Revenge Served Cold

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They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Well if that is the case then my dish was served on ice. I am not an angry person. Just a bit ticked off. And the way I decided to get my revenge was to go straight for the heart. I wanted to make sure that she knew that she couldn’t mess with me. I wanted her to know that I was his one and only and that she could never, ever take MY place.

Let me tell you how it all started. It was getting closer to my eighteenth birthday. I was so excited, I would be graduating and starting my own life. And I thought that everything was going smoothly. My parents were helping me plan my b-day/grad party. We had all the invitations sent out, food trays ordered, cakes ordered, my party dress was getting the finishing alterations. It’s not like we were rich or anything, but my parents had saved for this occasion. They wanted it to be my special day. And it looked promising to be an awesome day.

Then my world began to crumble before my feet. It was the day of my party. My dad had gone to town to get a few more things, and I was showering. I got out and felt thirsty. I thought I would run downstairs and grab a glass of water, go back up, and get dressed. I heard my mom talking, so I tried not to interrupt her. I was real quiet until I heard her say my name. Intrigued, I began eavesdropping, hoping to hear what my gifts might be. Instead, I got a terrible surprise.

“Yea, I know. I don’t understand it. She acts like my whole life revolves around her. I can’t even get my husband to pay attention to me for two seconds when she is around. I can’t wait for Shannon to leave this house. I really wish that I had never had a child. I wasn’t ready for kids, let alone a selfish spoiled brat…well, I better go before she hears me. She will go straight to her daddy and of course I will be shut out from him. If I even so much as raise my voice to her, he thinks I am overdoing it. She has no discipline whatsoever. Well, things are gonna change and I guess I can put up with her a little longer…okay, see you in a bit. Bye.”

Click! She put the phone back on the hook.

I couldn’t believe it. My own mother was saying such terrible things about me. I was absolutely horrified. She was supposed to love me even with all my faults, but it sounded like to me that she hated me. I heard her coming in toward the kitchen, so I pretended I hadn’t heard her, that I had just come down.

“Hi Shannon, sweetheart, are you all ready for your party tonight?”

What a bitch, smiling, acting all sweet to me, when not a minute ago she was speaking so rudely of me. Smiling back, I replied.

“Yes, Mommy, I am sooo excited. Thank you so much for being a wonderful mother. You are the best.”

Very sarcastic, but I think for a second she felt guilty about her conversation.

“Well dear, you better run along and finish getting ready.”

“Okay, Mom. I will see you in a bit.”

I went back upstairs and laid on my bed. The tears just rushed out and I began sobbing. I hated to get like this. Today was supposed to be my happy day and my mother ruined it. Wiping my tears, I vowed that I was going to have a good time. I cleaned my face up, splashed some cold water on it and started putting on my makeup. I applied the light beige foundation over my face, brushing some loose powder to keep it from getting shiny. I decided on smoky blue eyeshadow for my eyes. It really brought out my deep blue eyes, especially if I added black mascara to my lashes. I knew I was really pretty. I had my dad’s big blue eyes and my mother’s dark brown hair. It cascaded down my back to just below my shoulder blades. It was just slightly curly and when I left it down, I looked like I was in my late twenties, but when I pulled it up, I looked sixteen. I decided to pull it up though, and left some little wisps hanging down. I opted for a light pink lipstick for my full lips. I had the kind of lips that models pay for. I put little dots of perfume on my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach and on the inside of each thigh. I read in a magazine that that would bring the scent out more, without being overpowering.

Just then I heard a knock on my door. I grabbed a towel and stepped out of my bathroom and went to the door.

“Hey little darlin’. Here is your dress.”

It was my daddy. I was so glad to see him. I knew that he would never say anything bad about me. I knew that he loved me.

“Oh, thank you daddy.”

I wrapped my arms around him in a huge hug, forgetting about my towel, which was making its way to the floor. My dad had noticed however, and his face turned bright red. During our hug, I also felt a slight bump in the crotch of his pants. He was turned on. I couldn’t believe it. He pulled away from me and just stared at me for a few seconds.

Mumbling, “I’m sorry” he walked out of the room.

