Chapter 2

After Sybil flashed me - and I was sure she had intentionally flashed me - things got even more ... comfortable ... when the girls were around. As they got older, their pajamas got thinner and more like lingerie instead of pajamas. Some outfits consisted of tops and panties ... panties that fit very snugly between the legs ... panties that almost displayed, rather than hid the treasures within them.

It was delightful, except for the fact that Amber joined right in and scampered around in next-to-nothing outfits just like the rest of the girls.

It was at this point that I finally noticed that Alex was still welcome in the gabfests that went on during sleepovers. Of course his attire was a lot more conservative, consisting usually of a pair of running shorts or his swim trunks and a tank top. I reflected on that one night when the whole group - six girls and Alex - crammed themselves into the hot tub, with the radio playing next to them, loud enough that I went out and turned it down.

"Party pooper!" called out one of the girls. Another one shushed her in that special way that makes an adult's radar flare. I looked to see one of the girls was topless.

"Oops!" she said, as soon as she realized I was looking at her. She lifted her bikini top up and covered her breasts with it, as if it had somehow just come loose and fallen ... accidentally. But my man radar told me it hadn't been accidental, and I perked up instantly. I looked at Alex, who was on the opposite side of the tub from this girl, whose name was Janice. And he was talking to the girl next to him, who happened to be Sybil. His arm was around her. Well, I should say his left arm was around her. His right arm was around a girl named Amanda. But both hands were lying limply on the edge of the tub, as opposed to actually gripping a girl ... you know what I mean? It looked very innocent and harmless.

So I ignored my man radar while Janice put her top back on and tied it up. I stood there for a few seconds and they went on talking, ignoring me.

That same night, when they all came inside, Sybil came up to me, her suit wet and clinging, and obviously not designed for swimming, because her nipples poked right through it.

"Can I use your shower again tonight?" she asked.

Sounds innocuous ... right? Except for the fact that none of the girls had ever asked me if they could use my shower. They just did it.

And my man radar flared again, and I said "Sure." And then, for some reason I still don't understand, I said "I'll be reading again, so pay special attention to your towel."

I was reading, in fact, when she came out of my bathroom. And she had paid special attention to the towel.

It was wrapped firmly in a turban around her hair. Other than that, she was gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully, stark naked. She stopped, facing me, one leg off to one side with the toe pointing out, and her hand on her hip.

"I was afraid it would just fall off again," she said calmly.

"I see," I managed to choke out.

She stayed there. "And, after all, you've seen me before."

"I have," I agreed.

I completely forgot I was wearing a pair of running shorts myself. My book prevented me from seeing what I should have felt happening. Then I did feel it happening. About that time I saw her eyes dip to my groin. I laid the book down and there it was, a six inch tent in my shorts.

"You're a dirty old man, Mr. Cee," said Sybil, calmly.

It was the fact that she was that calm that calmed me down. I mean it was obvious she was doing this on purpose. And I had no idea what she actually had in mind, but I was in no hurry to get her to leave this time.

"Thanks to you," I said.

She smiled. "I like the way you look at me."

"You're insane," I said. "I sure hope you don't do this to the boys."

"Of course not," she said, carelessly. "Not all of them, anyway. But you're different. You're special."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because you're Amber's daddy," she said, simply.

"Oh," I said.

"You don't understand now," she said. "But someday you will. I have to go now. You got me all excited."

And with that she turned and sauntered out the door.

I got up and followed, sticking my head out the doorway and watching those ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away. She turned a corner and I heard Alex's bass voice say "Damn, Sybil!" It was like his tone of voice was surprised, but not because she was naked. It was more like he was surprised she was so casual about being naked. She said something, but it was too low to understand and then I didn't hear anything else. I should have followed them, as I found out later. It would have been very entertaining. But I didn't.

Instead I closed the door and stood there, already masturbating.

It took less than a minute before I spurted.

I don't want to make it sound like there were naked teenaged girls running around my bedroom on a regular basis. It wasn't like that at all. Nor were there girls having "accidents" in the hot tub all the time. Over the months and years however, our house became more and more a place where Amber's considerable group of friends spent a lot of time hanging out. What that means is that it wasn't at all odd for a girl to sleep over. I'm not talking about a group of them, staying up late and tearing up the kitchen and taking showers in my bathroom. That still happened, but no more frequently than before.

Rather, it became common for there to be an extra person at the table in the evening, and Amber would casually say "Linda's sleeping over tonight, Daddy." Or Sharon, or Beth, or Brandi, or whoever. Most of those nights I couldn't even tell the difference. Amber had a TV in her room, and she and her friend would disappear in there not to be seen until morning.

