Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

Micaela's cumming reached a new level as she lay there surrounded by lust. The cock at her lips erupted, and hot jizm spilled over her chin. Something thick and warm spattered her face. More cum! Kerry was unloading over her, showering her with thick gobbets. Then Al's pecker jetted in Gabby's hand. Micaela opened her mouth, caught the cum of three boys on her tongue. The last spurtings showered her cheeks and eyelids, spattered into her hair, oozing down the side of her nose. At long last Patty slumped down, exhausted, pillowing her head on Micaela's thigh.

Then, everyone piled on top of her, and Micaela was at the bottom of a heap of naked, loving people. She was being pressed by breasts and pricks and cheeks and lips.

"And how, pray tell, are your three darling daughters?" Joan asked. She was backing him into a corner* giving him tantalizing glimpses of her lush breasts. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, giving up on trying not to look at the part of her breasts revealed by her open blouse.

"Of course," she purred, looking up impishly.

"You're likely to succeed," he noted. He hands found her waist and pulled her against his cock.

"Well, I should certainly hope so," she said, rolling her pussy against his hard-on.

His hands slid up her silk blouse, fondling the warm masses of her breasts through the slippery fabric.

Her lips parted, her tongue tip flicking her upper lip.

"And how is your husband?" Mike asked, his thumbs pressing her soft flesh from the center toward the outside. He increased the gap of her blouse so it showed more of her satin skin, more of her lush globes, though not her nipples, yet.

Her fingers touched his pecker through his pants, teased it, made his belly harden with desire. "He asked me to invite you over," she said softly. "Soon!”

"I've got a better idea," Mike responded, still fondling her breasts through her blouse. He was fascinated by how erotic it was to be feeling them without actually touching skin. "How about the two of you coming to my place this Saturday?”

"To do what?" she asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants. She ran a fingernail provocatively up the underside of the jutting ridge of his phallus.

"The kids want to have a party," Mike answered. "And they need a chaperone.”

"Oh, shit," Joan snorted.

"But you see," Mike went on, "they'll be in the rec room in the basement. And we'll be upstairs." He spread her blouse open, exposed more of her pale jugs.

"Oh ho!”

He traced a curve on her hot skin with a fingertip. He was tantalizing himself by keeping her nipples concealed.

"Do I have any appointments in the next half-hour or so?" he asked hotly.

"We've got an hour-and-a-half," she told him, "If you think you can last that long.”

"It'll be fun trying!" He unfastened the next button on her blouse. There was now only one to go above the waist of her skirt.

"So, the kids will be downstairs, and we'll be upstairs," Joan said.

"And we know what they'll be doing," Mike went on.

"Of course," Joan agreed. "We're chaperoning them so they won't do it.”

"And, while they're doing it downstairs, we'll be doing it upstairs." Without unbuttoning any more buttons, he pressed the blouse back over Joan's shoulders, making the vee spread wider and wider at the top. It curved in and down in the center, indenting her breast flesh. He left it that way, with her nipples still hidden, and stroked his hands down the sides of her neck and out the smooth curves of her shoulders.

"I don't suppose," Joan said softly, "that we mi once in a while, very carefully, look in on them, to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble?”

"Well, after all, isn't that one of the responsibilities of a chaperone?" he asked, carefully easing her blouse down a tiny bit at a time until he saw miniscule slivers of nipples.

"Of course," she agreed, unbuckling his belt without looking down.

"And, naturally, we wouldn't want to disturb them, so we'll have to do it very stealthily," he concluded, cupping the outsides of her breasts. He pressed up and in, watched as they bulged out of her blouse, slowly sliding farther and farther into view. Then they were there, in his grasp, exposed, lifted and supported by the half-unfastened blouse.

"Such a considerate, concerned father," Joan murmured as she bared his cock and wrapped her hand around it.

"But of course!”

"Are you still fucking the little charmers?" Joan asked.

"I beg your pardon, but I have never fucked Patty," he corrected her.

"Oh, really?" Joan asked skeptically.

"Certainly not! She's a virgin.”

"Huh?" Joan sounded as if she almost believed him.

"Of course, she sucks like a vacuum cleaner. And, she likes it up the ass.”

"Oh, ho ho!" Joan chortled, giving his cock a squeeze. "And just why, may I ask, are we-uh-chaperoning the little wantons, if we know they're going to do it anyway?”

"Mostly for appearance's sake," Mike replied, still toying with her soft breasts. "The parents of the boys involved are more conventional about these things than I am. Also, there's always the danger of crashers if word of the gathering slips out.”

"Speaking of slipping out," Joan murmured, "aren't your clothes getting a little uncomfortable?”

"Very," he admitted. "I'd say that about you, but you aren't wearing enough for them to be uncomfortable.”

"I really wish we could run this office in the nude," Joan said as she helped him out of his pants. His cock jutted out from his groin like a flagpole.

"Might unsettle a few clients," Mike answered. "And we have few enough as it is.”

"Ah, but think of the new ones it might attract!** Joan was down to the buff already-of course all she needed to do was step out of her skirt and shed her blouse and toe off her shoes.

Mike loved the feel of her naked skin against his. Finally his lust got the better of his restraint, and he bent her forwards over the desk. The brown-haired lips of her pussy pouted out below her butt.

"Make sure you get the right hole," Joan growled as her breasts squashed flat on the desk top. Her tail shone in the harsh light. He stroked her gleaming globes as he prepared to part her thighs with his jutting dork. Teasingly, he let his cockhead touch her bung.

"Not there," she whispered hoarsely. "God, how I love it! But not there without some grease.”

"Sorry, fresh out of it," Mike said, moving his dick down. He buried it in her swampy twat. She moaned as he thrust into her. He felt her hot tissues enfold his pecker. His balls tightened up against his groin.

He stroked his cock in her clinging twat, and thought about the coming party. When the girls had returned from the picnic Micaela had been completely changed. She had been languid and fulfilled and content. He didn't know what had happened, but obviously, Gabby's plan had worked.

The thought of seeing his daughters get fucked made his nuts steam. And, it would be combined with a night with Joan and John… It was going to be one hell of an evening.

He pistoned in his secretary's searing hole and fingered her tail. As he watched his cock slide into her hot depths, his finger touched her anus. She moaned softly. Slowly, he pressed into her bung, watched his finger dilate the tight ring. He recalled how it felt to be one of two cocks in her, and his nuts let off a spurt of steam that was almost a cumming.

As he stroked his dong in her hot, clinging tunnel, his guts gathered themselves for the final pumping eruption. She was gasping, pressing her cheek to the desk as she took his cock. Her mouth gaped, like a fish's. Or, as if she was sucking cock.

Three cocks? Christ, what about three cocks, Mike thought as he plunged his meat into her clutching tunnel. One up her rear, one in her cunt, and one in her mouth. What a sight that would be. But where could they find a third man? He discarded that concern in favor of just savoring the feel of her twat around his phallus as he tried to visualize a triple penetration.