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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish -  NEW - part 27
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This is the twenty seventh 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 27 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 26 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 27

Trish's parents had both gone out and they had the house to themselves.
Allie explained her idea to her friends.
"So what makes you think that Gary will co-operate?" said Trish. 
She was dubious about the whole plan. Too many things depended on too many
other things for her liking.
"He hasn't got much choice really, has he?" said Lucy. "He's got to have
that stuff back or he's in serious trouble. I think he'll do whatever we
ask him. It's a brilliant idea Allie."
Allie waved the compliment away modestly with careless gesture.
"It'll be brilliant if it works, except that you'll be job hunting again
Trish."
Trish shrugged. "It's not as if I love the job and I'm not staying there
for the money. I'd have been looking for another job weeks ago if Porter
wasn't blackmailing me."
"You'd better ring Gary and tell him his problems are solved Luce."
"He's not going to like what we've got planned for him."
"Maybe not but like you said he hasn't got a lot of choice."
Trish shook her head doubtfully. She'd go along with it but she was still
unconvinced that the plan would work and if it didn't, they'd all be in a
lot more trouble that they were now. She tried to sound enthusiastic.
"When are you going back to your film producer friend Allie?"
"I'll ring him when Lucy's set things up with Gary. Stop worrying Trish,
this is going to work."
"You'll be taking all the risks Allie, aren't you worried that it might go
wrong?" said Lucy with a frown.
"No pain, no gain Luce. I'd rather just think about the look on their
faces when it goes right."

Allie pulled hard on the wrought iron bar and heard a bell jangle faintly
from within. Groves-Ormsby must have been waiting because the door opened
almost immediately. He smiled easily as he led Allie inside. 
"I knew you wouldn't let me down."
Allie pushed the door shut. She said a silent thank you that his back was
to her and she carefully slipped a small piece of card between the catch
and the door frame. 
"You didn't give me much choice did you?"
"I'm sorry about that but you know my situation Allie," he said
apologetically.
"Let's just get on with it shall we?"
He led the way down the steps to his studio.
"You know we have to finish this today Allie. It upset my schedule when
you didn't come yesterday."
"I can't help feeling ill. Anyway I'm sure we'll finish it all today."
He looked curiously at her. "How do you know? You don't even know how much
is left to do."
She shrugged casually to hide the tension that she was feeling.
"What about a drink before we start? I'm a bit nervous about what you said
I had to do."
"Don't worry it's easy. Anyone can suck cock. You get a taste for it."
He laughed at his weak joke and Allie winced.
"I hope you're right," she said and she meant it more than he could
possibly guess.
She accepted the whisky and breathed a mental sigh of relief that he'd
poured one for himself as well.
"You'd better get changed, we've got a lot to do," prompted Groves-Ormsby.
"I need to go to bathroom first."
He glanced at his watch impatiently. "Well go then but hurry it up Allie.
I want to get started."
She whispered to herself as she hurried to the bathroom. "I'll just bet
you do."
She locked the door and hurried to the medicine cabinet. The bottle was
still there and she breathed another sigh of relief. 
She muttered, "So far so good," to herself as she carefully tipped four of
the tablets into her hand and emptied the rest of the bottle into the
lavatory before flushing it.
Groves-Ormsby was busy with the lights when she got back and it was easy
for her to slip two of the pills into his glass. They dissolved quickly,
leaving no trace and she silently blessed Gary for being right about that
much. She just hoped that he'd perform the rest of his task as smoothly.
Groves-Ormsby turned from what he was doing. "Haven't you changed yet
Allie?"
"What am I supposed to be wearing?"
"Just your bra and pants, that's all."
She hesitated. "No costume?"
"No costume, bra and pants to start with and then nothing at all."
"What about the script. Don't I have to read what we're going to do?"
He walked over and began to unfasten her buttons.
"There's no script Allie. You are going to suck my cock. You don't need to
read how to do that do you?"
She pulled away from him. "I'm perfectly capable of taking my own clothes
off thank you."
"Then get on with it. I want to get started."
"I'm sure you do," she sneered. "Been looking forward to this have you?
Getting yourself all worked up at the thought of getting your cock sucked
by a school girl."
The young girl saw beads of sweat begin to form on his upper lip. He was
hooked for sure and from the way he was shaking. Allie guessed that he'd
been anticipating this moment since she'd left him the last time. He
grabbed his drink and swallowed it with one gulp.
"Don't start getting funny about it," he snapped angrily. "You agreed to
this, remember?"
She nodded reluctantly and tried to hide her delight as her eyes fixed on
his empty glass. She didn't know how long it would take but she knew that
she would have to stall him for as long as possible. She began to unbutton
her blouse, feeling more embarrassed than she had expected. He'd already
seen her in the nude but this time she was sober and her hands shook as
she removed the blouse.
"Come on Allie, hurry up and get your skirt off."
"What about you? Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked, stalling
for time.
"Not yet. I want to film you doing everything, or should I say undoing
everything?"
She unfastened her skirt and nervously held onto it for a moment before
allowing it to fall to the floor. She could feel his eyes on her body and,
clad only in her bra and brief pants, she felt vulnerable. If things
didn't go to plan, she was completely at his mercy. If the tablets took
effect sooner than Gary had said, then nothing would stop Groves-Ormsby
from performing any depraved act he could think of. She would have no
chance of fighting him off and he certainly wouldn't be in a mood to
discuss it with her. All she could think of was to delay him as long as
possible.
"Aren't you going to wash it? You did last time."
"I washed before you arrived."
"I've only got your word for that. I want to see you wash it before it
goes anywhere near my mouth."
He was growing agitated and Allie wondered whether it was just impatience
or the pills were beginning to work. He sighed in exasperation and she
smiled as she followed him to the bathroom.
He swore furiously while he washed himself and, under Allie's direction,
he was forced to rinse his penis again after he'd dried it. She swore that
she'd seen some soap left and if he wanted her to throw up over him, that
was fine by her. All the time she was straining her ears for the sound of
the door bell. She didn't think that she would be able to hear it from the
studio, but she prayed for it just the same.
She couldn't delay any longer. Groves-Ormsby was becoming more agitated by
the moment and she could see, from the difficulty that he had in
refastening his zip, that the drug was beginning to take effect.
She followed him reluctantly back to the studio and he turned on the
cameras and lights.
"Over here Allie, in front of me"
Dreading what was to come, she silently obeyed.
"Now kneel down and unzip me slowly."
She did as he said, as slowly as she could but despite all of the delaying
tactics that she could muster, her fingers were on his zip and even before
it was unfastened, she could feel his hardness straining for release. She
struggled to pull the zip past the solid bulge in his trousers and
suddenly it burst free.
She'd seen when he washed that he wasn't wearing underpants but she was
still taken by surprise by the speed of it's emergence. She was shocked
rigid by the size of it. The drug was definitely working and it seemed
that it increased desire so much that Groves-Ormsby erection was ready
swollen to twice its normal size.
The effect wasn't only physical. Groves-Ormsby was having real trouble
controlling himself. His face was flushed and his breathing was harsh and
heavy. Without any thought for the cameras, he thrust himself desperately
at Allie's mouth. She held him firmly and turned her head to one side.
"I thought we had to do it slowly for the film," she reminded him
helpfully.
"Fuck the film. Just do it," he snarled.
He seized her hair and pulled her face round so that his monstrous
erection was poised in front of her lips. Allie was tempted to just do as
he wanted. This was a new experience and she was curious to find out what
it was like. She objected to being forced and his grip on her hair was
painful. If she was going to do this, it would be her way.
"Let go of my hair. You don't have to force me," she hissed through
gritted teeth. "Let go or I'll bite the bloody thing off and spit it in
your face."
Somehow her threat penetrated the fog of lust that enveloped him. He
released her hair but his hand was still behind her head, pushing her
forward onto him. She was left with no choice. With a loud sigh and a
silent curse at Gary, she parted her lips and extended the tip of her
tongue to the angry head of Groves-Ormsby's penis.
As her tongue touched him lightly, she heard him groan loudly. She almost
missed the sound of the doorbell. ...

