"Will Mr Edwards be there Daddy. . . . and Mr Johnson"?

"Of course sweetheart, all the other Daddys will be there, they wouldn't miss it for the world".

It was the first Saturday in the month and Tina and her father were on their way to the "Daddys and Daughters Club". Their first visit, the previous month had been so enjoyable that the intervening four weeks had dragged by. Now they were in the car and on their way. The journey took less than an hour and Ben was soon pulling into the car park of the large Victorian house.

The door was opened by the owner and organiser of the club, Henry Smart.

"Ben, so glad to see you again", he beamed, shaking hands, "And here's the lovely Tina", he enthused, kissing the 11 year old on her cheek.

"Hello Mr Smart", the girl smiled brightly.

"What a sexy outfit Tina", he said, taking a closer look at the girl. She was dressed in a white, off the shoulder gypsy blouse and a short, flared mini. Below this, her bare, tanned legs ended in pink, far too old for her, 3" heels.

"Mummy bought it for me just for the club", Tina told him, thrilled that he thought her outfit sexy.

"What a wonderful Mummy", Henry said as he took them through to the main lounge, "Did she... ask how you enjoyed your first visit"? Wanting feedback, Henry actually posed the question to her father. Ben smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I told her all about it".

"You did"? Henry asked a little concerned, "And what did she say when you told her... all about it"? Tina giggled.

"She said she wished her Daddy had taken her to a club like this"!

On entering the main lounge a buzz of conversation filled the air, with the deeper Daddy voices vying with the higher pitch of their young daughters. The turn-out was good, thirty couples. Ben surveyed the room, as stunned by the sight as he had been a month before. The age range of the men was 30 to 50, that of their daughters 10 to 12. All the girls were dressed a little older than their years, sexy rather than childish clothes.

Most of the groups standing talking consisted of two dads and two daughters, but to his left, he saw three dads standing around one girl. Intrigued, he watched the scene. Like Tina and most of the other girls, she too wore a short, flared mini. Above, she had on a tight, pink top, very short and exposing her flat, smooth midriff.

The men looked down upon this angel, talking quietly and never taking their gaze away. One of them then reached down, spoke and stroked the back of his hand slowly across her naked belly. The girl looked up and smiled, clearly pleased by whatever it was he'd said.

A few moments later, one of the others reached down and slowly stroked the girls pert bottom. Ben stared, memerised at all this... and aroused. Finally the third man reached down and gently fingered the girls little buds though her top.

When, later that evening, Bed chatted to this third man, he was told that the first man was the girls daddy and that when he's stroked her midriff, he'd told her that it was high time she had a baby growing there!

Ben took Tina by the hand and circulated among the group. During the next half hour, his little daughter was physically admired by many hands. One of the older daddys, Jack, went as far as putting his hand under the front of her mini and petting her prominant, pantied mons. Tina giggled.

At nine o'clock, Henry rang a hand-bell and the room went into a hush. All the daddys looked expectant, all the daughters wide-eyed with a certain trepidation. The time had finally come to take things forward.