Chapter 1 - The end of innocence.

Sitting on a wooden bench that lazy warm summer afternoon next to my friend Stanley I felt still a touch of annoyance at missing my regular Saturday afternoon golf game. Chaperoning my eldest daughter at the local Fete was not what I had 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 were having a 'girl's' lunch and shopping expedition. His daughter Sara was my Rachel's "best friend", teenage girls were a mystery to me still and I was aware that they 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 comfort from the fact that my terrible twins - the precocious 11 year old girls that were the bane though delight of my life were at a friend's house for a birthday party and thus not my responsibility for the moment. Rachel was a good girl really, she rarely caused us much anxiety though I guessed with the pressure of puberty now on her at nearly 13 together with her raging hormones that state of affairs was not likely to last too long. Stanley's daughter Sara was a good influence though, surprisingly more mature than my Rachel although only a few months older.

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

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

It was a throwaway remark really, my wife Jessica was usually quite restrained in her personal spending and God knows with my recent promotion to number 2 to 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 Saints and Sinners part tonight" I added.

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

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

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

"Ok girls " said Stan " time for home for you two and a long soak in the shower" He grinned at me and slipped Sara from his lap and we rose and walked to the car park, the girls still giggling as they held hands and chattered animatedly. I smiled indulgently at my little girl, wondering as always what on earth they had left to talk about. Sara was staying later at my home with Rachel to " sleep over" together with the twins under the 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" holiday abroad where she had gone straight from boarding school.

Reaching my car I indicated to the girls to hop in the back as I was dropping Stanley and Sara off on my way home. Stanley ushered Rachel to the front next to me and slid into back seat next to Sara. I was a little surprised at this but it was no big deal. Rachel immediately plugged in the earpiece of her portable c d player and a dreamy smile suffused her face as she soon lost herself in whatever the latest pop group hit was. I started the car and carefully drove away for the 20 minute ride to Stanley's house. I found it irritating trying to talk to Stanley over my shoulder and after a few desultory exchanges we lapsed into silence. After a few minutes I heard some strange noises coming from 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 so enjoyed. 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 OK back there?"

There was no response. Puzzled I reached up and altered the angle of my rear view 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 smile on his face. " Hmmm- asleep I guess " I told myself. I altered the angle 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 and down. The angle of mirror was such that I could only see her head as it rose and fell in a steady rhythm. My stomach lurched as my eyes registered what my brain wouldn't accept. Her blonde head was over her father's side of the seat, 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 felt my face flush and I glanced guiltily at Rachel. She was still impervious to her surroundings, eyes closed dreamily, legs propped on dashboard in front of her. Slender bare legs exposed almost as far as her white cotton knickers. " It cant be " I told myself, a flush of guilty shame flooding through me " surely " I thought "there has to be a normal explanation". I was embarrassed at the interpretation I had put on what was almost certainly something entirely innocent. I surreptitiously altered the mirror angle again, though my brain was trying to be rational my body knew something else, my cock had gown hard as a rod of iron pushing against the crotch of my jeans. As the mirror swivelled a little more I was able to see further down at the back of the rear interior between the two front seats. Stanley was laid back on the seat thighs spread and his fly open wide. His eyes were closed. Sara's blonde hair was still bobbing up and down but I could now see the side of her face. Her cheeks were puffing and hollowing as her sweet young mouth engulfed her father's prick in long slow wet strokes. I almost crashed then, as my stomach somersaulted. I looked back again, Sara stopped and slowly raised her head, saliva strung lasciviously from 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 mouth back on his erect red glistening staff. She bent to her task again, head bobbing more urgently as she sucked and licked him. I sucked in lungfuls of air. Fearing I was going to explode, my heart was hammering so loud I swear I could hear it. But all I could hear was the soft slurping noises from the back that soon reached a crescendo, then suddenly stopped. Stanley sighed softly. I swiftly returned the mirror to normal position and glanced sideways. Rachel was still oblivious 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 old mouth servicing her father's stiff prick had turned me on. My head spinning I stopped at Stanley's house at last. I gulped and sat still as Stanley and Sara got out of car. My face burning , mind racing I sat clutching the steering wheel.

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

" Thanks for the lift uncle Dave" she called across Rachel. I glanced at her- her blue eyes were wide and she smiled softly- as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. An image of that mouth, its lips wrapped around her 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 shuddered through me. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, my erection still impossibly hard. She turned and walked to her father who awaited her. I tore my eyes away from her slender retreating figure and viciously floored the accelerator and drove off wheels spinning, my mind still whirling uncontrollably. Rachel grimaced and made an exaggerated grasp of the door as we drove away. Looking at me silently conveying her disapproval at my wild driving. I thought I could smell the aroma of sex in the car and wondered if I could bear to use it again or whether it would 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 showered and changed. I sat nursing a stiff drink. I normally didn't drink this early if 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 was such a sweet and beautiful young girl, the way she had smiled at me so lasciviously as her wanton wet mouth was poised over her father's straining prick had shaken me 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 my mind and my dick sprung erect again. I shook myself, feeling such a sense of revulsion at what I was thinking. I grunted and checked the clock - time for the twins to get back. I heard the crunch of gravel from the drive and peered through the window. It was Jessica. I watched as she paid off the taxi and tried to compose myself. I knew I couldn't tell her what I had seen. She was bright eyed and happy, her face beaming and I felt a sudden and unexpected surge 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 comforting part of my life. I was 39 now 3 years older than my wife and some 7 years younger than Stanley and my life had settled into a boring if safe routine. Jessica had given up a promising career in the arts when she unexpectedly fell for Rachel and while I knew she loved her family dearly I knew Jessica sometimes felt unfulfilled. I had tried to persuade her try and pick up her career again but she had demurred. Like myself she had had an affair and though things had been stormy for a while we had got through it together. Moving down here to the 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 thinking of moving from town he had helped us find this place. His wife, Martha and Jessica 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 that night.

I groaned, thinking "priestly " was hardly in keeping with my thoughts just then. I reached for the phone , I had to do something, I couldn't just ignore what I had witnessed. I couldn't go to the party and meet Stanley and his wife and friends with this terrible secret burning me up. I dialled Stanley's number. 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 talk to 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 present she is showering and Martha has gone to pick up Philippa and wont be back for an hour or so". I put the phone down, made an excuse to Jessica about forgetting something, grabbed my car keys and left. I drove on autopilot to his house, still not sure how I was going to deal with this. I stopped at his imposing 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 towel robe and from the sight of his bare feet and still damp hair he had obviously just finished showering. I stammered an apology for disturbing him, he was still after all my boss as well as a friend, even if a perverted one. He showed me 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 armchair nursing the unwanted drink.

