The Lady Vanishes Completely

While this story is independent, it would probably be better if you've already read 'The Lady Vanishes' and then 'The Lady Vanishes Again'

Jake had joined the girls and I for Sunday lunch, but there was clearly some point of contention between he and Emma; it was Kay who... spilled the beans:

Jake had invited Emma down to Oxford for his university faculty's Christmas Ball, but Emma wasn't keen on attending; I knew that Emma felt uncomfortable amongst Jake's university friends - all older and more worldly-wise than she -- but I spoke anyway.

"Don't be ridiculous Em, why wouldn't you want to attend? You'd be the Belle of the Ball. I would love a weekend in Oxford; I haven't visited in twenty-odd years."

"You think? They'll all be dolled up in their glamorous gowns and I'll look like a country-bumpkin."

"Rubbish! You'd be the prettiest girl there... and the one wearing the most glamorous gown."

"And how do I manage that? I'll bet some will be in Designer Labels... A bit beyond my budget!"

"That's what Mum's are for. So leave that dress problem to me and say yes to Jake, before he asks someone else instead."

Jake interjected in the moment of silence that followed: "Now that's an idea. Would you care to accompany me to the Christmas Ball Mrs. T? If you come down the day before, I'll even throw in a behind the scenes tour of the colleges too."

"You can't invite my mother!"

"Why not? I I need to have a beautiful woman on my arm for the ball and your mum's the second most beautiful woman that I know" - In response to a squeal from Kay, Jake was obliged to amend that to 'joint-second'.

"Why thank you Jake, I'd love to accompany you; I'll begin making arrangements."

"Nooo! If anyone's going it's me!"

"In which case you'd better accept Jake's invitation right now and then apologise to him for being so ridiculous."

With Kay and I grinning at her climb-down, Emma snapped out an "OK then, I'll go!" followed by a mumbled apology.

Jake was grinning too, but his expression turned serious as he replied. "Well, I'm not sure Em; I can only take one guest and with you prevaricating I've gone and invited someone else now... They've already accepted."

There was a moment of confusion on Emma's face before she realised that Jake was teasing. "But that was just Mum; It wasn't a serious invitation... You can't take my Mum, she's far too old." That statement drew a few seconds of silence, until Jake and Kay burst out laughing while Emma squealed "Oh God! I'm sorry Mum; I didn't mean..."

That was the point when I finally laughed too; I'd spent those intervening seconds imagining what it would be like to spend a whole weekend with Jake and attend his college ball. I caught Jake's eye across the table and for a moment wondered if he might perhaps have been thinking along similar lines?

Then reality intruded: "I think Emma's right Jake... It'd be best if she accompanies you to the ball."

"If I must, but I insist that you come down to Oxford too Mrs T; come on the Friday and I can at least give you that tour of the city and colleges."

And that's how it started; on the second Friday of December, Emma and I both took the train south, with 'the dress' carefully draped over the seat beside us. I suspect my delivering on that promise had surprised Emma more than my coming down to Oxford with her; we'd got it from Mirabelle, the most fashionable (and expensive!) boutique in Sheffield.

When I'd driven the girls to Sheffield last Sunday, they'd assumed that we were heading for the Meadow Hall Shopping Centre and I didn't disabuse them of the notion. When I continued past and headed on into the city centre, the car rang with complaints that 'Most of the shops in town will be closed!'; those grew louder when I came to a stop outside Mirabelle's.

However, the girls fell silent when the shop's door -- complete with its 'Closed' sign - swung open and a smiling Madam Mirabelle herself appeared to invite us inside. The dresses in the display window were all far beyond my means, but Mirabelle's has an extensive stock of gowns for hire; it was those which Emma and Kay too, spent the next hour excitedly trying on.

Madam Mirabelle and I shared a pot of tea while looking on from her office, only re-joining the girls once Emma had made her choice. I thought Emma had chosen well, while Mirabelle, in her French-accented English declared "You have good taste my dears... That's probably the second most suitable gown that I could offer you."

The girls looked at each other in surprise and confusion, as Mirabelle wafted past them into another area of the store. When Mirabelle returned she was holding a white dress over her arm, still encased within its protective wrapper; that wrapper was emblazoned with the name 'Roberto Cavalli'. There was no way on God's earth that this dress was part of Mirabelle's hire-range.

