Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 5

Chapter 5

Fucking Sylvia with her face pressed against Sabine’s hip whilst Sabine drunkenly masturbated was the last straw.

I decided I had to put the brakes on this Sabine situation before it really got out of hand, but who was I kidding? It was already way out of hand.

Fortunately circumstances conspired to help me reign myself in.

After spending the first year at her new school proving herself, Sabine had finally been asked to join a rather exclusive club composed of all the best field hockey players.

Apparently, as she explained to me over breakfast and her first hangover the next morning, that “sleep over” had been some kind of an initiation, and that’s why she had come home drunk, but now that she was “in” nobody could ever make her drink again, and she assured me emphatically, looking a little pale, and maybe even a little green, that she was done with drinking for a long, long time.

Since she’d been so honest with me I decided that the hangover was punishment enough, and let her slide on this one.



“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson about drinking too much?” I’d asked, fixing her with a crooked grin.



“Yes sir.” She’d responded, holding her head, and moaning in agony.



In any case, I’d have felt a little hypocritical punishing her after what a naughty boy I’d been.

The practical upshot of all this was that Sabine started spending a lot of time with her new mates.

Sleep overs, slumber parties, hair dying parties, clothes dying parties, girls night out, They had lots of names for them, but it all added up to me having the place to myself, a lot.



Sylvia became a regular fixture at my place.

In fact for a while there it got to where she was spending more time with me than at her own place.

She was more, or less my sex slave after that night I’d fucked her in my daughter’s room, on my daughter.

Now that I think about it, in the past she had always been the more daring, and kinky of the two of us, and I suppose that made her feel sexually dominant in the relationship, and that was not what she really wanted.

All of this left her feeling anxious, and unsatisfied, thinking that she and I could never get it together.



That first night when I’d throat fucked her so forcefully had made her reconsider, the night of the “sleep over” when I’d taken her every which way had almost convinced her, but later that morning when I’d fucked her hard whilst making her smell my passed out daughter’s pussy had made her want to submit to me completely.

It was as if now that I had proven myself more hardcore than she, I was somehow worthy of her worship.

Of course now that she considered me sexually dominant I had to stay ahead of her, and this was no mean feat, believe you me.



However, it kept me busy, and although I did often think about her, especially while ejaculating, I managed to keep my hands off of Sabine.

The situation continued well into the next school year, which was quite a relief actually.

My sexual attraction to her not withstanding, I really loved my daughter, and agonized over her mental, and emotional health.

I was still on the fence as to whether or not I’d already screwed her head up, but I felt pretty sure that if I did the things that I wanted to do with her, it wouldn’t be healthy, for either of us.

At least, that was my thinking at the time.



Sylvia and I had more threesomes that year than in the previous five years.

I noticed that she seemed to have come up with this policy of the younger, the better, and when I asked her about it, she said, “Do these concubines not please my lord?”



That was another kind of strange thing about Sylvia’s submission too me, she started using all this Elizabethan English, and calling me her lord.

At first it threw me a little, but in short order I grew to like it, a lot.

I mean there is just something kind of cool about knowing that you can grab a woman by the hair, pull out your cock, stick it in her face, commanding, “Pleasure me.”, and her response will be to say, “As is thy will my lord.” before giving you some of the most awesome head that anyone has ever had.



Did I mention that she was an English teacher? Oh my yes.

In point of fact she taught at Sabine’s school, but more on that later.

I only bring it up now to try and explain why she would think it was a cool idea to speak this way.

Of course she’d known all this stuff for years, but only now that she had decided to “serve” me had she thought that it was a good idea to employ it.

I want to call it her pathology, but that makes it sound like there was something wrong with her, and I gotta tell ya, from where I was sittin’, there was nothing wrong with her.



One night she brought over this cute blond with a tight little body, called Jenny, and she looked so young that I just had to ask her, “How old are you?”



“Nineteen.” She’d answered confidently, and something about the way she said it, almost insisting on it, made me doubt it.



We were alone on the sofa because as soon as we’d arrived, and the introductions were out of the way, Sylvia had announced, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” and left the room.



After asking her age I took a good look at her.

Sylvia had her dressed, (She liked to dress them for me) in the slutty schoolgirl outfit.

You know, the plaid skirt, little white shirt, unbuttoned, and tied just under the tits, with stockings, garters, and high heels.

She had a lean athletic body, with the cutest little A cups, and long slender legs.

Her hair was in pigtails, and I swear to god that she actually had braces on her teeth.

Maybe she was nineteen, but she looked a lot younger, and as much as I feel like a pervert for admitting this, it really turned me on to think that she very well could be younger than Sabine.