"Stan " I cursed my trembling stammering voice " I need to talk to you about what happened in my car on way back from fete". He nodded and I ploughed on. " I cant get my head around this - are you a paedophile as 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 stare from his blue eyes, so like Sara's. "A paedophile is someone who has an unnatural fixation on sexual gratification with a premature child. I have never, nor would ever contemplate such behaviour and moreover I would denounce anyone who acted that way. Sara is 13, she is past puberty and biologically and sexually a woman, though I accept not legally. Well " he amended " at least not here. In some countries and up till comparatively recent times in most of 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" He stopped there and took a drink.

"That's all very well" I said "but its illegal whatever you may 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 the USA of a bad law". He laughed as he watched me- actually every "normal couple" who enjoys anal sex is breaking the law- most BDSM practices are technically assault and also illegal did you know that?"

He continued " Sex with a 13 year old is illegal I agree but not morally wrong 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's sake. Sex with a so called minor is and always has been rampant- with puberty comes curiosity and the almost overwhelming urge to experiment." He finished and stared at me fixedly, face frowning. I abhor paedophilia but that's the taking 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 make your hair curl."

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

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

" Incest " he mused, smiling softly and unbidden that image of Sara suckling on his distended member flashed through my mind. " Its actually linked to underage sex in some ways. Girls, once they reach puberty are hormone driven, as are boys for that matter but the latter don't concern us here. You must 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 with Rachel now and you will have the same concerns about the twins in a few short years. Do you really want her first sexual experiences to be a fumbling episode with a callow youth, something that should be a joy and treasure to her, at the random mercy of some guy you will probably never even get the chance to meet. 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 virgin till she marries- odds are she wont- odds are that her first time will be nothing special and may well turn out an experience she would rather forget. Then, along with unwanted chance of conception you have diseases and infections to worry about- the emotional trauma that often accompanies a bad first time sexual experience, believe me I know, its quite commonplace as my wife Martha will testify. Our whole society is hung up on sex- its used to sell and persuade in all walks of life- yet its a subject that is littered with false notions and 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 loving safe environment. One where she won't be exploited or pressurised, where she can learn to experience and enjoy the many sexual and erotic delights her body is able to enjoy. She lacks at that age the emotional experience to control the strong sex drive she is developing but within a loving , caring environment she can find the safety necessary to explore her desires, wants and needs. Its a common custom in many Polynesian Islands- and anthropologists have remarked on how sexually well adjusted the children grow up. Within this environment also she can learn to accept discipline as well as freedom - abstinence as well as licentiousness- control and responsibility. The best environment for this is within a family as long as its not abuse."

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

I nodded mutely his words echoing through my head Much of what he said made so much sense. Dealing with a daughter as she reached puberty was a trying time for parents as well as children. Rachel was turning slowly into a beautiful young woman, I had been aware of that for some time- her increasingly flirtatious attitude to me, my awareness of her as a sexual animal which I tried to deny or hide. All these things made sense now as I listened to my knowledgeable friend.

"Ok" I said " I do understand, I am not sure about all the implications but I feel more comfortable now with the concept". I smiled and raised my glass- "at least I will be able to enjoy the party tonight without this bothering me". I refused to follow his train of argument in relation to my Rachel, that was a bit too near the bone, I had enough to think about".

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

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

I protested " There is no need for that Stan, I am sure she is ok and I am relaxed about the situation". I had also meant to ask him why he had Sara suck him off in the back of my car but the imminent arrival of Sara threw 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. She was fresh faced and glowing- obviously from a recent shower or bath, bare footed and wrapped in terry robe. Her hair was still a little damp and tied back in a tight pony tail. She looked so fresh and innocent as she padded to where her father was sitting. She reached him and to my astonishment dropped to her knees at his feet. "Hi Daddy " she whispered. "Hi angel " he replied , his hand dropping to rest lightly on her blonde head. " Angel " he murmured to her " Uncle Dave is worried about you, he saw you sucking me 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 tongue licking her lips. " I am fine Uncle Dave " she whispered " I adore sucking my Daddy's cock and drinking his cum." She giggled, showing the traces of the child she had been till recently "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At this she stepped closer and reaching out gently cupped my heavy balls in her small hands. She squeezed gently as if measuring and approving of their weight and size, her blue eyes darker now with what I presumed was her own excitement. She parted her soft lips, bending her golden head and brought her sweet 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 my balls. My cock trembled ready to explode. She sensed this and squeezed the base of my cock hard. This made me groan but had the desired effect of stopping my premature ejaculation. She waited a few moments; the air seemed heavy and redolent 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 lascivious strokes of her wet tongue. The sensations were exquisite, the physical feelings intensified by the knowledge that a beautiful 13 year old girl was causing them. Her hand at the base of my shaft started to slowly move up and down the thickly veined column of my penis. Her saliva oozed down covering it, oiling the surface that her now circled fingers were massaging. Her tongue found the opening of my urethra and she pushed at it trying to open it with the tip of her tongue.

I slumped back against the back of the chair giving myself over to the wonderful sensations, no longer watching her, just concentrating on enjoying the touch of her hands and mouth, her eager lips and tongue. I fought to do as Stan had requested, not to touch her but it was hard not to reach out and grasp her golden 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 having trouble fitting round my cock I knew. I was very well endowed - 8 " long and thick with it- a source of some concern at times to one or two of my sexual partners. I heard her gagging slightly as she forced me further inside her open mouth taking my cock deeper. Her lips tight around my shaft, I winced a little as her teeth lightly scraped the distended head. She suckled my cock deeper and deeper. Her mouth and her hand moved quicker and harder as they worked in unison on my straining prick.

Each time I was on point of coming, exploding my semen down her sweet young throat, she grasped the base of my cock and squeezed, pausing in her actions till the crisis passed. My shaft and thighs were wet with her saliva, slurping wet sounds filled the room and I lifted my hips a little as I tried to drive my cock into her wetness, gasping and squirming. My groans reverberated round the room mixed with her panting and the unmistakable soft wet sounds of a prick being well and truly sucked.

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

" Good girl Sara - don't forget not to spill any of Uncle's cum , swallow it 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 " Just imagine if the roles were reversed Dave- you were sitting here and watching your lovely little Rachel naked sucking me"

The mental image that his words conjured up was so strong, combining with the excruciatingly exciting feelings of Sara's wet open mouth devouring my prick. 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 the open wet vessel that was Sara's mouth. She sucked and swallowed greedily, her head bobbing frantically as her tiny hand squeezed and stroked my engorged cock , milking it. I shuddered as the last of my cum spurted into her eager hungry mouth and I finally flopped back exhausted and spent gasping for breath. I felt her carefully licking my cock head. Her tongue twisting and curling as it scooped my semen into her wet mouth. Her fingers tightened round my shaft as she drew her hand up milking the last few drops, coaxing them from my tight aching balls that she still gently cupped in her other hand. I gasped hardly able to bear any more of the exquisite sensations.

