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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 3: Becky Becomes a Special Girl (F/m, F/f,
Ffm, toys, oral, anal)
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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...

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