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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,
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in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
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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! 
_________________________________ Me and Mrs.  Jones - Chapter 2: We Reel
Teddy In (F/mm, Mdog/m, toys, oral, anal, Fdom?) (C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes
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   I had been 'mowing Mrs.  Jones lawn' every Friday for three weeks, and
this week was no different.  I wheeled my lawnmower through the gate in the
hedge, and silently handed it off to the old Mexican man who would do the
actual mowing while I was inside with Mrs.  Jones.  I stepped through the
front door, as Mrs.  Jones had instructed me to do on my second visit,
removed what few clothes I wore, and placed them in a basket in the hall
closet that bore my name.  I then removed my chain from its hook by the
door and clamped its ends to my nipples.  By now, I was so accustomed to
wearing it that I didn't even wince as the clips bit into my tender flesh.

   I made my way up the stairs to the only room, besides the kitchen, that
I had ever seen in Mrs.  Jones house - her 'playroom'.  I stepped through
the doorway, expecting to find Mrs.  Jones lounging on one of the strange
pieces of furniture that littered the room, and stopped dead at the sight
of Mrs.  Jones on her knees, giving head to another kid about my age, who
was standing with his back almost toward the door - I could see Mrs. 
Jones' head bobbing on his prick, and a little bit of one side of his face,
but that was all.

   She saw me and pulled her mouth off the other kid's dick long enough to
say, "Hi, Jimmy!  Right on time, as usual.  That's really nice of you! 
Wait there for a moment while I finish here, and I'll introduce you, ok,
Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones." By now it had become automatic.

   I was stunned by the presence of the other kid, who was so intent on
watching her scarlet lips wrap once more around his skinny erection, that
he didn't even look in my direction.  Mrs.  Jones was obviously fulfilling
a promise to the boy, because she took her time and did it right.  (It
didn't occur to me until many years later that Mrs.  Jones never gave out
sexual favors unless they were promised in return for something else - it
always felt to me as if she were doing ME a big favor.)

   I fidgeted in the doorway for several minutes while Mrs.  Jones slowly
brought the other kid to a climax that threatened to buckle his knees. 
When he had finished pumping his load into her mouth, she drew back and
used her finger to wipe one last string of white cum from her lips and
stuff it back into her mouth.

   It always astounded me that she could get her beautiful body piled atop
those long, long legs, supported only by a pair of spike heels, but she did
so effortlessly, and turned the other boy to face me.

   He, too wore a chain, and even from several feet away I could read
"Teddy" on the name plate.

   "Teddy, this is Jimmy." she said warmly, "Jimmy was my first in this
place, so he'll help me teach you how to please me.  You WILL do that for
me, won't you Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones." It would have SO disappointed her if I'd dared to
say 'no'.

   She smiled that glorious smile that said 'I knew you wouldn't let me
down, Jimmy!' and I felt warm all over.

   I knew Teddy from school.  He was a year behind me and insisted that
everybody call him 'Ted'.  Of course, until Mrs.  Jones made 'Jimmy' the
most beautiful name in the world, I wanted people to call me 'Jim', so I
guess we weren't that different.

   Mrs.  Jones turned to Teddy and said, "Now, you promised that if I
sucked your dick, you would let me fuck your ass, didn't you Teddy?"

   "Y-yes, Mrs.  Jones." Teddy wasn't too sure about letting me know that
she was going to fuck him.

   "Don't worry about Jimmy, Teddy." Mrs.  Jones seemed to read his mind.
"He won't tell anyone, will you Jimmy?"

   "No, Mrs.  Jones."

   "That's good, Jimmy!" She turned back to Teddy.  "Now, while I'm fucking
you, I'd like for you to suck Jimmy's dick, just like I did yours!"

   We both stared at her in consternation, but before either of us could
say anything, she continued, "I know that's a hard thing for you to do,
Teddy, but I can't just let Jimmy stand around, since this is his time too,
so I'll tell you what.  If you'll suck Jimmy off for me, I'll let you fuck
me when we're done.  Will you do that for me, Teddy?"

   Teddy's face went red, then white.  "Uh uh!" he shook his head
violently, "That's queer!  I won't do it!"

   Mrs.  Jones face fell, and my heart sank into my stomach to see her so
sad.  She gently reached over, and, one by one, removed the clips from
Teddy's nipples.

   "I'm so disappointed that this didn't work out, Teddy" she shook her
head sadly, and I wanted to cry, "but my special boys need to be willing to
please me, and that's obviously not going to work for you.  Please get
dressed and go home.  I won't be needing you anymore."