She stood up straight, her mouth a wet gash in her flushed face. her eyes were hooded and dark. She looked at me and opened her mouth wide. Glistening whitely on her extended tongue and coating the insides of her cheeks I saw the remnants of my semen. Slowly she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and 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 lightly on her blonde head. looked at me as I slowly pulled my jeans back over my hips and fastened them.

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

I grunted as I heard him. still trying to regain some control of my senses The phrase next time rang in my ears " next time I thought ?- what does that entail" - the thought of a repeat performance made my limp prick twitch.

At last able to speak I asked " Stan for gods sake how did Sara learn that so well- it was one of the best bj's i have had- and also I meant to ask what 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- " Sara off you go dear and wash and brush your teeth and don't forget to thank Uncle David".

At that Sara sprang up and I groaned under my breath as she bent over to pick up her robe. The perfect split peach of her young cunt was revealed tantalisingly briefly - but not brief enough to deny me the sight of her slightly puffy dew coated 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 large armchair. Too quickly she straightened and covered that glorious naked slender figure.

She turned to me and smiled wickedly " thank You for letting me suck your cock uncle" she said " I have wanted to do that for some time and 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 minutes had passed, though to me with the revelations Stan had revealed and the subsequent cock sucking, it seemed like an eternity. I had much to think about and try and rationalise but not now - time to get home and prepare for the party here later and get the girls settled. I resolutely put aside all the wild erotic thoughts that were jumbled in my mind and took a deep breath.

Stanley stood there still in his bathrobe. " Dave I need to just explain something" he said quietly " Sara is my underage daughter- she only indulges in sexual activities under my direction or with my permission. I know you will see her frequently as Rachel's friend as our families are close. You must never speak of what we have discussed and done with anyone- Sara won't - this is a separate part of her life and one she leaves to me to control. You should also know that there are a number of others in what I call our "Orion Group" - people of like mind in relationship to incest with their daughters and mature, if still underage girls. Membership of the group is selective and exclusive. Normal society would take a dim view of our behaviour so we have to protect ourselves".

I nodded silently as I listened, " Furthermore " Stanley continued " we are members of other discreet groups - involving "Swinging" and various "BDSM" practices, Fetishes. and some other specialised perversions - I only tell you this so you know what Martha and I are involved in. Tonight is the first of our 'Theme Parties' 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 things get a bit 'wild' - everything is consensual. The extent to which you would like 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 more I suggest you talk to her with Jessica".

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

Chapter 2 The next step - not quite on the slippery slope!

I arrived home to find Jessica having yet another row with the twins who had just got back from their party. I sighed and went to the study and poured myself a stiff drink. They were becoming more and more impossible. I remembered how obedient and docile Sara had been with her father. I sat down sipping the single malt, the events of earlier and the long conversation with Stanley still making my head spin. I groaned and dropped my head in my hands. My balls still felt tight . I knew Sara would arrive in about 2 hours with her elder sister. I felt a moments anxiety as to how she would be, bearing in mind she had so recently sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. The mental image of her sweet 13 year old naked, not quite fully formed, golden body etched on my retina. Stanley had been so relaxed about it -I was still amazed and stunned. The door opened and Jessica peeked in dressed in a robe.

"You ok darling "she enquired. Not waiting for a reply she continued " the twins are in the bath at last, Rachel is listening to music in her room so its peace and quiet for a little while".

"Sure " I replied and looking up I smiled at her " So how was your day. how was the shopping and the incredible Martha?" I grinned at her as she sat on a chair.

She giggled quite girlishly and I looked at her in surprise. She had seemed in a skittish mood since she had returned from her lunch. I was pleased , of course to see her in such a happy and relaxed frame of mind. Glad that she and Martha had become so close.

"Well " she replied - "Martha was fine but our lunch went on and on so in the end I just had time to pick up our costumes for tonight . We gave the shopping a miss. We had a long, long chat , mostly about the girls. She is taking Sara to a summer camp for 4 weeks soon and she suggested it might be good for me and Rachel and the twins to join them".

I grinned at her " Well I am not sure about you and Rachel but I sure would pay someone to take the terrible two away- preferably till they are 16". I sighed and winked at her. She laughed.

"Seriously though" she said " we should discuss it. You are so busy at work and I could do with a break away from here for a while. The camp is more like a school with proper supervision. Lots of Martha and Stan's friends kids will be there- it will be chance for the twins and Rachel to make new friends as well. Its a mixture of learning and fun apparently." She stopped there for a moment. I made no comment.

"Anyway" she hurried on " we can think about it at least. How was your afternoon with Stan and the girls?

I nodded and sipped the last of my whiskey. It was fine " I grumbled " though I missed my golf" - I chuckled wryly " So " I said what about tonight, what costume did you get me".

She giggled again , " You will see, its all laid out for you on the bed and by the way, about tonight " her voice seemed suddenly a bit strained as she continued "You know that its likely to get a bit wild"? Her voice trembled a little on the word 'wild' and she looked at me her eyebrows raised. "Martha warned me that some of her friends are a bit 'extreme', I think she said, I guessed she meant that its one of their 'very friendly' parties". She paused and waited for me to comment.

I nodded again " Yes I know, Stan warned me as well, said as its our first that we shouldn't be too shocked" I grinned " If it gets too 'way out ' for your puritanical streak we can always cut and run".

She smiled and her eyes danced " I may surprise you buster" she chortled. I am going as a Sinner so I will have that to live up to". She rose and I swatted her bottom as she turned to leave, she giggled and mock jumped. " I am going to shower, please check that the twins haven't flooded the bath room and make sure they are ready for when Philippa and Sara get here. See you later". With that she left.

I sat for a while still deep in thought. I felt a bit swamped by all that was happening, by the pace of events. My whole world seemed a little out of kilter after the events of earlier. I had this strange feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Even Jessica seemed different lately, more relaxed and happy. I sat dozing for a while then sighing I got and left to check on the girls.

Knocking at the family bathroom door I entered and was greeted by a mist of warm vapour and girlish giggles. " Just me " I called

" Dad " a mock protesting voice rung out , that was Georgina the more boisterous of the twins " do you mind, we are in the bath" I grinned "Ok miss precocious" I replied "I have my eyes shut , I just wanted to check you haven't drowned or flooded the place".

Despite my assurances I couldn't resist peeking. The twins were pink fleshed, limbs sleek, dark gleaming hair plastered to their scalps. I felt my heart lurch as always at the sight of their naked nubile bodies. Budding pink tipped breasts, the sweet girlish curves. Annabelle shrieked as Georgina splashed her vigorously. It seemed only yesterday that they and I had felt ok about my bathing them but their recent sudden development had made them and myself a little self conscious. With a mock stern admonishment for them to finish off and get dried and dressed before Philippa arrived I closed the door firmly and proceeded down hall to our bedroom.

