10-Party Time


The girls referred to it as the JSC. The men referred to it as the FDA, or 
Father-Daughter Association. It was composed of men in their early 
thirties to early fifties. Business and professional men who were either 
already successful in their chosen careers or who were rising fast. 
Ostensibly, and this is the public image they projected, the group had 
two purposes. First, it was a social club for men in which they could 
meet and in a relaxed, congenial atmosphere, forge lucrative business 
deals with each other. Secondly, it was intended to nurture the futures 
of their young daughters, by giving them an unique environment to 
function within. The girls were encouraged to sit in on business deals 
to see how such things were done. It was thought this would prepare 
them for later on in life. In all ways, these daughters were carefully 
looked after and provided for by the FDA. Many of the girls attended 
private schools, the best schools. All of them traveled a lot, to Europe, 
the Far East or wherever the business of their fathers might take them. 
All along the path of life, doors would be opened for these young 
women. Doors that otherwise might not even be there. Nothing was 
too good for them. If it could be bought, they had it. It was a strong 
network of social and business contacts, and the men and their 
families, particularly the girls, flourished inside it. There was a snob 
appeal about the whole thing which was deliberately encouraged. 
They kept their membership small and in order to get in, you had to be 
successful. You also had to have a pre-teen age daughter and be 
willing to share her with the other men.

For our introduction, Mindy and I had been invited to spend the 
Memorial Day weekend at the home of a family called Pelham. The 
Pelhams lived in the next county. Their home turned out to be a rather 
large place with acres of  ground around it. The house stood on a low 
hill, surrounded by trees and not easily seen from the road. As the 
ground sloped away from the house in all directions, there were more 
trees. It looked like all they  had was the house and lots of trees. We 
drove up a long, private road and came to a huge, steel gate. It was 
securely anchored between two, red brick columns, and a rather high 
brick wall flowed away through the trees in either direction. The only 
way in or out was through the gate. It was closed and no one was 
around to open it. Then I saw a call box in one of the brick columns. I 
pushed the call button and waited. Nothing happened for a moment 
or two and I looked around to see if anyone might be coming down 
the road from inside. Nothing. No one. Then I noticed a TV camera on 
top of  the column. I was being scanned. Someone inside was 
watching me. A voice crackled out of the speaker in the call box.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

"Hi...I'm Jack Danvers. I'm here with my daughter. I'm looking for the 
Pelham residence. Is this it?"

"Oh, yes...We're expecting you. I'll open the gate for you. Just drive on 
in and follow the road until it forks. The right hand fork leads to the 
parking lot and I'll meet you there."

The gate swung open with amazingly little effort or noise, considering 
how heavy it must have been. Very expensive, no doubt.

"Here goes, honey," I said, driving through. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah... and just a little bit nervous."

"Everything will be fine, although this is a bit more than I expected." I 
looked ahead and marveled at the beauty of the grounds. Lush forest 
and underbrush grew densely everywhere, making it impossible for 
anyone outside the property to see in more than a few yards. The 
heavy growth soon gave way to open park land, dotted with groves of 
trees. The crown of the hill bore the roof angles of the large house I'd 
seen from the road. Turning right as directed, I pulled to a stop in front 
of a long garage. There were about a dozen , or so cars, already 
there.

Mindy and I stepped out of the car, uncertain as to what we should do. 
Coming up the road was a golf cart with two women in it. The woman 
driving greeted us. "Hello, Jack and Mindy. Welcome to our home."

The woman who greeted us was attractive but her teen years were 
long behind her. The other one, a young girl, was a beauty. They both 
wore short, terrycloth robes. I was a little surprised to see a grown 
woman. My impression had been that the only adults present would 
be the fathers of the girls. Anyway, the young girl was exactly what I 
expected to see. She was a beautiful child of about twelve or possibly 
thirteen, well into puberty, but not fully grown yet. Her flowing, light, 
brown hair hung over her shoulders and down her back, almost to her 
waist. A few strands of hair draped in front. Underneath the robe I 
could make out a small but interesting bust line. She was 
breathtaking. 