   Teddy's face went from anger to shock in a heartbeat.  "Bu-but, I still
want to do stuff, I just don't want to do that!"

   If anything, Mrs.  Jones sadness deepened.  "I know you do, Teddy, but
you see, it won't do for you to pick and choose what pleases you, when
Jimmy will be doing what pleases ME."

   I was devastated by her sadness and would have done ANYTHING to make her
smile again.  But what could I do?  It was Teddy who was disappointing her,
not me!

   Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.  I would make it right for her.  I
turned to Teddy and said, "Look, Teddy, uh, Ted, I wouldn't let you
anywhere near my dick outside this house, unless Mrs.  Jones was there and
wanted me to, but here, we do it for Mrs.  Jones - not because we're queer,
but because she wants us to.  Don't you see?  We're pleasing HER, not each
other!  How can that be queer?"

   Mrs.  Jones stroked my hair affectionately and said, "I knew you'd
understand, Jimmy.  You're such a special boy!  I must do something extra
special for you before you leave.  I know!  You can fuck me in the ass! 
Would you like that, Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones!"

   I could see Teddy's eyes following her hand as it smoothed my hair,
wishing it was him.  Finally, staring at his feet, he said, "Ok, I'll do
it!"

   Mrs.  Jones knelt in front of him and said, "Look at me, Teddy!  I need
to know that you mean it.  I will be so disappointed if, at some time in
the future, you decide not to do something I want you to do, so I'm going
to ask you to do one more thing to show me that you mean it.  After I have
fucked you, and you have sucked Jimmy off, I want you to ask him to fuck
you.  Will you do that for me Teddy?"

   Teddy's face got even redder, but he said, "Y-yes, Mrs.  Jones."

   Her smile came back, and the room got suddenly brighter.  She clipped
Teddy's chain back on his nipples, and I swear he pushed his chest out to
help her in his eagerness to get back in her good graces.

   "Now, Teddy," she said, sternly, "I'm putting this back on you, but I
can't abide disappointment, and if you disappoint me again, I shall have no
choice but to send you away.  It's far too hard to give third chances.  Do
you understand, Teddy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones.  I won't disappoint you again, I promise!" Teddy
looked like a puppy trying to please its master.

   "Very well, Teddy." then, waving a long-fingered hand in the direction
of my crotch, she said, "You know what to do now, don't you Teddy?"

   In his eagerness to get back in her favor, Teddy practically dove for my
cock, causing me to flinch backward from the suddenness of his movement
toward my most precious possession.  He slowed in time to keep from hurting
me, but his mouth opened around the end of my soft penis and it's moist
warmth started stiffening my member immediately.

   As I watched Mrs.  Jones strapping on her dildo, my own cock sprang to
full hardness.  In the past few weeks, I had gone from letting her fuck me
in return for her sexual favors, to craving the feel of her artificial dick
deep in my ass as her soft mounds with their hard little tips caressed my
back or chest.  Now, when she wanted something from me, she just promised
to fuck me as a reward.

   I watched, hypnotized, as she lubed Teddy's little white butt with her
long, elegant fingers, and slowly slipped the tip of the plastic dick
through the tightness of his opening.  My own cock, now buried deep in his
gagging throat, experienced an unexpected thrill as he moaned in pain at
the penetration of his ass.

   I took his head in both hands and started thrusting wildly into his
vibrating throat, until Mrs.  Jones perfectly manicured fingers grasped my
wrist, causing me to look in her direction.

   "Now, Jimmy," she smiled, "let's don't hurt Teddy, ok?  If we treat him
nice we can all please each other for quite some time, and we don't want
him to have to go to the hospital, now, do we?  Besides, if you keep
fucking his mouth like that, you're going to cum before me, and that would
disappoint me, Jimmy.  Slow down and wait for me, ok Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones."

   I slowed my thrusts with a great effort of will, and started stroking
slowly all the way in, all the way out.

   "OW!  Hey, Teddy, watch your teeth!"

   "Mmmwy!" he mumbled around my dick.  I guess he meant "Sorry!", but at
least he didn't scrape my penis with his teeth any more.

   Mrs.  Jones and I soon established a rhythm, her going in, me going out,
me going in, her going out, as if the ends of our cocks were somehow
attached together, making one stiff pole through Teddy's body.  I watched
her artificial phallus invading his anus, and she stared at my real one
penetrating his mouth and throat.

