MILF Town New Jersey Ch. 02

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.

This is the second chapter in a five part series which will all be released quickly. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjoy the ride.

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MILFTOWN, NEW JERSEY,

CHAPTER TWO:

MRS. LOEWENSTEIN'S RULES FOR ANAL SEX

by Eosphorus

I'm thinking about Miranda when she calls. Her tongue, actually. And all the amazing things she does with it.

I pick up on the first ring. "Hello, Mrs. Loewenstein. What may I do for you this evening?"

"What're you up to, sweetie?"

"Just left the library. Walking home."

"Hitting the books late," she says. "I like it."

"What'd the lady say? Reject mediocrity."

Reject mediocrity. A simple phrase and an entire approach to life. Taught to me by Miranda before we even started messing around.

"Smart advice from a brilliant woman," she says. "I wanted to ask you something."

I smile. "Not until you tell me."

"You've got a one-track mind."

"When it comes to you I do," I say. "Now go on, paint me a picture."

"Fine. I'm in the living room. On the couch. My hair's in a ponytail."

I've only seen her hair down. I bet she looks good in a ponytail. Her beautiful, supple neck highlighted alongside her elegant, mature beauty.

"Contacts or glasses?" I ask.

"Glasses, of course. I know your preference."

Nice! "Go on."

"And they've dropped to the end of my nose, like I'm about to scold you for being a naughty boy."

A shiver runs down my back. "That's hot. Continue."

"Silk pajamas," she says. "No bra."

Oh, my. "I wish I could see that."

"Two more weeks and you can see whatever the hell you want. The boards on my back deck have started rotting, as it happens. I will need someone to replace them."

The perfect excuse to be at her house all week. I'm not a fan of deception but what choice do we have? Mom would likely lose her mind if she knew I were banging a woman her age. One of her casual friends, no less.

"I'm sure I can attend to that," I say. "It's a big project, though. Could take a few days."

"I'm counting on it. I had a feeling you might be up for the job, though. In the meantime, I wondered if you could do me a favor."

"Anything."

"I've just finished a new manuscript. I'd love it if you took a look."

"Is it as hot as the last one?" I ask.

"Maybe. Definitely more depraved."

More depraved? How is that even possible? The Gertrude We Knew climaxed with the heroine getting spitroasted by her two lovers. All described by Miranda in lurid detail.

Yeah, this oughta be good. "Send me the file."

"Thanks. Take your time, okay? No rush. I know you're busy with school work. But I know how much you love history, so I'd love your opinion."

I smile, shaking my head. I'm on to her. She knows her filthy imagination turns me on. She wants me reading her latest, getting even hornier thinking about her.

"Text me when you're home and alone," she says.

"Will do." We hang up and I walk the rest of the way home. My roommates are all out. I deposit my backpack on the chair next to my bed and text Miranda.

My phone pings. A text from Miranda. With an image attached.

Damn!

She's facing her mirror. Her head is cocked sideways, eyeglasses pushed down seductively to the edge of her nose. Her pajamas are light purple with a black floral pattern. They show off her ample breasts nicely, as well.

"Fuck."

Before I can respond another picture from her comes in. This one's from the neck down and is topless. Her big tits and erect nipples are on full display.

I lock my door and settle into bed as she calls me.

"All alone?" she asks.

"I am."

"Good," she says. "Strip down. I'm horny. I wish you were here with me."

I strip naked, settling into bed. "What would you do if I were there?"

"Stroke yourself while I tell you."

"I already am."

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One midterm to go, then Spring Break!

I go over the material again. I know it backwards and forwards.

I close the book and lay down. I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be. But I'm too tired to sleep. I pick up my tablet and open the pdf Miranda sent me. I read the title. Lady Dandridge's Paramour.

Interesting. It's the first lines, though, which grab my attention.

No one who served in the war escaped unscathed. Even if you weren't physically wounded, you were hurt. Like George Keswick was hurt.

The story starts with George getting off a train and walking along country lanes, headed for someplace called Dandridge Park. Miranda sprinkles-in what the reader needs to know. George is an American but he's in England. The year is 1920.

