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Subject: {ASSM} Me and Mrs. Jones - Chapter 2: We Reel Teddy In (F/mm, Mdog/m, toys, oral, anal, Fdom?)
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For some reason, these seem to be easier to write than the "A House in 
the Woods" stories. Hmmm!

Anyway, here's Chapter 2.

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I LIVE for! Please, if you like it, let me know. If you don't, let me 
know how to improve future chapters.
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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 2: We Reel Teddy In (F/mm, Mdog/m, toys, 
oral, anal, Fdom?)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes-peer2b@sbcglobal.net

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 tremedous 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.

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