1 comments/ 31542 views/ 27 favorites Crissy and Luke Ch. 01 By: carocbriton Luke couldn't believe it. There, parked in back of the Best Western, was Crissy's SUV, a Denali. Luke happened to be in Oldtown, 30 minutes from home, working on a curb replacement. On lunch he ran across to Target and bought a camera with a good telescope lens. And with ten minutes left before needing to go back to work, his luck really came in. Crissy stepped out of the motel's back entrance with a guy more then a few year's older then her. She was wearing a typical outfit for a her job; black slacks, white blouse and a grey jacket. The man she was with was in a three piece suit of a bank exec or something similar. As they approached their cars, his was parked next to hers, a bit sloppy Luke thought, they embraced, the man pulling Crissy up to him, his hands roaming over her briefly as he deep throated her with his tongue. All of this Luke caught on his camera card. Up close. The man got into his car and left. As Crissy, flustered by this display in public, fumbled for her keys, Luke got out of his pick-up and strode across the parking lot. "Hello Crissy." If she was flustered before, she was all but stunned now. She dropped her keys, which Luke picked up and handled to her. She mumbled a thanks, then stood there. She was thirty two, a bit taller then average, dark thick hair to her shoulders, light skin,with a few freckles on her cheeks, full lips, brown eyes that one could drown in. She had a good build, her hips wide from bearing two kids, but not too bad, with a nice ass. Her breasts were smallish, but a full C-cup. "Hi, Luke. Are, are you working here?" She stuttered nervously. "Yeah, right across the street. But I saw you here, and well, I wanted to show you this camera." He smiled when he said that. "Oh, Luke, ah, I got to go." She turned to open her car door, but stopped when he spoke. "Crissy, I got all of this on video, so, well, I know who you were with, and I bet he won't want his wife to get a copy of this card, just like you don't want Tom," her husband," to get it." She slowly turned around. Her cheeks were red, her eyes shiny with tears. "Yeah, well, I guess not, so, so, what is it you want?" She stammered. "Well, seeing how you flexible you schedule is, I want you to come over tomorrow, around a say eleven." "You, you mean come around your house?" "Yeah Crissy. Beth will be gone, and I'm off tomorrow." "Fuck, are you fucking kidding?" Crissy tried to sound enraged, but she came off more frightened then anything. "Crissy, you go ahead and find out. Either eleven, at home, or I have this stuff on the web by noon." With that Luke turned and went back to work. Crissy turned back to her car, took out her cellphone and called her lover, Ben, who was the CEO at the regional hospital, where Crissy worked also. "What is it Crissy?" He sounded glad with her calling him. But then she told him what happened. "Who is this guy?" "I, ah, know him, he lives near us." "Well, listen Crissy, I cannot have anyone find out about us, so, just do what he says." "But, but..." Then her phone beeped, indicating the call had ended. What Crissy didn't tell him was that Luke was her stepfather. The next day, a few minutes after eleven, Luke watched as Crissy pulled into the driveway. Beth, Luke's wife and Crissy's mother, had left for work two hours ago. Crissy parked her SUV. She sat there and thought. The idea that she was being blackmailed into fucking anyone was too much. But her stepdad?! He was, or had been up to now, a great step parent. Crissy actually had a crush on him all thru her teen years, but her flirting, and teasing with her walking around the house with no bra under her shirt,did not ever get a response. Now she either was going to go into the house, that of Luke and Beth, Crissy's mom, and end up having sex, or leave, and risk everything. Tom practice had been given the Medical Center's account because of Crissy being Ben's, the CEO, lover. They had just signed a million dollar mortgage. If this came out Crissy knew all bets were off. So she got out of her car. She was dressed for work; a red pleated skirt that come right above her knees with a pink blouse and a vest of the same shade as the skirt. She wore low black heels. She came in the front door as she had done countless time. As she closed the door Luke called out. "In the kitchen Crissy." She found him leaning on the counter. "Well Luke, what is this all about?" She tried to sound mad. "What's it all about is you doing what I say, and nobody's life get's ruin." "And, and what is it?" Silence. Then; "I remember working on a crew when you were eighteen, and the younger guys, they didn't know who I was, talking about 'Crissy Steward pulling a train up in the campground that weekend.'" She blushed. "That, that was a long time ago." "Yeah, and no family to worry about, no lover whose the exec at the Medical Center, and the big account for Tom..." "Okay, so I, I fuck you and you give me the camera card." "No, I fuck you, and anything else I want, and after awhile, well all this won't be too much to worry about, say if Tom finds out." "Fuck, like, no way, just this once, you sick fucker!" "No, Crissy, that's fine. Thanks for stopping by, but