Emma stared at the dress before looking in my direction, her expression an amalgam of desire and concern; Emma had obviously had the same thought as I had. My smile was reassuring as I offered "Try it on love, let's see if it looks better than the one you're wearing." Emma's expression now enquired 'Have you robbed a bank mum, or just gone mad?'

Mirabelle again interjected. "No Jes__ Mr's Turner; you go with Kay and enjoy a walk around the city, return here in one hour and then you will be able to judge the dress properly."

I nodded my agreement to Mirabelle and turned to Kay, saying "Come on poppet, let's leave this to the expert."

Kay followed me out of the door, remaining silent until we were back out on the street, but not for long once we were there. "Mum! Have you gone crazy! That's a Cavalli! There's no way Mirabelle's are hiring out that dress; it'll cost you a fortune!"

"Have faith Kay. I told Emma that I would resolve the dress problem and I promised her that she'd have the most glamorous dress at the ball... And she's going to. If you behave yourself I might just do the same for you one day."

We were back at Mirabelle's in fifty five minutes; neither of us could resist a moment longer. We'd made it perhaps four strides through the door before Kay and I saw Emma; we both froze in open-mouthed silence. It wasn't just the dress, but everything that went with it; shoes, clutch bag and the pearl jewellery which to my eyes looked real, rather than paste.

Even Emma's make-up and hairstyle had been changed; both simple, easily, re-creatable styles, but very different to any that she'd worn before. Emma looked... Stunning! And in contrast to the gown that she'd first chosen, this one played-upon her youth rather than trying to obscure it; or at least it did so until Emma moved:

Only then did we discover that the dress' skirt was comprised of several separate panels; the moment Emma began moving her stocking-clad legs were revealed almost to the hip. In that instant the virtuous young girl was transformed into a gorgeous woman. That transition was spectacular and explained why Emma's expression told me that she loved the dress as much as I did.

We were a further hour in removing and re-packing Emma's gown; Mirabelle put the shoes, clutch bag, make-up and even some spare stockings into bags too. The pearls, once re-boxed, Mirabelle handed directly to Emma while almost reverentially, crooning "These are my own, so please take especial care of them."

We were ready to leave when Emma finally asked the question that had been burning in her breast; Kay's too for that matter. "H... how much do we owe you for all these Madam Mirabelle?"

"Ach, I will work it out later and send an account to your mother; or perhaps we might discuss it when J__ Mrs Turner returns them next week."

Both girls remained excited by their experience for the whole way home and beyond; both were also trying to decide how extravagant the cost was going to be. I didn't contribute to that discussion, beyond declaring "You can't put a price on perfection."

Nor did I mention to the girls that I'd known Mirabelle since before they were born. Though back then Mirabelle was called Laura Clark and spoke with just the sort of accent you might expect of a girl born and raised in one of the seedier suburbs of Manchester. While our paths had only rarely crossed since, Laura and I had been close friends in college... More than close on a few occasions.

Jake met us at Oxford's railway station; his friend and housemate Sam was there too, to help with our luggage. Jake shares a house with four others, Sam, Matt and two Joe's, though Sam was the only one I'd met before; he'd accompanied Jake on a couple his weekend visits home and given the amount of time that he too had spent at our place, I'd half-wondered if he was attracted to Kay?

Having dropped off our bags and freshened-up -- Emma and I were to share Jake's room, while he bunked-up with Sam for the weekend -- the four of us went out for dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant. That was where I met the first of the Joe's, though as I quickly discovered, it was Jo as in Josephine, rather than Joseph; she joined us, along with her boyfriend Tom.

It was during that meal when I also discovered that Emma had perhaps been right in deeming me 'too old' for the following evening's Faculty Ball: The format was for the guests to eat at a variety of private houses and restaurants around the city, before arriving at eleven-thirty to dance the night away, with breakfast being served to those still standing at 06:30; I'd never have survived that!

Jake and Emma's dinner party was to be held at a nearby Italian place and 'outsiders' were welcome to join in with that, so I was invited to go, accompanied by Sam. Apparently Jo & Tom would be attending too, as the guests of someone else; where after the four of us would return home together, while Jake and Emma went on to the ball.

