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Here's the third chapter of the Me and Mrs. Jones Saga. The others can 
be found with the rest of my stories through the authors' page at 
StoriesOnline, or at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/

As always, I want your FEEDBACK! Let me know if you like it or not and 
how to make future stories better!
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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I don't recall having seen a story or series titled "Me and Mrs. Jones" 
before, but I would be surprised if there weren't several out there - 
it's such a natural for this sort of story.  Anyway, my apologies to 
anyone who might have used it before, but I couldn't think of a better 
title for this series!
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Me and Mrs. Jones - Chapter 3: Becky Becomes a Special Girl (F/m, F/f, 
Ffm, toys, oral, anal)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes-peer2b@sbcglobal.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/

As had become my habit on Fridays, I entered Mrs. Jones playroom wearing 
only the chain that clamped to my nipples and bore my nametag.  After 
having discovered Teddy with Mrs. Jones a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't 
surprised to see a rather long-haired boy kneeling between my Goddess' 
long, sleek, thighs, and receiving lessons on how to please her with his 
mouth.

Mrs. Jones smiled at me and beckoned me closer by gracefully curling one 
slender, perfectly manicured finger in my direction.

I couldn't see the new kid's nametag, but he looked a little smaller 
than Teddy, and somehow, different.

"Jimmy! How good of you to come on time!" The other kid started to raise 
his head, but a gentle pressure from Mrs. Jones' hand kept him at his 
task. "Jimmy, how would you like to give Becky here her first fuck?"

'Becky?', 'Her?' My mind reeled as it absorbed these little tidbits, but 
I didn't forget my answer.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!"

She smiled her approval, "You know where the lube is, Jimmy. Becky is 
likely to be a little dry, so use it generously.  Also, Jimmy, I want 
you to be very gentle with Becky. You get a little impetuous, sometimes, 
and while I like that, Becky is a virgin, and we want to be careful not 
to be rough with her, ok, Jimmy?"

I slathered my twitching boner with the lube that Mrs. Jones seemed to 
buy by the truckload, and knelt behind the upturned ass of Mrs. Jones' 
new lover.

In this one case, Mrs. Jones was wrong.  Becky was sopping wet.  So wet 
it was running down the inside of her thighs. By now I had a pretty good 
idea about the kinds of things that pleased Mrs. Jones.

"Mrs. Jones?" I said tentatively.

"Yes Jimmy?" she raised her head to look quizzically at me.  I didn't 
often address her except to answer questions or respond to her requests.

"Mrs. Jones, I thought you'd like to know," I grew bolder as I 
proceeded, "she's so wet it's running down her legs!"

Her smile lit up the room again, "You're such a dear for telling me, 
Jimmy! And you, Becky are such a good girl for getting so excited while 
you pleasure me!"

I swear, at Mrs. Jones praise, the trickle of fluid from the girl's 
virgin orifice doubled, and began puddling on the floor between her legs.

I positioned my own dripping sex organ at the top of the tiny pink slit 
and pushed gently.  The lube and her secretions helped, but it still 
took some work to get my swollen member through those outer defenses 
without plunging all the way to the hilt.  The head of my dick was 
squeezed and elongated by the tight, TIGHT membranes as, fraction by 
fraction, it pushed and stretched the muscles fighting its entry. Becky 
moaned into Mrs. Jones gyrating pussy when finally, the rim at the 
bottom of my plum slipped through the opening, and it tightened like a 
noose around my throbbing shaft.  A little more pushing and the little 
hole in the end of my pee tube bumped into something, causing Becky to 
jerk and squeal a little.

"I think you're at her hymen now, Jimmy." Mrs. Jones cautioned, "What I 
want you to do is back out, just a bit, then drive forward, hard and 
fast, but don't let it go too deep! No more than an inch or so, ok, Jimmy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" I promised, not at all sure I could do what she 
asked, but I could do nothing but try, since she did ask.

