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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish - NEW - part 24
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This is the twenty fourth part of a complete novel. Blah Blah.....
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! ! Yeah ... Yeah....  yeah
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT  ( YAWN) or are likely to be offended
by graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest,
and Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
(FIDGET) Regular readers (if they haven't died of old age waiting for end
of this) of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will know
what to expect. (YAWN) IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! ! (ZZZ-ZZZ)

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To those who are looking for instant gratification, this is part 24 for
Chrissake - where were you?
This is not a short story. (Pretty obvious by now, I'd have thought) 
I have tried to take the time to develop the characters so that their
experiences will be more real. (By now you will know if I succeeded.) If
you're just looking for the sex, some of it's here but it won't be real of
course. Without the other 23 parts the story will make no sense at all and
you've also missed most of the REALLY GOOD sex. (Apart from the ORGY of
course)


				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman
Part 24

She felt her body growing hot and when she remembered to breathe, the air
escaped from her lungs with an audible sigh. She was acutely aware now of
Charles Porter's hand on her leg. It had moved a little higher while her
attention was distracted and it was now halfway along her thigh. If it
went any further she would stop him but for the moment she was afraid of
breaking the spell. 
The doorman's chest was heaving now and she could hear his harsh panting
through the speakers. It was obvious that he was close to coming and Trish
found herself watching eagerly as a clear droplet of semen appeared at the
tip of his swollen penis. She felt Charles Porter's hand slide along her
thigh and under her skirt. She put her hand over his to stop him.
"Don't do that."
"Can you see what Frank is doing?"
His hand moved again and, despite the pressure of her own hand on his, he
gained another couple of inches.
"Of course I can see. Please stop doing that."
"He's watching you and he's masturbating. What do you think he's thinking
about Miss Roundtree?"
"He's thinking about me I suppose but he hasn't got his hand up my skirt.
Will you stop doing that."
His fingers had almost reached her panties and she wondered how to stop
him without making a fuss or offending her new employer.
"He's thinking about fucking you Miss Roundtree. You lost the wager my
dear and this is the forfeit."
His fingers grazed her moist sex through her panties and sent a thrill
through her body. He was right - she had lost their bet but she hadn't
expected anything like this. She held his wrist to restrain his hand but
she knew that if she dishonoured the bet she couldn't accept the job. The
alternative was to allow him to continue. The words of bravado that she'd
uttered to Allie and Lucy returned to mock her. 
"I need a job and money and I could be flexible if I get desperate."
On the screen, the doorman's hand was a blur of motion as he masturbated
frantically but her employer's leisurely fingers were moving slowly. He
took time to savour and explore the sensitive area around Trish's vagina.
Every movement of his fingertips was relayed to her limp hand which now
rested unresisting on his. 
His fingers were inside her panties now and the doorman was panting
furiously as he pumped vigorously towards his climax.
"Can you see Miss Roundtree? He's holding his cock and imagining that it's
in here - inside your pussy"
"Yes, I can see," she murmured weakly. 
His words made the fantasy more real and she felt herself begin to respond
to the unreal situation. Her head spun in confusion and she was no longer
sure what was creating the most excitement. She saw herself, on the
screen, oblivious to what was happening as Jennings fucked her in his
imagination. The two images grew confused in her mind and she imagined
that he really was fucking the unsuspecting youngster.
A thick finger insinuated itself gently into her heated vagina and fucked
her slowly. Her confusion grew until she could no longer distinguish
between herself and her image, or between the doorman's penis and her
boss's finger. Her bewildered mind shared the doorman's fantasy that he
was fucking her. She could feel him fucking her.
She held her breath as her excitement mounted. On screen the magnified
penis erupted in gouts of milky white sperm. She released her breath in a
squeal of surprise as she climaxed with a prolonged spasm of every muscle
in her body.
Charles Porter's finger slowed to a halt but he didn't remove it. 
