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This is the third 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, there's no such thing.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you were just looking for the
sex, you've found it but without the preceding chapters, it might make it
difficult to follow the story.

				And Three Were Foolish

				   by  The Englishman

Part 3
Chapter 4

"He likes being stroked doesn't he?"
Nervously aware of her vulnerability, Trish nodded, unwilling to answer or
move until she knew his intentions.
"My name's Dan,"he waited expectantly but Trish said nothing.
"So what's your name, or don't you want to tell me?"
"You shouldn't be here. I asked you to wait outside."
The stranger looked thoughtful, and then shook his head.
"Wait, was what you said. Nothing about outside."
"But you shouldn't walk in unless you're asked. It's not right."
"I was just being friendly but I know when I'm not welcome."
Trish waited but despite his words, he made no move to go.
"Why don't you stroke him?" the intruder said abruptly, thrusting the
puppy towards her.
The youngster blushed in sudden confusion. She had lost control of the
situation and felt uneasy with the stranger but she couldn't think of a
reason not to stroke the puppy. Her hand trembled as she reached
hesitantly and caressed the top of its head. The puppy re-acted by
frantically licking her fingers.
"He seems to prefer you. Your hands must be softer than mine."
He brushed her slim fingers gently as if to verify his words. Trish
shivered at his touch. She was too embarrassed to complain but, when his
fingers moved up to stroke the soft skin of her arm, the young girl gasped
and snatched her hand away. Her blue eyes blazed angrily but her body
shook and her trembling voice was a whisper. 
"Don't do that. Please go now before my parents get home."
"I'm not going anywhere without my reward. I'll wait till your parents get
home."
"But they won't be back till this evening."
"I don't mind waiting. In fact I think that I might enjoy it."
Trish stared at him in disbelief. Surely he couldn't be serious. 
He smiled, "We'll have time to become friends."
"You can't stay here all day. I've got things to do. You have to go now."
He smiled again but his smile reminded her of the way his eyes had
wandered over her earlier. Cold dread trickled through her stomach as she
realised how weak her words were and how much bigger and stronger than her
he was. 
He grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her roughly towards him. Her slender
body crushed helplessly against him and he felt the firm pressure of her
ripening breasts against his lower chest. Trish gasped in surprise and
pain. She tried to wriggle free, unaware of the effect that the contact
with her struggling body was having on her assailant. He chuckled
hoarsely.
"What's the matter? Not afraid of me are you."
The youngster felt terrified but she knew that it would be a mistake to
admit her fear to him. She stared boldly up at him and forced her voice to
remain steady. 
"I'm not afraid of you. I didn't ask you in, now let go of me and leave."
"I'm not going anywhere without my reward, or don't you want the dog after
all?"
"Of course I want him."
"Well perhaps you should be a bit more friendly then."
"Can't you understand, I haven't got the money. You'll just have to come
back later."
"Maybe you can think of some other way to reward me then."
Trish looked puzzled but a dreadful suspicion of what he meant chilled her
mind.
"What d'you mean? What other way?"
"You really are innocent aren't you? That could be dangerous for a
beautiful looking girl like you."
"I can look after myself. Why won't you just go and leave me alone?"
"Because I want my reward."
"But I haven't got.."
"Any money, you told me - but suppose I was to settle for a kiss?"
She blushed and her legs felt weak. She'd known what he meant but now he'd
said it and it was real.
"That's ridiculous, I don't even know you."
"That's your fault. I told you my name but you won't tell me yours . We
could have been friends by now."
"I don't want to be friends, I just want you to go."
"Just one little kiss - you don't need to know me for that."
She stared at him with suspicion but he just smiled casually. She wanted
him to go but he was in control of the situation and she was trapped. What
harm could it do? Just one kiss and as soon as he'd gone she could wash
her mouth out and brush her teeth. Her voice trembled despite her efforts
to appear calm.
"You mean that, one kiss and you'll go?"
He nodded, "Unless you want more after you've tried it."
Trish shook her head, "Just one kiss, that's all."
She allowed him to pull her closer and, as his lips neared hers, she
closed her eyes and tried to shut her mind to what was about to happen.
