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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish - NEW - part 25
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This is the twenty fifth 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  ( 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 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 25 for
Chrissake - where've you been?
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 24 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 25

...After what my new boss did to me at the interview, I was careful to
avoid any situation where it could happen again. That didn't stop him from
trying though. He was so confident that I wouldn't be able to resist his
charm. He though that all he had to do was wait around and I'd beg him to
fuck me. It didn't do him any good because I was beginning to like him
less and less as I found out more about his business. All that crap I
swallowed about chefs and artists and creative sex and what it all boiled
down to was flogging pornography. I still don't know how an MP could do
that."
"You obviously read the wrong papers then," said Allie. "I didn't think
you were a prude Trish."
She sucked on her cigarette and the tip glowed brightly, illuminating her
face and breasts with red light.
"There's nothing wrong with a horny book anyway."
"That's not what I'm talking about Allie. I don't think you'd find the
sort of filth that he pushes very horny. It's really hard core videos and
photographs. The Charisma Enhancement tablets are what they use to get the
sort of stuff that nobody in their right mind would do voluntarily. Videos
of women with animals and men with children - really sick stuff."
Lucy snuggled in closer and slid her foot along Trish's leg.
"Surely that's illegal. Why would they tell you about it?"
"I'd have guessed anyway. You only have to see the weird goings on up
there - and the stuff that got shipped in as well. I opened most of the
post and some of it was stills from videos and stuff like that"
"Oh shi-it!" Allie sat up and stubbed out her cigarette with a vicious
grinding motion. "That bastard!"
"Well he had me fooled at first..."
"Not him Trish. That creep Groves-Ormsby. That was what was in the bottle.
The aspirins that weren't aspirins - I remember now. It said Charisma
Enhancement on the label. Don't you see? Stills from videos. There wasn't
a drop of paint in sight - just video cameras. That's what he was doing
wasn't it?"
"It does look like it Allie. I mean there's no proof but..."
"I don't need proof. I know - I just know. He'd probably have given me
that shit next time I went there. He'd have got me to do anything he
wanted in his bloody video then."
"That's exactly what they did to me," said Trish. "It's what I've been
trying to tell you. I'd been working there a couple of weeks and Charles
Porter was beginning to get the message. I couldn't stop him from brushing
up against me and stuff like that but he knew that I was never going to
let him fuck me. Last week he came into the office and said he wanted to
talk about our relationship....."

Trish put the letter she'd been reading back into the in-tray. 
"I wasn't aware that we had a relationship Mr Porter," she said demurely.
Her boss smiled comfortably. "Not yet Trish. That's what I want to discuss
with you."
Trish returned his smile but her eyes were cold.
"I don't want a relationship with you so there's nothing to discuss."
"Let's have a drink and we'll talk about it shall we?
"I really don't want to talk about it and I'd rather not drink while I'm
working."
"Well you've have to stop working then. Just have a little one, I can't
drink on my own Trish."
"Okay, I'll have a tonic water if it makes you happy."
He walked to the small cabinet and took out two glasses. "Have a vodka in
it, yes?"
"Just the tonic please. I don't need alcohol to talk."
She watched him carefully, concerned that he would try to put vodka into
her drink but he poured the tonic from a fresh bottle and showed her the
glass. "Ice?"
"Yes please."
He carried both drinks to the leather couch and sat down. "Sit next to
me."
"I remember what happened the last time I sat next to you. I'd rather not
repeat the experience thanks."
"I get the feeling that you don't like me much Trish."
"It's not that," she lied. "I'm not interested in you sexually that's
all."
"Okay, I promise you that I won't lay a finger on you. Just sit next to
me."
Trish didn't have any arguments left and he was still her boss. She
decided to humour him. She sat as far from him as the couch would allow
and sipped at her tonic water. 
"So what happened Trish?" he said softly. "Why do you call me Mr. Porter
now - it used to be Chas?"
"I just thought it was too familiar," replied the youngster.
Her voice was subdued as she nervously wondered where this was going to
lead. 
"You are my boss after all and I thought we should... You know.. be more
sort of... well, businesslike."
"I see," sighed her boss. He attempted a friendly smile but Trish didn't
respond. She knew him for what he was now and it was going to take a lot
more than a smile to turn her round.
