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  As she hung her own coat in the bedroom, David winked at me. I wasn't sure what exactly he had in mind, but I was already beginning to wonder whether we were still in competition, whether he hadn't already thought himself the clear winner. He had been the more loquacious, the wittier and, judging by eye contact he was certainly ahead on points, or so I had thought - and that I should do the decent thing and admit defeat, leaving him free to enjoy the spoils of victory.

  'That's better,' Victoria said as she sat down between us. 'Five minutes' rest and then I'll change.'

  We chatted amiably for twenty minutes or so, Victoria showing no intention of changing her clothes, preferring to merrily down a couple of glasses of whisky. David and I both became a little more tactile with her, stroking her arms. David stealthily slipped his hand around her shoulder, lightly caressing the nape of her neck. Victoria occasionally rested her slim hands on our upper legs. We joked about who she might fancy in the office, offering her preposterous potential boyfriends, some of which made her shriek with laughter.

  'Geoff Harris?'

  'No, couldn't possibly. I'd never get in the bathroom.'

  'Rod Staines?'

  'Far too macho.'

  'Jeremy St. John.'

  'Too upper-class.'

  'What, there's somebody who's too upper-class for you?'

  'Of course there is. Who do you think I am? Anyway, I think Jeremy would be more interested in you two.'

  'How do you know these things?'

  'Sometimes a girl can tell.'

  'Who else is there...? Of course, what about me and Jonathan? Do you like us?'

  'Oh, you're both handsome boys, but I...'

  'Couldn't choose?'

  'Couldn't possibly.'

  'Well, Victoria, I have a suggestion.'

  'Yes?'

  'The truth is, Victoria, we both have a confession.' David sounded in earnest. I wasn't sure what exactly I had to confess, or where exactly David was leading, but I suspected some kind of foul play on his part - a huge cock-and-bull story which would further impede my chances with Victoria, a game, set and match strategy that might even mean that I had to eject myself from the room as hastily as I could. Something along the lines of my having to go home to look after some ageing relative, or defend the virtue of some damsel in distress.

  I was about to be proved very wrong.

  'Oh, really, a confession? I love confessions.' She smiled at both of us but I detected a slight uneasiness in her manner. David was stroking the side of her face, brushing her skin lightly with the back of his hand.

  'The truth is, Victoria, that Jonathan and I are both very attracted to you...'

  'Yes?'

  'Well, I mean, we would both like to go to bed with you.'

  'Gosh!'

  'He's my best friend. I really don't want to fight with him over you.' By this stage, he had taken her hand and was caressing her palm. I was latching on to the idea. I took her other hand in mine. Victoria looked shocked: a little shocked, that's all.

  'So maybe the best thing...'

  David was stroking her arm now. I moved my hand onto her beige skirt and felt her thigh underneath the material. Victoria immediately flinched, but then relaxed.

  '...the best thing would be if we...' David reached to her blouse, slid his hand inside and grasped her breast, as I moved my hand up and squeezed her quim over the fabric of her skirt.

  'Oh, I don't know,' Victoria said in a tremulous whisper, anticipating what David was about to say.

  My hand rubbed over her skirt and panties, while David pinched her breasts. She glanced at me and then David, her eyes slightly red with alcohol.

  '...if we both made love with you.'

  Victoria moaned as I squeezed her. 'I've never done anything like this before,' she whispered.

  'There always has to be a first time.'

  David began to unbutton her shirt. I looked on, still squeezing her as I stared at the little white bra and her nipples visible beneath it. The pale skin of her neck reddened with anticipation. Victoria looked at me and smiled as I stared at her chest, before reaching out and pressing on her covered breast. I could feel her nipple harden under my palm.

  We pulled her shirt over her shoulders. She arched her body forward to make it easier for us. Then we turned down one cup each of her bra. Her nipples poked out.

  'We want to suck your tits, Victoria.'

  Victoria didn't say anything as we both suited action to word. Her firm ruby nipples grew under the attention of our tongues.