Jessica was drying her hair in front of the mirror. She was naked and the odour of her Clarin's moisturiser filled the air. " The bathroom is all yours " she said over the noise of the dryer "I hope there will be enough hot water for you to shower and shave" I grunted in reply. Sharing a house with four females meant that my ration of hot water was always marginal despite the extra large tank we had recently installed in the loft to service both bathrooms. I showered and shaved quickly, checking my watch. I stepped through door into the bedroom and stopped in surprise, still rubbing my hair dry with a towel. Jessica was standing with her back to me. She had one slender leg propped on chair in front of her adjusting the strap of a high heeled jewelled sandal. The long sweep of her arched thigh made my prick twitch. She finished and turned, saw me and smiled. She did a little twirl, posed facing me one hand propped on her hip provocatively and asked archly " Well will I do ?"

I caught my breath. She was wearing the flimsiest of halter tops. Red silk that was transparent enough to show off her full unsupported breasts. They were I knew 36 c (from a recent surreptitious check in her underwear drawer when trawling for inspiration for a Xmas present). They were still reasonably firm. The dark aureole of each nipple was clearly visible. My eyes travelled down over the slight swell of her bare tummy. I stopped there as I saw something glinting. I tried not to register my surprise at the jewelled ring that was attached to her navel. I worked my brain feverishly " had she told me she was getting her belly button pierced and I had forgotten?" I decided not to ask. My eyes travelled down further to see her 'almost' wearing the shortest of black ra-ra skirts. It could not have been more than 14 inches long and showed the length of her bare legs as far as her upper thighs. She was 5 foot 5 or so but with the heels was almost at eye level with me.

"Jeeze " I exclaimed " I guess you really are going as a sinner. Are you wearing panties under that excuse for a skirt?"

I looked at her closely, probably the first time in a long time. I guess we had got used to each other and I certainly hadn't really paid too close attention to how she looked for some time. I was stunned. Her dark brown eyes were highlighted by bronze shadow fading into purple making them look enormous. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from blusher or excitement I knew not. Her full lips glowed soft and red. I knew the soft bedroom lights were flattering but she looked amazing.

She grinned at me and twirled again more vigorously. The pleated skirt flared up. She appeared to be naked under it. As she saw my shocked expression she giggled and raised the skirt to her waist. Her pussy was barely covered by a heart shaped tiny piece of black lace. There was no trace of pubic hair so I guessed she must have shaved. The thin strap disappeared under her. She turned showing the rest of the black thong's narrow strap that nestled between the two moons of her shapely buttocks. My cock hardened more and I sucked in a deep breath. Jessica had never dressed and acted this way before. She wasn't a prude but she always dressed reasonably modestly. After the birth of the twins she had worked hard to get her figure back and she worked out twice a week still. I looked back to her face, it was flushed and smiling, red lips softly parted. Her brown eyes dancing, reflecting the lights from the room. Her chestnut brown hair was tied back tightly and fastened by a silver clasp in a loose ponytail. She wore no other jewellery apart from a black velvet choker at her throat. I looked at her and then down at the bulge in the towel that hugged my hips. She giggled and shook her head.

"We really don't have time Hun" she said " but I appreciate the compliment". Ruefully I smiled and dropping the towel just to show her what effect she had on me and turned to the bed. She had chosen a Priest's costume for me. I grinned remembering my earlier comment to Stanley. " Seems I got it wrong" I told myself " Jessica is the sinner and I am the saint, for a change".

I quickly dressed. White vest and loose boxer shorts under the long black cassock. She had got me the proper white reverse collar, even gaiters and black silk socks as well. Dressed, I looked at myself in the cheval mirror. I looked quite the priest I thought. I gazed at myself critically. My thick black hair, cut short as the latest fashion, was showing traces of grey at the sides but all in all I was not displeased with my appearance. I was still 12 stone and for my height of 5ft 11 apparently not overweight. I peered closer, my dark grey eyes inspecting my face wondering if the changes I was experiencing were discernable. I smiled back through the mirror at Jessica as she watched me. She smiled approvingly. " You look good Hun " her eyes were bright and her whole demeanour flirtish.

"Would you like me to hear your confession" I enquired grinning at her. She dropped to her knees in front of me giggling like a schoolgirl. "Not right now Father" she whispered her voice dancing with amusement.

" And I don't even have time to kiss your ring". She added as she leaned forward and pressed her red mouth over the bulge in my cassock Her breath warming my tumescent prick that was still making its presence felt poking against the folds of the cassock through my shorts.. She giggled again, got to her feet and dashed from room ra-ra skirt swirling round her thighs.

As I finished dressing I was still in a bit of a daze. Jessica's behaviour, whilst stimulating and entertaining was so out of character. Well at least for the last 10 years or so. Though I recalled how much fun we shared when we were first together. This whole day had been so strange I mused.

I heard the sounds of a car in the drive and looked down from the window. From a taxi the golden haired angel sara jumped out accompanied by an older girl with darker blonde hair. I could only see top of her head but I guessed it was her big sister Philippa who I was anxious to meet. I hurried from the bedroom, knocking on Rachel's door as I passed " Your friend and sitter are here sweetie" I called.

Trying not to trip over the hem of the cassock that covered me from neck to feet I went to front door to welcome them. I was nervous, the memory of a naked Sara crouched over my cock sucking me off still had power to make my legs tremble. I took a deep breath, fixed a smile a welcoming my face.

Sara grinned as I opened the door " Hey " she said " its a priest come to save souls" She dissolved in giggles and dashed through open door to find her soul mate Rachel.

The older girl was almost my height and she smiled at me and said in a soft voice

" Hello I am Philippa, unfortunately related to the imp that just whizzed past you". She offered her hand which I shook feeling rather awkward. She had a very direct gaze from dark blue intelligent eyes. Not exactly pretty but with an attractive and 'interesting face'. She had a sprinkling of slight freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her face was devoid of makeup apart from dark red lipstick. I smiled as I held her hand.

" Its nice to meet you Philippa at last " I said " I have heard lots about you from your proud parents and by the way please call me Dave- and not Uncle or God forbid 'Father' Dave". The last remark I accompanied with what I hoped was a winning grin.

She smiled at that and pressed my hand before releasing it. "I feel I already know you she said." She had a very composed manner and moved gracefully as I welcomed her to my home. She was, I knew remarkably bright with a string of A levels and had had no problem getting a place at Cambridge. She wore a long ethnic skirt that reached almost to her ankles. Her dark blonde hair was loose and just brushed the top of her shoulders. A white buttoned blouse completed the picture of quiet elegance. I showed her through to lounge admiring the graceful sway of her hips as she walked on kitten heeled mules in front of me clutching an overnight bag. Jessica took over and greeted her warmly and introduced her to the twins. Georgina and Annabelle stood holding hands dressed in their pyjamas inspecting the new arrival carefully. I grimaced wondering how they were going to get on with Philippa. The seemed ok though and smiled and said hi quite politely.

