MILF Town New Jersey Ch. 03

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

This is the third 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. Its tone 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 THREE:

THE MANY LOVERS OF MIRANDA LOEWENSTEIN

by Eosphorus

I stare at Miranda's text. "Can't wait to see you. Hope you're hungry... and horny."

I am. On both counts.

Six weeks is too long without enjoying Miranda's company. Six weeks of not enjoying her kisses or her beautiful tits. Six weeks too of not getting to stare at her pretty eyes and long red hair.

It's strange being back home. No classes, no track meets. Nothing but working at Gio's doing deliveries. Miranda wasn't kidding when she said she could get me a job there with a phone call.

I daydream of Miranda as I shower, thinking about her incredible body. Her spectacular tits, of course, but also her wonderful, plump butt. The hottest MILF in a town packed with them.

They should change the name from McQuays Mill to Milftown, New Jersey. How'd that look on the exit ramp on Route 195?

I finish getting dressed, then grab a diet coke from the fridge. Back upstairs, I pause by my dresser. This'd be the perfect spot for my sign, wouldn't it?

I place it there and step back, nodding. This way I'll see it first thing every morning. A simple rectangular piece of wood with two words on it in eight inch tall letters. My mantra.

"Reject mediocrity," Mom says from my doorway.

I turned towards her. "You like it?"

"I do." She leans against the side of my door, folding her arms.

"What?" I ask.

She smiles. "I'm glad to have you back, that's all. And I can't say enough how proud I am of you. The way you turned things around last semester, I couldn't be happier."

"So am I."

"Did you find out when you start at Gio's?" she asks.

"Tomorrow."

"It was nice of Mrs. Loewenstein to set that up for you," Mom says. "She's been nice to you. Make sure you figure out a way to show her your appreciation."

Oh, I'll show her. No worries there. "Sure."

"And where are you off to for your first night of summer?"

"To see a friend," I say.

Mom looks me over. "Would this friend happen to be a girl?"

No, she happens to be a woman. Twice my age plus a few. "Why do you ask?"

Mom shakes her head. "No reason."

I shrug.

"Fine," she says. "Have your little secret. Anyone I know?"

Yeah. The aforementioned Mrs. Loewenstein.

Mom goes downstairs. She doesn't suspect a thing, does she? Best to keep it that way, too, for everyone's benefit.

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I park on the side street and enter Miranda's yard via the gate next to her shed like she's instructed. Can't have my car parked in front of her house too often, after all.

Miranda greets me at the back door. Her face lights up and she lets out a delighted squeal, hugging me tight. I breathe in her orange blossom aroma, holding her close.

She backs off, a huge smile on her face. "I've missed you. Come on in. Dinner is almost ready."

"I can't wait."

I follow her into the kitchen. She's in a blue blouse with white polka dots and a dark gray skirt. A pink apron, too. Her outfit is snug but not tight, showing off her delightful curves.

"I made asparagus risotto," she says. "How about opening the wine? There's sauvignon blanc in the door of the fridge."

I open the wine and pour out a pair of glasses. I hand her a glass. We share a smile, our eyes meeting. Hers are more blue than gray tonight. She smiles, caressing my shoulder. Real affection passes between us.

Better not make too much out of it. She made it clear when we started fooling around. This was about fucking and friendship, nothing more. No lovey-dovey, she said. Gotta honor that. Don't want to blow a good thing.

I lean against the counter, watching her stir risotto. Admiring her little button nose and her soft, inviting lips. She glances my way and gives me a warm smile. "How'd your final grades go?"

"All A's."

Miranda smiles. "Way to go! Julie must be thrilled."

"She told me to be sure and thank you for getting me a job at Gio's. That I should show you my appreciation."

"How are you planning on doing that?" Miranda asks.

"By eating your pussy."

"That's a good start," she says.

"And your ass."

Miranda gives me a suggestive leer. I stand behind her, brushing her hair aside. Kissing the side of her neck.

Miranda sighs. "I've missed your kisses."

"Have you?" I wrap my arms around her, cupping her big breasts. Squeezing them as I press my crotch into her ass.

"Fuck," Miranda moans. She turns her head, kissing me hard. Tongues twirling. She puts her spatula down, grinding against me. Placing her hands atop mine and pressing them harder against her breasts. Pushing her ass against my crotch.

I kiss the side of her neck, flicking her earlobe with my tongue.

