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Subject: And Three Were Foolish part 14
Date: 17 Jun 1996 19:33:39 -0400
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This is the fourteenth 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 14

He walked across to the bath and leaned over the rim. His face was only
inches from hers and she was forced to look up at him."I assume that you
would prefer to suck a clean penis and I also assume that you do not enjoy
the taste of soap."
Allie tried to sit up but he was too close and she was forced to remain in
a lying position.
"Did you say when I .."
"... Suck my penis."
"No chance Mr Groves-Ormsby - in your dreams."
He smiled as he swung one leg over the edge of the bath and straddled her
prone body. He was kneeling above her - not touching her but preventing
her from getting up.
"No - in your dreams Carrie. Perhaps you would like to rehearse a little
first, without the cameras."
"With or without cameras - forget it! What kind of animal are you?"
He didn't bother to answer. He moved forward and gripped the sides of the
bath and took his weight on both hands. His semi-erect penis hung inches
from Allie's face and she couldn't move. He slowly lowered himself until
his swaying appendage brushed her lips lightly.
"You have to do it Allie - it is in the story."
"No!"she gritted from behind clenched teeth.
"It's no different to sucking your thumb and you saw me wash it. It's
perfectly clean."
"I don't care."
He moved a fraction lower and his penis pressed a little harder on her
lips. The friction was having an effect on it already. Allie watched as it
gradually hardened. It made her think of the stop motion films she'd seen
of plants growing and flowering in a matter of seconds. It thickened and
lengthened as she watched in horrified fascination. As his swelling organ
hardened, he was able to exert more pressure on her lips.
Allie stared at him obstinately. He wouldn't be able to force his way past
her lips as long as she kept them together, and he knew it. On the other
hand, she couldn't get up until he allowed her to and he knew that too. He
smiled grimly at her.
"Looks like a stale-mate doesn't it?"
Allie refused to answer. If she opened her mouth to speak it would no
longer be a stale-mate. He jabbed persistently at her mouth for several
minutes but Allie refused to give in. The only result was that his penis
grew harder. He was beginning to tire from the exertion of holding himself
in position over her and his breath was coming in harsh short pants. Allie
wasn't sure if it was excitement or exertion but either way he would have
to admit defeat soon. He made a last futile attempt but his hand slipped
and he lost his grip on the edge of the bath.
He fell heavily on top of her and his weight pushed her under the water.
She struggled desperately to get out from under him but he was a dead
weight. She couldn't breathe and her lungs hurt. She pushed frantically at
him as she suddenly realised that she could drown. He was too heavy for
her to make any impression. She knew that she would never lift his weight
from her and he was doing nothing to help.
The pain in her chest was unbearable and she knew that in another second
or two she would have to inhale, even if it was water and not air that she
sucked in. Why wouldn't he move? Did he intend to drown her? Surely he
realised that if he killed her the book would never get finished.
She was suddenly more angry than frightened to think that she might die
for something as trivial as a book. Her rage lent a surge of strength to
her muscles and she pushed again. He rolled to one side and there was
enough space for her to slip from under him.
Allie was out of the bath and he still hadn't moved. He was lying face
down in the water which was slowly turning rose-coloured. She saw the curl
of blood leaking from the gash in his forehead. It billowed out into the
water like cigarette smoke and dissolved in a cloud of pink. If he wasn't
dead already, he soon would be if she didn't get him out of the water. The
thought crossed her mind that if she left him there, she wouldn't have to
pose any more. The idea passed instantly. She had offered to pose. It
wasn't his fault that she'd been impulsive. 
She struggled to pull his dead weight from the bath. Why was he so bloody
heavy? She'd never lift him clear. He was going to die anyway if she
couldn't get him out of the bath. She let go of his arms and pulled the
plug. The water was going down but too slowly. She grabbed his hair and
pulled his head clear of the water. It would have to do until the bath was
empty. She had no idea of what to do then. He was lying on his front so
the kiss of life would be impossible. All she could do was try to turn
him.
