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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. _________________________________ 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! 
_________________________________ 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@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from above
address)

   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...