Dandridge Park is an artist colony, George a painter. His fellow painter friend Tom lives in a cottage at Dandridge with his common law wife Victoria. George soon discovers Tom and Victoria have what later generations would call an open relationship. And Victoria has eyes for George.

I grin ear-to-ear. "Nice set-up, Miranda."

Miranda introduces a bunch of other characters. The most fascinating is Lady Dandridge herself. Tom's occasional lover. Victoria's, too. George is shocked but also taken with Lady Dandridge. It doesn't matter that she's fifteen years older than him, a vivacious redhead with big tits.

Kinda reminds me of someone I may know.

All this goes on as George resumes painting for the first time since before the war. His pre-war art was mostly sunny interiors. Now he creates exterior paintings composed of vivid, even jarring colors. Lady Dandridge is impressed and encourages him.

George finally gives in and sleeps with Victoria. Thank goodness. Miranda's such a good writer she actually had me worrying it'd never happen.

The sex scenes are explicit. Of course they are. As much as The Gertrude We Knew. There's an entire chapter where Victoria decides to see how many times she can get George off with her mouth alone in one night.

Turns out the answer is four.

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Midterms over at last! I'm sure I nailed them, too. Now I'm all packed for the ride home tomorrow. Nothing to do but enjoy a beer and finish the rest of Miranda's novel.

Every chapter brings a new liaison. Victoria shows up to George's cabin with a short and curvy Sculptor named Lucille. George watches them make love. Then they lay him down and take turns riding his cock.

Goddamn. To be George!

Lady Dandridge proposes a contest. All the painters will paint her in the nude. She will pick whomever she thinks captures her inner essence best. They will be rewarded with a prime place in an upcoming exhibit of the colony's work in London.

What a scene! A dozen artists, men and women, with their easels set up. Lady Dandridge enters in a white silk robe which she lets drop. George studies her contours. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. After the horrors he saw in France, it's hard to believe such beauty still exists. And he's going to celebrate it.

They paint for hours, barely speaking. Lady Dandridge stands in the middle of them all, her head turned to the side and a haughty smile on her lips. Her pose is in deliberate imitation of John Singer Sargent's "Madame X," George is sure.

George puts down the brush and waits for the others to finish. He reveals his work to gasps of amazement.

"You see me," Lady Dandridge says. "For the first time in my life, someone has seen me. All of me. The time has come for you and I to end the comedy, George."

"What do you mean?" George asks.

Lady Dandridge steps towards him, still nude. "Enough. There can be no more secrets between us. No more barriers. You and I are meant to be."

He takes her into his arms and kisses her. Not bad romance-wise, but didn't Miranda say this book was even more depraved than her last? I guess the heroine naked in front of a room full of her assorted lovers is kinda depraved. Not quite up to the level of the climactic threesome of The Gertrude We Knew, though.

"And to celebrate," Lady Dandridge says. "We shall share this joyous occasion with our dearest friends in the purest expression of connection. We shall all partake in the act of love!"

Okay. That's what Miranda meant.

The orgy which follows encompasses the final two chapters. Reading usually doesn't get me off but Miranda's debauched imagination does. By the time three men, including George, are penetrating Lady Dandridge at once, I'm wanking my cock furiously.

I put the book aside, closing my eyes and picturing Miranda in Lady Dandridge's place. Cycling through putting myself in the spot of each of the guys. Picturing her sucking my dick while she gets double-penetrated. Next, imagining myself banging her ass, one of three cocks pounding her. Finally, myself underneath her. Thrusting upwards as she's getting it airtight.

Fuck, yeah!

My orgasm comes swiftly, the tension and stress falling away. I clean up and pick the tablet back up.

All that remains is the epilogue. It's nineteen years later. The next war is on.

George and Lady Dandridge are still together. He's a renowned artist and they have a daughter. She's eighteen, off to the British women's auxiliary army corps. The three of them stop at a pub for lunch before seeing her off.

Somber-faced people are gathered, listening to grim news on the radio. Allied forces are trapped at someplace called Dunkirk. The gravely voice of the new Prime Minister addresses the nation.