His mouth met hers and she felt his tongue against her lips. He hadn't
said anything about that and her mind rebelled at the thought of his
tongue inside her mouth. His tongue prodded persistently at her and she
knew that he wouldn't give up until he'd succeeded. She relaxed her lips
and his tongue slid between them.
The kiss went on and she realised that they hadn't agreed how long it
should last. Then his hand moved to her breast and slid smoothly over the
firm swelling. She tore her mouth away in shock but he still held onto
her. Her breast burned from his touch and she was conscious of her
hardening nipple. With a burst of strength that surprised them both she
squirmed free of his hand. She was red faced and breathless.
"You've had your kiss now let me go."
"But you didn't enjoy it."
"I didn't have to enjoy it. One kiss and you'd leave, that's what you
said. There wasn't anything about touching me."
He smiled calmly, "You could have touched me if you liked."
"Forget it. I've got no intention of touching you."
Ignoring her outburst, he scooped up the puppy and offered it to her. She
reached cautiously for dog, avoiding the stranger's hand. The animal
eagerly muzzled her hesitant fingers as she brushed and caressed him.
"You don't mind stroking him then?"
She shook her head, relieved that his thoughts had diverted back to the
puppy.. The stranger's voice was taut and low.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"You heard me. Go on do it."
Trish hesitated, and then silently did as he instructed. If she humoured
him maybe that would satisfy him and he would go.
"That's good. Now, with your eyes closed, how would you know whether
you're touching me or the dog?"
Trish's eyes flew open and she stared at him in disbelief. 
"I'd know all right. You aren't a puppy."
"But how would you know the difference? Have you ever touched a man's
cock?"
She was horrified by his casual use of the obscenity. More frightening was
the unfamiliar sensations that his words stirred inside her. The stranger
was talking more intimately with her than any man ever had before. She
suddenly grew more afraid of the situation which was developing beyond her
control. She bit her lip and shook her head.
"No, of course I haven't, never!"
He took the dog from her unresisting hands and taunted her as he stroked
it.
"Never what?"
 She fought back the tears that stung her eyes and whispered. 
"What you said. I've never touched a man's ... thing."
"No of course not, you're only a kid. You can't even make yourself say
cock can you?"
Trish swallowed hard. She'd said the word many times but this was very
different from giggling innocently in secret with her friends. She'd heard
men say cock before but, when he said it, the word suddenly took on a new
meaning. He was talking about his cock and it wasn't meant as a swear word
- it was an actual object. It was a man's sexual organ. It was his sexual
organ. 
She was shocked to discover that, despite the menacing situation she was
in, she found the thought exciting. She was too innocent to realise why he
wanted to hear her say the word but she realised instinctively that it
would be a mistake to try to placate him by giving in.
"I'm not a kid! I just don't like bad language its disgusting"
"You should practise saying it. One day you'll want a cock inside you so
badly that you'll beg to be fucked."
Trish's heart lurched and she felt an unfamiliar flutter in the pit of her
stomach. To be fucked - that was what a cock was for. Of course she knew
that in theory but his words made the concept real. His cock was for
fucking with. For fucking girls - and she was a girl. 
"I don't need to practise because I'll never beg anyone for that."
He shrugged, "It'll happen one day - why not today?"
He released the puppy and it dropped to the floor with a yelp. He moved
his hand casually to Trish's slender shoulder and caressed her neck softly
with one finger. His voice was gentle and reasonable.
"Do you know what I think? I think you're afraid that stroking a real cock
might feel better than stroking a dog. You might find that you like it so
much that you want to do more of it."
"I don't want to do any of it - and I'm not interested in your filthy
thoughts."
He shrugged carelessly. A second finger grazed the soft skin of her neck
and sent a shiver through her body. His voice hardened slightly.
"So are you going to stroke my cock or ..."
The youngster squirmed under his insistent touch. She was angry with
herself for allowing him into the house but her fury at his offensive
behaviour pushed everything else to one side. Her lips tightened in
defiance and her voice shook with emotion. 
"Or what? You can't make me say or do anything if I don't want to and I
don't want to do anything with you. Now you'd better leave before you get
into trouble."
