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Subject: And Three Were Foolish  part 13
Date: 17 Jun 1996 19:32:18 -0400
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This is the thirteenth 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 it - but without the preceding parts it might be
difficult to follow the story and you've already missed a lot of the sex.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman


Part 13

Allie blushed and nodded. She stood motionless - her arms by her side and
wondered if Groves-Ormsby would really kiss her or just pretend for the
cameras. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to hers. Allie
accepted the kiss passively and, when his tongue flicked gently across her
parted lips, she did nothing to stop him. It was in the story and she was
hardly in a position to alter the plot. His tongue slipped between her
lips and into her mouth and she allowed it to happen but she did wonder if
the cameras could actually pick up that much detail.
True to the story, she didn't struggle when his hands stroked her back and
his tongue probed the warmth of her mouth. She felt his lips hard against
the softness of hers and though she didn't move her tongue she couldn't
prevent it from touching his. Then she remembered that it was supposed to
anyway. She accepted the gentle caress of his hands on her back and she
submissively allowed him to unfasten the remaining hooks. She began to
worry when he slipped the dress from her shoulders. How far did he intend
to pursue realism?
She murmured a protest,"Do you have to do that.?"
"It's in the story, remember?"
"That's right, I'm sorry, I forgot."
His mouth returned to hers and his tongue explored her mouth. She'd
forgotten what happened next. When she felt the dress slide from her
shoulders and down her arms she remembered but it was too late - the dress
was around her waist and his hands were on her breasts. She held her
breath in astonishment and then released it with a sigh as his lips moved
over her neck and shoulders.
 He fumbled with the fastening of her bra and, even through the haze of
alcohol, she knew that this was the moment to stop him. She was prepared
to pose in the nude but she wanted to take her own clothes off. This way
seemed too intimate, as if they were really going to make love instead of
just posing for the cameras. 
She was no longer sure how much was acting and how much was real. She did
know that she'd had too much whisky and she was having difficulty
distinguishing between Carrie's dream and her own situation. She felt cool
air on her breasts and she knew he'd finally succeeded with unfastening
her bra. His hands were gentle as they stroked and squeezed her bare flesh
but then they were gone. 
She gasped with unexpected delight as his lips reached her breasts and his
hand grazed the soft smooth skin of her belly. She felt her nipples
tighten and harden under his lips and she knew she shouldn't allow him to
do this. Reading the story had excited her but she wasn't Carrie. This was
real and her excitement was real. 
His hands were behind her - pressing and stroking the small firm cheeks of
her bottom. His powerful hands squeezed her buttocks together and stirred
a fluttering sensation in her belly that swooped to her groin. Her body
trembled at the delicious new sensation and the objection in her throat
became a sigh of pleasure. 
She had to remind herself that she wasn't Carrie. She was a thirteen year
old school girl not an eighteen year old bride and events were moving at a
pace that she felt unable to keep up with. She'd never imagined that
modelling was like this. She reminded herself that she could stop at any
time. She wasn't trapped in a story like Carrie was and she wasn't
prepared to let him go too far. He'd already gone further than she had
allowed any of her boyfriends to, but none of her boyfriends had ever made
her feel what she was feeling now. She knew that she would have to stop
him soon - soon but not yet.
His lips and tongue wandered over her breasts and his hands moved down the
back of her thighs. They traced a path down her legs as far as the hem of
her dress. When they slid back up again they were under her dress. She
said nothing as his hands retraced their steps along the smooth skin of
her bare legs but she trembled with fearful anticipation. Whatever the
story said, she really should stop him now. 
She felt his hands move further up beneath her dress. She shivered as his
hands travelled up her thighs until they reached her bottom. Her mind was
dizzy with confusion and, as his hands stroked her behind, she felt the
heat of his palms through her thin panties and the muscles in her bottom
clenched involuntarily.
One hand held both cheeks of her bottom and squeezed them together. The
other hand started to move slowly round her hip to the front of her flimsy
panties and she suddenly remembered the next part of the story. Her heart
pounded with sudden panic and she couldn't breathe. She refused to believe
that he was really going to touch her there, until she felt his fingers
brush the soft swelling beneath her panties.
She shook her head and. moaned softly. "Not there, please - don't touch me
there."
No-one had never touched her there - she really had to stop him now before
he went any further. She moaned again when his fingers pressed lightly
through the thin material into the softness of her vaginal mound. The
incredible new sensation that coursed through her nerves joined with the
whisky to form a heady cocktail that weakened her legs and she clung to
him for support. 
She tried to pull away from his touch but the hand on her behind slipped
inside her panties and- pressed into her buttocks, pushing her back onto
the pressure of his fingers. Now she shook her head and moaned
continuously as he stroked and teased the moistening surface of her
panties but he ignored her protests and she was powerless to stop him. 
