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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: Club SHO 1
Part: Part 1
Summary: The Diamond Dolls room in the SHO Club  -" a (mostly) legit
live-sex-show club  -" has some very special shows for some very special
clients.  Josh is a patron with a problem  -" he cums a LOT.  Fortunately
for him, some girls really like that sort of thing!
Keywords: M, mast, Mg(11), cum, ped, incest, cons
Date: 04/11/2016
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   It had taken months, literal *months,* to get into the Diamond Dolls
room at the SHO club, but so worth it!  Not just time, but money, patience,
and dedication to the cause.

   First, of course, he'd had to get to the SHO club itself, and that had
required an invitation.  The SHO club was exclusive, and low-key.  It had
to be, since live sex shows were still illegal.  Illegal, but tolerated
because, despite all efforts to stamp it out, live sex shows were still
*wanted* by people, and people would always find a way.  So the SHO club
operated on the fringe of legality, charging clients outrageously for the
facilities, drinks, parking, "security" and so on, but explicitly *not*
charging them to watch "couples" engaging in sexual acts "on their own, for
zero pay", or so the rules pamphlet stated - repeatedly.

   Still, an invite was required, and after Joshua had heard about it from
a friend, it'd taken him weeks to find someone to invite him in.  Worth it
though!  He'd been to dozens of strip clubs, and even some live sex shows
overseas, but *nothing* like the babes and studs at SHO!

   For starters, they were gorgeous - every one of them - and covered the
full spectrum of ages, genders, races, and so on.  And though yes, there
were girls (and guys) in their thirties and forties, they were both the
exception, and in good shape; handsome or beautiful as appropriate.

   More importantly, there was none of the worn-out, jaded look most actual
strippers got after a while.  These people *wanted* to be there, to be
seen, and they were having *fun*.  They were truly getting off on showing
off sexually for an audience of very horny men and women who were cheering
them on - but politely.  No hollering obscenities, no drunken stupidity. 
Everyone there knew there were by invitation, and that the invitation would
be revoked for bad behavior.

   Finally, there was the fact that the "performers" sometimes - often even
- would interact with a few of the audience members.  "Members" being the
operative word.  Since they were well protected, among "friends", there was
no reason they shouldn't interact.  But woe be unto he (or she) who tried
to take to the stage uninvited!  So it didn't happen.  And everyone had a
good time.  And unlike strip clubs, everyone who wanted to was more than
welcome to get it on by hand or with their date, provided they were
discreet and clean about it.  No tossing your date on the table and going
at her like a jackhammer!  But if you wanted to diddle her, or have her
blow you, that was perfectly okay; and most did.  In fact, Josh found early
on that some of the sights *off* stage were equal to or even exceeded those
on stage.  They might not be as "visible", but sometimes that added to the
mystery and the excitement.

   He'd been going several nights when he realized there was another level
of the secrecy.  At first he was sure he was mistaken, or that someone had
fibbed on their release form, but after it'd happened several times, it
became apparent that *some* of the performers simply could *not* be of
legal age.  While he couldn't point to any one of them and say definitively
that they weren't eighteen, he nonetheless became convinced that some of
them were seventeen, sixteen, perhaps even fifteen years old.

   It took him a couple more weeks to determine the pattern of when the
younger ones would be performing, but once he did, he targeted those shows,
whether it was a milf-and-boy or man-and-girl, there was something almost
scarily exciting about knowing (without proof) that he was watching
something so completely taboo and...  disturbingly arousing.

   Over the next several months, he became a regular at such shows, and
found himself befriending others who also seemed to attend that type of
show regularly.  He even found that some of their "dates" seemed similarly
underage, and he encouraged his friends to misbehave with them with real
enthusiasm.  More than once he wished he knew some girls like that
socially, but he didn't.  The only young girls he knew were nieces and
nephews too young to sneak into a club like this, though he did eventually
admit to himself that he'd love to play with them even though they were
even younger than his favorite performers at the club.