They sat in silence for a moment or two. Trish was still recovering from
the shock of what had happened and Charles Porter had no need to speak.
Trish assumed for a moment that she had paid her forfeit but her new boss
had other ideas. His hand stirred slightly and his fingers gradually
renewed their stimulating movement. Trish's heart sank as she realised
that he hadn't finished with her yet. 
The feeling grew again - stronger this time. The youngster wondered
briefly how many times constituted a forfeit before her excitement mounted
and her hips began to take up the rhythm of his skilful manipulation. She
felt her climax approaching like a violent storm and her legs parted as
her body shook with the tumultuous sensations that ripped through her. 
She was suddenly afraid of the powerful emotions that racked her body. Was
he just getting her ready for something more? He had complete control of
her and the situation now. There would be nothing she could do to stop him
from doing anything he wanted to. She was so far gone that she wasn't even
sure that she wanted to stop him.
Without pausing in his relentless stimulation, he dropped to his knees in
front of her and flicked his tongue lightly along her open legs. His
fingers continued to caress her as his lips and tongue moved smoothly up
her thighs. 
Trish shook and moaned with uncontrolled passion as the twin torments of
his fingers and tongue drove her to new heights that she had never
suspected. His fingers suddenly ceased their torment as he lifted and
separated her unresisting legs so that her crotch was open and accessible
for his mouth. He pulled her brief panties to one side and she felt his
burning breath on her vagina just before his tongue plunged into her. 
She screamed wildly in ecstatic abandon as her climax hit her like a
whirlwind but he didn't stop. His mouth and tongue induced orgasm after
orgasm to rip through her body tearing her objections into shreds as she
shook with pleasure.
Finally he slowed and stopped. Trish slumped exhausted on the couch. Too
weak to say anything she closed her eyes and wondered what he planned for
her next. He stroked her hair tenderly and her eyes flicked open. 
"I suppose you intend to fuck me now," she whispered in a voice already
resigned to defeat.
He sounded shocked. 
"Of course not. That would be over familiar considering the fact that
we've only just met."
He kissed her forehead lightly and studied her puzzled expression with
amusement.
"Wasn't what you just did to me a trifle over familiar Mr Porter?"
He shrugged.
"That was a bet Miss Roundtree - a matter of honour. I wouldn't take
advantage of you. I will fuck you but not until you want me to."
"That will be never," she said determinedly. "I don't want you to fuck me
now or any other time."
"You wanted me to just now," he reminded her. "Of course, you were so
excited that it would have been dishonourable to take advantage of you."
Trish shook her head slowly, hardly able to believe what she was hearing.
 Charles Porter smiled confidently. "I'll wait until you come to me and
say that you want me to fuck you."
The shame that she felt for not only submitting to his advances but
enjoying them as well, turned to anger. She was already angry with herself
for her own weakness but his arrogant assumption ignited her ire and
focused it on him.
"That will never happen. If that was what you wanted, you should have done
it to me while you had the chance because you won't get another one."
The boyish grin that had captivated her earlier flashed across his face
but now it only made her more angry with him.
"I don't want to do it to you Miss Roundtree. I want to do it with you -
which means you have to want to as well. When I fuck you it will be an
occasion, not a stolen moment of selfish indulgence."
"You've got some nerve," she snapped acidly.
"You mean IF you fuck me, not when, and don't hold your breath because
it'll never happen."
He smiled an irritatingly confident smile. 
"Never, sounds very final. You can't say never."
"Yes I can - I don't like men very much and I don't like them touching me
at all so your chances of actually fucking me are nil."
"Do you mean that you prefer women?"
Trish didn't try to hide the look of annoyance that crossed her face. Why
did everyone assume that if you didn't like men, you had to be a lesbian.
What kind of arrogance made this man think that he was so attractive to
women that only a lesbian could reject him.
"I'm not a lesbian though I'm sure that you'd prefer me to be. You're
precious male ego could cope with that more easily than being rejected.
Even if I did like men, I'd choose one myself - not just submit to anyone
who poked his finger up me and thought that I'd fall at his feet."
"What's made you so bitter about men?"
"It's none of your business but if you must know - I was raped."
Porter's face fell and he sounded genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry, I
