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Chapter 1 - The end of innocence.

Sitting on a wooden bench that lazy warm summer afternoon next to my friendStanley I felt still a touch of annoyance at missing my regular Saturday afternoongolf game. Chaperoning my eldest daughter at the local Fete was not what Ihad planned. I glanced at him briefly wondering if he, like me, was bored.He and I had been shanghaied into this chore while our respective wives werehaving a 'girl's' lunch and shopping expedition. His daughter Sara was my Rachel's "bestfriend", teenage girls were a mystery to me still and I was aware thatthey changed allegiances sometimes as often as their knickers. I hoped not,in Sara's case, as she was a sweet obedient girl it seemed. I took some comfortfrom the fact that my terrible twins - the precocious 11 year old girls thatwere the bane though delight of my life were at a friend's house for a birthdayparty and thus not my responsibility for the moment. Rachel was a good girlreally, she rarely caused us much anxiety though I guessed with the pressureof puberty now on her at nearly 13 together with her raging hormones that stateof affairs was not likely to last too long. Stanley's daughter Sara was a goodinfluence though, surprisingly more mature than my Rachel although only a fewmonths older.

I sighed briefly and Stanley switched his gaze from the various activitiesin front of us and looking at me grinned. " Not what you had in mind forthis afternoon Dave?" he enquired, his face conveying amusement. I felta moments irritation, he seemed to be perfectly happy and content.

"Not really Stan" I replied "but what's of more concern ishow hard the 'girls' are hitting the plastic on their shopping spree".

It was a throwaway remark really, my wife Jessica was usually quite restrainedin her personal spending and God knows with my recent promotion to number 2to Stanley who headed the Arbitrage division of the bank we both worked at,I could well afford to indulge her.

" I just hope she remembers to pick up a suitable costume for your Saintsand Sinners part tonight" I added.

He laughed, nodding and asked quite slyly " Which do you think she seesyou as

then ?" I grinned back, the sun warm on my face " A sinner - beton it " I chortled.

Our conversation was interrupted before we could explore the subject moreby two nubile giggling teenagers who pounced on us. I grinned, scooping Rachelup in my arms and nuzzling her soft cheek. Sara plonked herself on father'slap and hugged him tight. The girls were flushed and excited. Cheeks reddenedand hair unkempt. Their short summer skirts rode up unselfconsciously roundtheir slender thighs as they wriggled around laughing and talking to each otherin that strange language young people seem to delight in. I marvelled againat the contrast between them. Sara was a typical blue eyed blonde, her hairwas a golden sheaf normally held back tidily by a scrunchie but today tendrilsof gold spun out caressing her pink flushed face. Her blue eyes danced andsparkled as she chatted animatedly to her father. My Rachel by contrast haddeep brown eyes , long black lustrous curly hair that swung round her shoulders.She was normally serious, her delicate heart shaped face sweet usually composedas if in deep thought. Now though it sparkled and danced with delight as theyexchanged giggles and smiles. Both girls were summer dressed, short cottonskirts and the cropped tops that were the vogue apparently, bare legs endingin strap sandals that showed their dusty feet.

"Ok girls " said Stan " time for home for you two and a longsoak in the shower" He grinned at me and slipped Sara from his lap andwe rose and walked to the car park, the girls still giggling as they held handsand chattered animatedly. I smiled indulgently at my little girl, wonderingas always what on earth they had left to talk about. Sara was staying laterat my home with Rachel to " sleep over" together with the twins underthe watchful and I hoped, responsible eyes of Stanley's elder daughter, Philippa.The latter was 19 and waiting to take up a place at University in the Autumn,I had yet to meet her as she had only recently returned from a "gap year" holidayabroad where she had gone straight from boarding school.