I have some downloads to do." He turned and headed to the hallway, where they had the computer room. "Stop, stop, Luke, fuck you, okay." He turned. "Okay what Crissy? Okay you go to the bedroom and get your clothes off?" They stood there for a moment, then she, with her eyes down, went down the hall. He followed. When they got to the master bedroom, she stood by the bed and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing panties that matched the pink color of her blouse. Leaving those on she took off her vest, then unbuttoned her blouse. Shrugging it off she folded it and laid it on a dresser. Now she was in her bra, the same shade as the blouse also, and panties. "Turn around and face me." She did as she was told. "Good, now take off the bra." She reached behind and unclasped it, then let the the straps fall off her shoulders. She let it fall to the rug, covering her breasts with her arms. "Okay Crissy, move your arms." She did so, revealing a set of beautiful tits. Fair skin, freckled, with aureoles and nipples plum red. "Nice Crissy, now the panties." She stared at Luke for a moment, then, first stepping out of her shoes, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her underwear and rolled them down her legs. This garment she also stepped out of and dropped on the floor. She had a dark, neatly trimmed bush, and legs nicely muscled from playing tennis. With her standing there Luke pulled off his T-shirt, then pulled off his pants and underwear at the same time. He had a good build from years of concrete work. His dick was average in size, maybe six or seven inches when erect, which it certainly was after watching his stepdaughter strip in front of him. "You, know, I had those kids tell me about that train you pulled. They said they double stuffed you, that you liked it in the ass." She looked at him for a moment, then swallowed, murmuring, "well, like I said, that was a long time ago." "You don't like a good ass fucking Crissy?" "Fuck you Luke, no, I don't do that for sure, now are we going to do this?" "In a rush? You know Beth told me you had a crush on me when you were a teen. I went into your room and found your diary. You wanted me to be your first! But I was a good guy, wasn't I?" "Fuck you, I fucking hate you, but if we are going to fuck..." She started to get on the bed, but Luke stropped her. "Not there, Crissy, on the floor, there, right in front of the closet." She stared at him, but then he went over and opened the double doors of the walk-in closet. Each folded out and had a full length wardrobe mirror, for a total of four mirrors. She looked stunned, but went over to the spot he had pointed out. Then again. "Wait." Luke went to the nightstand and opened the drawer, from it he got a tube of KY. "Here, make it a little easy on you." He smiled. She stood there for a moment, literally having no idea what he meant. He took it back from her, squeezed a good amount on his own hand. Then he reached down to her pussy. He fingered her, making her jump. Then. "Get on your hands and knees, there you go, Crissy." He got behind her. He ran his hands over her body. First along her sides, then down her arms, which were toned and strong. She was tense, her head down. Sweat started to bead on her back, her armpits, her inner thighs, down the crack of her ass. Luke finally reached her breasts, which made Crissy flinch. He paused, then began to working her nipples, squeezing her tits. She bit her lip. "Fucking like this Crissy? Huh?" He asked quietly. She didn't answer. He reached for the tube of KY and squirted a large amount on her ass crack. "No, Luke! I said..." He forced his thumb past her rectum, fully into her ass. "Ouch! Fuck Luke, No! Fuck, ow, ouch! Stop!" "Okay baby, there you go." He withdrew his thumb. Then he grabbed her hips in his strong, rough hands, and aimed his cock right at her pussy. "Go on, reach back, go on," he squeezed her hips tighter, making her cry out. "Don't don't bruise me, okay." She reached back with one hand and placed his cock head against her cunt, then put her hand back on the floor. He eased his cock into her, feeling her shudder. Slowing, finally getting his entire length into her, then paused. "When you fucking every guy you could Crissy, what was the biggest cock you did?" Keeping her head down she quietly answered. "I, I don't know." She started to sob. Then, "fuck Luke, I don't know, I guess, nine, ten inches. Just fuck me now, okay?" She said the last in a different tone, not one with complete disgust. "Okay baby, here." He started deep rapid thrusts, each one eliciting a grunt from his stepdaughter. His balls slapped against her ass each time. Soon the girl's body was dripping in sweat, her breath coming in rapid succession. He watched her in the mirrors, her tits swaying to his fucking, her hair hanging down. He felt her muscles quivering. "Look in the mirror, good, look at that" The sight of her eyes, glazed over, her lips open as she breathing became more and more ragged was a fucking turn on for Luke. He started to slam harder into her, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt, pausing, then slam! He griped her hips tightly. Then Crissy lifted up slightly and took one hand and placed it on her