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Published: 6-May-2013
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Professor Daniel Bach was a retiree of two years, a widower of five, and at the moment was in his study engaged in yet another gentle battle with the second love of his life, his daughter Diana.
"No," he said simply.
"But, Dad," Diana said, "you're lonely, I know you are."
"Rubbish."
"Come on, Dad, be honest with yourself. You never go out, you do nothing but sit here and read. I know you miss being in class, and all those deep conversations with the other profs."
He arched an ironic eyebrow. "Deep waters are often stagnant," he said.
"Oh, God," she said, standing up in frustration. "Look, I don't want to get into another debate with you about the 'desiccated intellectual desert of academia', as you call it. All I'm saying is that all sorts of people hang out at the Community Center, some of them as smart as Your Majesty! It wouldn't hurt you to drop by now and then, reacquaint yourself with the part of the human race that doesn't live in the ivory tower."
He regarded her placidly. "First of all," he said, "I believe the place is actually called the Community Senior Center. And second" - he grew more agitated - "have you actually seen the people who 'hang out' there? Those biddies who congregate for bingo? My God, there's so much blue hair there you'd think it was a retirement home for smurfs! And the men? Every one of that dithering bunch should have a drool bucket hanging around his neck!" He regained his composure. "I'm not old, Di-di, not old the way they are. I think you know that."
Diana sat back down and took her father's hands in hers. "I know you're not old, Dad," she said gently. I just - I just want you to be happy, that's all, and I don't think it makes you happy to be alone all the time, living like a hermit."
He smiled at her. "I'm not always alone," he said, gesturing across the room with an inclination of his head. There, curled up in a recliner with a book about frogs, was Josie, Diana's ten-year-old daughter. "My granddaughter keeps me good company." For the past several months Dan had been playing the part of afternoon babysitter for Josie. Diana and Nate both worked and rather than hire a real babysitter or have Josie be a "latchkey kid", Dan had agreed to having the school bus drop her off at his house every afternoon, where Diana would pick her up two or three hours later. "You don't think I'm a hermit, do you Sweetie?" Dan called over to her.
The little girl looked up from her book. "No," she said with finality. Then, frowning: "What's a hermit?" Dan laughed, and winked at Diana.
"A hermit is a doddery old man with a long, scraggly beard who lives all by himself in a dank, dark cave with bats and bugs and eats nothing but pop-tarts that nice people bring him now and then," he said. Diana's eyes rolled to the ceiling, as Josie climbed down from her chair and ran over to them.
"Well, you can't be a hermit, then," she said with her hands on her hips. "You don't have a beard, and you don't even like pop-tarts!"
Dan looked sideways at Diana with a smirk, gesturing with upturned palms to Josie. "Q. E. D.," he said. Diana looked at him with a smirk of her own, shaking her head.
"I give up," she said. "It's two against one." Then she stood up and tousled her father's shaggy hair with both hands. "Come on, Josie-girl," she said. "We want to get home before Daddy does." She gave Dan a hug while Josie ran around gathering her coat and school bag and then headed for the door. "See you tomorrow," Diana called over her shoulder as she followed her daughter out the door.
"Bye, guys," said Dan, waving to them. "I'll be here, same time, same place."
Diana didn't give up, of course - she never did - and a week later she did two things that changed Dan's life forever.
* * * * *
"I don't know, Di-di, I just don't know." Dan frowned as he regarded the object on his desk balefully.
"It's about time you joined the twenty-first century, Dad," Diana said. "How you managed to avoid using them your last years at the university I'll never understand."
"My graduate students," he said. "They used them. I preferred doing research the old-fashioned way." Dan was a Luddite on principle.
"Right - in the stacks and the dust."
"Peaceful places, those stacks. And the dust - the very stuff of history, my dear, redolent of time."
Diana ignored him. She knew he was a contrarian, and was used to his playing devil's advocate, or the very Devil himself. "Look, Dad, I'll show you how you can read newspapers from all over the world, or research anything you want to, right here at your desk." But Dan was distracted by Nathan, his son in law, who had been working on something on a bookshelf across the room.
"What's that, Nate?" Dan walked over to the bookshelf and looked down at an odd-shaped object that displayed an array of blinking blue lights. "It looks like a flying saucer."
Nate smiled. "Nothing like that, Dan," he said. "Well, maybe a little bit like it, since it's sort of space-age." He stepped back to give Dan a better look. "It's called a wireless router, and it sends..."
