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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: Club SHO 2
Part: Part 2
Summary: Josh has some doubts about this new chapter in his life.  He
meets someone at the club who helps him work out his doubts, and in the
process, opens up a whole lot of possibilities.
Keywords: MF, ageplay, cum, gush, cons
Date: 04/19/2016
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   Joshua was a little worried.  It was a nearly a week after his encounter
with Angela and her father Pete, and he couldn't think of anything else. 
Well, that wasn't true.  He could still work, drive, operate heavy
machinery, and so on.  But when he masturbated at night before bed, it was
that encounter that drowned out all other sexual thoughts.  The way she
looked, so smooth and sweet and so very *innocent*-looking.  And yet, a
total, complete cum-slut, the likes of which he'd never seen.

   Well, that wasn't exactly true.  He'd met a few other cum-lovers in his
day.  It was her age and apparent innocence that had made Angela such a
novelty - that much was obvious.  But was she *too* much of a novelty?  Did
he still have desires for other women?  Grown women?  He needed to find
out, and soon.

   Unfortunately, he'd never been much of a lady's man.  It wasn't that he
couldn't talk to women or anything silly like that.  He could, and he did.
But he'd always had too much respect for them to become a "player" - one of
those men who will do or say anything to bed a woman just for the sex, and
then move on to the next.  All his relationships had been exactly that. 
Relationships.  And usually long-term.  With gulfs between of months or
years before he got involved with another.  Some of the girls he'd been
involved with had been relatively innocent, others relatively experienced.
Some had been thrilled with his body's natural cum-production capacity,
others not so much.  But none had been "The One", and he'd pretty much
given up on ever finding someone "to grow old with".  Consequently, he'd
pretty much stopped trying.  He didn't go out to "meet" or "pick up" girls.
When he went out, it was either to spend time with friends, or for
entertainment.  That's how he'd ended up at SHO in the first place.

   But now suddenly, he had a real need to find a partner - a grown-up
partner - who would go to bed with him.  He considered hookers, but he
didn't have a clue how to find one, and didn't want to risk jail time or
worse.  He logically assumed that any hooker who could be found by someone
as inexperienced as he, would be either cop-bait or far too likely to be
carrying something he didn't really want.  The good ones, he figured, would
be protected by layers of security and secrecy, and he didn't have time to
infiltrate.

   Then it hit him.  Mr.  Manager would probably know how to find a decent
hooker!  Furthermore, he'd be able to discuss his reason for needing one
with the man.  And it'd only taken Joshua several days of brain-beating to
figure out the obvious solution to his problem!

   ***

   Showing up at the club, he sidled up to one of the Security guys and
asked if he could see the Manager.  Actually being there, next to the
mobile mountain, his doubts had returned.  Mr.  Manager would probably send
him packing, and Josh didn't want to lose his club privilages!  He almost
backed out a couple of times, but finally decided it wouldn't hurt to at
least *ask*.

   To his surprise, the guy didn't even blink.  Nodding at the bar, he said
softly, "See Caprice.  She'll schedule you in."

   With a sigh of relief, Josh went to the bar, signaling the short-haired
brunette over.  Like everyone else working the club (except Security), she
was a sweet-faced cutie, petite and dressed to delight.  In her case, the
shiny black slip she wore was loose enough to move against her, now
moulding her body, now billowing away, offering a delightful tease to
anyone looking - which was usually anyone in the vicinity.  She either had
permenantly erect nipples, or she liked the way the silky fabric rubbed her
there, and if there were any panties or bra under the thin fabric, it had
to be composed of paint.

   He'd been there often enough that he had a "usual", and she knew it,
bringing it along en route, then hovering a moment to see if there was
anything else.

   "Uh, Caprice?" he stammered.

   Her face lit up.  "Well *thank* you Josh!  Most men don't even bother to
learn my name - not when there's so many nicer, nuder, and sweeter young
things to look at!"