Reaching my car I indicated to the girls to hop in the back as I was droppingStanley and Sara off on my way home. Stanley ushered Rachel to the front nextto me and slid into back seat next to Sara. I was a little surprised at thisbut it was no big deal. Rachel immediately plugged in the earpiece of her portablec d player and a dreamy smile suffused her face as she soon lost herself inwhatever the latest pop group hit was. I started the car and carefully droveaway for the 20 minute ride to Stanley's house. I found it irritating tryingto talk to Stanley over my shoulder and after a few desultory exchanges welapsed into silence. After a few minutes I heard some strange noises comingfrom the back, I glanced sideways at Rachel but she was oblivious to anything,lost in her own world no doubt evoked by the "music!!" that she soenjoyed. The noises from the back were more regular now, a soft slurping sound,I frowned a little and eyes fixed on road I called out" Everything OKback there?"

There was no response. Puzzled I reached up and altered the angle of my rearview mirror being careful to keep at least one eye on the busy road ahead.I saw Stanley leaning back against the seat, eyes closed and a pleasant smileon his face. " Hmmm- asleep I guess " I told myself. I altered theangle a little more wondering what Sara was up to. I couldn't see her. I frowned,not understanding. Then I was astonished to see a blonde head bobbing up anddown. The angle of mirror was such that I could only see her head as it roseand fell in a steady rhythm. My stomach lurched as my eyes registered whatmy brain wouldn't accept. Her blonde head was over her father's side of theseat, right over his lap . I almost swerved into another car as I panicked.I looked away from the mirror, my heart racing, thumping in my chest. I feltmy face flush and I glanced guiltily at Rachel. She was still impervious toher surroundings, eyes closed dreamily, legs propped on dashboard in frontof her. Slender bare legs exposed almost as far as her white cotton knickers. " Itcant be " I told myself, a flush of guilty shame flooding through me " surely " Ithought "there has to be a normal explanation". I was embarrassedat the interpretation I had put on what was almost certainly something entirelyinnocent. I surreptitiously altered the mirror angle again, though my brainwas trying to be rational my body knew something else, my cock had gown hardas a rod of iron pushing against the crotch of my jeans. As the mirror swivelleda little more I was able to see further down at the back of the rear interiorbetween the two front seats. Stanley was laid back on the seat thighs spreadand his fly open wide. His eyes were closed. Sara's blonde hair was still bobbingup and down but I could now see the side of her face. Her cheeks were puffingand hollowing as her sweet young mouth engulfed her father's prick in longslow wet strokes. I almost crashed then, as my stomach somersaulted. I lookedback again, Sara stopped and slowly raised her head, saliva strung lasciviouslyfrom her lips. Her eyes met mine through the mirror and she smiled at me..licking her soft full lips with an astounding wantonness for such a young girl.

My cock was straining the material of my jeans, so hard as to be painful.I saw Stanley's hand reach out to the top of her head and push her eager mouthback on his erect red glistening staff. She bent to her task again, head bobbingmore urgently as she sucked and licked him. I sucked in lungfuls of air. FearingI was going to explode, my heart was hammering so loud I swear I could hearit. But all I could hear was the soft slurping noises from the back that soonreached a crescendo, then suddenly stopped. Stanley sighed softly. I swiftlyreturned the mirror to normal position and glanced sideways. Rachel was stilloblivious to everything. I drove carefully my thoughts jumbled and confused.I was horrified and excited- I felt guilty at how the sight of a 13 year oldmouth servicing her father's stiff prick had turned me on. My head spinningI stopped at Stanley's house at last. I gulped and sat still as Stanley andSara got out of car. My face burning , mind racing I sat clutching the steeringwheel.

"See you later tonight then" called Stanley as he started to walkup his drive. I was aware of Sara looking at me as she spoke her goodbyes tothe now attentive Rachel through the open window on the passenger side.. ResolutelyI stared ahead.

" Thanks for the lift uncle Dave" she called across Rachel. Iglanced at her- her blue eyes were wide and she smiled softly- as if butterwouldn't melt in her mouth. An image of that mouth, its lips wrapped aroundher father's wet shaft so lovingly was imprinted in my mind and I stammered

" No problem Sara, see you later dear".

