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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.

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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 4: Enter Mr.
Jones (Fm, Ff, mf, Mf, Mm, best, oral, anal) (C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes
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   ________ It was another Friday afternoon, and Becky and I had arrived at
Mrs.  Jones house at almost the same time.  We smiled at each other as we
stood in Mrs.  Jones entryway shedding our clothes.  When we were both
bare, Becky took her chain from its assigned hook, and shyly held it out to
me.  I blushed at being given this signal honor, and tenderly clamped the
chain to first one, then the other of Becky's puffy little nipples,
watching her face for signs of pain.  My worries were baseless.  Becky had,
by this time, become as accustomed to wearing the chain bearing her
nameplate as I was.

   Still blushing, I held my own chain out for Becky.  She licked each
nipple, just like Mrs.  Jones had the first time, causing it to harden,
before placing the clamp on it.  Then stepped back, smiling.

   "You two come on upstairs," came Mrs.  Jones laughing voice from the
stairs, "before you start fucking in my entryway!"

   Since Teddy's chain hadn't been on its hook, I expected to find him
upstairs in Mrs.  Jones playroom, and was a little surprised to find only
her there.

   "Uh, Mrs.  Jones?"

   "Yes, Jimmy?" Mrs.  Jones draped her long, elegant body over one of the
benches near me.

   "Um, I thought Teddy..." I didn't get to finish.  Mrs.  Jones' lovely,
ruby lipped countenance clouded up like a sudden August thunderstorm.

   "Teddy," she said the name like I would say 'road kill', "won't be
joining us anymore."

   That's all she would say and I knew that Teddy had disappointed her once
too often.  After that, I still saw him around the school, but he avoided
me like the plague, never even meeting my gaze.

   "Come, Becky," she gestured expansively with those exquisitely manicured
hands, "come, Jimmy.  There are a few things I'd like to try with the two
of you, since you are so much in love, and I've got a special surprise
later on!"

   She let out a whistle, and Buster came bounding into the room.

   "Now, Jimmy, Becky's had Buster," Mrs.  Jones sounded like my third
grade teacher, "but today, I want her to fuck both of you at the same
time."

   Becky and I stared at each other, round eyed.  I was the first to ask
the question on both our minds, "How...  ?"

   Mrs.  Jones curled those scarlet painted lips into one of her hypnotic
smiles.  "You lay down here, Jimmy."

   I reclined on the low bench indicated.  As I settled in, Mrs.  Jones ran
one of her exquisitely manicured nails up the underside of my semi-hard
dick from ball-sack to circumsized head, bringing it instantly to full
erection.

   "That should do it!" she smiled again, "Now Becky, I want you to take
your favorite seat...  Yes, let it slide all the way into your sweet pussy!
That's good!  Now, I'm going to lube your little pink asshole for Buster,
so you just relax and enjoy Jimmy's cock."

   As usual when we found ourselves face to face, we shared each other's
sensations through our expressions.  Becky's eyes got really wide and took
on a hint of fear.  Mrs.  Jones had never caused her any real pain, but
Becky had experienced anal sex and had been fucked by Buster's eager red
lance more than once.  She'd never had the dog in her ass, especially not
when it was tightened by a dick in her pussy.

   Becky's oh-so-white front teeth captured her lower lip as Mrs.  Jones
long, elegant fingers stuffed her tender little butt with lube.  Our
goddess took her time and stretched Becky's only modestly experienced poop
chute until it could take four of her slender fingers, rolled together. 
Watching my Angel's face while my Goddess' fingers massaged my hard rod
through the membranes of Becky's ass kept my penis throbbing the whole
time. Becky loves anal sex, especially when our Mrs.  Jones is involved, so
the expressions that flitted across her features ranged from trepidation to
passion to the kind of deep rooted satisfaction one gets from taking a
really good dump.

   The sweet little twelve-year-old eyes went round as saucers when Becky
felt Buster's enormous paws wrap around her waist (and mine).  Mrs.  Jones
knelt and guided the dog's pointy red rod to my Angel's waiting hole. 
Buster was a great fuck, but he wasn't much for gentleness or slow starts.
Becky's mouth flew open in a silent scream, more, I think, from surprise
than from pain, and I felt the entire length of the angry pole spear into
her guts.

   Buster's hind feet danced a bit as he shifted forward for better
leverage.  His front paws gripped tightly around our waists as he withdrew
a few inches, then slammed home again.

   "Ooooooohhhhhh!" Becky moaned, eyes rolling up in her head.

   Suddenly, I lost sight of my Angel's face as Mrs.  Jones black-furred
mound inserted itself between us and descended on my waiting mouth. 
Incredible!  My Goddess' ambrosia dispensing pussy in my hungry mouth and
my Angel's ever so sweet tunnel massaging my dick!  I had no idea what
heaven would be like, but I was sure it would be a disappointment after
this!