"We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans. We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be."

A grim determination sets in around the room. Afterwards, George and Lady Dandridge walk their daughter to the train platform.

"Take care of yourself, Gertie," George says.

Gertie? Huh?

"No more Gertie, dad," she says. "I'm a grown woman now. I prefer Gertrude from here on out."

George nods, tears in his eyes. "Gertrude it is, then."

Holy shit! It's been a prequel to The Gertrude We Knew all along. Gertrude said she grew up in a Bohemian manner in an artist's colony, didn't she? How did I not see it?

Well done, Miranda. Well done.

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Mom is sitting at the kitchen island when I pass through on my way out.

"Big plans for the evening?" she asks.

"Just hanging out. I won't be too late." I feel a pang of guilt lying to her. But what else can I do? I doubt she'd react well if she knew what me and Miranda were up to.

"Don't be alarmed if I'm still out when you get home," Mom says.

I raise an eyebrow. "Big plans yourself?"

"Just a quiet dinner with a friend. I have to say, Mrs. Loewenstein was generous to let you fix her deck. She could've hired a contractor instead."

"It's nothing I can't handle," I say.

She nods. "It's still generous. Have fun, honey."

I study her for a moment before. Her hair is down and she's wearing a nice dress. Grandma's diamond pendant, too. "You too, Mom."

A quiet dinner with a friend, huh? Okay.

We all have our secrets, don't we?

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"Neil!"

I'm barely inside when Miranda throws her arms around me. I hug her tight, lifting her off her feet.

I haven't seen her since the last day of Winter Break. Too long! Sexy pictures and occasional phone sex are poor substitutes to having her in my arms and breathing in her cherry blossom aroma.

Miranda sighs. "I've missed these strong arms."

We kiss, warm and sensual. It gets hotter as we go along, tongues dancing.

Miranda withdraws but our arms remain in place. Her eyes, more blue tonight than gray, brim with glee. "I've been horny all day. Counting the hours."

"So have I."

We go into the living room and sit close together on the couch. She looks incredible, of course, with her wavy red hair cascading over her shoulders. She's in a white blouse and gray skirt. Her clothes showcase her assets magnificently, as usual.

No finer MILF exists than Miranda and I'm going to show her. I'm going to kiss every inch of her. From the top of her head all the way down to the tips of her toes. All points in between. Bestowing upon her the proper worship she deserves.

Miranda plants a quick smooch on my lips, her hand on my knee. "How'd midterms go?"

"A's across the board."

"Way to go!" Miranda says. "I'm happy to hear that. Julie must be ecstatic"

I'd like to forget Miranda and Mom are friends. "I haven't told her. She'll make a fuss."

Miranda squeezes my knee. "Only because she's proud of you. Besides, I'm about to make way more of a fuss over you than she ever will."

"It feels good to be on course again. Like I have a purpose."

"Everyone needs one," she says.

I smile. "What's yours?"

"I have a bunch."

"Such as?" I ask.

She raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you inquisitive? Alright. My purpose as a writer is to do the best work I can. My purpose as a friend, to be there when needed. My purpose as a social being, to be kind. My purpose as a citizen, to fight for a more just society. My purpose as a lover, well..."

I slide closer. "Go on."

"To be skilled and generous and to keep an open mind. To be willing to accommodate any reasonable request."

"Any reasonable request?"

Miranda nods. "Don't be shy if you'd like to ask for something. Do you think the woman who wrote that orgy scene is someone you need to be coy around?"

I drape an arm on the back of the couch. I take a deep breath, working up my courage. "Can I assume ass stuff is a reasonable request?"

"And then some," she says. "But you probably figured that out from the climactic scene."

"I'm so fucking lucky to be your lover. One of them, anyway."

"You are." Miranda eases closer to me. Our faces are inches apart, her lips within easy kissing distance. She places her hand on my chest, caressing it. "I had a dream about you last night."

I raise my eyebrows.

"We were in Paris, strolling hand-in-hand along the Seine. I feel like Paris is somewhere we could carry-on in public and people wouldn't even take notice of the age gap. Or wouldn't give a fuck."