He pressed his thumb sharply into her neck and his fingers curled around
her throat. His cold voice was edged with menace. Trish squirmed under the
pressure of his thumb and she squealed with pain as he dug it harder into
the soft flesh of her throat.
"You're wrong. I can make you do anything"
The youngster shivered at the cruelty in his voice. It was clear that he
meant what he said. Suddenly she was no longer a confident self possessed
young woman. She was a fifteen year old school girl and she didn't have
the experience to deal with this situation. Her defiance ebbed and fresh
tears filled her eyes.
"I haven't done anything to you. Why are you doing this to me?"
"I only wanted us to be friends but I'm not good enough for you."
"Okay, we'll be friends then, if that's what you want"
He sneered disbelievingly, "You're just saying that to humour me, You
don't mean it."
"Yes I do - I want us to be friends."
"Okay. Prove it then."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Stroke my cock - just like you stroked the dog."
"I can't - I've never done anything like that. I don't what to do."
He stared into her wide blue tear filled eyes and laughed softly. It
wasn't a laugh of happiness - it was harsh and filled with cruelty. She
knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and
inexperience, the more he would want to abuse her.
"Its just like stroking a dog but you'll enjoy it much more."
"You can't force me to enjoy something that I don't want to do."
"We'll see about that. Now kneel down and stroke my cock."
Trish hesitated and immediately felt him increase the pressure of his hand
on her throat. She struggled to breathe and choked in pain. Panic welled
up inside her at the thought of being strangled.
"All right, I'll do it. Stop hurting me."
The helpless youngster knelt awkwardly. Her eyes were in direct line with
his groin and she could see the outline of his erection through his jeans.
She buried her face in her hands and shook her head in despair. 
"I don't know what to do."
"I'll show you. Now open my zip - you do know how a zip works, don't you?"
She reached for his groin with shaking hands. His grip relaxed and he
caressed her cheek soothingly as she fumbled awkwardly for the tag and
jerked it down. The metallic rasp of his zip sent a shiver of fear through
the youngster's slight frame and she froze with her nerveless fingers
still holding the zip.
He grabbed her wrist and guided her limp hand to the opening and thrust it
inside. She felt the hard lump of his erection through the material of his
underpants and she tried to pull away. He forced her unwilling hand to the
waistband of his pants and hissed urgently at her.
"Get it out. Get my cock out. I want feel your hand on my bare cock"
Trish shook her head and shuddered in revulsion at the thought of touching
his naked penis but she was powerless to fight the strength of his grip.
She knew that she had no choice but to get the distasteful task over with
as quickly as possible.
Her trembling fingers were half paralysed with fear and loathing as they
tangled clumsily with the elastic and slowly pulled it downwards. His
engorged cock burst free and she was shocked to feel the sudden hardness
of him hot against her hand. She pulled away but he forced her hand back
into contact with the pulsating organ.
 The frightened youngster could feel every vein through his taut skin as
he guided her trembling hand onto his throbbing erection. He slowly coaxed
her cool fingers into motion forcing them to explore the full length of
it. Her hand shook uncontrollably as it reluctantly stroked the hot skin
of his rigid cock.
Still guiding her hand up and down, he gradually curled her slender
fingers around the massive girth until they encircled it. Her grip
tightened under the pressure of his hand and his foreskin slid back and
forth across the slippery head until he groaned softly.
"That's it, just like that, very gentle, very slow. Just don't stop when I
let go of your hand or you'll be sorry."
His free hand returned to her neck as he released his grip on her wrist.
She flinched and whimpered softly at the touch of his hand on her throat.
Fear forced her to continue the gentle up and down motion of her trembling
fingers on his hot throbbing organ. 
Her eyes were on the same level as his thrusting erection and, despite her
repugnance, the youngster found herself mesmerised by the first penis she
had ever seen. She watched in stunned fascination as the tight foreskin
slipped back and forth over the bulbous dome and she saw the first droplet
of liquid appear at the tip. It dripped onto her hand and was followed by
another. 
Her skin crawled with repugnance as she felt the clear liquid seep from
his cock and lubricate her massaging fingers. but she was determined to
make him come quickly and finish with him. He moaned low in his throat
and, hoping that he was approaching his orgasm, she quickened the pace of
her hand. He thrust himself into her fist impatiently and she prayed it
was a sign that it was nearly over. 
