Good Neighbors Ch. 04

Marty was holding his own. He carefully, gently brought his hand to the back of my head and tugged my straining jaws to him. I took a last quick deep breath before his fat cockhead lodged itself in my throat. I twisted my head from side to side to get the feel of a cock in my throat again. It had been years since I had tried to deepthroat anyone.

Still, Marty stood his ground. Make no mistake about it, he was positively loving the tune I was playing on his piccolo, but he had steeled himself and was determined to resist my every effort coax his big prize out prematurely.

I drew almost his entire length into my mouth. I took tormenting licks at that sensitive little fold of flesh on the underside of his big, fully-loaded weapon with my tongue like it was a sweet lollipop. I begged him to face-fuck me. Through all my valiant efforts, Marty remained completely, fully aroused -- but still, I could not bring him to cum. Marty was displaying an impressive amount of staying power.

I was growing desperate and running out of tricks with which to coax all the sweet, sweet cream out of him. Don't get me wrong, I love the feel of cock sliding across my tongue, my jaws straining to open wide enough and my lips stretching tautly around a thick, eager cock. My immediate concern though was coaxing the mighty load of goodies out of Marty as soon as I possibly could. I knew he truly wanted to give me his goodies but he was holding back now. I needed to draw it out of him because I was entertaining not one, but two (and possibly three, if I was feeling charitable later) young cocks. By now, I was certain Preston had recharged and was ready for another turn at bat. If I didn't do something soon this could easily turn into one very messy gangbang and the thought of me at the center of a gangbang when I was this aroused and starving for cock just seemed like a waste of lovely young cock.

Unexpectedly, Marty made a clumsy attempt to grab my tits. Because I had several inches of him down my throat, his attempt failed miserably. His interest in my boobs gave me an idea, though. I slowly extracted his manhood from my mouth, leaned forward and straightened. His pole was standing straight up beneath my chin. It glistened with spit.

"Let's see how you like these apples, young man!" I purred, looking up into that intense gaze of lust on his face.

I quickly scooped up my boobs, wrapped them around his cock and slowly began to rise and fall with his cock trapped tightly in the valley between my breasts. It was a most awkward position for me but you would never have known it by the delirious look that came over Marty's face. His cock was hot and hard against my chest. He stared at my tits. He smiled at the sight of his cockhead bobbing in and out of the fulsome valley between my gathered tits -- and then he began to blow like a geyser.

Blast after blast struck my neck and under my chin. I felt it splashing out on either side of my chin. Then it began to run down my chest. I didn't dare look down or I would certainly have taken some of it directly up my nose. Each blast from his cock struck my chin and neck with so much force that I began to think he might have caused me internal damage if I had allowed him to cum in my mouth or pussy with this much force. I waited another minute after the seething of his cock began to subside before I released his slowly withering staff. He let out a soft whimper when I finally released the pressure on my boobs where they held his cock trapped. I let it slither carelessly down my slick, cum-soaked sternum. Goodness, but there was a lot of cum on me now!

"You both certainly know how to show a lady just how much you appreciate her!" I told Marty and Preston. I was busy mopping up Marty's copious amounts of appreciation as I said this.

"I could show you a lot of appreciation too!" Benjamin chimed in feebly. I think he already knew he was on shaky ground with me. He wasn't pushing his luck very hard.

I drew a long breath, leaned around Marty's hips to fix Benjamin with a stern glare, "I will decide if and when you get to show me your appreciation, Benjamin," I snapped.

I prodded Marty to get his pants up and then I stood to face the three of them. Somehow, I had lost control and direction of our evening and I needed to take it back. Aside from my high heels, I was showing these young men everything God had given me. Apparently, what God had given me was pretty interesting because all three were staring at me now like I was a fresh-baked cherry pie. They were all ready for dessert. Even Marty, who I had just milked dry as toast was showing a lot of interest in having me for dessert.

"I think you gentlemen need a lesson or two in how to makeout. You do want to know how to makeout, don't you?" I announced rather abruptly.

I had managed to catch all three of them off-guard with this announcement. After what each of them had done to me for the past hour or so, I am sure making out seemed like an awfully lame subject to them. I intended to teach them otherwise.

