Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

"Oh, Go," Joan moaned, curling her upper leg around Mike, thrusting her butt out for deeper penetration by John. Mike leaned back so he could get his dick hi further. His legs tangled with John's as the other man wriggled, corn-holed deeper into his woman.

"Oh, John, you filthy, lovely, buggering son of a bitch," Joan growled homily.

"You never call me things like that," Mike complained in a sudden giddy attempt at humor.

Joan convulsed in a near hysterical burst of laughter. The vibrations drummed through her overloaded channels. John chuckled, and Mike felt John's cock leap and jump in its greasy socket.

"Don't cum yet," Joan wailed. "Ahhh, no, please, don't cum yet," she pleaded. "This is so good I cannot believe it. I cannot believe it!”

Mike held still and his dick throbbed with pleasure. John was fondling Joan's breasts, reaching around her, twisting and bruising the lush mounds. Mike leaned back to watch. Then he reached down and explored her dripping slit with his fingers. She shuddered and gasped as he found her clit and diddled it with slick fingers.

"For a beginner, you sure learn fast," Joan wheezed.

"Good teacher," Mike informed her.

"Oh, fuck me," she sighed. "Just a little bit. Just a very, very little bit.”

Mike was agreeable to the suggestion. Very gently, he eased his cock out of her tight tunnel. It felt almost as tight as Patty's ass had felt. It was a lot wetter and slipperier than an ass. He slid his dick back into the tight tube, and held still as his balls throbbed on the verge of unloading.

Then John moved, eased his dork out of Joan's ass, then slid it back in. Mike almost erupted. It felt fantastic, the shifting squeezing pressure as John's pecker eased out and back into Joan's butt.

"Awww, you devils," Joan moaned.

"Don't move, or I'll cum," Mike warned.

"Me, too," John gasped.

Joan laughed tensely. "We wouldn't want that, now, would we? No, not yet, not just yet. You want to know a secret, Mike?”

"What?”

"I love you," she whispered. "But that wasn't what I started to say. What I started to say was that I lost my virginity to my father.”

"Really?" Mike was grateful for the crazy diversion, since it would let the pool of cum in his gut calm down a bit.

"Mum had to go home, her father was dying,*' Joan gasped. "It took months. I saw what an effect I could have on Daddy, so one night I-slid into bed with him. Aaahhh, it was so good! He loved me, and he was experienced, and he was sweet and kind and gentle when he took my cherry. It was like stars exploding and falling from the sky. I don't think I would be so turned-on to sex if it had happened any other way. I was fifteen.”

Mike absorbed this silently, and felt his own guilt at what he had done with his daughters fade a little.

"It lasted a month," Joan moaned. "And the only regret I ever had was that it had to end when it did. Mom came home, and the bedroom door was forever closed to me after that.”

Mike moved to ease a cramp in his leg, and his dick stirred in her pinched pussy. His lust rose again, his cock swelled a little, and Joan sucked in a hot breath. "But, I've made up for it," she whispered. "I've been making up for it ever since.”

"No regrets?" John asked.

"None. I sure do envy Mike's daughters, though.”

"My sister and I had to share a room and a bed,” John mused. "It was a shack in the coalfields, and that was all we had. Mom was dead, and Dad worked in the mines for twelve or fourteen hours each day.”

Mike waited. His gut was aching from the long stimulation of his prick. The confessions were building his horniness as they diminished his guilt.

"I started fucking my sister when I was ten or eleven," John said. "Actually, I don't remember exactly when we started. We always snuggled when it was cold, and it was always cold. Then one night I was in her and it was something unbelievable. We did it every night until I was sixteen. Then Sis got married. I left home when Dad died of black lung. I never heard from her again.”

"Why not?" Mike asked.

"She's illiterate.”

There was a long silence. Then John broke the mood by sliding his cock in and out of Joan's ass. There was a desperate moan from her, and a burst of life from Mike's burned cock.

"Now," Joan whispered. "Do it now, both of you."

Mike began to move, began easing his cock in and out of her hole. As he did, he felt John's cock sliding in her shit chute, massaging his own cock through the strained, squeezed, tormented membrane.

"Awww, my God, it feels like I'm being torn in two," Joan moaned. "Love it, don't stop! Please, please, please, don't stop.”

Mike and John got things synchronized-eased out simultaneously, then drove back in together.

"Jesus! One minute I'm empty, the next I'm full,” Joan wailed.

Mike was approaching the point of no return. His jizm was boiling, building up greater and greater pressure in his groin. As his dick slithered in and out of her juicy hole, he felt John's dork pistoning in her asshole, felt her lush body against his. He fingered her squirmy, juicy clitoris. It was getting to be more than he could stand.

Frantically, not wanting to be the first, he tried to hold back his cumming. Then he felt an odd pulsation from the wall separating him from John and knew that John was cumming. That was all it took. He felt like he was being slowly sawed in two by a red-hot blade as his guts turned inside out in an effort to empty all of his cum at once. He saw Joan's face crinkle into an agonized mask of pleasure as her twat tried to spasm around his spurting dong.

Every time Mike felt his cumming start to fade, he felt John's cock jump against his. Each time it happened it triggered another series of spurts. His cock leaping seemed to bring fresh life to John's cumming. The two of them hosed Joan's guts with jizm, sent her orgasm to the cremation level. Her mouth gaping, her eyes bugging blindly with pleasure, she writhed like a speared animal.

It ended when Mike's pleasure finally became agony. His reservoirs were totally drained. He felt his dick and John's go limp simultaneously. Joan collapsed into a whimpering huddle.

A while later, after Joan had carefully bathed John's cock, they lay on the bed, with Joan between the two men. They sipped brandy and enjoyed a quiet companionship.

"Now do you understand what John and I have?" Joan asked, fingering Mike's dick gently.

Mike nodded. "Yeah. But I'm curious about one thing.”

"What's that?”

"Well, you fuck with me, and he knows it. Does he fuck with anyone besides you?”

"Hell, yes," Joan answered, looking over at John fondly. "He's got a cute little blonde that makes my mouth water.”

"Makes your mouth water?" Mike asked.

"She has got the sweetest, juiciest cunt it has ever been my pleasure to eat," Joan explained, her voice heavy with lust.

Mike felt his cock rise at the thought.

"And then I watch him deliver that lovely cock of his to her pink hole. I lick his butt from time to time," Joan went on. "Jesus, this is getting me horny again.”

“You are a perfect wanton,” John noted.

"Nobody's perfect," Joan said.

"Perfect or not," Mike sighed, "I have to be getting home.”

Joan and John were engrossed in each other. Her hand was fondling his cock, his finger was sliding into her furry nest. Mike felt a tremor of excitement at the sight, then resolutely set the snifter aside and got to his feet. Wearily, he went out to the living room and dragged on his rumpled clothes.

When he went back to the bedroom to thank them for the evening, Joan was on her back, with her legs folded up and her knees flung wide. John was between her thighs. His ass was rising and falling as he pumped his cock into her streaming hole. Mike watched enviously for a moment, then slipped silently away.