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Subject: And Three Were Foolish Pt 5  by The Englishman
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This is the fifth 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're just looking for the
sex, you've arrived in the middle - that might make it difficult to follow
the story.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman


Part 5

Their boiling juices mingled, building their mutual ecstasy to a rushing
crescendo of frantic anticipation as with a final thrust his prick
exploded its scalding load into her eagerly waiting womb. As the hot
liquid spurted and splashed inside her, Trish gave a final elated scream
and her slender body convulsed into a shuddering orgasm. 
She came again as her inexperienced pussy clasped the instrument of its
education and milked it dry before her abandoned hips slowed and stopped. 
His semi hard prick slipped from her ravaged cunt and lay wetly along her
slender thigh as she lay exhausted in his arms. She did nothing to resist
as he kissed her slender neck and licked and nibbled at her ear lobes. 
She was conscious of his hand on her breast but she no longer had the
energy to protest. It would seem a bit pointless anyway after what they'd
just done - even if he had forced her to do it. Exhausted from her
struggles she fought against the post orgasmic tiredness that engulfed her
body and mind but her eyes refused to stay open and she finally slept.
She had neither the energy nor the will to fight him when she half woke to
find him on top of her again. She closed her eyes and feigned sleep as she
tacitly allowed him to part her legs and resigned herself to what was
going to happen. She offered no resistance when he began to penetrate her.
There was no pain when he entered her this time, but she felt no pleasure
either. 
She lay still and passively accepted the moving hardness inside her. He
fucked her silently and when he had finished, he rolled away from her
inert form without saying a word. She slept again and when she awoke he
was gone. 
There was a brief note scrawled on a scrap of paper beside her on the
pillow and the puppy had wet on the kitchen floor. She cleaned up the mess
without bothering to scold the puppy. She couldn't bring herself to stroke
it and the puzzled animal followed her, whining plaintively, into the
living room. 
She collapsed into the settee and cried until her throat ached. She hated
herself for allowing him to win, and she hated him for what he had done to
her. She hated all men because none of them were any different under the
surface. They were all animals and they used and abused everything that
they touched.
She ran a bath and scrubbed her body but she knew that she could never
scrub herself inside where she felt the dirtiest. Hours later she
remembered the note that her attacker had left. She read the words through
a blur of tears and screamed in rage as she tore the paper to shreds. She
whispered the words to herself and they echoed in her mind.

Trish was suddenly conscious of Trish and Allie on either side of her. She
was aware of the tears on her face and her friends' arms around her. Lucy
kissed her cheek and calmed her down."If only we'd known Trish."
"Well it's not the sort of thing you tell everyone is it?"
"We're not everyone - we're your friends. We might have been able to
help."said Allie.
"It's not that easy - telling people I mean,"said Lucy."You feel ashamed,
as if it's all your fault that it happened."
Allie looked thoughtful,"What did the note say Trish?"
Trish shuddered and stared blankly at her. 
"Not much - just two words - that's all. The bastard! He wrote 'First
instalment' that's all."
"What does that mean?"
"What do you think? It means he'll be back for more."
"No wonder you hate men. It must have been terrible"said Allie"You're so
brave Trish."
"Oh sure! Look at me blubbing like a baby."
"That doesn't mean you aren't brave,"said Lucy,"it's just reaction.
Talking about it meant reliving what happened . You're bound to be upset."
"Is that how you felt then?"sniffed Trish.
"Not really, but it was different for me. It wasn't a stranger."
	Allie looked as surprised as Trish and they both spoke at
once."Who was it? Someone we know?"
"Oh yes, you know him all right. Give me a drink and tell you what
happened."
	Lucy finished what was left in the second bottle in one mouthful.
She surprised Trish with another kiss on the cheek and Trish smiled weakly
at her. 
"I'm all right now - it was just remembering it that got to me."
	Lucy grinned at her,"I know - the first kiss was for you but I
enjoyed it, so that one was for me."
