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Subject: And Three Were Foolish Pt6 by the Englishman
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This is the sixth 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 found - but without the preceding parts it might be difficult
to follow the story.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman


Part 6


He handed the glass to Lucy and as she reached for it the towel slipped
exposing her firm breasts to his gaze. She snatched the towel back to
cover herself and almost dropped the glass. She scrambled to balance the
glass and pulled the towel up too far. Her teacher was treated to an
unrestricted view of her slim thighs and the barely concealed swell of her
sex. He smiled tolerantly as Lucy blushed in confusion.
"I can see why boys try to touch your breasts. They aren't very big yet
but they're well shaped and they look very firm."
Lucy blushed more deeply. She was confused by the constant shifting of the
conversation to intimate matters that were none of his business. She
gulped at her drink and almost choked as the whisky burned her throat. It
tasted terrible to her untutored palate but as the alcohol warmed her
stomach, the glow spread like a gentle caress into her breasts and thighs.
"You're meant to sip it. You really are a strange child. Don't you like
compliments then?"
"I don't mind compliments but it feels strange from you. I mean - what you
said was very personal and you are my teacher."
"I'm also a man Lucy. And I'm talking as a man who thinks that you're very
attractive. Firm shapely breasts, slim waist and I can't pretend that I
didn't see those long legs and lovely thighs."
Lucy felt the heat of blood as it rushed to her face. She also felt
something else that she couldn't define. Each time he mentioned her
breasts they tingled as if in response to his attention. She was flattered
by the older man's attention but she felt uneasy about the way he was
talking. Surely her teacher shouldn't say things like this to her.
"You really are very beautiful Lucy. I just can't understand why you're
ashamed of such a perfect body."
She couldn't understand why he kept talking about her body, especially as
he seemed to regard her as little more than a kid. She sipped her scotch
and, as the fiery spirit coursed through her veins it intensified the
heated sensation in her breasts and thighs. The alcohol was also making
her feel more relaxed and confident. She made up her mind that she
wouldn't allow her teacher to intimidate her."I'm not ashamed of my body
Sir, I'm just not used to discussing it with my English Teacher."
"Of course you're ashamed. You say bust instead of breast and you've
probably got some baby word for your vagina as well."
Lucy was uncomfortably aware of the growing sensation in her breasts. Her
nipples stiffened and chaffed against the rough towel as her teacher
taunted her. When he mentioned her vagina she felt it trigger a warm
dampness between her legs. 
She bit her lower lip as she tried to hide her embarrassment behind an air
of defiance."I'm not ashamed of anything."
"Not even boys who feel your breasts?"
"It's not my fault what boys want to do, I've done nothing to be ashamed
of."
Lucy knew it was a lie. Even now, her breasts throbbed urgently with an
urgent desire to be touched and she felt her face flush hot with shame. If
he would just stop talking about them she could stop thinking about them
and the feeling might stop. She gulped more scotch to cover her
embarrassment but it only fuelled the unwanted arousal. Her nipples were
aching and so hard that her teacher couldn't fail to notice their excited
condition. 
She was surprised when he apologised in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry if I upset you. Of course you've got nothing to be ashamed of -
in fact you should be proud of your body."
He smiled reassuringly and Lucy forgot her embarrassment. Maybe he wasn't
such an ogre after all. He did have a nice smile when he forgot about
being a teacher. It was easy to see why so many of the girls had a crush
on him. If she kept him sweet he might even let her go early. She smiled
back cautiously and decided that he'd like her more if she tried to be
more adult. 
He must have thought that she was immature and childish to be shocked by
what was evidently normal adult conversation. Whatever he said, she vowed
silently to be pleasant and polite to him. 
"I'm sorry too, for being over sensitive,"she said impulsively.
He smiled broadly,"That's all right it was my fault for badgering you."
He paused and looked directly into the youngster's wide green eyes.
"Tell me one thing though, what word do you use for your vagina?"