The woman brought the golf cart to a halt and got out. "Hi. I'm Sandy 
Pelham, and this is Jill Carr, one of our guests. Welcome to our place. 
Mindy, you're every bit as lovely as I've been told. I hope you'll enjoy 
your stay here. Are you ready to go?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Why don't you go with Jill. She'll take you down to the pool. 
That's where the other girls are."

Mindy climbed into the golf cart and they were gone.

"Your daughter is very pretty, Jack. You probably won't see much of 
her for the rest of the day."

This remark surprised me. "Oh? And why is that?, I asked suspiciously.

"Well," said Sandy Pelham, "there's nothing sinister about it. It's just 
that everyone will want to meet her and show her around...but, we'll 
get into that later. Why don't you undress and put on one of these 
robes?"

"...Where can I change?"

"There's a small room inside the garage you can use. Later on... well, 
when we all get in the pool we usually go naked. Leave your clothes in 
the car. They'll be quite safe there."

"OK. I'll be right back."

After changing, we got into one of the golf carts and Sandy skillfully 
guided us through the trees. As we rode I noticed an occasional, small 
tent tucked away in the trees. Each one was brightly colored. "What 
are those for?"

"You'll probably be staying in one, tonight. We have bedrooms at the 
house, but you'll find those little tents quite nice, and private. Each 
one has a small flag pole in front. You're supposed to raise the flag so 
others will know the tent is occupied."

As we circled around, gradually nearing the house, she pointed out 
other features. There were several trails leading to various points on 
the grounds. In addition to the pool, which I did not get to see, there 
were stables but I didn't see any horses. They also had a regulation 
tennis court, a regulation sized, outdoor basketball court, and even a 
softball field. It was all laid out with foul lines and looked ready for 
play. Much later I learned that there was also a two lane bowling alley 
in the basement of the house, not to mention a bar and lounge 
worthy of a small hotel. Sandy was most enthusiastic about her home 
and took pains to explain every aspect. During the grand tour it 
occurred to me that she had a husband someplace, and I envied him. 
She was a charming and very pretty woman.

"Well, here's the main house. Let's go in and I'll show you around."

We strolled up to the main entrance and went in. The huge foyer had 
marble floors. There was a marble staircase that wound its way to the 
upper level, and it had very expensive looking wood railings. I could 
see several open doorways, leading off to other parts of the house. It 
was a huge place, richly and tastefully furnished.

After we'd been in the house awhile, Sandy stopped pointing things 
out to me and went on to a more interesting subject. We had come 
back down to a small sitting room on the first floor, and she motioned 
me to sit beside her.

"Counting your daughter, there are twelve girls here. That's a rather 
large number, and constitutes almost our entire active membership at 
this time. We don't often have this many here at one time, so this is 
somewhat of a special occasion. The fathers, and in one case a 
mother, are also here."

I was impressed. "It sounds like you've got quite a crowd on your 
hands."

"Yes, but we're set up for it."

I was curious to know. "Is your daughter here, as well?"

"No, she's not. My daughter is too old for this. She was a member at 
one time, when she was younger."

I was interested to learn that at least some mothers knew what was 
going on. What would Sue think if she knew what Mindy and I were 
doing here?

"So, tell me. How old are the girls?"

"Well, we never bring in a girl until she's at least ten years old, and 
most of the time the girl will be eleven or even twelve before she sees 
the inside of these grounds. We like to be sure the child is 
emotionally, and physically, prepared for what goes on here. At 
present there is one girl here who is ten. She joined us last winter."

"I see."

She went on. "Once a girl turns thirteen we encourage her to leave, 
and by age fourteen she has to go. There is one thirteen year old here 
today."

"How, exactly, did this, uh, arrangement get started?"

"Two businessmen started it some fifteen years ago. Eventually they 
recruited a few more men and here we are."

I had to admit, it certainly was an unusual organization. " I had no 
idea anything like this existed."

"That's good. We don't like to advertise. Our active members come 
from all over the United States. New members are carefully screened 
before we allow them in."