   That flustered him a bit.  He hadn't actually sought her name out, it'd
been offered by the guard.  But he came back gamely enough.  "Oh, I doubt
that," he mumbled, his mouth dry.  Taking a sip, he gained both moisture
and a moment to put his thoughts in order.  He decided on honesty.  "I, uh,
didn't really *try* to learn your name.  I mean, it came up when the
Security guy sent me to you." He let his eyes roam over her sweet petite
body, sensing that she felt a little under-appreciated in this place,
letting his eyes speak the compliment that his brain was having trouble
formulating.  "But you can be sure I'll never forget it!"

   She giggled - actually giggled - pleased at both the eyeballing and the
follow-up.  Her voice was delicate and soft, which would never work as a
bartender in an ordinary club, but which he found quite nice.  "It's okay
Josh.  I know you're here to see the nuders.  And if Charlie sent you to
me, I'm guessing you need an appointment?"

   He was warming up to her.  She had a natural friendliness and frankness
about her that he found appealing, and that dress - the more she moved, the
more his mental image of what lay beneath clarified.  She really *couldn't*
be wearing much, if anything, under it.  He found it intriguing - was she
really full-commando?

   "I do need to see the Manager," he admitted.  "But ya know, the more you
hang around, the less inclined I am to want the appointment-making process
to end.  And how do you know my name anyway?  I'm pretty sure I've never
told you..."

   She tittered.  "Oh Josh, your type is so *predicatble!* Of *course*
you're going to want to make an appointment!  Mr.  Mann tells me you had an
appointment in the Diamond Dolls room about a week ago, and told me to
expect an appointment request!" She ran her own eyes up and down him
briefly - which made him feel oddly exposed.  "So what is it?  Looking for
another visit?  Most guys are back within three days - how come you took so
long?"

   He could feel his cheeks heating up.  For some reason it was more
embarrasing for him that this young lady knew about him in the Diamond
Dolls room than it had been for Mr.  Mann - but at least now he had the
manager's name.  He guessed that he'd been more comfortable with a man
knowing he was a pervert than a woman because...  well, he wasn't sure why.
It just seemed more *okay* for a guy to know.

   "I...  uh, wasn't really sure..." he began, but the look on her face
made him back-track.  "I mean, I was sure - I liked it.  Loved it!" He felt
he was making a mess of it all.  Why was this so difficult?  It was
something about her dark twinkling eyes.  It wasn't that she was judging
him though.  But the way she looked at him, intently, studying him,
reminded him of those old nightmares he had as a kid, when he'd dream he
was at a spelling bee, stepping up to the podium, and discovering he was
stark naked.

   "Relax," she cooed softly, laying one hand on his forearm.  Her touch
was light, soft, the fingertips cool.  And somehow it soothed him.  "You're
not the only one who's been in the Diamond Dolls room, you know." The
corner of her mouth turned up, her eyes dancing merrily.

   "What?" he asked, actually surprised.  "You?" She nodded.  Suddenly he
understood.  She was probably there years back, as a child, her father or
whoever sharing her with others.  His heart pounded.  He wanted to know
everything about it - her experiences, how she got started, how young she'd
been.  He tripped over his tongue a couple of times before she interrupted.

   Apparently he'd gotten enough out for her to decipher the question
though.  "No honey," she said softly.  "I didn't find SHO until I was
nearly sixteen - about three years ago." That was a surprise.  He was sure
she'd had to be over twenty-one to serve drinks, but after he thought about
it a moment, he realized that since the club wasn't officially a club, they
didn't officially have a bar and he didn't officially pay for drinks
anyway. There was no law about a private citizen under the age of
twenty-one making drinks for friends as long as it wasn't for pay - and
he'd bet anything that she didn't have a W-2 on file!

   But that meant, she'd been there in - another capacity.  Her grin
broadened as the implications hit him.  Nodding, she told him, "That's
right Josh.  I also like them young.  So there's no reason for you to be
embarrassed - we're alike in that regard."

   For the next half hour or so they talked.  Caprice was easy-going, and
open about her likes.  She enjoyed both girls and boys, and spoke at length
about the joy of making a young boy cum.  Some were too young to even
produce evidence of climax, but they could still achieve it, she said, and
the look in her eyes as she described the feel of their small, hairless
cocks and balls beneath her tongue made it clear that she delighted in
giving them head.