   About a week after saying so to one of his SHO buddies who also liked
the younger shows, he was enjoying a late-night show of a absolutely
adorable little blonde of (apparently) sixteen or so, being boned by a man
old enough to be father - and could be, for all he knew.  A tap on his
shoulder distracted him, and he looked over in annoyance - he didn't want
to miss the climax of the show, and of the performers, who'd invited one of
his friends to participate on stage.  He'd gotten a handy from this girl
himself, and knew how his friend was going to blast - and soon.

   Behind him was a "gentle giant" of a man in a suit that looked like it
was painted on him, it fit so tightly to his well-muscled frame.  One of
the club's "security"!  Joshua thought hard.  What had he done wrong?  He
couldn't thing of anything.  He always made sure to cum in one of the warm
wet towels supplied at request, never leaving a mess for another patron. 
He never yelled or drew attention to himself.  With his heart in his
throat, he got up and followed the man, sure that his good times at Club
SHO were over.

   They slipped through a side door into a well-appointed office where an
obvious manager-type sat behind a desk, smiling, and motioning him to take
a seat.

   He did so, speaking up immediately.  "I'm really sorry sir.  I don't
know what I did wrong, but if you'll tell me, I promise, I'll never do it
again!"

   The man put his hands up, fending off the apology.  "Mister Joshua!  You
have it all wrong!  I assure you, you're in not trouble - at least not with
us.  Please relax.  I have a proposition for you is all - something I think
you'll find quite intriguing.  Please.  Breathe!"

   He was already breathing easier.  His reaction surprised him.  He hadn't
realized how much he'd grown attached to the club, his friends there, and
the performers.  He accepted the proffered glass of ice water, feeling it
soothe his surprisingly dry throat.  The manager-type was patient, waiting
until Josh was relaxed enough to pick up the conversation.

   "So...  what's this about then?  A proposition, you say?  Business?"

   "Well yes.  No.  Not exactly.  Let's call it an offer.  You've been
coming here for what, nearly four months now, yes?" he glanced down at his
desk which likely had a copy of Joshua's initial application for entrance.

   "About that, I suppose," Josh agreed, not knowing the point, but knowing
it was probably accurate.  "Why?"

   "And you've enjoyed the facilities?  The shows?  The, ah, performers?"
The guy grinned and winked, and though it was a lewd grin, it was also a
friendly one.  A grin that said, "We're all perverts here, it's okay."

   "Indeed.  Very much so.  You have a beautiful place here, and the ... 
performers are, well, amazing!"

   "Good!  Good!" the guy said happily.  "I'm so glad you're enjoying the
place, and the people.  I don't suppose it would surprise you to learn that
we keep an eye on our guests with an eye toward better serving them?  The
security guys," he nodded toward the guy who'd guided me here, "are quite
observant, and are paid more for their brains than their brawn.  Tony there
has a PhD in Psychology, for example."

   Joah looked over his shoulder and noticed the eyes instead of just the
bulk.  To his surprise, the guy did have a quite intelligent demeanor, as
he nodded back, recognizing that until now, Josh had thought of him only as
"muscle".  Surprisingly, he didn't seem to resent it, and Josh made a
mental note to buy him a drink by way of apologizing for underestimating
him.

   Turning back he waited patiently.  The guy was obviously edging in on a
point of some delicacy, and Josh's curiosity was raised.  What could he
possibly be up to?

   "Well, to be blunt Mr.  Joshua, our staff - not just one, but several,
have noted that you seem to have an interest in, ah, certain types of
performers.  Now obviously everyone has their favorites, but...  Well, can
you guess what your preferred type is?"

   Suddenly the room seemed to be short of oxygen.  Josh could feel his
cheeks burning as he fought to keep control.  He wasn't sure why, but he
was certain that he was in a whole heap of trouble.  He felt like he'd just
been pulled in for an IRS audit.

   "Uh, blondes?" he croaked, cleared his throat, took a sip of water,
coughed.

   The man smiled, his voice silky smooth and low, his eyes low as well,
non-confrontational.  "Yes Mr.  Joshua.  Blondes." Josh could breathe
again. "And brunettes.  And redheads." Josh smiled, relaxing.  He felt he'd
dodged a bullet.  "All of the youngest available variety," the man
continued, and suddenly Josh's chest felt like it was trapped in a vice
once again.