He tried another tack. 
"I seem to remember that we were pretty familiar the first time we met.
You appear to have gone cold on me since then. Have I done something to
offend you?"
"N-no, not really," mumbled Trish. 
The young girl cursed herself for getting so tongue-tied every time she
spoke to her boss. It was difficult to deny that even though she disliked
him intensely, she still felt drawn to him sexually. The worst of it was,
he seemed somehow to know that she still felt that way.
She could not deny the strange attraction, that she felt for him, to
herself but she was determined that nothing would ever happen between the
two of them. She had tried to be polite and firm but he still refused to
accept that she wasn't interested.
She decided, at that moment, that it was time that they settled the myth
that she was going to fall into his arms one day. The only way left, that
she could think of, was to threaten to leave. She took a deep breath to
steady her nerves.
"I'm sorry if you've somehow got the wrong idea about me Mr Porter but I'm
not interested in having an affair with you. If you want me to leave
because of that then I suppose I'll have to look for another job."
"There's no need for that Trish. Your job doesn't depend on me fucking
you."
Trish breathed a sigh of relief. "Well I'm glad we've sorted that out."
She drained her glass and stood up. "I've still got lots to do before I
go."
"Leave it Trish. Sit down. I haven't finished yet."
She looked perplexed. "I thought we'd agreed that nothing was going to
happen - what else is there?"
"I told you when you came here that I wanted to fuck you. I haven't
changed my mind about that."
"You also said you'd wait for me to ask you. Well that isn't going to
happen so what's to discuss?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
She sat reluctantly and crossed her hands primly on her lap. If he wanted
to talk, then she'd let him. If he wanted to pay her for sitting and doing
nothing, it was his loss. She couldn't see what was left to talk about but
she knew enough about his devious methods to make her nervous. 
Charles Porter lounged back and stretched his legs out in front of him.
His jacket was open and Trish noticed, for the first time, that he had a
paunch. It was obvious from the bulge in his trousers that he also had an
erection. He followed the direction of her eyes and laughed.
"See what you do to me Trish."
She held her hands firmly in her lap and looked away quickly - too
quickly. The room seemed to revolve for moment and she felt dizzy. 
"I'm sorry about that but I already told you, I'm not interested."
"You weren't very interested the first day you came here either - do you
get it? The first day you came here - right here on this couch. Don't you
remember? You were so excited. You came four or five times."
"I remember. You tricked me and took advantage."
"But you can't deny that you loved it."
Trish felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. She didn't want to
remember but she couldn't stop the images that filled her mind. The vivid
memory of the doorman with his penis in his hand - her boss's hand inside
her pants - his head between her thighs as he... She tried to quell the
thoughts - to deny what she plainly could feel between her legs. Why would
the memory of her humiliation arouse her like that?
Her eyes returned to the swelling in Charles Porter's trousers. He was
stroking it casually. Trish watched the slow careless movement of his hand
and pressed her thighs together tightly to suppress the slow pulse that
was beginning to distract her. He smiled smugly as she tried to hide her
interest in what he was doing
"Would you like to see it Trish?"
She shook her head emphatically. "No, I wouldn't."
"Are you sure? You got really turned on watching Jennings play with
himself."
"I don't want to see it and I don't want to get turned on either."
She stood up to let him know that she wasn't going to allow him to
embarrass her any further. A wave of dizziness hit her and she sat down
again. Her gaze was transfixed by the slow movement of his hand as he
caressed himself. She told herself that she wasn't interested but found
herself imagining what his penis would look like. There was no denying
that it was large - and it appeared to be growing larger.
She pressed her hands into her lap to still the throbbing which was
growing with every leisurely movement of his hand but she only succeeded
in making it worse. She couldn't understand why she was responding to his
lewd actions.
"Aren't you even a little bit turned on already?" he said slyly.
"No, I'm not - it'll take a lot more than that to turn me on. Now I really
have got some work to do."
"I thought it would take more than that Trish. That's why I offered you
the vodka."
"I know you were hoping to get me drunk, that's why I didn't have the
vodka"
He studied his swollen trouser front for a moment before he answered her. 
