Chapter 7

"Daddy," Amber said, suddenly almost growling. "Fuck me ... now! Fuck, my, pussy!" That got Peter's attention. On his next upward slide, he allowed the head of his erection to find Amber's hole. He moved his hips to position himself for entry into his daughter. Amber closed her eyes in anticipation of penetration by her dad. She could have moved back and forced Peter inside of her. But she waited. Peter held firmly to Amber's hips. Then slowly, he moved his own hips forward.

"Ooohhhhhh," Peter said as he exhaled slowly. He had entered Amber's pussy, perhaps by only an inch. He pulled back so that his dick was again just touching the outside of her lips.

"Oh, Daddy," Amber said through her own exhalation. Peter moved back toward her, now moving a few inches inside, then repeating his motion. "Oh, it's so good, Daddy." Again, he moved out, then back in, an inch more this time.

Dylan had moved toward me, nearing the edge of the bed. She was staring back at her best friend, who was being slowly but surely taken by her father. I noticed that Dylan's face was still wet in spots from licking my cum off of Amber's big tits just a minute or two earlier. Without saying a word, I reached out my hand and pulled her toward me. She stood facing me. I drew her close and began kissing her face, kissing my cum off of my daughter's beautiful face, and lips. She smiled as my lips moved across her cheek, stopping at her mouth, then moving to the other cheek, back to her mouth, down to her chin, then to her lips again until her face was clean.

We looked back at Peter and Amber. He had continued his slow movement, entering her a bit further each time. Both father and daughter were moaning softly as Daddy continued his very slow movements. I could tell that Peter was nearing full penetration of Amber's pussy. He grasped her hips and pulled her fully onto his hard-on, and he held her there firmly, his cock implanted all the way into her deep wet hole. Suddenly he opened his eyes and gasped. It looked as though he had seen felt something painful. Amber noticed that something had changed.

"Amber," Peter said with some urgency. "Are you ... uh, I'm not ... are you..."

"I'm on the pill, Daddy," Amber said with a big smile and a giggle. The tension melted from Peter's face and he smiled as well. That was the go-ahead he needed to begin fucking his daughter in earnest. Slowly but surely, he increased the speed of his thrusts. Not moving fast, but gradually quickening, in, out, in, out.

"Amber, Baby," Peter said. "You are so perfect. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen. I love being inside of you."

"Oh, Daddy," Amber replied, looking back over her shoulder, "This is the wildest fuck I've ever had."

"And how many did you say you had?" Peter inquired with a smirk on his face. "How many boys have you fucked?" Amber picked-up on her father's playful tone.

"I don't remember, Daddy," she said coyly. "But they weren't all boys."

"Really?" Peter said, continuing his motion in and out of her, but slowing slightly. "You mean girls too?"

"Um," Amber said, "Yes, there were girls. But I meant it wasn't only boys, Daddy. There were some, uh ... men too." She smiled wickedly at Dylan as she said this, then closed her eyes and put her head back. "MMMMmmm, aahhhhhh, yessss, Daddy ... yesssss."

"My little girl's been fucked by other men?" Peter said. "Not just boys? And not even just girls? You're a little slut, aren't you?" He gave the same wickedly pleasure-filled grin Amber had just flashed, but his was directed at me.

"Yes, Daddy," Amber replied. "I'm a little slut. I'm a little whore, Daddy!" Her energy increased. "And now I'm your little whore. I'm Daddy's little whore, right Daddy?"

"That's right, Amber Sweetie," Peter said, moving more quickly again. "You're Daddy's sweet, nasty little whore."

I was standing behind Dylan now, the back of her beautiful naked body pressed against mine. I had an arm draped around her chest and was holding her close as we watched Peter and Amber discover one another. I noticed Dylan's mini-camcorder and I reached over and picked it up. I held it over Dylan's shoulder, pointed it at the daddy/daughter couple on the bed, and pressed the record button.

"I wanna be your whore," Amber said breathily. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me like a little whore, Daddy! Fuck me like a little whore!" These words seemed to ignite Peter's passion. His rhythmic movements intensified as he began slamming his cock into Amber's pussy. Amber is so beautifully curvaceous and as Peter's pelvis slapped against her beautiful ass, small waves rippled through her fleshy butt and hips. Her big tits swung back and forth as her daddy made impact with her body.

I kept the camcorder pointed at the two as i set it down on the nightstand next to Dylan's bed. Peter had stopped his ramming of Amber from behind and he was laying her down and turning her over onto her back. He lowered himself over her and began to kiss her mouth and face.

"You're so beautiful, Amber Sweetheart!" Peter said as he kissed and kissed her. Eagerly she kissed him back. He kissed down her body. When he reached her boobs, she grasped them and held them together, pinching the nipples and offering them to him. He took each one in his mouth in turn and sucked it firmly. Amber began to moan as her daddy moved to her belly, then began kissing her vulva.

"I'm your little slut, Daddy," Amber said, more quietly now. "Eat my slut pussy, Daddy. Lick my Daddy's-slut pussy." Peter placed his mouth over Amber's wet hole. He had clearly put his tongue inside her because she began to writhe in pleasure.

