I drove Dylan back to school in silence. A single thought rotated through my brain: This perverted little romp we've been on is about to have some serious consequences. I dropped Dylan off and drove directly to Peter's office. I wasn't about to go into a conversation with Jackie and Dylan without knowing what had happened with "Daddy Peter" and my daughter.

I knew it was one of Peter's days to be in his office. I considered calling first, but then I quickly realized that it would be better to start and finish this conversation face-to-face. I know his secretary from having been to his workplace before. She remembered me and immediately told Peter I was there. I didn't have to start anything. He started the talking for me.

"Frank!" he said as he waved me in his office, getting up and closing the door behind me. "Come on in. Sit." He gestured to the sofa near the window. He took the chair across from it. "I'm so glad you're here, Frank. I've really been wanting to talk to you."

"Really? How come?"

"Oh, Man..." Peter said, looking at the floor. "Frank, I'm so sorry. I haven't been completely honest about something."

"Really?" I tried to seem legitimately curious. In truth, I was really surprised Frank had kept from me that he had sex with Dylan. After all, I told him I had made love to Amber. I don't know why he would have thought it was that big a deal for him to do the same with my daughter...even if she asked him to keep it secret.

"Yes," he continued. "Frank, when Dylan was over...when I told you about the blowjob she gave me in the bedroom..."

"Yes, what about it, Pete?" He sighed heavily.

"Well, that wasn't the end of it." He looked up to see my reaction and I gave my best poker face. "I, uh...I had sex with her." He continued to wait, trying to read me.

"Is that right?" I pondered his confession for a moment. "Well, why wouldn't you tell me that, Pete? I mean, I told you that I had been with Amber. I told you everything. So when Dylan told me you fucked her later, I couldn't begin to figure out why you would keep that from me."

"I...what? Dylan told you?" I tried to look cool as I nodded. "Oh, Frank, I really am so sorry. She made me promise not to tell you. She made such a big deal out of it. I know I should have...I just, I don't know. Somehow she made me...I wanted to...I don't know." He looked genuinely sorry and like he truly had no rational explanation. Of course these days, I'm often without rational explanation for some of my exploits too.

"I'm guessing that you were kind of, in her spell? Wrapped around her finger?" I knew very well what that was like, having experienced it not a half hour before with Dylan in my car.

"Yes! That's it exactly!" Pete looked relieved that I seemed to understand. "I just got caught up in it, Frank. After she, you know...sucked me off...she said she had to be with me more and she begged me to come downstairs to see her later. I just couldn't resist."

"I get that feeling, Pete."

"And I did. An hour or so later I was lying there awake just thinking about her. I thought maybe I wouldn't go. I was so afraid I would get caught. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. So, I went. She was in my office, sitting in my chair. Naked."

"I can see how that would get your attention." He flashed a nervous smile.

"That's for damn sure. I closed the door and went over to her. She practically jumped out of the chair and leapt into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me and started kissing my neck and biting my ear. And she started begging me to...to fuck her...to fuck her like a little slut." His story was matching Dylan's quite well.

"And what did you do?"

"Well, I couldn't resist. I gave her what she wanted. But here's the thing..." I thought this would be interesting. "She got me so worked up again. She told me to call her 'bitch' and 'little whore' and 'cumslut'…stuff like that. And the more I did, the more turned-on she got. I'm telling you, she was literally begging and begging me to fuck her. I was so hot for her, Frank. So I was just about to do it. She was on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide apart and she was pulling me down to her. And then she said again that I had to promise totally that I wouldn't tell you. And she said that if I did, not only could I not fuck her, but she would tell Samantha."

"She really turned the tables on you, huh?"

"Yes, Frank. I couldn't not...I'm sorry, but I couldn't NOT fuck her. She was begging me to fuck her and make her cum and in the same breath saying that I couldn't fuck her unless I swore not to tell you."

"I get it, Pete. I'm sure I would have done the same thing." Relief was finally sinking in for him. Unfortunately I knew it wouldn't last when I told him the real news I had come to share.

"I'm so glad you can see that, Frank. Well anyway, here's the worst part, I guess." He looked to the floor again. I had a feeling I might have a general sense of what was coming. "I feel so stupid. I wanted her so badly. She was...just so...perfect, right under me, with her legs spread..."

