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Subject: And Three Were Foolish pt 8 by The Englishman
Date: 12 Jun 1996 19:31:38 -0400
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This is the eighth 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 8
Lucy paused in the telling of her story and studied the shocked faces of
her two friends.
"I tried to phone both of you when I got home but you'd both gone out. I
really needed someone to talk to. From what you said before Trish, I
though that maybe you already knew what happened to girls in Mr Clarke's
study. You'd certainly have had the chance to find out and Mr Clarke had
certainly had enough opportunities to show you. I even felt a bit jealous
in case I wasn't the only one that he fancied."
"I tried to warn you Luce. I didn't want to tell anyone what he was trying
to do to me but I wasn't the only one. He tries it on with a lot of the
girls. I don't know whether he gets as far as he did with you but be
careful - I think he's married."
Allie looked almost disappointed.
"I thought you said that you were raped. I'll admit he came pretty close
but you wanted it in the end. That wasn't as bad as what happened to
Trish."
"You sound as if you wish he had raped me. I've got to be honest, I
probably wouldn't have complained too much if he had forced me. I was
pretty far gone on scotch by then and I do fancy him."
"You want your head tested, messing about with a teacher Lucy. He can't
offer you anything. He can only hurt you," said Trish.
She watched Lucy's reaction carefully. She'd never have suspected that
Nobby Clarke would have tried it on with her. Lucy was so innocent and
vulnerable - it made what their teacher had done seem worse some how, as
if he'd spoiled something precious. She silently promised herself that he
wouldn't get away with it. 
"It still wasn't rape though,"Allie insisted.
Trish put her arm round Lucy's shoulder and hugged her.
"I should think that it was more than frightening enough Allie."
"If it makes you any happier Allie, I was raped. It just wasn't Mr Clarke
who did it."
Allie paused in the act of lighting cigarette. She choked on a lungful of
smoke,"My God! You mean there's more?"
Lucy nodded and reached for the bottle again. While she drank, Trish let
go of her and stood up and stretched.
"That floor gets hard after a while."
Allie laughed, "You're getting old Trish. Your joints are starting to
seize up."
Trish sat on the bed and groaned, "You're probably right Allie but I'd
rather be comfortable than proud."
Lucy offered the bottle to Allie but she shook her head. 
"I feel a bit woozy and I don't want to fall asleep in the middle of you
getting raped."
Lucy got up and passed the bottle to Trish. She sat next her on the bed
and then fell back to a lying position.
"You're right, the floor does get a bit hard after a while."
She lay still for a moment collecting her thoughts and remembering.
Thoughts and memories that she knew she wouldn't share with her friends
flashed through her mind....	...She remembered waking reluctantly with
a pounding headache. She opened her eyes cautiously and shut them rapidly.
Her eyes hurt, her head hurt and, as she moved in her bed, the backs of
her thighs stung as if they were sun burned. She wasn't sure what day it
was, but she knew that if it wasn't the weekend, she was too ill to go to
school. 
The thought of school cleared the fog from her brain and she slowly
recalled the previous evening. No wonder she had a headache after the
amount of scotch she'd drunk. 
As the memories returned, piece by piece, she groaned in dismay. How could
she face Mr Clarke after what had happened? It was his fault of course,
but that wouldn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
She pictured herself sitting in the classroom, surrounded by thirty other
girls, while she and her teacher tried to pretend that nothing unusual had
happened between them. Pretending that he hadn't forced her strip naked or
caned her before he assaulted her. Pretending that he hadn't plied her
with whisky and tried to seduce her. No! he hadn't just tried, he'd
succeeded.
His hands on her breasts, moving and stroking as he made her feel
sensations that she'd never suspected she was capable of. His eyes gazing
into hers as his hands pried her legs apart and then his eyes shifting to
focus between her legs where fingers crept along her thighs towards...
The memory was vivid and fresh enough that she could almost feel his hands
on the soft sensitive skin at the top of her legs. A familiar feeling
started faintly pulsing between her thighs and she pressed her legs
together tightly as if to protect herself from her teacher's hands.
She tried to blank the memory from her mind, but the pressure of her
clenched thighs only intensified the feeling. Little sparks of pleasure,
that she remembered only too well, rippled through her body and she
groaned with a mixture of shame and pleasure.
She drifted in a sensuous mist of pleasure as she recalled her teacher's
touch. Still drifting in a half awake erotic dream, the young girl had no
idea when her hand had moved but it was on her breast and she could feel
the taut nipple under her thin nightie. Her breast throbbed and, without
thinking, she squeezed it gently. This was how it had felt when he'd
stroked her breast. In her half dream, she imagined that it was her
teacher's hand and she let his fingers graze over the erect nipple.
Lucy had never masturbated before and, even in her half awake state, she
hesitated for a brief moment before sliding her free hand slowly under the
hem of the short nightie.
She gasped as her fingers touched the wetness between her thighs. She
tried to imitate the movements of her teacher's hand and slowly the
distinction blurred. It was his hand on her breast and it was his fingers
teasing the hard little bud of her clitoris.