"And I may assume I've been screened, as well?"

"Oh, yes. You wouldn't be here, otherwise."

"How much do you know about me? It sounds like you do a lot of 
checking."

"Well, we depend a lot on the advice of the person recommending 
you. In your case it was Nick Baldwin, but then, you knew that."

It was flattering to learn that I had what it takes to get into a rather 
exclusive organization. 

"Jack, this almost always comes up when someone joins us. I can 
assure you that no one here is going to expose you. They're all in it 
with you. All the men here have done what you've done. They 
continue to do it, and none of them wants to be exposed, either." She 
went on. "Jack, you remember that girl I rode up with, Jill Carr?"

How could I forget. "Yes. What about her?"

"She's very pretty. Isn't she?"

I couldn't have agreed with her more. "She certainly is."

"She just turned twelve. I was at her birthday party...Would you like to 
have sex with her?"

Now we were getting down to business. "My answer would have to be 
a definite yes."

"I thought it would be. She's one of the loveliest girls here. You can 
have sex with her, tonight, if you wish. In fact I can have her here in 
about ten minutes and you can take her upstairs to one of the 
bedrooms, right now. She'll be yours until tomorrow morning. Then 
she has to go home."

I didn't understand what was going on. Things were suddenly moving 
very fast. "How can this be? I mean, I don't even know the girl. How 
does it work?"

"It's very simple. I call down to her, she comes to the house and you 
take her upstairs. As long as you don't hurt the girl you can do 
anything you want with her. No one will object. No one will interfere, 
and in fact, no one will even care. She can be yours, right now, no 
questions asked. However, there is a condition. Your daughter is also 
very pretty. I'm sure that by now the men have noticed her. If you go 
to bed with Jill, or any other girl here for that matter, then your 
daughter will have to do the same with another man."

I didn't like the sound of that. All of a sudden this didn't seem like 
such a good idea. I was getting just a little angry. "What gives you the 
right to turn my daughter over to a pack of animals?", I demanded.

This lit a fire under Mrs. Pelham. I could see the emotion blazing forth 
from her eyes. "Well, Mr. Danvers. They're not animals. They're 
businessmen, my husband included, who came here looking for the 
same thing you're looking for."

I realized that I was way off base and that if I'd been honestly opposed 
to another man fondling my daughter, I should have stayed home. 
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can we start over?"

She was mollified. "Yes, we certainly can. You see, Jack, until you tell 
me it's OK none of the men will go near Mindy. No man will speak to 
her or even acknowledge her presence until I indicate it's OK. I don't 
do that until I'm satisfied that you understand and agree to what is 
going on here."

So, I had to buy into some kind of agreement. Well, this was going far 
beyond what I had imagined. In the beginning I thought I'd just be 
going over to some guy's house. There would be one or two other 
guys there with cute daughters, and we'd all sort of sit around and talk 
about them or something. There was Vanessa, of course. There would 
always be Vanessa, but I just couldn't make myself believe that a lot of 
other guys were into the same thing. It didn't seem real. This was far 
more organized than anything I'd ever thought about. Still, she had 
me. "OK. Tell me, what are the conditions?"

"It's really simple. I tell you our rules, of which there aren't but a few; 
and then, if you agree to them, I take you down to the pool to meet 
the other fathers."

Considering the buildup, I thought things were a little too simple.

She went on. "You see. We don't ambush the girls or sneak off with 
them when no one is looking. Everything is above board and out in 
the open. We prefer that at least one other father know which girl 
you're with. This sort of confirms that the child is willing to go with you 
and is not being forced. Beyond that...Well, it's pretty much up to you 
and the girl what happens after that. This is a permanent commitment, 
too. We'll  be very unhappy if you renege. Do you understand?"

"I think I get the picture...Only, I'm not sure I can manage with a girl's 
father watching."