Charles Porter tapped the head of his furled umbrella impatiently. He
wasn't a patient man when events were running smoothly and tonight, events
were running far from smoothly. He had no objection to mixing business
with pleasure but tonight's business promised very little pleasure. 
He'd had to postpone the plans he'd made for tonight and that had lowered
his tolerance level considerably. He'd been looking forward, with keen
anticipation, to another attack on Trish's determination not to have
anything to do with him. He was still convinced that, with the right
handling, she would give herself to him without the aid of drugs.
He pulled the bell handle and banged the end of his umbrella again on the
heavy door and swore softly under his breath.
The door swung open slowly and despite his efforts to push it, the butler
held it firmly.
"Can I help you sir?" said the butler with cool deference.
"Yes dammit, let me in," fumed Porter impatiently.
"And you are sir?"
"Charles Porter, You idiot!"
"And is the master expecting you sir?"
"Of course he is you bloody fool. He rang me and asked me round. Doesn't
he tell you anything?"
"Yes sir, the master did mention something now that you ask - but you know
how it is - One cannot be too careful these days."
Charles Porter strode past him into the hall and glared around him.
"Where is he then?"
"If you would come this way sir. The master asked if you would wait in the
library. I'm sure he won't keep you waiting too long."
The butler took Porter's coat and led the way.
"Perhaps I can get you a drink while you are waiting sir?"
"No I.. Oh yes all right, I'll have a large vodka, and tell your master
that I'm waiting will you."
"Yes sir. Will that be plain vodka or would you like something in it?"
"Just ice, that's all."
Gary grinned as he turned away. He was beginning to enjoy himself and the
fun was only just starting.
Charles Porter sipped at his vodka and glanced idly at the rows of books.
Nothing there to interest him. He wondered why Groves-Ormsby never kept
copies of the books he wrote. Shelves full of every kind of book on every
conceivable subject but the one subject that interested him - the one
subject that inextricably linked the two men.
The television in the corner caught his eye. The sound was muted but it
had been left turned on. He glanced at the screen and almost choked.
Unable to deal with a reputable company because of the subject matter, he
relied on Groves-Ormsby to edit his personal video tapes. 
Compared to what was filmed here in the studio, his own efforts were
clumsy. He'd never considered that Groves-Ormsby would find his tapes
interesting enough to have kept a copy for himself. It was a breach of his
personal business and Groves-Ormsby would be made to pay for his
transgression. Of all his video tapes, he prized the one of Trish's
debauchment most and he wasn't prepared to tolerate a pervert like
Groves-Ormsby sullying Trish's image by watching her and probably
masturbating over her as well.
He swallowed his vodka without thinking as his eyes were drawn to images
on the screen. She was so beautiful, he was getting an erection just
looking at her. He groaned softly as he saw her open her mouth and take
his penis inside.
He watched the erotic scene breathlessly and, as his excitement grew, his
hand went unconsciously to his groin. He was astonished at the size and
rigidity of his erection. 
He watched Trish bringing him to orgasm with her mouth and cursed
Groves-Ormsby again for keeping him away from her tonight. The pressure of
his hand on his penis increased and at that moment he wanted Trish more
than he'd ever wanted anything. He'd forgotten his subtle plans to seduce
her, to persuade her without the aid of Charisma Enhancement. As his hand
increased its momentum, all he could think of was to fuck her anyway that
he could, and if she wasn't here, he just wanted to fuck someone - anyone.
"The master will see you now sir."
Porter turned guiltily at the sound of the butler's voice and Gary fought
to hide his amusement when he glanced down at the dark stain bulging from
the other man's groin.
"If you'll follow me sir, I'll take you to him."
Charles Porter hobbled after the retreating figure. He gave a last
backward look at the image of Trish flickering on the television screen.
Her pale cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him. He'd seen it before but
wished he could see himself come inside her again. He wished above all
that she was here now so that he could do it to her instead of watching
her do it to him.