  'Do you like it when we suck your tits, Victoria? Do you like it when we make your nipples hard?' David asked, before taking her nipple between his teeth and pulling at it.

  'Oh yes, David, I do.' Obviously, she still wasn't sure where all this was leading. The intonation of her voice was jokey, exaggerated as it had been in the wine bar when she had teased us about being rude.

  'Say it, Victoria. Say you like us to suck your tits and make your nipples hard.'

  'I like it when you suck my breasts, David, when you make my nipples hard. Yes, I like it very much, really.' She was laughing again, but there was a greater sense of urgency growing in her voice, a little less of the mock and more of the genuine.

  I flicked her nipple with my tongue and then tweaked it slightly between my teeth, feeling her body tremble as I did so. I could hear and feel the rapid beating of her heart. David worked on her other breast, his left hand reaching behind her and expertly unfastening the bra strap; something I always found difficult to negotiate without fumbling like an over-excited schoolboy.

  'Would you like us to look at your cunt now? Would you like that? Would you like us to look at your cunt, Victoria?'

  Victoria nodded, despite his crude terminology. Any remaining mirth in her voice had gone. She seemed to becoming mesmerised by her own desire, her face flushing red, her chest heaving as she panted with lust, her hands holding us both by the neck as we toyed and sucked on her fabulously erect nipples.

  'Stand up, Victoria.'

  Victoria did what she was told. She looked at us both, clearly not quite believing what she was doing, what she had let herself do.

  'Lift up your skirt so we can look at you.'

  Victoria lifted the hem of her skirt. Inch by slow inch, more and more of her shapely legs were revealed, encased in beautiful white silk stockings. As the hem tantalisingly reached her thighs she seemed to hesitate a moment, aware perhaps that if she went any further there would be no turning back.

  'Come on, Victoria,' David urged.

  The skirt went higher and higher, above the whiteness of her thighs, until she revealed her lemon cotton panties, a damp patch at the centre of the crotch.

  'You're wet, Victoria.'

  'Yes.'

  We were both staring at her panties. I was helping her to hold her skirt around her middle so that nothing obscured our view.

  'Show us, Victoria,' I said hoarsely. 'We want to see your cunt.'

  Victoria smiled at us, as she pulled aside the thin cotton strip of her panties and revealed her pink pussy-lips.

  'Use your fingers, Victoria.'

  She elegantly slid an index finger into her juicy pussy, maintaining her classy aura all the while.

  'Deeper, Victoria, deeper.'

  The finger disappeared further, all the way to the knuckle of her slender hand.

  'Let me lick your finger.' David took her hand and sucked the glistening digit into his mouth, while I held her skirt, hungrily eyeing the succulent labia framed by her cotton panties.

  He released her finger. 'Put it back.'

  She did so.

  'We want to see you push it in and out.'

  Again, without a murmur of complaint, she did so.

  David smiled. 'Would you like us to remove your panties now, Vi
ctoria?'

  She nodded, seemingly distracted by her own pleasure as she continued to push her finger in and out of her delicious sex.

  David slightly adjusted her position until her quim faced him. As I held up her skirt he slid down her panties, revealing the unblemished porcelain globes of her bottom to my grateful eyes.

  'Now, Victoria, we are going to punish you,' David stated matter-of-factly. 'Do you like being punished?'

  The atmosphere in the room changed completely. Victoria seemed alarmed at the proposition. I always knew that David had a predatory nature, but I had never known about his particular sexual penchant for discipline. The revelation excited me immensely: even more so as I looked up at the trepidation written on our victim's face as she slowly shook her head from side to side.

  'You will do as we say, Victoria,' David insisted confidently. 'Do you understand?'

  'I don't think...'

  'You will, Victoria.' His voice was firm and strident. 'You will learn tonight to enjoy pain as much as you enjoy pleasure.'

  Her face changed colour, blanching under David's stern injunctions.

  David suddenly stood up, took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them hard, much harder than I had done. I watched her brow furrow prettily at the pain.