The next 30 mins were a flurry of Philippa getting to know the twins and Rachel and being shown where everything was. We had a guest room ready for her as she was staying overnight as we had no idea when we would be back. Jessica as always fussed and fussed till I could see even Philippa getting a little exasperated. Our taxi arrived then, so wrapping the mohair cape I had bought for Jessica's recent birthday round her flimsy outfit we essayed forth into the night to the 'special party'........

Chapter 3 :The Party

The large house was ablaze with lights as we drove up. I paid off the taxi and knocked loudly on the large oak door. I felt silly in my long black cassock wondering how many others were similarly attired. Jessica looked at me and winked and I tried not to laugh. The door was opened by a female, it was hard to recognise who as the light spilling out from the hall put her in silhouette. We stepped over the threshold . I whistled in astonishment.

It was Martha and she looked so different. She wore a tight leather bustiere that did wonders for her normally small cleavage and a pair of skin tight black leather pants, her waist encircled by a heavy metal chain belt. Stretching from her feet to mid thigh she wore a pair of heeled black leather boots laced up at the front. The heels added enough inches to bring her eye level with me. She greeted us effusively, took Jess's wrap. She dropped it on the hall chair and wrapped her arms round Jessica after first inspecting her skimpy outfit with nods of approval. Much to my surprise, instead of the normal two cheek air kiss that passes for a greeting between women she held Jessica close and kissed her full on the lips. I grinned and muttered lightly " Anymore of those going Martha". She broke the kiss, stepped back and looked at me. A wicked smile flickered round her rather thin carmine red lips.

"You are the 7th priest or vicar here tonight Dave, plus we have 4 nuns and some, what I think are 'vestal virgins' so I guess I had better behave myself". With that she smiled more affectionately at me and lightly brushed my cheek with her lips. She took our hands and led us through to the lounge.

I was always a little wary of Martha. She was a clinical psychologist with more letters after her name than you would find in a tin of Heinz's alphabet soup. She had piercing cobalt blue eyes and close cropped auburn hair. She was a little taller than Jess and was what I always thought of as 'aggressively' slim. Jessica hung on her every word. She was always pleasant enough to me but there was something about her that made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Rachel and the twins also had virtually 'adopted' her as an aunt. Both Jessica and I were only children so we had no close family relatives.

I looked round and saw the armchair that I had occupied just a few hours earlier, I felt a slight twinge down below as I had a flashback of a golden head bent over my stiff prick. Martha gave me a strange look and then smiled. " Ok, as this is your first time at one of our famous, or should I say infamous parties ". Her voice dropped in pitch and volume as she added the alternative description and continued..

" Let me outline the normal procedure here. This is as you can see the lounge- no music here - its the place for drinking and chatting - getting to know people. Through here" she said leading us past the kitchen into the dining room which was set out with buffet tables " is where the food and drinks are". We went through French windows, open to the warm summer night air, to the huge conservatory at the back which abutted the flood lit pool. "This is for serious mixing and dancing". Low music played gently in background. She smiled . "The only places "off limits" are the Master bedroom, the study and the basement, these are locked."

She looked at Jessica and smiled softly "As you are the newbies here I think the best thing is to introduce you all round- you won't remember most of the names but our friend will know yours so just relax and enjoy. Oh " she added " just one rule , after I take you round once together to be introduced then if you guys are seen together at any time for the rest of night you will get thrown in the pool- fully dressed and" here she paused and smiled wickedly " if , heaven forbid, you are seen making out or even dancing together you still end up in the pool but stark naked and fair game for anyone.".

Jessica giggled at that and looked slyly at me. We had our own private rules for 'parties' which we had arrived at after previous jealous, mostly on her part, rows. We would go our own way, we agreed, no jealousies and no recriminations after. The only 'no-no' was unprotected fucking. Other than that we agreed we were free to do what we wanted. My sex drive had always been stronger than Jessica's. She wasn't frigid by any means but I guess with pressures of being a mum and looking after our growing family that part of her life took second place. I on the other hand had a strong libido and was always randy.

Stan came over then and said hi, his eyes grow wide as he took in Jessica's semi nude body. He hugged her, lightly kissing her cheek, whispering something in her ear that caused her to blush. They accompanied us as we were introduced all round. There were, I guessed about 40 people in the various rooms. Everyone had 'dressed' (or virtually undressed as it were) for the occasion. I noticed that Jessica drew lots of admiring glances from most of the guys as well as some of the women. I was pleased for her and not a little proud. The faces and names rather blurred and I gave up trying to put names to faces.

The age range was quite wide. There were a few younger people, a large number of middle aged and a surprising number of considerably older guests. As we went round saying hi to devils, priests, nuns, sluts, at least one Joan of Arc and a myriad of indeterminate sinners and saints I mentally tried to place which might be members of the various "groups" Stan had mentioned earlier. I gave up after a while. I noticed a change in Jessica's manner when she greeted some guests. She dropped her gaze and flushed.

We grabbed a drink. Martha seemed very proprietorial. She held Jess's hand or arm as she took her away from my side to meet some more arrivals. Stan and I chatted aimlessly for a while then he wandered off as a particularly high breasted vestal virgin, showing an inordinate amount of thigh took his eye.

The next two hours or so passed slowly for me. The general buzz of conversation, the music from the conservatory, the clinking of glasses and soft giggling and peals of surprised laughter so familiar from previous parties. I chatted and flirted a little. Had the occasional dance, well dance as in , rubbing barely covered bellies exploringly against another, feet shuffling unconvincingly to whatever rythm was playing. There was much mutul groping, soft squealing and grunts.A few woman were dancing together I noted, " Guess its an equal opportunity party " I grinned to myself.

I spied Jess once on the floor, clutched in the arms of a tall thin "devil", complete with semi mask and horns. I had met him earlier and remembered him vaquely from his goatee beard and grey eyes behind rimless glasses.. He was in his late 50's I guessed and apparently a colleague of Martha's. Jess was glued to his skintight leatherclad body, arms draped round his shoulders as his hands moulded her arse under her excuse for a skirt. She must have sensed my gaze and looked at me. Her eyes were semi glazed and dark. She smiled and mouthed "love you" at me and then closed them again as he pressed her tighter against him from shoulders to thighs, one leg thrust hard between hers, grinding against her barely covered mound. I saw her wince a little as he presumably squeezed her arse harder.