We'd called it a night quite early on that Friday evening; Jake and Emma most especially wanting to save their energies for the following night. I met Jake's other two housemates at breakfast the following morning, with Matt joining us for the first couple of hours of the city-tour that Jake had promised; Matt was student of Magdalen College so he could escort us around there.

When Matt left we were joined by Sam and the four of us visited the Bodleian Library and Ashmolean Museum either side of lunch, on to Keeble College (Sam's) before finishing our day at Merton College where Jake was studying. The 'plan' said that we'd all then catch an hour or two's sleep ahead of the evening, though Emma and I instead spent that time ensuring she looked perfect for it.

Neither Jake, nor anyone else had seen even a glimpse of Emma's dress ahead of her leaving Jake's room to make her grand entrance; the reaction was everything that she'd no doubt hoped for. Jake, all of his housemates and Tom too were present and without exception all initially gazed in awed silence at the picture Emma painted; I know she's my daughter, but Em looked gorgeous!

It was a taxi to the restaurant even though it was only a few hundred yards from the house; no way could Emma walk in that dress or those shoes. Emma garnered a similar degree of attention -- desire, or perhaps lust from the men and envy from the girls -- once we arrived at the restaurant; sadly our meal there proved less impressive.

Having waved-off those who were going on the ball, the rest of us enjoyed another few glasses of wine, before Sam and I, along with Jo and Tom headed for home, it was just before midnight. It seemed all four of us were in high spirits; mine arising from my confidence that Emma really was going to be the Belle of that Ball; perhaps I should've given more thought to the others' excitement?

That became clear the moment we stepped through the door, to find Joe and Matt in the lounge, dressed in nothing more than tee-shirts and shorts. Both had clearly been drinking; it was Matt's greeting which made everything apparent: "And about bloody time; my balls are fit to burst... Get Jessica's clothes off then I can empty them into that juicy MILF-cunt Jake's forever talking about."

My heart did more than skip a beat, I'm sure it, as had my breathing, must've stopped altogether. Gazing around me and reading the expressions on the other boys' faces, the magnitude of my situation and the depth of my naivety hit home. It was Joe who confirmed my fears "Are we taking turns or all at once? Jake promised Jess takes cock everywhere, even in her arse."

From day one I'd been telling myself how discreet both Jake and myself had been about our illicit and wholly inappropriate relationship; the MILF-Whore happily fulfilling her Toy-Boy's every fantasy. But Jake wasn't even twenty yet; he might have kept our secret back at home, but down here, amongst his college friends... How could I have expected him to resist boasting?

Beyond Matt's words, the predatory expressions which all four boys were wearing confirmed that the secret was out. Jessica Turner was a middle-aged slut and game for anything; those boys wanted a turn with her too. In desperation I turned right around in search of Jo; perhaps my one hope of salvation? That ray of hope was promptly extinguished.

While Jo's expression was less predatory, there was no doubt that she too had heard about Jake's adventures and was keen to see the truth of them tested. "Don't worry Jessica, I'll not let them get too carried away; And who knows, if it turns out to be as much fun as I'm hoping, I might help out too... lighten the load a little for you."

My legs were now trembling, I was beyond speech and my emotional state wasn't helped by the sight of a video camera in Jo's right hand. The boys were ranged around me, all but slavering at the mouth; though none had actually closed the gap between us. Each was perhaps waiting for someone else to set the ball rolling?

In that moment a loudly screamed 'NO!' might've made a difference. but I'll never know as all I managed was a frail and barely whispered "Oh my God." Words that could be interpreted in several ways and which in the circumstances, the men were going to interpret in a consenting one; though it was Jo who ultimately tipped the balance:

"Well are you going to fuck Jessica or not? We only have two batteries for this camera and it's already running." As the boys descended on me like a pack of hungry wolves, Jo threw in an addendum: "Don't go tearing Jessica's clothes off guys; we don't want her having to explain how that happened to Emma."

Jo's words might've tempered their assault, but the outcome remained the same and within a couple of minutes, I was laid bare save for my stockings and heels. Those too would have gone had Tom not called for them to be left in place and the louder growls sounded to be in favour; that said, my hold-ups were disarrayed and the left one already laddered before that decision was reached.

