Who's Your Daddy? EP5

"Well? Did you do it to hurt me?" she continued, finally looking up at me, a tear tumbling down her cheek.

I walked over to her and standing behind her laid my hands on her shoulders.

"NO! STOP!" she cried, pushing my hands off her as she stood and faced me, anger etched everywhere on her face.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her as she struggled to escape, pinning her hard against me as she started to sob. "You know I wanted you, that I loved you," she wailed as her tears fell on me. "OK, I know Izzy's prettier, but God professor, why'd you do it in front of me? Why'd you lead me on?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her words tugging at my heart.

I kissed the tears from her cheeks, and then held the struggling teen as my lips brushed hers, teasing, exploring, probing, prying; at last finding her tongue and then slowly awakening it.

"What are you doing?" she demanded when I put my arm behind her knee and lifted her into my arms. "What?" she giggled as I started to move towards the stairs.

"Well Miss Samantha Butler, would you like to make love with me in a large comfortable king size bed?" I asked, and then spinning around said, "Or would you prefer to lose your virginity right here on my desk? It's not very comfortable you know."

"You're crazy! I don't want you," she insisted, but the smile on her lips, the excitement in her eyes betrayed her. "No," she whispered as I turned again towards the stairs..... "Do you really want me?... We shouldn't, you.... Here, right here... I want to do it in the light, on the desk," she finished, her words hardly audible.

"You're so beautiful honey."

"I'm not. I'm Miss second choice," she protested, almost angry again.

"Haven't you heard of saving the best for last?" I asked as I lowered the zipper on her thin, flowered summer dress and slowly slipped the straps over her shoulders. As her wispy red silk bra quickly followed the dress to the floor, her palms rushed to her breasts, cupping each shyly in a hand.

"What?" I asked as I lifted her hands and exposed her heaving chest, her straining, cinnamon colored nipples.

"What about Izzy," she asked as I felt her fingers quickly moving over the buttons on my shirt, ripping one off in her eagerness to undress me. Kneeling in front of me, within seconds she had the button on my shorts undone, the zipper lowered, and my penis sprang proudly free as she shoved my pants, my underwear down.

"Jesus Sam, gentle," I groaned as one hand encircled me while the other stole to the hanging sack below.

"I've wanted you sir, since the first day," she laughed, and then quietly added, "I've dreamt of it in me, filling me..."

I lifted her to her feet, embracing her as I backed her towards the desk, finally lifting her again and set her sitting on the edge of the desk, spreading her knees so that she was open to me.

"You're a hairy little thing, aren't you?" I asked grinning as I knelt between her legs and moved my tongue between her hairy folds.

"Oh God sir," she squealed as my soft lips captured her rigid clit. "Oh shit, I can't keep calling you sir. What should I call you anyway?" she asked as her fingers held my head against her.

mustache, I lowered my lips to hers. "You want to know what to call me at a

How

squealed as my hands

me Daddy,"

"What? Why?'

Daddy' my little darling,"

readier. She watched as I positioned myself, watched as

wondering how she'd ever have

and pushed into her, just getting the head lodged

it's so wide,

to prepare her as I thrust my hips

room.

I asked as I forced another two inches in her, slowly widening

moaned, clearly now enjoying calling me Daddy,

feel her warm blood on me and looking down saw the bright red liquid dripping on my daughter's thighs. I thrust again and again until

her orgasmic release accompanied by moans of 'Daddddy, daddddy, daddddy' as her juices flowed around my still thrusting prick. It was only

too sore for an encore. So we just lay in each others

her as we lay

too Daddy," she promised. "Gosh, I better stop calling you that though. What if somebody heard?"

by thoughts of my two daughters, my two loves, worried about

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afternoon as Sam and I lay naked next to the pool, "So, you seduced and despoiled my poor virgin sister, you vile

I stammered as I opened

you do remember me don't you professor? The innocent teenager you cornered on the beach, the young pure girl forever ruined by your evil body? And now

on the cheek. "Better. But I think my older sister is going

Daaaaaaddy," Isobel answered, "there are no secrets

my dear Isobel. Respect for your elders,

on me, straddling me, her ass resting on my thighs, her hand grasping my already semi-hard penis. "And are you happy to see me, baby?" she whispered to my now rearing cock. "Yes, I

Daddy," Samantha ordered as she bent her

as I'd hoped I would that summer. But of course I didn't care. I was together with the two people I loved most in the world, the two I'd spent close to twenty years watching, always wanting to be involved in their lives while I had to watch another man be

the conflicting feelings I had, I couldn't completely shake off the sexual taboos that I was breaking with

fulfillment, the likes of which I'd only once experienced before. I was continually tempted to tell them, to let them know who I was.... But I wouldn't, I couldn't... I was afraid my

knew we'd all be going our separate ways in September and I think we all understood we'd never be able to recreate these happy, joyous days. But it came crashing down around me even before the summer ended, in fact just two days

kept locked, her face an indecipherable mask. "What are you doing in here," I whispered, knowing it would never be the same between us again, petrified that I'd lost her so

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