The last of the water gurgled away and a small river of red followed it.
She struggled to turn him but he was a dead weight. He coughed and Allie
let go in fright. Another cough was followed by a wheezing rattling intake
of breath. He groaned and coughed alternately until he was breathing
almost normally. 
His eyes opened and Allie realised that she was crying."I thought you were
dead."
"I think I am,"he croaked.
"Can you get up? I couldn't lift you. I did try - really."
He lifted himself to his knees and crawled from the empty bath. He coughed
more water from his lungs and his hoarse voice sounded offended."I don't
know what you did but you nearly killed me."
"I didn't do anything. You slipped and hit your head on the tap. I could
have left you to die but I didn't. There's no need to thank me for saving
your life though."
"My head hurts."
"You're lucky to be alive and you're whinging about a headache. You are
such a baby."
He grinned and then winced."I'm sorry if I sound ungrateful but it's not
your head that's hurting."
Allie didn't know why she should feel sympathy for him after what he'd
done and what he'd tried to do to her. Something that she was unable to
identify about Groves-Ormsby made her feel protective. The word maternal
sprang into her mind and she shuddered. Whatever the reason, she couldn't
be angry with him.
"If you tell me where the aspirin is, I'll get you some. You could
probably do with a plaster or something on that cut as well."
He smiled weakly and she suppressed a sudden urge to hug him better. What
was it about this man that made her want to comfort him. It was his own
fault that he'd got hurt and he wasn't a child. He wasn't a very huggable
man either and if all he had was a head ache then he should be grateful.
She shook the feeling off and tried to sound businesslike.
"So where's the first aid box or do you want to bleed all over the
bathroom?"
"You sound just like a nurse - no, like a matron. Very stern and
unsympathetic."
"I don't know how much sympathy you expect after what you tried to make me
do but you're not getting any."
He grimaced at her like a school boy who has been refused a second helping
of pudding. She glared back at him and he sighed at her lack of reaction.
"All the medicine stuff is in that cabinet on the wall."
Allie opened the cabinet and tried to sort through the mass of bottles for
one that looked like aspirin. She found the first aid kit and returned to
him with the bottle and a plaster. He made a fuss as she stretched the
adhesive strip over the cut on his forehead but she ignored his
complaints. Part of her felt a strange satisfaction that it hurt him.
"Serves you right. Perhaps you'll think twice next time you start trying
acrobatic stunts in the bath."
"I promise that I will think twice but I cannot promise, if you are in the
bath, that I won't do it again."
"That's easy - I'm not likely to be in your bath again. Now take your
tablets."
He glanced at the pills in his hand and put them back in the bottle.
"I take back what I said about you being a nurse. That is not aspirin
Allie. What are you trying to do to me?"
Allie checked the bottle. It looked like aspirin if she glanced quickly
but the label said Charisma Enhancement which told her nothing. She
returned it to the cabinet and found the right bottle.
"What's Charisma Enhancement?"
"It's a sort of vitamin supplement - nothing very exciting."
Allie nodded but there was a thoughtful expression on her face. Why would
he ask what she was trying to do to him if they were only vitamin pills.
That wouldn't have done him any harm. In fact he looked as if they might
have done him some good. She realised that she was still naked. It
surprised her how quickly she had lost her self consciousness. 
"I don't think that we'll be doing any more tonight Mr. Groves-Ormsby. I
just don't think that you're up to it."
"My head certainly is not up to it Allie. I suspect that you could get the
other parts up quite easily."
She blushed deeply at the reminder of what they had done. She hadn't
forgotten but she'd pushed it to the back of her mind so that, as long as
they didn't mention the incident, it was as if it hadn't happened. She
tried to cover her embarrassment with a brusque rejoinder.
"I have no intention of getting any of your parts up Mr Groves-Ormsby.
