The Lady Vanishes Again

Aside from those few stories which I'd always envisaged as being in two or more parts, I generally don't write sequels; companion-pieces yes, but not sequels. However, while it's neither the highest rated or most viewed story that I've written and is now approaching four years old, I still receive more requests for follow-ups to 'The Lady Vanishes' than any of my other stories. So, with no better ideas this week, let's give it a lash:

When I heard a knock at the door, I glanced at the clock, smiled and gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back for guessing correctly, That was the second of the three guesses which I was to be proved right about; the third one arriving shortly afterwards.

My first prediction had been fulfilled on the previous Sunday morning, when my daughter Emma had enquired if we: "Could we have lunch a bit earlier today Mum?"

"I suppose so; what's your hurry?"

"I'm going down to Graveney Park this afternoon... There's a free concert on."

"OK, is Kay going too? And do you need a lift, there won't be many buses running this afternoon."

"Erm, No."

"No, your sister's not going with you; or no, you don't need a lift?"

"No to both... Jake's picking me up in his car."

I hid my smile and gave myself that first pat on the back as I replied "Jake?... And there was me thinking that you'd dumped Jake. As I recall you said that your relationship was 'Just So Over!'

Emma looked flustered for a few moments, before her face split with a grin as she replied "Don't tease mum... Anyway, I know that you like Jake too. He was just getting a bit... pushy; but when I ran into Jake in town last night, he promised to back off, if I agreed to go out with him again."

"By pushy you mean...?"

"Oh God Mum! Yes, that's exactly what I mean... Jake's promised to be patient and not to ask again until I say I'm ready"

I was hiding another smile. While I wouldn't normally have put much faith in such a promise when made by a testosterone fuelled young man, I was prepared to give Jake the benefit of the doubt... He after all, knew where his next fuck was coming from.

"Yes, Jake is a lovely boy and I'm sure that he'll keep to his promise; How about if I make lunch for midday?"

And now it was Tuesday. Emma and Kay had left twenty-five minutes ago, to catch the seven o'clock bus into town for their weekly Pilates class and they wouldn't be home until nine-thirty, or even ten o'clock if they stayed for a coffee afterwards. This was the first time that I'd had the house to myself since Jake's visit last Saturday morning.

When I heard that knock on my door, the clock read 7:10pm; my guess had been 'before 7:30'. That knock also reminded me once again of what a smart lad Jake was: It was our kitchen door rather than my front door that Jake was knocking on; he must've come through the woods and over the back garden fence... Much more discreet.

That thought train slowed my progress, so Jake had knocked a second time and more insistently - He was eager -- by the time that I got to the door. I feigned surprise on opening it and rather than offering a greeting, said "Oh, I'm sorry Jake, but you seem to have missed Emma yet again... She won't be back for a couple of hours at least."

Jake's smile was wide and wickedly... predatory. "Oh I know the girls have gone out; I watched the bus going past to check that they were on it..." Wow, Jake was VERY eager; to have watched the bus pass along Kelsey Road and still get here for 7:10, Jake must have run through the woodland.

"So, no, I wasn't looking for Emma; I was taking your advice Jessica and visiting when she's not at home... It's the cheap tart who'll accommodate all my perverse fantasies that I'm looking for."

I recognised my own words from Saturday afternoon; my legs trembled and I felt a wave of... I'm not sure what exactly, ripple through my belly. I also noticed that Jake had called me Jessica rather than Mrs. T, a new name for my new... station in life? "In that case you'd better come in Jake; we'll have to see if you can find her."

What's that old adage... Forewarned is Forearmed; I was better prepared for this visit from Jake than I had been on Saturday: I was wearing a scarlet, faux-silk, wrap around dress that I'd bought in a charity shop that morning. Not really my style, nor colour either and a shade too small to boot, but with nails and a lip-gloss to match, I felt it painted a suitably... sleazy, picture.

Jake seemingly thought so too and he'd tugged the waist belt loose within seconds of his closing the door. That's when it became apparent that I'd 'forgotten' to fasten either of the dress' internal ties; it swung open to reveal that I'd forgotten to wear any underwear either.