When she felt him tug gently at her panties her fear overcame her inertia.
Her panties were already round her hips when she moved her hand and tried
to stop their descent but she was too slow and he slid them smoothly down
her thighs. Free of his arms, the dress followed and pooled into a
crumpled heap of silk around her ankles.
She was paralysed with shock and unable to resist when he picked her up
and laid her gently on the bed. Her only thought was that, now she was
naked, they could get on with the photography. Then, for the first time in
her life, she felt the touch of a man's hand on her naked sex. She cried
out loud with pleasure and shook her head in futile protest as his fingers
encountered the slick moisture between the soft lips of her open cunt. She
stared up at him and protested weakly.
"No please - stop now - no more"
His finger slipped easily along her moist slit and she gasped helplessly
as it grazed her erect clitoris. His head dipped and he trailed his tongue
gently along her inner thigh. She felt the moist tip of his tongue as it
moved up. It was almost at her vaginal lips when she remembered.
"Stop! This isn't in the story. They don't do this"
His breath was hot on her as he spoke.
"Yes they do Allie - it's on the next page. Don't worry I'll tell you what
to do."
"But I didn't know. You can't do this."
She squealed and forgot her objection as his tongue flicked out and lapped
the moisture from her vaginal lips. She looked down to see his head
between her thighs and wondered when he'd taken his clothes off. His
tongue prodded her clitoris and she squealed again. There was nothing she
could do to stop the fire that was building within her and she didn't
really want to. The sensations that streaked along her pleasure centres
were new and exciting and there was no real harm - unless he expected her
to return the favour.
She managed to catch her breath as his tongue paused its tantalising
licking and probing. His head moved up and he kissed the trembling
softness of her belly. His tongue probed the hollow of her navel and her
stomach muscles tightened and fluttered in response. She was afraid to ask
but she had to know.
"What else do they do on this page," she whispered in a frightened voice.
He didn't reply but he didn't need to. She knew the answer to her question
when, as his mouth and tongue moved up to her breasts and then her lips,
she felt his hardness moving against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
This wasn't happening. It could not be happening. She closed her eyes and
hoped that the whole scene would fade away. The rigid length of his penis
was still moving up between her thighs. He wouldn't dare - would he?
"No! Not that - you can't ..."
"It's only a dream Carrie. It's your dream and you know you want it"
"But I'm not Carrie. It's not my dream and I don't want you to do this."
She gasped her most potent objection. "I'm a virgin."
"Of course you're a virgin and in two hours you will be married. You don't
want to waste your virginity on Tom do you? I can't let you do that."
"I don't want to waste it on anyone - I'm not ready to do this."
Her protest went unnoticed and she realised with despair that
Groves-Ormsby thought that she was still acting.
"Do you think that you could struggle a bit - for the camera you know."
Allie struggled desperately but not for the camera. She felt the hard
length of him seeking the entrance to her vagina - felt it pressing
against the resistance of her virginal opening. He increased the pressure
as he tried to enter her. She was small and tight but he'd made her so wet
and slippery that, when he flexed his hips and pushed, she felt the
bulbous tip of his penis slip easily inside her. Her helpless struggles
increased when she felt him penetrate her.
"Take it out - stop"
"That's perfect. Wonderful! Now, when I push it all the way up inside you,
I want you to scream as if you're really a virgin, Can you do that?"
She didn't need telling and she had no need to answer him. She felt
herself stretch and she screamed in pain and fear. Then something tore
inside her and she felt more of him than she had thought possible moving
inside her. She knew that she was screaming but she couldn't hear herself.
As he slid the full length of his throbbing cock into her, the searing
pain enveloped her mind and blanked out everything else.
"That was brilliant Allie. You should have been an actress. Try to pull
your legs up - bend your knees and open them wide. I want the camera to
see your cunt as I fuck you."
"No - please stop - I don't want to do this - it hurts."
For a moment she thought that he'd heard her. He withdrew almost
completely from her and she felt the lips of her cunt gripping his cock as
if reluctant to let go. His rigid organ pulled the tender flesh of her
pussy with it and then as it plunged back into her protesting body the
fragile lips were pushed back again. She felt his hands under her knees
and she was too weak to resist as he pulled her legs up and opened them
wide.
She knew that the cameras had total access to her most private parts now
but so did Groves-Ormsby. He could penetrate her further now and when he
thrust into her, she felt the thickness of his cock fill her completely.
 The pain dulled to a bearable level and her mind began to function again.
It was too late to alter what had happened to her but, after months of
successfully fending off over eager boys, she was amazed at how easily it
had happened. She had scarcely struggled against him.