I put my mouth near Dylan's ear and whispered to her, "Let's leave these two alone for a bit." I took her hand and led her from her room, across the hall to Jackie's and mine. Once in the hall, I could see a strange look on Dylan's face. Suddenly I snapped out of frenzied sexual fantasy mode and took stock of the situation. My teenage daughter and her friend had spent the last hour or two engaged in increasingly intense sexual activity, with their fathers. Had Dylan suddenly been overwhelmed by the enormity of what we were all doing? I couldn't blame her if she had. Clearly we had all gotten carried away and Peter and I had fallen far short of parental voices of reason.

"What's the matter, Sweetie?" I asked as we entered my bedroom. I gave ample space for her to consider the question and answer. She had a worried look on her young face.

"Daddy," she said hesitatingly, "I was thinking ... um ... I was wondering..." She wants to stop was what I figured. And of course, she was my first priority. I would simply get my feet back on the ground and put an end to this craziness.

"What is it, Sweetheart?" I asked as we both sat on the edge of her mother's and my bed. "Are things going a little too fast for you?" I wanted to help her get it out. I waited for a reply.

"No," she replied. "It's not that, Daddy. It's just ... well ... do you ... oh, I don't know." I told her that whatever it was, it was O.K. and she could tell me. "Well, O.K.," she began again. "You really like Amber, don't you, Daddy? I know you do. She's so beautiful and wild and crazy. I know you like her. I always see the way you look at her when she's over and stuff." I didn't know where she was going, but this wasn't what I expected her to say.

"Well, sure Honey," I said. "You know I like Amber a lot. She's part of our family. Daddy Peter and the whole family are like part of ours. We've always been like that."

"Yea," she continued. "But I mean, with all this stuff tonight. You seem to be really, into Amber. I don't blame you, Daddy. She has such a beautiful body. I mean, I love it! You really seemed to be having fun, playing with her tits and everything."

"Well sure, Dylan Honey," I said. "We've all been having fun. Tell me the truth now. Do you not want to do this? Do you want to stop? Because we can. All you have to do is say so and I'll make sure we don't go any further." At that moment we heard from Amber, across the hall. Apparently she didn't want to stop.

"Yes! Yes!" Amber screamed from Dylan's room. "Fuck me with that big dick, Daddy! I'm gonna cum for you! You're little whore's gonna cum for you, Daddy!" Dylan and I looked at each other and laughed. I then waited for her response to my question.

"No, Daddy!" Dylan said emphatically. "No, I'm totally up for this. I wanted it." I was really glad to hear that, for a variety of reasons. "It's just, Daddy, I'm not Amber." I waited for more. "I love her, you know, so much. She's like my sister. And so, so much more. But, I don't have a body like hers. I'm not so, I don't know, 'slutty' like her." I thought of the Truth or Dare game we had played earlier and how many guys Dylan admitted to making cum. "Well, not that I haven't acted kind of slutty at times."

"Dylan," I said. "What are you saying? Just tell me."

"O.K. Daddy," she said. "Do you want to be with me? You know, like you obviously wanted to be with Amber? I don't have big boobs like her or a big butt, I don't have streaked blond hair, I'm not a 'wild whore' like her. I'm just me." It finally dawned on me. Dylan was jealous of Amber.

I scooted up against the headboard of the bed and called Dylan to me. For the first time in many years, she climbed onto my lap. No easy task, since she's now an athletic teenager. And, because we were both naked. I put my arms around her and pulled her face close to mine.

"Sweetheart," I began, "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. This night has been crazier than crazy. And I know I've probably paid a lot of attention to Amber. And yes, Amber is all those things you said." I kissed her gently on the lips. "But Dylan Baby, you're so special and so hot. I had no idea until I saw you stripping on the video this morning. I mean, until then, I had never looked at you in that way. I mean, I think you have an amazing body, but I just never thought of you like that."

"Come on, Dad," she retorted. "I have the body of a 14 year old boy!"

"Oh, Dylan," I replied. "That's ... well ... let me put it this way." She laughed at my hesitation. "Dylan, you're just lean, not at all like Amber. But you have beautiful legs. You have a fantastic, tight butt. You don't have the biggest breasts." She snorted another laugh. "O.K., your breasts are pretty small. But it's just because you're so athletic. Your breasts are just part of who you are and they're awesome. They totally fit you. And I've known for a long time that you have awesome nipples, because I see them poking through your shirts all the time."

"Really?" she said with a grin.

"Really," I said. "And, my sweet little girl, you have the most adorable face I've ever seen. You are incredible, Dylan. I thought you were beautiful before today. And now I think you're incredibly sexy too." I kissed her again, more deeply this time.

"Oh, Daddy," she said, wrapping her arms around me tightly. she pulled back slightly and looked at me. "So, do you want to? With me?"

"Is that what you want, Baby?" I inquired.

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "I want you to be the first."

"So, you want me to take your cherry?" I asked.

"Well," she hesitated. "Not exactly. Amber and I broke each other's cherries a long time ago."

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"With a big dildo," she replied.

"Where did you get a big dildo?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know.

"From that box Mom keeps under the bed," Dylan said. "The one she thinks is a big secret." We both laughed. I also thought Jackie's box of sex toys was totally secret and private from the rest of the house. At that point Dylan scooted off my lap and faced me on her knees. "So, I don't have a cherry anymore. But I promise you, Daddy..." She took my hand and slowly guided it between her legs. "There has never been a dick in here." She placed my hand on her wet vagina and pressed it against her while leaning in to kiss me again. "Please take me, Daddy. Please be the first one inside me."