   "I...  don't..." he started, but the man waved it off.

   "Don't bother denying it Mr.  Joshua.  First of all, we've been
watching, and we're quite certain.  But more importantly, we're not
judging, we're offering.  How would you like the opportunity to see even
*younger* girls - or boys, if you prefer?  Would that interest you, Mr. 
Joshua?"

   = = = =

   It was his first night in the Diamond Dolls room.  The deal was pretty
straightforward.  He was offered an hour-long session with one of several
performers.  He picked five he was interested in.  The club would present
my profile to the performer and their "sponsor" (usually the father, but
sometimes a mother, uncle, or other guardian of some sort).  They would
decide if they'd like to perform for me.  Management would work out the
scheduling.  All he had to do was confirm and show up.

   The hardest part - pun intended - had been in choosing the five.  Josh
had never really looked at such young persons before - at least, not in a
sexual context - and he was instantly fascinated (and aroused) by them.  He
was surprised to find the choices so vast!  There were boys and girls from
around fifteen (but too young-looking to appear onstage) down as low as six
or seven!  At first he tried to convince himself that he'd never be
sexually interested in anyone under fifteen, and he focused on them,
pulling several out and putting them into his "preferred" pile.

   He'd been at it for about twenty minutes when the manager-type cleared
his throat.  "Mr.  Joshua, I hate to interrupt you, but if I may offer a
suggestion?"

   "By all means," Josh said, leaning back.  He was well aware how terribly
hard his erection was, even though the photos were all of them fully
clothed, more-or-less.  Some of the outfits were pretty scanty though!  "I
could use some help.  There's just so many beauties to choose from!" He'd
been focusing on the girls, since that was his general leaning anyway,
though he'd certainly not been exclusively hetero through his life.

   "I believe I've mentioned our...  shall we say, perceptiveness?" Josh
nodded.  They'd pegged him all right, he could tell that much for certain
by the ache in his loins.  The man grinned.  "Good, then you'll take my
suggestion seriously, though it may seem a bit...  outside your comfort
level?"

   "Uh sure, I guess so," Josh said uncertainly.

   "Excellent." The man picked up the stack Joshua had set aside as
possible, and set them aside.  He then shuffled through the rest, greatly
reducing the stack.  There were about thirty folders left in front of
Joshua now.  "I'm pretty sure what you want is in there," the man grinned.

   Josh leafed through the stack.  All girls.  All under twelve.  His face
burned.  But as much as he wanted to, he simply couldn't disagree.  The
girls here were absolutely divine, and he could feel his underwear growning
wet with his arousal at the mere thought of seeing any of them perform for
him.

   It'd taken another twenty uncomfortable minutes before he could winnow
it down to the five finalists, and when he finally departed, he was
actually shaking with excitement.  The man had assured him that he'd be
contacted with a few proposed appointment times within two days, and in
fact, the call came the following afternoon, telling him there was an
opening tonight if he was available.  He wouldn't have missed it for the
world.  He was actually going to get to see a live sex show between a man
and a youth!

   Looking around now, he felt surprisingly calm.  Part of him was still
half-convinced it was some sort of "sting" operation, but he knew that
since he'd been watching, and participating, with underage performers for
months now anyway, it really wouldn't matter, from a legal standpoint, that
the one he was here to see tonight was considerably younger.  You can only
die of old age in jail once, after all!

   Sipping his iced tea, he leaned back in the comfortable chair, facing
the huge window.  The lighting was soft, the music mellow, and the place
was surprisingly clean and fresh.  Not the clean and fresh of a hospital
though, reeking of disinfectant.  The clean and fresh of a well-maintained
home perhaps.  Not sterile, but also not smelling of all the semen that
simply *had* to have been released in here.

   Of course, considering the cost for the Diamond Dolls room appointments,
they could damned well afford the best cleaning crew, he reflected.  But
*worth* it, he knew.  Despite his nagging doubts, he just knew this was
going to be a life-changing experience.