"Strolling along the Seine? That almost sounds romantic."

She shakes her head. "The no lovey-dovey rule remains. That doesn't mean I wouldn't mind showing you off. Let everyone know a woman my age has a young stud half her age at her beck and call."

"Isn't it multiple young studs?"

She runs her hand along my chest. "Some other time, but not tonight. Tonight I want to focus on enjoying your charms exclusively."

We kiss. Miranda wraps her arms around my shoulders, drawing me tight against her. Her big tits press against my chest. That sensation never gets old.

She smiles broadly. "So tell me what you meant by ass stuff, sweetie. Assfucking, rimming?"

"What I want is to worship your ass. Assfucking, rimming, all of it."

Her eyes light up. They're looking more gray than blue now. "Why do I feel like I just won the lottery?"

We share a long, hot kiss. I can't get enough of her tongue. Or the way her hands run over my back and shoulders.

Miranda smiles warmly, taking my hand. "Shall we move things along?"

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We stand next to Miranda's bed kissing. I've missed her mouth these last few months. The only sex I've had was a few times with Lisa. She's cute, but doesn't compare to Miranda. Few women could.

I kiss her neck. "I can't wait to get you out of these clothes."

"Ready to worship my MILF ass?"

"Hell yes!"

"Communication first. What've you done in terms of ass play?"

Another deep breath. It's best to be completely forthright with Miranda. "Fingering Lisa's butt while I ate her pussy."

Miranda runs her hand down my arm. "A novice in the anal sex department, then. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything."

"I remain your devoted student," I say.

She kisses me. "Good padawan. I enjoy a little assfucking when I'm in the mood, but that's only because I know how to do it right. There's a proper way to go about it, after all."

"Mrs. Loewenstein's rules for anal sex?"

"I prefer to think of them as guidelines." She pauses, meeting my gaze. "But if you prefer having rules, then so be it."

Yes! "If they're your rules, then I'm all about strict obedience."

"Very well, then. Mrs. Loewenstein's First Rule of Anal Sex is 'never rush.' Anal is for taking one's time, for savoring the experience. It's not the stuff of afternoon quickies."

"Never rush," I say.

She nods, wetting her lips. "Good boy. Rule Two is that the recipient should be both at-ease and aroused beforehand."

"At ease and aroused. I think I can manage that."

Miranda places her hands on the back of my neck. "Your job is to get me worked-up into a frenzy. Until I'm begging you to stick your cock up my ass. Got it?"

"Got it."

Miranda gazes up at me, pulling me towards her. I place my hands on her hips as we kiss, tongues twirling.

I gather her in. This is how I like her, pressed firm against me. Her mouth on my mouth and her arms wrapped around my shoulders. The two of us melting into one another.

"I want to worship you," I say. "Every part of you."

"Then do it. Worship me."

Our mouths find each other again. We tongue kiss as my hands cup her breasts. Squeezing them, enjoying their ample size through the fabric of her blouse.

Her hands roam over my shoulders and back. She kisses my neck then my earlobe, flicking it with her tongue. That! My arousal soars. She knows how to push my buttons, doesn't she?

I step back, peeling my shirt off and tossing it aside as we look into each other's eyes. I strip down in silence, meeting her gaze the entire time. She smiles, licking her lips. Watching me disrobe.

I push down my boxers and my mostly-hard cock springs free. Miranda licks her lower lip. "There's that gorgeous cock!"

I step forward, taking her face in both hands. Kissing her deep and sucking on her tongue.

As hot as she looks in her outfit, I want her out of it. I should reach up and tear her blouse open, shouldn't I? No. I don't know much about women's clothing, but Miranda's have that look of quality to them. Not just well-fitting, but expensive.

I unbutton her blouse instead, working my way down as I kiss her neck. One button, two buttons. Until I'm sliding it off. Her bra is next, joining her blouse on the floor. I kiss her again, squeezing her big tits. Twisting her nipples the way she likes.

She sighs. "Fuck my pussy from behind first. I'm so turned-on, I'll come right away. Then you may begin your proper worship."