Her heart jolted at the sudden switch of mood and she pressed her thighs
together tightly in an attempt to stem the warm moisture that seeped from
her awakened vagina. She didn't want him to see that he had shocked her
but more importantly, she couldn't let him see how his words were arousing
her.
"If I have to talk about it, I use the same word as you," replied the
youngster trying to ignore the nervous thudding of her heart.
"Say it then, don't be embarrassed about a word."
Lucy hoped that he would be satisfied if she obeyed. Uncomfortably aware
of the pulsing heat and moisture between her legs, she lowered her head
and mumbled the word softly. 
"I didn't hear that, did you say vagina, Lucy?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, done. You see it's not hard is it?"
"No sir."
Her teacher leaned back nonchalantly and smiled encouragingly at her."Of
course vagina is Latin - sounds very medical. I'd rather use the English
word, wouldn't you?"
Lucy must have looked as confused as she felt.
"You do know the English word, I assume?"
"I don't know what you mean sir."
"The correct word is cunt. Do you ever say cunt Lucy?"
 Lucy blushed scarlet at his casual use of what she considered an
obscenity."No Sir, I couldn't."
"Nonsense! It's only a word. Half of the population has a cunt you know.
You've got one haven't you?"
Lucy sat in silence. She was too embarrassed to answer him. The insistent
spasms of her vaginal muscles made her only too aware that she had a cunt.
She was also aware of her teacher's eyes gazing at the barely concealed
junction of her thighs as if he was reassuring himself that she did indeed
have a cunt.
Her pulse raced as she imagined that he might be able to see through the
towel. She had the irrational idea that somehow he might detect how wet
she was down there. Her pulse between her thighs seemed to throb as though
it was aware of the older man's attention.
"Well have you got a cunt or not Lucy? You don't seem to have a tongue."
She nodded sheepishly."Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir what?"
"Yes Sir I have."
"Of course you've got a cunt. That's what all those boys are after. As far
as they're concerned, it's the most important part of your body. The sheer
number of cunts in this school is what keeps the boys hanging around the
gates. Your cunt is the most powerful magnet in the world and you can't
even say the word."
"No sir", she mumbled sheepishly. 
When he put it to her like that, it seemed petty and childish to avoid
using the word.
"Have you ever said cunt Lucy?"
She nodded again, knowing that he would never believe her if she denied
it.
"To the boy who likes to touch your breasts, I suppose."
"No Sir, I've never said that to a boy."
"Did he try to touch your cunt Lucy?"
Her voice was a whisper, "No Sir, I wouldn't let him."
"So he did try then. Why wouldn't you let him Lucy?"
"I didn't want him to. I was frightened."
"Frightened? What of?"
"I don't know. I suppose I was afraid that he'd go too far."
Her teacher smiled sympathetically as Lucy drained her glass. The alcohol
was starting to affect her and she was beginning to feel a little more
relaxed. His smile was encouraging and she wished that she had been more
truthful. She was sure that he would have understood if she had been
completely honest.
Gary had gone further than she had admitted to her teacher. She'd allowed
him to fondle her small breasts through the thin material of her blouse
because she didn't know how to stop him. There didn't seem to be any real
harm in letting him do it and she had no idea what was normal on a first
date. 
The young girl had been unprepared for the feelings that his clumsy
caresses would arouse in her and she had returned his kisses with
enthusiasm. Her breasts ached and burned under his hands with an urgency
she had never known and she had not objected when Gary moved one hand onto
her knee. She knew with excited apprehension what he intended to do next.
She felt a gradual pulse build between her thighs until she was throbbing
with anticipation. Gary started to slide his hand up inside her short
skirt and she was suddenly damp with expectation. As his hand slid up
between her smooth thighs, her legs opened instinctively to allow him
access. 