It hadn't of course needed four pairs of hands to denude me, so any that hadn't been able to find a zip, button, or buckle to work on had been utilised in exploring their prize. So by the end, I knew from the boys' comments that I was adjudged to possess a 'nice arse', 'smaller tits than I'd hoped', but 'lovely fat nipples' and a 'tight, juicy cunt.'

It was the last which troubled me most; not that I disputed the opinion, indeed just the opposite... My concern arose from just how true it was, I was absolutely soaking down there; my responding in that way could serve only to reaffirm the boys' opinion that I was the game for anything MILF-Slut, which Jake had told them about.

Then again, that had perhaps been established by my silent and compliant acceptance of my disrobing? I couldn't hope to resist the four of them and as Jo had already pointed out, my clothes were all new, had they got torn Emma would've wanted to know how. As for any verbal protest, what could I have said? And for the most part I didn't get the opportunity:

As the boys closed around me, it was Sam who grasped me in his arms and kissed me; a protracted and searching kiss, his tongue intruding deep inside my mouth. Tom took a turn the moment I was released, after which it became a free for all and by the end, I was responding with equal fervour... If nothing else, it provided me with an excuse for my silence.

Having stripped me naked the boys all took half a step back to admire their prize; after which it was Joe, now naked himself, who set things back in motion: Grabbing me by the hair Joe pulled me toward himself and also down, his intention was clear. I finally and admittedly late, offered a hint resistance; but what felt to be someone's foot pressed into the back of my left leg and I sunk to my knees on the carpet.

Joe's hand tightened in my hair and then twisted; my head lifted and my mouth gaped wide in response and a moment later Joe's cock pressed between my lips, accompanied by a snarled "That's the way, now suck it bitch... I've been dreaming of this ever since you walked through the door."

I offered no further resistance and not two seconds later began working my mouth on Joe's intruding cock; he'd gone deep, so I couldn't breathe until I did! Who am I trying to kid, other than myself? It may have begun with mute compliance, but quickly developed into a full-on and eagerly delivered blow-job; aside from Joe, I was putting on a show for the other guys too.

Jessica Turner was every inch the MILF-Slut that Jake had promised them and the cheers, growls and lurid aspersions which the boys were sharing, confirmed they were now convinced. And how could they not be; I was on my knees fellating a man who was less than half my age and whom I hadn't exchanged above a dozen words with... Damned near a stranger!

I was wallowing in the thought that this was undoubtedly the sleaziest episode in my whole life, when I discovered that it was wrong: I felt hands on my buttocks and then a stiff cock nuzzling at the entrance to my pussy; I tried to look around to see whose, but Joe's grip held me too firmly and a moment later that cock sank inside me to its full extent.

Never mind the cock of a virtual stranger in my mouth, there was now a cock in my pussy and I didn't know who it belonged to! I fought harder against Joe's grasp to turn my head and at least one of the boys perhaps understood what I was striving for: Amongst the latest round of catcalls and cheers, I heard someone shout "Hold her tight Joe... Don't let Jess see who's fucking her!"

Joe's grip didn't ease, but rather than in response to that instruction, it could just as easily have been for his own gratification? Not five seconds later Joe climaxed, firing gouts of semen into my mouth and throat. His cock hadn't been in there for more than a few minutes, so Joe's earlier claim that his 'balls were fit to burst' was perhaps truthful.

Joe's climax drew a further round of cheers from the boys, reaching its crescendo once they saw that I was swallowing all that he pumped into me. In part it was self-preservation... Swallow Joe's come or choke on it. As Joe moved aside it was Matt who replaced him and he'd grasped my hair even as Joe released me, so still no view of who was fucking me.

Not that it mattered now; I could see Tom standing beside Jo, which left Sam as the only possibility. Despite one hand in my hair and the other guiding his cock, Matt struggled to push his cock between my lips; I could feel the wet splodges of pre-cum as he repeatedly struck my cheeks and chin. I wasn't the problem -- my mouth was wide open! - it was the fierce pounding that Sam was delivering.

By the time Matt's cock was in my mouth, Sam was getting close; I could sense it, not just from the way his cock felt inside me, but Sam's breathing and bestial grunts too. I wasn't the only one to have noticed, almost as one both Tom and Jo cried out "Not inside her Sam; everyone else wants a turn and Jessica looks slick enough already."