	Trish blushed and put a hand to the spot where Lucy had kissed
her. It still tingled. She wasn't ready to admit it to Lucy with Allie
listening, but she'd enjoyed it as well. 
"You'd better tell us what happened before you two start a full scale
snogging session,"said Allie, demonstrating a perception that her friends
had not suspected she had.
	Emboldened by the wine, Lucy said,"I didn't mean to make you
jealous Allie."She leaned over and placed a kiss full on Allie's lips. The
younger girl squirmed free and rubbed her lips with the back of her hand.
She sat stunned and scarlet faced for a moment until she had got over the
shock. She didn't want her friends to think that she was less
sophisticated than them and so she forced a shaky grin to her burning
lips.
"This could turn into an orgy if Lucy has any more wine. I think you'd
better keep that last bottle away from her Trish."
	Trish stared hard at Lucy as if she was trying to read her
thoughts and then passed her the bottle with a deliberate smile.
"I don't know about making Allie jealous - how come I only get a kiss on
the cheek?"
	Lucy put the bottle of wine down without drinking any of it. She
turned her face to Trish and pressed her mouth to hers. She felt Trish
tremble and, without thinking about it, she slid her tongue gently over
Trish's parted lips. Her friend offered no resistance and Lucy slowly slid
her tongue between Trish's lips and into her mouth. Trish's tongue met
hers briefly and then they broke apart. Allie was aware of the kiss but
she was too embarrassed to notice how much further it had gone - she was
impatient to hear Lucy's story and to tell her own.
"If you two could save your lovemaking till later - I want to hear about
what happened to Lucy."
	Trish took a long drink from the bottle. Her eyes were fixed on
Lucy's while she drank. Then, with a slow deliberate action, she kissed
the opening at the neck of the bottle and passed it to Lucy. Before she
drank, Lucy returned Trish's gaze and the tip of her tongue traced where
her friend's lips had been. 
	Allie sighed impatiently,"Come on Lucy, tell us what happened with
Ollie. Did you go out with him?"
"Of course I did - and you were right. Hands everywhere and not much
else."
"So did you let him?"
"I didn't mind him touching my tits but I wouldn't let him go any further
than that."
"So what happened then? Is that when you got raped?"asked Allie eagerly.
"No, just be patient will you. He just got the hump and stormed off. The
thing is you were right about Mr Clarke as well Trish. Did he try anything
on with you?"
"He tried but he didn't get anywhere. That's why I had so many detentions
- the dirty sod wouldn't take no for an answer."
"I know what you mean - I got a detention for day dreaming in class.
Remember the other week when it bucketed with rain...."
								
	Chapter 5	
	Five more minutes and school would be over for the day. Lucy
stared out of the window and watched the rain cascading across the
playground.
	English was her favourite subject and Mr. Clarke was her favourite
teacher but the day was nearly over and she'd lost interest in the
intricacies of Othello's love life. She was planning her evening and her
plans didn't include Shakespeare.
	It had been a week since she'd heard from Trish, and Allie seemed
to be busy every evening. They'd planned to meet tomorrow but she couldn't
wait till then. She'd have to phone and find out how Trish's interviews
had gone. The strident voice of her English teacher jerked her back to
reality.
"Lucy! You're not paying attention. I don't think your work is good enough
that you can afford to ignore the lesson. See me in my study after school.
Perhaps you'll be able to concentrate better in your own time."
	At that moment the final bell rang and Lucy cursed her bad timing.
Another minute or two and she would have been going home and now her plans
for the evening were ruined. She hoped that Mr Clarke wouldn't keep her
behind for long - she was having enough problems with her step-father
without having to tell him that she'd had detention.
	She wondered if she'd get away with saying that she'd had to
shelter from the rain. The weather had been fine and dry when she left
home that morning and she hadn't bothered with a coat. She looked out at
water streaming down the windows and realised that her step-father would
never believe her because it looked as if she was going to get wet anyway.
