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Subject: And Three Were foolish part 17
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This is the seventeenth 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 might be
difficult to follow the story, especially this section and you've already
missed a lot of the sex.

WARNING ::::: I can't remember what I was on when I wrote this section but
when I re-read it I was more confused than after an episode of Twin Peaks.
At  least Twin Peaks had ace music - this has very little.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 17

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.
Her hand returned to the damp warmth and she masturbated herself in a slow
even rhythm while she listened to her step-father's steady breathing. Her
thigh pressed more firmly against his and she couldn't resist reaching out
and lightly touching his muscular leg. Her hand crept cautiously to his
crotch and her heart pounded as she encountered his limp softness. His
penis lurched as she stroked it and she lifted the quilt and looked down
to where it was struggling without success to become erect. It looked
helpless and weak, not at all like the rampant invader that she remembered
from last night. Her step-father stirred and her heart stopped for a
moment. His breathing steadied and he began to snore softly. 
When she was sure that he was asleep, she whispered, "Fuck me daddy."
What would she say if he woke up? What would he say? 
She caressed the limp organ gently as though it was more delicate when it
wasn't erect. Her other hand moved more rapidly between her own legs and,
as the sensation grew stronger, she wanted his cock to be hard. Suddenly
filled with pity for the mighty organ that she remembered, she moved her
head down and kissed it lightly. It lurched more strongly and she thought
that it had grown a little. 
She kissed it again and then her tongue flicked out and grazed the tip.
This time it definitely grew larger and harder. Encouraged by her success,
she forgot her own pleasure and concentrated on bringing her sleeping
step-father to full erection. She heard him suck in his breath as her
tongue licked and teased the end of the rapidly hardening organ and she
looked up to see him watching her with a puzzled expression.
"What on earth are you doing Lucy?"
The question was unexpected and hardly needed an answer. She'd got so
carried away with what she was doing that she'd forgotten about the
possibility that he might wake up. She stammered in embarrassment.
"I was cold. I though that...."
"You thought that if you sucked my cock it would warm you up did you?"
"I only kissed it."
"And licked it?"
"Yes."
"And you were going to suck it, weren't you?"
"No, I wouldn't have done that."
"You can't leave it like that Lucy. What would your mother say?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"When I tell her that I woke to find you in my bed kissing my prick."
"No."
"Suck it then Lucy."
Her head lowered reluctantly to his penis. It was fully erect now and it
looked dangerous.
"Must I - couldn't I do anything else?"
"Like what?"
"You could fuck me. You'd like that."
"After all the whinging about me touching you. you're actually asking me
to fuck you. What's going on Lucy?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Of course not. I'm your step-father - and you're still a virgin. You are
still a virgin aren't you?"
She looked puzzled. Surely he knew, or had it all been a dream. 
"I don't know anymore. Just fuck me please. I want you to do it to me"
"Kiss my cock again"
She bent her head back to his erection and kissed the tip gently. It
jerked and she wondered at the power that her lips had over it. She licked
gently at the tip and her step-father's hips rose from the mattress to
meet her tongue.
"Suck it Lucy."
"No - I can't."
His hand was behind her head and his hips lifted again. His cock pressed
against her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him in. He moved the
swollen head of his cock in and out of her mouth for a moment or two and
Lucy was forced to swallow the saliva that his action generated. Her mouth
closed over his cock and he groaned as she sucked gently on the end.
"Harder Lucy - suck it harder."
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him and he began to fuck her mouth
with a steady motion. His hand pushed her head down until she had more
than half of him in her mouth. It was uncomfortable but she continued to
suck as hard as she could while he maintained the slow rhythm. His breath
came faster and she felt his hand pushing her further onto him. She tried
to tell him that it was hurting but the words were a meaningless mumble.
"That's it Lucy. Keep sucking - I'm nearly there. Don't stop when I come.
I want you to swallow it all."
She shook her head and mumbled no but it was too late. With a final thrust
that forced his spurting cock to the back of her throat he filled her
mouth with his sperm. Lucy choked and swallowed and choked again. She
tried to escape from the jetting liquid that filled her throat but he held
her head until he had finished and she had swallowed it all.
 He released his hold on her head and she rolled away still choking. 
She turned her back on him still hoping that he would put his cock where
it belonged but she knew that there was no chance of him being able to do
anything for a while. Just before she drifted back to sleep, she felt him
roll towards her and press himself against her.
She woke again and he was still there. His cock was hard and pushing into
the small of her back. She thought she should say something to let him
know that she was awake but before she could speak, she felt him move down
until he was pushing his erection against her bottom. She pushed back
against him and his cock slipped between her legs. She caught her breath
as he thrust into her and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. 
