Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Who's Your Daddy? EP3

Jesus!

She left that first day at three, and would've been content to stay all day if I hadn't shooed her out finally, carrying five books and three CD's of new stories and notes and promising, "I'll get right to work on this tonight sir." As a parting shot, she said with a sexy grin, obviously teasing me and testing my response at the same time, "I took three of your old 'Erotic' books too professor, that's a genre I don't know much about."

"You don't? I thought all you young, modern girls fell asleep reading 'Vagina Monologues', and the like," I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha professor. But if I do need something explained I'll ask Isobel. She's quite the expert," she exclaimed as she started down the stairs.

"Is she?" I asked as her head dropped through the hatch and she disappeared. But I couldn't help but wonder just how innocent my little, sweet Samantha was, and just how come those top two buttons had come undone.

The week that followed was the happiest I'd had in years, as I couldn't help but be continually delighted by the presence of this young girl I'd always loved but never known. She was smart and funny and kind and sexy; everything a father could ever ask for in a daughter.

She'd arrive at eight and we'd work for an hour and a half before breaking for a quick swim and then a breakfast prepared by my housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Gomez, Maria. Samantha had been surprised the first day we swam; unable to stop gawking when I appeared by the pool in just a small bathing thong.

Finally, after staring at me for seconds as I walked toward her, she blurted, "Gee professor, is that all you swim in?"

"You're lucky he's wearing anything," Maria interjected crankily.

"What?"

"The good professor usually swims totally naked honey. In the ocean or in the pool, always naked," Mrs. Gomez complained, a broad grin on her face. "You can't run around with your thingamajig bouncing in front of that poor, innocent girl, I told him," she said smiling.

"But what about you Mrs. Gomez?"

"I'm an old widow Miss, a small little thing like that doesn't bother me," she laughed.

"Is it really that small Mrs. Gomez," Sam grinned back as I retreated from the two females and jumped into the pool.

writing for the day, we found ourselves back lounging by the pool,

sake, you know sir," she said as she glanced over at

not to gawk at the perfect young body that was trying to escape from her sexy, white

she suddenly asked minutes later, and before I could respond she had the skimpy bra untied and thrown aside. "I mean, we do it at home," she

bigger, both rounder and fuller, than her mom or sister were. Her aureoles were large and brown, much darker than her mom's pink circles. And the nipples, hard now and straining under my eyes, were short but thick and I knew she'd groan when my lips

it slyly, I added, "I think I'm definitely going to put them in

protested as she threw her towel at me,

how she kept glancing at my groin, taking in

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walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended embarrassment at my nudity, but I could see the interest,

on the desk that separated us. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't have sex with this girl, that she was one of the only two women in the world I shouldn't make love with. And yet I knew that

another event occurred that momentarily

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them coming as they walked up the beach but it was only as they passed in front of the house that I recognized Isobel and her latest beau Kenny White, a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the

as she skipped by on the beach, leading Kenny by the hand, a bright smile on her face. I lost them for

and I knew immediately that she was the aggressor, and watched transfixed as her hands went behind her

and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning look on her face, wondering what

on the blanket they had placed on the hot sand when I looked back towards the little hollow, the yellow bra thrown carelessly aside in their haste. He was sprawled atop her now, kissing her

quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. "But..." she mumbled, "Why's Izzy doing that..?" And then I saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she looked

moaned when she saw his prick standing out from

I sensed it when Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder

endowed (although I'm sure Samantha didn't recognize this) and after just seconds of hurried pumping he came rapidly, his bodies pumping ejaculations obvious even to us as we watched from our window. Rolling off Isobel and on to his back, he lay panting as I focused the powerful binoculars on Izzy's blond bush and her distended pink lips

the now semi limp sausage that lay dripping on his thigh and noticed she was breathing as heavily

about tonight Sam," I whispered, startling her

gasped and turning back to the couple I saw