The Family Haven

BOOK ONE
Chapter 1

John Steward had met Carol a few times before but he had never succeeded in getting her to consent to fuck him. But this time he was determined to succeed. The girl lay back on the divan looking dreamily at him as they listened to a dreamy classical record. She had agreed to come back to his apartment to listen to music, but she had made it pretty clear that she had no intention of screwing with him. After all, she was nineteen and John was forty.

John had been married and had two children, a boy of eighteen and a girl of fourteen. Since his divorce, the children lived with their mother, but he saw them from time to time, having a special affection for his lovely daughter, Ursula, who was now blossoming into womanhood.

But his former wife and children were not on his mind tonight. He was roused at the thought that he might soon fuck the strikingly beautiful Carol who was known as being particularly hard to get. She did not give her cunt easily, especially to older men who merely wanted her for fun. She had one or two hump affairs, but had never really achieved sexual satisfaction. She felt she would have to be very fond of a man to be able to give herself completely and achieve the kind of fulfillment that she knew lay within power of her voluptuous body.

As she lay there on the bed you could see why she was so much sought after as a piece of ass. Tall, dark, with a beautiful oval face and dark expressive and candid eyes, she had an irresistible figure with her rather large breasts and slim legs. She knew she was attractive, but she was also somewhat shy and reticent and this only added to her immense appeal. A man who got Carol to fuck for him was on to something very good indeed, especially if he were to succeed in rousing her completely. But this hadn't happened yet.

John realized that it was not going to be easy to "make" her. Nevertheless he was determined and short of actual rape he was prepared to go any lengths to achieve his hump objective. If he were to rape her he knew that, at best, she would never see him again, and that he did not want. If Carol turned out to be as good a hump as she looked John had other ides about their future. He would like to persuade her to marry him. In any case forcible rape was unsatisfactory. Some years before — during his marriage — he had raped their maid, Celeste, who had been staying with them.

Celeste was in the house one night when John had arrived back from his office. His wife, Lena, was away for two or three days at her mother's, and here seemed a heaven-sent opportunity to get his dick into Celeste. He went up to her room and asked her what she was doing, only to be told that she had to complete her homework before her language class the next day. He offered to help and he sat at her side and made a few suggestions. She accepted his help, but as he moved closer to her, she moved away from him. After ten or fifteen minutes at this game he had suddenly put his arm round her waist and dragged her to her feet.

"I must kiss you, Celeste," he said to her urgently.

"You must not, please," she replied. "You are married and you are too old." And as she spoke she fought to get out of his grasp.

John succeeded in holding her close to him and he forced her until his lips were on hers while she struggled to get free. Then she began to kick him. But John had now lost control and he forced her back onto the bed, his arms tightening her in his grip and his lips pressing down on hers brutally.

They fought for awhile, but then the girl realized that she could not escape. She got her mouth away from John's and said, "What do you want? You want to fuck me, I suppose. Well, you can do so. I will not fight you; I simply have contempt for you. Go on, do what you will."

John was surprised, but he could not let the opportunity slip. "All right, then," he said savagely, "take off your clothes."

The seventeen-year-old French girl looked at him appealingly. "Please do not fuck me. I am a virgin and I want to remain like that for my boy-friend in France. When I go back we are to be married. Please do not fuck me!"

"You said I could screw you and I am going to." John panted as he looked into the French girl's lovely face and surveyed her small but well-formed body. "Take your clothes off!"

The girl looked at him with a mixture of fear and contempt, and then, getting up from the bed, began to undress. She unbuttoned her dress, released a zipper at the side and the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a slip, brassiere, and — John guessed — a girdle and panties. He was now excited beyond measure as he saw her soft shoulders with two sets of straps accentuating the sensuality of her flesh. John grasped her in his arms, forcing her back onto the bed again and falling on top of her as he did so. Beneath him was the now half-dressed French girl, almost unprotected, her cunt practically ready for the taking. He moved his hands up her slip and pushed and pushed the silky garment up to the top of her thighs, his hand finding the elastic of her panties. She was breathing deeply and struggling to get away from his hands, but he managed to force his hand under the elastic and find her virginal cunt-lips. It did not take him a moment to discover her clitoris and he was soon moving his finger-tip over it. The girl still moved and wriggled in his grip, the more she did so, the more violently did John work at her moist, erecting clitoris. Then she lay still.

"All right," she said quietly. "Do what you want to do, fuck me!"