tit, twisting her own nipple. "Fuck, yeah, fuck, come on Luke." She spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Harder, there, fuck, ouch, ouch, that. that, harder you fucker!" Luke was all but lifting himself off the rug each time he drove into her.He pulled out, producing a load groan from Crissy. Soon he could barely hold onto to her, she was so slick with sweat. Then he slammed into her. "Fucking harder Luke, ow! Oh shit, that's it,ow, ow, Oh fuck, pound it you shit, fuck, fuck you Luke, ouch, Oh God!" Now Luke was pulling her hips back each time he pushed his cock clear to her cervix. She swiveled her ass in rhythm to his fucking. Tears fell from her eyes onto the carpet. Then he had her switch with him. She straddled his cock and lowered herself on it, then, arching her back away from him, starting to slowing rise and fall on his dick. Sweat ran down her cleavage. She placed her hands on her ankles and swiveled her ass in rythm to her rising on his dick. Her lips were parted, her eyes squeezed shut. She ran her tongue over her lips from time to time. Luke grabbed her hips and moved them, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Crissy started to moan. Then he matched her thrusts, and now a painful grunt each time he lifted his hips off the rug. he body now was coated in her sweat, while tears ran down her cheeks. Then Luke reached out and pulled her to him. Taking her face in his hands he pressed it to his, then placed his lips to hers. She readily responded, her tongue intertwining with his. He lay there as she slid her cunt up and down on his cock. Her tears fell onto his face. Then she lifted her head up, a low moan coming from her lips. She began to shake. Her hair was matted to her head with sweat. Luke reached up and twisted her tits. "Fuck, yeah, like that Luke, oh fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! Oh God, fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, oh God, fuck, fuck, I'm, I'm cumming!" She shook, one spasm running through her body after another. Luke felt his balls swelling. He held her hips firmly against his. Then he felt her flinch as his cock head swelled up. One, two, three times he unloaded his cum into her, each time she shook. "Feel that Crissy?" He said thru clenched teeth. "Feel me cumming in your cunt?" "Fuck, fuck, fuck you!" She muttered as she raised herself up on her arms and hands. They both were still for a few minutes, Luke feeling his cock starting to shrink. Then Crissy got up, almost falling on him. She went over and sat on the bed, her breath still coming in rapid gulps. She took a hand and brushed back her hair from her glazed eyes. Finally Luke spoke up. "Next week Beth," her Mom," will be out of town." "Yes?" She sounded puzzled. "Set it up to be on a company trip. We can play house." It took her a moment to comprehend him, then she wiped sweat from her tear streaked face, and headed for the bathroom. Luke watched her ass sway as she walked out of the room. Crissy and Luke Ch. 02 Crissy was sitting on a couch, in front of a blazing gas fireplace. She was wearing $300 blue jeans and a red cable knit long sleeved sweater with a V neck line. She had kicked of her shoes. She took a long drink of red wine and set the glass down on the end table. She was in the home of Luke and Beth. Last week Luke had caught her with her lover, the CEO of the local Medical Center, a billion dollar enterprise. He was her boss, and her being his mistress was the reason the law practice of her husband, Tom, had gotten that account. Luke had blackmailed her into sex, and he had fucked her the other day in the master bedroom down the hall, making her go on her hands and knees in front of a double set of wardrobe mirrors. Afterwards he told her to make it look like she was on a business trip today, since Beth was going to be out of town. And to make everything worse, enough when she thought about it to vomit, Beth was her mother. And Luke was her stepdad. Her thoughts were broken by hearing Luke come in through the back door, where he had taken off his boots. He worked concrete, and had more then a good build for his age. When he came into the living room he greeted her. "Hello Crissy." After a moment she replied, mutely. "Hello Luke. I'm here like you told me." Her displeasure obvious. "Yeah, well good you found the wine. Stay there, I'll clean up." When he left the room she drained her glass, then refilled it with the bottle she had set on the floor, then drained it. That was her third glass. Rather quickly, he's in a hurry to fuck me," she thought, he was back in the room. He turned off the lights, so that the fire was the only illumination. He came up behind her and reached his hands down under her sweater, making her flinch. He felt her breasts thru her bra for awhile, watching her face. She had her eyes shut, and was biting her lip. He kept working her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. After a good while he saw her lips part, and felt her chest now rapidly rising and falling. At the same time tears fell on her cheeks. He pulled his hands out, then reached down and lifted the sweater up, over her head. He pulled it off her arms, then tossed it to the side. She was wearing a white bra. very