	Mr. Clarke's study was on the other side of the school and she was
going to have to walk across the playground in the rain to get there. She
waited at her desk till the other pupils had left, in the hope that the
down pour would stop but she was out of luck again. Five paces into the
playground and the rain began to beat down with renewed ferocity as though
it had only been waiting for her to step outside.
	She arrived at her teacher's study soaked and shivering. Her long
blond hair hung in lank tendrils about her face and her blouse and skirt
were sticking to her slim body like a second skin. Her teacher had managed
to stay dry somehow, which added to Lucy's misery as she stood before him
with her drenched clothes dripping water onto the carpet.
	He took a towel from his desk and casually tossed it to her.
"You're soaked through. You'd better get those wet clothes off."
	Lucy looked quizzically at her teacher,"Sir?"
"What's the matter? Do you want to catch your death of cold?"
	The youngster looked bewildered,"No sir, but I've got nothing to
change into."
"Put the towel around you until your clothes are dry and hurry it up,
you're dripping water everywhere."
"I can't undress in front of you. I'd rather go home and change."
	Her teacher sighed impatiently,"I'm sure you would, but in case
you've forgotten, you're on detention."
	Lucy hadn't forgotten. She was still wondering how to tell her
parents about it. She shivered - as much from nervousness as the cold,"I
could do the detention tomorrow Sir, it's not my fault that I'm wet."
"It's your fault that you're on detention, anyway tomorrow is inconvenient
for me. It has to be this evening. Now get out of those wet clothes and
put the towel round you. I'll light the fire and you can sit by it to keep
warm while your things dry."
	Lucy's heart raced as she realised that her teacher was serious.
He actually expected her to undress with him in the room. The youngster
felt torn between the discipline that said she must obey her teacher and
her instinct to preserve her modesty. He obviously meant what he said but
she couldn't take her clothes off in front of him. 
"Is there somewhere that I could change sir?"
	He gave her a withering glance,"What's wrong with here?"
"I could go to the toilets and change", she suggested desperately.
"And run back here with just a towel around you? I don't think so."
	The trembling youngster made a final plea,"Please Sir, could you
leave the room while I undress sir?"
"Are you suggesting that I'd want to look at your body child? That's a
very serious accusation."
"No sir, I don't think that. It's just that I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, I'm not even looking at you. Now, do as I tell you unless
you want detention for the rest of the term."
	Lucy's green eyes widened as she stared back at him in
astonishment. Then she remembered - Mr. Clarke had kept Trish in detention
for weeks on end. He obviously meant what he said. Her voice sounded more
defiant than she felt.
"You can't keep me in for not undressing sir."
	Her teacher picked up a thin cane from the desk top and flexed it
casually."I can keep you in for disobeying me and I can do even worse for
insolence."
	He slapped the cane into the palm of his hand with a loud crack
and turned away to study the book shelves as though the matter was closed.
Lucy felt a cold chill of fear at the casual threat of violence. The
frightened youngster hesitated for a moment. There was no telling how real
her teacher's threat was but she decided that it would be safer to obey
him than to risk the alternative. 
	His back was to her as he bent to light the gas fire and he showed
no sign of turning round. Lucy hurriedly stripped off her skirt and blouse
and grabbed the towel. She struggled to cover herself, but what he had
given her was little bigger than a hand towel. It was obviously too small
to conceal her bust and her thighs. 
	While her teacher hung her clothes over a chair, She looked around
for something larger to cover herself but there was nothing in the room.
The young girl stood self consciously for several minutes and began to
fidget nervously as her teacher fussed with her wet clothes. He smoothed
and flattened each garment as he spread it over the chair. There was only
a skirt and blouse but he seemed to be taking his time over the job.
"Don't you wear pants Lucy?"
"Yes sir, of course I do."
"And a bra?"
"Yes sir?"
