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 Summary: Daddy Peter has a confession to make to his friend Daddy Frank. 
It turns out that both daddies have been naughty with each other's little
girl.  Talking about it gets them both turned on once again and they face
huge temptation to stimulate each other the way they did in Truth or Dare.
But before they can really consumate their lustful urges, the daddies are
rudely interrupted.

   Daddy's Diary pt.  11 by DaddyOh!  (Mf, MM) (April 2009)

   This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  If you are under 18, do not
read.  Send feedback to: daddyoh@tempting.com

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   Several days passed after my clandestine encounter with Amber.  As has
become the norm, my brain and my penis remained in an ongoing battle of
wills.  My brain continually told me that what I was engaging in was wrong
on so many levels and could lead only to disaster.  However, my penis
continued to get hard anytime I thought about what it felt like to fuck
Amber or Dylan.  And most of the time, the smaller head won the battle.

   I received an email from Peter yesterday saying he needed to talk and
asking me to come over after dinner.  When I got there his was the only car
in the driveway.  He greeted me at the door and led me down to his home
office, where I couldn't help recall was where he and I first jerked off
together watching the video of our girls that started all the craziness we
were in the midst of.  I was of course curious about what Peter wanted to
talk about.  He got right to the point.

   "Frank, there's something I really need to talk to you about," he began.
"It's not something I feel good about...well, at the time it...I just...I
don't know, I..."

   "Pete, it's o.k.," I said reassuringly.  "What is it?" He took a breath
and continued.

   "Frank, I was with Dylan a couple of days ago." He waited to see how I
would react.  I was pretty sure he didn't know I had been with Amber, which
was probably why he seemed so nervous.  But I thought it best to let him
continue.  I simply nodded indicating he should go on.  "I feel so guilty,
Frank.  I feel like I should have told you or, asked you or something.  But
I swear, she came to me!  I didn't seek her out!" A big wave of déjà 'vu
hit me at that point.

   "Really, Peter?  What happened?" I asked, trying to mask a host of
feelings, some good and some not as good.  He took a deep breath and
proceeded with his story.

   "Do you remember Dylan sleeping over at our house a few days ago?" I
nodded.  In fact, I remembered it was just the other night...the evening of
the day I had fucked Amber in the townhouse.  "Well, I'm not sure what time
it was, but I know I had been sound asleep when I felt, you know...sexual
arousal."

   "A hard-on," I chimed in.

   "Right.  And you know, that happens sometimes.  And I was still asleep,
so I wasn't even thinking.  I was just aware of it.  But the feeling
kept-up and it started waking me up.  As I came to consciousness, I could
tell that I was being stroked.  I thought at first that I was dreaming. 
Then I figured that Samantha had woken up and felt amorous and that she was
starting something."

   "But she wasn't, I gather?"

   "No, it wasn't Sam." I was starting to get a sense of where this was
going.  "As I became more aware, I felt that the blankets were off me, that
my dick was sticking out of the front of my boxers, and that it was being
slowly stroked." He paused to take another deep breath.  "Then I realized
that Sam was sound asleep next to me.  When that reality sunk-in I became
instantly awake.  And as my brain came out of the fog, I realized that
Dylan was kneeling next to my side of the bed.  It was pretty dark, but
there was moonlight shining in the window.  I knew right away it was her.
She must have uncovered me and taken it out of my shorts and she was
looking at me while she jerked it."

   "Holy shit," I responded, unable to think of anything else to say.

   "I know.  I was shocked enough that she was there doing it.  But then it
hit me that Samantha was right there.  I mean, I knew it.  But then I was
like, 'SHIT!  My daughter's best friend...her YOUNG best friend is playing
with my cock while my WIFE is asleep next to me!' I wanted to ask Dylan
what the hell she was doing, but I was afraid I would wake Sam up."

   "No kidding.  Wow, Pete.  I don't know what to say." My eloquence was
still intact.  "What did you do?"

   "I was afraid to say anything out loud, so I whispered as best I could,
asking her what she was doing.  Dylan just started jerking me harder.  I
was so confused.  I took her hand to stop her so I could figure out why she
was there." Peter seemed to be recollecting the moment.  "When I put my
hand on Dylan's, she stopped jerking but still held my dick firmly in her
hand.  I realized that it felt really, really good.  I had a flash of
sanity and I almost stopped her.  But then I let out a sigh and started
moving her hand again.  I feel like such an idiot, Frank."