She pushes me back. "No more of that for now. You'll ruin the risotto if you keep distracting me. Go, set the table!"

I do as she says, glancing her way. She projects such quiet elegance, stirring the risotto with one hand and sipping wine with the other. Looking stunning while doing so.

She fills two bowls with risotto, handing me one. She removes her apron and we sit. Her eyes look more gray than blue now.

I sample a forkful of risotto. It's excellent. "Damn."

Miranda smiles, patting my hand. We eat and talk. I love being here. Looking at her pretty face, enjoying her scent. Her sweet voice and bewitching smile.

"I gotta thank you again for getting me the job," I say. "That was really cool."

She squeezes my hand. "Gio and I go way back. He can't say no to me."

I bet few men could.

"It's a perfect situation. I don't have to wake up early, either, so I can use the morning to train before it gets too hot."

Miranda nods, eating a spoonful of risotto. "You made good progress on that front, right? From sixth place to fourth."

I smile. "I'm surprised to hear that from you."

"What do you mean?"

I point my fork her way playfully. "Fourth place is mediocre. Do we tolerate mediocrity?"

"We do not. But fourth place constitutes improvement. That's to be congratulated."

"Fair enough," I say. "But I need a training plan to continue improving."

Miranda gives me a naughty smirk. "I can certainly help you work on your endurance."

"I'm counting on it."

"Have you tried yoga?" she asks. "It builds strength and flexibility. I could lead you through a few routines."

"I've never thought about it," I say. "But if you think it's useful, I'll give it a try. Especially if it means I get to spend more time with you."

"You always make me feel adorable," Miranda says.

"You are adorable. You're so sexy it's painful."

Her eyebrow goes up. "Painful? Never been called that before."

"I don't know how else to describe it. You're like the pain that comes from being ravenously hungry. It's torture being close to you right now."

"You're gonna have to writhe in agony a little while longer." She wets her lower lip. "In the meantime, savor it. Embrace it. Tell me what you're gonna do to me."

"I'm gonna kiss you."

She sips wine. "You'd better."

"Then I'm going to strip you naked. So I can run my hands over your skin."

She leans forward. "I'm liking this."

"Then I'm going to suck your tits and lick your pussy. But that's only the beginning."

Miranda raises an eyebrow. "Is it?"

"It's all to get you worked-up. To make you come once or twice before I satisfy my lust. Mrs. Loewenstein's First Rule, after all. She comes first."

"I'm pleased you've taken my lessons to heart, my padawan."

"I'm a true disciple," I say. "I always want to make sure you're fully satisfied."

"As if I'm ever fully satisfied," she says. "I get to suck your dick before you fuck me, just so we're clear."

"You can suck it all you want. Suck it for hours, backing off every time I'm close to coming."

She strokes my forearm. "That idea has appeal. But I'm in the mood for a hard cock hitting me deep tonight. I'm so horny I used my vibrator this morning just so I could get through the day."

We kiss. Slow and tender, but underneath the surface is a simmering intensity.

Miranda backs off. "Finish your dinner."

I start to protest but Miranda shakes her head. "Eat, then help me with the dishes. Afterwards we'll have another glass of wine on the couch. Then we'll go upstairs."

"But I'm going to be out of my mind by that point."

Miranda shrugs. "Good."

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We finish eating and enjoy another glass of wine on the couch. We're halfway through our drink when there's a pause in conversation. Next thing I know, we're all over each other.

We kiss, intense from the start. Tongues and lips eager to get reacquainted.

"Damn," she moans.

I unbutton her blouse. I love the effort she puts into her clothes. Always stylish, knowing what compliments her figure. But right now I want her beautiful, mature body nude. The sooner, the better.

Frantic stripping-down follows. I stand, unbuttoning my shorts. Peeling off my socks and then my boxers. Naked in no time.

She licks her lips. "There's that beautiful cock."

Miranda stands, facing me. Letting her skirt fall to the floor and undoing her bra. It joins her skirt at her feet, her beautiful breasts springing free. I've missed those tits. Yeah, and those erect nipples as well.

We embrace, mouth upon mouth. Skin upon skin. My hard cock pressing into her belly.

Miranda gently pushes me back onto the couch. Smiling, she slides her panties down over her hips. I gaze up at her mature glory, mesmerized. Blood rushing into my cock.

"Like what you see?" she asks.

"So damn much."