She was burning with curiosity and desire. She wanted to feel his touch on
her but, as his fingers reached the hem of her panties, she panicked and
pushed his hand away. Gary hadn't understood her confusion and she
couldn't explain it. They had argued pointlessly until he had called a
prick teaser and left in a sulk. He still hung around the school gates
with his friends but, since that day, he'd made a point of ignoring her. 
The teacher got up and refilled her glass. When he went back to his chair
and sat down, Lucy shifted the minuscule towel in a futile attempt to hide
her thighs from his intense stare. She was painfully aware that she had
allowed herself to become as aroused by her teacher's words as she had by
Gary's hands.
He leaned back nonchalantly in his chair and spoke casually.
"So if you could have been sure that he wouldn't go too far, you'd have
let him touch your cunt, is that right?"
Lucy said nothing. She had no idea how to answer. The bewildered youngster
was trying to work out what the conversation was about and why her teacher
was talking to her like this. He repeated the question,"Well? Would you
have let him? There's nothing to be ashamed of you know."
Lucy muttered,"I suppose so, if it didn't go any further."
Her teacher nodded,"That's right, there's no harm in it, and it would have
felt good too wouldn't it?"
Lucy didn't know if it would have felt good but she had certainly wanted
it at the time. She drank some more of her scotch, the taste wasn't so bad
now and the warm glow sent tendrils of pleasure snaking through her body
that she was beginning to enjoy. She still could not understand why her
teacher wanted to know so much about her? Out of all the girls in the
school, why had he picked on her? 
He waved his empty glass with a gentle laugh.
"You'd better pass the bottle Lucy before you drink it all."
Lucy struggled to extricate herself from the sagging armchair. As she
stood, the alcohol hit and she felt a wave of dizziness. With one hand
holding the bottle and the other trying to keep the towel in position she
tried to keep her balance, and failed. The bottle slipped from her grasp
and as she grabbed for it, she lost her grip on the towel. For a moment
she stood completely exposed before her teacher's fascinated stare.
Mortified with embarrassment she scooped up the scrap of cloth and
hurriedly wrapped it around her exposed body.
"You were right Lucy. You have got a cunt, and a very pretty one at that.
It seems a shame that you can't even say the word. It's an even bigger
shame that no-one has ever touched it, or do you touch it yourself?"
Lucy's green eyes flared with indignation. Her anger was barely hidden
beneath her embarrassment."No Sir I don't."
She put the bottle on his desk and retreated to the armchair.
"Are you in love with this boy Gary?"
"No, of course not."
"But he touched your breasts and you would have let him touch your cunt.
Were you very excited Lucy?"
"I don't know. I suppose so."
"But you're not in love with him. Would you let anyone touch you if it
felt nice then?"
"I'm not a tart if that's what you mean."
He shook his head,"I'm sure you're not Lucy. I just wondered if it would
feel the same if any boy touched your cunt."
"I don't know. No-one else has tried so I've never thought about it."
"Suppose I touched your cunt. Do you think it would feel good?"
Lucy held her breath for a panic stricken moment. How could her teacher
say things like this to her? It would have been an embarrassing suggestion
if she had her clothes on but for him to propose touching her there while
she was naked made the fantastic idea almost possible.
Despite her shock, Lucy felt the pulse in her vagina turn to an insistent
throbbing. The alcohol was playing strange tricks on her mind. She
imagined her teacher's fingers on her heated pussy and her body was
responding to the thought. She shook her head mutely, suddenly afraid of
the situation. He might be her teacher but he was acting very strangely.
This was a side of him that she'd never seen nor even suspected existed.
"Well what do you think?"
She couldn't admit to him that not only was she imagining what it would
feel like but that she was growing excited by the thought. She lied
desperately,"You're my teacher sir, I wouldn't even think about something
like that."
Maybe he was interested in her. The idea fascinated and frightened her but
mostly it excited her. She still had the image in her mind of his hand
between her legs moving upwards and... No! He was her teacher and she was
only seventeen. 
She tried to change the subject, 
"How long is my detention sir? I really can't be too late home."
He stood and crossd to where she was sitting.
