"The Family Haven 1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Benford J. Paul)

Chapter 2

John and Carol moved to a house in Hampstead and life went along swimmingly. And John would probably have been content with Carol for the rest of his life had not circumstances presented him with a new opportunity to indulge his sensuality.

Carol went away for a night to stay with an old school friend, and it so happened that John's daughter called round in her absence. John eyed the lovely schoolgirl with peculiar appraisal as they sat at dinner and talked about her recent visit to France with a party from her school.

She had well-formed titties, John could see, and slim, attractive legs.

She swept her long, hair from her face as she talked to him with enthusiasm about her experiences in Paris. Looking at her father rather shyly, she then told him how she had met a French boy who had taken her to all the well-known sights, and that she hoped he would come to England one day to stay.

"Did you like him?"

"Oh yes, Daddy, he was terribly kind to me and took me dancing every night. It was marvelous."

"I suppose he kissed you too, eh?"

The girl blushed. "Well, yes, he did. That was nice too. It was the first time a boy had kissed me and it was really exciting. Oh, I'd love him to be here tonight," she said, lowering her eyes. "It's terribly exciting when a boy kisses you, Daddy."

"I'm glad you think so," and he thought as he looked at her how much he would like to kiss her girlish lips himself.

By the time dinner was over it was so late that John suggested that she should stay in the spare room. "I think you'd better telephone your mother, though, and tell her where you are." Ursula ran to the phone and had soon arranged with her mother that she would not be back until the following morning.

"Well, darling, I think you'd better go to bed; it's getting late.

You've seen the guest room, I think. It's all ready for you. John stood up and walked over to his daughter. Taking her hand in his he bent forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Good night, my dear," he said.

"Good night, Daddy," she said. "It's so nice to see you and to come to your house. I love being here."

"Good, well it's nice to see you," and with that he leaned forward again and looked into her eyes. "Yes," he said, "I've no doubt your French boy friend loved kissing you."

Ursula blushed and lowered her eyes.

"Yes," her father said as he felt the thrill of her young flesh rousing him. "Yes, it would be nice to kiss you, I'm sure." As he spoke he looked at her again and lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. The girl looked back at her father shyly, and as she did so, he brought his lips close to hers. Then with extreme gentleness he brought them into contact with her mouth, brushing lips as lightly as he could.

She did not move, but continued to look at her father, shyly and uncertainly. He kissed her again, this time a little more forcefully, and he took his lips away he said, "I suppose that's how he did it, eh?"

Ursula was breathing more rapidly, and then she said, hesitantly, "Yes, something like that…"

"Or was it more like this?" he asked her. He pulled her closer to him and brought his lips firmly against her luscious mouth, keeping them there for half a minute or so. "Like that? Like this?" he added. And lips back and forth across hers, pushing his tongue quite gently between them to enter her mouth.

"Oh Daddy," the girl suddenly said. "I shouldn't let you do that. But it's nice. Do it once more, before I go to bed, will you?"

"Well, I'd better come and say goodnight to you when you're in bed, then I can kiss you again if you want me to. Now, off you go."

John felt the excitement rise within him as he thought he would be able to kiss her as she lay in bed. She would be in a nightdress and he would be able, as he embraced her, to feel her young body against his.

Who knows, he thought, I might even kiss her luscious young titties too. The idea grew in his mind as he waited for his daughter to undress and she was scarcely in bed before he was knocking at her door, and entering the room.

"Ah, you're in bed. Well," he added as he moved to her bedside, "let me give you your 'good-night' kiss."

The girl lay back against the pillows, her long fair hair spread out fan-wise, while the top of her silk nightie peeped over the top of the bedclothes. John reached the bedside and sat down on the edge. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. She opened her mouth slightly as if invitingly, and her father pressed his tongue against her teeth. Then he moved it from side to side of her mouth as her teeth parted for his tongue to enter. He felt his cock pressing against his trousers; he knew that he was filled with hump lust for his daughter and that it would be difficult for him to resist the temptation to go as far as he could with her. He changed his position so that he half lay on the bed and as he did so he lifted the bedclothes back and took the girl into his arms. Now he was kissing her fervently and pressing her young breasts against his chest. "Was that how he kissed you?" he said, his voice now thick with desire.

"Yes," the girl panted. "Yes, but…"

He interrupted her as he pressed his lips against her mouth and began to kiss her passionately. He could feel her sweet tits rising and falling as he pressed her to him, and he knew that she was strangely excited by his kisses and the pressure of his body.

"Of course, it's even more exciting if I kiss your pink nipples. Did you know that?" He looked at her and saw that she was surprised, even perhaps frightened, but he could see that she would not stop him and that she was thrilled at the thought of it.

"It would be better if you took off your nightie," he said. "Then I can show you what I mean."