She lay still and waited with passive acceptance while he used her aching
cunt for his own satisfaction. She felt none of the pleasure that she'd
read about in books. None of the pleasure that his initial foreplay had
promised. All she felt was the relentless pounding of his pelvis on hers
and the painful thrusting of his cock inside her. It was as if her whole
body was nothing more than a receptacle for his thrusting organ - that she
no longer existed except as a disembodied cunt.
She sensed a change as his cock seemed to swell and his breath grew more
rapid. He was panting now and his thrusts had an increased urgency. She
realised that he was about to come. It would be all over in a second or
two. He was about to....
"Oh My God, No! Don't come inside me!"
It seemed that he hadn't heard her as he continued to pound his cock into
her in ever faster strokes. His breath was hot on her neck and his fingers
dug painfully into the cheeks of her bottom. His cock twitched a warning
and she screamed frantically at him.
"Take it out - take it out now - you can't come inside me!"
He groaned her name as if he was in pain and he thrust twice more into the
depths of her body before he pulled his cock from inside her. It was
already spurting when she saw it waving above her. She felt the hot
stickiness of his sperm as it splashed on her belly. She watched him
holding his cock and kneeling above her as he masturbated furiously to
extract the last drop of scalding semen. He came in bursts and she felt
the sticky warmth splash onto her face and breasts as he shouted her name
in exhilaration.
His weight crushed the breath from her as he fell forward onto her. His
stomach pressed against hers and she felt his sperm spread and smear
between their bodies. He kissed her face and she tasted his sperm as he
kissed her lips and pushed his tongue back into her unwilling mouth. She
turned her head in disgust. 
"Get off me. I'm going home."
He rolled off with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong?"
"Are you kidding? Of course nothing's wrong. You've just raped a thirteen
year old schoolgirl - what could possibly be wrong?"
"No I didn't - I wouldn't rape anyone. It was the story..."
A look of horror slowly crossed his face. "You told me that you were
eighteen."
"So I lied, but you still raped me. I asked you to stop - I begged you to
stop and you wouldn't."
"I thought you were acting. Surely you knew what was going to happen."
"How? Just tell me how I was supposed to know that you'd rape me."
"It's in the story - you must have read it Allie."
"Well I didn't get that far."
She felt tears of anger and frustration in her eyes. She rubbed them
furiously and her tears blended with his drying sperm to leave sticky
smears across her cheeks. 
"Look at me! You've got your bloody stuff all over me."
"I'm sorry - I'm sorry for everything. I thought you knew."
"I need a wash - look at it. Why is there so much of it?"
"Because you are an incredible fuck - You must have over excited me."
"I am not an incredible fuck - until a few minutes ago I was a fucking
virgin."
"What?"
"You heard me. I told you before you did it to me."
"But I thought - Oh Christ - I thought you were acting."
"Oh ace! I ought to get an Oscar for the blood on the sheet then. Now
where can I wash your spunk off me?"
"I'll show you the bathroom. Still, it's lucky that most of it is on the
outside."
She stared at him and a look of horror crept over her face. "What do you
mean, most of it?"
"Well it would be a bit messy if it kept leaking out while we were
shooting the next chapter."
"Is that why you pulled it out?"
"Of course - why else?"
"You didn't care that you might get me pregnant then - just that if I
leaked it might spoil your precious pictures."
"It would look disgusting, but you've given me a brilliant idea to close
this scene. A close up of your face with tears trickling from your eyes
,then dissolve to a close up of your cunt with Steve's sperm dribbling
from it."
"Forget it! You must be mad if you think I'm doing anymore of this. Didn't
you hear me? I could be pregnant."
"Don't be silly. You are on the pill, aren't you?"
"No, of course I'm not. Look at me! Watch my mouth! I am thirteen years
and four days old and I was a virgin. I intended to stay a virgin for a
bit longer yet. Why would I be on the pill you stupid bastard?"
Her face crumpled into tears as her words brought home to her what had
happened - what could still happen. If she was pregnant - and by a married
man....
Groves-Ormsby silently draped a dressing around her shoulders and helped
her up.
"I'll take you to the bathroom. When you have cleaned up we can talk about
it."
"I don't want to talk to you. When I've cleaned up, I'm going home."
"No Allie, I can't let you go yet. We have to finish the book tonight."
"I'll go when I like - unless you intend to keep me prisoner of course.
That'd be good wouldn't it? Round off the rape with a bit of abduction. Is
that it?"
"I have no intention of keeping you here against your will - but at least
think about it while you are cleaning yourself. If you are pregnant, you
will still be pregnant if you go home. If you stay, I can do something to
help. We also have to consider the book. I really am serious. It must be
finished - I have already been paid for it."
"So give the money back."
"I am unable to do that. It was a large sum of money and I have spent it."