   But it wasn't just the boys and girls she liked.  She enjoyed the men
and women just as much.  And more, she enjoyed the men and the women
enjoying the boys and the girls.  She thoroughly enjoyed licking a little
girl's pussy while the man fucked her, and she loved eating a woman's cunny
while that woman was pleasuring a boy.  She loved the cum of the men and
the boys who were old enough to produce, and she loved the girl-juices and
woman-juices.  She loved the way they looked at her and the way they
enjoyed her body, and she loved it when she took a turn on the main stage
for everyone to watch.

   By the time she was done describing all of that, Josh had a raging
erection.  "How come I never got to see you on-stage," he stammered,
flushed with desire for this petite sex-fiend.  She shrugged.  "Just luck I
guess.  I don't really get up there that often.  I mean, I don't want to
get burned out on it or anything.  And besides," she twinkled, "there are
other delights I participate in.  Not always on-stage."

   By now he was feeling comfortable enough to express his own concerns,
and to his surprise, she told him he wasn't the only one.  Apparently most
decent guys questioned their own motivations and desires, and she'd heard
them all.  Of course, some men, after a taste of the young, wanted only
more of that.  But most, she said, didn't suddenly stop enjoying adult sex.
The child-sex was simply another treat.  Like Neopolitan ice cream - most
people like the vanilla, the chocolate, *and* the strawberry, but some
liked some flavors more than the others.  That didn't mean though that
someone who liked chocolate best couldn't still enjoy vanilla!

   Josh was relieved.  Even more than he thought he'd be.  So he *wasn't*
as weird as he'd supposed!  But he was really surprised a moment later.

   "Josh sweetie, you're a really nice guy.  Would you like to take me to
bed to see if you still like vanilla?" Caprice asked, her eyes lowered
demurely.

   "Seriously?" he asked, unable to believe his luck.

   "Seriously." she nodded, adding in a husky voice, "This talk has gotten
me quite excited, and I'd love to take you into one of the back rooms and
see if I can't make you cum like a clydesdale!" Her eyes glowed.  "That is,
if you're willing." She giggled.  "From what I hear, a clydesdale might not
describe your abilities adequately!"

   So she *knew!* And she seemed to be okay with it - no, to be *aroused*
by it.

   "Where," he croaked, his erection almost painful.  "Wait, you have to
tend..." he looked over at the bar, and saw that someone else had taken her
place while they'd been talking.  That made sense.  After all, they'd been
chatting for a long while.

   "It's okay lover," she giggled.  "I won't get in trouble, and the bar
will be covered.  Mr.  Mann has really lenient rules regarding
fraternization with clients - basically, if you want to, and we want to,
it's fine," she paused thoughfully, "but...  uh, you *will* have to pay for
the room.  We're not allowed to chip in on that.  But I like you Josh - if
you'd rather wait till after my shift, I can take you home and we can have
a go there!"

   The cost of the room was nothing to Josh, and he understood perfectly
that the club was still a money-making venture, even if so many of the
events that took place in it were "free".  Besides, there'd be cleaning
needed, and he knew all too well that things would probably get messy. 
Besides, he *liked* Caprice - a lot!  And he was pretty sure that the girl
was as horny as he - and he certainly didn't want to leave her in need!"

   "Darlin'," he said with feeling, "I'll be more than happy to pay for the
room.  Are you *sure*...?"

   With a devilish grin, Caprice took his hand, pulling him from the chair,
and guiding him through the maze of tables to a curtained alcove which in
turn turned into a shadowy hallway.  There were several doorways, and they
passed three with red or green lights over them before Caprice stopped at
one with no light.  Josh had to ask.

   "Uh, I think I get that the red lights mean 'occupied'...  but the
green?"

   "Not exactly.  Are you forgetting the name of the club?" she smiled. 
"SHO - She, He, Other!" She waited patiently as he tried to figure it out,
as if she'd presented him with a riddle.  After a little thought though, it
was obvious.

   "Okay, let me guess.  Red means 'occupied'.  Green means 'occupied' too,
but with an invitation for others to join?"

