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Musketeers Part 3 

Over the next few days and weeks life settled into a bit of a pattern. 

There was, of course the rule, both unwritten and unspoken, that said Jo would keep her virginity until she decided to give it away. There was a secondary rule which said that if Jo said "no" there was no fun to be had. 

Thankfully, Jo didn't say "no" very often. 

When the musketeers were together Jo usually ended up effectively naked. 

Generally any shirt or top would be discarded and jeans and panties would find their way to the space specifically reserved for them around her ankles. The three boys would then go to work and the inevitable result would be extremely sensitive nipples and a thunderous orgasm. 

Sometimes they would tease her by withdrawing whichever digits were pounding in and out of her cunt. They wouldn't withdraw completely. Just enough to make the girl arch upwards to maintain contact. They would keep lifting the bar until Jo was arched like some world famous gymnast and spread wide and taught in the process and then they would, as one, attack breasts and clit to demand a shuddering climax. Alternatively, they would hold her down whilst one or other of them mercilessly attacked that same clit to draw out as many orgasms as possible without allowing the girl time to recover or speak. The record was 5 so far and that had left the youngster gasping for air and in need of help to stand. 

Usually, opportunities would present themselves when the occupants of one or other of the homes went out. The four would converge on the empty home as if drawn by some previously unheard of scent. Sometimes, when indoor activities were not possible and more and more as the weather improved, they would find a quiet spot in the woods or a field. 

The boys would take great delight in Jo's added nervousness at being naked out of doors. 

Regularly, after she had been given some time to recover from her exertions, she was encouraged to service the boys needs. 

They were all different in their attitude. Gary was most definitely the shyest of the three. He would allow her access via an open fly but she was not allowed past his cotton briefs and had to apply her gift through the material. 

Kyle was a bit more determined but seemed equally unwilling to expose himself in front of the other boys. At least she got to touch flesh though. 

Mikey was, well Mikey was Mikey. He appeared to have no inhibitions and would drop his jeans and boxers and lie back to allow Jo to do her work. She loved it. She loved the look on his face as she dragged a climax from him, she loved the power and she loved just to look at the semi naked and vulnerable boy stretched out before her. 

Of course, it was usually weekends when the four met as a group. 

Apart from the occasional time when she found herself bundled down a small alleyway on the way home from school there was never time for them to meet up on school nights. Even on that occasion she had felt somehow cheated. Her trousers had been lowered and each boy had slipped one or two fingers into her but each contact was so brief as to offer no relief and then they were off again, anxious not to appear to be late home and worry their respective mothers. 

Some opportunities did arise from one to one encounters and on these occasions the differences between the boys became apparent. 

Gary continued to be shy and often gave up on any chance he might have had rather than risk taking a chance. 

Kyle was a more demanding figure. He enjoyed power and control and was rather more determined and selfish. 

On one occasion, after Jo had helped him with some maths homework, the two had gotten into a brief wrestling match. Jo was not surprised when her jeans disappeared and her panties followed, but when she was pushed face down into the carpet whilst Kyle rode her firm buttocks to a private climax she was somewhat annoyed. 

Mikey, on the other hand, never seemed to assume anything. He was always gentle with her. Forceful but gentle and he always ensured that she climaxed at least once before expecting any return favours. 

It seemed to Jo, as she lay in her bed one night, that the contacts she had with the boys were not frequent enough. She had realised, with some shock that most nights she drifted off to sleep after allowing her hands to wander under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and encouraging her mind to relive one or other of her favourite moments with the boys. She had surprised herself by realising that the two scenarios she replayed most often were the time she was tied to the rear of a door and very nearly stripped for the first time and, of course, the yellow dress escapade. The memory of her nakedness and full exposure brought both shivers and joy and then still more shivers. 

The summer break was something of a disappointment for the sexual hopes of the musketeers. 

For some reason the various family holidays seemed to run concurrently rather than consecutively and thus the four had very little time together as a group. 

There were some delights though. Such as the time that Jo went to the sports club with Gary and Kyle on another quiet Saturday. She had been ushered into the steam room and fully expected to find herself topless a few moments later. In fact the boys had quickly stripped off both parts of her bikini and, laying her on a bench near the door so that they could watch for other visitors, had spent a full 20 minutes bringing her to a delightful orgasm. 