"That's not my problem. You sort it out."
"I would prefer to keep faith with my publisher, but I suppose that I
could reimburse him with the money that I get for the video. He will not
be happy though."
"What?"
"Well it would upset his list - his publishing schedule."
"I meant what money for the video? You told me that you were using that to
paint from."
"I was but it will be incomplete if you quit now. A video like that though
- even though it is not finished - would fetch a lot of money, especially
as it is authentic. Do you have any idea how much it would fetch?"
She shook her head in disbelief at what he was saying but he assumed that
she was answering his question.
"Genuine footage of a thirteen year old losing her virginity would be
worth a fortune on the Japanese market."
"You wouldn't dare."
He smiled at her and she knew with a dreadful certainty that he would
dare. He led her to the bathroom and ran a bath for her. She waited for
him to leave the room but he sat on a stool in the corner with an air of
expectancy.
"I'd like some privacy please."
"I have seen all that you have Allie. I have tasted most of it and I have
fucked your beautiful cunt. How much privacy do you think that leaves
you."
"I don't care. I want to be on my own."
"And I want to watch you. We can talk if you like."
"We've got nothing to talk about."
"We could talk about the video. How many copies would you like for your
family and friends."
"You're mad - I don't want any."
"I'll send them direct then, shall I?
She was about to say that he wouldn't dare but she knew that he would. How
had she let him persuade her to go so far in the first place? Lucy had
always said that her bravado would get her into trouble one day. She just
hoped that Lucy never found out how right she'd been. Groves-Ormsby
settled himself onto the stool and waited.
"All right we'll talk."
"While you take your bath Allie. I want to watch you - in fact I think we
could write a bath scene into the book."
Allie untied the belt of the dressing gown. He wasn't going to leave and
she couldn't bear the feel of his sperm drying and shrinking on her body
and face any longer. She could feel his eyes on her as she lowered herself
into the hot water. She wasn't embarrassed about him seeing her nude now
but she resented his victory over her. He watched in silence for a few
minutes while she soaped herself. He moved across and sat on the edge of
the bath. His fingers trailed in the water.
"So what have you decided Allie? Should I sell the video or will you help
me to finish the book?"
"I haven't got a lot of choice have I?"
"I am afraid not. I hate to push you like this but it is important to me."
His hand dipped deeper into the soapy water and brushed carelessly against
her thigh. She jerked her leg away.
"Don't touch me. Just tell me what I've got to do. I suppose the wedding's
next."
"And the wedding night"
"Well at least it won't be you. You can't be both Tom and Steve."
"Well they are brothers and they do look alike. A bit of make-up and
no-one would know."
"I'd know."
"You want me to get someone else to fuck you for the wedding night then."
"I don't care if it's Quasimodo - just as long as it isn't you"
His hand touched her leg again and the bath wasn't wide enough for her to
move away again.
"I said don't touch me."
"Get used to it Allie. You know that I can't get anyone else at short
notice and we have a lot to do still. We certainly will not finish it all
tonight but we have made good progress."
"You seriously expect me to come back tomorrow so that you can fuck me
again?"
His hand stroked her thigh under the water."
Of course - I need more time than you to recover between takes."
"More time to recover?"
"I couldn't possibly do it all in one evening."
She stared at him blankly as his words sank in. She scarcely felt his hand
as it insinuated itself between her thighs. His fingers stroked her with
insolent disregard for her feelings. It was as if he longer needed to
bother now that he had control of her. Her voice was dull and her head
bowed in defeat.
"You really intend to do it to me again don't you? How many more times?"
"It depends on whether we have to retake any scenes. The better you do it
the less repeats we will need"
He pulled his hand away and moved to the wash basin. Allie wouldn't look.
She didn't want to know what he was doing. She didn't want him to think
that she was interested. She heard the water running and despite her
resolve she glanced quickly in his direction.
He was busy soaping his penis and didn't notice her interest. She watched
intently as a morbid thought crept into her mind. She'd read somewhere
that men used soap as a lubricant when they sodomised women. Was that what
he intended to do? He could sell the video to whoever he liked before
she'd allow him to do that to her.
Her voice shook,"What are you doing?"
"Washing my cock - what does it look like?"
"Well I hope that you're going to rinse it."
"Well of course I will but I cannot imagine why it would be of interest to
you."
"Just as long as you rinse it."
He looked at her curiously,"I thought you hadn't read past the second
page."
"What's that got to do with it?"she said, suddenly suspicious. Was that
what was on the next page - sodomy?
"Well soap doesn't taste very nice for a start."
Allie had the feeling that she'd missed something. Either that or one of
them was drunk. She lay back in the hot water and thought about it but she
was forced to ask.
"What are you talking about?"


To be continued

The Englishman.