"Whatever you prefer."

She strokes my cock. "But this dick is too dry. Better remedy that."

Miranda squats down, jerking me off. Staring up at me, licks the tip of my cock.

Pleasure courses through me as she takes me inside her mouth. I enjoy the view of her head moving back-and-forth along my shaft, her eyes gazing into mine. One hand wrapped around the base, the other massaging my balls. Squeezing them ever-so-gently.

I gasp. "Fuck."

Miranda sucks me faster. Think of it! The brilliant, beautiful Miranda Loewenstein is sucking my cock. The redheaded MILF goddess herself. How did my life take such a wonderful turn?

She backs off. "Now it's all good and wet. Much better."

She stands, unzipping her skirt and turning around. Wiggling out of it, she leans over her bed and pushes her panties down. Taking her time, teasing me.

"Finger me first," she says.

I ease my index finger inside her, fingerfucking her steadily.

She moans. "Fuck, yeah. Add another finger. Lick your free hand and jerk off with it. Keep that cock wet for me."

I fingerfuck her harder, jerking off and staring at her perfect ass cheeks. Two round, white globes of womanly glory.

"Now put that dick inside me," she says.

I ease my wet cock into her pussy. She's nice and moist and I work my way all the way in after thrusting in and withdrawing a few times. I start off fucking her nice and slow.

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Miranda sighs. "Omigod, that's perfect. So fucking perfect. Fuck that pussy, fuck it nice and slow."

I thrust into her in a steady motion. I'd like to pound the hell out of her, but I hold back. Waiting for the signal.

Miranda lets out a long sigh. There it is!

I speed up.

"Fuck yeah!" she cries. "Give it to me good and hard."

I speed up further, but only a little.

"Harder!" she growls. "I said harder! Fuck the shit out of me!"

I go all out, hammering her pussy. Her response is instantaneous. "That's it, that's it! FUCK!"

I pound her pussy. Relentless, hard fucking. Penetrating her deep with each thrust.

"That's it!" she howls. "That's it!"

It goes on. A minute, maybe more. Miranda moaning steadily throughout. Growing ever louder. She's close, isn't she? We've had sex enough times I'm starting to pick up on her cues. There's no letting up now. No, no, no. I give her everything I've got. Her cries morph into loud screeching.

"Fuck!" she screams. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Miranda emits a long, steady squeal. I fuck her with wild abandon, clutching her ass cheeks. It's not until she exhales and her shoulders relax that I ease up and fuck her slow and gentle.

"Damn," she says. "I needed that."

I back out of her and she stands. Turning, she pulls me against her. "Now you can take your time and give me what you promised. Not to mention getting my ass all warmed up."

Miranda lays on her back and I plant kisses on her cheek.

She smiles dreamily. "You take such good care of me."

She really likes this, doesn't she? Now I want to kiss every inch of her even more. Show this singular MILF the depths of my lust for her.

I continue with her neck. First one side, then the other. Such a soft, silken neck. I slide my tongue up and down it and she moans. "I love that so fucking much."

"I'm just getting started," I say. "I'm going to lick you in all sorts of places."

She sighs. "Lick me wherever you want."

"I will."

I kiss her lips again, our tongues dancing. My cock presses against her pubic patch. I grind against it, enjoying its roughness against my dick.

I take her hand off my shoulder and kiss the back of it. "Stretch out your arms."

"Gladly." She extends her arms and I run my fingers up and down them. The right one first, then the left.

"Oh, that's nice," she says.

I caress her cheek with the back of my fingertips.

"This is so hot," she murmurs. "My young lover's hands roaming all over my body."

"I've barely started, my goddess."

I repeat the path of my fingers with my lips. Gentle kisses down both arms. Then back to her neck. Lots more kisses and a few licks thrown in.

I slide down further and sit up, studying her amazing tits. They're so beautiful. Everything I dreamed they'd be, and more. How many times did I jerk off, thinking about her? Imagining those tits in my face. Pining for the unobtainable Mrs. Loewenstein.