She came quickly but he hadn't finished yet and her orgasm hadn't time to
fade before it began to build again. The second time was better than the
first and he was still driving her towards her third orgasm when he
gripped her hips tightly and pulled her hard onto him. He thrust harder
and deeper as he began to climax and Lucy cried out loud as she felt her
own orgasm begin. She screamed as her climax peaked and he was still
thrusting and she was still coming. Then he was coming - filling her with
his sperm and she was still coming. She sobbed in ecstasy as wave after
wave of pleasure shook her body. She screamed for him to stop. The feeling
was too much. She couldn't breathe. He was still thrusting brutally into
her and she was still coming.
She screamed louder and opened her eyes. Her mother was standing by the
bed staring at her. Why was she staring at her? Why didn't she tell her
husband to stop ... to stop...what?
"Are you all right Lucy?" she said worriedly.  "I couldn't wake you."
"Where is he?"
"Who Lucy? There's no-one here."
Lucy stared blankly at her mother. There was something wrong. There were
several somethings wrong. For a start she was in her own bed and there was
no sign of her step-father. Her mother was in her night-dress and looked
as if she'd just woken. She clenched her thighs together in response to
the persistent throbbing between them. 
"There's no-one here," her mother repeated. "You must have been dreaming.
Do you feel all right? - you look dreadfully pale."
"I must have been dreaming," repeated Lucy. "Why did you wake me?"
"You were screaming - screaming at some-one to stop. It woke me up. What
were they doing to you?"
"I don't remember,"  lied Lucy. "When did you get home? I thought...."
Her mother looked puzzled. 
"Thought what?"
"I don't know. I'm still confused - the dream. Am I awake now mum? Is this
a dream as well?"
Her mother leaned over and placed a cool palm on her forehead.
"You're wide awake but you feel hot. Harry said you took some head-ache
pills before you went to bed. Are you feeling better now?"
"Just a head-ache," she muttered. "How's Gran?"
"Fine, she's got a cold but you know what she's like. I couldn't get away.
You were asleep when I got back."
"You didn't stay over then?"
"Why would I do that? It's only a cold - she'll be fine in a day or two.
Are you sure that you feel okay?"
Lucy laughed shakily. She felt far from okay. Her head hurt and her throat
was sore. 
"I don't feel like school. I think I'll stay in bed today."
"It wouldn't hurt to get some rest. You've probably got the same bug as
your Gran."
Lucy nodded and winced as pain shot through her head.
"I still have to work though so you'll be on your own this afternoon."
"Are you going in late then?"
"No such luck but Harry will be here. He's on lates this week. I'll ask
him to keep an eye on you."
Lucy groaned. She still felt ashamed that she had dreamed about him and
not her teacher. She was still worried that it might not have been a dream
at all. Either way, the prospect of a morning with her step-father was
almost enough to make it worth struggling into school.
"Don't be like that Lucy. I do wish that you'd try a bit harder with Harry
- he really is very fond of you"
Lucy smiled up at her mother. "I know he is mum," she said ambiguously.
If only her mother knew just how fond of her he really was. Lucy had
thought that she'd known but she was no longer as sure she had been. Just
how fond was he? Had he come into her room last night before her mother
got home? Had he been in her bed or more to the point, had he been inside
her? She still didn't know if anything had happened between them. Could
she have dreamed all of it?
"Well now I'm up I suppose I'd better get moving. Do you want the bathroom
before I start my bath?"
"No I'll wait till you've finished. I'd like a cup of tea if you're making
one though"
"I'll get Harry to bring it up. You will try to be nice to him today won't
you."
"I promise. I'll be so nice to him, he won't know what's hit him"
Lucy was surprised when her mother bent down and kissed her. She hadn't
done that for years. Maybe if she was really nice to her step-father, he'd
kiss her as well. 'Stop it Lucy - What's wrong with you? If nothing
happened last night, you're lucky. Don't think about it. Think of
something else. Think about Mr Clarke - think about Gary - think....'
Gary! She hadn't dreamed that. He'd raped her. Had she forgotten that
already? Why wasn't she upset? Last night had been understandable - she
was still in shock then. She should be over that by now, yet she still
felt nothing. Nothing but a vague resentment at being robbed of...of what?
Her virginity? No - She'd already let her English teacher have that and if
he hadn't got there first, and if Gary hadn't taken it, she'd even have
let her step-father have it - if it hadn't been a dream.
Her mind whirled with confusion. She was no longer sure what was real and
what wasn't. Her head hurt and she couldn't think about it now but she'd
have to sort things out soon. She'd go mad if she didn't.