Her breathing quickened as her slim fingers coaxed the smouldering feeling
into an explosive fire of raw sexual energy, slipping along the wetness of
her pulsing slit and teasing around the entrance to her vaginal passage
just as her teacher's had.
More images flashed into her mind, this time of herself holding her
teacher's erect penis through the material of his trousers. He hadn't
forced her to do that. The whisky had certainly given her the courage to
do things that she would never have dared to do normally. She almost cried
out and bit into her pillow to stifle the sound and, as her climax
approached, she remembered how frightened she'd been and how desperately
she had wanted him inside her. 
She timidly investigated the taut well of her fevered vaginal entrance
with one slim finger. There was no discomfort and the slippery heat seemed
to invite her finger to trespass further. She pushed nervously and, with a
faint pop, her finger tentatively insinuated itself into her no longer
virgin passage. 
She pushed her finger a little further and as her vaginal muscles clasped
it tightly, in her fevered imagination it was her teacher's swollen penis
sliding into her body. It would definitely be too late to say it now and
somehow the words didn't sound very convincing anyway.
"Please don't fuck me sir.... I don't want you to fuck me ...!"
She was lost in a world of erotic imagination as her teacher pushed the
full length of his hardness into her. Her entire body shuddered with
ecstasy and she screamed into her pillow as her orgasm engulfed her in a
wave of mindless ecstasy. 
She lay back in contented exhaustion and decided that she definitely was
not well enough to go to school. A day in bed would give her time to sort
out her feelings about her teacher. She would also have the whole day to
herself in bed and she'd just discovered that bed meant more than sleep -
much more...

Allie's voice jerked her back to the present.
"Lucy! Have you fallen asleep? We're waiting to hear what happened."
"Sorry, I was just collecting my thoughts."
Trish put her hand on Lucy's leg and squeezed it gently.
"Take your time Luce - Allie just wants the gory bits."
"No I don't," protested Allie. "I just want you to get on with it so I can
tell you what happened to me."
"I'm sorry Allie. Anyway, the weekend really dragged. I know it sounds bad
but I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Clarke and what it would be like in
school on Monday...."

	Monday was never Lucy's favourite morning but this time it seemed
to take forever to arrive. Staying home for the day on Friday had made the
weekend that much longer and, apart from her new-found pleasure in
masturbation, the time had dragged with predictable dreariness. Her
imagination could only carry her so far and by Sunday she had begun to
imagine the worst.
She tried to picture what school would be like now that her relationship
with her English teacher had changed. She had worried all through Friday
about what he would think when she failed to arrive for lessons. 
Maybe he would think that she had reported him after all, or that she was
too embarrassed to face him. Maybe she was nothing special to him anyway,
and when she had not been there he'd kept one of the other girls behind
for detention. Morbid thoughts of her teacher filled her mind for three
long days as her imagination ran riot with the possibilities but by Monday
morning she had reached a decision.
She left home a half an hour early in case her teacher was there already.
She saw Gary waiting with his friends by the school gate. She'd never
realised before that they picketed mornings as well but then she'd never
been this early before. She hesitated before crossing the road. It seemed
unfair that she had to tolerate their abuse twice in a day.
 She watched the boys horsing around and laughing at Gary's impression of
Mr Clarke. He was a talented mimic and could imitate the teacher's voice
perfectly. So perfectly that Lucy felt a tremor run up her spine at the
familiar sound. Gary's act wasn't funny anymore. He and his friends
appeared childish against the maturity of Mr Clarke. 
She was mildly surprised to discover that it had no effect on her when
Gary made his usual exaggerated point of ignoring her. She wished that his
friends would follow his example. 
The catcalls and whistles reminded her of why they were there. Sniffing
after bitches on heat. Hunting like pack dogs searching for a willing
cunt. Well, they were out of luck with her - except... She felt the
familiar moisture between her legs. Even, expressed in its crudest form,
there was something in her that responded to their obvious display of
lust.
She prayed that he would be early. She had to speak to him before school
started. It would be impossible to sit through a lesson with him until she
had told him what she had decided. She knew that the decision might not be
hers to make. He might not want to see her again, but even if he did, she
knew it was not possible. In the cold light of day she'd reluctantly
acknowledged that she was too young to be involved with a man of his age
and it was better to finish it now before it got out of control.
The classroom filled with noise and bustle as the girls began to arrive.
Through the giggling and whispering she managed to pick up the morning's
gossip. The main subject seemed to be that Mr Clarke was having another
set to with the boys at the school gate and Lucy tried to swallow her
disappointment that she wouldn't get to talk to him.
The teacher arrived late and breathless. After apologising to the class,
he asked Lucy if she was feeling better.  At the sound of his voice, her
words stuck in her throat and all she could do was nod.
The lesson dragged interminably and Lucy was hardly aware of what it was
about. Her mind was already distracted and she noticed, with a pang of
jealousy, each time that Mr Clarke spoke to one of the other girls or when
he stopped and leaned over their desks to help with a problem. 