Peter paused to look at me again, checking to see if hearing these details about my daughter was making me uncomfortable. In truth, I knew exactly how he felt. It wasn't long before that I had been telling Pete about fucking his daughter. After all the things we've been doing, it would seem that we'd know that most anything we did with Amber or Dylan was o.k., as long as it wasn't against their will, of course. But I knew just how awkward it felt to tell your friend how incredible it was to put your cock in his teenage daughter. In fact, if it weren't for the troubling punch-line I had to deliver, I probably would have been getting an erection about that time.

"It's O.K. Pete. Go on."

"Well, I couldn't wait. I promised and promised I wouldn't tell you. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she finally believed me. And that she was ready to...ready for me. So I lowered myself onto her. I slid my dick over her very wet pussy. I thought I might shoot my load on her flat belly and to tell you the truth, I might not have minded. But I really wanted what Dylan wanted. To fuck. So, I put my dick where it wanted to go. I wasn't in more than a half inch when a scary thought occurred to me. 'Are you on birth control, Dylan Honey?'" Yes, I did know where he was going.

"'Um...no, Daddy Peter. But, I'm really sure I can't get pregnant right now.' I know I shouldn't have done it, Frank. Everything in me told me not to trust that...to just pull back and cum on her stomach and her flat little chest. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn't help it. I didn't ask any more. I took her word for it. I didn't understand exactly why she thought she couldn't get pregnant, but I took that chance."

"Uh-huh," I grunted. "And?"

"Oh, Frank...it was like nothing I've ever done. I swear, her little pussy just pulled my hard-on inside and started squeezing it. And she just went nuts. A couple of times I had to tell her to keep it down because I was afraid she would wake somebody upstairs. She kept saying 'Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy Peter! Oh...I'm your little slut whore! Fuck me like your whore, Daddy!' I thought we all had some wild times in the last few weeks, Frank. But this was the topper for me."

"I'll bet it was, Pete. And let me guess what happened in the end. You thought maybe you should pull out, but Dylan kept up her begging and wouldn't let you. She said you had to cum inside her. Is that about right?" Pete looked puzzled.

"Well, yea. Pretty much. She said she could cum really hard if I would shoot it in her and she said again she really didn't think there was any way she could get pregnant. So, I did it. And man, she did cum hard. And so did I...but wait a minute, Frank. How do you know that's what happened?" Then it was Pete's turn to have a sense of the direction this was going. He looked at me, suddenly horrified. His description of the height of sexual ecstasy with my young daughter took a huge swan dive off a cliff. "Frank...she's not..."

"I'm afraid so, my friend. Daddy's little slut is pregnant." His look said it all. It was a mixture of fear, regret, anxiety, pain. It was one of those times when a person would give most anything to have just a little bit of time back to do something differently. Such as to cum on a girl's stomach or her tits rather than inside her pussy.

"No! Frank, no!" He gasped. "But she said..."

"I know. But you yourself said you were concerned about it."

"I was...for sure. But..."

"No 'buts' about it, my friend."

"Frank, I am so, so sorry. I...I don't even know what to say...I...ohhhh." He put his head in his hands.

"Look, Pete. I understand. I don't have any idea what's going to happen next. I have no idea at all what we're going to do about this. Except that Jackie and I are going to talk to Dylan right after school today. But I do understand about the level of desire you felt."

"Jackie knows? Oh shit!"

"That's right, 'oh shit.' For one thing, both Jackie and Sam are pretty sure Amber and Dylan are sleeping with each other." Pete was about to ask and I interrupted. "Wet spots. Let's leave it at that for now. It's the least of our worries. But yes, Jackie knows about Dylan being pregnant. She's the one who told me."

"How did she fiind out?"

"She found the box from the test in Dylan's wastebasket."

"Well, maybe the test is for someone else."

"I just came from Dylan, Pete. She told me everything. In fact, she showed me the stick indicating the positive test result. So, barring a real medical exam, it would seem that Dylan is in fact, expecting." Pete was dumbfounded. His daughter's best friend was pregnant. A young teen girl he had known all her life. And he was most likely the father.

"Frank, what can I do? I'll do anything. I'll..."

"Wait, Pete. Just wait. I'm going to talk to Dylan, with Jackie after school."

"How's Jackie taking it?"

"She's distraught, as you can imagine."

"Yea, I sure can. Well Frank...I have no idea what to say except to tell you again how sincerely sorry I am. And if there's anything I can do..."

"I know, I know. Thank you, Pete. Let me figure out what we're dealing with and what Jackie thinks we should do, I'll let you know." I stopped for a moment to think. "You know, Pete...maybe our little games should have stopped on that first night." That certainly seems to be the case.

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