   "Or just watch," she agreed.  "This isn't the Diamond Dolls area, so ...
nominally all adults here," she smirked, "though as you know, we play a
little fast-and-loose with the definition of 'adult'.  Still, yes.  You got
it.  I knew you would!" As if as a reward, she pulled his head down to her.

   Her lips were soft, warm; her body smooth, slim, and firm beneath the
sliky fabric; her tongue lively and playful and sweet.  They kissed like
lovers, long and languid, their desire for one another clear in they way
their tongues danced, but without hurry, certain of the pleasure to come.
When they finally broke, they were both breathing hard, and Josh could feel
that his cock had begun to drool in his shorts.  She was just *so* fucking
sexy!

   "I think," she breathed into his ear, "that I'd like you all to myself -
at least this first time.  Is that okay with you?"

   He couldn't have agreed more.

   The room was completely unexpected.  He wasn't sure what he'd expected,
but what he found would have been perfectly normal in any well-appointed
home.  In fact, it looked quite a bit like someone had taken a large,
well-appointed bedroom and full bath, and attached it to this hallway.  The
only thing missing were the windows.  The bed was a large four-poster, with
nice sheets and cover, seven pillows with all the girly frills one would
expect in a home.  There was a pseudo-window with drapes over a flat screen
displaying a city view - the illusion far from perfect, but still fairly
good.  It wouldn't fool anyone who really looked, but it did lend the room
a feeling of "normalcy".  In fact, the only thing that really made it stand
out as unusual in any way was that the shelving contained a plethora of
towels, and when one opened the doors, a large assortment of toys, lotions,
oils, and other sexual paraphenalia.

   The bathroom was likewise "normal" at first glance, though the tub was
sunk in the floor and large enough for four to sit comfortably, more if
they didn't mind being in constant contact.  A separate shower included
more toys as well as soaps, shampoos and so on.  And of course the tub
included bubbles and jets.

   Josh took all this in at a glance, but wasn't really given time to
process it.  Caprice pushed him toward the bed, turning to flip the light
switch to "red" and locking the door.  She followed him to the bed, dimming
the lights so they were comfortable on the eyes, but not so dim they
couldn't see well.  That was good, because she had a lovely body -
according to his fingers - and he was eager to see it.

   Not as eager as her though.  "I really can't wait Josh," she apologized,
immediately beginning to undress him.  "Is it okay if I suck you off first?
I've been thinking about how much you cum, and I'm just dying to have you
give me your load!  You can fuck me after, of course, but I'm *really*
thirsty honey!"

   He hadn't expected such words from such a sweet-looking girl!  And the
way she'd kissed him, he thought she must be horny as hell and in need of a
good shagging.  But it was clear that she wanted to drink his cum first,
and he was more than ready to aceede to her request!  In actual fact, he'd
been - as usual - a little worried that she might not be as enthusiastic
about his huge load as she'd let on.  But the hunger in her eyes made it
clear that cum was what she wanted - and lots of it!

   Tossing his shirt aside, she made quick work of unbuckling his belt and
all, pushing his hands aside whenever he tried to touch her.  "Not yet
lover," she panted.  "I need this more than you can guess.  You can have my
body in a few minutes - the faster you feed me, the sooner you can fondle
me!" Well that was an offer that he'd not refuse!

   Sliding his pants and underwear down in one move, his cock sprang out
free, a large dollop of precum flinging against her silky black dress in
the processs.  He thought she'd be annoyed at that, but she just grinned,
looking up at him.  "He's eager!  Good!  And already offering me yummies!"
Scooping up the drops with her finger, she popped it into her mouth, her
eyes rolling with pleasure.  There was no doubt now that Caprice *loved*
cum, and it only became more obvious as she pulled her finger out and
positioned herself under his throbbing manhood, mouth wide open to catch
the next drops as she squeezed them out onto her tongue.