   The chime sounded, and the lights dimmed slightly in his room, rising a
bit in the "show" room, the curtain parting to show a simple raised stage
with a sturdy-but-comfy looking chair set about five feet back from the
glass.  Josh noted that the glass was perfectly clean, almost invisible,
but quite thick.  He approved.  The performers should feel perfectly safe.
The safer they felt, the more they'd let themselves do...  whatever they
wished.

   After a minute, a man came out, standing near the glass and looking at
Josh.  "I'm Pete," he said in a friendly, conversational tone.  "I
understand you're Joshua?" Josh nodded.  "First time in the Diamond Dolls
room, right Josh?" He nodded again.  "So let me get this straight," the man
said.  "You're about to have your cherry taken by an eleven-year-old girl?"

   It was so incongruous that Joshua had to laugh, and the man joined him,
the ice having been successfully broken.  Afterwards, Pete continued. 
"Well my daughter Angela said you're 'really cute'," he said it in a mock
"Valley Girl" accent, "and she's really looking forward to - as she likes
to call it - dance for you." He winked at Josh.  "Don't worry, there will
be damned little actual dancing.  We've only got an hour, after all. 
Cool?"

   "Carry on," Josh said, relaxing at the guy's friendly manner.  This man
was the girl's father.  If he approved of her stripping for him, who was he
to say it was wrong?

   "Come on out honey," he said, and a young girl appeared from behind the
rear curtain.  Josh recognized her immediately.  The nearly platinum-blonde
hair, loose and straight and hanging down to the small of her back, the
corn-blossom blue eyes, and the sweet, startlingly *innocent* face.  Josh
was getting a stiffy already, and she hadn't even done anything yet!

   "Hi mithter Joshua," she lisped sweetly.  It wasn't much of a lisp
actually, possibly it was affected, but it, when combined with her sweet
voice, sent a shiver down Joshua's back.  *He was really doing this!*

   "Hi Angela.  You're even more beautiful than your picture - and I
thought *that* was drop-dead gorgeous!" he opined, bringing a dazzling
smile to her face.  Pete chuckled and gave him a thumbs-up.  No father ever
objected to a sincere compliment of his daughter, after all!

   Taking a seat, Pete leaned back and watched, while Angela started
dancing.  She was actually pretty graceful, and it wasn't long before she'd
slipped out of the robe-like dress she'd started in, revealing the light
pink negligee beneath.

   The thin, shiny silk played a game of peek-a-boo as she moved, molding
to her small body to show her slight curves now, then moving away from her
skin to hide her once again.  The effect was far more arousing that if
she'd just walked out naked - well, maybe not.  But it was beautiful and
alluring, and quite erotic.  He could tell it was erotic for her too, as
the silk showed the nipples atop her slight breasts were becoming pointed.

   After a few minutes, her face too was pink, flushed with arousal - not
embarrassment.  She was *enjoying* showing off for him, that much was
certain, as much as any stripper, and more than most.  Her moves became
more suggestive, bending over to let him enjoy the curve of her backside,
twirling to flash him glimpses of her legs.  It was making him hard as
hell, but he wasn't even aware of it.  He was mesmerized by the dancing
delight.

   Finally, she - eyes locked with his - reached up and pulled the
spaghetti strap bows on her shoulders and the negligee slid down her body
to the ground, revealing her in nothing but her panties.  She'd managed to
keep her arms covering her baby-boobies, which both frustrated and
delighted Joshua.  She looked *so* fucking innocent - other than her
panties of course.  She was in a quite brief thong, and that was even
sexier because she'd pulled it up tight, wedging in to create a beautiful
little cameltoe.  She stood there for a moment, letting him drink it all in
before moving.

   With a sudden change of temperament, she turned to her father.  "Daddy!
Mr.  Joshua's being mean!  I'm down to my underwears, and he's still in his
clothes!" Stamping her little foot cutely, it was the damnedest thing Josh
had ever seen.  How could a bratty move be so fucking sexy?  It might have
something to do with the fact that, turning away from him, she'd exposed
her backside to him, the thong exposing her entire perfect ass to his view.

   "Ahem," Pete said, and Josh wrenched his eyes off her behind to look at
Pete.  To his surprise, the man was naked himself as he sat in the chair,
his cock sticking lewdly up.  With shock, Josh realized that this man was
naked *and rock-hard* right there in front of his own little girl!  He felt
a surge rush through his own cock - a surge of hot desire!