John released her clitoris and with both hands drew off her girlish panties. Then he pulled the slip up over her head, throwing it aside and saw now looking down on her rising titties under her white brassiere, her tight fitting white girdle and the tan-colored stockings encasing her very shapely legs.

John decided that it would be so much more exciting and satisfying a hump if the girl would cooperate. He was something of a sadist, but he also knew from his long experience that more was to be got out of a woman who gave her cunt voluntarily, even if she played "hard to get" at the beginning. After all it was also a matter of conquering a woman's personality, not only her body. There would be little pleasure in having an inert body, or, say, a woman who had been drugged. If he could get Celeste to really want his cock in her he knew he would enjoy the hump much more, and therefore he would at least try.

He got up from the bed and quickly undressed. He stood there, a man of forty, well-built, with a great deal of black hair on his chest, body and legs. His bush-hair, in the manner of men, and so differently from that of a woman, reached up in a triangle to his navel. And from his bushy pubic hair now jutted his enormous penis. He was circumcised and his dick-head protruded strikingly from the long, firm shaft beneath. Below, his hairy balls, firm and bulging, hung ready and loaded with hot sperm.

The girl looked at him as she turned her head sideways, and gave an involuntary start as she saw his massive organ. She had seen her young man's cock, but she had never expected to see anything quite so powerful as the prick that threatened her now. She felt sick at the thought of this man's cock, at the thought that it would soon doubtless be thrust into her unwilling cunt, she made a new appeal to him to stop.

"Mr. Stewart, please do not frig me. I will do anything you like… but not that, not that please!"

"Celeste, my dear, don't be silly. You will like it. I won't hurt you and I promise to be gentle with you. It will be a great experience for you to have a man, a man like me. Let me fuck you, my dear, and I know you will like it." He spoke quietly but feelingly and for a moment the girl's silence persuaded him that she would accept him.

But Celeste was determined not to give way to his dick if she could help it. "I will… one day. But not now, please. Make love to me, kiss me, but please… not that!

John moved over to the girl and lay at her side. Then he leaned half over her and kissed her. The girl relaxed her mouth and John, probing its soft warmth, felt that she would undoubtedly give herself to him in the end. But he had not bargained for the French girl's obstinacy.

"You won't, will you!" she panted.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, whether you like it or not. But I won't give you a baby if that's what you're frightened of. I'll wear something on my cock so you'll be safe, and no one will ever know."

The girl began to struggle again and made her last appeal. "I shall always hate you if you fuck me, and you'll not enjoy it. I know that. Please… please."

John did not want to hear any more. His aroused cock was pressing against her legs now and inside him he felt a deep thrill of excitement. He very much wanted this seventeen-year-old with her plumpish body and her luscious mouth. He now pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and then ripped off the protective garment to reveal her lush breasts. Without further ado he plunged his face into them and then his lips sought her left nipple. As he sucked at her sweet tits his hands worked them up and down; then worked up her thighs which he forced apart so that his fingers could fondle her moist slit. He worked them up and down, up and down, and once or twice he pushed one of his fingers into her vagina. The hymen was hardly ruptured and it took him all his time to get his finger into the entrance, but as he went on moving his finger up and down her gash, then in and out of the virginal entrance, the girl's cunt-hole began to take his fingers a little more easily. Meanwhile she struggled to shake him off, scratching his shoulders and digging her teeth into his neck. This only stimulated John to more violent hump action.

Suddenly she bit deep into his neck and John cried out in pain. He took his hand from her cunt and slapped her hard across her cheek once, twice, and a third time. The girl cried out and John gave her another stinging blow across her face. "I'll have to teach you a lesson. Now take that, and that…" As he spoke he hit her across the face again and again, until the girl burst into tears. Then slowly calming herself she spoke very quietly.

"Fuck as you like with me. I shall not protest again. But I shall always hate you!"

John wasted no more time. He was thoroughly aroused by now. Nothing would stop him from fucking her and taking the fullest pleasure from her twat. He would do it regardless of the consequences… He thought of the possible consequences as he pulled her stockings down her legs, fondled her slit for a moment and then pulled off her girdle. The girl now lay beneath him naked and unable to prevent her cunt from violation.

He would work his cock into her for a bit then take it out and put on a tip condom. He could do this because he was circumcised and he would lose very little pleasure as most of his organ would be uncovered, flesh against her flesh. He certainly did not want to make the girl pregnant.

