She was quite attractive, I had to admit. I had taken against her from the start, judging her to be haughty and superior in a way that only teenage girls can, but she was certainly pretty. She wore her hair in a bob, thick and luscious, and her little, button nose and crinkling, smiling eyes gave her an endearing look. Her mouth was very inviting, wide and full, with lips which were enticingly plump without the ridiculous Hollywood artificiality of, say, Angelina Jolie. A real face, and really pretty.

But what really attracted me was her chest. She was wearing a tight, thin blouse, gaudy and bright, and it revealed a tiny pair of breasts pointing deliciously upwards. In her excited and confused state, her nipples were swollen and prominent, and I stared avariciously at them. Sometimes, a slave girl is compelled to do things against her wishes; but equally, there are times when her desires and those of her masters coincide. This was one such occasion, and this was one girl I wanted to have.

Things weren't promising, though. She had backed away into a corner and was refusing the blandishments of the two boys. They were coming on too strong, frightening her, confirming her fears, and I knew a gentler touch was called for. There was no way she was going to involve herself with me, someone she had never met, and another woman at that, without first being primed and readied. And there was only one person who could do that, the person around whom her teenage fantasies revolved.

"Perhaps, Sir, if I may offer a suggestion," I proferred.

Clive may have been arrogant and domineering, but he was also calculating, a sly, instinctively manipulative person, and he realised immediately that I might be able to succeed where, palpably, they were failing.

"Yes, pet?"

I went up to Jenny and took her hand. Bending close, I whispered. "Have you ever felt him before? His cock, I mean?" She shook her head, as I had expected. Another virgin: Christ, what a night. I nodded comfortingly, smiling, and she smiled back, nervously. Bingo.

Leading her by the hand, we approached Richard, who was watching curiously. With my free hand I gripped his cock, now about one third stiff, already large but flopping listlessly towards the carpet. It was still slick with his come and my saliva, and I ran my hand up and down it a couple of times, feeling it respond instantly. I took my hand away and felt instead for Jenny's; taking it, I drew it towards Richard and placed it gently on his cock, gripping my own hand around hers as she felt, for the first time in her life, a boy's cock. I began to lead them, drawing my hand up and down, forcing Jenny's to do likewise, and she found herself wanking her boyfriend. She looked down, curious and amazed, at what she was doing, an expression of fierce concentration in her eyes. I took my hand away, but instantly she began to go awry, pumping at him with a frenzied, manic insistence, and a look of tortured surprise flitted across Richard's face; I had to take over again before she detached his cock from his body, and I gripped her hand once more, calming her down, showing her the steady pace she had to adopt.

To give her credit, she was a quick learner, and fairly soon I was able to leave her to go solo again. I pressed on her shoulder, and she sank to her knees in front of him, gripping his arse with her left hand to steady herself and staring curiously at her handiwork. I knelt beside her and as she continued to wank him, I raised my head and kissed his balls, feeling Jenny's hand brush against my cheek. Richard must have thought he had gone to heaven, with two women kneeling at his feet, wanking and kissing his cock.

I kept kissing, and began to move upwards, licking whatever I came into contact with. I kissed Jenny's hand, rolling my tongue against it, pressing into the gaps between her fingers, flitting across her knuckles, and then moved onwards, lapping up towards Richard's glans, which stood proud of Jenny's solicitous hand. I planted butterfly kisses on his head, glancing my tongue against it. Surreptitiously, I snaked my arm around Jenny's waist and held her. She felt it, but didn't react against it, and instead continued to wank Richard's cock onto my mouth and lips.

Jenny was kneeling close to me, and I could feel her breath against my ear. I began to stroke her back, feeling the outline of her little bra and the nobbly line of her spine. Again, she offered no resistance, and I dragged my nails harder against her, hard enough to raise mild tracks on her flesh; and still she didn't object. I moved my hand to the back of her head and massaged her neck for a moment, and then began to push her forward, towards Richard. She understood my intention and braced herself for a moment in defiance, but quickly summoned up the confidence and allowed me to press her forward.

She kissed tentatively, at first catching only her own hand. I tilted her head upwards encouragingly, and saw, with delight, her lips catch Richard's glans, only for an instant before she pulled away. But she came back, and again and again, and with increasing confidence she began to plant kisses on the side of his cock, on his helmet, as I did likewise from the other side. We were cheek to cheek, Jenny's hand still wrapped around Richard's cock, while our mouths hovered around his glans, pecking and glancing and stroking it.

As we kissed, in such close proximity, it was only a matter of time before our mouths met as we descended at the same moment on the same part of Richard's cock. At first, when it happened, I pretended it hadn't and concentrated on Richard, but gradually I began to linger on her mouth, the corner of mine resting for seconds at a time on the corner of hers, our breaths mingling, the heat from her mouth grazing against my cheek. Finally, I placed my hand on the back of her head and turned her to face me, then planted a kiss squarely on her surprised lips. Before she could object I returned to Richard as if nothing had happened. I waited some moments, then repeated the act, and Jenny, while not responding, did not spurn me either. We were getting there.

I did it again two or three times, each one offering merely a fleeting kiss to Jenny, and then I lingered longer, a full two or three seconds, in which my tongue flicked inquisitively against hers. I met no opposition, and probed into her mouth, and our tongues bonded for an instant. I knew I had her now, and turned my concentration to Richard, intent on bringing him off for the third time, so that I could concentrate on my prissy little madam.

I began to tickle his balls with my right hand, stroking my nail down to his perineum and pressing my finger into him hard. I probed and pushed, and he responded with a groan "Faster," I whispered to Jenny, and she began to beat his cock harder and faster. I felt his muscles contract and his glans hardened before my eyes, the skin stretched taut as a drum, pink and shining. He was about to come again.

With my left hand I pressed against Jenny's ear, forcing her head against mine, and we lapped and stroked at his glans as she continued to fire her hand up and down his length. He grunted, and a spurt of come pulsed out of him. Jenny tried to pull away, but I forced her head to stay where it was, and his come landed on her forehead. Again and again he spurted, and although not much came out this time, it still exploded from him with a dazzling, exciting force, drops landing on my face, and some on Jenny's. I laughed as the hot spunk hit me, and watched his cock, livid red, as it emptied its seed for the third time in a matter of half an hour.

Jenny continued to wank him long after he had finished, and I had to draw her hand away from him, knowing that it would be painful for him to continue so long after his ejaculation. I turned to look at her, and grinned. She smiled back cautiously. She had a huge gobbet of come on her forehead, seeping downwards towards her eye. I bent forward and kissed her, stroking my tongue upwards and lapping the come into my mouth.

"Don't want you blinded by that, do we?" I asked. She smiled. I kissed her cheek where the other spots had landed, and sucked them into my mouth as well, and slowly cleaned her face, spot by salty spot.

"You can do the same for me, if you'd like," I whispered. And to my delight she bent forward and kissed my forehead. I felt her tongue rasp against my skin as she lapped up the remnants of Richard's come. Not as much had landed on me, and she quickly hoovered it up, her tongue lapping energetically against me.

"Was that good?" I asked. She nodded. I bent down and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting the sperm on her tongue, supping the last vestiges of it from her and into my mouth. She offered no resistance, and I knew I had her. I felt for her breast, feeling her nipple harden against the fabric of her blouse.