I stare at them, delighting in being able to. They're big and full with bright pink areola and erect nipples. Milky white with a spattering of freckles. That dime-sized birthmark near the top of her left breast. They sag a little and there's a few stretch marks, but so what? It makes her real. All the more beautiful because of it.

I massage her breasts. Kneading them slowly. Concentrating on how they feel in my hand. Leaning in, I suck a nipple. Hard sucking, throwing in a tiny nibble for good measure.

Miranda moans. I switch, sucking and nibbling her right nipple.

God, these tits! They're Miranda's crowning glory. Magnificent MILF mammaries made to adore. I go back-and-forth between them, licking and sucking. Enjoying their size and taste. Left tit, right tit, back to the left. I can't get enough.

"I love when you suck my tits," she moans. "It gets me going every time."

Me too.

There's no need to rush, either. None whatsoever. So I take my time, losing myself in the moment. Rubbing my cheeks against her hard nipples, then licking each in turn. Mashing them together and shoving my face between them.

I'd be happy to slobber over her tits all night. Lavish attention on them for hours on end. But there's also so much more I want to do to her.

I give each tit a few more sucks and nibbles then ease my way down further. Kissing Miranda's belly as I go. Gentle, soft kisses appropriate for such a lovely belly.

She giggles. "That tickles."

I kiss her belly again.

She laughs. "Naughty boy!"

"Yup."

I lift one of her legs and caress her foot, kissing the side of it. Feet aren't my kink, though hers are rather cute. Perfectly pedicured, too, bright red toenails matching her fingers. I run my hands over her well developed calf and up the outside of her thigh. Back down the inside of her thigh. Kissing my way along the entire length of her leg.

"I feel so appreciated right now," she moans.

And I've only just begun.

I lift her other leg, running my hands up the inside of her thigh and over her calf. Kissing her foot, more passionate than with the other one. This foot worship is kinda fun. Huh. There's a pleasant surprise.

I kiss my way back down her leg, running my hands over the outside of her thigh again.

"Oh my god that's so nice," she moans. "I'm so fucking turned-on, and you haven't even touched my pussy yet."

"Guess what's next?"

I settle in between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Working my way upward. Ever closer to that gorgeous pussy and its tuft of reddish brown hair. I spread her labia apart and breath in. That scent. Damn! The primal aroma that goes straight to my limbic system.

Now to enjoy her taste. I start slow, like she taught me. Long, lazy, licks up the entire length of her pussy. Savoring her slickness.

"Oh god," she moans.

I rub her clit with my thumb, up and down. She inhales sharply, moaning.

Yup. Works every time.

"Keep rubbing it," she groans. "Keep rubbing it. Faster."

I rub her clit up and down and finger her. First one finger, then two. Steady fingerfucking.

She gasps, arching her back. "Holy shit! Don't stop! Fuck yeah I'm gonna come again!"

Miranda lets out a sustained, steady squeal. Her eyes clamp shut, her mouth hanging open as her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

Yes! Did it again!

She exhales at last and I slow both my fingering and rubbing.

"That was so fucking good," she moans.

I remove my fingers, licking her slowly.

"I'm ready to get it in the ass," she says. "You can start by getting my butt ready."

"Tell me what to do."

Miranda opens the drawer on her nightstand. She hands me a clear plastic bottle and lays back. "Mrs. Lowenstein's Third Rule of Anal Sex is 'don't spare the lube.' The Fourth Rule is 'when in doubt, use more lube.' Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good," she says. "Now lube up your finger so you can stick it in my ass. Very slowly and gently. Remember the first rule. Take your time."

I squirt lube on my finger and spread it around. I lick her clit, pressing my lubed finger up against her adorable little butt hole.

She sighs. "That's it. Push it in just a little. Just a little."

I push my finger past her sphincter. I go in as far as the first knuckle then withdraw. I push in again, this time a little further. Always going slow and gentle.

"Good, good," she moans.

I finger her asshole and lick her pussy.

Miranda gasps loudly. "Fuck, that's good. I love getting my pussy and my butt worked together. Oh, fuck."

