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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish - NEW - part 19
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This is the nineteenth part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published so this is its first
public airing. I have re-worked some of the material and will continue to
do this on a chapter by chapter basis. The story is about three young
girls and their sexual awakening.
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest, and
Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will
know what to expect. IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !

To those who are looking for instant gratification, slow down a bit - it
lasts longer.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the
sex, it's here all right - but without the preceding parts it will be
impossible to follow the story and you've already missed most of the sex.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 19

Frozen in time - like watching herself on a slow motion film - she stared
numbly as his fingers stroked her trembling belly. Her stomach muscles
spasmed and contracted as his fingers trailed over her sensitive skin
before they moved back up to caress her breast. His other hand still
covered hers and he pressed her fingers into her crotch, in a slow careful
rhythm. She groaned helplessly as he used her slim fingers to carry out
his silent commands. She'd excited herself to fever pitch before he'd
touched her and now her body was trembling with desire. She struggled to
keep her voice steady so that he wouldn't suspect the effect that he was
having on her.
"Look, I'm sorry if I teased you but now you've gone too far. You've got
to stop."
"Like you said, I've gone too far - too far to stop Lucy. Now, move your
hand."
"I can't, it's wrong for us to do this. What about mum? She'll throw you
out and I won't have a father at all."
"Only if you tell her. She won't find out from me and I don't think you'll
say anything will you?"
His fingers were still tracing a delicate path around and over her erect
nipple and she wondered why he hadn't touched her other breast. Of course
she didn't want him to but she wasn't strong enough to stop him, so why
didn't he just go ahead and claim both breasts. He could even force her to
move her hand from between her legs if he wanted to. He didn't need to ask
her. She had already discovered how much strength was in his arms. She
realised with a sudden chill that he could force her to do anything and
she was powerless to stop him. She pushed weakly at his arm. 
"Please stop. I promise that I won't tell mum if you stop now."
"You won't tell her. You wouldn't want to hurt her. So you won't tell her
anything, will you?"
Lucy knew that he was right. If her mother found out what he was doing to
her daughter, it would destroy her and their family.
"No, I suppose not," she muttered feebly, "but you have to stop. It's bad
and wrong."
"Move your hand Lucy."
"No."
"You owe me that much Lucy. After the way that you've teased me. At least
let me see what I'm missing."
For a moment she was tempted. All she had to do was move her hand away and
let him look at her. Then he might go and leave her alone. He couldn't
accuse her of teasing him then, could he? His hand left her breast and
glided gently down her belly before moving back up to caress the other
nipple into erection. She'd been waiting for him to pay attention to her
other breast but the sudden fresh flare of pleasure caught her by surprise
and she gasped involuntarily.
 Encouraged by her reflexive response he bent over her and ran his tongue
lightly over both nipples. Lucy sucked in her breath sharply as tiny
shocks of pure energy shimmered along her nerves and burst like champagne
bubbles wherever his flickering tongue touched her skin. She moaned softly
and tried ineffectively to push his head away.
"Ohh ... don't. You mustn't - please stop now."
"Move your hand then."
"If I do, will you promise only to look. Promise that you won't do
anything else to me?"
"I promise that I won't do anything that you don't want me to."
She hesitated for a moment as he released the pressure of his hand on
hers. Then she slowly withdrew her hand from between her legs. She blushed
scarlet as he gazed between her open thighs. This was wrong. It was wrong
for him to touch her the way that he had, and it was wrong for her to show
herself to him like this.
 She was hot with embarrassment but she felt a perverse pride as her
step-father knelt by the bed and silently admired her naked body. How long
could he just stand there and stare at her? How long could she lie exposed
and vulnerable while he studied the most intimate secrets of her body? 
Her naked vagina pulsed as if it was aware of his attention. It was
inviting him to touch her there - daring him to take possession of it.
Lucy felt the pounding of her blood as it engorged and dilated her pussy
lips and she wanted her fingers back there in the damp warmth. If he would
only go now, she could finish what she had started. She moved her hand to
cover herself again but he caught her wrist gently and stopped her. She
didn't try to struggle, it was pointless.
He dipped his head as if in prayer and kissed her leg just above her knee.
His tongue flicked out and lightly grazed her smooth thigh. Her legs
trembled as his tongue traced a line upwards and Lucy whispered feebly. 
"No, you promised you wouldn't."
His warm breath on her inner thighs blazed a thrilling trail for his
tongue as it glided over the silky soft skin towards her unprotected
vagina. She clenched her fists and protested again. 
"You promised...."
 She sighed softly as his tongue licked delicately at her pussy lips and
his breath was hot on her inflamed cunt. 
"You mustn't .... Noo.. Oooohhh!"
She couldn't prevent the sudden flow of moisture and she couldn't stop her
legs from parting as he slid his hands under her. His strong palms cradled
her firm bottom and gently raised her hips. Her mind and her body were no
longer connected. Like a dream that she couldn't control, she was unable
to resist as he turned her sideways across the bed so that his flickering
tongue could reach further into her. 