I pulled back about half and inch, and with a quick jerk of my hips, 
blasted through the barrier, stopping with about half my dick still 
showing.  Becky gave another little cry, but continued her 
ministrations.  She appeared quite as happy between Mrs. Jones thighs as 
I felt when it was my turn, and for a moment I experienced a sharp pang 
of jealousy.

As soon as the feeling started, it went away, as I thought of Mrs. Jones 
reaction if she even suspected I harbored such feelings.

I resumed my slow inward push.  To my amazement, I encountered another 
barrier, one that felt like a smaller version of Mrs. Jones cervix, with 
a little bit of my shaft still breathing air.

"Are you all the way in, Jimmy?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"I think so, Mrs. Jones." I replied, not at all certain, "I just hit 
something else. I think it's her cervix."

"Good boy, Jimmy!" Mrs. Jones cooed, "You hardly hurt her at all! Now, 
just pull out slowly...  Now, back in, a little faster... Good! Now 
start stroking, but go slow until she gets used to you.  You'll know 
when that happens because she'll start fucking you back, won't you dear?"

The blonde head nodded, never missing a stroke.

With excruciating patience, I did as Mrs. Jones asked, stroking slowly 
in and out. Becky didn't waste any time getting used to me.  On my 
second inward stroke, she slammed her hips back to meet me, then started 
gyrating her hips. I thrust deep and held on as the girl whose face I 
hadn't even seen yet, came around my dick for the first time.

The thought of what I was doing, and apparently doing well, at Mrs. 
Jones urging, excited me no end, and it was all I could do to keep from 
blasting my load into the little girl's grasping orifice as it rippled 
around my sensitive cock.  I knew, however, that Mrs. Jones would be 
very disappointed if I came before she did, and tried to keep my mind 
busy with something else.

Mrs. Jones stroked the girl's silky blonde hair and purred, "You just 
had an orgasm, didn't you baby?"

At the girl's nod (I could still hear her lapping away), Mrs. Jones 
admonished, "That's very nice for you dear. Every girl should enjoy her 
first fuck.  In the future, however, I would consider it a courtesy if 
you would restrain yourself and wait for me.  I'll let you know the best 
time to climax, ok, Becky?"

Becky's head nodded vigorously.

"That's good, dear." Mrs. Jones caressed the girl's tresses, "I would be 
quite disappointed if I couldn't count on you for this.  Do you 
understand, Becky?"

Another desperate nod. Becky was either a fast learner, or she had been 
in Mrs. Jones playroom longer than I thought.

"I knew you'd understand, dear." Mrs. Jones had a knack for snatching 
her special people from the brink of despair. Of course, she also had 
the knack of sending us there in the first place.

"Now, Becky," she continued, wrapping those sleek, elegant thighs around 
the girl's head, and extending one graceful foot for me to kiss and 
suckle for a few moments through the open toes of her ubiquitous high 
heeled slippers, "Jimmy's going to continue fucking you, and I want you 
to concentrate on making me feel really good.  Take the two middle 
fingers of your right hand and gently slide them inside me. That's 
right, dear. Now turn your palm up. Good, oooh, very nice. Do you feel 
that rough spot at the top of my tunnel there, Becky? I want you gently 
caress that - ooooo - that spot! Good girl! Now don't forget what your 
mouth is doing. There! Just like that! Oh, yes! Mmmmmm! Oooh, Becky, I 
can tell you're going to be almost as good as Jimmy at this!"

My heart swelled at this praise and I had to think about repairing my 
lawnmower to keep from blasting away too soon.

Mrs. Jones took Becky's head in both hands and guided its movements, 
saying, "Ok, Jimmy, I'm getting close, I need you to start speeding up. 
Will you do that for me Jimmy?"

'Will you jump in front of a speeding bus for me Jimmy?' Of course I 
would! "Yes, Mrs. Jones!"

Mrs. Jones hips began gyrating and her breathing speeded up.  Poor 
Becky's face was being turned this way and that to get her tongue to all 
the spots Mrs. Jones wanted licked, and her hips were imitating, in 
miniature, the motions of our Goddess.