Allie pushed Groves-Ormsby's hand away from her head and let his penis
slide out of her mouth. Despite her initial misgivings, she'd discovered
that she was enjoying the new experience. Not just the feeling of a man's
penis in her mouth and on her tongue, but the power she was able to exert
over him. 
There was no doubt in her mind that she was in command of the helpless
man's actions. Groves-Ormsby had relinquished his control of the situation
and his authority over her from the moment that her tongue had slid
silkily across his penis. She was reluctant to stop but it was time to
move on and the pressure of his hand on her head provided the excuse she
needed.
"If you don't let go of me, I'll stop doing it."
"No, don't stop - not now," he pleaded desperately.
She stood up regretfully, still holding his erect penis. His body was
shaking with unconcealed frustration and his eyes pleaded with her to
continue. She maintained a slight movement of her hand on his rigid organ,
though he had no need of extra stimulation. It was her own reluctance to
release him that kept her hand there. 
"Take your clothes off," she commanded. "I want this inside me properly."
He stared blankly at her for a moment and then, when he realised that she
was serious, he began to tear at his clothes. As she watched him pulling
frantically at his shirt, Allie was forced to admit to herself that, not
only had she enjoyed sucking his cock, her actions had aroused her to the
point where she wanted more. She was telling the truth when she said that
she wanted him inside her, but that was not the plan. 
She stared in wonder at the contrast between his abnormally swollen penis
and her small hand which was barely able to hold it. Even though she knew
that the Charisma Enhancement was responsible for the exaggerated size and
hardness of Groves-Ormsby's penis, she felt a strange pride that it was
her that his rock hard penis wanted. 
She was grateful that he hadn't been this big when he'd taken her
virginity. He'd have torn her to pieces. Nevertheless, it was impressive
and under other circumstances she would definitely like to feel him inside
her again. She trembled with thwarted desire as she gazed at
Groves-Ormsby's naked body. 
He wasn't a small man but the massively thick appendage that jutted
towards her from his groin appeared to dwarf him. There was no sign of
Gary yet. A moment ago she had prayed for him to arrive on time but now,
as she knelt to taste the wondrous instrument again, she hoped that Gary
would take his time. 
She held Groves-Ormsby with both hands and extended her tongue.
Groves-Ormsby groaned in anticipation and tried to thrust his engorged
penis between her lips. If only he was thrusting it between her legs.
Allie was sure that it would be painful to be penetrated by anything so
huge but she would have welcomed the pain if she could just feel it inside
her. 
She stood quickly, ignoring the time and the real purpose of her presence
here. She was still wearing her panties but they did nothing to stem the
flow of her lubrication. She felt the hot moisture trickle from between
her legs and down her thighs. 
Still holding his massive penis, she stood on her toes and pressed herself
against it. Groves-Ormsby responded immediately. He thrust blindly between
her thighs and the young school girl whimpered with a helpless craving for
more. She pulled her pants to one side and tried to guide him to the spot
but she was too short and he was at the wrong angle to penetrate her.

To be continued

The Englishman.

Only about 2 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.

The ORGY is definitely in part 29

...really !