Jake's growled "God but you are one filthy slut Jessica; I'm gonna fuck your brains out" suggested that he approved of my forgetfulness.

Twenty seconds later I was pinned between Jake and the kitchen units; the very same kitchen unit Jake had fucked me against on Saturday. Though rather than my being leant against it, this evening I was pressed face down across the worktop; my scarlet dress on the floor and being trampled beneath our feet... I'd been right not to wear anything expensive.

A further twenty seconds and Jake had his pants around his knees and his cock buried deep inside my pussy; or in Jake's parlance of the moment, my 'juicy cunt'. It would've been harsh to criticise Jake for that, his cock had slid into me even more easily than it had on Saturday; I was absolutely awash down there.

Just how aroused I was, became evident barely a minute later; I doubt that Jake had slammed into me much more than a dozen times before I climaxed. An climax which was powerful, very obvious and very loud; in it's throes I was seized by the same madness which had overtaken Jake and it was me now screaming at him, demanding that he 'fill my juicy cunt!'

Was it Jake's cock or his cum I was calling for? I'm really not sure, but if it had been the latter, I was to be disappointed. Jake stopped pounding into me, but he hadn't climaxed; had there been any doubts on that score Jake allayed them while I lay gasping for breath. I sensed his cock sliding out of me and a moment later brushing between my buttocks; he was as hard as iron!

I was frightened; those trembles already running through me in the aftermath of my orgasm redoubled. It wasn't easy, but I garnered enough breath to whisper "Be careful Jake... Start slowly; I wasn't lying when I said I'd never done that before."

But besides that newly arrived fear there was the excitement too and that had been growing in me ever since I'd promised my bum to Jake on Saturday. While I couldn't manage another smile, that was also the moment when I gave myself that third metaphorical pat on the back; I'd known Jake would take me in the arse at the first opportunity... how could he resist.

That didn't mitigate my fear though, but I was again forearmed... My bum had been well lubricated before Jake's arrival and while I was still 'technically' virgin, a couple of my toys had broached my bottom earlier in the day.

It seemed an age before I felt the head of Jake's cock pressing against the rosebud of my bum. Only later did I discover that beyond the slick coating Jake's cock had acquired inside my pussy, he'd been pausing to apply a hefty dollop of lubricant from the tube which he'd brought himself... I keep telling you what a smart and considerate lad he is.

When the moment of Jake popping my cherry arrived, it was far less painful than I'd envisaged; yes, it hurt, but only a little, not mind-numbingly so. That said, it was still memorable and by the time Jake had worked his whole cock into me -- I could tell he was there when I felt his balls slap wetly against my still sensitised pussy -- I felt as if I were going to burst into flames.

I had never felt so... full in my entire life; not even giving birth to the twins. And as mentioned already, the heat that first penetration had generated took me to boiling point; I was as red as a beetroot, I could feel perspiration covering my entire body and see it dripping from my forehead and breasts onto the worktop beneath me.

The whole thing was achieved in silence, well, insofar as neither of us had spoken any words; there was no shortage of moans, groans, growls and gasps coming from us both, along with the occasional squeal from me. That silence concluded in the moment Jake bottomed-out; though only another growl from Jake, I was the one who'd snarled "That's it... Now I'm your arse-whore too."

We held that position for quite some while; which allowed me a little time to grow comfortable with the intrusion of Jake's cock. though in reality, I think we were both just relishing in the sensation. When Jake did begin to stroke in and out of me, he continued slowly and steadily; it was on his third or fourth thrust that Jake enquired "Are you OK with this Jessica?"

There was genuine concern evident in Jake's voice, but it wasn't necessary, indeed by now it was perhaps wasted? Any final vestiges of the lady that I'd once been had vanished forever; I was now and forever Jake's Horny-Bitch, his MILF-Slut... his Arse-Whore! In confirmation I growled out a reply "More OK than you can imagine Jake; now fuck my brains out... Like you promised."

The pace and strength of Jake's penetrations picked-up immediately and within seconds he was scything into me smoothly and easily. Jake's cock was triggering nerve-endings that I had never even knew existed and a second climax arrived as precipitously as had my first; it was equally explosive too. I came like that proverbial train!