As for me, I was inventorying the parts I had laid out on my garage 
floor in a desperate attempt to keep my mind off the exquisite milking 
motions the little girl's cunt was performing on my super-sensitive dick.

Mrs. Jones sighed a couple of times then bucked her hips upward, holding 
Becky's mouth hard against her mound. "Now, Becky! Now, Jimmy! Come for 
me, Babies! Come for Mrs. Jones!"

I thought she'd never ask.  As Becky's muffled shriek emerged from the 
older woman's crotch, her body went rigid, clamping even more tightly on 
my fully embedded shaft. At that moment, 'lawnmower' was a foreign 
concept. My mind was filled with brilliant light as my entire 
reproductive system emptied itself deep in the girl's spasming passage.

Mrs. Jones, too, went stiff as a board, and for a moment, I feared that 
she would break poor Becky's neck.  Her pelvis vibrated like a ten-penny 
finishing nail hit with a greasy ball-peen hammer, then she collapsed 
backward, finally relinquishing her thighs' grasp of the girl's head.

"Oh, my darlings!" Mrs. Jones rasped through a throat gone dry, "You 
wonderful, special creatures! That was incredible! Thank you so much!"

As I slowly pulled my shrinking member from the grasp of Becky's hole, 
she finally raised her head from Mrs. Jones satiated pussy.

Ever the gracious hostess, Mrs. Jones smiled and said, "Well, since you 
two have fucked, it's about time you met one another. Becky, this is 
Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Becky."

I was stunned. Becky was none other than Rebecca Hardison, my neighbor 
and long-time crush.  I had been in love with the beautiful little girl 
next door since first grade, and in lust with her since her tits started 
to poke through her T-shirts. Now, here she was, a lovely 
twelve-year-old nymph, with my cum running down her thighs, and my 
Goddess' fluids smeared all over her blushing countenance.

She gave an embarrassed little wave, hand held waist high and moving 
only from the wrist. "Uh, hi, Jimmy."

I cleared my throat. "Uh, hi, Rebecca - I mean Becky!"

"You don't think I know about the crush you have had on Becky all these 
years, Jimmy?" Mrs. Jones smiled tenderly in my direction, while Becky 
turned even redder. "What you don't know, is that SHE's had a crush on 
YOU even longer!"

Becky, unable to blush any deeper red, hung her head and found something 
on her nails that needed attention.

"I-is that true, Becky?" I almost whispered, not daring to hope.

She didn't look up until after she nodded, "Uh huh."

"Wow!" was all I could say.

Mrs. Jones smiled again. "That's why I was so pleased when I discovered 
that Becky was to be one of my special girls! I just knew you two would 
hit it off!"

Mrs. Jones stood abruptly and said briskly, "Now, there are still a few 
things I want to do before the two of you leave today, and in the 
process, you'll get to know each other very well.  I want to sample that 
delicious little pussy of yours, Becky, dear, and you need to learn to 
use your mouth on a man, so why don't you lay down here, on your back. 
That's good!"

As she issued her instructions, Mrs. Jones was strapping on one of her 
dildoes. This one was a bit bigger than my dick but not as big as the 
ones she used on me.

"Now, lean your head back over the edge there... Good! Just like that! 
Now I'm going to pull your legs back like this and strap your feet in 
here... Like that! Don't worry, dear, you can pull them out like this... 
  The straps are just so you won't get tired holding them there. Now 
your charms are completely open to me, but with your legs spread like 
that, your feet won't get in Jimmy's way while he's fucking your mouth."

At the look of concern that came over Becky's face, Mrs. Jones bent and 
kissed her full on the mouth, "Don't be afraid Becky dear, Jimmy's 
really good at this, and he loves you.  He would never hurt you, would 
you Jimmy?"

"No, Mrs. Jones!"

"Now you be a good girl and give him the most pleasure you can. Will you 
do that for me, Becky?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" It sounded a little strange in a girl's voice, but my 
dick twitched at the sound of the musical tones.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Becky!" Mrs. Jones stepped around to 
the helpless pre-teen's bottom. "Now remember, let's all be courteous to 
the others and wait for my signal before cumming!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" we sang in harmony.