   "It's o.k., Pete.  Really." He looked at me, still seeming nervous.  I
wondered whether I should tell him about Amber, but I decided to wait. 
"So, what happened then?"

   "She jerked me harder, for another minute or so.  Then she leaned her
face close to me and whispered in my year.  'Daddy Peter...I can't stop
thinking about you.  I want you inside me.  I want you inside me right
now.' She moved like she was gonna climb on top of me.  As great as her
hand felt, I knew it would be totally insane to do it right there with her,
with Sam in the same damned bed!  I mean, she's a pretty sound sleeper, but
shit!"

   "Yea, that would be pretty risky."

   "Damn right.  I was still afraid to talk, but since she was so close I
could at least whisper, 'Dylan...no way!  Not with Samantha right here. 
NO!' She made kind of a whiny, pouty little noise which I have to say was
really sexy.  Then she whispered that she wanted to be my little slut.  And
that if I wouldn't fuck my little slut, then she would have to give me a
blowjob right next to my wife."

   I got a weird feeling about Dylan telling Peter she wanted to be his
slut.  I'll admit a few brief pangs of jealousy.  But those didn't last
long.  What did register was the fact that Amber, who often acted like a
little slut, didn't want to be treated that way by me when she wanted me to
make love to her.  And now, Dylan, the non-slutty one wanted to be Peter's
slut.  It didn't seem like this could be coincidence.

   "So what did you do?" I asked Peter.

   "There wasn't much I could do, really.  She got up off of her knees and
moved toward the foot of the bed.  I got nervous as hell when she put one
of her legs on the bed so she could get in position.  Sam stirred, but kept
snoring a little, so I knew she was still asleep.  Then Dylan, well...she
gave me a blowjob.  And Frank, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but it
was mind-blowing."

   "Really?"

   "Oh, yea.  I know she hasn't done as much as Amber, but...oh, I
shouldn't say these things..."

   "It's really o.k., Pete.  But what?"

   "I was going to say, she hasn't done as much with guys as Amber, but she
sure knows how to suck." I couldn't help but chuckle.  "I'm so sorry,
Frank. I feel so guilty.  Dylan sucked me off in my bed, next to Samantha.
With the other kids in the house!  What's wrong with me?" I couldn't leave
him on the guilt hook any longer.

   "Pete, seriously...I don't mind at all.  And I totally understand."

   "You don't?  I mean, you do?  I mean...shit...it's really o.k.?"

   "Yes, it's really o.k....for two reasons."

   "Yea?  What reasons, Frank?"

   "Well, first, because I have a confession to make too." He looked as
curious and shocked as I must have when he started his story.

   "What is it?"

   "I was with Amber, on the same day you were with Dylan."

   "You were?  No shit?  When?"

   "It was during the day.  As a matter of fact, Pete, Amber showed-up at
my house that morning.  She was there when I got out of the shower.  And I
got a blowjob too.  And it was also pretty mind-blowing."

   "Are you kidding me?"

   "Nope.  I'm not kidding.  But I do feel maybe a little more guilty than
you, because Amber arranged for us to be together that afternoon.  And we
did.  We were together."

   "And you did?  And you, had sex with her?"

   "Yes, Pete.  I'm sorry too.  And yes, I made love to her.  I made love
to Amber."

   "Wow.  This is unbelievable." He paused to think about something.  "So,
you really do understand." I nodded.  "But, you said there were two reasons
why my doing that with Dylan was o.k.  What's the other reason?"

   "Well, Pete...um, let me show you." I leaned back on the sofa and pulled
one of my knees up on the cushion.  I then proceeded to unzip my fly and I
took out a big hard-on.  "This is the other reason.  It made me really
horny to hear about it." Peter looked incredulous.

   "I guess it did make you horny.  Um, telling you about Dylan kind
of...well..."

   "Care to join me, Pete?" He smiled, finally seeming to relax.  He leaned
back on his end of the couch just as I had and repeated my action. 
Shortly, we were facing one another, each with our erection pointing up
from our laps.  "This is kind of familiar, huh?"

   "Yes, I guess it is.  This could be habit forming, you know?" He put his
hand at the base of his shaft and started squeezing.

   "I know what you mean," I replied as I did the same.

   "So, what else happened with Amber?" His prick seemed to spasm a little
when he said his daughter's name.

   "She took me to some townhouse Sam is selling.  And...well, she wanted
me to make love to her."

   "Is that what she said?  'Make love to her?'"