She looked directly at me and I groaned inwardly as a hot flick of lust shudderedthrough me. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, my erection still impossiblyhard. She turned and walked to her father who awaited her. I tore my eyes awayfrom her slender retreating figure and viciously floored the accelerator anddrove off wheels spinning, my mind still whirling uncontrollably. Rachel grimacedand made an exaggerated grasp of the door as we drove away. Looking at me silentlyconveying her disapproval at my wild driving. I thought I could smell the aromaof sex in the car and wondered if I could bear to use it again or whether itwould always be associated in my mind with the scene I had witnessed earlier.

I arrived home thoroughly distracted and told Rachel to go and get showeredand changed. I sat nursing a stiff drink. I normally didn't drink this earlyif we were going out later but I really needed it. I tried to focus on my feelings.I was shocked and horrified but underneath I was incredibly excited. Sara wassuch a sweet and beautiful young girl, the way she had smiled at me so lasciviouslyas her wanton wet mouth was poised over her father's straining prick had shakenme to my roots.

"God" I groaned "Sara is only 3 months older than Rachel"-unbidden the thought of my own daughter sucking my penis flashed through mymind and my dick sprung erect again. I shook myself, feeling such a sense ofrevulsion at what I was thinking. I grunted and checked the clock - time forthe twins to get back. I heard the crunch of gravel from the drive and peeredthrough the window. It was Jessica. I watched as she paid off the taxi andtried to compose myself. I knew I couldn't tell her what I had seen. She wasbright eyed and happy, her face beaming and I felt a sudden and unexpectedsurge of affection.

We had been married some 15 years and though we had had some rough patches,affection, if not the wild sexual feelings we had once known, was still a comfortingpart of my life. I was 39 now 3 years older than my wife and some 7 years youngerthan Stanley and my life had settled into a boring if safe routine. Jessicahad given up a promising career in the arts when she unexpectedly fell forRachel and while I knew she loved her family dearly I knew Jessica sometimesfelt unfulfilled. I had tried to persuade her try and pick up her career againbut she had demurred. Like myself she had had an affair and though things hadbeen stormy for a while we had got through it together. Moving down here tothe leafy Surrey suburbs had been a way of trying to find some contentment.Stanley had headhunted me from another bank and when I had said I was thinkingof moving from town he had helped us find this place. His wife, Martha andJessica had hit it off as had Sara and Rachel so we were soon all fast friends.

Jessica was bubbling and excited but I was too distracted to concentrate.She babbled something about picking me a Priest's costume for the party thatnight.

I groaned, thinking "priestly " was hardly in keeping with my thoughtsjust then. I reached for the phone , I had to do something, I couldn't justignore what I had witnessed. I couldn't go to the party and meet Stanley andhis wife and friends with this terrible secret burning me up. I dialled Stanley'snumber. He answered and enquired " Did you forget or want something Dave,Philippa will be bringing Sara over later with their overnight things".I swallowed nervously and then whispered hoarsely " Stan I have to talkto you now, before tonight, I will make an excuse here and be over in 10 minutes,will that be ok - I need to talk to you privately".

"Sure" he said, "there is just me and Sara here at presentshe is showering and Martha has gone to pick up Philippa and wont be back foran hour or so". I put the phone down, made an excuse to Jessica aboutforgetting something, grabbed my car keys and left. I drove on autopilot tohis house, still not sure how I was going to deal with this. I stopped at hisimposing 5 bedroom detached house and quickly parked and knocked at the door.He let me in, smiling with a drink in his hand. He was wearing a terry towelrobe and from the sight of his bare feet and still damp hair he had obviouslyjust finished showering. I stammered an apology for disturbing him, he wasstill after all my boss as well as a friend, even if a perverted one. He showedme through to lounge offered me a drink and sat on the large blue leather sofa.I sat opposite him, hunched forward in a matching large oversized armchairnursing the unwanted drink.

