Pretty soon she was quivering, and practically screaming as Sylvia brought her to orgasm yet again with her mouth, and it was a beautiful thing to behold.
As soon as she began to come down I couldn’t help but shove my cock into her mouth chanting, “Suck my cock little girl. Suck it good baby.” running my fingers through her hair, and slowly pumping my hips, as she gamely complied.
Things just went on from there, and needless to say we had a damn fine time together, in fact they tired me out to the point that when I finally woke up Sylvia was standing at the end of the bed fully dressed.
“Where’s Jenny?” I asked sleepily, looking around.
“I took her home already.” she chuckled, kicking her shoes off, and unbuttoning her shirt. “We sure wore you out didn’t we? But still, I’m impressed.”
“Well thank you.” I said with a crooked grin.
“No,” she laughed. “I’m impressed with the way you deflowered Jenny.”
She finished undressing, and hopped up on the bed with me, saying, “I think you’re ready.”
I pulled up the sheet, looked down at my rapidly swelling cock, and said, “Almost.” with a wry smile, and a waggle of my eyebrows.
“No silly.” she giggled, lightly slapping me on the chest. “I mean I think you’re ready for Sabine.”
I felt my throat tighten up, and I suddenly felt nervous, and agitated as I stuttered, “Wha-what-what are you, uh, talk, um, talking about?”
“Oh come on sweetie, don’t play dumb with me.” She scolded me humorously. “You want her, and she obviously wants you too. I mean,” she went on, chuckling. “Andy? How stupid do you think I am?”
My jaw dropped, and then slowly started moving up, and down. I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Sylvia filled the gap with, “Jenny was a stranger to you, and you treated her with a great deal of tenderness. I just think the Sabine would benefit from that kind of tenderness from her father, and…” I finally cut her off.
“Look, I’m not fucking my daughter!” I blurted out. “That’s just crazy.”
“Okay love.” she sighed. “I shan’t bring it up again, but if it’s not you, it’ll be someone who doesn’t love her nearly as much.”
Besides making me extremely nervous, all this talk about fucking Sabine was also making me very horny, so I threw Sylvia on her back, entered her forcefully, and started fucking her hard.
We both knew that there was more going on here than a simple morning quickie, but to her credit she just wrapped her legs around me, and fucked me back.
Even for what had become an intense sexual relationship, this was a really hot fuck, soon we were both panting hard as I thrust my throbbing cock into her fast, really pounding her pussy, and Sylvia had three orgasms before I finally filled her cunt with a big load of cum.
“Uuuugghh, uuuggghhh, uuuggghhh, uuuuggghhh.” I grunted as I emptied my seed into wet, flexing hole.
I finally collapsed on top of her feeling drained, and Sylvia wrapped her arms around my head, and squeezed me with her legs as she chuckled, “Well good morning!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit too as she pressed my face against her tits, and my cock nestled inside her cum filled pussy.
She rolled me over onto my back, and as our breathing began to slow she kissed my face, and whispered, “Fancy a coffee love?”
I nodded with a sigh, and my softening dick popped out of her, followed by a stream of cum.
Sylvia got up, and went into the kitchen.
I put my arms behind my head, trying hard not to think about my daughter Sabine, and how much I wanted her, but I wasn’t doing a very good job.
Sylvia came back in, handed me a cup of coffee, and then proceeded to lick the cum off of my cock, and balls.
I sipped my coffee as I watched her clean me off, and I smiled at how good I had it.
Once she’d finished she cuddled up next to me, and said, “Remember the other day when you said you might be looking for another job?”
It was true that I hadn’t been able to hustle up nearly as much free lance work as I had in previous years, and was seriously considering finding another source of income.
“Yeah, what about it?” I asked, giving her a sip from my cup.
“Well,” she began, seeming to measure her words. “I happen to know that among other things you also have a BS in physical education, and you may not know this, but the school is looking for another field hockey coach, and I think that would be perfect for you.”
“How so?” I inquired suspiciously.
“Sabine’s had such an active social life lately,” she explained. “and this would give you an opportunity to spend more time with her.”
“Sylvia.” I said warningly, but she cut me off.
“No, no, that’s not what I mean.” she corrected me. “This is her last year, and then it’s off to University. This will give you a chance to to spend some time together in a safe environment. I mean, you’ll be coaching her team. What could possibly happen?”
Looking back on it now I realize that, “What could possibly happen?” was practically the definition of famous last words, but at the time it seemed to make a lot of sense.
The fact was that I did miss spending time with Sabine, and this seemed like a great way to be more involved in her life without having to worry about my desire for her.
If I had known at the time where this would lead would I have taken the job?
I honestly can’t say, but the fact is that I did apply for, and with Sylvia’s help, was given tho position, which as it turned out, put me one huge step closer to taking my daughter Sabine.