Jake again paused to let me revel in my orgasm; or perhaps it was to recover his self-control? After Saturday, I found it hard to believe that Jake hadn't shot his load already; had he perhaps jacked-off before arriving, in an effort to stave off the inevitable and had he been thinking of me while he did so? That train of thought set a fresh wave of arousal surging through my belly.

When Jake began spearing into me once again, he was back to using the sedate, metronomic stokes of earlier; was Jake now getting close, striving to bring me off for a third time, but knowing he was close to the edge himself? I went with the flow for perhaps a dozen strokes before crooning "That's not the way to fuck a MILF-Whore; let yourself go Jake."

Jake took me at my word... oh boy but did he take me at my word: During Jake's next withdrawal, his hand lifted from my right hip to entwine in my hair; Jake then pulled back hard, arching my back in the instant before his cock drove back into me. Jake accompanied that thrust with a roar, though that roar was all but drowned out by the bestial howl with which I received it.

Jake continued to hammer into my bum; I both heard Jake's roars getting louder and felt his cock swelling inside me as his climax approached. I'd been right about Jake's desire to bring me to a third orgasm first and felt his left had slide forward off my hip, to press his fingers into my pussy; I so wish that I'd been able to see Jake's expression in the moment he discovered that mine were in there already.

Jake climaxed an instant later and though he beat me to the punch so to speak, I did orgasm, albeit less powerfully than those that'd gone before, a few seconds after. It might have been those fingers -- both Jakes and my own -- that were inside my pussy and clawing at my clitoris and G-spot together; but I suspect it was the sensation of semen flooding my bowel for the very first time.

We slid down to the floor together, both physically and perhaps mentally exhausted too by our shared experience. That also concluded things for that evening; nothing was said, but I suspect that Jake thought as I did... anything more would be an anti-climax. It was almost ten minutes later that I pulled myself to my feet and muttered "I need a shower... You ought to take one too, before going home."

Even those showers were taken separately; while Jake was taking his I cleaned off the make-up and nail varnish and re-dressed in the jeans and sloppy sweater which I'd been wearing when my daughters went out. After that we shared a cup of tea... how politely English, before Jake slipped away over the back garden fence, comfortably ahead of the girls' return.

We'd shared a kiss at the door, but even that was muted; as Jake went through it he raised a questioning eyebrow and enquired "Thursday?" Emma and Kay were both attending a Spanish language night-class (ahead of next month's family holiday to Ibiza) on Thursdays.

I responded with the most salacious smile that I could muster "You'd better... I'll be climbing the walls if I have to wait until next Tuesday for some more cock."

Jack grinned and then growled "You MILF-Slut." as he walked away.

Neither that night, nor the Thursday either were the last of Jake's visits; other than during the fortnight when the girls and I were away in Ibiza, I don't think I'd ever been fucked so often, not even when I was first married... My ex-husband and I certainly didn't do many of the things that I did with Jake that summer.

Who would've thought that I would enjoy being tied to the bed and spanked with a leather belt? Or indeed, take Jake's cock in either my bum or my pussy, whilst the other orifice was already accommodating some domestic implement or vegetable; I bought an awful lot of cucumbers that summer! But like all summers, this one too came to an end.

At the end of September Jake returned to Oxford for his second year at university; I think I was more distressed at his departure than my daughter. Nor did things improve: While Jake was home most weekends, he had commitments with his own family and with Emma forever at his side, opportunities to get down and dirty with his MILF-Slut were rare in the extreme.

By late October Emma had turned eighteen, begun taking contraceptive pills and soon after that had given herself to Jake. I couldn't believe that their sex-life was comparable to that which I'd provided, but Jake was as ever discreet and those type of questions are hardly the sort of enquiries one can ask of your daughter.

Had it not been for the subtle glances and fleeting gropes which Jake gave me, I might have thought that our clandestine relationship was now over. There had been a couple of occasions when we'd managed a little more, but those had been too hurried and outrageously risky for me to properly enjoy.

I was growing increasingly frustrated when I heard about the Christmas Ball; but that's another story... And one which will follow very shortly.