Moreover, as they came t leave the pool area they had "kidnapped" her and dragged her into the deserted male changing area. Again she had lost her bikini and had been forced to earn the return of each piece by bringing the boys off. Gary had been quick and simple through his trunks but Kyle had taken longer and they had been interrupted by another member coming in. Kyle had pulled the girl into one of the handful of closed stalls, pressed her up against a wall and, once again, pounded his erection between her firm buttocks until he was satisfied. Then checking that the coast was clear the girl was released to recover her bikini and return to the ladies area. 

On another Saturday Jo and Mikey had been chatting whilst playing a computer game. The subject had, of course, turned to sex and Jo found herself admitting which two scenarios were her favourites. The following day she had found herself tied to her own bed. Her parents were in the garden and she could hear them through the open window. Her hands were tied together at the wrists and then to the headboard of her bed. Her legs were unbound and had been left that way so that Mikey could remove her jeans and panties entirely. 

"Mikey" she hissed, aware of the open window "they're just outside. What if they come in?" 

He grinned, raised a finger to his lips and straddled her to unbutton her shirt. 

Spreading the shirt wide he sat back on his haunches to admire her nakedness. Then, as she fully expected, he reached forward and found her breasts. He covered each with a hand and allowed his thumbs to glide over her nipples. A little air escaped her lips and her nipples reacted almost instantly. After a few moments they were swollen and firm and Jo had started to move her hips under his body. The voices still carried in from the garden which gave Mikey the reassurance to continue. Jo, by this time, probably didn't care. She had closed her eyes to relish the moment but opened them with a start when she felt strange contact with her pussy. 

Her head bolted upwards and she looked past the hand that continued to massage her right breast, her gaze went under Mikeys' raised body and focussed on the small emergency candle in his hand. It was the kind of candle that you might keep under the kitchen sink for power cuts and the like, at least that is where he had found it. 

He watched Jo carefully as he used the candle to part her outer lips. She had a look of confusion in her eyes. He tweaked her nipple and watched in satisfaction as her head rolled back and her legs parted slightly. The candle slipped into the newly lubricated passage and another moan escaped the young girls lips. He pushed it higher but stopped when it met resistance. He retracted the candle slowly and then returned it more forcefully. He did it again and again and soon the girl was thrashing underneath him trying to force the final contact that her clit needed. 

It wasn't to be. 

Mikey overheard the conversation through the window, realised time was up and threw himself into the task of untying Jo and helping her dress. By the time her mother popped her head around the door to ask if they wanted tea they were sat either side of a risk board with a full battle in progress. Jo's mother didn't seem to notice the slightly musky smell in the air, or her daughters' far away look as Mikey answered for them both. 

The start of the new school year brought new challenges. Not only academically. 

Jo was having a seriously hard time persuading her mother that the traditional birthday sleepover should go ahead for her birthday in October. 

"My girl" shouted her mother "You will be 13 years old. It's simply not right for you to spend the night with a group of boys!" 

Eventually, with the help of her father and the innocent reminder that they always spent birthdays together her mother gave way. It was clear from the start though that they would have no peace, no privacy and no sex that night. 

The instant that they put the dvd into the drive mum popped her head around the door. She religiously repeated her entrance every 15 minutes until she was certain that they had finished watching the film and had settled down to sleep. Indeed they had. During one of the lulls between visits they had agreed to take no chances and for the first sleepover in ages they all watched the film! 

The following morning a more relaxed Mrs Holloway served them breakfast and then, after the boys had popped home to change, the musketeers were off. 

They had agreed on a spy game at Mikeys' suggestion but rather than start playing as soon as they reached the wooded area, Mikey led them deeper into the trees. They moved away from the familiar paths used by dog walkers and joggers and on down to the small stream that ran through the trees. They didn't even stop there. Fording the water they slipped past the signs that now warned of private property and the prosecuting of trespassers and into the deep private woods. 

Only then did Mikey announce the rules. Jo would be the spy and would have to try and make it to a designated oak tree two or three hundred metres away to win the game. The boys would be the soldiers searching for he spy. 

Jo felt a tingle on anticipation when Mikey winked at her. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned her favourite scenarios. Oh well! 