The girl lay inert as he got astride her and lowered himself onto her, his prick seeking the vaginal entrance. He guided it to her partly ruptured hymen and then let his whole weight go down on her. As he did so he grasped her by the shoulders and made the first forward probe with his stiff prick. There was resistance, as he'd expected, but he felt that it would not be long before he could work the head of his cock beyond her ruptured cherry. He slowly withdrew his stiff prick a little then forced it back deliberately and forcefully, once again feeling the positive resistance of her virgin opening. Then again, and again, and again, each time perhaps advancing that little bit. Then, about the tenth thrust he broke through, her hymen ruptured completely and forever. He was now inside the girl's warm vagina. Now he took it easy as he was almost at the point of orgasm. He managed to hold himself in check while he lay on top of her, his prick well inside her, his lips seeking hers. He breathed slowly and deeply as he moved his hands down her back and felt for her ass-cheeks. Then in again, more deeply, retracting, in again, and now, finally, he was fucking her in earnest. His cock was deep inside her cunt and he shoved it back and forth with short, sharp thrusts, knowing that if he came out he would meet with quite a lot or resistance in entering her again and that would bring on his orgasm too quickly. He fucked her deep inside, moving the top of his dick against her womb slowly and delicately. He was on the edge of coming and for a second or two he almost decided to let her have his hot sperm. The bitch had done nothing to help him and it would be her own fault if she got pregnant. But his common sense reasserted itself despite his lust. He finally withdrew, got up from the bed, and went over to his jacket from which he pulled a small packet containing the small rubber protector. He rapidly placed it over his cock-head, and returned to the girl.

Now he would fuck her without mercy! He lowered himself onto the girl's almost inert body, guided his prick into her warm vagina, and grasped her by her ass-cheeks, pulling himself into her, pulling her to him. She moaned slightly, but whether from fright or because she was beginning to respond to his frigging John neither knew nor cared any longer. He forced his prick deep into her, this time burying his dong to the hilt so that their pelvic bones were forced together. Then out, and with a deep and brutal thrust in again to the hilt. As he forced his dick in and out he grasped her buttocks tightly and with one finger sought her anus. Then his lips crushed hers mercilessly as he fucked to his climax.

She was merely a body now for his pleasure and lust. He forced his prick in and out, bit her lips, probed her mouth with his tongue and dug his nails into her buttocks. In and out, faster and faster he drove into her no longer aware of her as a person. She was cunt for his lust, this seventeen-year-old French girl, cunt for the enjoyment and satisfaction of a forty-year-old who neither knew nor wanted to know what she was going through.

As he drove deeper and deeper and more brutally into her twat-hole, the girl moaned and wriggled in an effort to escape from her fate. She tried to cry out but his mouth prevented her from doing so, breaking off her cries as he bit her lips and forced his tongue down her throat…

And now the moment of his climax was coming. He smashed his cock deep into her as he came towards his moment of orgasmic fulfillment, withdrew it a little and then slowly pressed it to the very beginning of her womb. The hot, scalding sperm surrounded his dick-head inside the rubber protector and he sank down into the girl's virginal cunt.

No, he did not want to rape Carol. There was much more pleasure to be had from conquering a woman, especially a woman like Carol with her beautifully expressive eyes. It would be a supreme triumph if he could look into her eyes and see her responding to him as he shot his load into her cunt!

He sat at Carol's side and placed an arm round her. She looked up at him, quizzically and questioningly. "I know you want me, John, but I'm unwilling, at least for the time being. I haven't gotten to know you yet. You attract me in certain ways, but you're so much older than me and I don't give myself to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Can you understand that!"

"Supposing we just make love without going all the way? Would you agree to that? I'll keep my word if you agree. I'll stop when you ask me. What do you say? Of course I want you, I want to really fuck you very much, but petting with you will be the next best thing." John spoke with growing excitement as he saw that the suggestion seemed to appeal to her.

"Well, we'll see," the girl said. "But I don't want to get roused too much." With that she put her arm round his neck and pulled him to her. Her mouth brushed his lightly and moved over his cheek to his ear. She kissed him, returned to his mouth and then let him part her lips slightly with his tongue. As he did so he moved his hand to her knee and with his finger-tips stroked the uncovered part of her leg gently. She held him close and parted her lips further as his tongue probed deeply and their warm saliva merged. They were both panting by now and John felt his prick rising inside his trousers and pressing against her legs.