Perhaps you've forgotten that I didn't want you to do it anyway. I'm not
over worried about the virgin bit. I had to lose it sometime and I think
it's over-rated anyway but you tricked me. Well you got what you wanted
but if I'm pregnant you'll get more than you expected"
"I told you that I'd take care of that."
"Oh, I'm sure you will. What've you got in mind? A quick little abortion -
Forget it! I don't believe in killing anything."
"Is that why you stopped me from drowning?"
"Why else? Don't kid yourself that it was because I couldn't bear life
without you."
He grinned cheekily and Allie almost regretted being so hard on him.
"Well if you are not pregnant we'd better be more careful next time. Maybe
you could go on the pill."
"What next time? I've got no intention of going through that again"
"Why not? It wasn't so terrible was it? And next time it wouldn't be
painful."
"But you're married and you're too old for me - and apart from that, I
don't fancy you."
"Not even a little bit"
She shook her head."Makes no difference anyway - you're married."
"But this is business - my wife knows all about it. It's not like being
unfaithful"
"What you wanted me to do in the bath wasn't business. There are no
cameras in here. That was for your pleasure. Anyway, there's a word for
women who do that as a business and I'm not a whore."
"What about the video tape?"
"That's blackmail, how could you after I just saved your life?"
"I hate to do it Allie but I really am in trouble. If I don't deliver the
book in time, I could lose all of this - the house, the cars everything.
It is quite possible that I would need more than a plaster for my legs
after certain friends of my publisher have finished with them."
Allie studied his face carefully. She wasn't sure whether he was telling
the truth or simply playing for sympathy.
"I thought that your publisher was good."
"He is - good at selling my books, but he does not publish bibles and he
is not a saint. He is a tough business man and he lives in a different
world to you and I."
"And he'd really break your legs or something?"
"I do not honestly know but it is not an experiment that I want to try."
Allie bit her lip thoughtfully. If she was honest with herself, she wasn't
too sorry about losing her virginity. The truth was that she was feeling
relieved that it was over with. She didn't have to worry what it would be
like now - she knew. She was worried that she could be pregnant but it
wasn't very likely. She hadn't told Groves-Ormsby - he could sweat for a
while - but it was the wrong time in her cycle, unless she was very
unlucky. There was very little that she could do about it now anyway.
"I'm still not sure that I want to do anymore. It isn't what I expected."
"You thought that it would be all tasteful poses draped over Grecian
pillars I suppose. Well it is up to you. As soon as my head settles a bit,
I will run you home. Think it over and let me know in the morning."
Groves-Ormsby stayed in the bathroom while Allie got dressed. As an after
thought, she slipped the manuscript into her jacket pocket. She could read
it tonight in bed. If she did agree to pose again, at least she'd know
what to expect next time.
He pushed an envelope into her hand as she got out of the car. Allie was
too busy hoping that her neighbours would see her alighting from a Jaguar
to think much about the envelope, until he was gone. She opened the packet
and nearly dropped it when she saw how much he'd paid her. The going rate
for a nude model appeared to be more than ten times that for a baby
sitter....

"So when are you going back for more?" said Trish.
"I'd already decided not to go back the next day but then I realised what
you meant when you said that you were prepared to be flexible at the right
price."
"So?" chorused her friends.
"All this happened last night and I couldn't miss our meeting so I phoned
and told him that I couldn't make it tonight."
"He said he'd sell the video if you didn't go back. Aren't you worried
what he'll do?" queried Lucy.
"Not tonight I'm not. I'm too drunk and too tired to worry about
anything."
Allie yawned and lay back with her hands under her head. She closed her
eyes.
"Tell me if anything exciting happens."
Trish turned to Lucy and stared intently at her friend's face.
"Not likely,"she whispered.
 Lucy trembled violently as she looked into Trish's searching eyes and saw
the question there. The innocent kisses of affection that they had
exchanged earlier had seemed daring then but the silent question in
Trish's eyes, the question that they both knew but neither of them could
voice, was for something different - something more. 

To be continued

The Englishman.