After two more of those hard penetrations Sam pulled out and unloaded semen across my buttocks and lower back. I was trembling like a leaf; in part from the orgasm which I'd almost reached -- Sam had left me hanging : ( - but more especially from Sam's shouted reply as he withdrew: "I thought you were going to eat all the come out of her Jo?"

"Only Tom's... Or at least Tom's load first."

Six months ago I would've thrown a hissy-fit at the sound of Jo's words; even a few weeks ago, they would have left me trembling in fear. But now, following my conversation with Mirabelle and the old memories which that had stirred still fresh in my mind, those leaf-like trembles had been triggered by arousal; it wasn't to be just the four men... Jo wanted a piece of me too.

Any further thoughts on that scenario were displaced by the sensation of Tom's cock sliding into my pussy. In confirmation of the concern both Tom and Jo had voiced, Tom penetrated me every bit as easily as Sam had done. Once inside, Tom began spearing into me with steadier, but perhaps longer and deeper strokes than Sam had used.

It wouldn't be fair to say that I enjoyed those more, but that's probably how it appeared, as less than a minute later and I was the one climaxing; Sam had already taken me close to the edge, so it was easy for Tom to tip me over the precipice. I tried my best to mask that orgasm, but the rousing cheers that erupted around me advised that I'd failed.

Those deep and steady penetrations which Tom delivered soon brought me to a second climax. I didn't bother trying to hide that one and it was perhaps the air of my orgasmic squeal rushing past Matt's cock as it escaped my lips which triggered his climax? Still in the throes of my own orgasm, very little of his semen made it down my throat; the majority bespattered my face.

That drew another round of cheers from the boys, a cheer which redoubled when Jo pressed past Matt to lap the spilled semen from my cheeks and chin; what'd happened to Jo's ' Tom's load first' edict? Tom didn't seem concerned: Jo had barely begun when he growled "That's the way babe... and mine next." An instant later Tom began unloading into my pussy.

As Jo completed her clean-up operation and rocked back onto her haunches, strong hands grasped me beneath the armpits and I was hoisted up and onto the couch. A moment later Jo rocked forward again, both her head and fingers pressing between my thighs to comply with Tom's instruction; any response I might have made was quelled by a cock refilling my mouth.

The cock was Sam's, but I'd guessed that even before I got chance to look at his face... I could taste myself on it. Having used my mouth for perhaps a minute -- long enough for his cock to noticeably re-harden -- Sam relinquished it to Joe who was knelt at the opposite side of me; thereafter, the two boys passed me back and forth between them; not that I gave either much consideration.

My attention was entirely focused on the sensations between my legs: The fingers of Jo's left hand teased at my labia, holding my lips apart to provide clear access for her lips and tongue to work on my clitoris. If that were not enough, the fingers of her right hand slipped into my pussy and worked their way deeper with each passing second... It felt as if her whole hand was soon inside me!

And it wasn't just Jo, in addition to the general lewd encouragement from the boys, I heard Tom offering more specific instructions to Jo; instructions which she seemed eager to follow. I ascended quickly to a third climax and in the instant before it arrived -- I think of her own volition? - Jo's right hand pulled free of my pussy and jammed two fingers into my bum.

That orgasm was explosive, not even the cock -- I've no recollection of whether it was Sam's or Joe's -- between my lips couldn't mute the primal scream that I released; a scream accompanied by the cheers of all four men.

That orgasm was followed by a short hiatus In proceedings; I suppose everyone, not least myself needed a few minutes rest and recuperation. Beers were passed around, even I took a swig from Sam's and I'm really not a beer drinker and at Matt's suggestion - "If Jessica's a screamer we'd better not let the neighbours hear her." - the stereo was turned on too.

It was clear that there'd been no advanced plan made for my... ravishment; I guess the boys hadn't dared to go that far without first testing the veracity of Jake's tales? But in just a few minutes -- it couldn't have been a half-hour since I'd stepped through the door! - they'd discovered it was all true: Jessica Taylor was a MILF-whore and game for anything!

While I said there'd been a hiatus, a 'lull' would perhaps have been a better description? Sam and Joe continued to take turns -- albeit it sedately - in my acquiescent mouth -- and Jo remained sat on the floor between my legs, leaning against my left thigh, with her fingernails scraping languidly through the damp valleys of my vulva... That was lush.