John's hand moved over her breasts, while the other delicately fondled the inside of her thighs. She was wearing a black sweater, but even through that and her brassiere he could feel the hardness of her large nipple. He was able to grip it between his finger and thumb, twisting it slightly as he did so. Carol was breathing more quickly now as her tongue entered John's mouth and her hot breath entered his nostrils.

She was feeling more excited than she had expected and she was a little apprehensive about letting herself go on any further. John certainly knew how to kiss and touch her, especially as his practiced hand was now edging towards her panties. She would like him to touch her there. His fingers would undoubtedly thrill her more than those of her previous lovers, one of whom had been a rough ham-handed football player and the other a rather hesitant intellectual. John, it seemed, knew something of a woman's needs, and it occurred to her that she was really playing with fire in allowing him to make love like this to her. He was not a huge man, though quite well-built, but he possessed, she thought, a quiet masculinity that did not depend on his physique. At forty he seemed to assert himself with an unobtrusive authority which perhaps hid a powerful sexual urge, even, perhaps, a latent sadism. It might be a good idea to find out a bit more about him, however. Perhaps one day she would let him really fuck her and she might achieve that climax that for so long had tantalized her. It was certainly nice to have his hand on her legs and it was especially thrilling as his finger-tips lightly touched her crinkly bush-hair. Then down, slowly, down to the top of her slit, then brushing very lightly its length it entered the thick outer lips just at the point of the entrance to her cunt-hole. She would have to stop him if he went any further or it might easily be hard to resist him. But for the moment his finger rested gently just at the moist, warm entrance.

"God, Carol, I want you so much," John appealed to her suddenly. "Well if I can't fuck you, may I take off your sweater?" As she did not speak, he pushed it up over her head, pulling the arms out. And there she was, lying back on the divan, arms apart, naked now except for her bra, skirt, girdle, panties and stockings. But John was hardly aware of the fact… he saw only the hair under her armpits and like an eagle he swooped on her, his lips on her left armpit, licking and sucking the faint smell of womanly sweat.

Carol moved sensuously twisting her body and forcing her armpit deeper against his mouth. Now she was beginning to be roused, now she felt the desire to give herself to a man for the first time, to give herself completely and totally. Well, that's how she felt, but reason told her to hold back.

Who, after all, was this man? She had met him two or three times, and suddenly she found herself in his flat, lying stretched out on his divan, arms akimbo, skirt rucking up to the top of her thighs, the man sucking and licking her, his prick pressing through his trousers against her legs. What was she doing giving herself away like this? She must stop him going any further…

John licked her armpit, drank in the taste and smell of her sweat… pleasant, yet dank sweat of a woman who looked after her hygiene but who was not preoccupied with cleanliness for its own sake. A woman who allowed herself to be a woman, but neither shaved nor used deodorants. She did not need to for fundamentally she was a wholesome woman, a woman meant for a man's fucking.

Now he turned to her brassiere and gently fondled her tits through the black nylon. Then his hand reached out round to her back and before Carol knew what was happening he had undone the clasp, and within a second he had pulled off the straps from her shoulders and bared her lovely over-large knockers. Before Carol had time to protest he bent over and took one of her big pink nipples in his mouth.

She was profoundly aroused now. She would have to stop… or let him screw her. Yet, perhaps, she could go on a little longer. He said he would keep his word and she was inclined to trust him. Let him go on, let him go one bit longer… anyway it was nice to tantalize a man, to keep him at bay, to let him think she would give herself and then to reject him at the very last moment.

He was sucking her nipple and at the same time his hand continued to fondle her cunt-lips, but he was roused too much now to take her slowly. Suddenly he grasped the top of her panties and ripped them over her full hips and down her legs. She did not resist and waited for him to make the next move. And without ceremony he undid her skirt zipper and pulled it down her legs, casting it aside to reveal the loveliest body he had ever seen. She was lying back, her hair spread on the cushion, her arms apart displaying her armpits and roseate breasts, while her black girdle covered her flat stomach and below the flesh of her thighs ran down into her sheer stockings that clothed the loveliest legs in the world.

"I just must fuck you, Carol," he said in a quiet and determined voice. "I have to do it now, there's no turning back."

"Don't be silly, John, we've agreed that we can't do that tonight. Just make love to me darling please."

John knew that he had given his word, but… but how could he resist her now, how could he possibly stop with a girl like Carol half naked in front of him. Why had the bitch let him go so far anyway?