Jo was given time to move off in the opposite direction to her target oak and then boys fanned out. The chances of her making it around behind them were slim and so the trick was to ensure that she couldn't simply hide and wait for them to pass her by. That is exactly what the new teenager tried to do. Outwit her younger friends by hiding in a clump of bushes just off the main path. Unfortunately for Jo, Kyle had stopped to re tie his shoelace and was behind the others when she appeared from her hiding place. 

Glancing over her shoulder at the backs of Mikey and Gary and turned and ran straight into Kyle who couldn't believe his luck. He yelled out and held her fast whilst the other two came rushing back. 

"Nice try" said Mikey as he fished some short ropes out of the rucksack he had brought along. 

Jo dutifully held her arms out and was quickly bound at the wrists. The boys then marched her to a suitable tree and, with another section of rope, tied her hands above her head to a branch a little bit above her. In keeping with the game they did at least make some pretence of asking questions before they decided to search her. 

As Gary and Kyle ran their hands all over her body, patting and stroking through her clothes, she looked at Mikey who stood slightly apart and who winked at her infuriatingly. She knew that it was only a matter of time before her clothes were ineffective and she found herself wondering about the warmth of the October day before letting her mind drift to the expected pleasure to follow. 

Sure enough Mikey soon pointed out that buttons could be a transmitter, a bomb or a hidden camera and should be studied carefully. That meant studied and undone. As each button gave way the shirt gaped a little more and Jo closed her eyes to enjoy the impact of the cool wind on her flesh. She opened them periodically to check out the expressions on her friends faces and marvelled in the power that she had over them right now. The shirt hung loose and Mikey moved forward. Taking the bottom of the shirt in each and he tugged it behind her and refastened the lowest button. The shirt now had no choice but to gape and Jo's naked breasts were exposed to the world. 

A command to check the nipples for false implants sent a shiver through the 13 year old. 

Kyle and Gary were quick and efficient and soon her breaths were coming in short sharp bursts, squeezed in between the feelings and sensations being generated by the boys. 

Still Mikey stood back and watched. When he did move in it was to slowly undo the top button of her jeans. She gasped as the pressure was released and looked deep into his eyes as he lowered her zipper. He broke eye contact long enough to escort the denim, as well as her cotton panties, to their rightful place around her ankles, and then he was back. 

He stroked her mound gently as they stared at each other and then Jo groaned loudly as she spotted the candle in his raised right hand. 

Kyle and Gary stopped at he sound and looked on as Mikey inserted the wax object between the outer folds of her pussy. Jo parted her legs slightly and Mikey pushed up until he could go no further. Jo whimpered a little as he tugged the object back out almost as far as it would go before sending it back deep inside the girl. 

Kyle and Gary watched as Mikey built up both speed and rhythm and as the teen started reacting to the assault. Pretty soon her hips were thrusting to meet the upward rush, Jo ignoring the impact of the bark of the tree on her bare arse as she moved. 

Mikey could tell the girl was close.

 "Ok troops" he commanded "nipples. Do her nipples." 

The howl that escaped Jo's lips was earth shattering. It would not have been out of place in one of the horror movies the musketeers watched on birthday sleepovers and it marked the climax of an orgasm built of new urgent experiences like none the girl had touched before. Her knees buckled and the boys rushed to hold her up as they undid her bonds. Then they lowered her near naked form to the floor of the wood and sat round the girl protectively whilst she returned to them. 

Once dressed the boys guided her back the way they had come and the four spent the remainder of the day playing board games in the dining room of Jo's home. 

Gary's birthday, in early December, went almost unmarked. The musketeers provided gifts, as did his family and other friends, but there was no sleepover. Instead, his sleepover event was to be included in a fancy dress party to be held between Christmas and New Year on the basis that everybody would be up late anyway. 

After some discussion between parents each musketeer was presented with his/her costume on Christmas day itself. It consisted, yes you've guessed, of a wide brimmed musketeer hat incorporating a long curly wig, an imitation leather sash and sword belt with a plastic rapier, and of course the obligatory false moustache. 

A few telephone calls later (the musketeers rarely actually met on Christmas day) and they had all agreed to wear the outfits on the day. 

Secrecy ensued with nobody prepared to show their outfit to each other and each trying to find the right accessories to make it look better. 

Jo had a far easier time of it than anybody else. After all, she already had a white flouncy party shirt and calf length boots. All she needed was suitable trousers. Eventually she borrowed a pair of black cotton yoga pants from a rather large neighbour and, by tucking the excess cloth into her boots and holding the waist together with her sword belt, achieved the result she was after. 