Her mind was numb and her hand moved mechanically as she stroked him
towards his climax and now she scarcely registered his caressing hand on
her neck. 
She did notice when his hand slid gradually from her neck to the side of
her small firm breast. He stroked the soft swelling gently with the barest
amount of pressure. His other hand moved to cup her breast while the tip
of his thumb grazed her sensitive nipple into reluctant hardness. 
The sudden violation of her body jolted Trish back to reality. She shook
her head and her hand stopped its steady motion on his penis as she
protested hopelessly at his invasive touch.
"Don't do that! Please don't touch me there."
He growled menacingly at her, "I warned you not to stop - I'll touch you
where I like, just relax and you'll like it too."
He pulled her to her feet and held her wriggling body firmly while he
savoured the warm firmness of her pert young breasts. Alarmed by the new
and frightening sensation of a man's touch on her body, she tried to
wriggle away from his exploring hands. He was too strong for her and her
protests turned to pleading.
"I don't want you to touch me. Please don't.. I'll do what you want, just
don't touch me there. I don't like it."
"It feels pretty good to me. Perhaps you'll like this better"
His hand slid from the teenager's breast and grazed lightly down her flat
smooth belly. Trish gasped and tried to pull back as his extended fingers
pressed lightly through her jeans at the swelling mound between her
thighs. He quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and
pulled her to him. 
He slid his free hand up inside her loose T-shirt and captured her naked
breast in his palm. The teenager wept in helpless frustration as he toyed
with her nipples and they sprang involuntarily into diamond hardness.
"Leave me alone you bastard. Haven't you humiliated me enough?"
Worse was to come. His strong fingers pulled open the top fastening of her
jeans and the zip ripped open as he thrust his hand inside. Trish screamed
in panic as she realised that his fingers were only inches from the
inadequate protection of her flimsy panties.
"Don't, not there! I'll do anything but please stop."
He ignored her wild pleas and slid his hand down to the top of her brief
panties. Her jeans were too tight to allow his hand to reach any further
and he ripped downwards with all of his strength. The seam tore and
panting fiercely he pulled the protective scrap of cloth down her thighs
as far as her knees. 
The speed and ferocity of his attack stunned her for a vital moment.
Imprisoned by the remains of her jeans she was unable to move. She stood
shamed and humiliated by his devouring gaze on the slight swelling that
her thin cotton panties barely concealed. 
He grabbed her wrist roughly and pressed her hand back onto his still hard
penis but she kept her fist clenched in silent refusal. He growled in
frustration and pulled her helpless body against his. His pulsing cock
pressed against the smooth soft skin of her belly and left a sticky trail
as he stroked it across her smooth skin. Restricted by the tight jeans
around her knees and his powerful arm around her body, Trish was powerless
to stop the humiliating abuse. She held her arms limply by her side and
resolved to do nothing that would make his unwanted assault any easier.
His harsh voice panted in her ear, "I thought that you wanted to prove
that we're friends. Why did you stop?"
"Not that friendly - I don't want you touching me."
He shook his head in bewilderment, "I let you touch me."
"Well I won't do it again."
"That's all right, I'll do it myself - and you can watch me."
He released her and moved back a pace. Trish felt a flood of relief as she
stumbled back from him. Her relief quickly turned to horror when he smiled
leeringly at her, "And I'll watch you."
She stared in disbelief at him, "What do you mean?"
A tight smile flicked over his face, "You know what I mean, as you don't
like me touching you, you can do it to yourself."
"I don't understand."
"Do the same as me - play with yourself."
Trish's heart pounded painfully as shocked fear raced through her veins.
He bent swiftly and ripped her jeans the rest of the way down her slim
legs. Her numbed muscles refused to obey her and she was unable to resist
as he lifted one of her feet at a time and removed the torn material. 
He stood back and stared anew at her near naked body. Clad in only her
T-shirt and panties, she looked even younger and more vulnerable. Her long
legs were slim and shapely and her skin soft and smooth. The thin white
panties were almost transparent and the outline of her sex was clearly
visible. 