He got up from the sofa, speaking to her as he got to his feet and began to undress. "Look, Carol, I'll just lie at your side… I promise you I won't touch you… I mean I won't fuck you, but you'll have to make me come somehow… I can't stop now." He spoke urgently as he revealed the huge prick that Celeste had feared so much.

Now he was at her side, naked, his powerful cock erect and urgent, his hands on her breasts, his mouth to her lips. Now that he was half on top of her, there was nothing to prevent him pushing his dick into this beautiful woman. He moved over, on top of her now, and placed his pecker against her slit. He had promised that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want, but… well, here she was, and here, at last, was the moment he had waited for so long.

"No, no, John," said Carol firmly. "You'll spoil everything if you… if you try to shove your cock in!"

"But Carol, my love, I want you, I want you more than you know… we can't stop now. Please let me fuck you," he said appealingly.

Carol wriggled to one side and said determinedly, "No, John."

"Why not, why not Carol?"

"Because we agreed not to, didn't we?"

John knew that he would ruin his hopes with her if he went ahead against her wishes. He moved over so that one leg was between hers and his cock pressed against the outer side of her thigh. He bent down and pressed her on the lips again, fondling her lovely breasts and nipples as he did so.

She knew how much he wanted to screw her and in a way she wanted him to take her. But she was still not sure what she thought about him. Was it just that he wanted to fuck her once? She expected more from him than that, but, well…

John now forced her mouth down and gripped her tightly by the shoulders as he worked his cock against her leg. He was thoroughly roused now and knew that he would shoot his load soon whether he fucked her or not. She too was breathing deeply and wriggling her body as he played with her breasts, now gently, now brutally. His leg moved firmly against her cunt as he forced her even more forcefully against the bed. Then in a second he was between her legs again, his urgent cock pressing against her cunt opening. She was panting and moaning as he positioned himself on top of her, his cock touching her wet cunt-lips, but for the moment remaining still there.

Then as he kissed her with a new fervency he moved his cock into her now receptive vagina. He felt the hot wetness clothe his waiting cock-head and his body shook as he felt himself ready to thrust home his burning dick.

The girl remained still, continuing to moan as she felt the tip of his dong touch her sensitive cunt-lips.

Then Carol moved her cunt upwards almost imperceptibly and he felt her hot vagina enclosing the whole of his cock-head. Now he knew that she had accepted him.

He lay still on top of her, not daring to spoil this supreme moment by making a false move. Perhaps she had finally decided to take him, but she might well resist him if he forced home his advantage. He lay on top of her and gradually he let his full weight press down on her body, and as he did so his cock slowly penetrated her most lovely cunt, slid deeply into its welcoming warmth and he knew at last he had got her.

"Now I am going to fuck you, fuck you, Carol. I've wanted to do it for so long, nothing can stop me now," and as he spoke he forced home his prick to the very hilt.

She knew that it was the point of no return for her, and she knew that he had conquered. Now she wanted him to fuck her fully and completely as she felt her cunt beginning to thrill with a new kind of ecstasy.

He gripped her by the ass-cheeks, sought her lips and mouth, and withdrawing his cock slightly, he now rammed it back, back into her wonderful hot warmth, back into the depth of her cunt with all the power at his command. Then he began with deep rhythmic thrusts to fuck the girl he had wanted to hump for so long, the girl that was so hard to get. Gradually the tempo of his thrusts quickened, and as they did the girl lifted her legs entwining them about his body.

"Oh, John, fuck me, fuck me, for God's sake fuck me," she began to cry out. "I want you to make me come, for God's sake fuck me, fuck me…"

John needed little encouragement. His body, his white body throbbed with lust as he rammed home his cock, time after time, pressing her cunt to him and probing her mouth with his avid tongue. He knew now that he would not be long before he shot his load, but he wanted to give her what she wanted, and for a few moments he relaxed his thrusts, slowed them down to long, slow rhythmic movements that rubbed firmly against walls of her vagina. And then suddenly, she began to cry out in sheer agonizing ecstasy as she began her orgasm — the first real orgasm of her life. She moaned and screamed as he began his pounding again, moved her cunt up to meet his thrusts until… until in one supreme moment of joy she reached her climax as his hot liquid sperm shot into her very being.

That night was one of unlimited ecstasy for Carol and John; and as they lay exhausted in each other's arms he turned to look in her eyes to ask her to marry him:

"Will you, Carol?"

"Of course, my love," was her simple and immediate answer.