I just stood there for a second trying to process in my mind what had just happened. I was a virgin, but I had made out with guys in the past and I knew what a hard-on felt like. My dad definitely had one. Maybe it wasn’t from me. He was probably thinking about mom. I tried to push that thought out of my head, but I could still feel that bump against my tummy. I shut the door and locked it behind me. I walked over to the mirror and admired myself. Why wouldn’t he have a hard-on because of me? I have a great body. Looking at myself, I saw my 36C size breasts each one round and firm against my chest. My light pinkish/brown areolas stood out against the light skin. I cupped my tits in my hands and kneaded them, twisting the nipples between my thumb and first finger.

I ran a hand down my tummy to my swelling clit. Rubbing it between two fingers, I felt my pussy get wet. I pushed a finger inside and slid it in and out. Watching myself do this was really getting me hotter. Within seconds I was having an orgasm. Just what I needed. I laid down on my bed for a few minutes to gain my composure again. Taking a deep breath, I got up and put my dress on. It was light blue, with a corset-like bodice, and a long straight skirt that had a slit up the side. The tailor made the slit go all the way up to my hip, which I knew was a mistake, but it sure made me feel sexy. I put my white strappy heels on. I grew about three inches, standing about five-eight, after putting them on. Wow, I looked great. Remembering that I had invited JC Bryant to my party, a smile spread across my face. Maybe I would hook up with him tonight. How could he resist me looking like this?

I made my way downstairs and saw that there were already a few guests. I greeted them with warm smiles, thanking them for coming. I looked around to find my parents. I saw my mother sitting on the couch visiting with some of her friends.

“How do I look mom?” I twirled around for her.

“Wonderful dear. What happened to the dress?”

“What do you mean mom?”

“Well, that slit on the side is much to high. Take it off and I will fix it.”

“No mom, it’s fine. I will be careful the way I sit.”

“Well, whatever you think dear.”

She looked over at the other women and gave them one of her famous, see-what-I-mean looks. Not sure what that meant, I dismissed it and went to find my dad. He was also chatting with some of his friends. As I walked up, one of his friends gave me a long whistle.

“Well, I was coming to ask you what you thought, Dad, but I guess I know what you think, Mr. Morris.” I said smiling. All the men laughed and I felt a little witty for saying that.

“I think you look great sweetheart.”

“Thanks daddy.”

I continued making rounds keeping an eye out for JC. My friend Cathy came up to me. “Wow, Shannon. What a dress, you look awesome.”

“Thanks girl, have you seen JC?”

“Not yet, but I heard he was coming though.”

“Great.” I looked around and saw my dad watching me. He had this faraway look on his face. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch and I saw that he had a bulge there. Was he checking me out? I got wet with the thought that he could be checking me out. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. It is wrong. Besides, I want to be with JC.

“So, Shannon, do you think he might hook up with you?”

“I hope so.” We continued to talk and then I saw him.

He looked great in black tailored slacks and a nice dress shirt. He had the most gorgeous green eyes and great-looking blond hair. He was a total stereotype-preppy, jock. But who cares, he was so cute. I was making my way over to him, when I heard my mom. “Oh, look. It’s Shannon’s crush. I hope that she doesn’t get her heart broken by him. I don’t think she is his type.”

Whoa, I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. What was her problem. Why was she all of a sudden saying these things. I decided to prove her wrong. I walked over to him and said hi, thanks for coming. He smiled and said thanks for inviting me. “So, you turned 18 today, huh?”

“Yeah”

“Well, Happy Birthday and Congratulations.” He gave me a hug. It felt really nice. “I’ll talk to you in a few. I gotta go say hi to Mark and Jon.” And with that he left.

My mother’s friend Susan came over. “So you like JC, huh?”

“Yea, he’s pretty cute.” I tried to act calm and cool about it. I turned around to look for him, but couldn’t find him.

“Well, I think that maybe you should set your sights a little lower. I mean, he is a little out of your league don’t you think?”

What?? Who does she think she is? “Well, think what you want, I will give it a try. If he doesn’t go for it, it isn’t the end of the world.” I walked away before she could say anything else.

Was it just me, or were these women being awfully rude to me? I needed something to drink. I was going into the kitchen and I heard my mother talking to someone in the stairwell. Standing next to the wall, I listened carefully. She was talking to JC! “I think that you should show Shannon that you aren’t interested in her. She has this notion that she can hook up with you. You better take care of it, before it gets out of hand.” I took off before she caught me listening. And I didn’t really want to hear what JC had to say. I hoped that he was interested in me and that he would set my mother straight, but if he wasn’t into me, I didn’t want to hear it.