He pulled her closer to where he was kneeling and her legs hung over the
side of the bed with his head between her thighs. She was helpless to stop
his expert tongue as it danced magical spells of confusion through her
body. She couldn't still the sparkling trails of pleasure that leapt like
lightning through her body to build a coruscating stream of fire that
threatened to explode within her. 
She tried without success to control her hips as they rose to meet his
lips and tongue. Even her voice refused to obey. Lucy cried out loud with
pleasure but still she knew that it was wrong. She tried to fight the
waves of sexual sensation that overwhelmed her. She had to regain control
of the situation. If he won this time, she would be lost forever.
"You must stop.. You promised that you wouldn't do anything." She panted
weakly.
He paused and looked up at her from between her thighs. His lips were wet
from her vaginal juices.
"I promised not to do anything that you didn't want. Tell me that you
don't want this and I'll stop."
Lucy bit her lip. She didn't want this but her body was loving it. But
with her step-father? Her mother's husband?
"We mustn't ... Don't you see? We can't do this even if we want to."
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across her swollen clitoris.
Lucy squealed hopelessly as her hips thrust upwards invitingly. He looked
up with a knowing smile. 
"You mean we mustn't do this even though we want to."
"Yes, that's right, we mustn't," she breathed.
"Well I didn't promise not to do what we mustn't, only what you didn't
want," he said craftily. 
His head dipped back to her open thighs and his expert tongue teased her
till she felt sure that she would explode. Every fibre of her tormented
young body screamed for release but a corner of her mind still nagged at
her conscience. She couldn't fight the demands of her own body even though
she knew that he was wrong to be doing this to her. She was wrong for to
allowing him to do it - for wanting him to do it. 
Her mind excused her body's actions. It wasn't her fault - she had said no
but he had ignored her. She couldn't find a way to excuse her irrational
urge to reach out and stroke the swelling in his trousers.
It was definitely wrong that she should want to touch him, to open his zip
and feel his erect cock. It was wrong but her hand reached out for him
anyway, as if it had made the decision on its own. Her fingers brushed
tentatively across the bulge in his trousers and his lips pressed harder
against her vagina in response. She groaned in pleasure and confusion as
she tried to remember at what point she had stopped struggling and started
to encourage him.
 She struggled weakly to open his trousers but her hands were as
uncoordinated as her brain. He paused for a moment to guide her trembling
fingers onto his belt buckle. She tugged it loose while he pulled his zip
open but his cock was beyond her reach. She groaned in frustration while
he stood up and pulled his clothes off. 
Lucy gasped in amazement when she saw the size of his erection. Her hand
itched to touch it but it was as thick as her wrist and she was terrified
that he might want to try to put it inside her. He would kill her if he
tried. ... if she let him try. She shook her head. He wouldn't do that -
she wouldn't let him do that. She was his step-daughter and, even if that
meant nothing to him, she was still a school girl.
 He moved closer to the bed and the huge length of his cock was within her
reach. She touched it timidly and her small hand closed around it. She
explored its length while he bent over her and kissed her breasts. His
lips wandered over her neck and breasts but she wanted his tongue back
inside her empty cunt. She tentatively gripped his cock and pumped it
gently to encourage him. She felt his hand on her wet pussy lips and she
cried out in ecstasy as he found her clitoris and slid his finger over the
slippery nub. His tongue flickered over her lips and slid into her open
mouth as he pressed his lips to hers. His fingers manipulated her
streaming cunt with expert care but her screams of delight were muffled by
his mouth as he kissed her. 
Then his hands were under her - lifting and pulling her gently across the
bed towards him. Her legs sprawled over the side leaving her hips in mid
air, supported only by his strong hands on the firm cheeks of her bottom.
He moved between her open legs and despite the fact that she was still
grasping his throbbing cock, she felt the swollen hardness of him brushing
her inner thighs. It was moving upwards - nudging at her vaginal entrance.
Her step-father was about to fuck her. She'd known that this was where it
was leading but she'd shut her mind to it. Pretending to herself that all
he would want was to touch her and look at her. He couldn't do this. They
couldn't do it - it was too much.
"No! We have to stop. We can't do that. You're my father."
"Lucy, I have to. I've wanted you and waited for this for so long, you
can't stop me now."
"But I've got to stop you. We can't go all the way."
As she said the words she knew that it was hopeless. He was right - there
was nothing she could do to stop him. He held her firmly so that she
couldn't back away as his hard cock pressed insistently against her. She
remembered the pain of Gary's much smaller penis as it had brutally
breached her virginity and she whimpered in fear as the pressure on her
reluctant opening gradually increased. His enormous organ would never fit
inside her without splitting her in half. She sucked in her breath and
held it in anticipation of the pain to come. Her slight frame tensed in
fearful preparation for the cruel thrust that would rip into her body but
it didn't come. 
There was no pain. He was patient and gentle, allowing the bulbous head of
his erection to slowly expand her vaginal entrance as he sought admission
to her young body. The pressure released with a faint pop as he slowly
eased into her. Lucy felt herself stretching to accommodate his hardness.
It was mildly uncomfortable for a moment until her muscles adjusted then
the waves of pleasure returned and rocked through her slim body. 
He fucked her gently without penetrating her fully until she was gasping