“So,” I asked, fixing her with a wry smile. “You ever been in a threesome with a man, and a woman before?”



“Nope.” She quipped, smiling, and blushing a little. “First time.”



“Well,” I said, smiling a little broader, and stretching my arm out on the sofa behind her. “We’ll try, and make it memorable for you.”



She blushed, and giggled, then looked up as Sylvia reentered the room wearing my red silk robe that barely covered her bottom, and didn’t really cover her front.

It was one of my standing orders in action.

As soon as she’d made it clear that she was more or less under my command, I’d insisted that from then on whenever she entered my home she was to strip immediately, she could wear the red robe, or nothing at all, to which she happily complied



As she stood in the doorway, the way the robe draped over her full breasts cast the rest of her body in shadow.

“What?” she asked, and then leaned on the door frame so that the robe slid open revealing one of her voluptuous breasts, her nicely tanned tummy, and her clean shaven labia.

I was the only person allowed to shave her by the by, another one of my orders.



“You two haven’t started without me?” she teased, regarding us with a big grin.



At this Jenny burst into a hysterical fit of giggles, and blushed such a cute shade of red that I couldn’t help but chuckle a little myself.

Sylvia gracefully crossed the room, and sat down on the other side of Jenny, saying, “Aw, are we feeling shy?”

She had placed her one arm over mine at the back of the sofa while she gently caressed Jenny’s thigh with the other hand.



Jenny giggled again, and said, “Yes miss, I’m sorry, I mean Sylvia.” as she turned even redder.



Sylvia ran her hand up Jenny’s body, slipped a hand into her shirt, and was gently massaging one of her pert little titties as she said sweetly, “It’s okay honey; you don’t have to be shy.”



Jenny giggled again, bit her lip, darted me a few furtive glances, and then turned an even deeper shade of red before managing to get, “I know.” out of her mouth.



She began to moan softly in between giggles as Sylvia continued to play with her perky little breast, and began delicately kissing the side of her face.

I decided that it was time to get to it, so I unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock.

Jenny looked over, and then yelped in surprise at seeing my hard, naked penis, and then tentatively reached for it, drawing her hand back before giggling even more.

“It’s okay baby.” Sylvia whispered in her ear, grasping her hand, and placing it on my thick meat.

My cock twitched at her touch, and she squealed, then started panting in an irregular pattern as she tested her grip, exploring the shape, and texture of my penis, staring at it as if she’d never seen one before.

This whole situation was turning me on so much that when she gave me a good squeeze, a little stream of precum flowed out of the tip of my cock, and onto her hand.

“Oh my god, are you cumming?” she exclaimed.

Sylvia, and I both laughed, and I said, “No sweetie, that’s just lube.”

“I-I didn-didn’t know guy-guys did that to-to-too.” Jenny stuttered as Sylvia slid her hand down, and started rubbing her pussy through her little white cotton panties.

I untied her shirt, leaned over, and took one of her hard little nipples into my mouth, suckling as she began slowly stroking my cock.

“God this is-is hot.” Jenny panted as Sylvia, and I both went to work on her.

I could see, and smell her sweet young juices soak through her panties as Sylvia’s nimble fingers gently, yet firmly played over her little vagina.

Her breath became quick, and shallow as I massaged her tiny breast with my hand whilst continuing to lick, and suck on her hard little nipple.

Sylvia then slipped her arm down off of the back of the sofa, grasped the back of Jenny’s head, pulling her over, and thrusting her tongue into Jenny’s mouth.

I leaned back from her chest to watch them kiss, and the way that Sylvia purred with pleasure, as Jenny moaned in an excited, almost frightened tone, somehow made her hand feel even nicer as it jacked me off.

Sylvia looked over at me as she broke from their kiss, and then pointed Jenny’s head at my crotch.

“Look at that fat juicy cock in your hand.” she said in a salacious voice, looking me in the eye, “Why don’t you give it a kiss pet.”

She blushed, and giggled again, then bit her lip as Sylvia gently guided her head toward my throbbing tool.

I placed my hand with Sylvia’s on the back of Jenny’s head, and looked down to see her looking up at me as her soft lips planted a sweet sucking kiss on the tip of my penis.

I smiled down at her, and she giggled again before sticking her tongue out, and licking the head of my cock, rubbing, and stroking it, again, as if she were exploring new territory.

Before long she took the head into her mouth, suckling gently as she pumped the shaft with her hand, cooing softly.

Sylvia slid down on the floor in front of us.

“Yeah, that’s it.” she panted eagerly.