She flushed scarlet with shame and humiliation as he studied her body. The
sight of her embarrassment appeared to send a fresh surge of energy
through his still hard cock.
He slowly slid back the foreskin to expose the bulbous dome and held it
inches from her face for her horrified inspection. Trish noticed there was
still a glistening droplet of semen on the swollen tip. She backed away
and stood unsteadily on shaking legs.
"Either you do it or I'll tear your pants off and do it for you?"
Her hands flew to her crotch in an instinctive move to protect herself.
The thought of his vile hands creeping over her body and defiling her
again, jerked her out of her dazed trance. Her voice was a whisper as she
pleaded desperately with him.
"Please don't make me. I'll watch you if that's what you want. I'll even
do it to you but don't make me do it to myself"
Her despairing eyes searched his face in vain for a sign of mercy but he
was oblivious to the youngster's silent plea. He reached out and rested
his hand lightly on her bare thigh. She shuddered as he stroked the smooth
skin of her leg.
"Either you play with yourself or I will."
Trish's mind spun in confusion. The youngster's shame and embarrassment at
what he wanted her to do fought with her feelings of disgust and revulsion
at the sickening thought of his hands returning to touch her body.
He sighed impatiently,"Well, are you going to do it?".
She lowered her gaze and nodded reluctantly. She stared at the floor in
humiliation, aware that his greedy eyes followed the path of her hand as
it moved hesitantly across her panties to the soft swelling between her
legs. Urged on by his threatening glare her slender fingers slowly stroked
the cleft of her sex through the thin material. He slowed the movement of
his own hand on his penis as he drank in the sight of the unwilling
youngster masturbating herself.
"It'd feel much nicer without your pants in the way. Why don't you take
them off?"
"No! I don't want to, I don't need to"
"Okay, but do it properly. Haven't you ever played with yourself before?"
Trish knew that he wouldn't believe her if she denied it but she was too
ashamed to admit to a stranger that she had.
"I don't understand. What do you expect me to do?"
"Take your pants off or put your hand inside so that you can do it
properly. Slide your fingers up and down your pretty little pussy until
its wet and throbbing. Until you're moaning and panting that you can't
bear it any more. Until you're desperate and ready to beg for a cock to
stretch and fill your throbbing hot little cunt."
Trish stared in horror at his lewd suggestion but she couldn't deny the
tingle of excitement that his words had provoked inside her. She knew that
he was capable of tearing her panties off if she refused to do as he
wanted but she couldn't take her panties off.
The thought of his eyes on her naked sex while she masturbated prompted
her hand to the waistband of her panties. 
"I - I'll do it like this, with them on, "she whispered tearfully.
She paused briefly to plead silently through tear filled eyes before her
hand inched under the elastic waist of her panties. She realised that he
could see every movement of her hand through the thin material and he
would know if she tried to deceive him.
She stopped as her fingertips reached the sensitive lips of her vagina.
The few occasions that she had experimented with touching herself had been
very private and her pleasure had always mingled with guilt and shame.
This was far from private and, with a stranger's eyes following her every
movement, she felt cheap and used. She stroked herself hesitantly but he
shook his head and frowned menacingly.
"Do it properly. Put your finger up inside. I'm sure you can get one
finger inside even a virginal little pussy like yours."
Fresh tears stung her eyes as he reached towards her threateningly and her
fingers reluctantly moved slowly to her tender slit as if she had no
control of their motion. She parted the soft lips and gasped as she slid
one hesitant fingertip inside herself. 
Her face flushed crimson with shame as he stared lustfully at her moving
fingers and masturbated in time with her. His harsh breathing and groans
of pleasure increased her embarrassment and humiliation but under his
unrelenting gaze, she was forced to keep her fingers moving. One slender
fingertip inside her and another pressed against the sensitive bud of her
clitoris. 
If she had been alone it would have been pleasurable but now she felt
wretched and squalid. She knew he must be near to coming and all she could
hope for was that he would come soon and lose interest in her so that she
could put a stop to the degrading experience. She watched his moving hand
intently and listened to his breathing, waiting for the moment when it
would all be over. 