Miranda kneels. She grabs my cock, stroking it to full hardness and taking me into her mouth. Long, slow sucking follows. Miranda pumps the base with one hand and caresses my balls with the other.

Pleasure washes over me. I haven't come since yesterday morning and Miranda skills are more than I can take.

"Oh, fuck," I moan. "I'm close."

Miranda lifts her head, slowing her jerking. "Not yet."

"Not until I've eaten your pussy," I say.

"Sweet Neil, always eager to please. But what would please me most is for you to come in my mouth."

"But I've been looking forward to eating your pussy."

Miranda grins. "If only there was a sexual position where I could suck your dick the same time as you lick my pussy."

Yes! "You know, I may have heard of one."

"I thought so," Miranda says. "On your back, sweetie."

We rearrange ourselves. I swing my legs onto the couch. Miranda crawls on top of me, straddling my shoulders and lowering herself onto my face.

I place a hand on each ass cheek, her musky aroma filling my nostrils. God, that scent! I lick her, savoring her salty taste. There's no better place than with my face buried in Miranda's privates.

Miranda sighs. "Fuck, yeah."

She sucks my cock, faster than before. My eyes fall upon her butthole. Memories of licking her ass rush in. What joy it was to show her how much I love every inch of her body.

I give it a lick.

Miranda gasps. "Fuck!"

Guess that was the right move. I give her butthole another lick, and another.

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

I pour myself into pleasing her. Rubbing her clit. Licking her asshole. Applying deeper pressure with my tongue.

Holy shit! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Miranda pushes down harder on my face, jerking my wet cock. "DON'T STOP!"

No worries there. I lick and rub her with abandon.

Miranda emits a long, steady squeal. Can't stop now, not while she's in the throes. Not till I know she's done. She exhales, breathing heavy. Mission accomplished. I ease up and give her butthole a gentle kiss.

"Well done, babe!" she says. "Now it's your turn to get off. Stay just the way you are."

She climbs off and turns around. We look into each other's eyes as she lowers herself onto my dick. Taking my full length inside her. We sigh simultaneously and I grab her tits, kneading them as she bounces. Thrusting up into her in time to her bearing down.

Miranda rubs her clit as she rides me. "Oh fuck that's good! So fucking good!"

I thrust up with greater force, Miranda pushing down harder. A familiar tingle awakens in the tip of my dick. Yes! It won't be long now.

"Fuck," I moan.

Miranda rubs her clit furiously, bouncing away. "Give me that hard young cock!"

I fuck her with all the power I can muster. She matches my enthusiasm, pressing down. Her big tits bounce and she leans forward, her hands on my shoulders. Taking my thrusts. Until a low, steady squeal escapes her lips.

Yes! Come again for me!

Miranda's eyes clench, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, her nails digging into my shoulders. She opens her eyes afterwards, breathing out.

"Fuck," she moans. "That was amazing. Now come for me, sweetie. Come for me. Gimme your cum."

I'm almost there. It'll be any second now.

I come, my cock throbbing inside her. Each pulsation brings relief and joy mixed as one. All my lust is channeled into Miranda. She takes it joyfully, pushing down on my cock. Gazing into my eyes and kissing me deep.

Miranda climbs off my dick and we cuddle on her couch.

What a start to Summer!

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I park my car, walking on air.

Last night with Miranda was amazing but now it's time to start work at Gio's. Get moving on building up my bank balance.

"Neil!"

I turn at the sound of my name. Mrs. Erickson!

She's putting out a sandwich board sign in front of her yoga studio, a vision in a white tank top and gray yoga pants.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey, yourself! Come here."

She hugs me. Her lovely body presses into mine, her subtle vanilla scent tinged with sweat after a morning leading pilates. Miranda was in her class this morning, also. Yeah, so was Mom. That part is kinda weird.

We break off the hug. I get a chance to admire Mrs. Erickson's big hazel eyes. Her steel-frame eyeglasses show them off nicely. "I hear you're working next store!"

"Yup."

"I'll be getting to see you all the time." She looks me up and down. "Lucky me. Look at you, all grown up and an entire year of college already behind you."

What a pretty lady. Not just her eyes, but her light blonde shaggy bob haircut and expressive lips. And that tall, athletic body! So different from Miranda's shorter, curvy build. Yet both of them are sexy in their own way.

"Yeah," I say.