"You can't go home naked and your clothes aren't dry yet. Don't you like
my company?"
"Yes Sir, but my parents will be worried if I'm late."
"Do you want to phone them and let them know where you are?"
"What will I tell them? I daren't say that I'm in detention, my
step-father will go mad."
"Just tell them the truth, that I'm giving you extra tuition. In fact it
might sound better if you say that it was your idea. I'll talk to them
first, if you like, so that they know it's true."
He pushed the telephone across the desk and got up to stand beside her.
Lucy tried to reach for the telephone and the towel slipped again. For a
moment she was in a dilemma whether to drop the phone or let the towel
fall. Her teacher caught the corner of the towel and held it against her
shoulder. His fingertips accidentally grazed the side of her breast.
Lucy trembled with the thought that it may not have been an accident at
all. Her breast burned hotly where he had touched her and she suppressed a
sudden urge to lean forward and press herself against his hand. Her
teacher appeared not to notice the brief caress or the effect that it had
on her.
"You'd better dial then, we haven't got all night, unless you can think of
a very good excuse for your parents."
He laughed to let her know that it was a joke but Lucy was no longer sure.
She was acutely conscious of the tingling in her erect nipples and her
fingers trembled as she dialled the number. Her teacher quickly explained
the situation to her step-father and then handed the phone back to Lucy.
She began to speak but, to her horror, her teacher suddenly let go of the
towel. The scrap of cloth fell from her shoulder and, with both hands
occupied, she was helpless to prevent it from slipping down to her lap.
Relieved that he was behind her, and unable to see the stimulated
condition of her nipples, she tried without success to juggle the towel
back into place.
Her teacher murmured an apology and reached over her shoulder to recover
the towel. This time there was no mistake. As he reached for the towel,
his hand brushed deliberately over her naked breast. She was unable to
suppress a gasp as the friction of his hand on her nipple sent a shudder
of excitement through her body. She struggled to keep her voice normal as
she spoke to her step-father but she knew that her teacher must be aware
of the effect that his touch had on her. 
She was acutely conscious of the pressure of his hands holding the towel
in place on her naked shoulders. Lucy felt his fingers move so
imperceptibly that she couldn't be sure if she had imagined it. Then the
fractional movement increased slightly until there was no doubt that her
teacher was gently stroking the smooth skin of her upper arms.
Unable to protest with her step-father listening on the phone, she was
forced to sit in helpless rage as her unscrupulous teacher took advantage
of the situation. His hands moved softly on her shoulders, leaving an
electric thrill in their path. The insidious caress was both soothing and
stimulating and she gradually began to relax and enjoy the sensual
massage, after all it was only her shoulders, there was no harm in that. 
She caught her breath as his roving fingers widened their circle and slid
slowly down her trembling arms. Then his hands deliberately brushed across
her breasts and the youngster's heart pounded wildly as her already rigid
nipples responded instantly to the gentle friction. His fingers grazed
back and forth with a feather soft touch that made her nipples ache and
pound with desire for more. Lucy could hardly believe it was happening.
The alcohol haze and the urgent erotic pulsing of her breasts made the
situation feel like a strange dream. Her step-father was in no hurry to
end the conversation and her teacher was making the most of the situation.

The tantalisingly gentle stimulation was driving the young girl to
distraction when suddenly both tormenting hands closed over her firm
breasts. She gasped out loud at the intensity of feeling that exploded
through her body. She was suddenly frightened of her own body's lack of
control. She didn't want this to happen. 
She desperately wanted to tell her step-father what her teacher was doing
to her. She wanted to beg him to come and get her but she was terrified of
his reaction. She knew that he would blame her for the situation. Every
time her step-father touched her he said that it was her own fault for
flaunting her body. He'd want to know what she was doing in her teacher's
study without her clothes on and Lucy wasn't sure how that had happened
anyway.