"No, but you had the ice, there are worse things than being drunk Trish."
Trish didn't understand what he meant but he was making her nervous. 
"I don't know what you're talking about but it makes no difference - I'm
not interested."
"It will. Give it time and it will definitely make a difference."
"Neither of will live that long," she said boldly. "Whatever you think and
however long you wait Mr Porter, you are not going to fuck me."
He smiled knowingly and studied her face for a moment.
"Are you sure that you don't want to see my cock. It's very hard you
know."
Her voice was a whisper. "I'm sure it is but no thank you."
She could lie to him but she couldn't deceive herself. Part of her did
want to see his erect penis. The part of her that throbbed moistly between
her legs. Concealed by the hand that rested on top, her fingers pressed
surreptitiously into the pulse between her thighs. What was the matter
with her? She knew that he was trying to arouse her but she couldn't
understand why he seemed to be succeeding.
"I'll bet that little pussy of yours is wet and hot now isn't it Trish?"
"No of course it isn't," her voice trembled and her pulsing vagina
screamed liar.
He stroked the swelling in his trousers with an exaggerated motion.
"I don't believe you. I think that your pussy is wet and it's ready for
this."
Trish felt herself blush hotly.
"Don't be ridiculous. I told you, I'm not interested."
"I think you're lying to me."
"That's silly. Why would I lie about that?"
He unzipped his fly slowly and Trish's stomach lurched as he released his
swollen penis.
"Because you don't want me to know that you're thinking about this."
She tried not to look but she was fascinated by the length and thickness
of it - of the bulbous purple head that shone with a film of clear liquid.
The pulse between her legs thudded fiercely as he stroked it lightly and
Trish watched as if hypnotised.
"Put it away," she whispered hoarsely. 
Charles Porter smiled and masturbated casually. Her eyes followed every
movement of his hand.
"You don't mean that do you Trish?"
She licked her dry lips and tried to say yes but the word wouldn't come.
One little word and she couldn't say it. It would be easy simply to get up
and walk away, if only she could move. She stared in silent fascination at
his erect penis and her fingers secretly pressed harder into the soft
pulse between her legs. She suddenly wanted to touch Porter's cock more
than anything else in the world. He repeated the question. 
"You don't want me to put it away do you?"
She shook her head slowly and hated herself for it.
"Do you want to watch me do this?"
She nodded reluctantly but she wanted more than to watch. She detested him
but she wanted to touch him - to feel the slick wetness of him on her
fingers - to taste the tears of lust that seeped from his rigid cock.
"Don't you want to touch it Trish?"
She didn't answer but she didn't need to. He could see the longing in her
eyes. All she had to do was ask and he would let her feel the smooth
hardness of him throbbing in her hand - in her cunt. God help her - in her
mouth.
"Say it Trish."
Her voice was barely audible. 
"Yes.. yes I want to touch it," she muttered reluctantly.
"Tell me the truth, you are wet down there, aren't you?"
She wanted to deny it but there was no point - he knew. Her head nodded,
more slowly this time. He slid his hand tauntingly down the length of his
penis and Trish almost screamed with longing for it. 
"Show me Trish. Show me how ready you are for me."
She didn't move. Every nerve in her body was screaming for release. All
she could think of was the overwhelming urge to touch him. She stared
hungrily at the stiff shaft of flesh and she felt herself flood anew.
"I want to see how wet you are Trish. Come here and show me and I'll let
you hold my cock."
She stood up and swayed unsteadily. There was no reason to think about
what he told her to do. There was nothing else to do except what he
wanted. She staggered two steps but it was as if she was moving through
water. Everything felt as if it had slowed down and it seemed to take for
ever before she was standing in front of him. He beckoned her forward but
his legs were still stretched out straight and she was forced to stand
with one foot either side of him. She reached out to touch him. Her
fingers brushed the hot skin and felt the hardness of him and she couldn't
suppress her gasp of gratitude. He shook his head.
"Not yet. Show me first."
She unhooked the single clasp at the waist of her skirt and tugged
clumsily at the zip on the side. Her skirt fell and crumpled across his
outstretched legs. Now he could see how wet her panties were but he smiled
and shook his head. 
"I want to see your cunt Trish. Show me how wet your cunt is."