   Teddy, meanwhile, seemed to have gotten accustomed to all this
penetration and started enjoying it.  His dripping penis was slapping his
tight little belly with every stroke.

   Since she was so tall, and I was in the way, Mrs.  Jones couldn't lean
over Teddy's back like she did when she fucked me, but she did put both
hands around him - one to pull at his engorged fuckstick, the other to tug
gently at his chain as she gradually increased the speed of her strokes.

   Soon, we were slamming him so fast that we couldn't stay in sync, so I
stopped moving and Mrs.  Jones took two handfuls of boy-hip, yanking Teddy
back and forth between us, while Teddy stroked his prostate against her rod
by rocking his pelvis up and down with each thrust.

   Faster and faster we went until she couldn't move Teddy fast enough and
we started pounding him simultaneously, ramming into his mouth and ass at
the same time.  I was gritting my teeth as Teddy's tongue instinctively
worked my pistoning shaft, to keep from disappointing Mrs.  Jones by coming
too early.

   Then, WHAM!  She gave a powerful thrust into his ass, slamming his face
against my belly and shrieking, "NOW, JIMMY!  CUM FOR US, BABY!  YOU TOO,
TEDDY!  CUM FOR ME!"

   We did - me blasting the back of Teddy's throat while his jerking,
spewing firehose sprinkled everything within a six foot radius, including
my thighs and the backs of his arms, with sticky white cum.

   We took a few minutes to catch our breath, then I withdrew my shrinking,
over-sensitized member from Teddy's still sucking mouth, shuddering each
time his tongue stroked the underside of my glans.

   Mrs.  Jones withdrew from his ass and removed the dildo.  She gave each
of us a white towel to clean up with.

   When things were back to something resembling normal, at least for this
room in this house, Mrs.  Jones seated herself on the end of her favorite
fucking bench - the one with stirrups that would hold the spikes of her
high heeled shoes while her 'special boy' pleasured her - and said, "Well,
Teddy, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "No, Mrs.  Jones." Teddy blushed.

   "Now, I promised Teddy that I would let him fuck me," she spoke like a
teacher addressing a class of second graders and we listened raptly, "and
he promised ME that he would ask you to fuck him.  Will you do that for me,
Teddy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones." He turned to me, red-faced, and asked, "Jimmy, will
you fuck me?"

   "Since it will please Mrs.  Jones," I replied "yes, Teddy, I will fuck
you."

   Mrs.  Jones' smile encompassed both of us this time.  "I think this will
be wonderful, Teddy, Jimmy!  We're going to have SUCH a good time pleasing
each other!  For now, though, Jimmy, you can fuck Teddy while he's fucking
me.  He doesn't know it yet, but that will make him enjoy fucking me even
more!"

   Then, glancing at our limp noodles, she said, "Oh dear!  We're going to
have to stiffen you both up a bit for this to work.  I know!  You can
masturbate each other until you get hard!  Will you do that for me, Jimmy,
Teddy?"

   We looked sheepishly at each other, but replied, "Yes, Mrs.  Jones" in
unison.

   She smiled again, and said "That's sweet, boys.  Now, just do to the
other what you would do to make your own dick feel good.  Go ahead!  Don't
be shy!"

   Tentatively, I reached for Teddy's smaller prick, shocked that it felt
like mine, but very unlike mine.  I took the foreshortened foreskin of his
circumcised penis, that looked so much like mine but felt so different, and
slipped it over the pink head of his dick a few times.

   As I stroked the skin back and forth, I could feel a stiffer core
growing under the softness of the outer covering.

   Meanwhile, Teddy's hand, too, had that strange 'like me, not like me'
quality as it shyly worked my own circumcised penis, using motions that
were different than those I would use, but which, nonetheless, started my
dick hardening almost immediately.

   "Look at me, boys." Mrs.  Jones purred, and Teddy and I were instantly
ready as we watched two of those beautifully polished nails and long
elegant fingers plunging slowly into her moist, hair lined cavern. 
Occasionally, she would pull them out and play with the little button at
the top of her cleft, cooing softly as she did.

   "Keep watching, Jimmy, Teddy," she growled, "but keep stroking each
other."

   Our stroking each other was no longer necessary, since we were both hard
as steel, but if she wanted it, she was going to get it.  I slowly stroked
my hand up and down Teddy's shaft, twisting it as I went, the way I liked
to do when I was masturbating.

   Teddy's strokes were just straight back and forth, but he would
occasionally stop and tickle the sensitive underside of my glans, and that
felt really good!