It was several minutes before the spell was broken and once again it was Matt who broke it. "Are we going to arse-fuck Jessica or what? I won first dibs at that and I'm good to go."

Amidst the growls of agreement I got a sharp reminder that these events were being saved for posterity when I heard Jo call out "Give me a minute to change the camera's battery before you start."

Whether Jo managed I don't know, but it certainly took far less than a minute for the boys to haul me off the couch and onto my knees before it; Joe was by then sitting in the spot I'd just vacated, his hand once more entwining in my hair as he pulled my mouth forward and onto his rigid cock for a second time.

In almost the same moment I felt the sensation of wet and chilly -- no doubt lube coated -- finger sliding back and forth between my buttocks and then it skewering into my bum a few seconds later. Those penetrations continued for a dozen seconds before withdrawing; I then felt a stiff cock brush between my buttocks in replacement.

I was trembling, but it wasn't with the fear that had afflicted me when Jake first took me there; especially knowing that it was Matt behind me: Matt wasn't nearly so well endowed as Jake, indeed his cock was the smallest of the four I'd seen this evening... If I'd been offered a choice as to who would be the first to take my bum, I would've chosen Matt.

But size can be deceptive; what is it they say 'it's not the size of your weapon, but how you wield it'. Matt's cock slammed into me hard and fast, it was perhaps a good job that the stereo volume had been increased, as even a mouth-full of Joe's cock barely quelled the bestial howl that Matt's brutal incursion tore from my lips.

As that faded, there was a moment of silence; swiftly broken by a cry of "Take it easy man, if you ream Jess like that she'll__"

It was Sam who'd spoken out, but I was the one who interrupted his appeal: "No! Just like that... Keep it going." That led to a second moment of silence, before the room erupted with cheers, roars and a mish-mash of lewd, crude and frankly amoral suggestions; that encouragement and advice being directed toward myself as well as Matt.

How much Matt deciphered of it I'll never know; with everyone talking over each other very little was discernible individually, but the sentiment of the room was clearly apparent: Jessica Turner was the MILF arse-whore that Jake had promised; a veritable fuck-toy for their entertainment and they intended to make full use of her.

With Matt's fingers biting deep into my buttocks as he pounded his cock into me and Joe twisting my hair with one hand and my left boob with the other, I was pinned rigidly between them, absorbing the full force of their opposing penetrations. There were fingers inside my pussy too... whose were those? Not Jo's I would've recognised hers.

With that three-way stimulation my next orgasm -- unsurprisingly! -- wasn't long in arriving and it was a doozy. Another wild and noisy climax, followed by complete dissipation, which saw me collapse limply between the two men; neither stopped fucking me, but I was aware that they'd both dropped several gears and reduce the pace and force of their assault.

During that second lull the room's noise level lowered too, so I clearly heard Sam's wailed appeal -- I discovered it was his fingers, perhaps now all four? - that were in my pussy too: "Hurry up and finish you two, I'm ready for another turn."

It was Joe who replied "I'm going to be a while yet, but don't worry mate, there's room enough for all three of us. Come on Jess, I've not sampled that juicy cunt yet, so climb up here and sit on my cock; then you can suck-off Sam while Matt finishes opening up that tight arse ready for the rest of us."

The speed with which I shook off my torpor and made a move to comply with Joe's instruction was no doubt taken as yet more evidence of Jess Taylor's wanton... Availability. I'd heard the term 'air-tight' from Jake and I was eager to experience it for myself; thirty seconds later and I had... it was even raunchier than I'd expected.

While having my bum and pussy penetrated together wasn't as painful as I'd envisaged, it was restrictive and the fucking which followed proved far more sedate than those that'd gone before. Not that I was in any way complaining; that sensation of... fullness was truly awesome and with boys having slowed down, it'd hopefully last longer?

I was proved half, or more precisely 2/3, correct: I'd only been riding the boys for a few minutes when one of them to my disappointment, shot his load. My surprise too, insofar as it was Sam who lost control and he'd been last of the three to get his cock inside me; that surprise saw me caught out by the gouts of semen which Sam began abruptly spewing into my mouth.