He came back into the front room and there were people dancing. I thought I would ask him to dance, but he told me that he didn’t like me that way. He said that he was going to go ahead and go to Stacy’s house. They had a date tonight after the party, but he decided to go earlier to pick her up. I felt like a ton of bricks dropped right onto my heart and smashed it into a million pieces. I looked for Cathy for some emotional support, but instead saw my mother and her friends laughing at me. I ran upstairs, hiding in my room. I locked the door and began to cry. I felt so bad, first my mother talks about me behind my back, then my crush makes sure I know that he doesn’t want me. What next? What could possibly make my night any worse? Knock, knock. “Dear, it’s time to have cake come down.”

“Just a minute mom, I’ll be right down.” Great, now I have to face everyone.

I freshened up real quick and went back downstairs. The lights were dimmed and one of the cakes was all lit up with candles. They all started singing “Happy Birthday” to me. I forgot all about the sadness I was feeling and let myself enjoy the fact that I was eighteen and they were all here to celebrate my birthday. I made a wish and blew out the candles. Everyone clapped and began to mingle again. Daddy came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. “We need to talk later, okay?”

“Sure Daddy.” I wondered what he wanted to talk about. Everyone had their cake and it was time to open presents. I quickly went through it and everyone started to leave. My mom said that she was going to go over to a friend’s house for a while she would be back later. Kissing me on the cheek, she left. It was just dad and I left to clean the mess.

I started in the living room, my frustrations with my mother and anger at JC fueling me. I got the front room clean in no time and worked my way to the kitchen. When I got in there, Dad was coming in from outside. He didn’t say anything, he just started helping me clean up. Soon we were finished, and I went upstairs. I was just going to go to bed. I was a little depressed and just wanted to sleep. “Sweetie?” It was my dad.

“Come in Daddy.” He walked in and I sat on the bed.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I know you were looking forward to getting together with JC. I heard that he kind of turned you down.”

“It’s no big deal, Dad.” I got up and moved around, nervous energy, I guess. When I looked at my dad, I couldn’t hold back. The tears came flooding down my cheeks. “What is wrong with me Daddy? I heard Mom talking about me, saying all these mean things about me and then JC doesn’t even want anything to do with me.”

“Honey, there is nothing wrong with you. JC has no clue what he is missing out on, and whatever is up your mother’s butt, I wouldn’t worry about.”

He pulled me down on the bed with him and held me in his arms while I cried. Pulling my face up to look at him, he wiped my tears away. “Someone as beautiful as you should always have a smile on your face. What can I do to make you smile, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know Daddy. I just want to go to bed.” I don’t know what made me do it, but instead of shooing him out of my room, I began to undress. Not knowing what to do, he just sat there dumbfounded. I unzipped my dress in the back and let it fall to the floor. He didn’t take his eyes off my face though, and I unhooked my bra and tossed it down. I saw him deeply swallow. But he didn’t move. I was getting wet, what was I doing undressing for my father? But I didn’t want to stop. I was getting so turned on. I took my panties off and stood there, completely naked in front of him.

“Honey…um…what are you doing?” Daddy asked, his voice shaking.

“Getting ready for bed.” I said matter-of-factly. “What do you want me to do, Daddy?” I asked him sweetly.

Stammering, “I-I-I-don’t-I need-to-um-…” He trailed off. I walked over to him and climbed in his lap.

“Daddy, take your clothes off.” What had gotten in to me, was I crazy? I started to unbutton his shirt. Taking it off, he didn’t stop me, but he didn’t help me either. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper. Right then, he stood up. Holding me tightly, he laid me gently on the bed. He moved away from the bed and started walking away from me. I thought he was leaving. But instead he took his pants and underwear off.