The boys had to make do with ordinary shirts, although both Gary and Mikey borrowed them from their respective fathers to achieve the baggy result and Mikey used elastic bands on his wrists to make the sleeves balloon out. They all decided on school trousers and regulation black school shoes. Kyle though, did have the façade of a pair of boots made by wrapping black bin bags around his legs. 

On the night, when they did their "all for one and one for all" at the very start of the party they got rapturous applause. Then it was party time. They mingled, they played hide and seek, they eat and they drank. Mostly coke but sometimes the occasional almost empty glass would be helped on its way by one or other of the four. 

The party went on and somebody suggested moving the kids sleepover to Kyle's house next door. Kyle complained that he wasn't ready for bed but was persuaded when his parents agreed he could use the attic playroom for the night. 

Sleeping bags were gathered from Gary's room and the four musketeers made their way across the lawn to the house next door. 

Once ensconced in the attic room the ladder was raised and the trap pulled shut. The four surveyed each other. Kyle had long since lost his bin bag boots and Mikey had broken at least one of the elastic bands so that one shirt sleeve had overwhelmed his hand. All had discarded the moustaches but other than that they looked pretty complete. 

"All for One" shouted Mikey 

"One for All" came the joint response. 

"You Jo" Mikey went on "You are the One." 

She looked puzzled. Smiling he explained 

"we three are all here to look after you - the one. And you - the one - are for us to play with and share." 

She giggled as the boys advanced upon her. 

This time they were artists. She was stripped naked and then redressed. By the time they had finished she wore her hat and wig, her sash and sword belt (complete with sword) and her boots. Nothing else. 

Her breasts, separated by the sash, played a game of hide and seek with each other. Her pubic mound and tuft of blonde pubic hair shone from beneath the sword belt which hung loose around her hips. 

Mikey and, surprisingly, Gary shrugged off their oversized shirts. Kyle joined them just to be the same. Mikey led the ritual kicking off his shoes and tossing them and his socks to the other side of the room. His school trousers quickly followed and he stood in a pair of red cotton boxers. Kyle quickly followed suit and stood in his own boxers looking at the reluctant Gary. Eventually the most recent teen gave in and also stripped to his underwear, a pair of blue briefs. Then and only then, did any of the boys lay a hand on Jo. 

The delay had been unusual and she had filled it with images of past and future events. She was, before the first finger touched her, very wet. The hat and wig went early, revealing her tousled blond hair to have become damp and even more unruly during its wearing. She was lowered into a seated position against a large beanbag. One boy was on either side and she had a hand caressing each boy's buttocks through their underwear. Her legs were drawn up slightly and parted and the third boy, Mikey of course, was positioned between her open thighs. 

As Kyle and Gary opened fire on her already erect nipples she hissed at Mikey 

"Don't wait". 

He reached forward, managed to withdraw her sword from the scabbard and inverted it so that the handle faced her. He looked up to see her shake her head and then slipped the tip of the handle between the outer folds of the young cunt. 

The handle was thicker and longer than the candle. It also had a hand grip moulded into it rather than the smooth wax surface. 

As Mikey pushed the sword handle deeper the ridges in the plastic made themselves known and Jo groaned long and deep. It took three strokes with the sword handle before Jo orgasmed. Her whole body jolted and a combination of panted air and noises spurted from her mouth before she lay back, motionless on the bean bag. As she came too her hands instinctively sort out the erections of the two nearest boys. She slipped her right hand between the fly of Kyle's boxers and found him waiting and desperate. Her left hand snaked to the obvious cotton covered lump beneath Gary's pants and she expertly found the head with a thumb and forefinger. Mikey sat back on his haunches and surveyed the picture that he had painted. 

A lithe teenage girl wearing nothing but black boots and a sash and sword belt reclined against a brightly coloured bean bag. In each hand she manipulated an erect cock. Her legs were drawn up but parted to reveal her private secrets and the hilt of a rapier was buried deep within her. It was gorgeous to behold. 

As he watched her drag his friends to climax he would occasionally wiggle the sword blade in front of him and watch the ripple of pleasure rise through Jo's body. Occasionally it would also encourage her mouth to form silent words or her teeth to bit down gently on her lower lip. Either way he knew that she was close to a second climax herself. Gary yelped a little as he achieved his dry climax and Jo shifted both hands to deal with Kyle who followed suit seconds later. 

