Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

"Haven't done anything," Micaela corrected over the sound of the record player. "Patty, we've got to wait until things get started upstairs. Then we'll sneak up and take a peek, see what they're doing. Should be good for a real turn-on.”

"Phooey, what do you know about turn-ons, Miss Virgin of Seventy-seven," Patty snorted.

Gabby looked away from Kerry, but didn't take her hand from the lump in his lap. "Ex-Miss Virgin. She got more cock in one afternoon than you have in your whole life.”

"I could have done it," Patty pouted. "If you'd given me a chance.”

"You're still Miss Virgin, if I remember rightly," Micaela pointed out.

"Only technically," Patty said.

"Yeah, well, I'd sure like to change that technicality," Al drawled. "And if you'll sit down, I'll do it right now.

"Uh-ufa, everyone stay dressed," Micaela insisted.

"Aw gee," Patty whined.

"Think it's been long enough now?" Gabby asked.

"What's it been? Twenty minutes?" Micaela answered.

"Twenty-five now," Kerry said.

"I think we should wait half an hour," Micaela said dubiously,

"Oh, come on," Patty griped. 'What's with a lousy five fucking minutes already?”

"Mind your language," Micaela snapped. "I guess if d be okay now. But we've got to be very, very quiet, remember?”

"Outside or inside stairs?" Gabby asked, finally releasing Kerry's hard-on. It held his pants up in a tent.

"Outside," Micaela answered. "We'll sneak around to the back of the house and peek in the bedroom window. If they aren't there, we sneak in the kitchen and eyeball the living room from the dining room.”

"Come on, come on," Patty said impatiently.

"Take it easy, will you?" Gabby snapped as Patty pushed her.

"Hey, wait a minute, guys," Al interrupted. "Let's get undressed.”

"Now?" Patty asked. "Why?”

“Someone might see us," Micaela argued.

"Shoot, it's nearly dark out," Al said. "It'll be kickier that way. Remember how we played naked tag at the pool, Patty?”

"Yeah," Patty answered, then giggled. "Let's do it!”

“Well, okay," Micaela agreed. As she thought about. It she got all hot and shuddery. The cellar door was well screened, but there was always a chance they might be spotted!

There was a mad shuffle and a blizzard of flying clothes as everyone stripped quickly.

A tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies, the six of them wedged their way up the narrow cellar stairs. Chris had to push past from the back of the pack to open the heavy door. He eased it out, letting in a cool rush of evening air. Salmon-pink wisps of cloud highlighted the deep blue sky. The stairway opened in a shrubbery-shielded nook on the side of the house. From there they slipped along toward the back yard.

Pressing close to the side of the house, Micaela led the way. It was possible, she realized, that Daddy and the Petersons were still in the back yard, but she didn't think it was likely. As soon as everyone was done eating, Daddy had urged the young people to head for the rec room. Micaela was sure he had been anxious to get down to serious business with the Petersons.

She paused at the corner of the house, and everyone bunched up behind her. She peered through the thick branches of the hemlock tree, but couldn't see anything. She edged around the bulky, prickly evergreen.

And met her father coming the other way. The suddenness of his appearance made her squeak with terror. Chris thumped into her, and the others piled up against him. Her father grunted. He was as naked as she was. His cock was a swaying beam of horniness.

"Daddy!" Micaela exclaimed.

"What's happening?" Patty whispered anxiously.

"Step on something?" Joan called from behind Mike.

"Yeah," Mike answered wryly. "My daughter's foot.”

"What?" Joan asked, pushing forward. He stopped dead when he saw Micaela, Chris, and the others.

"Holy shit!" Patty yelped.

"Uh, hi there," Micaela stammered awkwardly, wondering if she should cover her tits and her pussy with her hands.

"And just where were you headed?" Mike demanded, taking the offensive.

"Uh-out?" Micaela said hesitantly.

"Oh, Mike, cut out the forbidding father routine, will you?" Joan said, laughing.

"Where were you sneaking to, Daddy?" Gabby asked.

Mike tried to frown, but couldn't. Then he began to roar. Joan and John joined in as he took Micaela in his arms. Suddenly, Micaela began to giggle.

"What's happening?" Patty wailed.

Gabby was the first one able to control her laughter enough to clue Patty in. "They were sneaking around to spy in the basement windows!”

"What?!" Patty screeched, outraged. "Why that's-that's perverted. It's absolutely perverted.”

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Al told her, still chuckling. "We were going to do the same thing, after all.”

Patty thought for a second, then began to laugh, just as the others stopped. Which got them all going again.

Finally, Mike beckoned to them all to follow him into the house. After raiding the refrigerator, he led the way to the basement.

Micaela was between her father and Chris on the couch. The others were sprawled all over. The rec room was carpeted with naked bodies. Micaela studied John Peterson and his lushly built wife. Micaela felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the other woman's generous breasts and slender body.

"Well, John, what do you think of my family?” Mike asked.

"Lovely," John answered, running his eyes over Micaela. She squirmed with pleasure.

"The men are lovely, too," Joan said, licking her lips. "Never seen such a fantastic bunch of bananas in my life!”

"They taste good, too," Patty piped up, and promptly rolled over and took Al's big dick into her mouth.

Micaela felt all hot and funny. She reached over and curled her hand around Chris's pecker, then reached the other way and grabbed her father's. "Well, who's going to be first?" she asked, her voice soft and bubbly.

Mike looked over at Chris. "Confident, isn't she?”

"Can you blame her?" Chris asked.

Their hands reached for her breasts. Micaela leaned back as flames surged through her. They lifted and fondled her heavy jugs, struck sparks from her aching nipples. Her eyes slitted, she watched Joan Peterson and her husband begin a deep soul kiss. As they kissed, their hands probed each other's sexes. Joan was gorgeous. Micaela hoped she'd have a chance to see her father plumb Joan's fur-fringed depths with his cock.

"Why don't we flip for her?" Mike suggested.

"Flip what?" Chris asked.

"Why her, of course," Mike chuckled. "You want heads or tails?”

"I'm always ready for a little head!”

"I'll take tail," Mike replied.

In a second, Micaela was face down over their laps. Her head was just above Chris's jutting hard-on. Her mouth watered and her innards knotted. She slurped on his thrusting phallus, and instantaneously tasted a hot seeping.

For a moment, her father stroked the sleek globes of her butt with his calloused hands. Then he probed into the crack of her tail. She wriggled, pushing her bottom higher.

Instead of touching her pussy as she had expected, his finger pushed against her asshole, sending delicious, searing fire through her. She moaned and spat out Chris's dork for a moment, let its sticky length rest against her cheek. She fought to release the lock on her tail. The minute she succeeded, she felt her father's finger penetrate her bung.

She recaptured Chris's cock, and sucked on it, harder. Then she rested her arms on his thighs and lower belly, and braced herself up. She angled his prick so he could see her devour it. The finger in her tail twisted deeper, and her winkie went into wild spasms, letting the invader dig inwards with slow jerks.

"Back door," Mike granted to Chris. "Nice and tight.”