Oh Daddy, I can't do that… not with you. It's wrong for you…"

"It's the only way you can really find out what it's like to be kissed properly. You have to find out one day and I can show you how it's done by a real lover. There's nothing wrong in it, Ursula…"

As he spoke he put his hands down the bed clothes, found the hem of her nightie, and began to pull it up her stomach to reveal her navel and then her breasts. When he saw her pristine beauty and gorgeous pink nipples he could hardly contain himself. But he kept his hands away and pulled the nightie up over her head. She allowed him to pull it off altogether and now she lay in the bed naked, the bed clothes covering the lower part of her body, but leaving her well-formed breasts open to his lascivious gaze. He placed his hands on her nipples and stroked them gently. The girl lay back, her breath coming fast now as her nipples slowly hardened. "Now, darling, if I kiss them you'll see how exciting it can be." And with that he plunged his face to her titties and took one of her luscious buds between his sensual lips. The girl moaned as he worked his lips over it, and then sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh, Daddy, stop, please stop… it's terribly exciting, but you must stop now. I feel strange… I can't explain…"

The man knew that he could not stop now and that he would go on, whatever she said. He did not release her nipple and he slowly sucked at it, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could as he did so. His other hand fondled her left tit, his fingers taking the nipple firmly, twisting it this way and that. Then he half lay across her as he turned to kiss the other breast. The girl was now silent except for her slight moans and occasional sighs as he went on working at her breasts, a hand on one, his mouth almost swallowing the other.

Soon she began to moan more loudly as she felt a strange thrill in her whole body.

John knew that he could do almost anything with her now. He got up from the bed and in a matter of seconds he had thrown off his own clothes.

He now stood at the side of his daughter's bed with his prick fully erected, jutting from his thick bush of pubic hair.

"Oh Daddy, you mustn't, you mustn't…"

"Don't be silly, darling. You have to learn about real frigging some day. Now I'll teach you all about it. I won't hurt you." With that he drew near to the bed, raised the bed clothes and got in beside his naked daughter.

He pulled her to him and crushed her mouth beneath his lips, moving his hands down her body as he did so. The girl lay back, panting for breath as the thrill of the man's body against hers gave her an experience she had never had before, or even thought possible. As he kissed her passionately, his right hand fondled the valley between her thighs and gradually he opened her legs wide so that he could feel for her girlish cunt. As he found it with his index finger and parted her virginal cunt-lips, the girl moaned and wriggled with pleasure, abandoning herself to her ecstasy, no longer caring whether what she was doing was right or wrong. Her father found the entrance to her vagina, already moist and hot with her girlish secretion, and he pushed his finger against her hymen. He could feel that her cherry was scarcely ruptured at all, that it was tough and resistant and that he would have to break it before he could hope to think of going into her cunt completely. He forced one of his fingers into the entrance as the girl moved with the pain of it, as well as the excitement of it. Then he moved the finger in and out of the entrance, gradually widening the ruptured maidenhead. In a few minutes he was able to work two fingers into her cunt.

As he did so she began to moan with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh, aaahhh, ooohh! You're hurting me, you're hurting me." But the man no longer cared. He forced his fingers in an out of the girl's vagina, rupturing and dilating the hymen. He could go on with his fingers to make it easier for himself when he used his prick on her, but he could not wait. He wanted to force his cock into her, to hurt her, to ravage her. No power on earth, no threat of police action or anything else could stop him now. Here was his teen-age daughter under him, about to be fucked by him, her father. Yes, he wanted to fuck his daughter more than anything in the world and he knew that his lust and craving for her was beyond control. He would violate her young cunt mercilessly and he would enjoy doing it more than anything he had ever done in his life.

He got between her legs and guided his prick to her virginal slit. The girl moaned and cried as he held her in position, poised to force his entry. "No, no, Daddy, please don't. You'll kill me, it's so big! You mustn't, please stop… oooh!" The man's prick now forced its way half an inch or so between the girlish cunt-lips, and she cried out in agony. But he was almost unaware of her cries; he was forcing it in, jabbing and pressing into her brutally and ruthlessly. His whole weight was on her now and he held her by the ass-cheeks as he pushed and forced his prick through the ruptured hymen until it was now half enclosed by the vaginal lining of the now violated girl. Now cunt-juice began to pour from the rupture and he could feel the sticky hot liquid bathing his dong. But he was only roused to even greater violence by the thought of her juicing cunt and with a tremendous heave his prick suddenly ripped the girlish maiden-head apart completely, and tore into her womb.

The girl screamed with agony. "Aaaah! OOOHH! Stop! Oooohh!" The scream died down and ended in a moan as he slowly withdrew his cock to the entrance of her cunt-lips again, then to force it back into her twat with new violence and new agony. The man was almost beyond himself now.

He felt his whole body throb with the lust of having this young girl, his own daughter, and his prick was now beginning to jerk with the beginning of his orgasm. He pushed it into her cunt deeply, pulled it back, and again forced it deep into, and then with regular, powerful thrusts he fucked her. Fucked her as he had never fucked anyone before, until the moment came when his steaming hot sperm shot against her womb and he reached the culminating ecstasy of his orgasm. His prick jerked and throbbed, spitting his hot, scalding sperm into his daughter as she lay there in a faint.

That night he fucked her three times. By the morning the poor girl was in agony, her cunt almost ripped apart, but when he came into her the third time she had suddenly felt the joy of a complete sexual experience and she had clung to her father screaming in an orgasm of pain and pleasure.

Before she left that morning he promised that he would fuck her again as soon as possible, as well as show her many other aspects of this wonderful new game of frigging. The only trouble was his young wife, Carol… he would have to think about that problem.

As she left she spoke a new language to her father.

"Daddy, I want you do it again to my cunny soon. I want you to fuck me and fuck me. Will you, please?"

He took his daughter in his arms, crushed her to his chest, and pressed his lips down on hers. Then, as he released her, he said, his voice once again thick with lust at the thought of having her young twat,

"Yes, my dear, I shall be fucking you soon, fucking you with my big prick, forcing it into you so that you will scream with the thrill and joy of it. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes, desperately," she said, her eyes alight with excitement.