She closed her eyes and ignored the tap at the door but it opened anyway.
She knew that it wasn't her mother - she could smell her step-father's
distinctive after shave. The scent of him was stronger with her eyes
closed and she was surprised that she'd never noticed until now that he
smelled good. She heard him close the door gently after him and the clink
of china as he carefully placed a cup by her bed-side.
"Are you awake Lucy?"
She kept her eyes closed. He'd go away if he thought she was asleep. She
couldn't face him this morning. He couldn't know that he'd been in her
dreams last night or what they had done together but he had a talent for
guessing her thoughts. She was sure that he would see something in her
face. She wouldn't be able to hide her guilt - and it was her guilt, not
his. In her dream, she'd been able to blame him for what he'd done but now
she knew that it had all happened in her mind. She almost betrayed her
pretence of sleep as she had the startling thought that maybe she
sub-consciously wanted him to ... to ... No! That wasn't possible. It was
a dream and she wasn't responsible for her dreams.
 She still owed him for his silence. He wouldn't have forgotten that she
came home without her panties. She'd been lucky last night but she knew
that payment had only been deferred. She wondered what form the payment
would take. What had he been about to do to her before the pills fell from
her pocket? 
She'd talk to him later. She'd be nice to him like she'd promised her
mother, but not yet. She wasn't ready yet. He was still there - she could
hear him breathing. What was he doing? She couldn't risk opening her eyes
to look but she could feel him staring at her.
"Lucy - wake up. Your tea's there on the side."
She breathed evenly and slowly. Couldn't he see that she was asleep? He
sat on the edge of the bed. Lucy didn't move when she felt the mattress
give under his weight. Her breathing was less even when his hand burrowed
under the quilt and she felt it touch her bare leg. She still gave no sign
that she was awake. His hand moved up her leg to her bottom and he held it
there for several seconds before she heard him sigh. He slowly withdrew
his hand and pulled the quilt back into place.
Was that it? Was that all he was going to do? As far as he knew she was
fast asleep so what had stopped him? He must know that he could do what he
liked as long as he didn't wake her - so why hadn't he?
She could still feel his weight on the bed next to her. He hadn't moved.
She could feel his eyes on her. Was he wishing that he'd had the courage
to do more than just touch her behind. She could still feel the imprint of
his hand on her skin. Why had he stopped? She imagined his hand moving
over her body and the thought made her skin prickle with anticipation.
Maybe he just needed the reassurance that she wouldn't wake up screaming
if he touched her. She didn't stop to wonder why she wanted him to but she
was in no doubt that she did.
She rolled onto her back and mumbled sleepily. Her arm caught the quilt,
as if by accident, and as she turned, the quilt slipped down far enough to
expose most of one breast. In the same fluid motion, she allowed her arm
to fall limply in his direction. The back of her hand came to rest on his
thigh. Another sleepy movement was enough to turn it palm down. She heard
his breathing deepen and she shifted restlessly to let the quilt slip
another inch.
"Lucy, are you awake?"
He touched her shoulder gently and repeated the question. Couldn't he see
that she was asleep? What did he need to be sure that she wasn't going to
wake up whatever he did? His fingers stroked her shoulder softly and he
whispered her name again but the tone had changed. He wasn't trying to
wake her now. 
She suppressed a shiver of expectation as his fingertips traced a path
down from her shoulder to the soft swell of her exposed breast. His light,
almost timid, caress reached her nipple and she allowed a sleepy murmur of
contentment to escape. She increased the pressure of her hand on his thigh
by a tiny fraction and she heard him catch his breath.
He gained confidence as his hand made free with her breast and she still
gave no sign that she was ready to wake. If he noticed her hand move up
his thigh a little as she stirred slightly, he wouldn't have been able to
tell that it was a calculated movement. His fingers toyed with her nipple
and he sighed his appreciation as the tiny bud hardened. 
Lucy moved her hand another imperceptible fraction but wasn't enough. It
would take hours at this rate to reach her goal. And what then? She hadn't
thought this through to its conclusion. All she had wanted when she
started was to tempt him - to make him want her. She had intended to open
her eyes the moment that he touched her but now she wanted to know how far
he would go if he thought that he could get away with it. She hadn't
worked out yet how far she was prepared to let him go or what she was
going to do when he'd gone far enough - wake up and shout at him? She
wasn't ready to wake up and shout yet - what he was doing felt good and
she was confident that she could manipulate him to do more.
She felt his free hand on hers - he held her hand and guided it slowly.
Her arm stayed limp and there was no resistance as he moved closer until
her hand was in his lap. She could feel the heat of him and she realised
with a start that he had nothing on under his dressing gown. Her hand
rested lightly on the towelling material and she felt his hardness
beneath. She moved her hand slightly and he jerked in response. 
