Author: Dayvid Notellin ([email protected])
Title: Club SHO
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
Originally Posted At: https://www.reddit.com/r/Ageplaystories/�
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 privileges! 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
molding her body, now billowing away, offering a delightful tease to anyone
looking � which was usually anyone in the vicinity. She either had permanently
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 predictable!
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 embarrassing 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 Neapolitan 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 thoughtfully, "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 silky fabric; her tongue lively and playful and
sweet. They kissed like lovers, long and languid, their desire for one another
clear in the 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 paraphernalia.
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 accede 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 process. 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 look even larger. For
a moment it occurred to him that in many ways, she still looked 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 nose was
buried in his crotch. Watching it slide into her that way 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 withdrawal 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 fetal 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 around 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'. It's 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. "Sooo
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!