Besides my coughs and splutters, the air was also soon filled by Joe and Matt berating and teasing poor Sam for his short-lived and so abruptly concluded performance. Their taunts concluded with a call for Jo to "Give the camera to Tom and get yourself over here; Jess needs cleaning-up again."

It seemed but an instant later that a now naked Jo was knelt on the couch beside me, eagerly licking off the sticky splodges of semen that adorned my cheeks, chin and décolletage. I couldn't stop my eyes from taking in the sight of Jo's elfin form; she looked so pale, slight and above all young! I shuddered with the realisation that this girl was only a year or so older than my own daughters.

Jo was, or at least I hoped that she was, far more mature sexually than my own girls; in less than a minute she'd laved away every drop of Sam's spilled seed. By then Jo's fingers were playing with my nipples and those had risen to the occasion and that, in tandem with the feline purr escaping from my lips no doubt confirmed my appreciation?

Having removed the final drops of spunk from my collar bones, Jo's head rose and she leant forward with the obvious intent of kissing me. It was an intention that I was happy to accommodate, though it arrived with yet one more surprise: Jo hadn't swallowed Sam's cum, it sat in a pool upon her tongue and when that slipped into my mouth, it was a pool that we shared.

That drew yet more cheers from the boys; those concluding with a call for Tom to replace Sam on the couch and "get Jess airtight again".

I wasn't the one to object; that was Jo: "No; Tom can carry on with the filming... It's time for Jess to give me some of her attention." As Jo clambered onto the couch -- she stood rather than knelt -- beside me, I got my first view of her pussy; though 'pussy' was perhaps something of a misnomer, as her pubis was shaved smooth.

That revelation served to exacerbate the image of youth which Jo's nakedness projected, an image which again brought my own daughters to mind. Those thoughts saw me trembling once again and hesitating too, I froze like a deer in the headlights until Jo resolved the issue for herself: her hand in my hair pulled me forward as Jo growled "Eat me Jess... We both know you want to."

My hands went to Jo's hips; not to halt the advance, but to help maintain Jo's balance and perhaps my own. That teenaged cunt just looked so vulnerably delicious and my tongue was already protruding as I pressed my face between Jo's open legs. As expected, my willing acquiescence drew yet more affirmative growls from the men surrounding us.

And in a night of surprises, the moment my tongue slipped through Jo's vulva I received one more: The sweet, yet sharp flavour of Jo's pussy was overlaid with the metallically salty taste of semen; Tom must have been fucking Jo's sweet cunt while the other boys were gang-banging me. That surprise must have shown on my face; I heard Jo croon "Your turn to clean me up."

I've no idea what Jo had anticipated, but I like to think that I exceeded her expectations. It was more than twenty years since I'd eaten pussy, but back then I'd enjoyed more than my fair share and now discovered that just like riding a bicycle... It's a skill that one never forgets; my hands slipped down to Jo's pert bum, holding her in place as my mouth began to devour her.

Almost immediately Jo's own hands dropped from my head onto my shoulders; I suspect she needed the improved support as her legs wavered beneath her? Having pressed my tongue as far as it would reach into Jo's channel and swept away ever drop of Tom's semen and teasing her clitoris along the way, I turned my attention to Jo's vulva.

Using my tongue to tease between the sensitive folds, but also my lips and teeth to suckle and lightly chew on her unusually protuberant labial lips. It was a move which had never failed me - I recall Laura Clark having been especially susceptible -- and Jo was no exception; Jo soon began to moan and gasp, as the weight of her hands upon my shoulders increased while those tremors in her legs did similar.

Jo's moans and gasps had morphed into a continuous chant of 'Oh Gods' even before I took one hand from her buttocks to tease at her clit with a thumb. Jo's chanting continued, but it's volume steadily increased reaching a crescendo when my tongue returned to laving the depths of her channel; as expected, the flow of Jo's juices had washed down a further deposit of Tom's cum.

Barely seconds later Jo's climax arrived with a primal-scream, Jo's legs failed her completely and I was unable to stop her falling. Fortunately, Tom had been paying close attention and was able to both soften Jo's collapse and direct it onto the couch cushions rather than the floor, where Jo lay in a flushed and dissipated heap as that orgasm shuddered through her.