"Well, that's not how it works. You take the girl somewhere private. 
Remember those tents you asked about? That's what they're for. It's 
just that we like to see a public display of your interest in the child, 
and there must be an indication from her that she is willing to go with 
you. That's how we do it and it's what everyone is expecting from you 
and Mindy. Think of it as an affirmation of the agreement. Each of us 
likes to be assured that the others are following the rules. It shouldn't' 
be too difficult. All the girls are sweet. Miss Carr is exceptionally so, 
but the others are really nice, too. You'll see."

At this point, I didn't see how I could back out. Besides, for all I knew 
some guy was already climbing all over Mindy. I wasn't going home 
empty handed. "OK. Tell me the rules."

Sandy seemed to relax. I guess she figured I'd bought in. She handed 
me a piece of paper. Here's what it said.

* No alcohol, drugs or tobacco around the girls.
* The girl is always in charge. The sex always starts and stops when 
she says so.
* Force a girl, or hurt her in any way and you're history.
* Never deny a girl anything she asks for, unless you think it would 
cause her harm.
* No photography
* No private dates outside the grounds with a girl unless you have her 
parents permission. We discourage you from  seeking this kind of 
permission, or from granting it to others.
* When you bring your daughter onto the grounds you are consenting 
to the other men having sex with her. This consent is irrevocable while 
you remain on the grounds.
* You are not permitted on the grounds without your daughter and 
she is not permitted here without you.
* Never tell any outsider about the group. There is a nomination 
committee that handles new members. If you know of someone you 
wish to introduce to the group, you must bring up the matter with the 
committee.
* Use your common sense. Refrain from saying or doing anything 
which would jeopardize the integrity of the group.
* We strongly object to your having sex with anyone who is not in your 
immediate family or a member of the group.
* Treat each girl as though she were your daughter, for in a way, she 
is.

"There is a physician available who has our complete trust. Should any 
problems arise from your activities here, please see him. Other than 
these restrictions, anything goes. You may have sex with any girl here 
so long as she is willing. Remember, being present here implies 
consent. Any form of sexual activity is  permitted, so long as there is 
no risk of injury. Sometimes a girl is not sure what she wants. We 
understand that. You may persuade an unwilling girl to have sex, you 
just can't force her to do it. Any questions?"

"No. It sounds like you've covered everything."

"Good. By the way, you're a guest tonight, but future parties require 
every member to contribute two hundred dollars for 
expenses...agree?"

"Agree."

"Fine. Sometime before you leave we'll ask you to sign a formal 
agreement. It merely restates, in more elaborate language, what 
we've just discussed. Now, let's go out to the pool and I'll introduce 
you to everyone. You and Mindy are the only first-timers here. Relax 
and enjoy it."

With that we left the house, climbed back into the golf cart and rode 
off. Sandy drove across the open lawn and entered a path through the 
trees. It was beautiful! Flower beds were everywhere and tasteful, 
expensive lawn furniture was placed along the way. I began to hear 
music and then we turned onto a straight section of path and were 
heading towards a large swimming pool. As we drew closer the music 
became louder. It was the kind of music Mindy liked. I wondered if 
she'd already got into their sound system to program it.

A half circle of lawn chairs at the end of the pool held five men. All of 
them were about my age, and all of them looked athletic and hard 
bodied. Four other men were in the pool and four young girls were 
with them. I was a little surprised to see that the people in the pool, 
men and girls, were naked. Everyone outside the pool was wearing 
one of those robes.

There were two females sitting with the men. One was the lovely Miss 
Carr. Good. I could look at her all day. The other was another adult 
female, good looking, but most definitely no child. I wondered who 
she might be.

Across the pool, on the other side were the rest of the girls. Seven of 
them. They were sitting around a table chattering away at each other. 
Mindy was with them. Remembering what Sandy had told me about 
who was here, I did some quick arithmetic. The number of girls was 
indeed twelve. The number of men didn't seem to match. Somebody's 
father wasn't here.

The men in the water were standing around at the edge, across from 
each other and tossing a big, plastic ball back and forth. The idea 
seemed to be for the girls to jump up and intercept the throw. In order 
to do this the girls had to extend their arms and stretch their slender, 
young bodies as they came out of the water. It made for a splendid 
sight and I was willing to bet that it was a popular game, at least with 
the men. What a life.