We make small talk. There's a new owner of the mill where Gio's and Mrs. Erickson's studio is on the ground floor. The new owner has rebuked offers to sell to developers.

Mrs. Erickson shakes her head. "Can you imagine someone tearing this down?"

"That's unthinkable." I look up at it, three stories of rough-hewn brick at the south end of Main Street. Retail on the ground floor, offices and apartments above. I used to daydream about living there with a view of the lake out my window.

Someone from inside Mrs. Erickson's studio calls her name. She swats my shoulder playfully. "I'll be seeing a lot of you, I suppose."

I smile, admiring her ass as she goes inside. I pause for a moment then go inside Gio's.

Gio greets me with a big smile, and a handshake. He's in his forties and has the muscles of someone who's been bodybuilding since he was thirteen. He's the third Gio to run the pizzeria bearing his name. Everyone in town knows Gio.

"There's my guy!" he says.

I spend the next five hours zipping around town doing deliveries and making a ton of tips. I love it! I'm getting paid to drive around listening to my history podcasts? How is this work?

I'm in and out of the restaurant at least a dozen times, picking up deliveries. Everyone's nice. A casual friend actually waits tables there. Jackson and I ran track together in high school and happen to share a birthday.

Business drops off after ten. Gio heats up a few slices of pepperoni for me. Jackson's at the next table eating his own slices and scrolling through his phone.

"How'd you like your first night?" Gio asks.

Incredible tips and now free slices to wrap up the night? "Fantastic! Thanks again for hiring me."

Gio grins. "Miranda called and said she had the perfect guy to help out for the summer rush. Don't hire anyone else, she said. What else could I do? You can't say no to Miranda Loewenstein, can you?"

Nope.

Jackson starts in surprise, a smirk on his lips.

"Well, I'm grateful," I say.

Gio waves me off. "Say, you know what? She recommended Jackson also. Ain't that something?"

Jackson and I make eye contact. His smirk turns into a knowing smile.

Yeah, that is something.

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Miranda and I lay in bed recovering from a vigorous round of fucking.

"Holy shit," she says. "You were something tonight. I'm gonna be walking funny tomorrow."

"Good."

She settles into my arms. "It's nice having you back."

I hold her tighter. "It's good to be back."

"I'm glad you like working at Gio's, too."

"What's not to like?" I pause, smiling. "I even have a friend who works there. This guy Jackson."

"Is that so?"

I smile. "Funny thing. Gio mentioned you also got him his job."

Miranda runs her fingers down my arm. "Why, yes, I suppose I did."

"How do you know Jackson?" I ask.

She giggles. "I think you know exactly how. I figured it would've taken you two at least a week to realize you're both--"

"-- stallions in your stable?"

"How does that make you feel?" she asks.

"A little odd at first. I didn't think I'd actually know any of your other lovers. The more I thought about it, though, the more I liked it."

Miranda nods. "That's good."

"You should send all your young stallions to work at Gio's," I say. "Then stop by for dinner when we're all on. Watch as we out-do each other trying to serve you."

"I like the sound of that. Lavishing all that attention on me. Alas, right now two of my stallions are away for the summer. It would be just you and Jackson competing."

There's a sudden swelling between my legs. "Competing, you say?"

Miranda's eyes brighten. "Each of you striving to prove who adores me more. Oh, the ways you and Jackson could serve me together."

"What does that mean?"

She sits up. "You know what it means. What do you think of it?"

Two men, one woman. I've jerked off to that scenario more times than I can count. "Could be interesting."

She raises an eyebrow, smirking.

"Okay, okay. I've fantasized a lot about that one. Even more since that chapter in Gertrude."

Miranda nods. "Let's be upfront. I'm more than up for a little fun with two of my stallions at the same time. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. And I happen to know Jackson's into the idea. I could put it together if that's something you'd like."

My pulse quickens. Are we really having this conversation? I've always had that fantasy, but until now that's all it's been. A fantasy. There's no way I could pass this up, though. "Yes, I would."

"That doesn't sound convincing."

"I'm all in," I say. "But also nervous. I think the more we talk about it the less anxious I'll be. One thing, though."

"Go ahead," Miranda says.

"Don't tell me when you plan it to happen. Less time to freak out beforehand. I also like the idea of being kept a little in the dark."

She smiles. "Don't worry about it. Mrs. Loewenstein will take care of everything."