He pulled his dressing gown open carefully and her hand was resting on his
naked flesh. He gave a strangled groan as her limp fingers grazed his
erect penis and Lucy couldn't suppress a low murmur of satisfaction. She
felt the quilt slide slowly down her body. His hand left her breast and
followed the path that the descending quilt revealed. She tensed as his
hand neared the heated junction of her thighs and she allowed her fingers
to curl around his rigid shaft. The deliberate movement made him more
cautious. He paused and whispered softly.
"Lucy, are you awake?"
"Mmmmm."
She squeezed his penis gently and sighed sleepily. She could tell that he
wasn't sure but his hand was over her sex mound now, cupping it and
pressing into her. His finger lay along the length of her slit and she
shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. She squeezed him again and
slid her fist slowly down the length of him and up again.
"Lucy.."
"Mmmmm."
"You're awake aren't you? 
"Mmmmmm."
"How long have you been awake?
"Ages - don't stop. Do that harder."
His hand obeyed - he'd gone too far to back out now but she could hear the
doubt and suspicion in his voice.
"Why didn't you say you were awake?"
Her grip tightened and she moved her fist a bit more with each stroke. Her
thumb slipped back and forth on the tip.
"You would have stopped if you'd known."
"I'd never have started."
"Mmmm - I know. Ooooh! yes, do that. Ohh that's nice. Are you sorry you
started?"
"If your mother knew..."
"...I'm not going to tell her - are you?"
"No."
"Do it properly then - put your finger in me."
She felt his finger slide obediently into her and she gasped for breath.
"Ohh yes! Do that - don't stop."
She moved her hand a little faster and he inhaled sharply. She wasn't sure
how far she could push him yet but she was about to find out. She stopped
the motion of her hand and held his penis loosely while she grazed her
thumb tantalisingly across the top. He groaned in disappointment and tried
to thrust his penis into her fist. Her lips curled in amusement as she
watched him through half closed eyes. She allowed him to fuck her half
clenched hand but she did nothing to help him. He thrust into her fist
with a hopeless urgency that told her he was almost ready.
She gave his penis one long slow stroke and he sighed, first with relief
and then with frustration when she stopped again. His finger was inside
her as far as it would go - she could feel his knuckles pressed against
her. He moved his finger urgently in an effort to persuade her to continue
but she pretended not to notice. He had to understand that she was in
control and she would decide what they did and when. 
She wet her lips with a languid show of the tip of her tongue. His eyes
followed the sensuous movement avidly. Her grip on his penis tightened and
she resumed the steady movement of her hand until she judged him ready. 
"Aren't you going to fuck me then?"
"You're crazy - your mother's in the bathroom."
"So what? She'll be ages yet."
"Suppose she walked in on us?"
"Is that all that's stopping you?"
"It's enough to go on with. What we're doing is bad enough."
"I'll stop then - do you want me to?"
"No - don't stop."
She smiled innocently and tightened her vaginal muscles on his finger. 
"Are you sure that you don't want to fuck me?"
"Of course I want to - but your mother..."
"You're afraid aren't you? Afraid to do what you've always wanted - to
fuck me."
"Wait till she's gone to work - we'll have all morning."
She shook her head petulantly.
"I'll have gone off the idea by then. You might never get the chance to
put your cock inside my tight little pussy again."
Her tongue tip flicked suggestively across her wet lips and she glanced up
through half closed eyes.
"Shall I suck it for you then? Would you like to put your cock in my mouth
and feel me lick the tip of it?"
"Lucy - don't tease me. Just wait - she'll be gone to work soon."
She pouted and wriggled her hips, pushing herself harder onto his finger.
"Don't you want to fuck my mouth then? Watch me swallow all of your spunk
as you come in my mouth?"
He groaned in frustrated despair and shook his head.
"We can't - not now."
She grinned impishly and gazed up at him with wide innocent eyes.
"I'll just lick the end of it for you then, shall I?"
She didn't wait for an answer this time. She slid her body round slowly so
that his finger wouldn't slip out of her. When her face was level with his
penis she drew the foreskin down slowly and her tongue licked lazily
across the sensitive tip. He groaned loudly and thrust forward. Lucy moved
back just enough to maintain contact between his prick and her tongue. He
tried to pull her head onto him but she closed her mouth and shook her
head.
"Not yet."
He groaned her name in an agonised plea and tried again. He thrust against
her lips but she pulled away.
"Make me come," she commanded. "Make me come first and then I'll suck your
cock and let you come in my mouth."