As the two fell backwards in their own sexual stupor Mikey shuffled forwards on his knees until he was pressing against the inside of her thighs. She glanced at him and allowed her eyes to travel down his torso to the stiff shaft pushing out from under his boxers. Reaching forwards she tugged the waistband away from his body and down allowing his cock to spring free. She slipped his boxers down to his thighs and then concentrated her attention on the third erection of the day. She quickly found her rhythm, slipping up and down his cock and passing her thumb over the sensitive head with each stoke. 

As she did so Mikey reached behind and used the sword blade to guide the other missile weapon on a further mission into her cunt. She gasped with the first movement but quickly recovered her stoke and soon found both her hand and the sword hilt moving in unison. She achieved a second climax before Mikey achieved his first and had to concentrate hard to keep moving up and down his erection. When he finally climaxed with the third dry event of the night she collapsed back exhausted. 

A little later she whimpered as the sword hilt was withdrawn from her body. She felt herself being lifted and turned but determinedly refused to open her eyes in acknowledgement. She was placed face down across the bean bag, her legs were spread apart and a fresh erection found its way between the firm globes of her buttocks. 

"Kyle" she thought as the urgent pounding started and stopped a few seconds later. 

She didn't know, or care, who it was who fingered her for a few minutes a little later and the next rational thought she had was when she awoke, still naked save for the boots and belt regalia, as the dawn light crept through the velux window above her. 

She crept off to the bathroom without disturbing the boys and then returned, discarded the semblance of clothing, found her pyjamas awaiting her on top of her sleeping bag and, after dressing in them, slipped into the warmth of the bag for a few more hours of sleep. 

Jo had no further sexual contact with any of the boys until shortly before the half tem break and Kyle's birthday bash in February. She and Mikey had a joint history presentation to give on the Friday before the holiday and on the Thursday before had gathered for a final tidy up of the notes and a practise of who would say what. She had promised her mother that she would be home by 9.00 at the latest and made a point of telling Mikey that as soon as she arrived at his house. 

Wasting no time they finished their notes and did a dry run of each others parts of the 5 minute presentation. Satisfied with the results Mikey checked his watch. He then looked sideways at the pretty creature lying next to him on his bedroom floor and quickly slithered on top of her, pinning her face down. Her brief protest stopped when he flashed his watch in front of her face. 8.15. They had 45 minutes. 

Moments later and without getting off the girl he had worked her sweatshirt up and over her head. Tossing it aside he followed suit with her tee shirt and was greeted by the familiar sight of naked flesh. Despite her advancing years (!) and the pleadings of her mother Jo still refused to wear a bra whenever possible. 

Taking advantage of his position his hands snaked around her body seeking her breasts and, imperceptibly, Jo lifted her body to give him some access. His hands cupped her breasts. They had grown since the musketeers first became sexual playmates, but her breasts were still not large. They were, Mikey decided, firm but pliable and just the right size for his hands. 

He ran a thumb over each nipple as he lifted his weight from her body. Accepting the invitation Jo rolled her body beneath him and relaxed on her back her hands up behind her head, giving full and complete access to Mikey. 

Never one to miss an opportunity he grinned at her and sank down to suckle on each nipple in turn. He was, as expected, rewarded with a trademark guttural sound and a hand behind his head to encourage him not to stop. He wasn't about to. He broke off and stood. Holding out his hand for Jo to pull up on he encouraged her upwards. 

She stood and headed expectantly towards his bed. He stopped her from behind and, reaching around her slim waist, deftly slipped the button of her jeans from its holding. Her zipper slipped downwards in a fluid motion and before Jo could react her jeans and panties were at thigh level. Then he guided her to his bed, sat her on the edge and then stepped back to tug off both trainers before sliding her jeans and panties clean off. 

"Mikey" she cut in "what if your mums comes in?" 

"She won't. She promised to yell up at five to nine but she won't come up herself." He responded. 

He didn't know if his answer satisfied Jo but he knew that she would object no more once he claimed her breasts as his own and this he quickly did. Jo went to recline on the bed but he stopped her and, falling to the floor himself he dragged her with him. Naked save for her cotton ankle socks Mikey arranged her on all fours and toyed with her breasts as they hung below her body. 