didn't know."
"You're sorry that you didn't know or sorry I was raped? - You're
certainly not sorry for what you just did to me?"
"Both - If I'd known, I wouldn't have done it. I didn't think that you'd
be this upset."
"Of course you didn't but don't pretend to be sorry because your attitude
is no different to the pig who raped me. He assumed that I'd like it once
he started, the same as you just did."
Trish fixed her would-be seducer with an icy glare as if defying him to
argue with her. 
"I swore after he raped me that if another man ever touched me, I'd kill
him. The real joke is that I thought for a silly moment that you might be
different. Well I was wrong - you're all the same. I should have known
better than to think that there was such a thing as a decent man."
Charles Porter stared at her in stunned silence. Her face was flushed and
she was panting with the exertion of her furious outburst. Even through
her anger she could see that he wasn't used to being shouted at. She only
half regretted her angry attack on him. He opened his mouth to reply but
she hadn't finished.
"I know that I've just lost the job but I don't care. You can poke the job
up your arse."
She added, with heavy irony, "You never know you might enjoy it once
you've started."
She sat back exhausted by her tirade. To her astonishment he laughed. She
gaped at him as if he had gone mad as tears rolled down his cheeks and he
fought for breath. He clutched his stomach and pulled a face.
"That hurts. I haven't laughed like that for months and before you carry
out your threat to kill me, I'm not laughing at you."
"It doesn't look like it."
"No really. I was laughing at the image you must have of me, poking your
job up my arse and trying to enjoy it."
Trish was still angry but his laughter was infectious and she had to
struggle not to smile. She turned the corners of her mouth down into a
parody of a scowl.
"I didn't actually picture you doing it, but since you mention it - I can
see you bent double, stuffing contracts up yourself like a squirrel hiding
its nuts. Not very dignified at all Mr. Porter - in fact you look pretty
silly."
He looked wounded. "Do you have to call me Mr Porter - that sounds so
formal and polite."
She shrugged. "What's the difference - I'm never likely to see you again
so I may as well be polite."
The laughter in his voice disappeared and his face fell. 
"You are entitled to be angry at me - I behaved badly and I've no excuse."
"It doesn't matter now does it?" she muttered sullenly.
"You are a very beautiful young woman and I took advantage of you. I'm
sorry."
"I'm not a woman - I'm still a girl - seventeen years old and you're old
enough to be my grandfather."
"Please believe me - I am truly sorry. I'm even sorrier that you don't
want the job because you'd be perfect for it."
"You mean I'm not sacked?"
"How can I sack you when you haven't agreed to take the job - and even if
you had agreed - how could I sack you for behaving exactly in the way that
made me decide to hire you in the first place."
"So the offer's still open then?"
"If you still want the job. Do you want it?"
"I don't know. You've confused me and I'm still angry at you."
"I'll give you a rise."
"How much?"
They both laughed and Trish revised her opinion of him again. He was
certainly a confusing man but she was sure that whatever the job involved,
it would never become boring.
"Can you start on Monday?"
"I thought I'd started already."
"As long as you don't expect to be paid for today."
"As long as you understand that you are not going to fuck me."
"What - Never?"
She grinned cheekily. "Apparently I'm not allowed to say never - it's too
final."
He glanced at his gold Gucci watch and pursed his lips.
"I've got an appointment in half an hour. Can I offer you a lift
somewhere?"
"As long as it's not a Rolls-Royce, you can run me home. I don't want the
neighbours to talk"
"I'm sorry but it's the only car I have since I lost the Ministerial one."
Trish squealed with delight. 
"Are you serious? A Rolls-Royce?"
"Of course I'm serious. If you've never done it in the back of a Roller,
then you've never done it."
"That makes me a virgin again and I'll be sitting in the back - on my own
- just in case you've got any plans Mr Porter."
"Won't you call me Charles?"
She shook her head firmly. "It sounds too pompous. I'll call you Mr
Porter."
"Well can I call you Patricia?"
"My friends call me Trish - you can call me that if you like," she
offered.
"In that case you could call me Chas."
"Okay - yes, I like that - Chas."
He managed to persuade her to sit in the front with him. 
"I'll feel like your chauffeur otherwise Trish."
His hand strayed to her knee a couple of times but he removed it hastily
when she frowned at him. She didn't object when he gave her a chaste kiss
on the forehead as she got out of the car. The neighbours probably thought
that he was her rich uncle...