She also noticed that he didn't ask her any questions and not one of his
remarks was addressed to her. It was as if she wasn't there. Either he was
deliberately ignoring her or he had simply dismissed her from his
thoughts. She knew in her mind that it didn't matter. It saved her having
to tell him that she wasn't going to see him again, but she wished that
her mind would relay that information to the lump in her throat.
She tried to banish him from her thoughts and concentrate on her work, but
every time he spoke to one of the other girls her throat tightened and
ached. When he smiled, she knew the smile was not for her and she felt hot
tears sting her eyes. How could he just ignore her after what they had
done together?
She tried to catch his eye after the lesson but he was looking the other
way. By the time she'd made her way to the front of the class, he was
talking to a group of girls who were hanging onto his every word with
unashamed expressions of devotion on their impressionable young faces. 
Then he was gone before she had the chance to speak to him. The afternoon
was net-ball and Lucy pleaded a painful period and stayed in the
classroom. She hated Mr Clarke and the way he had used her. How dare he
ignore her like that? And how was she going to wait till tomorrow for
another chance to talk to him?
The afternoon lasted forever and Lucy wondered if school would ever be the
same again. She knew that her life had changed now. Her teacher had taken
her virginity and shown her her first orgasm and she had loved it. This is
what she and her friends had talked and wondered about. What had been a
school girl myth was suddenly real, and over the weekend she had relived
it again and again alone in her bed. 
With Trish working and Allie pre-occupied with a new boyfriend, she chose
to walk home alone. She ran the gauntlet of braying youths and noticed
that Gary was absent for the first time in weeks. 
She went out of her way to avoid the other girls on the way home. She
couldn't face the laughing and giggling and whispering brigade today.
Perhaps, she reflected, she would never be able to again. 
Her teacher had shown her something wonderful but she had lost something
else. Like her first day at school, like her first period, like her
mother's second marriage, a little bit of her life eroded away each time.
This time she had lost her innocence and she knew, that with the knowledge
she now possessed, she could never think, or laugh like a child again. 
She was so lost in her morbid thoughts that she didn't notice the battered
old Ford pull into the curb in front of her until she drew level with it.
The passenger door squeaked open and her heart raced as a familiar voice
called to her. 
"Lucy, get in quickly."
She shook her head determinedly and walked past the car door.
"No, I'm going home."
"I'll take you."
"No thanks, I'd rather walk."
The car cruised slowly next to her with the door hanging open.
"Lucy, we have to talk."
She tossed her head petulantly and stared at the sky.
"You weren't very keen to talk to me in school, so what's so important
now."
"We are, you are. I couldn't trust myself to talk to you in school."
 Her footsteps slowed and she turned to the open door.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't talk to you from a moving car."
The car stopped and she got in. Her teacher accelerated away immediately.
He drove in silence for a few minutes until Lucy noticed that they had
missed her turning but she said nothing. She didn't want to go home yet.
"Well? What do you want to say?" She said sharply.
"Lots of things. Is there somewhere quiet that we can stop and talk?"
"What about your study sir?" she replied acidly. 
He didn't reply and Lucy wondered if she had gone too far. Her voice
softened a little. 
"There's a lorry park down the road. It's not used much at this time of
day."
He drove into the lorry park and stopped behind an abandoned trailer that
hid them from the road. Lucy was shocked when he turned and she saw his
face close up. His eyes were bloodshot and bruised as if he hadn't slept
for a week.
"What's happened to you? You look as if you've been in a fight."
He shrugged," I haven't been sleeping that well."
Part of her still wanted to hurt him and the words came out before Lucy
could stop them. 
"Guilty conscience I suppose."
He smiled faintly, "Probably, but I hadn't seen you for three days. I was
worried ... I missed you."
Her head felt giddy and her heart pounded so fiercely that she was sure he
would hear it.
"Really? You really missed me? Do you mean that?"
"Well of course. Did you think that I'd just forget about you? I haven't
thought of anything else for three days."
Somewhere inside, a thin tight wire snapped. All the stress and worry that
had built up over the weekend erupted out of her as she covered her face
with her hands and burst into tears. Her teacher took her hands gently and
held her shaking body tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked
her hair and calmed her. Then he looked into her tear streaked face and
kissed her gently. Her lips were wet and salty from her tears, but they
were also deliciously soft and as he licked the salt from her lips, her
tongue ventured timidly to meet his. He kissed her harder and as comfort
turned to passion and their lips mashed hungrily, Lucy remembered what she
had to tell him, but now was not the right time. 
His hand moved over her ribs and gently held her breast through the thin
material of her blouse and she didn't protest this time. She murmured a
faint objection when she felt his fingers unfasten one of her buttons but
his mouth covered hers and the words were lost. She counted the buttons as
they popped loose one by one and then his fingers were busy on her bra
fastening. She knew that she had to stop him before he went too far but
now his hand was on her naked breast and a familiar sensation rippled
through her.

To be continued

The Englishman.