"Stan " I cursed my trembling stammering voice " I need totalk to you about what happened in my car on way back from fete". He noddedand I ploughed on. " I cant get my head around this - are you a paedophileas well as an incestist or whatever its bloody well called?"

He clucked at me, disapprovingly " Ok lets talk. First of all I am not,repeat not a paedophile!!" He emphasised the denial with a direct starefrom his blue eyes, so like Sara's. "A paedophile is someone who has anunnatural fixation on sexual gratification with a premature child. I have never,nor would ever contemplate such behaviour and moreover I would denounce anyonewho acted that way. Sara is 13, she is past puberty and biologically and sexuallya woman, though I accept not legally. Well " he amended " at leastnot here. In some countries and up till comparatively recent times in mostof Europe, 13 or even 12 was considered an acceptable age for sexual activity-certainly after a girl reached puberty. Actually I think it's still 13 in Japan" Hestopped there and took a drink.

"That's all very well" I said "but its illegal whatever youmay say"

"Sure " he replied " and we all behave illegally at times,you do every time you drive over the speed limit, cheat on your taxes etc.- all things you consider bad laws. Prohibition is another example from theUSA of a bad law". He laughed as he watched me- actually every "normalcouple" who enjoys anal sex is breaking the law- most BDSM practices are technicallyassault and also illegal did you know that?"

He continued " Sex with a 13 year old is illegal I agree but not morallywrong which is all I care about. Moreover even society is ambiguous about it.Clinics are dispensing birth control pills to 12- 16 year olds for Christ'ssake. Sex with a so called minor is and always has been rampant- with pubertycomes curiosity and the almost overwhelming urge to experiment." He finishedand stared at me fixedly, face frowning. I abhor paedophilia but that's thetaking of innocence from a child who doesn't know how to refuse or is too vulnerable.You should listen to some 13 to 14 year olds talking about sex- it would makeyour hair curl."

"So" he said "are we ok on this as we need to deal with someother aspects of what I know is bothering you". I contemplated his explanation.Reluctantly I nodded. " Ok I said - I can accept that- though it stillbothers me but its your daughter for Christ's sake - that's incest!"

He chuckled and shifted on the sofa, the leather squeaking slightly as hemoved. " OK incest - lets deal with that- though incidentally sex witha 13 year old girl is not the only society inflicted sexual restriction I don'tabide by - but that's for another time and it may never be something you haveto worry about."

" Incest " he mused, smiling softly and unbidden that image ofSara suckling on his distended member flashed through my mind. " Its actuallylinked to underage sex in some ways. Girls, once they reach puberty are hormonedriven, as are boys for that matter but the latter don't concern us here. Youmust see as I do the number of underage girls having abortions, having babies-Christ some look about 18 the way they dress?? The so called 'age of consent'is not something genes and hormones recognise. You must worry about that withRachel now and you will have the same concerns about the twins in a few shortyears. Do you really want her first sexual experiences to be a fumbling episodewith a callow youth, something that should be a joy and treasure to her, atthe random mercy of some guy you will probably never even get the chance tomeet. A dirty little secret. Do you want her to grow up repressed and emotionally/sexually stunted- guilt ridden. Martha's clinics are full of women like that?

He stopped and looked at me " Don't tell me you hope she stays a virgintill she marries- odds are she wont- odds are that her first time will be nothingspecial and may well turn out an experience she would rather forget. Then,along with unwanted chance of conception you have diseases and infections toworry about- the emotional trauma that often accompanies a bad first time sexualexperience, believe me I know, its quite commonplace as my wife Martha willtestify. Our whole society is hung up on sex- its used to sell and persuadein all walks of life- yet its a subject that is littered with false notionsand restrictions.