Do you? Interesting to know. "I wish I could lick your ass, too."

Miranda moans steadily, her head turning side to side. I've got her all turned-on, haven't I? Good.

"Lick my ass all you fucking want," she says. "But keep doing what you're doing a little more. That feels so fucking good."

I apply more pressure to her clit. She moans louder. My arousal surges at the mere thought of licking her ass.

"That's it," she says.

I lick her faster. She gasps, inhaling sharply. Arching her back and squealing. Did I make her come already? Impossible.

Miranda exhales. "Fuck that was sudden. Ass play always does it for me. Now how about that promised ass-eating? Let me get into position."

I withdraw my fingers. She turns around, getting onto her hands and knees. Thrusting her magnificent ass thrust upwards.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

Okay, this is kind of a big moment. First time rimming a woman.

You can do this.

Didn't expect this milestone today, but here it is. I blurted it out and now it's gonna happen. I'm thrilled it's with Miranda.

I spread her butt cheeks apart and lean in. Her adorable little butthole is mere inches in front of me. My pulse races. This really is worshipping all of her, isn't it?

Here goes.

I extend my tongue outward and lick her ass. She gasps, dropping to her elbows and lowering her face onto her pillow.

"Fuck!" she cries.

I lick her butthole over and over. It's slick from the lube which gets all over my tongue.

Note to self: Lick first, then lube.

What an experience! Filthy and depraved on one level, beautiful on another. Total acceptance and intimacy. No part of her beyond my adulation. And adore her I do, licking her butthole with enthusiasm while she rubs her clit and moans.

I back off a moment, licking my hand. I jerk off while licking her ass. I'm as hard as I ever get. How could I be otherwise?

"Oh god," she cries. "That's so good, that feels so fucking good."

Damn right.

I keep at it, jacking off and licking her wonderful asshole. She moans louder, her finger moving up and down her clit at a furious pace. "Holy shit, holy shit! FUCK!"

A long, steady squeal follows. Her ass cheeks contract, a trickle of arousal oozing out of her pussy which is promptly lapped up.

Did it again!

"God that was good," Miranda says. "Now back to stretching-out my asshole. I need to get that dick of yours up in there."

I give her asshole a few more licks, then back off. "Are you sure? Because I could eat your ass all night."

"I'll take you up on that offer another time. But right now I want your cock up my butt."

I straighten up, squirting lube onto my fingers. Plenty on her butthole, too. I finger her ass again, starting off nice and slow. Taking my time and working my way deeper.

"That's perfect, babe," she says. "Add more lube, then a second finger."

I squirt more lube over my fingers, then ease them into her ass. I fuck her butt carefully and slowly with two fingers.

"That's so good," she moans. "Now move them in a circle. That's right, stretch it out. Get it ready."

I follow her instructions. I feel her ring stretching, expanding gradually. It's amazing.

"I'm ready," she says. "How about you?"

"Hell, yeah."

I withdraw my fingers and squirt more lube onto her asshole. Plenty more on my dick.

"One more thing." Miranda reaches into her nightstand. She pulls out a bright pink vibrator and switches it on. "I like pressing this against my clit while I'm getting it in the ass. It always makes me come."

I jerk my newly-lubed dick. "That's the endgame, isn't it? She comes first."

"Smart boy."

I get into position, squirting additional lube onto my cock. Mrs. Loewenstein's Third and Fourth Rules, after all. I push against her sphincter, the tip of my cock easing into her ass. She lets out a tiny moan.

I pull back, then push back in. I go slow, working my way deeper into her butt.

"That's it," she moans. "Take your time but keep going."

I slide my cock a little deeper into her ass, thrusting in and out gently.

Miranda presses the vibrator against her clit, moaning. "Now fuck my ass. Nice and hard."

I pick up my pace. It's hard to believe. I'm actually doing anal with Miranda!

"That's it," she moans. "Fuck my ass!"

I keep at it, pounding away. Her sphincter is like a fist gripped tight around my dick.

"Fuck my ass harder!" Miranda cries.

I do as she says, clutching her glorious butt cheeks throughout.

