like it was going to burst as it pumped wave after wave against the unusual back pressure of her butt. He felt his prick spasming and his whole groin wound into a tight coil of ecstasy. The pleasure bordering on agony, he enemaed her innards with jizm.
Patty growled like an animal and her cunt drenched his fingers as she took the searing hosing of her bowels. She was cuming like a volcano from his eruption in her tail. He leaned over her wearily as his guts wrung themselves dry. A tight, hard cramp, like a kick in the groin, doubled him over.
His cock held its stiffness for a long time, then faded abruptly as her rectum fought to shit it out. Driven from her by her reflexes, it squirmed out her gate and slithered up her crack. It left a trail of cum and shit from her butt. The smell of crap and semen was thick enough to cut.
With a soft sigh, trapping his hands under her at breast and cunt, Patty slid forward on her belly. They lay there in a panting, sweaty, smelly heap for a long time. Then, wearily, they dragged themselves to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower together.
Patty gently bathed his dick. It throbbed eagerly and tried to harden. After she got it clean, she gave it a brief, tender once-over with her mouth.
After he washed her ass, they dried off and she led the way back to her room. While he watched, she straightened up the mess. Both of them were unconcernedly and unerotically nude.
'Incidentally, Daddy, I'm a virgin,' Patty said as she tugged the bedcovers tight.
'Glad to hear it. But you'd better get on the pill soon anyway. And wear a bra from now on, or you're likely to get raped.”
'Oh, I know how to deal with boys,' she assured him.
'Boys probably you do,' he agreed. 'But men are bigger and stronger, and a hell of a lot more dangerous. You don't need to show everything you've got to attract boys anyway.”
'Oh, Daddy,' Patty whined.
'Remember our deal?' he cautioned. 'Who's the boss around here?”
'You are,' she said meekly.
'Good girl. Now get some clothes on and get out of here. I'd like to finish the Sunday paper the same day I get it.”
She dressed while he watched. He loved the sight of her slender young body being hidden from view like a precious treasure. Then she was a whirlwind of motion. She gave him a kiss and vanished out the front door.
It was, he mused, a hell of a lot easier the third time. He wondered where he could go from there. He only had three daughters.
Chapter 6
'Mike, if you snap at me one more time like that, you can start looking for a new secretary and a new lay,' Joan warned him ominously.
Mike pulled up short at the threat. Joan, in addition to her sexual liberalism, was the best secretary he had ever had.
'I'm sorry,' he apologized. He knew what was bothering him. But how could he explain it to her? He was constantly on edge around the house, terrified he might betray to two what he had done with one.
“I’ll forgive you, on one condition,' Joan answered.
“What's that?' he asked cautiously.
“That you come over to our place for supper tonight.”
'Oh, no, I don't think so,' he stammered. 'I mean, not tonight. It's such short notice… ”
'Short notice-bull feathers!' Joan retorted.
'Maybe another night,' he suggested. He had the feeling he was losing control of his life. 'The girls are expecting me home tonight.”
'They expect you home every night. Micaela's old enough to take care of things. Tonight, or by God I'll walk right out of here, right now.”
'Okay, okay. I’ll call and see if it's all right.' He reached for the phone.
Joan leaned over and clamped her hand down on his, giving him a dramatic view of her breasts in the process. 'You don't ask them, you tell them.”
Glaring at her, as much to try to intimidate her as to keep his gaze off her magnificent tits, he picked up the receiver.
'Hi, Micaela, it's Mike,' he said when ‘Caela answered.
'Mike? Mike who?' she asked, puzzled.
For Joan's benefit, Mike raised his eyes skyward in supplication. 'Your father.”
'Oh! Daddy! Hi!”
'Hi, yourself,' he said. Joan left the office, then picked up her extension and, disregarding his furious gesturing, listened in. 'I'm uncomfortable calling myself that over the phone.”
'Well,' Micaela observed in a steamy voice, 'I can think of a couple of other ways you might refer to yourself, Stud.”
Mike felt his face turn bright-red. Joan's eyes lit up with surprise. 'That's enough of that. What if your sisters heard you?”
'They're not here right now,' Micaela said softly. 'Why don't you hurry home?”
Mike wanted to crawl into a hole. Joan grinned wickedly at him. 'If this phone is tapped, you'll get me arrested, dammit,' he groaned. 'Cool it, okay?”
'Oh-kay,' Micaela sighed. 'Hey, what did you do to Patty anyway? She's been an angel.”
'Let's just say that I opened some new lines of communication, via the palm of my hand,' Mike answered. 'Listen, the reason I called is that I won't be home for dinner tonight.”
'Working late?”
'No. Joan invited me to have supper with her and her husband,' he said bluntly, hoping to defuse some of his daughter's ardor.
'Oh.”
'I may be kind of late. Please make sure the young ‘uns get to bed at a decent hour. And tell Patty to wash behind her ears-tell her I said so.”
'Okay, Daddy,' Micaela sighed.
Mike saw Joan go off the line to answer another call and sighed with relief. 'Look, Honey, I know we had one great time. But we have got to cool it, even over the phone,” he warned softly. 'Incest is illegal in this state, and every other one that I can think of. If your sisters got wind of it, they might raise a real stink.”
'Yes, Daddy,' Micaela assented, subdued. 'You do love me, don't you, Daddy?”
Mike felt his guts twist. 'More than I can ever tell you.”
'I love you, too, Daddy,' she whispered. 'And-and even if it was the only time for us, I'll remember it for as long as I live.' She hung up softly. He sat there holding the sweaty receiver. He thought of never having her again, and his crotch knotted with pain. He hung up and dug determinedly into the work on his desk. To his immense relief, Joan left him in solitude the rest of the afternoon.
'Ready to go, Boss?' Joan asked, tying her scarf.
Mike raised his head. He felt a bit dizzy from concentrating so hard. 'Oh, is it that late?”
'Later,' she answered. 'Care to drive me home?”
For a fleeting instant, he debated welching out on the date. 'Love to,' he answered, shoving his chair back and getting his jacket.
He didn't see how Joan could not have understood exactly what was going on between him and Micaela, but to his relief, didn't say a word about it on the drive. She kept the conversation on the current office projects and problems and acted as if she hadn't heard a thing on the extension.
'Hi, Honey,' she greeted the man in the apartment Their hug and kiss made Mike blush and look away. He felt like a traitor, since he had so recently plowed the same furrow in the office. Joan kept saying she had an open marriage, and that her husband knew about what went on at the office. All the same, Mike kept seeing himself as