   I could hear Becky busily lapping at Mrs.  Jones perfect butt while I
did my best to please her dripping honeypot, all the while being jacked off
by that damnable doggy dick reaming out my little Angel's ass.

   By now, I was an old hand at holding my orgasms at bay until Mrs.  Jones
was ready, but I was also thirteen, so it was never easy.  Most thirteen
year olds could never even imagine the kinds of things Mrs.  Jones put us
through every week.  If my buddies had even heard about SOME of the things
I did in that room, they'd have locked themselves in the bathroom for a
week, and had callouses on their dicks by the time they came out!  Here I
was, in the middle of yet another other-wordly sexual adventure, planning
my route around Mrs.  Gilbert's flowerbed dotted lawn, as I mentally mowed
and trimmed the old biddy's yard.

   I didn't realize it until I was older, but Mrs.  Jones never made us
wait for her when Buster was involved.  I guess it was too hard to teach
Buster to hold off.  We were, however, constrained to wait for him to cum.

   "You may cum when Buster shoots inside you Becky," Mrs.  Jones purred,
from somewhere above our heads, "and Jimmy, you cum with Becky, OK?"

   I nodded my head into her crotch, mouthing, "Yes Mrs.  Jones!" even
though there was no way for the sound to escape her sloppy pussy.

   The constriction on my cock got even tighter and Becky's moaning into
Mrs.  Jones' ass increased in volume as Buster's knot swelled up in her
butt.  I feverishly searched for something else to occupy my mind as the
image of that softball-sized lump of flesh shuttling back and forth in my
Angel's tiny rear flashed into my head.  It felt as if someone had shoved a
large fist into the fragile pre-teen's ass and was busily pounding away at
her insides.

   Buster never took long to cum after his knot swelled up, so I mentally
gritted my teeth and held on.  In the real world, I continued to lave my
Goddess' swampy pussy with my eager tongue, batting at the hard little nub
of her clit, then running slowly up and down the sides.

   Buster tried to climb the bench with his hind legs and bent himself
almost double, trying to get as much of his cock inside Becky as he could.
Becky emitted a muffled shriek as he flooded her bowels with his hot cum,
and vibrated her hips like a ball bearing bouncing between two steel
plates, clenching my dick so hard I thought all the blood would be squeezed
right out of it.  My cock felt Buster's knot pulse as he pumped his copious
load into my Angel.  The sensations and mental images blasted my cum from
within me, to join Buster's hot load in Becky's quivering belly.

   Mrs.  Jones was not far behind the two of us.  Her pelvis slapped at my
nose repeatedly as she pounded her engorged clit against my stiffened
tongue, and flooded my mouth and chin with her delicious fluids.

   Our Goddess disentangled herself and went to wash up while Becky and I
kissed and fondled each other as we waited for Buster's knot to deflate. 
We were, once again, whispering our undying love for each other when, with
an enormous slurp, Buster's schlong withdrew from Becky's gaping butthole.

   Buster retired to the corner to engage in his second favorite pastime -
licking his privates.  My lovely twelve-year-old Angel gingerly raised
herself off my rod and tumbled to the floor.

   I turned around and was just about to start a sixty-nine cleanup when
Mrs.  Jones returned, slinking gracefully across the playroom floor in her
stiletto heels.  Using the warm washcloth she had brought with her, Mrs. 
Jones completed in a few seconds the cleanup I had planned to take several
minutes enjoying.

   "You are so talented with your tongue, Jimmy," the flashing-eyed beauty
said to me as she toyed with my nipple chain, "that I think I want to enjoy
your mouth in a more relaxed position.  If you will kneel here between my
legs...  That's good, Jimmy!  Now, Becky dear, if you would be so kind as
to lay down under Jimmy and give him an incentive to do a really good
job... Perfect!"

   So there we were, Becky lovingly swallowing my excited dick, while I
tried my best to give my ruby-lipped goddess the best head job ever, when
Becky's mouth tightened around my shaft and she moaned deep in her throat.

   By now, I knew the sounds my Angel made by heart, and this was her 'Oh
God, that's a big one!' moan.  I suppose it could have been Buster, but her
position would have made it very difficult for him to couple with her.  In
spite of myself, I tried to turn to look, but Mrs.  Jones firm, gentle
touch kept me at my task.

   I didn't know who it was, but clearly, someone was fucking the little
blonde sprite, and doing a damned good job of it!  As the speed and pitch
of her moans increased, Mrs.  Jones cooed, "That's it Becky dear!  Cum
now!"

   Becky needed no further encouragement.  Her head snapped up,
coincidentally impaling her throat completely on my shaft, and she shrieked
her passion through my bewildered cock.

