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.

my writing for the day, we found ourselves back

wear it for my sake, you know sir,"

do Sam, it's bad enough I have you reading erotica," I answered, unable not to gawk at the perfect young body that

the skimpy bra untied and

jumping as my eyes lingered hungrily on her chest. She was 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

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

protested as she threw her towel at me, her breasts jiggling delightedly with

as I lay back and pretended to close my eyes and ignore her, I saw how she kept glancing at my groin, taking in the ridged pole

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talking to Maria, when I walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended

her, fuck her 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

was a Monday afternoon, ten days after Samantha had started that another event occurred that momentarily sidetracked the mating dance Sam and I

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a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the island for the last five years. Izzy looked stunning in a skimpy, yellow bikini top and tight, blue jean short shorts, the fly

her face. I lost them for a second as they slipped between a dune about

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

Samantha look up from the flickering screen as I stood and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning

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 hungrily as his hands moved over her chest, but I sensed in his urgency that he wasn't a practiced lover, that in

the window, saw her finally see the scene below and glancing at 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 saw his prick standing out from his stomach. "We

sensed it when Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder to shoulder, watched him slide his cock in her, and watched him as he urgently fucked

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

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

have something new to write about tonight Sam," I whispered, startling her out of

suddenly gasped and turning back to the couple I saw Isobel's left hand holding a reawakened prick as her lips popped over