She felt neither shame nor pride as she pulled her panties to one side -
it was simply what he wanted her to do. His tongue swiped greedily across
his lips as he stared at the glistening wet lips of her exposed sex. He
gestured impatiently with his hand. She knew what he meant. She hooked her
thumbs into the elastic waist of her panties and slid them down to her
knees. His outstretched legs were between hers and they prevented her
panties from descending any further. She looked pleadingly from his eyes
to his penis but he shook his head.
"Take them off first."
She held his knee for balance and lifted one foot. She pulled her pants
free and let them slide down her other leg. Her hands were already
reaching for him as she stepped out of her pants. Charles Porter stared
between her parted legs with unconcealed enthusiasm. He beckoned her
forward and she moved until her groin was only inches from his face but he
still wasn't satisfied.
"More Trish - I want to see more. Open it for me."
Her fingers slid between the slippery lips of her pussy and separated them
for his examination. He sighed and nodded with satisfaction at the sight
of the delicate pink flesh that shone with the liquid proof of her
arousal. Trish shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath between her
open thighs and she felt a fresh surge of moisture flood her fingers. 
He extended a curious finger and ran it lightly through the wetness
between her legs. A feeling of such intensity flashed from her groin that
she almost fell. His finger was wet with her lubrication and he showed her
before he touched it softly against her mouth. Her lips parted and he slid
his finger into her mouth. She sucked obediently on his finger but her
eyes were on his erect penis.
"You want it don't you?"
She nodded helplessly.
"You remember what you have to do?"
 She knew what he meant. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt swollen but
she would have to ask him to do it.
"Please..."
He looked at her impassively. The only change in his expression was a
slightly raised eyebrow.
"Please do it. I want you to fuck me."
He patted the couch, next to him and she sat. She reached for him and this
time he allowed her to touch his erection. She stroked it reverently with
shaking finger tips and he responded immediately. He knelt between her
legs and grasped her hips. She didn't release her hold on his penis as he
pulled her unresisting body towards him. Her shaking hand guided him as
his penis neared its destination. 
When the tip of his penis touched her opening she would have cried out if
she'd been able to breath. He pulled her slowly onto his waiting penis and
his quivering hardness penetrated her smoothly. Then he released his hold
on her hips and sank further onto her until he was buried inside her. She
found her breath and cried out in relief as he filled her completely. When
his hips lunged forwards she trembled and pushed back against him. 
He tore open the buttons of her blouse and she helped him eagerly. He
smiled encouragingly and continued to thrust steadily into her as she
pulled impatiently at the tiny buttons. Then his hands were inside her
gaping blouse and gliding over her taut breasts. He clutched the small
firm globes and squeezed hard. She grunted with pain but when he released
the pressure, a tremendous wave of warmth surged from her breasts. She
came almost instantly but her cry of relief quickly turned into a shrill
scream as she felt his hot sperm jet into her. She ground herself against
him as her orgasm continued to wrack her body.
 When his softening penis slipped wetly from her, she groaned her
disappointment. She stared with unsatisfied longing at his limp penis. It
was too quick - she wanted more but he was clearly in condition to satisfy
her now. 
"We waited too long Trish. It was over too quickly."
She nodded still unable to speak but part of her wondered, not why they
had waited so long but why she had relented at all. She detested him so
strongly and yet she had been incapable of saying no to her body's craving
for him. 
Her stomach churned with excitement as she gazed at his flaccid cock. She
still wanted more of the irresistible length of flesh and her body didn't
care that it belonged to this despicable man whom she hated so vehemently.
He sat next to her with his legs apart. She reached out and her hands held
his limp penis reverently. 
It was sticky with a mixture of her lubrication and his sperm. She stroked
the loose skin back from the tip and a tiny pearl of semen appeared from
the open eye of his exhausted prick.. The minute droplet was nothing
compared to the flood that had filled her so recently but it was there. A
tiny bead of the sweet liquid that she thirsted for. All she had to do was
touch her tongue to the tip and she could taste it. A compulsive urge
surged through her to drink from the potent fountain of virility.


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 Noo-oo !.....  I did it again...   The ORGY !!
 There will be an orgy

...honest !