"They don't seem to be here. Are you still wearing them?"
"Y-yes, of course I am sir."
"Take them off then. You can't sit around in wet clothes."
	Lucy trembled violently. She already felt naked and vulnerable
without her skirt or blouse. Surely he didn't expect her to take her bra
and panties off as well. He raised his head and stared at her with an air
of expectation.
"I don't need to take them off sir. I'm sure they'll dry all right while
I'm wearing them."
"Of course they won't Lucy. Please stop behaving like a silly child and
take them off."
	Lucy set her mouth obstinately and pulled the scrap of towel more
tightly round her shivering frame. She had no intention of stripping naked
in front of anybody and she was ready to argue the point. 
	Her teacher crossed the room purposefully and for a moment Lucy
panicked as she thought that he intended to strip her himself. She
clutched the towel more tightly and backed away but her teacher went
straight to his desk and picked up the cane.
	Lucy's eye's opened wide in horrified amazement as he gripped the
end of the cane and flexed it experimentally. It took several seconds for
the young girl to appreciate the real enormity of her situation. 
	Her teacher obviously intended to threaten her with a beating
unless she took everything off. He surely couldn't be serious. The anxious
youngster decided to call his bluff. He could say what he liked but she
was not going to take her bra and pants off. She wished that she had gone
home to get dry instead of meekly doing as he had ordered, but it was too
late now. She stood in silent defiance and waited for him to back down. 
	Her teacher was equally silent. His face was grim and his lips set
tightly as he silently raised the cane. Lucy still did not believe that he
would really strike her until she heard the whistle of the thin cane and
felt the stinging lash as it smacked her bare thigh. She screamed in pain
and surprise but the cane was already lashing out at her other leg. The
blow landed and she squealed again. A thin red stripe appeared on the
fleshy top of each leg and she desperately hopped backwards to avoid the
next blow.
"You can't do this. It's not allowed, I'll report you to the authorities."
	She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on
both legs, just below her buttocks and this time the burning pain brought
tears to her eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Trish.
She'd had plenty of detentions but she'd never mentioned being caned. Now
that Lucy thought about it, she realised that Trish had never really
discussed her detentions at all. Was this the reason for her secrecy? Had
Mr Clarke done the same things to her?
"You're in no position to tell me what I can do Lucy, and it will be your
word against mine if you report it. The marks will have faded before you
get home. Now get those wet things off before I give you a real caning."
	The tearful youngster was too frightened to reply. She was sure
that if she said anything at all, he would hit her again. Hot salt tears
streamed down her cheeks as she turned her back on her teacher and removed
her bra. She dropped it to the floor and struggled to peel off her wet
panties with one hand while she clutched the towel around her with the
other. 
	Her teacher picked up the flimsy garments in silence and sat down
at his desk. To Lucy's surprise, he ignored her as studied the flimsy damp
scraps of material in his hand. She waited silently, expecting him to hang
her underwear with the rest of her clothes but he appeared to be absorbed
in his thoughts. It was as if he had forgotten she was in the room.
	Too embarrassed to speak, she coughed nervously and hoped he would
notice her. He looked up and stared at her as if he was surprised to find
a near naked girl in the room. 
"Yes? What is it?"
	She pointed to her underwear,"My things - aren't you going to hang
them up to dry sir?"
	He looked down at his hand,"Ah yes, Sit down then Lucy."
	He indicated an old armchair opposite his desk and, still
struggling to preserve her modesty, Lucy sank into it. The sagging springs
gave no support to her weight and she slumped into an almost horizontal
position that allowed her teacher to see to the top of her legs and
beyond.
	She hastily crossed her legs and frowned in bewilderment. He'd
said that he wasn't interested in her body but his gaze was focused
intently between her bare thighs. She noticed that he was still holding
her panties and bra, turning them in his hand and manipulating them
between his fingers. Her legs still smarted but the pain was fading and a
warm pulse was spreading through her thighs.