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How have I survived this for three weeks? Miranda is unrelenting and uncompromising. Every time I leave her place after one of our sessions I'm in agony. Walking weird and weak in the knees.

I can keep this up much longer. She doesn't understand the concept of mercy. The woman is a sadist, pushing me beyond what I thought were my physical and psychological limits.

Three morning yoga sessions a week, forty-five minutes each!

Rejecting mediocrity hurts.

"Yoga does so much for runners," she reminds me afterwards. "It loosens tight spots and strengthens weaker areas. It makes you less injury prone."

"It better!"

She smiles. "You'll see."

I've done everything she tells me, every stretch and pose. It has had an impact. I feel more flexible than ever. Stronger, too. Whether that translates into speed remains to be seen.

"What are you up to tomorrow?" Miranda asks.

"Working the lunch shift."

"Feel like coming over for dinner?" she asks.

"Always."

She kisses me. "Now bugger off. I've got a lot of work to do."

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"I love your dress," I say.

Miranda poses, a playful glint in her eyes. They're more gray than blue tonight. She's in a perfectly-fitting sleeveless yellow summer dress with a plunging neckline. "I thought you might."

She's standing at her kitchen counter arranging food on a wood platter made from a cross section of a tree.

We kiss. Miranda gestures towards the pitcher on the kitchen table. "I made sangria. Be a sweetie and pour us some."

She turns back to her platter. I look at the pitcher and my stomach tightens. There's three glasses next to it. Before I can say anything, the bathroom door down the hall opens and Jackson emerges.

Shit's going down tonight, huh? Oh, boy.

"Hey," Jackson says.

"Hey."

We fist bump, avoiding eye contact. The last few weeks, we've been friendly but never directly mentioned our shared connection with Miranda. No avoiding that now.

Miranda turns toward us, holding the platter. "Jackson had plans at the last minute that got canceled. I told him he should come on over. Don't forget the sangria, sweetie."

Jackson and I glance at each other. The color has drained out of his face. Nervous, huh? Glad I'm not the only one.

Miranda carries the tray into the living room and places it on the coffee table.

I pour the sangria even though my hands are shaking. I hand Jackson his glass. I take the other two glasses into the living room.

Miranda sits in the exact middle of the couch and crosses her legs. She pats the cushions on either side of her. "Sit, boys."

Jackson and I glance at each other again. He shrugs, and sits on one side of Miranda. I sit on the other and hand Miranda her glass.

"I spent too much money at Ochiobella's," she says. "Since I was having two guests, I wanted to serve up something special."

I bet.

The tray is meticulously arranged. There's grapes and strawberries and dried apricots along with sliced pieces of cheese and a whole bunch of Italian meats I don't know the names of.

Miranda leans over and picks up a strawberry. She glances at Jackson then at me. Our eyes are fixed upon her as she takes a long, slow bite.

She closes her eyes, chewing slowly. Letting out a barely audible moan before washing down her bite with a sip of sangria. "That's divine."

Breathe normally. Calm down.

Miranda takes another bite of the strawberry. Another moan, this one louder than the first. She finishes her performance with a sensual smile and another sip of sangria. "So you two ran track together?"

"Yup," I say.

"Spring track," Jackson says.

"I ran cross country," Miranda says. "It helped with my endurance for basketball."

Jackson smirks. "You? Basketball?"

"Hard to picture," I add.

Miranda feigns shock, smacking my knee playfully. "Such funny guys. I may not be the tallest, but I'll have you know I kicked ass at point guard."

"You know what?" I say. "I don't doubt it."

She peppers Jackson and me with questions about our high school track days. She gets us talking less awkwardly. We're soon sampling the delicacies on the platter and drinking sangria.

Miranda finishes her glass, and puts it down on the table. "I'll top us all off."

She strides out of the room, ass swaying seductively. Exaggerated for our amusement, I'm certain. Jackson and I stare at it, then glance at each other.

"Damn," Jackson says.

"Yup."

Miranda returns with the pitcher. She bends over low as she tops our glasses off. Making sure we both get a long look at her decolletage.

"I need to use the restroom. I won't be long." Miranda leaves the pitcher on the table, sauntering out of the room. Jackson and I stare at her ass again.

"Wow," Justin says.

I take a deep breath and look at him. "Are you as nervous as I am?"

"A little." Jackson takes a sip of sangria. "It's only awkward at first. You gotta push through that stage. Then it's fun."

"You've done this before?"