I hoped Preston would have the presence of mind to pick my dress, the corsages and my panties up later. His parents might be shocked if they returned to find a woman's dress and panties in their living room. I wasn't even prepared to think about the mess we'd all made of the armchair they had used to defile me.

"It's time for your first makeout lessons," I announced abruptly. Immediately I marched to the front door. "Come with me!" I snapped.

Marty and Preston jumped up and trooped after me like happy little puppy dogs. Benjamin rose and followed along a bit more reluctantly. I opened the front door for myself and casually sauntered down the steps and to the rear door of Marty's car. I stood waiting a moment for my young students to catch up. It suddenly dawned on me as I waited that I was nude, except for my high heels, that it was midnight in a nice middle-class neighborhood and I was with three of the nicest -- and horniest - young men I'd met in forever. They were simply bursting out of their nice-fitting slacks. I was positive they all had a burning need to fuck me until I couldn't walk straight. I smiled and decided I was a lucky gal. I wondered if I would be able to walk at all in the morning.

Standing nude out in public like this might seem shocking. I should have been shocked, but I wasn't. I was aroused and positively dripping with sexual excitement. I was pretty sure the boys, as they clustered around me, could sense and probably even smell it too. Clothing was unnecessary now. It would only interfere with what I really needed.

"First," I began when the three of them were clustered around me with those big, prominent bulges in their pants all pointing my way, "Benjamin is going to drive us. Second, it strikes me that none of you have much experience at making out. Am I right about that?"

They all stared at me in silence. I stared back. Shoulders slumped and one by one they looked away. It was in that moment I knew I was right.

"We are going to fix that tonight. Every young man ought to know how to 'put the moves' on his date and do it in ways that are well-mannered and -- well, appreciated," I told them, "And I will begin with Preston. Benjamin, you will be driving us -- and you will drive carefully, young man! You will keep your eyes on the road at all times. Marty, you can ride in front with Benjamin until it's time for your lesson."

If Preston was nervous about sitting next to a nude woman his mother's age in the backseat of a car at midnight, he didn't show it. He slipped his arm around me, pulled me close to his side, paused and asked, "I'm not being too forward, am I?"

His mother had raised him right.

I answered his question by quietly drawing the long slender fingers of his hand to my breast and saying, "You're doing just fine, Preston. Now, can you do two things at once? Like kissing me while you pinch my nipple and make it hard?"

It turns out he could. My nipple was already stiffening under his fingertips. He kissed me softly, tentatively on the lips, then began a deep and soulful search for my tonsils. I did my best to return the favor. The next time I opened my eyes we were downtown at a stoplight. I decided I had enjoyed our kiss for much too long. I also decided it wasn't fair that I was nude and he wasn't. To address both problems at once, I hastily lowered Preston's fly, extracted his hard, hard tool and climbed directly onto his waiting pole. Preston's pants interfered a little as I half-wriggled and half-fell on his upright staff but as aroused and ready as we both were, slacks and an open zipper curling around his lovely erection only slowed us down a little.

Perhaps it's the anticipation as a strange new cock enters me for that first time. Perhaps it's the fact that I have gone almost ten years without any regard for my own deep-rooted and fierce sexual needs. In any case, I started cumming like a- a- . . . loose woman even before half of his lovely cock was inside me. Preston started cumming before I had managed to rise and fall five times in his lap. I fell against him in his lap and let him shoot off like a geyser inside me until he was finished. I was more than a little disappointed at such a hasty display of his fireworks.

Preston turned out to be far more persistent and motivated than I expected, though. I sat nestled in his lap for a matter of no more than thirty seconds and then, suddenly he began to grow hard inside me once more.

"Help me get my pants off!" he squealed in my ear.

I may have torn the button off the waistband of his slacks. We made quite a team though, tossing his slacks as well as a sock and a shoe on the floor in record time.

"Oh, you magnificent young stallion, you!" I bellowed out in his ear.