   It was like watching a kid in a candy store.  The look of eager
anticipation on her face, the joy in her eyes as the warm drops fell onto
her tongue, the way she closed her eyes, savoring the juice before
swallowing.  Yes, this girl had a *hunger* for cum - a genuine love of the
stuff!  Her fingers were light, delicate as they lightly tickled his balls,
making them jump and produce even more pearly drops.  And her hands were so
*small* - they made his already significant size looke even larger.  For a
moment it occurred to him that in many ways, she still looke underage -
small body, small breasts, light voice, cute face.  And yet, she was a
grown woman - well, if nineteen could be considered grown.  One thing was
certain though - the way his cock was throbbing, he didn't need to worry
that he was only interested in *little* girls anymore.  If the girl was as
sweet and sexy as Caprice, he'd *always* be able to get it up!

   He almost blew his load immediately when she slid him into her mouth,
and he actually had to fight for control as she *continued* to slip it into
her mouth, further and further, squeezing it past and down into her throat
until the fat balls were resting against her chin and her noze was burried
in his crotch.  Watching it slide into her that was was simply amazing. 
This girl was obviously an expert cock-sucker, with skills to match a
sword-swallower!  Looking down at her sweet little face, her amazing dark
eyes peering up at him, smoky with the pleasure she was getting, he was
reminded of that old movie "Deep Throat".  The premise there had been that
the star had some sort of clitoris in her throat, making her cum when she
sucked cock.  Seeing the look of sublime joy on Caprice's face, he wondered
if there wasn't something to that after all!

   The withdrawl was equally fascinating, watching his cock slide out of
her mouth, slowly, inch-by-inch, wet with her saliva, and with her eyes
looking up at him every bit of the way, her hand coming up to stroke the
shaft as it became available, until the bloated head was all that remained
in her mouth.

   "Jesus," he said with real feeling.  "You are amazing Caprice!" Her eyes
danced with pleasure at the compliment.  Clearly this was a girl who took
pride as well as pleasure in sucking cock well.  She popped the tip from
her mouth for a moment.  "You have an amazing cock Josh!" she enthused. 
"But please honey...  no." She stopped, then looked up at him and in a
sweet little-girl voice, she blinked and said, "Please Mithter Josh!  You
can fuck my throat with your big thing, but I wanna taste it, so don't
squirt your stuffs down my throat - do it inna my moufs so I can tastes
it!"

   Josh didn't know whether to laugh or cum.  It was both intensely sweet
that she was playing the "cutesy little girl" for him, and arousing as
hell. But he didn't *need* it.  Caprice was sexy enough as a grownup!

   He reached down, gently stroking her hair, chuckling softly.  "Intense
honey, but totally unnecessary.  We both know I love little girls, but
believe me when I tell you that you're *more* than sexy enough without the
role-play.  So unless it turns *you* on, we can skip that for now.  Hell,
I'm fighting hard as I can not to cum already!"

   She giggled, and this time it was no affectation.  "Okay Josh," she said
in her normal, but still lilting voice, "time for that sort of thing later.
But *gawd*," she emphasized the word passionately, "please cum in my mouth
soon!  I'm so close to cumming, and I'm trying to hold back until I get
your gift!"

   He noticed for the first time that she'd only been using one hand.  The
other was between her legs, and he grinned.  She might not have a clit in
her throat, but he was certain she had one under her fingers!  And she
really did want him to cum - in her mouth!  It was no pretense to make him
feel good - it was a need for *her* to feel good.

   "Okay you little cock-sucker," he growled, his heart leaping as he saw
her eyes light up with a rapturous joy.  She knew he was going to do it,
and pushed the head back into her mouth even as he took her head in his
hands.  With a grunt of pleasure, he held her head and pushed forward,
driving his cock down her throat once more, then back, withdrawing it.  Her
eyes were bright and eager, loving the feel of his manhood sliding against
her tongue and throat, and that look of bliss only grew as he fucked her
mouth and throat with increasing ferocity.  Her eyes watered, but they
weren't tears, and he could see her shoulder shaking as her hand rubbed
down below.

   "I'm.  Gonna.  Cum." he growled.  "Can't.  Hold.  Much.  Longer.  Baby."
His thrusts were bringing foam to her lips, and still the amazing little
cock-hound was loving it as he fucked her throat like a fleshlight.  Her
eyes were beginning to roll back in hear head, and he knew, without a
doubt, that she was starting to cum.  The sight was incredible, but even if
it hadn't been, he couldn't hold back!