But that wasn't always the case. It was always hardest on me - in more than one way - when the girl who stayed over was Brandi or Sybil. That's because both of them progressed to hugging me whenever they came over. And those were difficult hugs, because whoever was responsible for supplying them with good hugs was falling down on the job. I knew that because when they hugged me, it was always an intense, very personal hug, with a lot of feeling in it.

I'm not talking about a general clench, with some patting on the back here. They gripped me, pressing their tender, young bodies hard to mine, and their hands moved over my back, roaming around like they were searching to see if I was wearing an FBI wire or something. And their faces would tuck into my neck, and breathe hot breath on me while whatever body wash they used wafted into my nose. Those scents were almost magical, because they entered my nose and went straight to my prick, filling it up to bursting. They knew it too.

I knew this because they always pressed their hot, teen loins hard against mine ... with a little grind thrown in for good measure.

Of course I knew they were flirting with me. And the pervert in me loved it. But I also knew better than to pursue anything with either of them. I was pretty sure they'd let me get away with copping a feel, but all that would do was get me frustrated, and if that wasn't okay with them, then it could cause real problems.

So, when Brandi or Sybil came over, I spent a lot of time in my room. I always had a good book lying around, and those two girls were responsible for me reading dozens of them.

It's important that you know, though, that I also had my own computer in my room, safely passworded so my kids couldn't see what I had on it. That was critical, because what I had on it were hundreds of pictures of girls and women, culled from various tumblr sites. I used them as masturbation aids.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that with all those luscious young girls running around my house, sometimes in next to nothing, that I had plenty of mental images to call on to beat off to. And you're right. I did have images of girls running through my brain when they were around.

The problem was that one of those images was that of my own daughter, who was just as hot as all the rest of them.

So I used my library of tumblr girls to take my perverted mind off my daughter. I didn't mind imagining fucking Brandi or Sybil. That was no problem, especially since they ground their young pussies against me every time they came over. But I couldn't think of them without thinking of Amber, lying right beside them.

So I spent a lot of time trolling tumblr sites, looking for new additions to add to my sordid collection.

It was, in fact, while I was doing just that, that I came upon a picture of Sybil, naked as a jaybird, right there on a tumblr site called g3O66pussy.tumblr.com.

I stared at Sybil. It was obviously her. She had the fabric of a bikini hanging from her hand, and I recognized that bikini fabric. I'd seen her in that bikini countless times. She was standing full on to the camera, with her feet shoulder's width apart. That delicious eleven-year-old looking bare pussy was fully on display, and her nipples were hard and thrusting. The look on her face was like she was saying "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go out on the street and fuck the first man I see."

Then I recognized the hot tub she was standing in front of.

It was mine.

That picture had been taken at my house.

I found three more pictures of Sybil on that site. There were two more of her by the hot tub. In one she was wearing the whole bikini, and in the other only the bottoms. If you put all three of the "bikini pictures" together, they made a short series. The other one was of her lying on my daughter's bed, naked, her knees drawn up and wide apart in welcome. Her pussy lips, which were pale white in all the other pictures, were red and inflamed in this one. Instinct told me she had just been fucked, and that's why those pussy lips were so red and swollen. But that was impossible! Nobody got fucked on my daughter's bed!

I sat there, thinking, looking at the girl in the picture. My hands went through the automatic motions of saving the pictures to my special fantasy directory.

I thought about the boys who came to our house. There was really only one, Alex's best friend, a kid named Danny Fitzimmons, who I had known for at least five years. He stayed over some nights, but not when any of Amber's friends were there. And in any case, he only stayed over every other month or so. Somehow that just didn't jive with being the guy who had fucked Sybil's tender pussy lips all red like that.

I chided myself for having a wild imagination. Then I looked at the picture again. I pulled the other picture of her with a bare pussy up and put them side by side. I wasn't imagining things. Those lips had been mauled and abused, making them red instead of white.

I looked at the rest of her. Her left hand was draped carelessly across her flat belly. I peered at the fingers, and realized they looked shiny ... like they were wet. With an incredible sigh of relief, I realized she had masturbated. That's what had made those pussy lips all red. Yes! It was just that she had masturbated!

I realized I was shaking, and that this shaking was a result of the relief I felt that Sybil hadn't been fucked after all. If anybody was going to fuck that girl, it should be me! I stared at those red pussy lips ... which should be red because I had fucked her good and proper.

I reached for my cock, and started stroking.