I was on my knees between his legs by now, my back pressed close against the seatback behind me with a lovely bird's eye view of his young boner. Even in the dim light from passing neighborhood street lights I could make out the glowing, still slick hardness of his cock. I dove across his thigh, twisting my torso as I went. With one final arch of my back and a thrust of the hips I was positioned on the seat beside him, head pressed against the armrest and my pussy, still oozing with my own lust and the seed from his first orgasm resting in his lap.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked. I raised both my legs, dug one heel into the seatback at Benjamin's ear and hooked the other ankle about his neck. Even in the dim and shifting lights, I'm sure he could see my pussy glistening, beckoning to him.

"Oh, fuck!" he whined.

Those were the last intelligible words out of his mouth for the next few minutes. He twisted sharply and scrambled up on his knees between my open legs. He wasted no time wedging his newly revived hard on into my sloppy little opening. Preston thrust himself hard and deep inside me, paused a moment -- I suppose to savor the momentous thrill of driving his cock deep inside his first pussy. I know I was definitely thrilled by this little twist in the plot.

Preston quickly established a steady rhythm as he began to drive me to distraction. With each sharp inward thrust he would growl out slowly like some crazed watchdog protecting his territory. All that he varied during this relentless assault seemed to be the depth to which he plunged his cock in me. Pretty soon I joined him in his noisy little show of lust. I quickly found myself making this odd but earthy whine each time he withdrew his pistol. We carried on like this for a minute or two before it suddenly dawned on me that together we sounded like an old-fashioned hand water pump being worked for all it was worth. I was sure gushing by now.

If Preston continued like this for long, I wasn't going to be worth a darn for the rest of the night even if I was in another one of my super-sexed states. After all, a MILF does have her limits. I needed to do something soon or I would be just another run-of-the-mill, cum-soaked and weary MILF pussy in the backseat of a horny teenager's car. I had much more I wanted to accomplish tonight.

"Don't you have another nice big load of goodies for Mrs. Haffenshaft, Preston?" I asked, teasingly. "I do so want you to cum inside me, young man!" I coaxed and then added, "Deep inside."

Preston was clearly growing more excited by my taunts. His thrusts grew more forceful. I could see the intense, driving lust in his eyes as he settled into a series of long, punishing strokes that almost made me lose my train of thought once more. I fought the urge to melt into one long, seething, screaming orgasm too soon and asked my young stud a simple question, "Is Mrs. Haffenshaft's pussy too tight for your cock, Preston?"

Apparently, it was. Preston buried himself completely inside me, froze and groaned out as he released another big, rich load of his manliness. It began to geyser up out of my straining hole almost immediately. It felt warm and ever so delicious trickling down over my rectum.

Preston collapsed in gradual stages on top of me like one of those inflatable lawn characters when it's unplugged. His cock gradually withered inside of me and slipped out. The last of his goodies trickled out of me and onto the backseat. Goodness, but we were making a disgusting mess of Marty's backseat!

"Marty," I called out when I could breathe again, "Are you ready to take Preston's place?"

Suddenly, we came to a stop and the front door opened. A few short seconds later the door behind Preston swung open.

"My turn!" Marty squealed out eagerly.

I caught a glimpse of the scenery over Preston's shoulders through the open door and quickly determined we were in the city park across from the Little League diamond. Preston began to recover. He lifted himself off me, drew a ragged breath, flashed a grateful smile my way and slithered his way backward out of the car. Suddenly I became conscious of the car motor puttering away and I could feel the car idling and shuddering up through the worn seat cushions for the first time in a long time.

"It's my turn for a lesson!" I heard Marty call out. He sounded like a five-year-old eager for a pony ride. I was so hot right now that it didn't bother me at all to be his pony. Preston had performed like a champ, but I needed more -- much more.

Marty replaced Preston in the car's doorway and I saw him preparing to dive in on top of me fully clothed. Much as I had loved the challenge of stripping Preston of his clothes in such cramped quarters, it had taken far too long. I needed Marty now and without all of that struggling and squirming.

"Get in this car and get out of those pants first, mister!" I commanded.

My command turned the look of glee on his dimly lit face to frustration but he slammed the door and instantly started tugging at belts and shoelaces and tossing clothing in on the backseat floor.

I turned to Benjamin while I waited for Marty and said, "Why don't you drive us over to the oilfield."