   We watched Mrs.  Jones, and she watched us for several minutes, our
breathing getting more rapid with each passing minute.  When Teddy and I
were humping at each other's hands, Mrs.  Jones suddenly placed her hands
on the pad behind her, and with that eternal grace she always displayed,
lifted herself and glided backward until her hips were between the uprights
for the stirrups.  As her torso reclined, those long, slender legs
unerringly planted the spike heels of her shoes in the stirrups, leaving
her every female charm on display for our pleasure.

   An exquisitely manicured forefinger snaked between her splayed thighs
and crooked in Teddy's direction, beckoning him to do what he most desired.
Like me on my first time between those heavenly columns, Teddy was
over-eager and required some instruction to get properly planted and
stroking to please her.

   When she had him sorted out, she pulled me in by an invisible string
attached to that same finger, saying, "Don't forget to use the lube, Jimmy.
Teddy's butt is still ready, but you need some for yourself, and be gentle,
this is only his second fuck, ok, Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones." I replied automatically, as I slathered the clear
lubricant on my bobbing shaft, and wiped my hand on a towel.

   Clambering onto the bench behind Teddy's slowly rising and falling
buttocks, I crawled between his legs and aimed my dick at his still partly
open hole.  Mrs.  Jones soft touch on his hips stopped his motion
momentarily while I lined myself up and slowly slipped inside.  Going slow
was hard.  This place was tighter, and felt slightly gritty through the
slippery lube.  Much different from Mrs.  Jones velvety pussy or the
roughness of teeth and tongue in either of their mouths.

   "Now, Jimmy, you hold still for a while," Mrs.  Jones instructed, "and
Teddy will fuck us both, won't you Teddy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones."

   With that, Teddy resumed his thrusting in and out of Mrs.  Jones sweet,
sopping pussy.  At first, as good as it felt, his butt just slid up and
down my shaft, but soon, I noticed that on each upstroke, his buttocks
tightened and rocked backward, gripping my rod as he drove back into Mrs.
Jones, and rocking forward to rub the bulbous head of my cock against his
prostate as he bottomed out inside her.

   I knew, by now, that I was expected to wait for Mrs.  Jones permission
to cum, but the sucking, nibbling sensation on my slender dick, coupled
with the look of passion on Mrs.  Jones' face, had me doing accounting for
my lawnmowing business to try to take my mind off my impending explosion.

   Her lovely, soft hands guided Teddy's hips to rotate and increase the
speed of his strokes, adding whole new dimensions to the sensations on my
cock, and in my mind I formed a lawnmowing corporation, planned a marketing
campaign, and had every boy in the neighborhood lined up to mow lawns on my
payroll, anything to keep my mind off the intense feelings I was
experiencing.

   Teddy was trembling as Mrs.  Jones whispered in his ear, "Hold back,
Teddy.  Wait for me!  I'll let you know the very best time to cum!  I know
you can do it.  Just hold on a little longer.  Will you do that for me,
Teddy?"

   "Uhnnh, Yesss, Mrs.  Jones!"

   She looked in my eyes and saw my struggle to contain my own orgasm, and
stroked my cheek briefly, saying, "Good boy, Jimmy!  Just - aaaahhh - a
little bit more!  I'm almost theeerrre!"

   "All right, Teddy," she stopped his movement with her hands and spoke
over his shoulder to me, "You take over, Jimmy.  Fuck us both - hard!  Fuck
me with Teddy's dick, Jimmy!"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones!"

   I slammed into Teddy's buttocks, driving his penis deep into Mrs.  Jones
pussy.  He withdrew part way as I pulled back, and was once again driven
forward when I pounded into his ass.  Soon, I was jackhammering Teddy's
little butt with piledriver strokes, and he was opening up to meet each and
every one of them, as if his ass wanted me as deep inside it as possible.

   Teddy was gasping and moaning as his pelvis was volleyed back and forth
between us, and Mrs.  Jones was slamming him from the front at the same
time I rammed into his rear.

   "NOW JIMMY!  NOW TEDDY!" she shrieked, "CUM!  CUM!  REALLY DEEP, JIMMY!
AAAAGGGGHH!"

   I fully expected to see the top of Teddy's head come off as I erupted as
deep in his bowels as my thirteen-year-old dick could reach, the spasms of
his ass as he came milking more cum from me with each contraction.

   Mrs.  Jones went rigid, lifting all three of us off the bench as she
shouted out her own climax, then slamming up and down, once, twice, three
separate spasms, before collapsing back on the pad, stroking both our
sweating heads and cooing, "Ooooohhh, I just knew you two were special.  We
will be SO wonderful together!"

