Me and Mrs Jones: Part 3
by Stormbringer

The next day, Mr Jones was loading his car to head home. He looked
pissed. The Fourth of July had fallen on a Wednesday and Mr Jones had to
drive all the way to Massachusetts to work one day and then drive back
to the beach house. He asked if I would dig a flower bed for his wife. I
of course, said yes. Mrs Jones came out to kiss her husband goodbye.
Oddly, I felt somewhat superior when I saw him kissing the lips that had
been wrapped around my cock just a week before.

I striped down to my shorts and I was digging his flower bed when he
pulled out of the driveway. Tristan was off with Mary. Mr Jones had been
gone less then five minutes when Mrs Jones came out by the pool in one
of the skimpiest string bikini's I had ever seen. It was white and the
cups were so small they barely covered her can-sized nipples. If she had
worn that tiny thing to the beach she would have been arrested

She must have wanted to make sure I did a good job because she stared at
my chest the whole time I was digging in the yard.

As I was finishing up, Mrs Jones jumped in the pool. She climbed out by
me and my tongue must have hit the floor. The bikini was completely
see-thru when wet. It was the closest I had come to seeing her
completely naked. She arched her back thrusting her breasts out and
shook the water out of her long blonde hair. I was instantly erect.

"Oh dear," she said spying my erection. "We're going have to take care
of that monster aren't we."

I followed her into the house. She came into my arms as soon as we were
safe from prying eyes. We kissed passionately. 

Mrs Jones pulled back and her bikini fell to the floor. "Chad you
naughty boy."

"I didn't untie it Mrs Jones. I swear," I said staring at her incredible
body totally nude for the first time. No more teasing glimpses under
bikinis and lingerie.

"No harm done," she said obviously enjoying my awe of her body."

She kneeled and pulled my shorts down planting a quick kiss on my cock
when it was freed. We were interrupted by the phone ringing.

She looked pissed, but she stood and answered it. "What," she said into
the speaker.
Her eyes flickered back to me and she said, "Sorry he's not here," and
then she hung up the phone. "Someone for Tristan," she said returning to
me.

Mrs Jones returned her mouth to my cock and soon her head was bobbing up
and down. She had almost brought me off before she stood and lead me to
her bedroom. 

I laid down on my back on the bed and Mrs Jones laid down beside me and
went back to sucking my cock. I just laid back-a dumb grin on my face-
and enjoyed the sensations. I looked around and found myself staring at
a picture of Mr Jones. For some reason I snickered at the thought of the
old prude's inferior penis. The way women were responding to my cock was
really starting to go to my head and I vowed to try to be more humble.
Next to the picture of Mr Jones was one of Tristan as a young teenager,
grinning at me with his devilish grin. I felt a twinge of guilt, but I
pictured him changing into his bathing suit and the memory of his little
penis made me feel smug and superior again. 

Mrs Jones took a break from sucking my cock. Even I had never seen it
look so big or blood engorged. The whole thing was a purplish color and
the big veins along its length were bulging. Luckily, she took my mind
off my need to cum by shoving her pussy into my mouth. 

She sat on my face as I tongued her, I enjoyed the view looking up the
narrow strip of pubic hair, past her undulating belly, and at her big
breasts bouncing as she writhed around on my tongue. She came about
every fifth bounce. 

Mrs Jones taught me several new things that day. When she was through
sitting on my face she turned around and I found myself staring between
the crack of her butt cheeks at her cute little rosebud. I then felt her
lips back on my cock. 

I liked this position because we could both satisfy each other at the
same time. She told me later it was called sixty-nine. Each time she
would bob her head she would grind her pussy into my mouth.  Mrs Jones
took my entire cock in her mouth, deep throating me seemed to be getting
easier for her the more we did it.. 

After several minutes I felt my cock explode into her mouth. I bellowed
into her pussy as I came. The way she had brought me close to cumming
several times made this orgasm feel even better. I came buckets. I think
the size of my load even took Mrs Jones by surprise. I know, because
when she turned to look at me, my sperm covered her face and hair and
she had already gulped several mouth fulls. 