Mrs. Jones had almost as much difficulty gaining entrance to Becky's 
tight little cunny as I did, but the sensation on the head of my 
throbbing dick was fantastic, as Becky moaned and grunted through Mrs. 
Jones initial penetration.

I held still, with just the head of my dick in Becky's mouth, while Mrs. 
Jones stretched her tight little box to accept the entire dildo.  When 
she started slowly stroking in and out, so did I.

I watched Becky's perfect face as it distorted around my shaft, eagerly 
mouthing my pulsing rod.  When I hit the back of her throat, her eyes 
flew open in panic. I stroked the side of her face gently and said, 
"It's ok, Becky! Just relax.  It's going to feel like you want to throw 
up, but if you concentrate, you can keep it from happening."

Normally, Mrs. Jones would be the one giving these kinds of 
instructions, and I was briefly afraid that I had overstepped my bounds, 
but a single glance at her beaming face told me that it was exactly what 
she wanted me to do.

I had experienced this when Mrs. Jones first fucked my mouth with her 
plastic phallus, and wanted to give Becky the benefit of my experience.

"Just kinda breathe through your nose, Becky." I coached, "That's it! 
I'm in!"

I slowly slid the last few inches until my scattered pubic hairs tickled 
her chin.  I could see she was struggling a little, but she managed to 
control her gag reflex. I pulled out and let her breathe a bit.

"Ok, I'm gonna do it again." I warned "A little faster this time, you 
ready?"

She gave a microscopic nod, and I slowly but steadily sank all the way 
to the hilt.  She still strained a bit, but was in much less distress.

When I pulled out this time, I told Becky, "I'm going to start fucking 
now, so take a breath when I pull out, and let it out when I go in, ok? 
That's what works best for me."

Her eyes went wide with surprise at this revelation, but I didn't think 
this was the best time to explain, so I slid my dick once more down her 
throat, basking in the feel of her young mouth and constantly working 
esophagus. I watched her at first, to make sure she was all right, but 
she adjusted quickly.  Soon her hands came up to grasp my buttocks, 
speeding my thrusts and making sure I went as deep as possible on every 
stroke.

The feeling was incredible!  It was like when I fucked Teddy's mouth, 
but different, somehow, and better.  Whenever I felt the fleeting touch 
of hardness against my shaft, I thought of Becky's perfect, tiny white 
teeth, and shivers went up and down my spine.  To think that MY cock was 
sliding down the throat of the angel next door!

Despite my training, and Mrs. Jones instructions, I was on the verge of 
losing it when I felt a sharp tug on my chain. Chagrined, I looked up at 
Mrs. Jones' elegant finger, wagging back and forth in front of my face 
(my mother made this admonishing signal by swiveling her wrist with 
finger extended, moving her entire hand. Nothing moved on Mrs. Jones 
hand but the long, slender forefinger - side to side, like a metronome). 
  She wasn't angry, yet, but the warning on her face was as clear as 
storm clouds on the horizon.

Chastised, I went back to repairing my lawnmower in my head.  Anything 
to keep me from thinking of who was sucking my diamond hard dick!

Mrs. Jones, seeing that I had myself under control for the time being, 
concentrated on screwing her new toy - and I do mean screwing.  Her hips 
made a corkscrew motion on each inward plunge, rotating around the axis 
of the plastic shaft that connected her pelvis to Becky's.  Once fully 
inserted, she continued the rotation for a few seconds before 
withdrawing and starting over.

This apparently had the desired effect on Becky as she moaned around my 
shaft and threw her violated pussy upward to meet each skewering stroke. 
Mrs. Jones increased the rapidity of her thrusts, abbreviating the 
rotation to a single half-turn on each plunge.