   He erupted.  The first shot flew down her throat by accident, but he
quickly pulled back so that the head was in her mouth as the second volley
fired.  Her hand was on the shaft, stroking him, squeezing him, urging him
to shoot his seed.  He filled her mouth.  She gulped.  He filled it again.
Her cheeks bulged and her eyes flew open, looking up at him with amazement
as she gulped again.  And yet her hand still flew along his shaft, urging
more from his balls, and they complied, shooting again and again.  She was
making repeated squeals - all she could do with her mouth full, and it was
obvious that she wasn't going to let a drop go if she could!  Her body was
shaking violently as she stroked him, each time he fired, she'd jerk as if
struck by electricity, and yet still she sucked, stroked, and urged him to
cum more!

   When he finally ran out of juice, his knees buckled and he fell back
onto the bed, spent and dazed, his cock popping from her mouth like a cork.
It took him a few minutes to regain his wits enough to hear her whimpering.
With effort, he lifted himself high enough to peek over the edge of the
bed.

   Caprice lay on the floor in a foetal position, shivering, twitching, her
eyes closed and whimpering like a wet puppy.  It made his heart ache, and
Josh quickly slid down onto the floor beside her.  His knee landed in wet,
and he saw that she'd made a huge wet puddle in the carpet.  For an instant
he thought, "What a waste!" but her next whimper brought him back.

   "You okay honey," he asked softly, reaching out to touch her lightly on
the shoulder.  She cried out at his touch, and he felt a splat against his
thigh as her pussy sprayed out another spurt of her juice!  But that
surprise was nothing to the shock of her sudden tiger-like flip as she
wrapped herself around his legs, holding him tight as a python.

   "Shhh honey, it's okay," he said, trying to soothe her.  Cautiously he
reached down and very lightly touched her shoulder, but this time she
jerked only a little and cried out just a bit.  He took that as a good
sign, and continued, gradually petting her more as she calmed down.  It
took several minutes, but finally he was able to lift her up onto the bed,
continuing to speak softly, gently, soothing her with his words and his
light touches.  As he did so, she gradually came around, realizing where
she was, what she was doing.  She was still shivering, but less, and her
breathing was slowing.

   "Holy fuck," she finally gasped, and her throat sounded parched.

   Carefully he extricated himself.  "Stay here honey, relax.  You need a
drink." He padded over to the fridge and brought her back a bottle of
water. Opening it for her, he helped her up enough that she could sip,
making her stop before she could down the whole bottle.  "Easy there
kitten. There's plenty.  Give it a moment." Her eyes looked up at him as if
he was the knight who'd just saved her from a dragon, laid her head on his
shoulder, and wept.

   "Shhh sweetie," he cooed, gently rubbing her back.  "It's okay honey. 
No worries.  You and me here, no one else.  Just relax." Gradually she did
so, and in a few minutes sat up and took the bottle again, drinking the
rest of the water normally.  Her shaking had all but stopped, though she
still shivered as the silky fabric brushed across her.

   "Wow," Caprice finally managed after a little more cuddling and
relaxing. "That was...  something.  I *knew* you were special!" She turned
her head to kiss him, then giggled nervously.  "I hope I didn't freak you
out.  I just...  never...  got so much before.  It was..." She shook her
head wonderingly.  "Fucking a-maze-ing!" she finally concluded.  "Most
guys, even if I ask them not to, can't help but keep fucking and pushing it
down my throat.  And that's nice, but - oh the mouth!  It's such a waste
when it just sprays down the throat, don't you think?"

   "I, uh, have no opinion?" he offered.

   She giggled again.  Caprice was giddy.  Drunk even.  Divinely happy. 
She could feel the warm cum in her tummy, taste it on her tongue, and most
of all, *remember* the way it felt, spraying into her mouth, again and
again.  All her life she'd loved cum more than anything, and never in her
life had she feasted so fully.  She knew he'd never understand - how could
he?  But he wasn't freaking and running, as some had in the past.  No, Josh
was here, with here, holding her in his big, strong arms, petting her. 
*Thank God,* she thought with real feeling.