 Her teacher was not content to simply hold her, his hands stroked and
squeezed and gently massaged the youngster's breasts until they throbbed
with an intensity that she had never experienced before. The aching pulse
was building and spreading through her trembling body. Sparks of fire
ignited in her vagina and Lucy felt hot wetness flood her bare thighs. Her
step-father's voice was a dim blur as she fought to keep her breath
steady. She was sure that her lungs would burst, when her teacher suddenly
released her. 
Her relief was short-lived as his invading hands glided smoothly down her
ribcage to her slim waist. Lucy tried to squirm away from his unwanted
touch as she struggled to keep her voice normal. Her stomach muscles
spasmed and she suppressed a gasp as her teacher's trailing fingertips
stroked her silken belly and then moved down to her lap. He plucked the
towel away and, threw it to one side as he moved round and knelt in front
of her. He lowered his head and kissed each trembling knee softly.
Lucy's voice shook as she spoke to her step-father. He was chatting about
nothing in particular and the terrified youngster tried to answer normally
as her teacher's lips moved from her knees to kiss her thighs. 
She finally managed to blurt out a weak excuse and hung up but the phone
but her teacher hadn't finished. He gazed steadily into her eyes as he
placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees and firmly prised her
legs apart. His eyes dropped to take in the sight of Lucy's exposed vagina
and he slid his hands along her soft inner thighs. The shock of his action
cut through the dreamy haze of alcohol and the erotic trance evaporated.
Lucy choked on tears of anger as she tried to wriggle free of his grip.
"Stop! You can't do this? You're my teacher - I trusted you."
"I told you that I'd teach you not to be ashamed of your body. Do you
think you could say cunt now?"
Lucy ignored the question. Her anger exploded at his casual dismissal of
her feelings.
"You won't get away with this. I'll report you. You'll get the sack for
this."
"I don't think so, it would be your word against mine and I just heard you
tell your step-father that the extra tuition was your idea. I'd just say
that you were trying to get revenge for your low marks in class."
"You can't do that, its a lie."
The teacher laughed scornfully and his fingers twitched a fraction closer
to the frightened youngster's open pussy lips.
"Well if it's tell the truth time, tell me that you weren't excited when I
touched your breasts."
Lucy blushed scarlet and hesitated. The lie hung on her lips but she knew
that her teacher had seen her excitement and felt the hard peaks of her
aroused nipples. If he touched her between her legs he would know that it
was wet with excitement. Panic rushed over her at the thought but at the
same time her innocent pussy dilated and pulsed with the knowledge that
his fingers were almost there already.
"It doesn't mean that I wanted it just because you touched me. It's an
automatic reaction that happens to everyone."
"But you liked it didn't you?".
"It makes no difference, I'm only seventeen and you molested me and you
won't get away with it. I want my clothes back now so that I can go home."
"Your detention isn't over yet. It's not over till I say so. Now, would it
feel good if I touched your cunt Lucy?"
"This isn't a detention. You only kept me behind so that you could assault
me."
"I'm not assaulting you. I'm trying to help you but I think I'm wasting my
time. The only thanks I've had are threats and accusations."
"Surely you don't expect me thank you for sexually assaulting me. I'll
report you and you'll pay for it."
Her teacher smiled grimly and swung his hand in a stinging slap to the
inside of her bare thigh.
"The lesson starts here. First you will speak respectfully to me, I am
your teacher. Second, you will stop making silly threats, because even if
anyone believed you, your reputation would still be ruined. You would be
branded a tart."
Lucy blinked back her tears. Her thigh was stinging from the slap and she
was afraid of what he might do to her next. She realised that what he said
was true. She could never hold her head up again if anyone knew what
happened. She knew that even if she won, she would be the loser in a
contest with him. The only thing she could do was appeal to his better
nature. 
She whispered timidly,"I'm frightened, please stop doing this to me and
let me have my clothes back?"
"Not yet. I haven't finished with you yet"
"What do you mean, not finished?"

To be continued

The Englishman