Her breath was hot on him. She licked him again and he gasped as he began
to slowly ease his finger in and out of her.
"Use two fingers. Ohh yes - like that. Do it faster - don't stop till I
come."
She didn't wait for her climax. Her hand still masturbated him smoothly as
she opened her mouth and lowered her head onto him. She closed her soft
lips around his cock and sucked gently on the end. His fingers increased
their momentum and Lucy felt the slow throb that signalled the beginnings
of her orgasm. She dipped her head and sucked more of him into her mouth.
She slipped her hand down to cradle his testicles and ran her nails
delicately over the sensitive skin. His hips rose and fell and her head
bobbed up and down to match the tempo. Her cheeks ached with the suction
but she couldn't relax - she was nearly there. Then the motion of his
fingers took her to the edge and over. She shuddered soundlessly as her
climax hit her but she didn't pause in what she was doing.
He held her head and pulled her onto him and she allowed him to. The
brutal thrusting of his engorged penis pressed her tongue to the bottom of
her mouth. Its teasing motion was redundant now as he fucked her mouth
furiously. She sucked fervently at him and scratched the wrinkled skin of
his scrotum with her finger nails. She felt his cock twitch against her
tongue and she knew his orgasm was imminent. She stared steadily up at him
with wide open eyes and readied herself to swallow his sperm. 
Then she let her small sharp teeth graze the bulbous tip of his cock and
he came in a rush of salty sweet liquid that filled her mouth. There was
more than she'd expected but she showed no sign of surprise as her green
eyes gazed innocently into his. She swallowed his sperm smoothly as he
continued to come and her gaze didn't falter once as she accepted each
fresh burst of his copious outpouring without any sign that anything was
happening inside her mouth. 
When he'd finished she sucked and licked at him until he was clean. She
kissed the end of his prick and then his mouth. Her tongue slid between
his lips - just to prove that her mouth was empty and dry.
Still breathless, his mouth dropped open in astonishment as she winked
saucily at him. 
"I don't think I'll need any breakfast this morning."
Lucy heard the telephone ring at the same moment that she heard the
bathroom door open. Her mother's footsteps scurried down the stairs and
she grinned at her step-father.
"You see - you could have fucked me."
"Later then - there'll be time later."
She gave him an icy glare. "I told you that I probably won't be in the
mood later"
His voice was almost pleading. "But you might"
She tossed her head wilfully.
"Not very likely but we'll see. Just as long as you understand that from
now on you are not allowed to even touch me unless I say that you can.
Don't get the idea that you've got any rights where I'm concerned."
The expression on his face betrayed his astonishment at her calm
authority. He shook his head in bewilderment as he left the room. Lucy was
equally puzzled by her behaviour. Her dream experience seemed to have
changed something. Last night she'd been frightened and angry when he'd
touched her, but this morning she felt as if she was a different person.
She knew that she should be feeling ashamed and guilty at what she'd done
but all she felt was satisfied.
At least she knew how far she could push him now but she wasn't sure
whether she wanted to repeat the experiment. He hadn't fucked her but he'd
wanted to and that was all that mattered. He'd wanted her so badly that
she'd been able to smell his craving for her. She knew that he wouldn't be
able to think of anything else but fucking her now. Every time that he saw
her, he would want her and as long as he wanted her, he would do anything
that she asked him to.
She stopped to wonder again at the change in her. Two days ago she had
been a shy little virgin who was afraid that if she went out with a boy he
would try to touch her breasts but now she was... What was she? What kind
of girl seduced her step-father less than twelve hours after she'd been
raped? What kind of girl seduced her step-father anyway? She knew the
answer - the same sort of girl who would masturbate her English teacher in
a car park - but she was afraid to say the word. 
The voice in her mind obliged with a silent thought. "You're a tart Lucy.
A cheap little tart." 
 Her mother's voice drifted up the stairs.
"It's for you Lucy - shall I say you'll call back when you feel better?"
"No, I'll come down. It might be important."
She grabbed her dressing gown from the back of the door and pulled it
round her as she hurried down the stairs. She'd hoped that the call would
be from Trish or Allie but she was disappointed. The voice was breathless
and sounded worried and she recognised it as Gary's immediately. She made
sure that the doors from the hallway were closed before she spoke. She had
no fear of Gary now - just contempt and she made no effort to disguise the
derision in her voice.
"What do you want creep? You've got a bloody nerve ringing me"
"I wouldn't if it wasn't important"
"Important to you maybe. I can't think of anything about you that would be
important to me."

To be continued

The Englishman.

About 5 - 6 parts left to go.
Now would be a good time ( borrowed that ) 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