   When we finally untangled ourselves, and Mrs.  Jones cleaned off my dick
with a warm wash cloth.  She said "Thank you, Teddy.  I'm SO glad you found
a way to keep pleasing me.  I think, for a while, you should visit me on
Thursdays, so we can get to know how to please each other without
interruption.  I may, occasionally, want the three of us to meet again.  We
were SO marvelous together, but for now, I want to give each of you my
undivided attention.  Will you do that for me, Teddy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones." said Teddy, looking distinctly relieved.

   She smiled and continued, "Now take your chain off and get dressed, and
hang your chain on its hook by the door on your way out, ok, Teddy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones."

   When he had dressed and left, she turned to me and smiled warmly.  "You
were SO wonderful today, Jimmy, the way you helped Teddy understand his
role here!  Unfortunately, our time is running short, and I promised to let
you fuck me in the ass, so I won't have time to fuck you, but I have an
idea.  We can do two things at once!"

   She let out a whistle and a few moments later, a large Golden Retriever
bounded into the room, panting, and trying to lick both of us at once, his
lustrous blonde fur shining in the light of the playroom.

   "I was going to wait until next week to introduce you to Buster," Mrs.
Jones said, "but you have been so exceptionally good, that I wanted to do
something extra special for you.  I want Buster to fuck you while you're
fucking my ass."

   I had watched dogs fuck before, and while, as a horny teenager there was
not much I wasn't willing try, the thought of having that big knot up my
ass gave me pause.

   Seeing my look of consternation, Mrs.  Jones kissed me on the forehead,
and said, "Now don't worry, Jimmy, I wouldn't ask you to do anything that
would injure you, would I?"

   "No, Mrs.  Jones."

   She smiled and said, "So I need you to trust me on this, Jimmy.  I think
you and Buster are really going to enjoy fucking each other, and I know I
will enjoy watching him fuck you, so be brave, and I'll think up something
wonderful for your next visit.  Will you do that for me, Jimmy?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones."

   She rumpled my hair and said, "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me,
Jimmy!"

   "Now, I'm going to get you ready for Buster." Mrs.  Jones said as she
had me lean over a piece of furniture we hadn't used yet, and started
lubricating and stretching my butt hole with those wonderful fingers.  It
didn't take long, since I was by now experienced at taking some fairly
large objects in my ass.

   She had me stand, and reclined on the low pad in front of me.  "Now,
Jimmy, kneel there," she pointed to the pad about twelve inches beneath her
beautiful buttocks, "and get me ready, like I did you."

   Mrs.  Jones raised her long, long legs, and to my surprise, they only
extended a foot or so past her shoulders, not counting the heels.

   Breathlessly, I approached her crinkled, pink, sacred opening, and, on
impulse, bent to kiss it.  She cooed her approval, arching her back to give
me better access, so I extended my tongue and licked around the little
depression.

   "Oh, Jimmy!" she said breathlessly, "You ARE special!  Ooooooh yeah,
keep that up!  Aaaaagggh!  God, yes, poke your tongue in there!  Deeper! 
Ooooo yesss!  Inside, now, Jimmy!  Fuck me with your wonderful tongue!"

   I licked, poked, and prodded at her gradually flowering ring, eventually
getting almost the full length of my tongue inside, never even considering
where I was licking, other than that it was inside the body of my Goddess.
Her ring clenched and opened, alternately constricting and welcoming my
wriggling tongue as I laved her insides with its rough, wet surface.

   "Toooo gooood, Jimmy!  Oooooo God!" reluctantly, she pushed my head away
from her buttocks, and, smiling up at me between her lovely breasts, said
"That's NOT how I got you ready, you naughty boy!  Now grease me up and get
that beautiful dick inside me before Buster gets too excited!"

   At her reminder, I looked behind me to see Buster's purple, dripping
shaft already extended six inches or more from his furry sheath, as he made
humping motions at the air.

   I quickly smeared lube in and around Mrs.  Jones' winking, slightly
opened orifice, then on my cock.  I lined the head up in the wrinkled
depression, and pushed slightly.  Her ass seemed to open up and swallow me
effortlessly.

   She emitted a guttural moan as my sparse bush flattened against the
creamy skin of her alabaster buttocks.

   "Ooooohhh, sooo goood, Jimmy!  Now lean over and suck my nipples!"

   I did as instructed, having already thought of it myself, and she cooed
her pleasure as my mouth engulfed one of the hard little knobs of flesh.