   For a minute or two, I could feel her twitching, but her mouth never
left my shaft, and eventually, she went back to work on me as if nothing
had happened.  That's when I felt it.

   A large, rough hand was on my buttock.  Once again I tried to look, but
Mrs.  Jones long, elegant fingers kept me at my task.

   "Don't worry, Jimmy dear," her soft voice soothed, "that's Mr.  Jones."

   A bolt of fear went through me!  I had known that Mrs.  Jones was
married, of course, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I had
acknowledged that I was fucking his wife, but it had never occurred to me
that he would find out!

   I must have tensed or jumped or something.  Mrs.  Jones started stroking
my hair and whispering, "Shhhh!  It's all right Jimmy!  Mr.  Jones just
wants to join us!  He's known about our little playtimes all along, and
it's only fair that he gets to play too, don't you think?"

   I thought about it, and guessed she was right.  It was the least I could
do after having screwed the guy's wife and been screwed by her for several
weeks.  I nodded into her pussy.

   Another large hand landed on my other cheek and they were spread wide.
Something large, velvety soft, rubbery, and oh-so-warm nudged my
experienced brown-eye.  Out of habit, I pushed out, knowing what was
coming.

   Still slippery with Becky's fluids, the bulbous head of Mr.  Jones' cock
squeezed through my sphincter.  This feeling was wonderfully different than
either Teddy's little boy dick or Mrs.  Jones' dildo.  The spongy flesh of
the head elongated as it pushed through my anus then sprang back to its
apple-shaped fullness inside my butt.  The warmth and the softness of the
outer layers, though, couldn't quite hide the steel of the shaft within. 
Those enormous hands gently grasped my hips and held me steady as the
entire length of the velvet covered rod slid deep into my guts, slowly, but
inexorably.

   The intensity of the feeling - like being fucked by my father - was such
that I forgot both Becky and Mrs.  Jones, until my Goddess' hands once
again reminded me of my task.

   Slowly, with the kind of rough tenderness a father might have used, Mr.
Jones slid in and out of me.  My tongue on Mrs.  Jones' sweet pussy kept
time with his strokes, laving her engorged clit with long, even strokes. 
First one side, then the other, then straight across the bud.

   Becky, too, started synchronizing her motions with his.  Mr.  Jones'
warm, hairy body virtually engulfed my slender, hairless frame as he lay
across my back and stroked deeply and strongly into my twitching butt.  My
dick slid down Becky's throat on each of his long incursions into my
willing body, as my two middle fingers lightly stroked his wife's G-spot.

   "You have a great ass, Jimmy." Mr.  Jones soft, deep voice breathed in
my ear, "I can see why Mrs.  Jones likes fucking you so much."

   I felt warm and safe in his arms, and somehow, RIGHT with his big, warm
rod firmly ensconced in my belly.  Had Mrs.  Jones not trained me so well,
I would have cum right then.  As it was, I struggled to find an image to
replace that of our little tableau.  The picture kept popping into my mind
of my frail thirteen year old body sandwiched between the regally elegant
Mrs.  Jones as she reclined on a couch, and her great bear of a husband as
he fucked my teenage ass while sweet, angelic, twelve year old Becky
swallowed my throbbing dick.

   Fortunately, Mrs.  Jones, too, was taken with the juxtaposition of our
bodies in such a passionate pose and neared her own climax very quickly. 
She dug her perfectly manicured nails into my scalp and pulled me harder
against her flowing sex.  I took the hint and sucked her pulsating clit
into my mouth, nipping it lightly with my teeth, as I started vibrating my
fingers inside her tunnel.

   Mr.  Jones slammed hard and deep into my bowels several times.  I felt
the warmth of his discharge deep in my guts as sweet, sweet Becky dug her
nose into my pubic bone and allowed my spasming gonads to empty their
contents directly down her throat.

   After pulsing his seed far up my colon for several minutes while his
wife quivered against my tongue, Mr.  Jones raised himself off my back, and
I moaned in disappointment as the cold air flooded my skin and his warm,
softening member slithered out of my grasping anus.

   On the way home, as was our habit, Becky and I walked hand-in-hand, and
she told me about the marvelous feelings she had when Mr.  Jones fucked her
willing little body as she lay underneath me, unable to see who ravished
her.

   After that day, Mr.  Jones became a regular part of our activities at
Mrs.  Jones house.  One of my fondest memories of that time was sitting on
Mr.  Jones' lap, surrounded by his strong arms, his enormous dick
comfortably embedded in my rear.  He would slowly jack my own smaller, but
growing, member as we watched Becky and Mrs.  Jones coupling, and I felt
warm, loved, and safe.

   Becky told me she felt the same way.  Mr.  Jones was never rough with
us, and though we did everything possible, sexually, with him, we never
felt anything from him but love.