with pleasure then he began to increase the depth of his thrusts until
half of his enormous cock was embedded within her young body. She held her
breath each time her tiny pussy took more of him in and still he wanted
more. 
The young girl lifted her head looked and down the length of her body to
see herself impaled on the massive thickness of her step-father's cock.
Guilt and fear mixed in equal proportions as she stared in enthralled
resignation at the sight of his erection embedded in her young body. They
had committed the ultimate sin. The unthinkable was really happening. Her
step-father was fucking her. What was worse, she wanted him to do it. She
stared in appalled fascination as his cock thrust into her body and she
shuddered to see how much more he expected her to take. 
"No more please. I'm full now, you won't get any more inside me."
The rhythmic thrusting of his penis inside her was driving her to heights
of pleasure that she had never dreamed of and she scarcely noticed that he
had paid no attention to her plea. His cock advanced inch by inch filling
and stretching her young cunt and sending pulses of pure pleasure
rocketing through every nerve in her body. Then, with a final tremendous
thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt inside her. 
She finally cried out in pain at his last assault and he paused to give
her time to recover. She whimpered softly as her body adjusted to the
massive invasion. She could feel his pulse inside her belly as his cock
throbbed in eager readiness and as his lips brushed hers he whispered
softly to her.
"You're so hot Lucy. So hot and wet and tight. I can feel your tight
little cunt holding my cock and squeezing it. I can feel your pulse
throbbing against my hard cock and I want you so much."
"But it's wrong for us to do this," she murmured.
"We both know that it's terribly wrong and we should stop now."
"Say you want me to fuck you Lucy?"
"I can't. This is so bad ... so wrong," she whispered breathlessly.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Her wide green eyes gazed steadily into his face. Her mind formed the
words to stop him but she couldn't say them. Her gaze fell and she bit her
lip in shame as she shook her head slowly. His cock stirred and Lucy felt
it withdraw a fraction. She held her breath and then released it with a
gasp as he began to fuck her gently. She sighed and moaned with each
measured thrust. Every vein and ridge on his engorged organ created fresh
waves of pleasure that coursed along her vaginal nerves and rippled
through her body. She could hear his harsh breathing as the tight grip of
her heated vagina held his rigid cock in the ultimate embrace. 
His breathing grew faster and deeper, keeping pace with the growing power
of his thrusting penis. Lucy cried out as he withdrew almost entirely from
her and then plunged his cock back into the slippery depths of her
welcoming cunt. For a brief second she worried that he might come inside
her. She tried to catch her breath to form the words that were in her
mind. "Don't come inside me" but the words were never said. 
She cried out in anticipation as she felt her impending climax. His hands
gripped the firm cheeks of her bottom and he pulled her hard onto his cock
as it lunged into her tender young body. He was no longer gentle and
thoughtful. Ploughing heedlessly into the soft heat of his step-daughter's
body, his huge organ possessed her totally.
She heard him growl as the surging waves of pleasure came faster and
merged into one crashing crescendo of sensation as her orgasm erupted,
again and again. She screamed desperately as the rolling climax drove her
higher and higher until she was sure that she had to die. Her step-father
ignored her wild screams as he thrust frantically into her warm depths,
then she felt the scalding spurt of his semen as it exploded inside her.
Her own orgasm peaked at the same moment and she couldn't catch her breath
to scream anymore. His cock was still moving inside her and his sperm was
still coming in hot splashes that bathed her vaginal walls and filled her
womb. He held her silently for a long time, until their breathing slowed
and his erection subsided. Lucy held her breath as the limp organ slipped
from her vagina and she let out her breath with a sigh of contentment.
 Drowsiness swept over her like a blanket and she was already half asleep
when her step-father carried her to the bathroom and washed her gently.
She felt like a helpless child as he put her to bed and pulled the quilt
over her. She could hear the remorse in his voice.
"I'm sorry Lucy. I know it was wrong."
"It's all right."
"I tried not to, but you're so beautiful."
"It's all right, really."
"Did you mean what you said Lucy. About wanting me to be your father."
She smiled sleepily. "If you want to as well."
He leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. "Starting tomorrow, we'll
make up for lost time. Goodnight Lucy."
When she woke, the clock showed five o'clock. The first weak rays of the
morning sun streamed through the window and she quickly closed her eyes
again. Had it really happened or had she dreamed the whole incident? Her
mind was still half asleep and fuzzy. It had felt real enough and she
could remember every detail, but.... Her night-dress was fastened. Her
quilt was straight and smooth. There was no sign that she and her
step-father had ... had.. She stumbled over the thought. If they hadn't
done it, then why would she dream about it? Especially as it should have
been her teacher in her dreams. 
She touched herself between her legs with curious fingers but there was no
evidence that anything had happened. It felt nice but not what she was
looking for. Her fingers remained where they were as she tried to
remember. The memories were vivid in her mind but were they real? She
could hardly ask her step-father if he had fucked her last night. Her
fingers were still between her legs and she felt the stirring of pleasure.
She moved her hand without urgency while she tried to place the memories
in her mind into perspective. It was no good - she could not remember. If
it had been a dream, it had been so vivid that it might as well have
happened.