plain. He walked around the couch and stood in front of her. He was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. The firelight highlighted his muscled chest and arms. He went up to her. Her eyes were open now, shiny with tears. He knelt down front of her and yanked her by her pants closer to the edge of the couch. He then unbuttoned her pants. She flinched at this, getting him to look at her. Keeping eye contact he unzipped her jeans, the pulled them down legs. Then he yanked one leg off, then the other, and left the pants on the stone floor. Her panties matched her bra. Now a sob racked her body, as he hooked his thumbs under the undergarment's waistband and rolled it off her. She lifted her ass to allow this. Standing up he got out of his sweats, his now exposed cock stiff from stripping his stepdaughter. He bent over and grabbed her ankles. "Fuck you Luke." For the first time speaking since he started this. Her voice sounded resigned. He lifted her legs by the ankles and swung them up onto the couch. He pulled her back so that her head would rest right next to the sofa arm. Then he placed one leg over the back, the other he allowed to fall onto the floor. She still had here bra on; in the firelight he could see sweat form small beads on her cleavage. Her bush, dark and trimmed was centered on the couch. He went to a table near the couch and came back with a tube of KY. Standing above her he lubed up his cock. Crissy watched him with half closed eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breath rapid. Holding his cock in his hands he looked at her. "You ready for this Crissy?" He asked quietly. "Fuck you." She said in a whisper. He got on the couch, and took her hands into his, then held them on the one couch arm. Positioning himself between her legs he lowered himself into the right angle, then slowly, gently glided his cock into her cunt. Crissy had turned her head sideways, facing the fireplace, the light from the flames showing her grimace as he entered her, her eyes squeezed shut, a tear falling onto the couch. Once he had fully penetrated her he began slow, almost delicate strokes; almost pulling out of her, and easing his cock back in, all the way to her cervix. This went on for a dozen strokes, then two dozen, then more. Then Crissy started to arch her back with each of Luke's penetrations. He breathing increased, Luke watching as her chest started to rise and fall more dramatically. She turned her head back around, still with her eyes closed, but now her lips were parted, and she would run her tongue along them. Sweat now beaded on her forehead. Looking down her body Luke could see a rivulet running down he cleavage, more pooled on her belly. Now with each inward stroke of his cock Crissy would arch her back with more effort. Then she would also lift her ass up, almost off the cushions, trying to get some pressure on her clit. Luke didn't alter his rhythm. He glanced at the clock on the mantle; he had been fucking her, his stepdaughter for almost an hour. He slid his hands down her arms, to her elbows, and then half lifted, half pushed then up onto the armrest. This had the effect of stretching the girl out, like she was on a rack. She tilted her head back, a moan coming from her lips. "Fuck, fuck, Luke, fuck, come on, faster." This in a hoarse whisper. She dropped her leg from the back of the couch and wrapped it around his hips, then did the same with the other. She squeezed him, trying to get that much more against her sex. "Come on, fuck, fuck, Luke, just, please." "Open your eyes Crissy." He said quietly. She complied. They were glazed over. "Please what? Tell me." Again in a soft voice. "Fuck, fuck you Luke, please fuck harder, faster, come on!" She wiggled and squirmed under him. "You going let me fuck your ass?" "Huh, fuck, yeah, yeah, sure, just come on, fuck Oh God, just fuck me!" "Your ass?" "YES!" He released her hands and lifted her legs up over his shoulders. From the slow gently now came a pounding. Hard, rapid thrusts into her cunt. He actually made the couch start moving across the floor. "There you go, Crissy, you like that?" he spoke thru clenched teeth. "Yeah yeah yeah, that's it, fuck you Luke, fuck, that's it? I said fuck me." Now he went to brutal, leveraging his cock to tear at her. All that come from her now was grunts of pain. His strong hands squeezed her thighs. "Ow, ow, no, ow, fuck, stop, Oh God, stop, stop." All this got was Luke bending her over even more. A look at the clock showed well over an hour had passed. Then ninety minutes "Fuck Luke, please, oh God, help me, stop!" He tore at her now, digging his fingers into her thighs at the same time. "Fuck Crissy, fuck!" He pulled out his cock as he started to cum, thick ropes of semen hitting her face, throat and onto her bra. He stood up, letting her collapse in a heap on the couch. She rolled onto her side, her eyes closed. He left the room and came back a minute later with a washcloth and towel. She sat up, and allowed him to clean his cum off her. Then she finally spoke. "Do something truly useful and get me some more wine." Crissy and Luke Ch. 03 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.." "Just shut up Luke, I never told you because I knew you