Only then did I notice that Tom hadn't been the only one to have been paying close attention to Jo and I. The room around us had fallen almost silent, the boys' advice and encouragement having faded away as they watched the show. Both Joe and Matt had both been so enamoured by our performance they'd all but stopped fucking me while I'd been feasting on Jo's pussy.

Despite that pause in proceedings, it was only a few seconds later while we all watched Jo trembling and gasping on the couch beside us, that Joe released a gasp of his own and I felt his cum begin pumping into my pussy. I guess he hadn't need to fuck me any longer, what he'd just witnessed having proved more than sufficient to trigger his own climax.

Matt too perhaps felt that pulsing infusion into my pussy as he almost immediately began thrusting into my bum once again. Not for long though, no doubt over-excited in the same way that Joe had been from watching Jo capitulate, he managed no more than another four or five strokes before releasing his seed into my bowel.

With all four of the boys and Jo too having climaxed in the last few minutes, I thought that might prove to be the end of things. Whilst exhausted, I can't deny that I was disappointed or at least... miffed at that; they might've all climaxed, but it felt to have been an age since my last orgasm. Salvation arrived in the shape of young men's recuperative abilities:

The extent of my exhaustion became apparent as Matt's softening cock was slid free from my bum and he stood up. Without his support I slipped off Joe's lap and landed on the floor; I could feel their semen leaking from both of my orifices. A moment later there was a collision between Sam and Tom as both moved in on me.

"So do we toss for a coin for Jess or share her?" those words were Sam's.

I interjected before Tom had the chance to answer: "You share me... I want both of you together."

At which Tom chimed in: "Suits me; Which of us do you want where?"

"In my pussy."

"Yeah, but which of us?"

"Both of you... at the same time." God knows where that proposal had sprung from, it wasn't something I'd ever experienced or even thought of. Perhaps it arose earlier when Sam felt to have forced almost his whole hand inside me? The sensation of being so... stretched had been awesome and surely two cocks at once would do similar, but feel even more sordid?

The speed with which Sam and Tom fulfilled my request proved how much they liked the idea and the rapt attention with which everyone else watched my dual penetration suggested the feeling was unanimous. The experience was all that I'd hoped and hearing Jo growl "Oh God yes... I want it like that too." seemed to put the cherry on top; the first orgasm tore through me barely two seconds after.

A second orgasm arrived not two minutes later, that one was definitely triggered by Sam and Tom both blowing their loads. I've no idea which of them came first, but they were within a couple of seconds of each other and I've wondered since whether ones ejaculation was what triggered the other? I could feel those two cocks sliding independently within my pussy, so they must've felt each others too.

That was far from the end of proceedings, but things were a little less... hectic thereafter, with Jo more than living up to her promise to 'lighten the load a little'. Her first indication of meeting that commitment had arrived during that second orgasm, a climax which Jo greeted with wildly clapping hands and a girlishly squealed, "Me next! Me next! Just like that!"

I got the impression that Tom wasn't overly-enamoured by Jo's demand, but with his softening cock still buried in my pussy alongside Sam's, he wasn't really in any position to object. I wasn't able to read Tom's expression when Jo later invited the boys to triple penetrate her, as in that moment I was on my knees with my face buried in a cushion and Tom's cock buried in my bum.

I've no idea what time we finally called time on that party, but I remember it concluding with a long, hot shower in company with Jo; none of the boys were invited to join us, though they were all squeezed into the bathroom watching. After that we wrote a note to Jake and Emma to say I was bunking-up in Jo's room to 'allow them some space'; though it didn't mention that Tom would be with us too.

It was after ten before I woke-up, or perhaps that should have read 'awoken'; I might've still been sleeping at noon were it not for the sensations of Jo's pussy pressing against my lips and Tom's cock against my pussy. With deference to Emma next door, that was a very sedate coupling but provided all three of us with a final, albeit muted climax to the weekend.

With Sam and Jake again assisting with our luggage, we made it -- just! - onto the three-thirty train home. Tom and Jo arrived at the railway station to wave us off as well; I couldn't fail to notice Emma's eyebrow-raised expression at the sensuality of the parting kiss which Jo delivered me of. I was asleep within ten minutes of the trains departure, something else which surprised Emma "Hey, I was the one who was partying all night mum, not you!"