Mrs Jones left to clean herself up. When she came back she said, "Chad,
you must be sore from all that digging. Why don't you turn over and I'll
give you a back rub." 

The thought of a sexy nude woman rubbing my back had my cock stirring
again. I wasn't about to say no.

I laid there contentedly while Mrs Jones rubbed my back. She straddled
my legs and rubbed my lower back. She began moving her body up further
along my legs as she kneaded the muscles on my back, working her way to
my shoulders. I got hard again when I felt her pubic hairs tickling my
butt cheeks. 

"Roll over and I'll do your chest," whispered Mrs Jones in my ear. 

She raised her body up and I rolled over. I could feel her pussy hairs
on my testicles and her big boobs were dangling just before my face. My
cock jumped up with excitement. 
It extends just past my navel when I'm hard and Mrs Jones lifted my cock
up to rub my abs. She let go of it and worked her way up my chest. As
she did so her pussy slid over my balls to the base of my cock and up
towards the head. It was wet and seemed to radiate warmth. She moaned as
she massaged my pecs, sliding her pussy up and down the length of my
rod. 

I was finding it difficult to think clearly as all the blood in my head
rushed down towards my cock. I wanted to fuck this sexy woman more then
I wanted anything else in the world. The feeling of her warm pussy
rubbing my cock was driving me insane. I knew if I didn't put a stop to
it now, I'd break one of the lord's commandments. "Mrs Jones please
stop," I moaned through clenched teeth. 

"Just let me rub the back of your neck, then I'll quit," she replied. I
noticed she was breathing heavy and her nipples were jutting out. 

I'll never forget that moment for the rest of my life. As she leaned up
to rub my neck, her pussy slid over the head of my cock and I felt the
head swallowed by her lips.

Her pussy was hot and wet and it gripped the head of my cock like a
vice. I was filled with a deep sense of belonging. I tried to pull out,
but she gripped tighter with her legs holding me in. 
"Mrs Jones," I cried, "aren't we committing adultery?" 

"Only if you cum inside me Chad," she said. 

I opened my mouth to protest, but she shoved one of her nipples into my
mouth. The teasing glimpses I had of her nipples previously had me
dreaming of them and today not only had I gotten to see them, but I was
sucking on them. I shut up and concentrated on her big breasts. I sucked
on her nipples like she sucked on my cock. My tongue teased the tips and
licked around her little rods. 

Suddenly, her nipples were pulled from my mouth and Mrs Jones arched her
back. Her fingernails dug into my chest as she screamed in orgasm. She
shuddered and collapsed on me. 

"Your incredible Chad," she mumbled, "Just the head of your giant cock
can make me cum." 
As she said this, she was pushing down, taking more in. "So thick," she
said. Mrs Jones stopped at five inches. "This is as much as my husband
can give me," she said cumming as she slid another inch in. "Fuck me
Chad," she screamed, "Fuck me with your big cock." 

I did. Mrs Jones began bouncing up and down on my cock thrashing wildly
and I was bucking my hips every time she slid down. More of my cock was
sliding in with each thrust until about nine inches was swallowed by her
pussy. I wanted to feel my entire cock buried in her snug pussy, but I
couldn't get it in any deeper. Anyway, I knew I wasn't about to last
much longer. 

I wanted it to last forever, but her pussy was just too tight and too
hot. The walls of her vagina seemed to squeeze around my cock milking my
cum from my balls. Our entire fuck session probably only lasted ten
minutes. "Mrs Jones," I screamed, "I'm cumming get off." 

She must not have heard me because she just continued to bounce up and
down my cock. Luckily, I managed to yank it out just in time. She
whimpered as I came all over my stomach. Some strands of sperm flying
all the way up to my chest. 

I was mad because she had almost caused us to sin and lest my sperm be
wasted, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down to my
stomach. She did a good job licking up my sperm, even going so far as to
lick a glob out of my belly button.

