Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

With a quick toss of his head, he finished off his second cognac. His senses were swimming from the mixture of lust and alcohol. Joan broke the kiss with John, turned, and Mike felt her mouth fasten on his. As she sucked hard, she drove her tongue deep into his mouth.

"I love being loved," Joan said as she broke the kiss. "And John loves to have me loved, and to love me while I'm being loved. You don't need to understand that, now. Later you will. All you need to do right now is want me.”

Mike's battered brain managed to assemble the thought that she had the evidence of that right in the palm of her hand, but he couldn't manage to get the words out.

"Come on," Joan said softly, standing up, and pulling him toward the bedroom by his prick. Mike went along like a robot. His insides were a whirling hurricane of lust and confusion.

In the bedroom, still clinging to his aching dick. Joan Jay down on the bed with him and pressed her warm, desirable body against his. She guided his hand to her thickly furred snatch. He felt all twisted up inside. Then she managed to obliterate everything from his mind but his aching horniness, and the searing flame in his groin. She fingered his prick and let him slide his finger up into her sticky depths.

Mike barely even noticed when the bed shifted as John joined them. He was nursing on one of Joan's tits. She turned her head for her husband's kiss. Mike kept pumping his finger in her pussy.

When she pushed Mike over onto his back, he yielded easily. He felt a twinge of surprise when he saw John was watching avidly. Then Joan straddled Mike, aimed his cock up into her cunny, and screwed herself down on it, and nothing else mattered but the feel of her hot pussy around his pecker.

John suddenly stood up on the bed and straddled Mike. Joan kept rising and falling on Mike's cock, kept making it blaze like a forest fire. She reached for her husband's jutting, slim pecker. Curling her fingers around it, she leaned forward and closed her lips around the thrusting phallus.

From below, Mike had a view of John's ass, his dusky, hairy scrotum, and his cock vanishing into Joan's sucking mouth. It was an incredible sight and his balls shot out a steaming flow of sperm. The pool in his guts got bigger and bigger as his cock was stroked by Joan's cunt. Reaching up, Mike clamped his hands on her tits, hard. He had to clutch something, anything, that would confirm that what he was feeling was real.

Joan sucked cock, Mike noted dispassionately, in a way he had never seen, or felt. Instead of the usual gross fucking back and forth motion of the head, she let her tongue and lips and fingers do all the work. The sight of her mouth embracing John's cock made Mike's own groin seethe with lust. She fingered the tender underside of the other man's pecker as she rose and fell slowly and gracefully on Mike's cock. He could see the way her tongue was swirling around the head of John's dick, and wasn't sure who was getting the better deal out of the arrangement.

Sliding his hands down from her tormented tits, Mike parted her pussy and found her berry clit with his thumbs. He saw a tremor wrack her torso as she gulped and slurped on the pecker in her mouth. John was clutching her head now, and was guiding her back and forth so his prick slid in and out of her working lips. A dribble of spit and something, oozed down Joan's chin, broke loose and spattered wetly on Mike's chest.

His own hips were bouncing now, jamming his cock into her cunt hard, with quick sharp jabs that made her tits quiver. Joan reached around behind John and dug her fingers into his ass crack. She probed a finger into his asshole as he fucked her face, and she fucked herself on Mike.

Mike felt like he was being shredded by the multitude of sensations. There was the rich scent of male and female sex, there was the sight and sound of her sucking cock, and the feel of his own prick being brought to the flash point by her pumping pussy.

John began to cum. Christ! Mike felt like he was ripping in two. He watched the cock pumping and spurting into Joan's mouth. Deliberately, Joan backed off and showily caught two of the heavy wads on her tongue, then re-engulfed the still spurting shaft with her full, wet, cum-smeared lips. John was staring down hungrily, watching his wife devouring and draining his hosing wang. Below that he could see Mike ramming his cock up into Joan's pussy.

It was all too fucking much for Mike to take. He dug his fingers hard into Joan's steaming pussy, and his prick exploded. He shuddered and jerked, heaved upwards, suspending his ass and the other man's woman in mid air. The head of his phallus tried to bore right up through her. While his nuts emptied a full, thick gooey load into her convulsing twat, Joan was cumming, too. Still swallowing the spit and semen being dumped into her mouth, she shuddered with orgasmic convulsions.

The climax finally broke when John's dick slipped from Joan's mouth and spattered a few stinging drops of semen and spit onto Mike. Joan slumped forward, cuddled down on top of Mike. His shriveling dick was still in her dripping cunt. She kissed him with cum-smeared lips. Instead of revulsion he felt kinky lust stir in his guts as he tasted John's jizm.

For a while they all lay together on the bed in a warm, loving tangle.

Mike felt his cock rising and swelling again, driving slowly and hesitantly into the warm, clutching depths of Joan's pussy. She leaned back and gazed at him with glittering, knowing eyes. When she shifted her pelvis in a gentle fucking motion, John roused and glanced at the two of them.

"Horny bastard, ain't he?" he noted.

"I'd like to think it was due entirely to my irresistible sexuality," Joan noted. "But I happen to know he's got something going with his seventeen-year-old daughter.”

Mike felt his cock start to shrivel. "Now wait a damn minute," he said, intending to deny it.

"Shush," Joan cautioned, putting a finger to his lips. "It doesn't matter. In fact, I think it's good. For you and for her." Then she did something with the muscles of her pussy that brought his pecker back to life abruptly. "Bet she can't do that!”

"I wouldn't bet on it," Mike snorted. "No, actually, that's not true. Micaela probably can't, yet.”

"Then Patty can," Joan chuckled, and he felt the chuckle with his prick. "The one you-uh-opened up new channels of communication with. Which one is she, the middle one?”

"Youngest," Mike corrected. "I was thinking more of Gabby, actually.”

"All three of them? Jeez, you are a lucky sonovabitch," John snorted.

"John, just what is that I feel digging at my bottom?" Joan asked conversationally.

"What the hell do you think it is," he asked. "A gopher?”

"More likely a roto-rooter," Joan answered. "Aahh, Jesus, there it goes in.”

Mike shuddered. His cock throbbed and his insides suddenly flared hotter than the core of the sun. Because he felt it, too, against the base of his cock, a sudden pressure that hadn't been there before. His phallus responded with a fresh surge of power. He held rigidly still, afraid to move.

"Gently," Joan whispered, "do it slow and gentle. You forgot to use any grease.”

"I could get some," John noted.

"No, don't leave," Joan moaned. "Oh, My God! That Is So Good," she whispered. Mike could hear the capital letters in her voice.

He gritted his teeth. He could feel John's cock sliding into Joan's rectum. It was a funny, squirming sensation. As John's cock compressed the thin barrier separating Joan's two holes, a pressure slowly slid up toward the head of Mike's pecker. His groin was an overloaded boiler of super-heated steam from the stimulation.

"More," Joan croaked. "All The Way.”

Mike felt as if his cock was being slowly squeezed in a hot, moist vice. Her vagina was being pinched shut around his aching hard-on, which made his cock get even harder.