   "Would ya mind, mate?" Pete said, and it took a moment for Josh to
realize what he meant.  The man wanted *him* to get naked too!  He wanted a
complete stranger to get naked in front of his little girl!  "She ain't
gonna budge on this one, I assure you," Pete continued.  "Somehow she got
it into her head that if a guy ain't hard, he ain't enjoying the show.  Now
I wonder where she could have got that idea?" He looked at her, grinning as
she grinned back.

   "*You* tol' me so, daddy!" she giggled - a sound that sent a shiver down
Josh's back.  Suddenly he was standing, divesting himself of clothes at a
furious pace.  He *wanted* this little angel to see him naked - to see his
cock, hard and throbbing for *her*.

   And it was too.  He'd never been harder, and he stood there for an
uncomfortable moment before realizing that he should sit back down.  It was
hard to think because this *beautiful* little girl was staring at his cock!
It was almost like he could *feel* her eyes on it, making it tingle and
throb, and for a moment he was worried that he'd just shoot off right then
and there!

   He got a break though, when she finally turned away, though it was *his*
turn to blush as she told her daddy, "Gosh daddy!  He as a really pretty
cock, don't he?"

   Pete looked as well, which felt a little odd to Josh.  It always felt
strange to have a *man* looking at one's junk.  "Yes indeed honey," he told
his daughter.  "He has a very nice cock.  But it's sort of unfair for you
to look at his cock like that while you're still hiding your pretty little
cunny behind those undies!"

   Josh's pulse was pounding.  If that meant what he thought it meant...

   "You're right daddy," Angela nodded.  "I should let him see, huh?"

   "You should!"

   "I should!"

   "Well then?"

   "Okay then!"

   It was obviously one of those parent/child things, worn and comfortable
from repetition, though probably not usually in this context. 
Nevertheless, Angela took action, walking up almost to the glass.  Hooking
her thumbs under the waistband, she slid the thong down, and down, and
down, bending over to continue sliding it down.  It would have dropped of
it's own accord past the thighs, so it was obviously a move calculated to
produce an effect - and it did.

   Josh watched as the little girl's bare ass was first exposed to him,
then presented for him as she bent lower, and lower, her tiny little pucker
and puffy labes coming into view as the little girl's hands continued to
slide down, bending further until her panties were at her ankles, still in
hand.  Carefully she lifted one foot, planting it back down about a foot
and a half away.  Another calculated move, this parted her legs more than
her normal stance, but gave him an absolutely *beautiful* look up between
her legs.

   It wasn't until he heard her giggling as she looked at him from between
her legs that Josh realized that he'd somehow teleported from the chair to
inches short of the glass.  He'd been so intent on *looking*, drinking in
every detail, curve, and crease of this child's sex that his body had taken
action without his knowledge.

   He grinned bashfully at her, slightly embarrassed by his blatant desire
for her, but she didn't seem the slightest bit fazed - she'd taken it all
as a compliment, which it actually was, of a sort.  "Gosh daddy, he's
*really* excited!  I nebber seen a man drippy so much!"

   Looking down, Josh saw with horror that Angela was right - his precum
was dripping down onto the window's ledge.  If he'd gotten any closer, the
damned thing would be smearing his juices all over the glass.

   "Easy buddy," Pete spoke up in a calming voice.  "You ain't done nothing
wrong, relax.  They kind of *expect* you to make a mess in here, trust me."

   "Yuh huh!" Angela said, giggling, then bending down, left a clear
lipstick mark where she kissed the glass right in front of Josh's cock. 
"Juicies is *good*" she enthused.  "See?  Daddy an' me is drippy too - an'
that's good, cos wifout the drippies, it's *rilly* hard to get that thing
inside me!"

   Josh returned to his chair, staggering backwards, unwilling to look away
for even a moment.  *They were going to do it!* he thought.  *They were
really going to fuck!  Right here, right now, right in front of me!  This
little girl's going to take her father's cock!*

   As if reading his mind, Angela walked back to her father.  In the voice
children usually reserve for asking for ice cream, she whined, "Can we fuck
now daddy?  My poosey is *so* itchy!  See how slippy it is?" She was facing
away from him so he couldn't see clearly, but it *looked* like she dipped
her finger into her pussy and offered it to her father!