The vibrations on my cock grew in pitch and magnitude. Becky now began 
handling the rotation part, swiveling her hips in wild abandon, as Mrs. 
Jones concentrated on pounding her baby cunt into the padding beneath 
us. My Goddess grabbed the center of my chain and pulled me down until 
she could grasp Becky's with the same hand.  She straightened me back up 
with a violent, soul searing kiss that went straight to my toes, then 
cranked the passion up another notch by jerking our joined chains back 
and forth until I feared I wouldn't be bringing my nipples home that 
evening.

"Now, Jimmy!" she rasped in my ear, "Let Becky taste your cum! Come on, 
baby! Give her all you've got!"

She backed away, slamming roughly into my little angel's eager pussy. 
"When Jimmy cums in your mouth, Becky dear, I want you to cum for me! 
I'm ready now, Jimmy!"

I bucked forcefully into Becky's throat, encouraged by her grasping 
hands, and began an eruption that I thought would never end.  As my 
first blast shot down Becky's throat, Mrs. Jones' plastic weapon stabbed 
three times in quick succession into Becky's abused little hole, then 
their pelvises stuck together like they'd been superglued.  Becky 
screamed around my shaft as my second blast coated the inside of her 
mouth, and their two pelvises vibrated like an E string, still 
inextricably glued together.

I was still jetting hot fluid into Becky's mouth when Mrs. Jones finally 
collapsed on top of her. Becky swallowed like a champ, but a little bit 
escaped the corner of her mouth.  Mrs. Jones, ever the neat freak, 
scooped it up with one of her delicate fingers and stuffed finger and 
all into the exhausted girl's mouth as I finally pulled out my limp, 
depleted member.  Becky never missed a beat, but licked the finger clean 
and continued to suckle it until Mrs. Jones gently withdrew from her mouth.

"You two are magical together!" Mrs. Jones cooed as she slowly extracted 
the dildo from her young lover. "I just knew it would be even more 
special if I could get you together!"

Becky and I beamed at her, then at each other.

Mrs. Jones removed the dildo from the harness, but kept the harness on.

"Now, Becky," she caressed Becky's legs as she unstrapped them from 
their former position, "You need to learn to take a cock in your ass 
before you leave today.  Do you want Jimmy to teach you how to do that, 
or me?"

Becky sat up and glanced back and forth between us, finally whispering, 
"I don't know, Mrs. Jones.  Will you decide for me?"

Mrs. Jones smiled. "Of course, dear.  I'll tell you what.  Jimmy's 
already fucked you twice, why don't you try your hand at fucking him, 
while I initiate your derriere?"

Becky's face filled with wonder and turned to look at me, then back at 
Mrs. Jones. "How?..."

"Like this, my dear." Mrs. Jones smiled maternally as she extended 
another harness bearing a large dildo. "Here, Becky, turn around and 
step into these two holes... That's good, now the other one. Ok, now 
I'll pull this up... This smaller one on the inside is for you, the big 
one is for him! Now, let me just buckle this strap around here, and 
voila! Now you're just about the sexiest fucking machine I've ever seen!"

Becky blushed mightily and tentatively explored the plastic shaft with 
her tiny hands, gasping as her touch caused the smaller dildo to move 
within her own honeypot.

"Jimmy's going to bend over this bench here..." she waited for me to 
comply, "and spread his legs really wide. Since you're a little shorter, 
we'll put this pad here for you to kneel on. Try it out now, dear."

This was a familiar position for me, but the thought of who was about to 
fuck my ass had already resurrected my erection, and it bobbed under my 
belly as Mrs. Jones helped Becky position herself.

"Now always remember, when you fuck somebody's ass, or a dry pussy, for 
that matter," Mrs. Jones instructed Becky, "To use plenty of 
lubrication. You'll find it in these tubs."

I felt a long, slender finger invade my rectum, stuffing lube ahead of 
it, and pushed back to greet the familiar penetration.

"Now you try it, Becky dear!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" I imagined that Angels would sound like that, though 
the unlikelihood of an Angel being in this situation never occurred to me.

"Now, your fingers are smaller than mine," Mrs. Jones admonished, "so 
you'll need to use two to make sure he's well lubricated."

"Yes, Mrs. Jones."