What had he said to her? Her mother had been away last night. That was
checkable. She had only to look, and what then? If it was a dream, what
did that say about her and her subconscious feelings about her step-father
and if it wasn't a dream, what did that say about her, full stop? Her
fingers stroked the wet lips of her vagina lazily and she closed her eyes
as the feeling grew.
 She stopped herself. There was time for that later, when she had put her
mind at rest.
She slipped out of bed and padded silently towards the master bedroom. The
door was ajar and she pushed it gently. Then she was in the room, standing
over the bed. Her mother's side was empty. Did that prove anything?
Staring at her step-father's sleeping form she was suddenly conscious of
the slow pulse between her thighs. The sensation that she had started with
her fingers was growing of its own accord as gazed at the sleeping figure.

She shivered in the slight chill of the early morning air and without
actually making a decision she crept silently into her mother's bed. The
sheets were cold and she eased herself cautiously across to share the
warmth of her step-father's body. He was sleeping on his back and didn't
stir as her thigh pressed lightly against his. The proximity of him caused
the pulse between her thighs to grow to the point where she couldn't
ignore it.


To be continued

The Englishman.

About 4 - 5 parts left to go.
Now would be a great time to fill out a short note to let me know how it's
going. 
Are you confused - excited - bored rigid - just rigid?
Is it heading where you expected?
Is it too much/too little/ too long/ too short?
Too explicit/too tame/too predictable/ too Twin peaks.

A little adulation and Ego massaging never goes amiss either.