   She felt like a little girl on Christmas morning.  No.  More than that.
She felt like a little girl in her daddy's arms.  Warm and happy.  Utterly
loved.  Part of her knew that was just the after-climax talking.  It wasn't
*really* love.  But damned if it didn't *feel* good.  And right.  And
*complete*.

   "Josh?" she asked tentatively.

   "Mmmhmm?"

   "Would it be okay if - maybe not tonight, but maybe some other night, if
you still want to see me again, that is, I mean, I know it's early and all,
and ...  shit.  I'm sorry!  I feel like my brain's numb!

   "It's okay darlin'," Joshua said.  "Just relax.  Just you and me here.
And frankly, you've really eased my mind a lot.  I feel like I could tell
you anything.  So ...  trust this.  There's nothing you could say right now
that would make me leave." He paused.  "Uh, unless you told me to leave,
that is." Suddenly he was sure that was going to be her next words.  It's
amazing how quickly doubts come back!  He waited, suddenly nervous.

   But now it was she who was comforted and reassured and able to speak her
mind.  She kissed him on the cheek, suddenly certain without knowing why.
"Okay Josh.  Uhm...  I really, *really* enjoyed that."

   "So I gathered!" he couldn't help but interrupt.

   "Shut up.  Now, you have to realize something about me.  I'm not only
like, totally into kids, like you are.  But I also...  well, sometimes, I
like to *feel* like one.  Is that too weird for you?"

   Josh's pulse pounded.  "Not at all honey.  So are you saying you'd like
to..."

   "Well not all the time of course!" she interrupted.  "But sometimes, if
it's okay with you, could I be like, your daughter." She bit her lip
nervously, uncertain again.

   It seemed like forever before Josh answered, and when he did, there was
a croak to his throat, as if heavy with emotion.  "I'd be...  delighted,
sweetie." He kissed her on the forehead, and her arms flew aroudn him in a
tight hug.

   They lay like that for a long while, embracing, full of emotions neither
expected to find in each other.  The woman who wanted to be a little girl
in daddy's arms (sometimes), and the man who wanted to be the father to a
sweet, sexy little girl (sometimes).  It could be the start of something
beautiful - or something dangerous.  But both were willing to give it a
shot.  Of course, neither would be willing to admit there was more to it
than that yet - grownups aren't allowed to use the "L" word so soon.

   But it boded well when Caprice, after a long snuggle, looked up at him
and, once again in that divine little-girl voice, said, "An' daddy? 
Sometimes, can we let my other friends pway wif us toos?"

   Joshua knew what that meant.  She wanted to play with children, with
*him* involved as well.  And she'd already said she had been with several
other boys and girls!  The future was looking mighty bright - mighty bright
indeed.  The future looked mighty bright indeed.

   "Of course honey, I'd love to meet your friends and play with them with
you - or just watch." She sighed happily and squeezed tightly against him
again.  After a moment, a thought struck him.  "Say, you wouldn't happen to
know Angela, would you?"

   She giggled.  "O' course daddy!  Angie an' me is good fwiends!  An Mr.
Pete aready said he was hopin' you an she can make a movie some time!  Said
he wanna see Angie takin a shower in your sprays!" She paused reflecting.
"I know what he meant now!  She'd be *covered* wif it!" She giggled merrily
at the thought.  "Mr.  Pete sent Mr.  Mann a note aready to see if you
wanna pway wif them again.  You gonna?  It's kay wif me if you don' want me
there too - I unnerstan'.  Its up to you an Mr.  Pete.  But if you wannna
me be there toos, it would be fun!  Angie an me could rassle all wet wif
your stuffs an Mr.  Pete's too!" She giggled again.  "Sooooo messy tho!"
She laid her head on his shoulder, her hand sliding down his belly to wrap
around his shaft, which had begun to swell again at the thought of spraying
down the two girls - one really eleven, the other easily able to pass for
fourteen, yet legal!

   "Daddy wanna pway some more?" she asked, eager as a kid eyeballing a
chocolate cake.  "Only dis time, can daddy fill me cunny?" She couldn't
help but shudder at the idea of all that cum inside her pussy!

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