"I was hanging out with my friend and his girlfriend. We had a few drinks and she whispered something to him. Next thing you know I'm invited to a threesome. The suddenness didn't give me time to think, though."

"That's awesome," I say.

"Once things got going it was incredible. Take it from me, everything's gonna be fine."

I nod, sipping sangria. I eat another strawberry. Jackson and I talk about work. I look in the direction of the bathroom. "I wonder what's taking Miranda so long."

As if on cue, there's a sound of high heels in the hall. Our heads turned towards it.

Holy fuck!

I can't speak. Neither can Jackson. We just stare dumbfounded. What would either of us say if we could?

Miranda's dress is gone and her fiery red hair is pulled into a high ponytail. She's in a black vinyl corset and matching stiletto-heeled thigh-high boots. Accompanied by black wristbands and the black choker around her neck with the word MILF spelled out in silver studs. Her tits spill out over the corset and her pussy is in full view. It's also shaved smooth.

She's really gone all out. Reject Mediocrity!

She thrusts her hip out and places a hand on it. She pushes her glasses down to the tip of her nose. "Well, boys. How do I look?"

My cock swells inside my shorts. I can hardly breathe looking at her. "Wow."

"Holy shit," Jackson says.

A proud grin forms on her face. Good. She should be proud. She's got two guys half her age under her spell, eager to do whatever she wants. Snap her fingers and we'll take turns licking her pussy for hours on end.

"What do you say we make it an evening to remember?" Miranda asks.

Jackson and I nod.

She gives us a proud smirk. "Stand."

We stand.

"Come here," she says.

We approach her from opposite sides. She smiles, looking back and forth at each of us. "How to begin? You both know I love foreplay."

I step closer. "A kiss?"

"Lots of kisses," Jackson says.

Miranda smiles. "But whom to kiss first?"

I lean in, whispering in her ear. "Why don't we both kiss you?"

"I like the way you think."

I kiss the side of her neck. Jackson does the same on the other side.

"Oh, fuck," Miranda moans.

I shower her neck with kisses, taking hold of one of her tits. Squeezing it gently. Jackson does the same with her other tit. Teamwork!

Miranda turns her head, kissing me hungrily. Tongues waging war. I feel a surge of excitement. My initial trepidation lessens.

Jackson kisses the back of Miranda's neck while I tongue kiss her. It's odd having him here, but strangely compelling. Nothing like a little extra depravity to spice things up.

Miranda turns her head, kissing Jackson. I kiss the back of her neck. She inhales sharply, grabbing our crotches.

"Such good boys," she moans.

I give her nipple a twist and she sighs. She turns back to me and we share a frantic kiss as Jackson sucks her earlobe. Then it's back to Miranda kissing Jackson as I lick her neck.

Miranda sighs. "Fuck."

My mind races. I'm making-out with a woman at the same time as one of my old teammates. Not just any woman, either, but Miranda. Mrs. Loewenstein.

Jackson and I work well together, squeezing her tits and taking turns kissing her. Her neck, her mouth, her ears. All over Miranda yet deftly avoiding contact with one another. The most that happens is the occasional brushing of hands. That's plenty.

"Get out of your clothes," she moans. "Both of you, strip down."

Jackson and I strip quickly as she stands between us, arms akimbo. An impatient frown on her face. Feigned, I'm sure.

I'm down to my boxers when I pause. Another guy is going to see me in an aroused state. Fuck. That and plenty more.

You can do this. You can do this.

I push my boxers down. Jackson and I are both naked.

Miranda smiles, stroking our cocks. "Look at these beautiful cocks. All mine for the evening. Whatever shall I do with them?"

"Anything you like," Jackson says.

"They're yours," I add.

"Side-by-side, it's amazing. They're identical. I doubt I could tell them apart if my eyes were closed." A playful smirk emerges on her lips. "You know, it gives me an idea."

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The early evening light in Miranda's bedroom is muted.

She stands between us as we kiss her. She turns her head back and forth, giving us each time with her lips or the back of her neck. Pressing against her as she strokes our cocks.

"You boys wait right here." Miranda opens the top drawer of her dresser and takes out a black silk blindfold. "Let's put my theory to the test."

Miranda hands me the blindfold and turns around. "If you would do the honor."

"Of course." I place the blindfold over her eyes. Her glasses make it difficult and Miranda removes them. She hands them to Jackson, who places them upon the nightstand as I secure the blindfold.

