Anonymous: The Family Haven

"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.