This time, a shorter, more slender pair of fingers made their tentative 
way inside my quivering butt. At Mrs. Jones urging, Becky twisted and 
turned them to coat my passage with the slippery substance. Once, her 
fingertips brushed my prostate, catapulting my dripping cock upward to 
slap loudly against my quivering abdomen.

"Control yourself, Jimmy!" Mrs. Jones admonished gently.

"Yes, ugh! Yes, Mrs. Jones!"

My lawnmower didn't HAVE that many parts, so I started designing the 
riding lawnmower from the seat of which I would build my lawnmowing empire.

"I think he's ready for you, Becky" Mrs. Jones urged, "So just put the 
end of your cock at the hole and push slowly."

Having taken Mrs. Jones' dildo so many times, I knew what to do.  I 
pushed out like I was taking a shit, and the entire plastic rod slid 
into me until I could feel the soft skin of Becky's hard little belly 
against my butt.

"Ooooh!" she cooed as she watched my ass impaled on her artificial dick.

"Ok, Becky," Mrs. Jones coached, "lean over Jimmy's back, and hold on to 
something. I'm going to do the same thing back here that you've just 
done with Jimmy."

My Angel had really good instincts. What she chose to hold onto was my 
chain, with one hand, and my throbbing love tool with the other.

"Ok, dear," Mrs. Jones soothed, "here comes the lube."

Becky tensed and climbed a little further inside me, gasping "Uh!"

"Try to relax, Becky" I whispered, "and push out like you're going 
number two.  That helps open you up so it doesn't hurt!"

I could feel her belly tightening as she tried to do as I suggested.

"Now I'm coming in." our Goddess announced, "Are you ready, sweet Becky?"

I felt Becky's nod as her abdomen tensed a bit more, then, "Unnh!" as 
her dildo penetrated me a little deeper.

"Ohmigod! Oooh!" Becky sounded more surprised than pained. "That feels 
SO WIERD!"

"Do you like it, Becky?" asked Mrs. Jones. "Do you like the feel of my 
tits on your back while I fuck you in your cute little butt?"

"I - I d-don't... OOOHHH!" Becky's voice deepened as her reply was 
interrupted by some movement of Mrs. Jones' that translated into a 
stirring of the end Becky's shaft in my rectum.

"OOOHHH, YES Mrs. Jones!"

"That's good, dear!" Mrs. Jones whispered, "Now I'm going to start 
fucking you. I don't want you to do anything yet. I'll control the 
movements for now."

Each time Mrs. Jones' artificial phallus was withdrawn, it pulled Becky 
backward a bit.  When it reentered, it pushed her forward, re-impaling 
me, as well. Once again, I had to find other thoughts to crowd out the 
image of my Goddess and my Angel fucking me at the same time. I adored 
the soft, smooth texture of Becky's skin as she lay across my back. So 
different from the velvet feel of Mrs. Jones pampered flesh.

"Ooooh! Please hurry, Mrs. Jones!" Becky begged from behind me.

"Why dear? Am I hurting you?"

"No, Mrs. Jones!" Becky panted, "It feels wonderful! And, well, that's 
the problem!"

"Do you enjoy fucking Jimmy while I'm fucking your ass, Becky?" Mrs. 
Jones asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" my Angel replied, "Very much!"

"That's sweet, Becky dear!" cooed Mrs. Jones, "Just hold on a little 
longer, you lovely child! I'm enjoying watching you fuck Jimmy while my 
cock slides up your little poop chute, so I won't be much longer dear!"

Becky was still holding onto my chain and my cock, and though she wasn't 
deliberately masturbating me, every time Mrs. Jones thrust into her, she 
used her hands to pull herself further into me, sending titillating 
little shocks through my nipples and my super-sensitive penis.

Mrs. Jones pulled Becky to a more upright position, and she changed her 
grip to my hips.

"Now, Becky" Mrs. Jones instructed softly, "I want you to fuck Jimmy and 
me fast and hard! Will you do that for me Becky?"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Jones!"