I felt strangely discontented. Normally I am in my element at parties. I loved the excitement of flirting, the breathless exploration of an unfamiliar female body, the deliciously slow build up of exciting possibilities. I had a semi erection under the long black folds of the cassock but after the events of earlier at this house I felt no real compulsion to "connect" with anyone, though much was on offer as was blatantly made clear to me.

Suddenly Stan clapped his hands to get attention. The music stopped and he announced.

"Ok folks party games are starting in the lounge for any that are interested. The catering help has departed so its fun time. Usual rules - Only one partner can participate so decide who is going to "play " and come through".

I smiled pleasantly at the nun I had been fondling on the dance floor. She was naked under her habit, plump but cute with a firm body despite being at least 45 I guessed. She grabbed my hand, which was a little damp from the recent close proximity to her vulva and we walked into the lounge.

They were drawing lots for the game. Only 6 women and 6 men were to participate. The rest were to watch and encourage. Most of these games were similar involving some sort of sexual activity. My "nun" asked me if I was going to enter. I looked round for Jessica but she was nowhere to be seen. She was always too reserved to enter these games but I always gave her the opportunity knowing she would demur leaving me free to enter. I had never been shy of displaying my substantial endowment.

With some surprise I heard myself making an excuse to the nun

" Not at the moment" I replied " I think I will just watch"

She squeezed my hand and stepped over to Stan and drew a number. I watched for a while. The game was one I had seen and indulged in before. The 6 women selected from the apparently random draw were blindfolded and knelt in the centre of the lounge. In turn each of the 6 guys whose number had been drawn at random also was fellated by the kneeling women. They were allowed 3 minutes each before passing to next woman till all had had their pricks sucked. They were not allowed to come. The guys gave each woman a score out of 10 for their mouth work. Stan kept the scores for each woman. Then the guys were blindfolded, the women were turned, heads resting on carpet, arses in the air. They had clothes lifted and panties removed if that was necessary so as to expose their vulvas. The guys were led in random turn to each raised female backside and they proceeded, after much blind groping to perform cunnilingus. Again there was a time limit of 3 mins. The women then scored the guys.

The finish of the game was a public 69 sucking to climax by the highest scoring couple. It was a great way to get to know people and established the " no holds barred" invitation to as much public and indiscriminate sexual activity as was your wish. Much of the enjoyment of this particular game was the eager and vociferous vocal encouragement of the watchers. It always surprised me how the women were not slow to provide raucous and downright dirty advice and comments, especially to and about their partner's performance, or lack of!

I watched for a while and then went to get a drink. I still could see no sign of Jess. Martha suddenly appeared at my side.

"You bored David " she enquired her eyes bright and amused .

"No" - I grinned at her- " I didn't enter as you weren't on offer" -I offered that comment out of politeness really though she was not unattractive I was wary of her.

"Oh " she looked at me " Stan and I dont indulge in these game we have our own particular areas of interest" She gazed at me as if weighing me up " Why dont you come to the study, I think we should have a chat"

I clutched my drink and followed her, admiring the sway of her hips, the tight leather pants erotically outlining the globes of her bottom as they alternatively tightened and relaxed. She unlocked the study door and motioned me in. I plonked myself down in a large club chair. The cassock folding neatly between my legs. I had got used to it now and was surprised how much I enjoyed the "freedom" from tighter fitting pants or trousers. Martha perched next to me on arm of the chair close to her desk on which sat a large computer monitor. To the side of the desk was an even larger free standing TV. The desk top also held a number of controls, smaller monitors and various pieces of electrical equipment.

She leaned closer to me. Her heavy musky scent teasing my nostrils, her warm bare arm touching my cassock clad shoulder. I looked at her, eye brows raised.

"So David " she whispered huskily, her warm breath tickling my ear. " How was your afternoon with Stan and Sara?

I looked at her, not quite sure what was happening here.

"It was OK " I stammered almost choking on my drink as I remembered.

"Mmmmm " she purred softly " Only OK?" - She paused for a moment and, eyes glittering wickedly continued " Sitting in my lounge while my beautiful naked 13 year old step daughter sucked you off while her father watched was only OK ?

I gulped the last of my drink. I semi- turned to look at her, my cock now fully at attention poking through the slit in my loose boxers, bulging against the front of my cassock.

"You were watching " I asked " I thought you were picking up Philippa?

She made no reply but leaned forward and pressed a remote control on the desk in front of her. The TV flicked on and a picture appeared on the screen. The picture was obviously from a video or DVD. It was a still shot. The angle of the camera was almost at ground level. In the foreground in astonishing detail was the naked back of an obviously young girl. Her thighs were still slender, with the coltish grace of a young teen. Her legs were spread as she kneeled forward ber back bent a little. Her long blonde hair caressed her naked shoulders. The erotic sweep of her young firm buttocks was breathtaking. The cleft was pronounced and below one could discern gently pouting pink firm labia lips. These were framed by golden wisps of pubic hair. Martha pressed the control again and the picture moved forward. The camera swept up at an angle showing a young girl's face, cheeks bulging as her mouth struggled to encompass the glistening red head of a very large prick. The mouth moved up and down as her slim hands milked the thick veined stem. I gasped as I realised it was a recording of Sara sucking me in the lounge that afternoon.

"What the hell " I exploded , not able to tear my eyes away from the TV. My cock was achingly hard. Martha stopped the playback.

I swallowed and looked at her " What's all this" I asked " blackmail?

She laughed " Do you really think I am that crass David " She dropped a hand to my lap and squeezed my rigid cock hard making me wince. "Not at all- you have nothing I want, certainly nothing I can't have anyway " she amended and then smiling whispered..

" Its Insurance, all the rooms in the house, bar two, are fitted with the latest video surveillance. The cameras giving me capability of filming all the action from a variety of angles. I have become quite the experienced director".

She rose and pulled open a wall cupboard that had racks and racks of video cassettes. "In here" she indicated the files of cassettes "Are my records of the filming of a wide variety of sexual and perverse practices that I have accumulated over the years. Partly for my own pleasure as well as my professional research. The video of you and Sara is yours if you wish. It may excite you to watch it whilst fucking Jessica one night. Or " She added " fucking your little Rachel in the not too distant future"

I groaned as I listened to her. My heart was racing, my head spinning denied the full measure of blood that was engorging my straining cock.

"You heard my conversation with Stan then" I gasped, then the realisation hit me ..

"Fuck!!!! you bloody instigated or programmed it ?"

She nodded and smiled and checked her watch.

"We have only a few minutes till show time Dave so listen without interupting OK ?" I nodded weakly completely shaken by the cool matter of factness in her voice and her controlling demeanour.

"We can all have what we want" she spoke softly looking in my eyes.. " You get to fuck and play with young girls, including your Rachel. Stan gets the same, as he has been doing for some time with Philippa and others. Jessica gets what she wants, which you will know soon. As for me - well " she stared at me her eyes wide and wild...

