J. Paul Benford
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 cuntlips. 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,