So " he continued " I believe a girl's initial sexual experiences,her curiosity about her own sexual needs and wants, should be done in a lovingsafe environment. One where she won't be exploited or pressurised, where shecan learn to experience and enjoy the many sexual and erotic delights her bodyis able to enjoy. She lacks at that age the emotional experience to controlthe strong sex drive she is developing but within a loving , caring environmentshe can find the safety necessary to explore her desires, wants and needs.Its a common custom in many Polynesian Islands- and anthropologists have remarkedon how sexually well adjusted the children grow up. Within this environmentalso she can learn to accept discipline as well as freedom - abstinence aswell as licentiousness- control and responsibility. The best environment forthis is within a family as long as its not abuse."

He stopped and looked at me, slowly sipped his drink " Hey " hesaid I am getting thirsty from all this lecturing Dave - your turn to speakI think"

I nodded mutely his words echoing through my head Much of what he said madeso much sense. Dealing with a daughter as she reached puberty was a tryingtime for parents as well as children. Rachel was turning slowly into a beautifulyoung woman, I had been aware of that for some time- her increasingly flirtatiousattitude to me, my awareness of her as a sexual animal which I tried to denyor hide. All these things made sense now as I listened to my knowledgeablefriend.

"Ok" I said " I do understand, I am not sure about all theimplications but I feel more comfortable now with the concept". I smiledand raised my glass- "at least I will be able to enjoy the party tonightwithout this bothering me". I refused to follow his train of argumentin relation to my Rachel, that was a bit too near the bone, I had enough tothink about".

"Good " Stanley replied " I am glad that's sorted- there islots more I want to discuss with you at some time but for now I think you needto say hi to Sara to finally resolve this matter. Just so you can be reassuredthat she is happy and not a victim"

With that he put down his glass , got up and went to door and called out " Saradear please join us in the lounge".

I protested " There is no need for that Stan, I am sure she is ok andI am relaxed about the situation". I had also meant to ask him why hehad Sara suck him off in the back of my car but the imminent arrival of Sarathrew me off balance. He ignored my protestations and went and sat down again.

The door opened and the blonde angel that was Sara entered, smiling. Shewas fresh faced and glowing- obviously from a recent shower or bath, bare footedand wrapped in terry robe. Her hair was still a little damp and tied back ina tight pony tail. She looked so fresh and innocent as she padded to whereher father was sitting. She reached him and to my astonishment dropped to herknees at his feet. "Hi Daddy " she whispered. "Hi angel " hereplied , his hand dropping to rest lightly on her blonde head. " Angel " hemurmured to her " Uncle Dave is worried about you, he saw you suckingme off in his car and was concerned about you, please tell him you are ok".She turned to face me, her blue eyes glinting mischievously, her pink tonguelicking her lips. " I am fine Uncle Dave " she whispered " Iadore sucking my Daddy's cock and drinking his cum." She giggled, showingthe traces of the child she had been till recently "

Those words, so lasciviously spoken from such a fresh innocent face mademe groan and my cock stiffened till it hurt as it pushed against the crotchof my jeans. I stammered something unintelligible and looked up from her faceas I heard Stan laugh.

" Hey Dave " he said" don't go all coy on us, Sara lovescocks and I am sure she would adore to suck yours here and now before you haveto leave".

At this Sara rose and slipped off her robe. She was naked underneath. Herslender body still a little pink from her shower. I gasped, my hungry eyesraked over her as she padded towards me. Her innocent looking face smiling.Her small, pink nippled breasts firm, her belly slightly curved down to thewispy fuzz of golden hair at her pubis. Her hips and thighs were still girlishlyslim, but showing the promise of the later development that would fill herout to a beautiful mature woman. I groaned softly as she approached, my cockwas rock hard now, blood filled and I thought I would explode. Words of protestdied unspoken on my dry lips. I shuddered as I heard Stanley speak.

"Dave " he said " just two things, first please don't touchSara, let her do what she has been trained to do and secondly please undo yourfly and offer her your prick- she is not allowed to make the first approachshe has to be invited or ordered"

I nodded mutely unable to speak as my eyes devoured the sweet vision in frontof me. My throat was tight and my heart pumping furiously. Sara stopped justin front of me, her face smiling, she licked her lips and then stared at thehuge bulge in my jeans. I reached down; fingers trembling undid my zip, pushedmy hips forward and released my throbbing pole from the constricting claspof my underpants. The thick long shaft sprung out and up and I laid back. Itilted my head forward a little so I could keep her in view. I saw my enormousstaff in the foreground and behind, her naked slender golden figure.