My eyes widened in shock. I finally saw his bulge and it was huge. The more I looked, the wetter I got. He stood there for a minute. I got up and moved to him. On my knees, I got a better look at his tremendous cock. I had seen dicks before, but his was magnificent. I touched it lightly, looking up at him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I looked at his cock and rubbed it slowly, my fingers touching every bump, ridge, and crevice. It felt so good in my hands, I wanted to taste it. I kissed the tip, closed-mouthed. Then slowly I licked the head. All around it, then taking it little by little in my mouth. He moaned softly. I got a little more in, sucking it in deeper, slowly. I felt my father put his hand on my head. He was running his fingers in my hair, then gently grabbed my head and started pushing it onto his cock. I felt it go in my throat. Trying not to gag on it, I relaxed and let my throat open up more. We started a rhythm together. In and out, getting faster, his hips bucking against my mouth, his hand pushing my head and my mouth working on his cock. He was moaning deeply, and I felt his cock jerk. Then streams of his cum splattered the inside of my mouth. It tasted so good. I kept sucking and swallowing until he pulled away.

He sat on the bed, quietly. “I’m sorry honey, please don’t be mad at me. I should probably go.”

“No, daddy, it is okay. You can stay if you want to.”

He looked at me guiltily. “You are my princess and I got carried away in the moment, I am sorry if I hurt you.”

“No daddy, it is fine. Really I wanted to do that.”

“Really? You wanted me?”

“Yes daddy. After you saw me naked today, I felt you get hard. It turned me on. I played with myself after you left.”

“Really, I turned you on?”

“Yes, did you get turned on by me?”

“God yes, you have a beautiful body. But you are my daughter and we can’t do this.”

“I won’t tell daddy, and I liked what I did to you…didn’t you like it?”

“Yes I loved it, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I will be fine daddy.”

Not knowing what to do, I laid down on my bed. He looked at me lustfully. “Are you sure you want this honey?”

“Yes Daddy, I am sure.” I smiled at him. Slowly, he touched my breasts. Holding them, he leaned down and took the left one in his mouth. I moaned at the feeling, it was wonderful. He sucked and nibbled on my nipple, then moved to the other tit. It felt so good, and then I felt his hand moving down my stomach. I was getting so wet anticipating what it would feel like. He finally reached my pussy and ran his fingers along the slit. Kissing down my stomach, he reached my opening and slowly licked it.

“Oh, princess, you taste so great” I began moaning as his tongue slid in and out of my soaked pussy. I could hear the slurping sounds he was making.

“Daddy” I said breathlessly. “Daddy, it feels so good.” He continued to tongue-fuck my pussy making me moan louder and louder. He flicked my clit gently with his tongue sending me over the edge. I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm overtook me. “

Daddy, I’m cumming.” I yelled. He licked faster and deeper, until I finally collapsed on the bed.

“Can you take more, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Like what Daddy?” I could hardly catch my breath.

“I want to make love to you.” He said. Just hearing those words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down my spine.

“Daddy, I want you too.” He positioned himself above me looking down at me. His cock ready and aimed towards my awaiting hole. He slid it in slowly, stopping for a second.

“Why did you stop, Daddy?”

“Are you a virgin, Shannon?”

“Yes, Daddy. Is that okay?”

He groaned deeply, “Yes, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to finish with this?”

“Please Daddy, take my cherry. I want you to be my first.” With that, he quickly and swiftly shoved his cock all the way in me. I screamed in pain, but he didn’t stop. It seemed his body took over and he kept thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into me.

It took a few minutes to get over the pain, but soon I was enjoying myself. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I wanted him in deeper. I was feeling so good. He kept fucking me harder and faster, we were both moaning and breathing hard. I was getting close and he sped up faster, going deeper. My body started shaking, I felt my second orgasm with him and it was so intense. I screamed, “Daddy…I’m cumming….oh daddy…don’t stop…”

“Oh, baby, I want to cum in you.” He pumped harder and harder and I felt his cock spasm. Then hot liquid shot inside of me. That sensation brought me up again and I came harder than before. He collapsed on top of me. We laid there like that for what seemed like hours.

“I love you angel.” Daddy whispered to me.

“I love you to Daddy.”

Then we heard a car pull into the drive. “Shit, your mom’s home.” Dad got up and scrambled for his clothes. He ran out of the room, leaving me laying there wondering what was going to happen next. I put my pajamas on, not bothering to clean myself up. I actually liked the thought that I was going to greet my mother with a pussy full of her husband’s cum. I went downstairs, and I heard them fighting. I wasn’t sure what they were fighting about, so I moved closer to hear better.