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Subject: {ASSM} (Repost)Me and Mrs. Jones - Chapter 4: Enter Mr. Jones (Fm, Ff, mf, Mf, Mm, best, oral, anal)
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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 4: Enter Mr. Jones (Fm, Ff, mf, Mf, Mm,
best, oral, anal)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
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http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/
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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.

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