would go to jail for killing them. Once I went to college, well, of course I wasn't infatuated with you, and if you ever hit on me I would of laughed it off, so, so, I figure that you catching me with Ben," the CEO at the Med Center where Crissy worked, "that you figured this was your chance to nail a woman twenty years younger, like it wasn't going to happen from Craig's List." She took a long drink. "Why don't you make some dinner?" She said, her speech slurred from the wine. Luke had always been a good cook. By the time he came back into the living room with steaks, fried potatoes and a salad for each of them he found Crissy asleep, laying on her stomach. Her hands were folded under her head, her near leg bent, the other straight against the back of the couch. The firelight from the gas flames made the tableau of her naked body that much more erotic. Her hair was matted to her head and neck from the sweat produced by the fucking he had given her less then an hour ago. Luke put the plates of food down and watched his stepdaughter. Her tits were pressed into the couch, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing. He noted the bruises on her thigh and hip from his fingers gripping her as he had fucked her. Her arms and legs were strong and muscled from tennis. In spite of the sense of shame he had felt when she had told him of the boys raping her his cock started to rise in his sweatpants. He moved over to the couch quietly, picking up the tube of KY off the floor and placing it closer. Then he placed one knee on the couch, between her legs, then grabbed both of the girl's legs. This made Crissy jolt, but not awaken fully. He spread her legs, then knelt between them. Then he moved his hands to her ass cheeks. These he also spread. Now Crissy started to stir. "What, what, Luke..?" She spoke in a dazed voice. Not answering he placed his cock head against her butthole. "No, no, fuck Luke!" Now the girl was aware of her circumstances. In response he pushed his cock head past her ring. "Ow! Fuck Luke, please,no!" Leaning on his arms he pushed his entire length into her anal tube, without the benefit of the lube. He began slow forceful thrusts. Crissy had to brace her hands against the couch arms to keep from being pushed into them. "Oh, God, stop Luke, fuck your killing me please!" Her face was a mask of pain, her eyes squeezed shut. Sweat again started to form a sheen on her skin. After a dozen dry humps he stopped, withdrew and gave her the tube of gel. "Here, Crissy." She didn't comprehend his intentions for a moment then took the tube and reaching back squeezed as much as she could onto her ass crack. Tossing the container onto the floor she reached with her fingers and moved the gel down to her asshole, then pushed it into herself. Once she did that Luke to her arm and moved it away. Again braced on the couch with his arms he shoved his dick into her butt with all the force he could gain from his position. This elicited a scream fro her. Now lubed his thrusts were rapid and deep, his sac hitting her ass with each push. She turned her head to one side, eyes closed. Sweated beaded on her forehead, her neck. A pool of sweat formed on the small of her back, a rivulet ran down her ass crack. Each time he buried his dick deep in her anal tube her face contorted in pain. She no longer swore or begged. Only painful grunts and cries come from her parted lips. Lying on her stomach and chest she had difficulty breathing. Even in the midst of this ordeal she was aware of Luke, his breathing like bellows as he put the full weight of his body, the full strength of his muscled frame into each penetration. Thirty times, forty, fifty? Perhaps a half an hour passed when he stopped. Her hope of relief lasted as long as it took for him to lower himself onto her, all but crushing her. She moved her arms into a push up position, hands under her shoulders, to try and take some of the load off. In this position he was unable to perform his deep thrusts. Instead, as he had intended, her moved his hips so that his cock, as he withdrew perhaps a quarter of its length, ground and pushed against her gut. In response she started cry, her body racked by her sobs. It was a split second after Luke felt his cockhead swell and push against the fist tight restriction of her anal tube that he so her react. One, two, three long spasms as he unloaded his semen into her ass. She squirmed under him. He lowered his head, so it was next to her ear. "You feel that Crissy? Feel my cum in your ass?" He asked in a hoarse whisper. "Yeah, fuck Luke." Her voice was almost a purr. Her face was no longer a mask of pain. As his cock finally began to shrink he pulled out of her, then off of her. Once released the girl rolled off the couch in a crash, got to her hands and knees, and spewed a torrent of wine red vomit onto the floor, most of the discharge splashing onto the plates of food. He reached for her. "Hey, Crissy, are you alright?" She rose to her knees, brushed her hair from her eyes. Looking at him she spoke in a voice filled with rage. "Fuck you Luke, you ass rape me and know you're all concerned!" She staggered to her feet, slipped on her own puke, caught herself on the couch, then headed for the bathroom.