Her torso arched and curved appreciatively with each caress. His moves became stronger and more intense. He would pinch, twist or tug on her nipples eliciting grateful noises from the teenage girl and then, when he was certain that the time was right, he slipped one hand down her back, over her buttocks and between her legs from behind. His reward was an instant parting of flesh as Jo moved her legs to give him better access and he took the opportunity to slip first one and then a second finger within her folds. She shuddered in delight and pushed back onto his fingers. Briefly she was disappointed when his other hand abandoned her breasts but it soon returned. 

As her eyes flicked open and shut she realised the reason for the brief abandonment. Under her head was an open magazine. The words were a blur due to the movement Mikey forced into her body but the pictures were clear enough. 

There were three. The first showed a young woman, about 20 she guessed, slowly licking the underside of a huge cock. The second showed the same women with her lips parted just enough to allow the head of the cock between them and the third showed an obscene bulge in the women's cheek where the cock threatened to force its' way out of the side of her face. 

She pushed the magazine away from her with one hand and Mikey reacted with a quickening of pace in her cunt and a more furious attack on her swollen nipples. She thrust back against his hand just once more and it was enough. Her head collapsed to the floor as the climax tore through her and she stayed there, arse in the air, with two fingers still plunging in and out of her cunt. 

Eventually he stopped and let her come back to some resemblance of control. 

She lifted her head and looked at him with half lidded lust-filled eyes and then crawled over to where he sat, propped up against his bed. She looked at his face and deep into his eyes. Maintaining eye contact all the while she undid his jeans and, with the help of him lifting off the floor slightly, tugged the material and his boxers down to his thighs. The inevitable erection was there. She hadn't seen it yet but she could almost feel the heat emanating from it. 

Still staring deep into his eyes her fingers wrapped around the head of his cock and she started her usual motion. His eyes gave nothing away. They showed no anticipation, no disappointment, no demands. 

No demand. 

That was the key and once it registered Jo lowered her head and allowed her tongue to flick the tip of Mikey's erect cock. The taste wasn't as bad as she might have imagined and she followed up by lowering her mouth over the head of his cock and enveloping him in a warm wetness unlike anything he had ever known. She wondered what she should be doing now and allowed her tongue to massage the cock head within her mouth. That apparently was exactly what she should have done because she felt the familiar tensing of muscles as Mikey achieved his climax. This time though the climax wasn't dry. Mikey spurted into her mouth and she gagged and spat his cock out. The second spurt hit her chest and the third she caught in the hand she quickly used to control the monster. 

"MIKEY" she whined 

He was dumbstruck. 

"Sorry Jo. That's never happened before....honest...sorry....I `er ....I wouldn't have um" 

His stammering apology stopped as she smiled at him and lowered her head once more to his lessening erection. She licked and sucked him clean before finding a tissue and cleaning herself up. 

Mikey sat, leaning against the bed, awestruck. Jo had finished dressing before he could bring himself to say anything. Even then she waved his explanation away. 

"It's cool Mikey" she whispered "and it's even cooler that your first time was with me." 

With that she left, closing the door softly behind her and, calling out a goodbye to Mikeys' parents, Jo left the building. 

Kyle's birthday sleepover was a washout. Or a least it would have been had Kyle not automatically clamed the attic room. Buoyed on by Mrs Holloway's concerns at teenage hormones Kyle's parents insisted that the trap be left open and followed up with regular visits throughout the film. Every now and then the ladder would creak and an adult head would peer over the hatch. Each time the four children would be in their sleeping bags, propped up on elbows or leaning against bean bags, watching the film and stuffing popcorn or crisps. The final visit was just as the film ended. 

"Kyle" said his father "I suggest that you close the trap before you settle down just in case one of you rolls towards it when you sleep." 

Kyle was taken aback at the good fortune but he hid it well when he replied. 

"Er OK Dad. I didn't think of that." 

Minutes later the ladder had been raised, the trapdoor firmly shut and the main lights doused. 

Despite the blinds over the velux windows the teens were anxious that the light from the main lights would be too bright and might attract attention from outside. Now the room bore only the faint glow from two table lamps a few feet apart. The boys gathered around Jo who was still cuddled into her sleeping bag. She hadn't moved. 

"Time to unwrap my present?" Kyle asked hopefully. 

Jo looked up at each of the boys in turn. Was this going to be one of those rare "not tonight boys". 