"Perfect," she says.

Crouching down, she makes a circling motion with her finger. "Go on. I'll tell you when to stop."

Jackson and I circle her, stroking our cocks. We do four laps.

"Freeze!" she says. "Not a sound. Come closer."

Miranda holds up her hands. Jackson and I guide them onto our cocks. She strokes them, a contented smirk on her face. "No clue whose is whose. I wonder if sucking them will help."

She takes Jackson into her mouth first, her lips moving up and down on his shaft with her hand firmly around the base. I can't look away. I've never seen a cock other than my own getting sucked before.

Miranda backs off, turning her head my way and sucking me nice and slow. Jerking Jackson at the same time.

Any earlier trepidation is gone. Replaced with lust for Miranda, for a woman so insatiable one cock isn't enough.

She backs off our dicks, shaking her head. "Still can't tell. Better keep trying."

Miranda goes back and forth on us, sucking and jerking. "I don't have a fucking clue whose cock is in my mouth and I love it."

She resumes sucking, starting with Jackson. I can't look away. I didn't expect that. I always thought, in a situation like this, you were eager for your next turn. But that's not how it is, not at all. The voyeur aspect is riveting.

Miranda throws herself into her task. Sucking, jerking, and licking both cocks.

"Still no idea whose cock I'm sucking," she says. "I can't get over how fucking hot that is!"

She gives us each several more sucks then jerks our glistening wet cocks. "I bet I could tell you apart if you were eating my pussy."

We help Miranda crawl into bed. She gets on her back and spreads her legs, raising them. Jackson and I stare dumbfounded.

What a sight! Those boots in the air and that shaved pussy. We tilt our heads and gaze at it like we're in front of a Van Gogh.

"Someone get started!" Miranda cries.

I gesture for Jackson to go first. He climbs in between her legs and starts with several long, slow licks. Similar technique to my own, huh? Or is it that Miranda trains her stallions well.

"God," she moans.

I stare as Jackson speeds up, licking her pussy.

"That's so good," she cries. "I love it"

Jackson gives her a few more licks, then backs off.

I take his place, sliding in. Inhaling Miranda's musty aroma and lapping up her flavors.

Miranda sighs. "Can't fool me. Jackson was first, now it's Neil."

I back off and glance at Jackson. We share a grin.

"Can't fool you," Jackson says.

"Never a doubt," Miranda says. "Neil, keep licking my pussy. Jackson, get up here and worship my tits."

"Yes, ma'am!" Jackson and I say together.

"That's the attitude, boys!"

I resume licking her pussy, Jackson sucking and squeezing her tits.

Miranda gasps. "That's it! Fuck!"

I fingerfuck her, licking her clit up and down.

"Fuck!" she cries.

Her moaning dissolves into an incoherent babble of wailing and gasping.

Jackson and I keep at it, Miranda moans louder. I add a second digit, fingerfucking her faster. Licking her clit like a man possessed while Jackson sucks her nipples.

"I'm gonna fucking come!" she howls. "FUCK!"

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as she comes, squealing and punching the mattress.

"That was amazing," she moans. "The things two mouths can accomplish!"

I slow my fingering and licking as she peels off her blindfold. She kisses Jackson hard. I plunge back in, licking her faster.

"Oh fuck," she moans. "That's it, Neil. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I speed up, eager to please her again. She squeals and moans, Jackson squeezing those big tits and kissing her neck.

"Let me suck your cock, Jackson," Miranda says. "While Neil eats my pussy."

Jackson gets on his knees. Miranda turns her face towards him and sucks his cock, jerking the base in time to her sucking.

It's overwhelming. Her taste, her aroma, the sight of Jackson's cock in her mouth. All of it beyond hot.

Miranda backs off Jackson's cock, jerking him off. "That's it! Don't stop! Make me come again, make me come again!"

I finger her faster, licking her clit furiously. Pushing past the ache in my jaw.

"Fuck!" she cries. "I'm gonna come again! I'm gonna come again!"

She inhales sharply, her big tits rising. Emitting a long, steady squeal. I fingerfuck and lick her throughout her orgasm, reveling in the pleasure I'm giving her. When it's over, I withdraw my fingers and lick her slow.

"I think you need another turn at this pussy, Jackson," I say.

"Fuck yeah, I do!" We switch places. It's a different perspective watching as he lowers his face into her shaved pussy and Miranda takes my cock into her mouth.