   "Of course honey, let's just move the chair up a bit so Mr.  Joshua gets
a good look, okay?"

   "Kay daddy!" Angela said, turning to face Josh and rubbing her bare
little cunny while her father moved the chair up to about a foot and a half
from the glass.  Josh did likewise on his side, drawing an approving smile
from Pete.

   "Okay honey, lap time!" Pete declared, and in a a flash, the little
eleven-year-old girl had scrambled onto his lap.  With practiced ease and
an assist from her father, she was soon sitting with her back to her daddy,
his cock resting along the crease of her ass, her own feet resting on the
glass about two feet apart, giving Josh a spectacular view of her
prepubescent sex.  With a sly grin, she reached down and spread herself
open, giving him a clear look inside the light-pink folds, letting him see
the glistening sheen of her aroused young cunny.

   "Oh yessss daddy..." she sighed happily as Pete's hands wrapped around
her, rubbing and pulling on her nipples in a way that she obviously enjoyed
very much.

   Josh must have made a noise because Pete suddenly said sternly, "Don't
cum yet Joshua.  The best is yet to cum.  You'll want to hold off until you
get to see this little girl take a man-sized cock, don't you?  And you
simply haven't lived until you've seen this little slut have an orgasm!"
There was real pride in his voice, and Josh believed that was a sight he
simply must not miss, though he was pretty sure that even if he came now,
his cock wouldn't deflate - not with this vision of loveliness before him!

   Still, he knew from his experience with the other performers that it
wasn't "all about him".  If possible, he'd like it to be a sort of "shared
experience", so he vowed to fight off his climax until she could achieve
hers - hopefully at the same time!

   It was a moment or two before he could fight down his growing
excitement, focusing instead on the pure *beauty* of the sight without
thinking of how *sexy* it was.  When he got himself under control, he
nodded to Pete.  "Okay, I'm good.  Carry on."

   But Angela hadn't ever *stopped* "carrying on*.  She was having a grand
old time, rubbing and playing with her pussy in front of this stranger
who's cock was simply *drooling* with excitement for her, her own juices
dripping down onto her father's legs.

   "Damn baby," Josh said with feeling, "what I wouldn't give to kiss you
right there!"

   "Ya wanna licky my puss-puss?" she said, teasing him intentionally. 
"Daddy says it tastes really good." She shrugged.  "It's kay." She slipped
two wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean to show she wasn't just
guessing what it tasted like.  Here eyes were locked with Joshua's, and she
pulled her fingers out to continue.  "But I like man creamies *wayyyy*
better!" Then she let her eyes drop down to Josh's drooling manhood and
licked her lips hungrily.

   "Christ Pete," Josh growled.  "You better fuck this little slut soon - I
don't know how much more of this I can take!"

   Pete chuckled.  "She is a good little tease, isn't she?  Okay honey, you
ready?"

   "Yuh huh!" she said excitedly.  "Soooooo ready!"

   Pete wrapped one arm around her, under her ribcage, then arched his
back, leaning backward while lifting her.  In a moment his fat cock sprang
out from behind her, resting against her crease in front instead.

   Josh gawped.  "No fucking *way* that will fit inside her!" he said with
honest conviction.  It was true too - the damned thing was laying against
her, showing just how *deep* into her tiny young body it would have to to,
and there was simply no way it would fit and have her survive.  It was just
too damned long - not to mention the girth!

   Pete laughed.  "Don't worry Josh.  We've done it before, y'know." That
was true enough, and Josh relaxed a bit.

   Angela reached down and pushed her daddy's cock against her and began to
move, rubbing her pussy along the top of the shaft, her juices coating it
and making it slick.  She obviously loved the feeling of his hot, hard
manhood pressed to her tiny slit, and made many small, sweet sounds of
pleasure.  Josh didn't think she actually came, but she was certainly
enjoying it, arching her back higher and higher over time, making sure to
rub the entire length against her, wetting him.