" I get to control - to enjoy the ultimate buzz of mind exploration and control. To manipulate and encourage. To make people accept and then enjoy the foulest perversions they are capable of". She shivered, her hand still squeezing my rigid prick "You have no idea how satisfying it is to guide and educate".Though there is something that I will have you give me - but that's for another time"

Her lips were wet with saliva and her face flushed as she continued , her eyes fanatically wide. " I am talking about more than just incest and underage sex David. I am talking about fulfilling fantasies, about going beyond what is moral and acceptable, breaking every taboo and all with minimum risk.

With that she leaned forward again and switched on the large monitor on her desk, her hand slipping inside the join in my cassock and lightly touching my straining penis. "Watch and learn" she whispered softly in my ear "You are just at the beginning of a journey into world of infinite pleasure and eroticism. And don't interrupt".

I sat there with her hypnotic voice echoing through my brain. The screen flickered and came to life. The picture quality was good and the shot was high from a wall opposite the door. The wide angle showed it to be a plain room with just a bed and a large cupboard. Sarah sat next to me biting her lower lip between her sharp white teeth, She seemed a little anxious as if not quite sure whether what she had obviously planned was going to occur. The door opened at last and a female figure stepped in rather tentatively. It was too distant to identify properly. Martha sighed softly and smiled a sibilant "Yesssssssssssssssss" escaped her lips.

She used one hand to control the cameras and the focus. The other was still lightly stoking my hard erection. I knew not to move and I watched, holding my breath. The camera zoomed in on the figure and I let out a short gasp. I wasn't really surprised but I still felt a jolt as I saw Jessica approach the bed which was covered in just a sheet a some pillows. I watched transfixed. She paused at the foot and looked around. The camera shot grew tighter and I saw her flushed face. Her eyes were wide with apprehension and she licked her lips nervously. It was very erotic watching my flimsily clothed wife in this way. Her dark nipples were obviously hard and clearly etched against the thin silk of her halter top.

I shifted a little on my chair and whispered " Does she know the room is being videoed?

Martha, her lips curved in a triumphal smile nodded " Yes David but she thinks its only for my pleasure and viewing. She has no idea anyone else, particularly you may be watching- now hush!"

Jessica slowly raised her hands to the thin strap holding her top and slipped it free. Her large breasts swayed slightly at the movement of her arms as they were uncovered. I swallowed as I watched. She then slipped off her short skirt and reaching to her waist slid off the tiny black lace thong. She folded her clothes carefully and placed them by the side of bed and straightened up. She was naked standing in just the jewelled heeled sandals I had admired so many hours ago in our bedroom. The camera shot was full figured and her nakedness filled the screen in front of my eyes. The recently shaving of her vulva emphasised her nudity.

I felt my cock twitch even more as I saw my wife in a way I had never before. Martha felt the tremor in my cock and squeezed the base hard. I felt a lick of thick hot lust shooting through me. I wanted to dash to where she was and fuck her till she screamed. She had never looked so sexy and erotic. My excitement was heightened by having Martha's musky scent filling my nostrils, her warm body so close to mine, her strong hand caressing my penis, knowing Jessica had no idea I was watching.

Jessica looked behind her at the door, Martha sucked in her breath next to me. Then slowly Jessica bent forward from the waist till her elbows and head were just resting on the edge of the foot of the bed. She straightened her long legs, elongated by the high heels she was wearing. This raised her bottom and she posed motionless, her head now resting on her folded arms as she bent them at the elbows on the bed. Her back angled up slightly, her legs about two foot apart and her shapely arse high. Martha adjusted the controls and we got a shot from ground level on a side wall. This showed her body in profile, her face hidden by her arms, her hard nippled breasts pendulous as they responded to the insidious pull of gravity.

Its hard to convey how intensely erotic this scene was for me. There had been no sound except the initial clicking of her heels on the polished wooden floor as she entered. The soft whisperings of the silks as she removed her clothes. Now I could hear her breathing, panting softly. The camera slowly panned across this flesh that I knew so intimately but which now seemed foreign to me. Martha's hands continued to lightly stroke my cock with one hand as the other controlled the cameras. The door behind Jessica opened slowly. Martha breathed softly in my ear "Don't forget she is not restrained in any way David , she is free to leave whenever she wants". I nodded, my eyes glued to the screen. My throat was too tight to speak.

A tall figure entered behind her. It was dressed in a Devil's outfit. I recognised it immediately. It was the older guy I had seen dancing with her earlier- the professor with the goatee beard. He stepped to the cupboard I had noted earlier and opened the cabinet. There was no sound now except Jessica's soft breathing as she posed bent over naked at the foot of bed, vulnerable and exposed. He took from the cupboard a sort of whip. It wasn't too distinct as Martha had adjusted the camera shot and we were looking down again the length of the bed from the head wall.

He stepped closer to Jess and almost lovingly laid the object on her bare back. Martha zoomed in the camera for a tighter shot. It was a tawse I thought. A thick plaited leather handle with four leather thongs. Each thong was knotted at intervals. I didn't really count but I guessed there were four knots on each strand. It looked wicked. Jessica shuddered slightly as it touched her bare skin. I realised that the guy knew the camera positions in the way he laid it out.

He then moved to her side and said something which the mic's didn't quite catch. Jess lifted her head. Her face was deeply flushed. Her hair was loose. Her eyes were feverishly bright. He pushed the tawse towards her face. I blinked as she softly pressed her full red lips to the leather and kissed the whip at the junction of the stands and the handle.. He smiled and she replaced her head between her folded arms pressing her face firmly down. He moved to stand behind her and slowly opened the flap at the front of his tight leather trousers. It was a form of cod piece that covered his genitalia. He freed his prick with one hand and slowly stroked his semi limp staff. It was quite long but not terribly thick. I felt a small stirring of concern, Jess and I had a no fucking agreement. I looked at Martha. Her eyes were fixed on the screen. I swallowed and looked back. She flicked some controls and we were now seeing the scene from behind the two figures.

The Devil took position slightly to Jess's side. Her long legs, taut and trembling slightly, filled the screen. Her buttocks were clenched. He slowly ran one hand over the mounds of her cheeks, stroking and fondling. I heard her gasp and she pushed harder back against His hand. He patted each cheek, gently at first and then with a quicker harder beat. He slapped her cheeks randomly so she could not anticipate the next hard slap. Her breathing quickened and she panted softly moaning into her folded arms. Her bottom slowly started to turn a rosy pink. I squirmed on the chair, Martha's hand folded in a tight fist enclosing my rigid hard cock. The Devil stopped and spat on his hand, then lightly massaged his saliva into the pink flesh of her arse cheeks. She whimpered softly raising her arse even higher in offering to Him, the long muscles of her legs like cords etched starkly under her white skin.