"I bet that Charles Porter doesn't think of you as a niece," said Lucy.
"Not unless he's into incest as well," giggled Allie. 
She groaned and clapped her hand to her mouth in dismay.
"I'm sorry Lucy - I didn't mean ..."
Lucy shrugged. "It doesn't matter - I deserve it anyway."
Trish grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her gently. 
"Stop feeling so bloody guilty Luce. For a start your step-father's not
even related to you, so it wasn't incest."
"That's right - and it's not as if you fucked him. All you did was suck
his cock," added Allie.
"How can you say 'that's all' he's my mother's husband," said Lucy
miserably.
"And if 'that's all', how come you wouldn't do it with your artist?" added
Trish
"I expect I would," said Allie carelessly. "I just didn't want to. I
expect I'll have to eventually though if I want to keep this modelling
job."
"That isn't all I did anyway," Lucy confessed in a small voice.
"You mean there's more? This is turning into a right saga. Come on then
you can't hold out on us now."
"I suppose not but..." She turned to Trish with tears in her eyes. 
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better but there's no way that any of
it was down to you"
"Yes it was," said Trish grimly. "and before you start telling us all
about your terrible sin - if that's what it was, you'd better let me
finish. You'll probably hate me when I tell you what happened."
"No she won't Trish," said Allie vehemently. "We'll never hate each other.
I might not be ready to do what you and Lucy did but I love both of you
enough to know that we couldn't hate each other."
Lucy nodded tearfully. "She's right Trish. Don't talk about hating - I
don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you and Allie."
Trish sighed. "Okay but it's getting late. What time do you two have to be
home. I don't want to get you into any more trouble."
"I could ring my parents - tell them I'll be late. They know where I am,"
said Allie.
"What about you Luce, will your step-dad kick up if you're late."
"He can't do much over the phone can he?"
"You still have to face him when you get in."
Lucy's eyes pleaded silently. 
"Not if I stayed the night. He'll have gone to work by the time I get
home."
"You can't stay without me," said Allie "I'm not missing any of the
scandal. Couldn't we both stay Trish?"
"I'd like you to but there's only one bed and my dad will be on the couch
watching telly all night."
"No problem," grinned Allie. "You and Lucy have the bed and I'll kip on
the floor. I can sleep quite well on floor boards."
"Not very soundly though. "Trish said sarcastically. "That okay with you
Luce?"
"Yes plea... I mean sure - why not?"
"Well that seems to be settled. The phone's in the hall. I'll sort out
some blankets for Allie while you're making your excuses."
The room was in semi-darkness when the girls returned. Trish was sitting
up in bed though she was still wearing her silk blouse. She'd arranged
blankets into a rough bed for Allie.
"There's pyjamas on the dresser if you want them. Sorry but I'm not the
nightie sort."
"I'm okay in my bra and pants," said Lucy.
"Not in my bed you're not. Take them off Luce."
Lucy blushed crimson at Trish's directness in front of Allie but their
friend laughed.
"She's right, you've been wearing them all day, you insanitary little cow.
You might as well take 'em off and save Trish the trouble later."
"Allie! You're so crude."
"No I'm not. No secrets, remember?"
"When you two have stopped bickering perhaps you'll sort out what you're
doing. It doesn't matter what Lucy wears because once she's heard what I'm
going to tell you, she'll probably prefer to sleep with you Allie."
Lucy quickly stripped and slid into bed alongside Trish.
"I'm staying here till morning," she whispered, "whatever you tell us."
Allies lighter flared as she lit a cigarette. The flickering light
revealed that she had left the pyjamas on the dresser. She blew a stream
of smoke into the air. 
"Shall we get the confession over with then Trish? The sooner you tell us,
the sooner we can forgive you."
Lucy felt the heat of Trish's thigh an inch from hers and she shivered.
She pressed her leg lightly against the smooth warmth.
"I've forgiven you in advance," she said softly.
Trish smiled at her in the darkness. She felt for her hand and held it.
"Okay, you asked for it. The company I work for makes those tablets that
you took Luce."
Allie's voice floated through the darkness. "That's hardly your fault
Trish. You only work there."
"Yeah well, I still knew what they were and what they're used for."
Lucy squeezed her hand reassuringly. 
"It's still not your fault. You couldn't stop them from selling the
stuff."
"I don't know how hard I'd have tried. I'd never have put up with what
Charles Porter did to me if I hadn't needed the job so badly."
"Didn't sound as bad as what Groves-Ormsby did to me and I've still got
more to come."
"Sounds as if you're looking forward to it. Anyway I haven't told you all
of it yet. Just listen and stop interrupting will you...

To be continued

The Englishman.

About 2 - 3  parts left to go.
Now would be a great time to fill out a short note to let me know how it's
going. 
Are you confused - excited - bored rigid - just rigid?
Is it heading where you expected?
Is it too much/too little/ too long/ too short?
Too explicit/too tame/too predictable/ too Twin Peaks.
Believable/Absolutely not believable/Who gives a shit.

A little adulation and Ego massaging never goes amiss either.

Oh BUGG-ER !.....  The ORGY - went clean out of my mind.
 Never mind - next time....

...honest !