"Just be quiet will you" she whispered. 

With broad grins all around the party started. They unzipped her bag completely and simply unfolded it into a flat square. Moments later a flurry of hands sent clothing into various corners of the room and Jo, once again, lay naked before them all. 

They caressed her body with their eyes, their hands and, occasionally, their tongues. She loved it. After a while, when the usual finger tip control of her nipples had taken effect Mikey directed that she be moved. Once again Jo found herself on all fours, breasts hanging, legs slightly apart. 

Kyle's birthday wish having been offered in spades he moved behind her and, despite keeping his erection covered by his pyjamas, he pressed it between her tight young buttocks and began his favourite sawing motion. He moved one hand under the girl and found her slit. He offered enough stimulation down there to keep her from getting bored whilst he used her buttocks and that, together with Gary playing her nipples like a bongo kit brought her closer and closer to that falling off a cliff and flying feeling. 

Mikey moved around in front of her and with a gentle hand lifted her head so that he could look into her eyes. He recognised the lust induced trance like state which showed itself under hooded eyelids. He leaned in and kissed away a stray part of fringe that had stuck to her forehead and then he shuffled forwards, knelt up and slipped his pyjama bottoms down. 

His erect cock bobbed just below the now hanging head. Her eyes registered its existence and her mouth opened obligingly to take him. 

"Shit" exclaimed Kyle "I want some of that." 

"Shhh" replied Mikey "She'll do all of us." 

Whether in response or not Jo groaned loudly. 

Now Mikey took command. 

"Milk her tits Gary. Really tug them down. Kyle, its time to hit her clit." 

A loud groan came again. Jo felt her tits tugging down and her body sagged to go with them. The cock in her mouth seemed to swell to take up all the available space. She gagged once as the pressure on her breasts subsided and her head came back up. Then she fell off the edge. Her hips bucked wildly against the fingers intruding her space and her head bucked equally wildly up and down the shaft on which it was impaled. Another groan, this time from Mikey, heralded his climax. Jo still had no real control over her thrashing body. The new attack from the warm sticky fluid was dealt with the only way she could. She swallowed as much as possible and allowed the rest to drip from her gaping mouth. As her orgasm subsided she rolled onto her side. The mess on her face glowed in the lamplight. 

"Fucking hell" said Kyle 

"You came." 

Kyle and Gary were both much impressed. After all Mikey was the youngest of the four and yet the first to achieve a real ejaculation. Moreover, he did it inside her mouth. Briefly they were awestruck and asked hurried questions about how long he had been doing it and what it felt like. 

Jo lay still and recovered her senses. Another milestone had been passed and she knew she would have to repeat her performance for the other two. 

Briefly she wondered why Mikey couldn't keep that particular intimacy between the two of them but the mantra passed into her mind on cue "All for One and One for All." She felt herself being hauled upwards into a kneeling position and opened her eyes. Kyle stood directly in front of her, the bulge in his boxers obvious. He glanced around, apparently anxious at displaying himself for the first time. Than, decision made, he shoved his pyjama bottoms south, clamped a hand behind Jo's neck and encouraged mouth and cock to become one. 

Why did she always feel so used by Kyle. Briefly she thought about biting down but before she had finished chuckling inwardly at the resulting commotion he had finished. 

He withdrew his fast shrinking cock and quickly covered it once again with his pyjamas. 

"That was awesome Jo. You can do that again" he promised. 

He didn't notice the daggers in her eyes. Jo looked around. Gary was sitting quietly at the far side of the room. She crawled over to him. He looked terrified. As she drew near he pulled his legs up to his stomach and wrapped his arms around his knees. 

"It's ok Jo. You don't have to." He whispered "you must be tired." 

She took pity on the shy gentle boy she had known for so long. 

"One for All" she whispered as she unwrapped his hands from his knees, encouraged them apart and dropped her head between his thighs. Once in position she tugged down the waistband of his pyjama bottoms just enough to release his erection and then, swiftly and without hesitation gave it a privacy cloak like no other. As she swirled her tongue around the head for the third time she felt him stiffen and heard the breath escaping from his mouth. Then Gary lifted her head from his crotch and quickly pulled his pyjama bottoms into place. 

Over the half term week Jo often found herself on her knees praying to a young male god. She received many favours in return of course and the week finished with everybody satisfied and content. 

End of Part 3
