Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“You’re terrible sir,” she complained, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide smile, and as she giggled I could see her nipples hardening and caught the quick glance she directed at my crotch. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that Kenny wasn’t huge sir,” she challenged, looking me right in the eyes before moving her gaze downward.

“I could put both of you in the story,” I teased. “Beautiful teen sisters seduce Ivy Leaguers – call it something like ‘Sam and Izzy’s Island Orgasms’.”

“You’re terrible! I going back to work professor, I don’t have all afternoon to fool around.”

As I watched her as she strutted towards the door, her breasts bouncing proudly, her rear cheeks alive under the skimpy little boy-shorts she was wearing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and for the thousandth time in the last two weeks tried to justify what I was about to do.

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But strangely enough, it was the older Butler sister who was the first victim of my sexual hunger, of my perverse desires.

Izzy and Kenny returned to their little hollow three days later, a July Friday afternoon I’ll never forget. I had sent Samantha to Nantucket early that morning with a list full of errands to perform, errands that I knew would keep her busy at least half the day, and that she probably wouldn’t be back until the two o’clock ferry from Nantucket got in.

So, when I saw Izzy and Kenny walking up the beach, I knew I’d be able to watch them uninterrupted. My eyes, pressed against the powerful binoculars, never left the couple as they made love. I simply stroked my self in time with Kenny’s feeble thrusts, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to rush down the beach and throw the boy aside and fill my girl with my hardness.

After they had made love two times they ran laughing hand in hand into the surf, and as I watched Isobel playing naked in the shallows, water droplets gleaming in the sunshine as they cascaded around and over her, I couldn’t help but be reminded of her mom from so many years before. Although taller than her mom, she had the same slim figure, the long beautiful blond hair, the high, firm, pink tipped cones, the puffy nipples I knew would melt in my mouth, the powerful runners legs whose thighs would curl around my back, oh Jesus…

Kenny dressed and left after they’d swam but surprisingly Izzy lingered, and I watched as she lay on her towel in the hot bowl, tanning her naked body, allowing the sun to caresses her unprotected skin.

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“I’m just going for a quick swim Maria,” I called back loudly towards the house as I walked toward the breaking surf, sure that Isobel just yards away, lying naked behind the dune, would easily hear me. I dropped the towel when I was still five yards from the water, and wondered as I took the last steps whether a blond head had popped over the top of the dune, and whether two blue eyes were now staring at me.

I stayed in the water for about five minutes, ending up a little way up the beach directly opposite Isobel’s hiding place. As I had splashed in the still cool surf, I had seen her head peeking over the dune and knew she would be watching when I left the water.

I slowly emerged, standing for seconds with the ocean just covering my hanging prick, letting the breaking and ebbing of the waves tease her with glimpses of my size before finally taking the last couple of steps to dry land. I quickly glanced up at the front window of my tower top room, and surprised, saw the glint of the sun reflecting off the lens of my binoculars, and knew that Samantha had got back early and was secretly watching me.

I stood, not ten yards from Izzy’s hiding place, and shook my body, much as a dog would, sending a spray of droplets flying, letting her see my whole body. Then walking over to and picking up my small towel, I slowly dried my hair as I faced her. Would she do anything, show herself, I wondered as I ran the towel down my chest and over my already waking cock.

I didn’t have to wait long, for just as I took the first steps back towards the house, she emerged from between the dunes, topless and carrying her towel and top over her arm. Finally, when she was only ten feet away from me, she looked up and pretended to be stunned to see me naked in her path.

“Oh gosh professor,” she almost squealed as she raised her free hand up to cover her nipples.

“Isobel, Christ you startled me,” I responded, as my eyes roved hungrily over her. “Where’d you come from anyway?” I asked as I continued to slowly approach her, making no attempt to cover myself.

“You swim naked sir?” she asked, ignoring my question while boldly returning my gaze.

“Uh huh. You too?”

“No, no. I was just sunbathing sir. Topless… I just want to get an all-over tan… I mean I don’t like the white lines, the,” she stammered while letting her arm fall, exposing her perfect golden breasts, but the look in her eyes belied her nervous tone.

We were only two feet apart when we stopped and after slowly inspecting her I answered, “I thought I saw you and Kenny a little while ago in the ocean,” and teasing, added, “you didn’t look like you were wearing much then.”