"That feels so good," I moan.

She sucks me steadily as I thrust into her mouth. We fall into an easy rhythm, her hand around the base of my cock controlling how much of it she wants to swallow.

Miranda backs off, jerking my cock and moaning. "Work that clit, Jackson! Work that clit!"

Her lips slide up and down my cock while Jackson goes to town eating her pussy. What a thing to witness.

Miranda gasps. "Fuck! That's it, that's it!"

Her voice trails off into a steady squeal. She writhes, jerking me off. Her fingers grip my shaft tight as she comes again.

"Fuck that was amazing," she moans. "Now fuck me, Jackson. Stand up right where you are and fuck me!"

She sucks my cock as Jackson stands. He spits into his hand and wets his cock. He gets into position, raising her legs and holding them by the back of her knees. Fucking her in a slow, steady motion.

"Goddamn," Miranda moans.

Miranda takes me back into her mouth. Her lips slide back and forth on my cock while Jackson fucks the other end of her. Two cocks in Miranda at the same time! And one of them is mine!

Jackson speeds up, fucking her with eager abandon. Before long, he's pounding her pussy hard, his hips slapping against her thighs as he fucks her.

"Fuck!" Miranda screams. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her chest rises, her mouth open as she lets out a long, steady squeal. Despite her ecstasy, she never stops jerking my cock. Finally exhaling and opening her eyes.

"Holy shit that was amazing," she says. "Now switch. Neil, fuck me the same way Jackson did."

Jackson and I switch places. I get into position, sliding my wet cock into her drenched pussy. I bury it all the way, clutching the top of her boots as her heels rest on my shoulders.

I fuck her slow, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her well-fucked pussy, which had Jackson's cock inside it thirty seconds ago.

Fucking mind-blowing!

"That's it," she moans. "Fuck me!"

I speed up, watching her blow Jackson. She's breathing heavily now, big tits heaving.

I speed up, spurred on by the sheer depravity of it all. My other times with Miranda have had elements of tenderness, sure. Maybe even skirted the edge of romantic. Not this, though. This is raw, animal fucking. Two young males pounding both ends of her.

"Fuck me harder!" Miranda cries.

I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can. Pounding her pussy until she comes again. When she's past the throes I slow my pace to a gentle thrusting.

"You two are fucking incredible," she says. "I've come so many times!"

"We aim to please," Jackson says.

"What else may we do for you?" I ask.

"I wanna get on my knees between you," she says.

Miranda gets on all fours. I wind up behind her, Justin in front.

I fuck her, enjoying the view. Her magnificent ass cheeks with my hands clamped upon them. The back of her head bobbing up and down on Jackson's cock, too. Such an insatiable MILF goddess!

I direct all my pent-up lust into her. Embracing the moment.

She lifts her head off Jackson's cock. "Fuck me hard!"

I pound her without restraint, penetrating her deep. Watching the back of her head as she sucks Jackson's cock. His eyes are closed and his mouth half open. He's as close to coming as I am, isn't he? What a surreal thing to know about another dude.

Way to go, Miranda! Bringing two guys half her age to orgasm at once. She's that spectacular!

I'm close. So close. I'll be there any moment.

Jackson lets out a long grunt and Miranda holds her mouth on his cock. He's coming, isn't he? Yeah, coming in her mouth. While I'm about to come in her pussy!

Fuck, yeah!

My orgasm arrives, its ferocity catching me off guard. My cock pulses rapidly inside Miranda, throb after throb. Each bringing with it new joy and relief. Lust replaced by quiet satisfaction.

I pull out, the reality of what just happened setting in. I've been part of a threesome! I've done group sex! I'm that dude now.

I like it.

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We lay on our backs, Miranda between me and Jackson.

"Sometimes doing two guys at once doesn't live up to the hype," she says. "Not this time, though. I've trained you boys so well I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

How many times has she enjoyed this scenario? The thought excites me.

"I'm going to get out of this get-up and into something more comfortable." She slides out of bed and turns our way. "Take a little while to recover, boys. Then let's see what other antics we could get up tonight."

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End Notes:

- I hope you enjoyed the third installment of MILFtown, New Jersey! The two 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.

- I have spent a few summers delivering pizza and didn't consider it hard work. Like Neil, I enjoyed driving around listening to podcasts and earning good tips. Happy memories.

- 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.