   "Yea.  I thought it was kind of funny.  Dylan asking to be your slut,
and Amber asking me to make love to her.  In fact, she was really clear
that she didn't really want to be called 'slut' or 'whore' that time."

   "That does seem kind of strange.  So, how was it?  You know, making love
to my daughter?" His hand began wandering up and down his dick as he asked
that.  I mimicked his actions as I began to speak.

   "Are you sure you want to hear?" Pete nodded.  "It was incredible. 
She's so beautiful.  And she wanted me to take my time.  And I did.  I took
my time kissing all over her gorgeous body." Pete closed his eyes, pulled
the skin way down his shaft and moaned when I said that.  "You like hearing
about that?  You like hearing about how I kissed your daughter's big
beautiful ass and her incredible tits?" Pete looked right at me this time,
stroking harder.

   "I love it Frank.  I love hearing about how you did it with my daughter.
Did you like hearing that your daughter gave me a blowjob?"

   "Oh, fuck yes, Pete.  I loved it.  Tell me more about it."

   As Peter went into detail about how Dylan licked his shaft, kissed his
balls and deep throated him, I was in ecstasy.  I loved hearing about Dylan
acting like a slut.  And I found it incredibly exciting that she sucked
Peter off with Samantha in bed next to him.  But something else had
captured my interest as well...Peter's cock.  This was the third occasion I
had seen it.  The first time we jerked off together in this very room.  The
next time we were playing games with the girls.  That time I touched it and
even put it in my mouth.  I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to do that
again.

   "It feels good to do this together again, doesn't it?" I thought Pete
must have been reading my mind.  "Remember what we did when we were playing
Truth or Dare?" I did in fact remember.

   "Mm-hmm.  The girls made us take each other in our mouths."

   "Right.  We haven't talked about that since it happened.  Was it weird
for you?"

   "Well, yea, a little," I replied honestly.  "But..."

   "But what?  Did you like it?"

   "Ohhhhh, yes.  I feel like a bigger freak than ever.  But I liked it a
lot.  In fact, I would be lying if I said it didn't look really good to me
right now.  Talking about Amber and Dylan has me really, really horny, as
you can tell."

   "Yes, I can tell.  So, where did you shoot your cum, Frank?  Where did
you cum when you fucked my little Amber?" As he said this, he took big drop
of pre-cum from the tip of his glans with is finger and put it in his
mouth. Shit...I liked that.

   "I came in her pussy, Peter.  That's where she asked me to cum.  In her
sweet little pussy.  And by the way, what you just did was really
exciting."

   "I'm glad you like it.  I do that sometimes.  So, where do you think
Dylan took my load?"

   "I would guess she took your load of cum in her mouth.  Am I right?" I
was watching his hard cock as he answered.

   "Yes, that's right, Frank.  Your little girl sucked all the cum out of
my cock and she swallowed it.  Then she kissed me and I tasted it.  She
really does know how to act like a slut."

   "She seems to be learning, doesn't she?  Hey, Pete...I notice there's a
big drop of pre-cum on the tip of my dick just like there was on yours.  Is
there any chance you might want to..."

   Before I could finish my sentence, Peter had moved toward me and now had
his face near my big hard prick.  I squeezed the shaft upward and the drop
of clear liquid got fatter.  It was just about to slide down when Pete
stuck his tongue out.  He ran it a couple of inches up the underside of my
shaft and licked the pre-cum before it could descend.

   The feeling of his tongue on me was way too stimulating.  I wanted to
tell him to take my cock in his mouth...to start sucking me.  And that
then, I wanted...wanted really badly to suck his cock, all the way to
orgasm, tasting his big load of warm cum in my mouth.  But I couldn't say
that, could I?  We're not gay.  I know I'm not.  I LOVE girls so much.  In
fact, the only part of Pete I was interested in at all was his erection. 
And I suspected he felt the same.  I decided to do it.  Pete was poised
right there, tasting the pre-cum he had just tongued from my hard-on. 
'Suck it Pete...suck my cock, please...' That's all I had to say.  And I
was ready.

   Unfortunately, since Pete had gotten the new garage doors he had told me
all about, one could no longer hear if anyone had come home and drove the
car inside.  That's why neither of us heard Samantha arrive.  We had no
idea she had run out to the mall with Jackie and that they had stopped by
Sam and Pete's house to try on the things they had bought.

   So, in our wives came, only to find us on the couch, pants on the floor,
hard cocks out, and Pete between my legs with my dick pointed right at his
mouth.  Now what the hell were we supposed to do?

   END OF PART 11
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