"Oilfield? -- How do you know about the oilfield?" he asked. I guess he was surprised that his mother's best friend would know about the oilfield and what went on there.

"We mothers hear things from time to time. Have you ever been to the oilfield, Benjamin?" I teased.

"W-w-well . . . No but I've heard stories," he sputtered.

"Why don't you drive us out there so we can make sure the stories are true," I answered.

The oilfield was a field just outside town containing two or three old abandoned oil wells. From the stories I'd heard from a younger friend at church, there wasn't much to see. The old oil wells were located in a small valley just off the road and separated from the road by a hill. It was secluded with a lane that led around the hill. All the kids parked on the hillside back up in the trees. It was the most popular local makeout spot in the area and if your car was seen there you were considered a rather 'cool' person.

The oilfield turned out to be just as unspectacular as my church friend had said. Benjamin backed Marty's car into a small clearing among the trees overlooking the three broken-down oil pumps, turned off the lights and motor and turned to me.

"We're here. What now?" he asked bluntly.

I could tell Benjamin was upset with me but I did not care. I was still mad with him for taking advantage of me earlier. I was getting over it slowly, but until I could forgive him a bit more, he would have to settle for watching his friends have all the fun.

I forgot all about him a second later when I glanced to my side and discovered Marty sitting nude beside me. He was completely nude now and sporting a glorious fresh erection. I like erections. This one was staring back at me like a one-eyed bobcat. Marty started to make a lunge for me, thought better of it and instead, hastily scooted up against my upturned bottom. He looked down into the shadows at my pussy.

I really wanted to be a good teacher and encourage him in every way possible. I figured it was important to be both as engaging as possible as I presented new material and as clear with my expectations as I could, so I placed one foot on the driver's seat headrest by Benjamin and perched my other foot on the headrest behind Marty's head. I hoped this and the fact that I was now curling and rolling my hips as a sort of open invitation to him would give him a good idea of what I expected. I'm sure I was leaving a wet streak of cum and my own sex juices all over his thigh.

"Like anything you see?" I asked.

He nodded and placed his index finger squarely on my clit. Apparently, he had learned a bit of anatomy during our cunnilingus lesson. I sighed and giggled softly as he rolled his fingertip slowly over my joy-buzzer.

Before I gave myself over to all this warm attention, I tossed him one last instruction. "I am well past making out, Marty. Feel free to make this lesson a time for 'independent study.' I'm sure you are curious about some things."

Boy, was he curious! He added a couple of fingers inside my pussy to go with the one on my clit. He was completely absorbed in making one of my nipples hard as rock candy when I snaked my hand through the crowded tangle of body parts, grasped his hard young cock and asked, "Wouldn't you like to find out how this works?" I gave it a nice friendly squeeze to make my point.

"Yeah!" he said excitedly and abruptly let go of all my goodies. The next thing I knew he was on top of me, his cock skittering across my belly, with our faces now inches apart. "You have a cool pussy and your tits are ginormous, Mrs. Haffenshaft!" he gasped.

Not quite the charming words of praise I expected, but he meant it as a compliment and he was being sincere.

"Kiss me while you put that big thing in me, stud!" I told him. I guided his hot pole to my sloppy little trench while he slipped his tongue down my throat. I just adore being filled from both ends like this.

Marty was driving me toward my third -- or maybe it was my fourth - full-on orgasm before our lips finally parted. We both came up gasping for air but neither of us hesitated in the struggling thrust and parry of his lovely, hot sword. I screeched once as he drove unexpectedly hard into me and triggered another wave of pleasure. He had been too excited to remove his shirt, tie or jacket before climbing into the back with me. Preston's jacket was scraping over my tits as he continued his full-powered stroking. My nipples were bouncing and shuddering, making them painfully erect and ever so tender.

Like Preston before him, Marty was showing no sign that he was ready to explode inside me anytime soon. I somehow had developed a timetable in my head concerning how and when these things ought to happen. Enjoying twenty or twenty-five more minutes with Marty sending shivers up my spine and making my toes curl would have done wonders for me but that wouldn't allow time to share the full benefit of my experience with my other student as well. I had to do something.