	The bizarre situation was more frightening and confusing because
it was so unexpected. She had always liked her English teacher - in fact,
like most of the girls in her year, she'd fantasised about him. Her
fantasies had never included pain and humiliation. They had mostly been
romantic situations based on what she'd read in magazines. This was real
and she was no longer sure that she even liked her teacher. She had always
been a good student and had thought that Mr Clarke liked her, but now
everything seemed to have turned upside down.
	He'd beaten her and forced her to undress. Now she was alone and
naked in the man's room and he was in complete control of her fate. She
chided herself for letting her imagination get the better of her. So he'd
hit her. Plenty of pupils got caned didn't they? Not many of them sat in
their teacher's study without their clothes on though. To be fair, it
wasn't his fault that she'd got wet. Maybe he really was thinking of her
welfare when he insisted that she strip totally. Of course there was no
more to it than that. He was her teacher and, even if he was quite good
looking, he was almost old enough to be her father. As if he would be
interested in a seventeen year old girl who had next to no experience of
boys let alone men.
	She fretted nervously as her teacher continued to stare silently
at her semi-naked legs. It was becoming more difficult to convince herself
that he had no interest in her body. He shifted his gaze to where the
inadequate towel barely covered her firm breasts and cleared his throat. 
"I'm sorry if I hurt you Lucy, but you must see that I can't allow a
student to defy me."
"Yes sir."she said sullenly.
"I don't expect you like me much at the moment but I'm as upset as you
about it."
Lucy doubted that but decided to say nothing. Her thighs were still
throbbing with ... what?... It wasn't pain now. It was a pulsing warm glow
that made her think about Gary for some reason.
"If you're wondering why I kept you behind Lucy, it's because your work
has been slipping, and I want to know why."
"There's no reason Sir. I didn't realise that I was behind."
The teacher got up and paced slowly around her chair. 
"Is something worrying you? Boy trouble perhaps?"
"I haven't got time to think about boys. My step-father says there's
plenty of time for that after my exams."
"And what do you say?"
"I suppose he's right. My school work should come first."
"That's true but all work and no play sounds unhealthy to me. You're
seventeen now aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
Most girls of your age think about boys and sex all the time and I doubt
whether you're any different especially if you haven't got a boyfriend. No
wonder your work is slipping."
"I don't think about it at all,"she lied and hoped that he couldn't see
her flush as she said it.
"What? When there's a dozen boys from St Marks hanging about by the school
gates every afternoon. Are you expecting me to believe that you can walk
past those boys and not even think about sex for a moment?"
"It's embarrassing walking past them sir. They call out after us and say
the most obscene things."
	He smiled understandingly,"I know, I have to chase them away most
days. A few of them are quite persistent like dogs waiting for a bitch in
heat."
	Lucy blushed to roots of her blond hair this time. Despite the
crudity of her teacher's words, she knew exactly what a bitch in heat felt
like. The boys remarks were crude and obscene and she always pretended to
ignore them but she couldn't ignore the thrill of excitement that their
words ignited in her. She'd seen her teacher talking to the boys, Gary
among them, and threatening to see their headmaster if they came back. His
threats never stopped the hard core of dedicated studs ones - like Gary.
"It's quite natural to think about sex at your age you know. You're an
attractive girl Lucy - haven't you ever been out with a boy?"
	Lucy blushed at the direct question and fidgeted uneasily under
her teacher's gaze. He was definitely staring at her breasts, and she was
very conscious that her nipples were still hard from the cold rain. She
was sure that he could see them jut out through the towel. Why was he so
interested in her sex life, or lack of it, anyway? It was true, she
certainly did think about boys a lot, and her lack of practical experience
didn't stop her from thinking and wondering about sex - especially after
her date with Gary. She wasn't about to admit that to her teacher though.
"I'm not really interested in boys sir."