I saw his prick stiffening slowly. He then stepped a little further away, one hand holding the thick plaited handle. the other gently holding the tips of the leather strands of the small whip, measuring the distance to her flushed sweet arse. His black clad arm rose high, the leather strands swinging wickedly. I watched holding my breath with the same intensity that Martha was holding my swollen achingly hard prick. He flicked His wrist back, the wicked looking strands of leather straightened out, extended to the full. His arm then swung down , the leather whiplike tendrils blurred as they hissed through the air before lashing across Jess's pink buttock cheeks. The sharp crack of leather strips lashing tender bare flesh made me jerk in my chair. Jess's bottom shivered and her knees buckled slightly. Four red wheals striped across her raised bottom as the blood rushed to the site of the abused skin. Darker red blotches, angry and swelling rapidly showed the cruel marks of the knots. I heard a muffled shriek. Martha's hand gripped my staff tighter, and I heard her moan softly close to my ear.

The devil stood still behind his obviously willing victim. The strands of leather hanging limply pointing to the floor as his arm relaxed. Martha had a tight focus on my wife's arse. The stripes of welted flesh ran in an almost continuous line across her buttocks interrupted by the deep cleft that separated each cheek. The backs of her thighs were quivering as the muscles spasmed. The picture we watched was so intensely erotic. I shuddered at how painful it must be for her yet apart from the involuntary clenching of her buttocks at the moment of impact she stayed bent over. The red blotches from the knots staining her skin looked particularly painful.

He raised his whip hand again. Jess must have heard or sensed the movement. The backs of her thighs tightened but she stayed still. He swung the tawse again but more lightly. His wrists snapped almost gracefully and the leather tails lightly caressed her bruised arse cheeks as if in a kiss. She shuddered and I heard her whimpering into her arms. He moved a little further back and to the side. His long thin cock now hard. Swaying as he moved. The next blow was lower, flicking up slightly to catch the underside of her right buttock. He struck the tender flesh with the tips of the leather tails. I was amazed at his dexterity.

I was panting with excitement, watching an obvious whip master play my wife's naked arse with the instrument of the whip. The music was her whimpering sobs interspersed with the hiss and crack of the whip as he varied the tempo and force of each blow. I moved Martha's hand forcibly from my cock. I didn't want to come. I wanted to savour this scene whilst my prick was hard, whilst my balls were still full, swollen and painful. I sat entranced as He proceeded whipping her bum from where the crease of her buttocks met her thighs to the top where they curved into her lower waist. Her skin was a mass of angry red wheals and stripes. I stopped counting. The tails lashed her buttocks in random turn, some soft and caressing some angrily hard. There was no pattern to them and no timing. Her buttocks were a mass now of angry red and purple bruises. The stripes melted into each other as the lashes rained down, each one picking a different target area.

We could hear the Devil panting now over Jess's muffled screams, sobs and yelps. Her legs were strained tight and trembling. His cock was rigidly hard and swaying in an obscene grotesque dance to the music he was creating. He stopped and the leather handle slipped from his grasp to the floor. He stood still, chest heaving. Jess's legs buckled slightly and he reached out one hand and pinched the ugly red wheals. She lifted her head and screamed and I almost shot out of my chair.

Martha's expert fingers manipulated the controls and we saw her face in close up from the camera at the head of the bed. Her red face was smeared with mascara and tears. Her lips were raw from where she had been biting them. Her eyes were wild. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her lipstick smeared lips. There was a look of ecstasy on her face and she opened her mouth wide and howled. I hardly recognised her- she had an almost feral quality as if the savage beating had unleashed a wild animal that dwelt within her. I heard Martha's soft now husky, voice whispering in my ear

" She is such a natural David, she is probably experiencing the most amazing endorphin rush right now. Gerald is the most accomplished Whipmaster " she continued " He is in great demand for exhibitions you should see him wielding single tails and cats- simply amazing. Notice he hasn't broken her skin and has restricted the whipping to the area's of her bottom that will normally be covered by her knickers. Though " she chuckled " they may have to be large ones"

Martha was squirming on the arm of my chair, her tight leather pants squeaking against the leather clad arm. My cock was almost numb, distended painfully, the reddish purple head poking angrily through the slit. The camera shot zoomed back showing the whole scene from the head wall. Martha dropped her hand again and squeezed my rigid rod, gasping softly..

"You may need this for next part David" she whispered and dropped a small towel on my lap.

I wondered what the next part was supposed to be- Jess looked completely exhausted as she dropped her head back to the bed her knees buckling to the floor in a kneel. I was breathing heavily, my eyes glued to the screen hardly able to believe this was my wife submitting to being used so painfully.

The door opened and the figure of a Nun entered the room from behind Jessica. She spoke softly to the devil, who I now knew was called Gerald. Jess knelt still apart from occasional shudders that racked her naked body. Her sobs and panting were softer now, muffled a little by her arms. Between them, the Devil and the Nun eased Jess to her feet. She whimpered as the movement pulled at the stretched welted skin of her arse.

They turned her slowly so her bottom was pressed against the bed edge. Martha switched cameras so we were once again looking at the scene up the length of the room from the door. Jessica was a pitiful sight. Her face was smeared and streaked, her eyes red, mouth smeared. Chestnut coloured hair was lank and unkempt. Her heavy beasts swung gently, from the heaving of her chest as she panted, hard nipples erect. The camera shot zoomed closer focussing on her shaven vulva. The labia lips that I knew so well were puffy and slackly open, coated with an oily excretion that also smeared the insides her thighs.

The Nun, from the side so as not to block the camera shot, stretched one hand across her cunt, the index finger and thumb pressed down and then spread opening Jess's labia lips wider. Under the lights of the room I saw her juices gleaming wetly on the red flesh under her spread outer lips. Her pinkish red inner lips glistening also. Just in camera shot at the side I saw the devil's still rock hard thin cock swaying. I groaned softly, Jess had obviously orgasmed, a thing that rarely happened with me. I strained to catch a glimpse of her clit to see if it was erect and swollen but the folds of skin obscured it. Martha's voice hissed in my ear..

"I told you she was a natural David, few women or men for that matter reach orgasm from just a whipping"

I was utterly confused, out of my depth, I couldn't believe I knew my wife so little. I slowly stroked my prick as we watched. I had no idea what was going to happen next. My mind was racing, was the Nun going to participate, were they finished with Jessica, where was the devil going to find a home for his rampant cock? I recalled our " no fucking agreement". I had resolutely pushed to the back of my mind Martha's references to her own girls and my Rachel. I sat, my hand clutching my huge erection, knowing I was lost now in Martha's depraved world. I swallowed holding my breath........