   Between her juices and Pete's precum, his cock was soon a shiny,
slippery thing rubbing between his daughter's legs, her hands wet from
rubbing herself and him against him.  His arms around her tiny body held
her securely so she could focus on her fun, and he gradually lifted her so
that her rubbing and moving gradually brought the head of his cock to her
entrance.

   Josh was mesmerized by the whole thing.  It was beyond his wildest
dreams, and he had to fight back the urge to touch himself, certain that's
all it would take for him to erupt.  His balls felt full to bursting
already, but he *really* wanted to hold off until they were ready.

   So it was almost with relief (though no less shocking) when the tip of
Pete's cock pushed against Angela's cunny entrance.  To his surprise
though, it didn't just prod, it forced it's way into the little girl.  The
sight was incredible.  Josh didn't know pussy flesh could stretch so much,
yet here was the proof.  The tiny girl's pussy, which had looked *so* small
just moments ago, was stretching wide enough open to let her father's
man-sized cock squeeze into her!

   It wasn't an eazy squeezy though.  Josh could tell a lot of pressure was
being applied to push that fat hog into that tiny hole!  But miraculously,
either of them seemed to be pained by it.  Quite the opposite in fact. 
Both of them were panting and grunting with the effort, but also making
quite sincere sounds of pleasure as well, Pete's low and guttural, Angela's
high and whispery.

   "Oh God yes daddy!" the little girl panted, practically bouncing on the
huge cock forcing it's way into her.  "Oh fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck
daaaaaadyyyy!" The last was almost a scream as the head, having passed the
tightest poing, now slid forward, followed by several inches of shaft,
filling and stretching her tunnel.

   "Yes babygirl!  Here it comes honey, here it comes!  Daddy's cock gonna
fill his little slutgirl's cunt!" He lifted her, letting a couple of inches
slide out, then pushed her down *hard*, most of his cock disappearing
inside her in a sudden rush.

   "Aaaiiiiiihhh!" she screamed, her feet pounding on the glass as her legs
shook and jerked from the spasms coursing through her body.  "I'm cumming
daddy!  Oh my God daddy!  I'm cumming so hard!" She looked at Josh.  "See
me cumming mister?" In the excitement of her climax, she'd lost his name -
but not the joy that she received by being seen at her very naughtiest. 
"I'm cum-UH!  Cumming!  For.  YOU!  On.  My.  Daddy's.  COCK!"

   Pete, knowing his daughter well, began to fuck her earnestly at this
point.  When she got this excited, she could have several climaxes in a
row, and he loved that more than anything.

   "Keep watching her Josh!  She fucking *loves* that shit!" His own
breathing was rapid, and he had to be fighting back his own climax in order
to pleasure his little angel further.  "You getting close to cumming dude?"

   It took Josh a moment to figure out what he meant, but at a glance of
the pool of precum on the window sill - somehow he'd moved from the chair
to stand in front of the window again without knowing it - he knew that he
could cum any time they wanted.  Hell, he might not be able to prevent it
much longer even if they begged.  His cock had never been harder, his balls
never fuller.  He needed to spray in the worst way.

   "Too close Pete.  I'll fire off the second I touch it, I'm sure!"

   Angela was following the cycle of climax, easing down, then rapidly
climing to another peak as the huge cock filling her pumped inside her,
first creating amazing pressure as he pushed it in, then intense suction as
he pulled it out.  Her little body was shiny with sweat, and her juices
coated and covered his cock and legs and sprayed against the window in a
sprinkle from the activity.

   "Fuck!  Enough!  I'm gonna cum baby girl!  Daddy's gonna spray his cum
all over you!"

   "Yes daddy!  Yes do it!  Oh my God daddy!  Shower me pleeeease!"

   Pete glanced at Josh.  "Cum with me dude.  This little girl's a total
cum freak.  Can't get enough of it.  Spray it all over the window while I
spray it all over her body!"

   "What?" Josh asked, surprised and uncertain.

   "Please please yes please!" Angela squealed, removing all doubt.