"Uncle David" she asked in a soft melodious voice " may Isuck you off please ?" At this my shaft quivered and I fought not to comethere and then in my underpants.

I swallowed, hardly able to speak or breathe " Sure Sara, please suckme off darling".

At this she stepped closer and reaching out gently cupped my heavy ballsin her small hands. She squeezed gently as if measuring and approving of theirweight and size, her blue eyes darker now with what I presumed was her ownexcitement. She parted her soft lips, bending her golden head and brought hersweet innocent mouth to just kiss the angry almost purple head of my prick.One slim hand moved to base of my shaft while the other gently massaged myballs. My cock trembled ready to explode. She sensed this and squeezed thebase of my cock hard. This made me groan but had the desired effect of stoppingmy premature ejaculation. She waited a few moments; the air seemed heavy andredolent of illicit sex. Her breath on my distended head made me groan in anticipation.Her tongue snaked out and she proceeds to lick the head with long slow lasciviousstrokes of her wet tongue. The sensations were exquisite, the physical feelingsintensified by the knowledge that a beautiful 13 year old girl was causingthem. Her hand at the base of my shaft started to slowly move up and down thethickly veined column of my penis. Her saliva oozed down covering it, oilingthe surface that her now circled fingers were massaging. Her tongue found theopening of my urethra and she pushed at it trying to open it with the tip ofher tongue.

I slumped back against the back of the chair giving myself over to the wonderfulsensations, no longer watching her, just concentrating on enjoying the touchof her hands and mouth, her eager lips and tongue. I fought to do as Stan hadrequested, not to touch her but it was hard not to reach out and grasp hergolden head and force my enormous cock deep into her mouth and down her throat.I clenched my hands, nails digging into my palms. Her small mouth was havingtrouble fitting round my cock I knew. I was very well endowed - 8 " longand thick with it- a source of some concern at times to one or two of my sexualpartners. I heard her gagging slightly as she forced me further inside heropen mouth taking my cock deeper. Her lips tight around my shaft, I winceda little as her teeth lightly scraped the distended head. She suckled my cockdeeper and deeper. Her mouth and her hand moved quicker and harder as theyworked in unison on my straining prick.

Each time I was on point of coming, exploding my semen down her sweet youngthroat, she grasped the base of my cock and squeezed, pausing in her actionstill the crisis passed. My shaft and thighs were wet with her saliva, slurpingwet sounds filled the room and I lifted my hips a little as I tried to drivemy cock into her wetness, gasping and squirming. My groans reverberated roundthe room mixed with her panting and the unmistakable soft wet sounds of a prickbeing well and truly sucked.

I had forgotten all about Stanley- forgotten he was sitting there watchinghis 13 year old naked daughter sucking his best friend. Suddenly I heard himspeak softly.

" Good girl Sara - don't forget not to spill any of Uncle's cum , swallowit all darling like the good little cum slut you are".

I almost came then as I heard him, he continued, his voice low and husky " Justimagine if the roles were reversed Dave- you were sitting here and watchingyour lovely little Rachel naked sucking me"

The mental image that his words conjured up was so strong, combining withthe excruciatingly exciting feelings of Sara's wet open mouth devouring myprick. I reared up and gasped coming in the most explosive orgasm of my life.I shuddered and shook, my semen spurting in an unending torrent, filling theopen wet vessel that was Sara's mouth. She sucked and swallowed greedily, herhead bobbing frantically as her tiny hand squeezed and stroked my engorgedcock , milking it. I shuddered as the last of my cum spurted into her eagerhungry mouth and I finally flopped back exhausted and spent gasping for breath.I felt her carefully licking my cock head. Her tongue twisting and curlingas it scooped my semen into her wet mouth. Her fingers tightened round my shaftas she drew her hand up milking the last few drops, coaxing them from my tightaching balls that she still gently cupped in her other hand. I gasped hardlyable to bear any more of the exquisite sensations.

