Her name was Alicia Andrews and she was the happiest 18-year old in the world. Her 42-year-old mother divorced her sexy and hot stepfather after a brief 8 months marriage. His name was Victor Laurie and he used to be her tennis coach and then her stepfather. Alicia hated the idea that Victor was fucking her mother in the next room nearly every night and she could hear them from her room. Their wild nights were not secrets to her because her mother was a screamer. What a bitch! She had been lusting over Victor for a very long time. The first time she set her eyes on him was when she was 14. His toned tanned body gleamed under the sun and she knew that he was for her. Hovering just above six feet, he was a God to her. Black hair with a tint of grey on his temples and at 43, he was beyond hot! Even thinking about Victor made her wet every time.
Her mother had to destroy everything. They fucked a few times and they got married. She was 17 when they got married. Alicia’s body was at full bloom and he did not even notice. She was taller than her mother was and at 5 feet 11 inches with a 25-inch-waist together with a 36-inch hip and the most valuable asset, pair of breasts that make many heads turn young and old. Her body was so toned as she did play tennis but lost interest right after they got married. She just could not bear the image that Victor was making her mother cum every night. She planted a few evidence in his car, at his office and on him. Perfume here and there. A few thongs tossed here and there. Calling his cell phone at night using an untraceable number. She was victorious! They divorced.
A few weeks after the divorce, her mother had to go for a conference in Miami. She had the whole house all to herself for one week. Excellent. She could do whatever she wanted. She was in her bedroom and she took a box under her bed. She opened the box and there were numerous photos of Victor. There were also clothes that he had worn. She took his shirt out and sniffed hard. Her toes curled remembering the smell of him. Her vagina started to drip. She then crawled on to her bed. She lay there, took off her small shirt, and rubbed her breasts. She then rubbed her breasts with the shirt. Imagining his huge hands were squeezing and kneading them. She then slipped her hand into her light blue panty and started to finger her self. “Oh…Victor…Ooh.” She gurgled. The image of Victor straddling her made her cum just like that. After changing her soaked light blue panty with another identical one. She put away the box under her bed. She then lay on her bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She woke up at night. Startled. She was not in her room. She was in the basement. She was actually dangling and her feet did not touch the ground while her arms were tied to a pillar. She was scared. She was not wearing anything except for her small light blue panty. She started to cry. A pair of hands suddenly covered her ample breast from behind. She screamed and her legs started to kick but to no avail. The attacker was behind her. The rough hands stroke and pinched her breast until she was screaming with pain. “Stop! Please! You are hurting me!” she begged. He left her.
The basement was poorly lit. The door to the basement lit the place and she could only see a little. She felt so afraid that the attacker might kill her. She was too young to die. The attacker moved to her front. She could not see his face. He was wearing dark pants with a dark shirt and a ski mask. His green eyes gleamed with hatred and lust. He was eyeing her cunt that was straining against the flimsy material of her panty. He took out a big knife and put it on her thigh. She cried hard. Her breasts shook violently and that made him laugh. She dared not use her long legs to kick him because she was afraid that he might use the knife to mutilate her.
He used the tip of the knife to cut her panty slowly. To Alicia it seemed forever. The panty fell to the concrete floor. One hand holding the knife and pointed the knife to her throat while the other rubbed her mound. “No! Please!” she begged again. She flinched when one of his huge long fingers swiftly was inserted in her vagina. It was quite painful. He then came nearer sniffing her hair. Her sense unexpectedly reeled with a familiar scent. It conjured such lustful suppressed images of Victor. Her eyes tried to focus and she knew that the attacker was he. The same height, the familiar scent and he aroused such familiar lust in her. Her vagina started to drench with juices. Victor’s eyes flickered to her face. He turned his finger in her cunt and the wall of her vagina clenched. Alicia started to moan.
“You cheap whore. You want me?”
He cut the material that tied her arms and she fell to the ground. He grabbed her hair, dragged her up towards the kitchen, and pushed her near the dining table. She could feel her heart was beating so fast with excitement. This man was going to fuck her at last. He pushed everything from the table and everything broke into pieces. He then asked her to sit at the edge of the table. Her long legs touched the carpeted floor. Her young supple body glistened under the soft lights with perspiration. Her breasts moved up and down with her labored breath while her cunt exposed to Victor’s view.
“Since you want my cock soo bad, let us start with this…”
He was holding a small rolling pin that he took from the kitchen drawer. Alicia squirmed on the dining table. However, the idea of that thing being inside her cunt made it dripped even more. Terror and anticipation mixed with excitement that she had to suppress for many years. He came between her legs and with one hand, he pushed her shoulder roughly and she fell back. She could feel the wooden rolling pin at the entrance.
“See…you are such a whore. Your juices are on your mothers’ dining table. What a nice sweet revenge!”
She could feel it at the entrance of her cunt. She was frantically controlling herself from pouncing on the man standing between her legs. Then he pushed it inside slowly, she then felt pain. “No…it’s painful!” Her body shot upright and she could see that only a few inches was inserted. “Please….stop….it’s too much…,” she begged. He then grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Alicia opened her mouth with abandonment. His tongue was fucking her mouth. His teeth bitting and he hurt her luscious lips. She could taste blood. She was now really afraid. She had to admit it.
“Victor…please…stop. I’m a virgin.” She said with such tenderness in her voice.
He froze. A few moments later, he took out the rolling pin. Still between her legs he hugged her. He did not say anything. She savoured her warmth that she had. Her cunt was so close to his cock and she could feel that it was hard. She pressed even deeper into his embrace. My cunt was flowing with the apprehension. He was slightly alarmed and let her go. He then took off the ski mask and looked at her. His eyes showed that he was beyond upset.
“I’m sorry Alicia. So sorry.”
“Please hug me Victor,” she said.
He hugged her again and she felt that she was in heaven. The smell of his aftershave filled her senses. She then asked him to carry her upstairs because she was too weak. He obliged and he brought her to her mother’s bedroom.
He put her on the massive bed and started to walk away. Alicia was stunned and quickly held him. Her long arms encircled his lean waist. Her face on his lower back whispering something inaudible.
“What? I cant hear you Alicia.”
“Don’t leave me. Please Victor. I want you!”