Crissy sat on the couch. She had covered her naked body with a comforter that had been draped over the back of the couch. The only light in the room was from the gas fireplace that was in front of the couch. The light of the flames showed a woman in her early thirties; dark hair that was shoulder length and was matted to her head by sweat, a sheen of sweat covered her, making her skin seem to glow in the flame light. Sticking out from the blanket were firm, strong legs, muscled from tennis and swimming. Her shoulders were somewhat broad from the same activity. Under the blanket were firm breasts, filling a C-cup, with plum red aureoles and nipples. Her head was set back, her eyes half closed. She had just been fucked in a manner that bordered on brutal at the end of the act. Her chest still rose and fell rapidly from the ragged breaths that were the result of her sexual assault. The fucking could be legitimately called rape. For sitting on the fireplace ledge across from her was the man who had committed this act. While she had had willingly come to this home it was only because the man, Luke, had caught her in an affair and threatened to expose her if she didn't submit to her. And to make matters worse, this was the home where she grew up, where she was raised by her mother, Beth, and Luke, her stepfather since she was three years old.
Luke had put back on his sweatpants, and sat drinking a bourbon and water. After he had ejaculated on his stepdaughter's face, throat and chest-he had never taken off her bra- had had gotten up and returned with a washcloth to let her clean off his semen. Her only reaction was to have him get more wine. She now had finished one bottle and was working on another. After taking a long drink she looked at Luke, whose years of concrete work gave him a muscled build that belied his age, then finally spoke.
"I remember how much I wanted you to fuck me Luke, wanted you to be my first. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought the most sheer nighties, hiding them from Mom, then put them on when she was out of town and come into your bedroom and say I was scared! Huh! Gave you a good look, and wore your work shirts, unbuttoned, around the house. Fuck, Luke, you could of had me, I would finger myself over you! Remember when I would topless sunbath on the deck? You went running!"
"Yeah I did, I was a good guy, but you were fucking hot!" Luke replied. Then, "You still are."
"Yeah, fuck, you could of had me then, but now." She paused. "Those boys on your crew, the ones who didn't know who you were, and talked about me pulling a train, they never really told you what they did, did they?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if they did, you would of killed them. Because you see, that camping trip, it started to rain, so I went into my tent, everyone had been drinking, and the I was asleep, and they came in, and, and, I was wearing a plaid shirt, yours, and they tore it off, and one held my arms back, and then, then, they fucked me, first one at a time, right on top of me, then they talked like I wasn't there, and decided that they all wanted to cum in a girl's mouth, so they made me suck them off and swallow..."
"I,I.."