The movement of his hand and the rhythm of his breathing had a hypnotic
effect on her shocked mind and, unconsciously the movement her hand
gradually fell into the same rhythm as his own. As the motion of his hand
grew faster, her own hand followed its movement until, to her horror and
disbelief, she felt the beginnings of warm moisture seep through her
fingers. 
Appalled at her lack of control she tried to fight her body's betrayal but
the slick moisture between her legs made it too easy for her treacherous
fingertip to slide further inside. Despite her forced participation, tiny
shocks of forbidden pleasure flickered and spread from the depths of her
vaginal passage and fired through her stomach and thighs. 
Her legs shook and made it difficult to stand. The glimmering sparks of
pleasure intensified to a burning rapture that engulfed her as she neared
her unwanted orgasm. Her breath quickened as her trembling legs buckled
and she sank to her knees. His groans of pleasure echoed her own and she
felt her face flush hot with shame as she realised that he was still
staring intently at her.
 He laughed at her dismay, "Starting to enjoy it are you?"
His voice broke her trance and the exquisite sensation evaporated. She
stopped instantly and snatched her hand from inside her pants. She
scrambled unsteadily to her feet. Her trembling legs barely supported her
as, shaking her head violently the youngster lied desperately - denying
what her crimson face had already betrayed.
"I'm doing what said. You can make me do it but I don't have to like it."
"Don't lie to me. You were getting wet and excited just like I said you
would. Getting that hot tight little pussy ready for my cock"
"No, you're wrong, it didn't excite me. It was degrading and disgusting. I
didn't feel anything at all."
He smiled mockingly. Before she could move to resist, his hand shot out
and cupped her still throbbing sex through the soft cotton of her pants.
His middle finger pressed gently into the damp cleft sending a fresh
thrill of reluctant pleasure through her inexperienced body. Then his
plundering fingers slid along the drenched material that was the only
barrier between him and her pulsing slit. 
Trish cried in despair, "Oh No, not that! Don't do this to me ... Ohh
please stop ... Please ..."
He seemed to relent as, with a final tantalising press on her clitoris, he
withdrew his hand. He showed her the moisture on his fingers before
raising them to his mouth and licking them hungrily.
"Hmm, you taste good too. You were liking it all right, your pussy is hot
and wet and in a few minutes you would have been on your knees begging for
my cock."
Trish blushed hotly at the undeniable evidence of her pleasure. Before she
could protest, his hand returned to the damp warmth between her thighs and
pressed her rhythmically through her saturated panties. She struggled
helplessly and tried to squeeze her thighs together but the additional
pressure only intensified the effect of his caresses. He kept up the
insistent provocation as his fingers stroked and pressed on the slick wet
surface of the youngster's panties. 
Despite her revulsion, the feeling that she had started was still there
and growing. A groan of pleasure escaped her lips. She breathed faster and
deeper as her unwanted arousal grew towards orgasm. She was powerless to
quell her mounting excitement but she knew that if he made her climax then
her humiliation would be complete. Her mind fought to reject the
fulfilment that her excited body craved and she pleaded breathlessly for
him to stop.
"I don't want this. You have to stop ... Please don't, Please ..."
His hand slowly ceased its tormenting action. The confused teenager felt
torn between relief and regret as the electrifying promise of her climax
gradually faded - but the reprieve was brief. 
His hand slid up and along the slippery moist cotton crease of her panties
until it reached the thin band of elastic at the waist.
His hand slipped smoothly inside and she sucked in her breath sharply as
the feather touch of his fingers grazed lazily down towards her
unprotected pussy. 
Trish held her breath as his teasing fingers edged with unbearable
slowness over the soft swelling of her pussy mound then suddenly she could
feel him on her hot wetness. His fingers gently separated the velvet lips
of her moist vagina and glided easily along her slippery cleft. He found
the tiny erect bud of her clitoris and carefully teased it until the young
girl's growing pleasure exploded into sudden ecstasy. 
She hated her body for betraying her but she could not stop the waves of
pleasure that rocked her nervous system. She moaned softly in despair and
shame as her supple hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of
his tantalising caress.
Each time she pushed uncontrollably forward, his fingers retreated to
maintain the light tormenting touch that was inciting her to forget
everything but the fulfilment that she craved. 
To be continued

The Englishman