Mrs Jones got off me and stood up. She had a dreamy, far off look on her
face. She came out of her daze when the phone rang. "No, he's still not
here," she said into the receiver before hanging up. 

I headed out to the pool to cool off and practise swimming. 

Tristan came home that night beaming. He had taken Mary's virginity. She
had asked him to eat her and she had gotten so turned on, she had pulled
him into her. He was upset that she still hadn't sucked his cock though. 

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The next day, Mrs Jones pulled me into her bedroom. "Come on Chad," she
said taking her robe off, "Lets fuck again before my husband gets here." 

I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the sight of her nude body was
too much to bear. I stripped and we jumped onto her bed. 
Just like yesterday, I ate her pussy and she sucked me off until I came.
I liked cumming once in her mouth because I always seemed to last longer
the second time and if she didn't mind, I wanted to fuck her for hours. 

As my cum poured into her mouth, I looked over at the picture of Mr
Jones again. This time I didn't feel guilty, instead I thought, "he
can't give her what I can. fuck him." 

I was lasting longer each time we got together. It took me close to half
an hour to cum in her mouth that time. I repaid the favor by kissing and
eating her pussy for a half hour. She came countless times before
pulling me up onto her. 
She guided my cock into her pussy. I began working a little bit in at a
time. Her hot body was completely engulfed by my large torso. This time
I was in control. This was how it should be. 
"Fuck me Chad, fuck me," she said weakly. I could barely hear her as her
head was buried in my chest. "Fuck me with your big cock." 

I fucked her for fortyfive minutes. She moaned, screamed, panted,
sighed, and begged as I experimented with various speeds and styles of
fucking her. She liked every one. She took another inch this time and
sometimes I fucked her with all ten inches, slow, fast, or sometimes I
kept most of it in her pussy moving it around just an inch or so. 

Mrs Jones had about a dozen orgasms as I fucked her. She was nearing
another big one when I felt myself getting close. She was really into
it. Her hips were rising to match my thrusts and she was squealing each
time she took ten inches of my cock all the way in. "Mrs Jones, I'm
close. I have to pull out."

I began to withdraw my dick, but Mrs Jones had other ideas. Her legs
wrapped tightly around my butt and her pussy seemed to grip my cock
holding it in. I could have broken free, but there wasn't time. Instead,
I reversed course and slammed my cock into her as I came. 
My cum sprayed places in her pussy, so deep  her wimp husband could
never touch. I felt like I was claiming a prize as I filled her with my
cum. 
Mrs Jones screamed as she came. I was thankful Tristan wasn't home or he
would have heard her even upstairs or by the pool, she was so loud. 

I pulled my shrinking cock from her pussy. It was soaked with our
juices. A long strand of cum dangled from the tip to her labia. She was
half comatose from the strength of her orgasm, so I just wiped off my
cock on her pubic hair. 
I looked down at her pussy. Her legs were spread wide. The first time I
had seen her pussy it was beautiful, now it was a gaping sperm filled
hole. More of my sperm slowly slid out of her pussy like it was
reluctant to leave. A cold chill ran up my spine. What had we done? We
had committed adultery and it had felt great, but I was immediately
overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. I ran from the room.

I avoided everyone that weekend. Luckily, I had to work a lot and it
took my mind of my crises of conscience. My co-workers could tell
something was bothering me and Sherie asked if I wanted to talk about
it. I politely declined. She was a nice, decent girl and for the first
time, I noticed how cute she was. The way her shoulder length red hair
framed her freckle covered face gave her a sweet innocent look. I
thought that if I ever felt better, I might ask her out. 

Tina, on the other hand, knew I was upset about something but continued
to bitch at me every chance she got. 

Sunday, the sick feeling in my stomach deepened. The Jones family and I
went to church together and the sermon was on "the sins of the flesh." I
was horrified and I broke out in a cold sweat. I looked down past
Tristan and Mr Jones at Mrs Jones. It didn't seemed to bother her at
all. She seemed bored by the sermon. She caught my glance and winked at
me. Our mortal souls were in peril and she winked at me! I felt like I
was going to vomit.


  
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