  'You want to be punished, don't you, Victoria?'

  She said nothing.

  'You need to be punished, don't you?'

  To my astonishment, she nodded.

  'Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to be punished.'

  Victoria remained quiet.

  'I knew from the first moment I saw you, Victoria. I can always tell about these things. You're a submissive. You dream about it, don't you, Victoria? You dream about being punished. Tell me you want to be punished now, Victoria... Now!' The incantatory repetition of her own name had an almost hypnotic affect on the girl as it laid bare the true nature of her sexual desires.

  'I want to be punished,' she whispered, her voice faltering, a dreamy sadness spreading across her lovely features.

  David began to undo the thick black leather belt of his trousers. Victoria's eyes widened as he did so.

  'Kneel on the sofa, Victoria. Yes, that's right.' I was amazed to watch her doing exactly as she was told, kneeling in the middle of the sofa, her arms outstretched along its back, her white bottom raised proudly.

  David ran the tips of his fingers between her buttocks, making her inhale deeply as he gently tickled her, before suddenly pulling back and spanking her firmly with his tensed hand. She shuddered and groaned, clearly savouring the crisp strike.

  'Did you like that, Victoria?'

  'Yes,' she replied in a whisper, her eyes closed.

  David again smacked her hard, and then harder. The precise sound of his palm on her tautened bottom echoed around the room.

  'Do you want more, Victoria?'

  She nodded without hesitation.

  'Tell me you want more. Tell me you want to be spanked some more.'

  'Spank me some more, David.' Her voice was soft, a muted cry of crude need.

  'Say "please", Victoria!'

  'Please, David, please...' she begged through clenched teeth.

  How she enjoyed being smacked. Each thwack of David's hand was met with a tantalising whimper of satisfaction.

  'Please... please!' she begged over and over.

  As I watched David's rigid hand alight again and again on the reddening and quivering flesh, I was amazed at what I had witnessed. How could David have been so prescient? How could he have known that the girl longed for correction?

  I had had rough sex before, but this was the first time I had watched such orchestrated discipline, and I was surprised by how excited it made me feel.

  David passed me the belt. He winked into my startled eyes. 'Now, Victoria, Jonathan is going to belt you.'

  I wasn't so sure, but after a confident nod of encouragement from David I swept the belt back and brought it down onto her waiting bottom, savouring the satisfying noise the lash made on her rippling flesh.

  'Harder, Jonathan,' Victoria pleaded, 'much harder.' I was enjoying myself, but I was a little worried in case I hurt her, or I went too far. I hit her again, harder this time, as she had requested me to.

  'Yes,' she moaned, writhing on the sofa.

  'How many lashes do you deserve, Victoria?' David asked, as casually as if he wanted to know whether she took one sugar or two in her coffee. 'Five, ten, twenty?'

  'Thirty,' she answered.

  I lashed her again with the belt, and then again. I could feel perspiration trickling down my brow as my eyes drank in the voluptuous sight of Victoria's jerking buttocks, and I heard a deep satisfied groan emitting from her mouth with each firm lash. The girl had reached down to her clitoris and was frantically rubbed the swollen nub.

  David counted each strike as he stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the flushed bottom of the submissive girl.

  'Twenty-nine... Thirty!'

  As I stopped, my breathing hard with the exertion and the excitement I felt, David took the belt from me and whipped it down much harder than I had done. Victoria yelped and jerked. And then he stuck again, and again. Victoria was shaking now. I saw her body spasm towards orgasm, her climax precipitated by the intense pain of David's exacting punishment. Her knuckles glowed white as she clutched the sofa and her head lolled back, exposing the stretched sinews of her neck, her face tensed, her eyes clasped tightly shut.

  'Now we're going to lick you,' David said hypnotically. 'Would you like us to lick away all the pain?'

  She nodded as her body slowly relaxed.