She stood up straight, her mouth a wet gash in her flushed face. her eyeswere hooded and dark. She looked at me and opened her mouth wide. Glisteningwhitely on her extended tongue and coating the insides of her cheeks I sawthe remnants of my semen. Slowly she pulled her tongue back into her mouthand swallowed. Her eyes fixed on me. She licked her smeared lips and smiled,turned and padded back and knelt by her father. He let his hand rest lightlyon her blonde head. looked at me as I slowly pulled my jeans back over my hipsand fastened them.

"So Dave " he chortled "How was that ?" I looked at himlost for words. Sara leaned closer to him whispering. He smiled and pattedher head approvingly then addressed me " Sara says your cum tastes divineDavid but she apologises she was unable to deep throat you properly as youare so huge. Perhaps next time she will be able to"

I grunted as I heard him. still trying to regain some control of my sensesThe phrase next time rang in my ears " next time I thought ?- what doesthat entail" - the thought of a repeat performance made my limp pricktwitch.

At last able to speak I asked " Stan for gods sake how did Sara learnthat so well- it was one of the best bj's i have had- and also I meant to askwhat about your wife- does she share your views on underage incestuous sex"

I looked across at him. He laughed " who do you think trained Sara ".

I looked stunned for a moment. He smiled and got to his feet- " Saraoff you go dear and wash and brush your teeth and don't forget to thank UncleDavid".

At that Sara sprang up and I groaned under my breath as she bent over topick up her robe. The perfect split peach of her young cunt was revealed tantalisinglybriefly - but not brief enough to deny me the sight of her slightly puffy dewcoated pink labial lips. Her arse was a symphony to symmetry, cleft in two, so beautifully pert and firm. My prick twitched and I stirred on the largearmchair. Too quickly she straightened and covered that glorious naked slenderfigure.

She turned to me and smiled wickedly " thank You for letting me suckyour cock uncle" she said " I have wanted to do that for some timeand you do taste nice". With that she skipped from the room.

I got to my feet a little unsteadily, checked the time. I saw that 30 minuteshad passed, though to me with the revelations Stan had revealed and the subsequentcock sucking, it seemed like an eternity. I had much to think about and tryand rationalise but not now - time to get home and prepare for the party herelater and get the girls settled. I resolutely put aside all the wild eroticthoughts that were jumbled in my mind and took a deep breath.

Stanley stood there still in his bathrobe. " Dave I need to just explainsomething" he said quietly " Sara is my underage daughter- she only indulgesin sexual activities under my direction or with my permission. I know you willsee her frequently as Rachel's friend as our families are close. You must neverspeak of what we have discussed and done with anyone- Sara won't - this isa separate part of her life and one she leaves to me to control. You shouldalso know that there are a number of others in what I call our "OrionGroup" - people of like mind in relationship to incest with their daughtersand mature, if still underage girls. Membership of the group is selective andexclusive. Normal society would take a dim view of our behaviour so we haveto protect ourselves".

I nodded silently as I listened, " Furthermore " Stanley continued " weare members of other discreet groups - involving "Swinging" and various "BDSM" practices,Fetishes. and some other specialised perversions - I only tell you this soyou know what Martha and I are involved in. Tonight is the first of our 'ThemeParties' that you have been invited to. Some of our friends are members of'Orion' as well as fetish and BDSM groups so don't be too surprised if thingsget a bit 'wild' - everything is consensual. The extent to which you wouldlike to get further involved is up to you- most of the groups are intertwined.Martha really controls our schools/groups etc. and if you want to know moreI suggest you talk to her with Jessica".

With that he showed me to the door and I left and drove home slowly, my mindin a daze, my balls aching and my cock limp but with a desperate and overridinglonging to learn and experience more...