I love everything about this, but I won't last much longer. It's too intense. I already feel the first stirrings of orgasm.

Miranda screams at the top of her lungs. "Fuck my ass hard! Fuck my ass hard!"

Her words dissolve into a steady keening. She's coming! Yes!

I pound away at her asshole, reveling in this new sexual milestone. And with Miranda! I wouldn't have it any other way or with anyone else.

My dick, tingles, excitement growing. It won't be long now.

"That's right, babe," she cries. "Come in my ass! Fill up my ass with your cum!"

Her words push me over the edge. I fuck her ass hard, grunting and moaning. I'm close to finishing. It'll be any moment now. Any moment.

Soon. Soon.

I thrust deep into her ass, holding it in place. I come hard, my cock throbbing inside her. Pulse after pulse, each one another release of ecstatic joy.

I thrust slowly as my orgasm fades, savoring the last lingering twitches until, at long last, I pull out.

Miranda rolls onto her back and turns off her vibrator. I lay next to her and she rests her head on my chest.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" Miranda says.

I smile. "Fuck yeah."

"As good as you'd hoped?"

I kiss the top of her head. "Even better."

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Miranda puts her hair up. She leads me by the hand into the shower.

I soap-up her lovely curves and she returns the favor. We make-out afterwards under the showerhead.

We towel each other off and I put on one of her robes. She puts another on and we cuddle on the couch. My arm is around her shoulder.

Her phone buzzes and she steps out of the room. When she returns she takes my arm and places it back over her shoulder.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

"Yes," she says. "That was one of my other friends. I didn't want to rub it in your face."

"I appreciate the courtesy, but I went into this knowing the situation. You didn't have a problem learning about Lisa."

"Quite the contrary!" Miranda says. "I'd like a full after-action report on everything you've done with her. Or maybe a live reenactment. How's that sound?"

"Sounds great."

Miranda shifts position, laying back and resting her feet on my thighs. "I'm pleased how well you're handling this. I've had fuckbuddies who can't."

I rub her foot and give it a casual kiss. "I like being one of the stallions in your stable."

"Good. Because you are a talented lover and an eager student. Pleasant company, too."

I kiss the side of her foot again, rubbing her calf. "I love your legs. So smooth and soft."

"I can get used to this," she says. "It's nice having a foot rub boy."

"It's nicer being one."

"I do wish you were home for more than a week," she says. "But at least you'll be around every day redoing the deck. The perfect cover story."

"After that it's only six weeks until summer."

"Then there's all sorts of fun to be had," she says.

I switch to rubbing her other foot. "I'll need to line up a summer job. I doubt there's many more assorted repairs you have for me to do around here."

"I can get you a job with a phone call," Miranda says. "Take your pick. The gym, Gio's, Bruni's Bikes."

"I'd like that. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." She closes her eyes. "Now tell me about the last time you were with Lisa. Omit nothing. I want every lurid detail."

"Would that be right? To Lisa, I mean."

"Trust me," Miranda says. "She's already told her closest friends every tiny detail."

"What? Girls do that?"

Miranda nods. "They do. Her friends all know what your cock looks like and the sounds you make when you come."

"They do?"

Miranda nods. "Oh, they do. Now tell me everything."

I launch into the telling. All of it. How Lisa sucked my cock, how I went down on her.

Miranda rubs her clit, moaning steadily. Sounding close to orgasm by the time I tell her about pounding Lisa missionary style. She twists her nipple, rubbing her clit faster. "Fuck me just like that. Right now. Can you do that?"

I stand, letting my robe drop. I'm already hard.

"I sure can."

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End Notes:

- I hope you enjoyed the second installment of MILFtown, New Jersey! All subsequent chapters have already been written and will appear here in quick succession so keep an eye out for them.

- Thanks again to DJMac1031 for his advice during the creative process. Special thanks to Prettylynne for her help with the title. I'm privileged to have author friends like them. Both are very talented writers whose work you should check out.

- Find my complete works here. For those interested in learning more about me and my writing, check out the interview I gave to fellow Literotica author Bob_Aganoush. Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are always appreciated.