She clung to him until the last steaming drizzles of jizm had left his shriveled dick. When she climbed off, his pecker flopped limply out of her slit, spattering his thigh with mingled cum.
'Poor baby,' Joan purred, bending over and taking his sloppy penis into her mouth. Then, strolling across the office, she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. She eyed him quizzically and arched one eyebrow. 'Now, to what do I owe this largesse?' she asked.
'What makes you think you owe it to anything?' he answered, heading for his clothes.
'Don't get dressed. It's too warm. Although we have been enjoying each other carnally for some time now, this is the first double-header we have played. You seem to have a perpetual hard-on today.”
'Maybe it's you,' he said uncomfortably, loading his pipe. He felt a little ludicrous sitting there behind his desk, stark-naked. Then he looked over at his naked secretary, and it didn't seem so ludicrous.
'Thank you. But we both know that isn't it,' Joan retorted. She plucked absently at a loose thread in the upholstery of the couch, 'Oh, I can turn you on, when you're horny enough. And, even when you aren't, if I really put my mind to it”
Mike didn't even grunt. Instead, he threw up a smoke-screen with his pipe.
'Today I didn't do a thing but respond to the blatant signals you were putting out,' Joan went on. 'Something had you turned-on before I even got here this morning.”
'I've got a problem,' Mike blurted out awkwardly.
'If this is a problem, I'd like to see more of it,' Joan retorted.
'How come you're always so horny if you've got such a happy marriage?' Mike asked, irritated by her casual attitude toward the whole thing.
'I'm over sexed. I have an open marriage and a very understanding husband,' Joan said easily. 'Now, what's your problem?”
'You know my daughters?' he asked nervously.
'I know of them,' Joan answered. 'I've only met the oldest one-what's her name? Something unusual.”
'Micaela,' Mike answered. 'After me. She's seventeen. We always call her ‘Caela.”
'Uh-huh.”
'Then there's Gabby. She's sixteen. And Patty's fifteen.”
'Gabby and Patty?' Joan asked.
'Gabrielle and Patricia, actually.”
'You wanted sons?”
'Yes. But I love my daughters.”
'I didn't say you didn't,' Joan said quickly. 'I think I'm beginning to understand!”
'What?”
'What had you so hot to trot this morning,' Joan answered. 'Now, Micaela is seventeen, and Gabby is sixteen, and Patty is fifteen. Very, very nubile, desirable ages.”
'Now wait just a second,' Mike protested, his pipe spouting sparks. 'They're my daughters!”
'As I recall, Micaela is built in such a way that even a saint would get a hard-on,' Joan countered crudely.
'But… ' Mike sputtered.
'What are the other two like?”
'Gabby is slender and graceful. She's a dancer. She has long golden blonde hair. She wears it in a ponytail.”
'And Patty?”
'Blonde, too. She's just starting to mature.”
'She's a bit late,' Joan commented.
'She's slender now, but I think she's going to be built like ‘Caela,' Mike went on thoughtfully. 'She's the sassiest one. Micaela sort of took over as Mother after my wife died. Gabby's quiet and studious, really pretty shy.”
'Virgins?' Joan asked.
'Of course they are!”
'No need to bite my head off,' Joan said calmly. 'Are you sure?”
'What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm sure,' he snapped angrily. 'That's my problem.”
'That they're virgins?”
'No, dammit. And don't get me all twisted up. Who's the boss in this office, anyway?”
'We could debate it, but we won't,' Joan teased. 'Okay, what's your problem? I'll be serious.”
'Well, it's time I was teaching the girls something about-uh-the facts of life,' Mike stammered.
'I love it when you go all pink about sex,' Joan teased.
'Goddammit!”
'Okay, okay, I'm sorry,' Joan soothed. 'What you're trying to say is that they need some sex education.”
'Yeah,' Mike grumbled.
'So, give them some.”
“But I'm a man!'
“So I've noticed,' she said dryly.
'And I'm their father!'
“Who better for them to learn from?'
“A woman,' he said quickly.
“Oh no, not me,' Joan countered quickly.
“Why not? You're a woman. And you're not afraid to talk about sex.”
Joan got up and began dressing casually. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up over her naked hips. 'In the first place, I don't even know them. I only met Micaela that one time, remember.”
Mike couldn't help watching how her breasts shifted with her every move.
'In the second place, that implies a pretty heavy intimacy between you and me, your asking me to do something like that. I don't imagine they're quite ready to accept the kind of relationship you and I have.”
'They'd never guess,' he grumbled.
'They're not fools! And, thirdly, if you want my honest opinion, it is already too late,' Joan continued, buttoning her blouse.
'NO,' he said determinedly. He had his doubts about ‘Caela. But Gabby was only sixteen, and Patty was fifteen. He was positive about them, positive.
At that moment, Gabby was following Kerry Ryan into his house. Her ponytail was stringy with sweat, and the armpits of her leotard were darkly stained. 'How about a shower?' she asked.
'Together?' Kerry asked, brushing a lock of his blond hair off his forehead.
'How else?' Gabby answered with a slow smile. 'No one's here but us, right?”
'Jawohl.”
As she led the way, Gabby unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. Once in the bathroom, she skinned them down and off. While Kerry adjusted the shower, she shed her leotard. She felt his eyes on her naked body as she used the toilet.
'Like to see you take a pee with that,' she teased, indicating his mammoth erection.
'Bitch!' he growled in mock anger.
Kerry was slender and wiry. He was one of the few boys in her modern dance class. Belying the effeminate reputation of male dancers, he had an incredible cock. Gabby curled her fingers around his tower, measuring its weight and size. Tenderly, she fingered the tip, getting her hand all slick with juices.
'Don't spoil it for later,' he warned.
'Wouldn't dream of it,' she assured him, stepping into the shower.
'Wash me?' he asked, handing her the soap.
'If you do me while I do you,' she answered, lathering her hands. She handed the bar back to him. Her soapy hands skated over his smooth chest, smearing it with suds. Then his hands touched her tight, firm tits. He