"Come on over here," Sandy said, breaking into my reverie. "I'll make 
some introductions to get you started...and then you're on your own." 
She led me to the group seated in the chairs, and dropped down to 
rest on her knees beside a muscular blond man.

"Jack's new here folks...his girl is Mindy...the pretty red-head across 
the pool," she said casually. With that she called to Mindy to join us.

"Jack, this is Frank...my husband and your host tonight." I stepped over 
and shook hands, making the usual "hello...how are you?" noises.

"Hi. I'm Andy," the next man said, extending a hand. And so it went. 
Stan, Alan, George, Paul, Tom and Gene. I didn't see Nick Baldwin 
but I did see Vanessa.

"This is Belinda," George said. Indicating the fine looking blonde sitting 
next to him. She's filling in for her husband, who couldn't make it 
tonight. Belinda was a full breasted, slender young woman, who 
didn't look old enough to have a child in this group. Well, that cleared 
up one mystery, but there still didn't seem to be enough men for all 
the girls. Where was Nick Baldwin?

Mindy came up to stand beside me and I noticed the other girls were 
also drifting toward our little enclave. Soon, all were clustered around. 
Sandy continued to make introductions, giving me the name of each 
girl. I promptly forgot the names. The girls from the pool were naked 
and I couldn't keep my mind on names. I also noticed that several of 
the men were giving Mindy the once over. It made me uncomfortable 
but I figured I better get used to the idea.

As the introductions faded. Everyone stood around talking, like it was 
a cocktail party or something. I couldn't get over how strange this 
gathering was. All these girls were available for sex. They knew it, the 
men knew it, hell, everyone here knew it. Yet, nobody seemed 
embarrassed. They all acted as though we'd simply come out for a 
volley ball game, or something. Odd. Really odd.

A thrill of excitement passed through me as one girl came right up, put 
her arm around my waist and pressed up against me. At first, in the 
crowd, I thought the child had mistaken me for someone else. It was 
Vanessa. "Hi, Mr. Danvers."

Feeling her lithe, young body against mine brought back memories. 
She had been one of the girls in the pool and she hadn't bothered to 
put on a robe. It was giving me heart palpitations. I could see the 
headlines now. "Man Suffers Heart Attack While Fondling Young Girl 
At Weekend Party." I figured if she could be this friendly with me, I 
would risk having a coronary and return the favor. My arm went 
around her shoulders but I was reluctant to tighten my grip or really 
get personal with her. It didn't seem right, with all these people 
standing around.

"Hi, Vanessa. Where's your father? I don't see him." Actually he could 
have been standing right next to me and I wouldn't have noticed him. 
I was staring down at Vanessa's lovely, little tits. I couldn't get over the 
way they stood out. No sag. No droop. There is nothing like the tits on 
a girl of that age.

"He's not here right now. He went up to the house to use the 
telephone. I think we're going to have to leave."

"Oh, I hope not. I was looking forward to seeing you again. At the 
same time, as nonchalantly as I could, I let my hand slide down to 
Vanessa's smooth, bare ass. I was becoming a connoisseur of behinds 
and Vanessa was in a class by herself. Anywhere else, I would have 
drawn strange looks for fondling a nude, twelve year old girl. Here, it 
went unnoticed.

Then I saw that here and there in the crowd, several other men had 
put an arm around a girl. It looked like people were starting to choose 
their partners. One guy was cuddling two girls. They were twins! Talk 
about doubling your pleasure.

Gradually, the conversation died down and I could sense an air of 
expectation. Something was about to happen and everyone was 
waiting for it.

Sandy stepped into the middle of the group and all talk stopped. She 
certainly commanded everyone's respect and attention. "Everyone, 
let's get into the pool. Let's show our new members how it's done."

With that there was a flurry of people peeling off their robes, and 
then, everyone took off in a rush for the pool. The girls ran, squealing 
and shouting and making a great splash as they entered the water. 
There before me was a veritable sea of naked, young girls. What a 
sight!