I realized, in the aftermath of an intense orgasm, that I needed to get a grip. I had just been through a major psychological ordeal, all because my perverted nature was taking all this much too seriously. Girls Sybil's age got fucked all the time. Most girls her age got fucked, in fact. It was normal in this day and age for girls her age to be sexually active, and it shouldn't have come as a shock to me that she might pose for nudie shots. After all, she was very comfortable at my house. Of course she was stupid in the extreme for putting these pictures on line. That was something that couldn't be undone. I'd bet her pictures had already been reblogged on hundreds of sites.

I went back to g3O66pussy.tumblr.com again and opened each of her pictures in a new tab. I had already saved all of them, but now I wanted to see who else in the pervert community had "liked" her picture. I knew that meant they had saved it and put it on their own site too. I also looked to see where the pictures had originated when whoever ran g3O66pussy.tumblr.com copied them and put them in his or her blog.

All of them were dated just fifteen days ago, and all of them came from a blog called nastyhotbitch.tumblr.com.

I went there.

And within ten minutes, my world had fallen apart.

They were all there. Brandi ... Sybil ... Janice ... Leslie ... Amanda ... Brittney ... even mousy, shy little Linda, who was only fourteen! All of them were in various stages of undress. All of them were there nude. All of them were there in sexually explicit poses. And some of them were being fucked.

Amanda's was the first one I saw like that. She was facing the camera, lying on her right side, with her left leg raised high. There was a guy behind her, with his left hand cupping her left breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, and his penis plugged securely into her pussy. She had a vapid grin on her face, like she was stoned. There were other naked bodies in the picture, around the periphery. I recognized one of them as being Brandi. In that picture she had her hand on her pussy, like she was rubbing there. The others didn't have heads.

This was taking place on my daughter's bed.

Then I found others. There had been more than one male in my house, unknown to me, fucking the teenaged girls my daughter invited over. I found a picture of Amanda, on all fours, looking at the camera between her legs, while a black penis penetrated her. You could only just tell that because the black balls hanging down, full of sperm, partially obscured the scene of the crime.

There were other pictures involving this black man too, as well as white pricks that penetrated the girls.

I was stunned. I was so stunned that it never occurred to me that Alex was black, and in the house all the time.

And I kept finding more and more pictures, which kept me off balance.

There was another one of Sybil, lying back limply, her legs carelessly spread. It was obvious she'd been fucked this time, because her abused pussylips were gaping open where they had been spread by a penis, only recently withdrawn. I couldn't see the thick white spunk he had deposited in her, but I knew it was there, deep inside. I was suddenly livid!

And then ... the unimaginable happened. I paged down and there, right in the middle of the page, was my baby girl ... my Amber ... naked ... facing the camera, perched on a set of black hips like a cowgirl riding a horse.

Except the "saddle horn" on this black steed was stuffed right up inside my daughter's belly. The camera had caught her either on the way up, or the way down, because there were about two inches of black penis that weren't inside her pussy.

I felt like I'd swallowed a pallet of bricks. She looked happy. Black hands were on her breasts, pinching her shockingly pink nipples, which I hadn't seen since she was about ten. They were a lot bigger now ... turgid ... adult looking. I could see the belly of the black man, but not his head or face.

I was astonished to see that her pubic hair had been trimmed into a sharply defined V shape, like an arrow pointing to where she was being fucked by some black bastard's prick. Not that I was being racist. It wouldn't have mattered if that cock was purple, I'd have been just as irate.

And that was the point at which I realized my own prick was diamond hard ... which meant that I was even more of a pervert than I had ever dreamed I was.

But I was still mad, so mad that I snapped, in one sense. It's not like I planned on beating my daughter or anything, but I snapped in terms of thinking things through before I acted.

Which is why I stood up, and then stomped to my door. I jerked it open and marched through the house to Amber's room. Her door was open, which was good, because I wouldn't have knocked. I stamped into her room to find her sitting at her student desk, probably doing homework. I pointed at her door.

"Get your ass in my room this instant!" I thundered.

I'm guessing my face was purple with rage, because she didn't say a word. She just stood up and went out her door. I followed. She knew where my room was, of course, and she walked in through the open door. It so happened the computer was on the wall opposite the door, so it was right there for her to see. Her picture was there, full screen. She couldn't miss it. She stopped as I came in the door behind her.

"Shit!" she said softly.

"Shit?" I croaked. "That's all you have to say?"

She turned to face me. The look on her face was peculiar, in the sense that there wasn't a shred of guilt being displayed.

"Wait here," she said firmly. She walked past me and out the door. I whirled.

"What?" I yelled. I was incredulous ... paralyzed by her brazen behavior. I started out the door, only to find her looking over her shoulder at me.