Blushing and stalling, she mumbled, “Kenny?”

“Uh huh, you know, the young man you were kissing in the little hollow over there.”

“The hollow?”

“Yes Izzy. You know sweetie, that when I’m writing up in my room at the top of my tower and I look out the side window,” and I turned and pointed up to where I knew Samantha watched, ” I can see right into that little hollow.”

“Everything?” And when she saw me nod my head, simply said, “Oh!”

We were just inches apart now, her nipples just brushing my chest, their hard, erect points being answered by a lengthening, a hardening that she soon felt rising against her stomach.

“I love tall women,” I whispered, our mouths seconds away from each other.

“Most boys think I’m too tall sir.”

“They’re crazy Izzy,” I breathed.

“You’re in good shape sir, big. I mean not just tall, muscular, but…”

“I’m a man Isabel.”

“I’m too young for you… I mean… we can’t …” were her last words before my lips captured hers.

It’s hard to put into words the urgency, the excitement I felt as our mouths met and our bodies crashed together. It clearly had something to do with who her mother was, who she was, how many years I’d waited to be part of her life.

I moved my mouth to her breast, and slowly licked the sea salt from her nipples before seizing one and drawing it into my mouth, my teeth lightly stretching it before I hungrily sucked it.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sirrrrr,” she groaned as I moved to the other, and as I cupped her soft orb and ran my tongue around her sensitive aureole I felt her tremble under my fingers. Bending I quickly moved my hands to her hips and lowered the flimsy yellow bottom to the sand.

“You’re beautiful honey,” I whispered as I ran my fingers through her soft blond curls and cupped her pubic mound in my palm, lightly brushing her pink channel with my middle finger as I slowly moved my hand.

“Please sir, pleeeeese,” she moaned as her hand clasped on top of mine, pushing it against her. I then knelt in front of her and after grasping her rear cheeks in my hands, brought my tongue to her, running its rough, wet surface over her pink, now open slit. She was already moist, and I inhaled her female odors as I tasted her rich juice.

Standing I kissed her, letting her taste her pussy’s sap from the tip of my tongue as she felt my now raging cock throbbing against her mound.

Professor,” she whispered as one hand snaked between our bodies and eager fingers circled me.

Placing my hands under her ass, I lifted her up off the ground, and held her moist center just inches above my crimson cockhead.

“Now sir, now,” she pled, as she tightened her grip on me, trying to direct my shaft into her spread nether lips.

I lowered her slowly, and felt her wet insides adjust, widen, stretch as the thick head split her.

“Its big sir, so big,” she said in wonderment, her fingers still tightly circling the base of my cock as her insides worked to lubricate the four inches already in her. I lifted her up and almost off me before lowering her again, forcing more of my rock hard shaft into her. Arms around Sam’s back, I knelt slowly, lowering her to the towel lying on the hot sand.

“I don’t think I can take it all,” my little girl started as I pulled back, but I pistoned back into her, deep, “Unhhh,” again, deeper, “unnnhh,” and then one final thrust brought a final almost feral groan, “Ahhhhhhhh… unnnhhhhhhh,” from her grimacing lips as I filled her.

But when I pulled back Samantha whimpered, her “nooooooo, stayyyyy,” suddenly stopped as I thrust back into her fiery furnace. I sped up; my urgent penetrations now met by lifting hips, and soon felt the tremors in my balls, warning me of that always exquisite explosion that was seconds away.

I felt her first spasm just as the rush of sperm sped down my bucking cock, and felt her orgasmic juices slide over my cockhead just as I flooded her vagina with my seed.

We fell apart, and shuddering and panting we watched each other, unable to disguise from the other just how extraordinary our coupling had been. Finally I turned her on her stomach and lifting her thighs off the sand, drove deep into her still distended and soaking cunt. Twice more I made love to Izzy, utilizing every trick I’d learned to pleasure my eldest daughter.

An hour later we lay exhausted in each others arms, covered with a sticky sheen of our orgasmic cream. ‘But she’s your daughter’, kept echoing in my confused brain when she finally, giggling happily, danced off.

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“I wasn’t going to come today professor,” she finally said, not even looking up as her words reached me. “Did you know I was in the tower, watching when you were fucking…” she demanded, when I made no reply to her statement, but her words trailed off sadly as she talked.