	The teacher continued to circle her chair and Lucy was forced to
swivel back and forth to keep him in sight. The movement of her body made
it difficult to keep the towel in position and it constantly slipped,
exposing teasing glimpses of her naked torso.
	He shook his head in disbelief,"Don't you like boys Lucy?"
"Of course I do. I mean yes Sir. At least I suppose I do, but they don't
seem to like me much."
"Why not? You've got a bright personality and you're certainly pretty
enough."
	Lucy flushed self consciously. She wasn't used to personal
compliments from older men, especially teachers, and she wasn't sure what
she should say. She decided to ignore the compliment.
"I suppose they prefer girls who let them.... You know ...."
The teacher stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the confused
youngster.
"Let them what? What are you talking about girl?"
"Kissing and touching and things like that Sir."
"Your English is certainly slipping if you can't explain better than that
girl. What do you mean by things like that?"
	Lucy blushed with embarrassment. How could she explain the clumsy
fumbling of vulgar schoolboys when she barely understood it herself? The
whole subject was embarrassing and why would her teacher want to know
anyway. He wasn't interested in her problems. He'd just hit her hadn't he?

"I'd really rather not talk about it sir."
	His hand moved towards her face. Lucy flinched, but he put his
finger gently under her chin and tilted her head up till her eyes met his.
She was surprised to see concern in his face.
"I'm not going to hurt you Lucy. I wouldn't bother talking to you about
this if I didn't care about you."
	Lucy felt suddenly guilty. Her step-father didn't care about her,
except to touch her when her mum wasn't around. Her mum didn't care that
much either or she'd never have married the perverted pig. Her teacher was
the only adult who had taken an interest in her problems. Maybe he really
did care about her. The trouble was that her step-father's behaviour had
made her suspicious of all men. Maybe her teacher was different. Maybe
Trish had been wrong about him after all.
"It's a bit embarrassing talking to you about it sir."
"There's no need to feel embarrassed with me Lucy, I've heard it all in my
time. I do understand how you feel though. You don't have to tell me if
you don't want to."
"It's all right. I trust you sir."
"Have any boys tried to touch you?"
	She hesitated but she knew that she didn't dare to say anything
about her step-father."No Sir, I wouldn't allow that."
	Lucy thought back to the only boy she had been out with. Trish and
Allie had been right about Gary. He'd spent half the evening clumsily
trying to get his hand inside her blouse and the other half trying to get
his hand into her panties. He'd almost succeeded too - and what was worse,
she had wanted him to succeed, except that each time he'd touched her,
she'd been reminded of her step-father. The date had been a total disaster
except that, whenever she though about it now, a strange tingling feeling
crept through her thighs and tummy. How was she supposed to tell Mr.
Clarke that? 
"I can't believe that no boys have touched you at all. They must have
tried, a pretty girl like you."
	She blushed,"Yes Sir. One did touch me, on the bust."
"Breast Lucy, the word is breast. I thought you liked English."
"Yes Sir I do. It's my favourite subject."
	Her teacher smiled cynically."I wouldn't expect you to say that
you hated it. So he touched your breast did he?"
	Lucy squirmed uncomfortably. Her teacher was still holding her
underwear and she was sure that he was staring at her breasts while they
were discussing them. Her erect nipples refused to subside. The more her
teacher talked about her breasts the harder her nipples grew. She didn't
want to discuss Gary with him - he'd think that she was just another bitch
in heat. Besides, she hadn't even told Trish or Allie yet about her date
with Gary.
"Do you think my clothes will be dry yet Sir?"
"Why? Are you feeling cold?"
"Yes sir, this towel is too small and I'd feel better with my clothes on."
	He ignored her and took a bottle from the shelf and filled two
glasses."Here drink this, it'll warm you up a bit."
	Lucy looked at the glass of amber liquid suspiciously. 
"What is it sir? It's not alcoholic is it?"
"It's medicinal. Drink it up, it won't hurt you."

To be continued

The Englishman