My Angel's small, soft hands grabbed my hip bones and pulled me back as 
she slammed her plastic pole deep into my guts, then pounded her own ass 
back onto Mrs. Jones' stationary rod. Like a train building up speed, 
she rammed forward, then back, forward, back, forward back, forwardback, 
forwardbackforwardbackforwardback...

Becky's frail body could never muster the strength of Mrs. Jones lusty 
plunges, but she made up for it in quickness. The feel of being filled 
and emptied so incredibly fast soon had me searching for things to keep 
my mind occupied. Most especially I tried to avoid the image of Mrs. 
Jones smiling down on Becky's impaled butt, while my Angel smiled down 
on my spitted ass as she skewered it with her plastic weapon.

Mrs. Jones whispered, "Now, Becky! Now, sweet girl!"

Becky's shriek climbed into a range that must have had every dog in the 
neighborhood rushing to Mrs. Jones house. She crashed into my willing 
ass, grinding her hips and rotating the end of the shaft deep in my 
spasming guts. My own eruption coated the bench in front of me and my 
chest and belly.  I felt three hard stabs that could only have been 
caused by Mrs. Jones colliding with Becky's rear as she too reached her 
final peak.

"Did that feel good, Becky?" Mrs. Jones rasped in the gasping girl's ear.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." My Angel panted, "It felt really good, but more than 
that, it was like, because it was him, and you... Not just because I was 
fucking him, though. Kinda like because he, like, WANTED me to fuck him. 
But also because YOU were fucking me, and I don't know! It felt weird! 
It WAS weird! But that's part of why it was so good!"

Mrs. Jones used one long, elegant finger to pull the golden hair behind 
Becky's ear so she could take the delicate shell between her teeth and 
give it a little nip. As Becky shivered, Mrs. Jones said, "You're 
beginning to understand, Becky dear. I just knew you'd be special!"

When Mrs. Jones released us that evening, Becky and I met at the corner 
and walked home together.

"Jimmy?" Becky asked shyly.

"Huh." I grunted.

"Do you love Mrs. Jones?"

That one almost floored me.  I REALLY had to think about that one. I 
walked on in silence for so long that Becky got nervous.

"A-are you mad, Jimmy?" she asked, fearfully.

"Um, uh-uh!" I answered, still thinking, "It's kinda hard to say HOW I 
feel about Mrs. Jones. I mean, we're not gonna get married - she's 
already got a husband! And I guess that means that sometime she won't 
want me around anymore, an' I guess that's ok. I mean I really like 
being with her and the things she gets me to do, but that's not really 
love, is it? I mean, for now, there's hardly anything I wouldn't do for 
her, but at the same time, I know it ain't forever, so I don't really 
think I'm in love or anything, I just, well, you know..."

Becky looked solemnly into my eyes and nodded, and I figured she DID 
know. After all, she was one of Mrs. Jones 'special' kids too.

She took my hand and I didn't pull away, even when she asked shyly, 
"D'you think... I mean, well, if - WHEN Mrs. Jones is done with us... 
well, do you think - maybe you and me... uh, maybe we might get together?"

I looked down at the face I had loved for so many years, and all I could 
say was, "Uh, sure! Um, I mean, uh, I think that'd be kinda neat!"

Becky lit up my world with a golden smile and hugged my arm as we walked 
down the street.

Funny, neither of us ever considered leaving Mrs. Jones, or even having 
sex on the side, but here we were planning our lives together after Mrs. 
Jones.

We had many other sessions together with Mrs. Jones.  She seemed to 
delight in the special feelings we had for each other and loved to watch 
us together.  I was there when Becky first got fucked by Buster, Mrs. 
Jones Golden Retriever.  I coached and encouraged her, then tongued her 
clit as Mrs. Jones rode me and guided us once again through orgasm.  I 
helped Becky through many other firsts, as well, and she helped me 
through a few.

Becky and I became almost inseparable outside Mrs. Jones' walls, and 
insatiable within them.

That wasn't the end of me and Mrs. Jones, not by a long shot! Becky was 
an incredibly erotic addition to the adventure, but the adventure was 
far from over...

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