  I climbed beside her on the sofa and eased her thighs apart so I had a glorious view of her puckered rosebud and her pink pussy-lips. I grasped her hips and sank my mouth onto her succulent bottom. Air hissed from her lungs as I fed on her tanned flesh. Meanwhile David, who had sneaked his head between her legs, nibbled on her clitoris. Victoria entangled her fingers in our hair and deliriously urged us to pleasure her.

  Suddenly David pulled away, unzipped his trousers, hastily rummaged inside his pants, and fished out a huge erection. He shuffled closer and she feverishly fell upon him, instantly devouring his impressive cock with her mouth.

  I eagerly took his place between her thighs and slid my finger against her anus, pressing gently until the muscle yielded and my digit sank into her. At the same time I began to frig her with my tongue. She tasted exquisite. From her wet suckling sounds and David's grunts of satisfaction I knew she was using her lips and tongue with great skill.

  My own erection was now aching for release. I don't know whether David realised, but we seemed to instinctively change position and Victoria tugged my trousers open and buried her face in my groin. I sighed at the heavenly feel of her warm wet mouth going to work on my cock, lay back, and closed my eyes to wallow in the undiluted pleasure. I was right - she was very skilful, and her skill sent a luxuriant shiver through my body.

  'Now, Victoria,' I heard David say, 'I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until we both come.'

  She nodded her delight, still sliding her lips up and down my bursting cock.

  I watched as David prised her legs apart and sank into her from behind with one long lunge. I felt her mouth tighten on me as he entered her. I reached between us and kneaded her breasts as her inflamed crimson buttocks jerked back against David's taut stomach.

  He thrust his hips frantically, digging his fingers into her sore flesh as he did so. I had to steady her head so she could continue sucking me as she writhed in a confusion of pain and pleasure.

  'Do you like that, Victoria?'

  'Mmmm...'

  'Do you like me fucking your hot, juicy pussy?'

  'Mmmm...'

  'Do you like it when I dig my nails into you, like this?'

  'Mmmm...'
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br />   'Do you like sucking Jonathan while I fuck you?'

  'Mmmm...'

  As David worked ever harder, a sheen of sweat coating his chest, I could feel my cock swelling inside her mouth. I curled my fingers in her hair and held her still, savouring the feeling.

  Then I pulled her off me, afraid I would explode before I had had a chance to enjoy the delight of her pussy. I guided her mouth to my testicles. She licked and sucked while she ran her cool fingers up and down my shaft.

  'I'm coming,' David grunted. 'I'm coming...'

  Victoria moaned her encouragement, her mouth full of my balls.

  At the last second and with an enormous groan, David withdrew and erupted over her bottom, then rubbed the glistening head of his pulsing tool in his own creamy emission and then dreamily between her buttocks. A shudder of pleasure swept through her. She released my testicles and cried out as another orgasm shook her.

  Now it was my turn. David and I swapped places. He sat on the arm of the sofa and pulled Victoria's mouth onto his insatiable penis. I knelt behind her, separated her buttocks, and thankfully slid into her quim.

  I started slowly, rhythmically thrusting deep, steadily gathering pace until I was pounding away at her mercilessly, remorselessly, my groin slapping her raised buttocks. I pummelled harder and harder and faster and faster. I loved Victoria's muffled yelps of pleasure as I fucked her. I knew my orgasm was upon me, but I couldn't slow to prolong my pleasure. I shuddered and came, my chest heaving as I panted heavily like an unfit jogger...

  'Not bad for a country girl, Jonathan,' Victoria purred softly as the three of us relaxed together. She smiled with genuine affection and kissed me on the cheek, and then kissed David on the cheek, the promised French meal long since forgotten.

  That, however, was not the end of the evening's heavenly surprises. As we began our second bout of sex - this time with David lying on the bed, Victoria sitting on his penis and me stooped before her, my hands milking her irresistible breasts and my cock buried deep in her mouth - Victoria's flatmate walked in.

  So engrossed were we that none of us noticed the beautiful girl with long dark hair and a complexion as pale as Victoria's standing in the bedroom doorway, watching us, open-mouthed.