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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...