   Her long, elegant hand patted me on the back, and at first I thought it
was a sign of approval, until I felt Buster's bear paws wrap around my hip
bones as his head lay on my shoulder, my back covered in a warm, silky
blanket of dog hair.

   The wet, pointy tip of Buster's spear poked me in the buttocks a couple
of times, as he shifted position and got his hind feet settled, then, in
one swift plunge, he buried half of the red shaft in my rectum.  Two more
gigantic thrusts, another shifting of the hind feet, and I felt the furry
end of his sheath tickling my anus as his pointed head stabbed and stirred
deep in my guts, further than any of Mrs.  Jones dildoes had ever gone.

   At first, Buster took long, fierce strokes into me and rapid returns,
like his hips were re-cocking themselves for the next spring-loaded thrust.
All I could do was hang on for the ride, as my dick frictioned back and
forth in Mrs.  Jones hot, tight, anus.

   "Jimmy," Mrs.  Jones whispered in my ear, "since you've been so
especially good to me, I'm not going to ask you to hold off on your cum
this time.  Just relax and enjoy as Buster and I fuck you, and when you
feel like cumming, you go right ahead and cum, ok, Jimmy?"

   With that, her ass started rotating around my steel-hard rod, its heat
and slightly gritty texture complementing the rapid dilation and
contraction of my anal ring around Buster's growing bulge.

   His knot grew and it became harder and harder for him to force it in and
out of my distended hole.  Finally, on one stroke, he was stuck and
couldn't get out again.  I felt like I badly needed to shit a beserk rabbit
as Buster changed to a short, machine gun stroke, working that enormously
swollen cudgel rapidly back and forth inside me.  My prostate was in a
constantly overstimulated state as the knot shuttled across it, and I knew
I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

   Mrs.  Jones' hips were gyrating wildly around my engorged penis, and my
teeth had a death-grip on one of her nipples, but she didn't seem to
notice, so I kept chewing, feeling the churning in her guts as her
movements caused my dick to stir her intestines like a pot of soup.

   A few moments later, Buster dug his - thankfully blunted - dewclaws into
my hips and pulled back mightily as he gave a tremendous thrust, going
deeper than ever.  Suddenly, my insides grew several degrees warmer as his
ejaculate flooded my colon.  The sensation of the dog cumming in my guts
and the pulsing of his bulge against my prostate sent me over the edge as
my depleted organs mustered enough fluid for a few spurts into my Goddess'
temple.  The lack of fluid did nothing, however, to diminish the bliss of
my third orgasm in two hours, and the fact that it was going into the most
heavenly ass on earth made it that much sweeter.

   Mrs.  Jones, too, shuddered through a small cum of her own, though it
was nowhere near what I was accustomed to seeing from her.

   Buster lay limply across my back, his tongue lolling out the side of his
mouth, and I could have sworn he was smiling.  Eventually, he stirred and,
lifting a hind leg over my back, turned to face the other way, his swollen
cock still buried deep in my ass.  My dick gave another weak squirt as his
knot rotated inside me.

   Mrs.  Jones stroked my sweaty hair and whispered in my ear, "How did you
like that, Jimmy?  Isn't Buster a marvelous fucker?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones," I replied honestly, "but I still like it better when
you fuck me."

   She lifted my head between her palms and smiled at me.  "Of course you
do, Jimmy!  That's what makes you so special to me!  You enjoy all the
pleasures I offer you, but the ones you like best are the ones you share
with me!"

   She kissed me gently on the forehead and hugged me between her breasts.
I could hear her breathing, and feel her heartbeat as I lay there,
marveling that such a supreme being would need to do such mundane things as
breathe and pump blood through her veins.

   By the time Buster's deflating knot slipped from my abused ass, flooding
the pad beneath me with his copious discharge, it was very nearly time for
me to get home to my parents.

   I had just enough time to let Mrs.  Jones clean me up with her warm
washcloth before rushing downstairs to hang my chain, retrieve my clothes
from the hall closet, and get dressed.

   Mrs.  Jones, wearing a robe, was waiting by the door as I made to leave.
She lifted my chin and kissed me tenderly on the mouth for a long moment
before releasing me and holding the door.

   "You be sure to come back to me next Friday, Jimmy.  Will you do that
for me?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  Jones!" I replied, feeling warm all over, as I retrieved my
lawnmower and wheeled it up the walkway.

   I had no idea what the future held for me, but as long as Mrs.  Jones
was happy, I knew I would be, too.