   Josh took his cock in hand - and that was all it took.  He erupted,
sending torrents of hot cum splashing against the window right in front of
the little girl being fucked by her father - being sprayed down by her
father.  But the girl's eyes were completely fixated on Josh's gushing
juice, wide with surprise and joy, her hand a blur between her legs as she
diddled her clit furiously, sending her up one final crest to a
mind-blowing climax along with the two men.

   By the time he regained his senses, Josh was on the floor, his knees
having given out in the intensity of his climax.  Looking up he saw that
the window was a complete mess, covered with his semen oozing slowly down
to pool on the sill to overflowing, thence down the short wall to the
floor. Moving to the side, he found a clear spot to look inside.

   Pete and Angela were panting hard, Pete rubbing his cum into the child's
skin as she cooed and squirmed.  She looked amazingly...  well, *cute* was
the only word - like a kitten getting her tummy tickled - until his eyes
traveled down to her cunny.

   Her pussy was deep pink, gaping open, clearly hard-used, and still
drooling juices out.  She'd put her feet back on the glass, and when he
glanced up, he saw that she was now watching him intently.

   When Pete noticed, he chuckled.  "Wrecked her pussy, eh?  Sorry old
man."

   "Don't be ridiculous," Josh said, shaking with exhaustion, but deeply
sincere.  "I've never *seen* anything more beautiful!"

   Angela giggled and squirmed.  "Seriously?  Even after it got all
stretched out like that?  It'll go back, by the way."

   "Nope.  Seriously.  Your pussy is amazingly beautiful sweetie, whether
she's fresh as a daisy or just fucked by your horny ol' daddy.  Still
gorgeous.  Though right now, I dare say I'd be kissing her a lot more
gently."

   It was the right answer, and Angela cooed, "Oh daddy, can we keep him?"

   = = = =

   It was a couple of days before Josh could visit SHO again.  The first
day he'd just been too sore.  Not from that single instance, but from
taking the following day off and beating off about a dozen times, reliving
the memory of that encounter.  By the following evening though, he went to
the club intending to just relax and watch a bit.  He was still pretty
worn-out.

   He'd no sooner got in the door though when one of the security guys led
him to the office.  For a moment, he worried that the mess he'd made had
been too much - he'd cum more than he'd ever cum in his life, after all -
and his *normal* loads were "above average" to put it mildly.  But he
recalled that Pete had said it was fine, so he tried to relax.  Still, he
had that "Called to the Principal's Office" feeling.

   The Suit was there, and greeted him casually enough though, inviting him
to sit.  "Well well well, have a good time the other night I trust, Mr. 
Joshua?"

   He couldn't think of the right words, so he settled for a simple nod.

   "Good, good.  Then I take it you'll be wanting to participate again?"

   Well, that answered the question about the mess.  If he was unwelcome,
they wouldn't be inviting him back.  "Oh, definitely - though I *do* need
some recuperation time!"

   The man laughed.  "Of course, of course.  So glad you enjoyed yourself.
And you'll be happy to know that Pete and Angela spoke well of you." He
lowered his voice.  "Consider it your initiation here at the Diamond Dolls
room of SHO.  If you'd been bad, you wouldn't be coming back - at any
price."

   "Say, that's been bothering me.  What's 'SHO' mean anyway?"

   "Ah," the manager said.  "It's an acronym for She, He, and Other.  You
know, couples getting it on with 'others' watching, be it one or many.

   "Anyway, both of them like you very much.  Angela in particular, was
quite impressed with your, shall we say, 'production'.  She's a bit of a
cum-slut, you know."

   "Uh yeah, sorry about the mess..." Josh started, still feeling he should
apologize.

   "Tut tuh!  All part of the service," the Suit said.  "At least we know
you enjoyed yourself!"

   "I did, very much.  But to be honest, I don't usually cum that much.  It
was...  she was...  uh..."

   "I understand perfectly sir," the manager said.  He hesitated, then
continued.  "Well, I just wanted to check on you, and to pass this along."
He handed a slip of paper to Josh.  It was a phone number.  "Pete said you
should feel free to call, if you're so inclined." His eyes twinkled with
mischief.  "Are you *sure* you can't cum that much again?"
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