"Dad, come back here!" Diana called. "I was about to show you what this can do. You'll love it, honest!" Dan shrugged at Nate, and returned to his daughter's side where she sat waiting for him. On the desk in front of her was a new laptop computer, a gift from her and her husband, her latest attempt to draw her father out of his self-imposed exile from the human race. She hoped it would help relieve the depression she was sure he suffered from.
"Okay, show me," he said, pulling up another chair and sitting next to her. "Impress me." She grinned and proceeded to call up a search engine, where she initiated a search that instantly brought up several sites dealing with the architecture of colonial America, the field that had occupied a good deal of Dan's career. She had planned this ahead of time, and selected one of the sites in the search results. A page of journal articles appeared, among which was one titled, "The influence of Puritan architecture on the transcendentalist literature of nineteenth-century New England." The author was one Daniel Bach.
"Holy smokes!" Dan said, sitting up and moving closer. "I wrote that years ago! How did you..."
"There's so much on the net, Dad, you wouldn't believe it." She continued typing, pulling up the web sites of newspapers from all over the world, headlines from New York, Los Angeles, Berlin, Tokyo. Dan was fascinated, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ask a question, Dad," Diana said. "Something from history that not everybody knows."
Dan thought for a moment. "Uh, let's see ... uh, when did Cotton Mather die?" he said. Diana typed "death of cotton mather" into the Google search engine search phrase area. Instantly, "February 13, 1728" appeared in several result listings, including one that led to an extensive biography of the prolific Boston minister. "My God!" Where is all that coming from? Is it inside the computer itself?"
"No, it's coming in over your phone line to that thing that Nate hooked up" - she pointed to the router on the bookshelf - "and then it's sent to the computer here with radio waves." She clicked the mouse to call up another page. "And what you type or click here is sent by radio back to the router, out over the phone line, and onto the net." She called up a few more sites she thought would interest him. "You don't even have to sit here to do it. As long as the battery is charged" -she pointed to the charger attached to the computer - "you can just unplug this thingy and go anywhere in the house with the computer, still connected to the net."
"Wow," said Dan. "Wow. May I...?" He pointed to the keyboard. "Would you show me how?" Diana grinned and moved aside to make room for him, then gave him his first lesson in navigating the Internet.
That was the first big splash Diana made in Dan's little pond that week. The second came the next day, but she forgot to tell him about it until after it happened.
* * * * *
The knock at the door came when Dan was reading the editorial page in the on-line version of the local conservative rag, which it amused him to compare with the Times op-ed page he had just finished. "Ah," he said to himself, checking his watch. "Josie, right on time." He went downstairs to greet her. It was Friday, and he assumed she would be in good spirits with a weekend of freedom ahead.
"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" she chirped as she opened the door and came in. She was indeed in good spirits; she also wasn't alone. Following behind her was a little girl he had never seen before. He stood aside as the pair hurried past him into the living room.
"Well, who is this?" Dan said, closing the door and turning to look at the girls. "I see we have a guest for the afternoon."
"This is my friend Lita, Grandpa," Josie said, "she sits next to me in school. Her mom couldn't pick her up at school today, so Mommy said she could come here with me. Is it okay, Grandpa?"
"Of course," Dan said, "of course!" He bowed slightly and took Lita's hand in his. "I'm very pleased to meet you, young lady. Any friend of Josie's is a friend of mine!" The little girl giggled and looked at Josie.
"Told ya he was nice," Josie said. "She was afraid maybe you wouldn't want an extra kid to watch," she said to Dan. "But I told her you wouldn't mind."
"Well," Dan said with mock seriousness, "I would have been very upset indeed if we didn't have enough cookies to go around - but as it turns out we have lots and lots! Come on into the kitchen." He led the girls into the kitchen - or rather followed them as they ran ahead of him - and fetched the promised cookies while Josie took down cups in a well-practiced routine and filled them with milk from the fridge. He sat with them at the kitchen table for a while, watching them compete for the biggest milk-moustache, then excused himself to return to his reading upstairs in his den. Cute, he thought to himself, very cute.
Diana was all apologies when she arrived later to pick up Josie and Lita. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dad! I meant to call you to let you know about Lita, but I got so busy at work that it completely slipped my mind. I hope it wasn't too much trouble looking after both of them."
"No, don't be silly, it was no trouble at all," he said. "If anything it took the pressure off me to keep Josie amused all afternoon! More time to play with that toy you gave me."
"Oh, that's a relief," Diana said. "I figured it would be all right, but I really should have asked you first."
"Well, nice of you to say, but really, no problem, Sweetie, none at all."
They were in the kitchen and Diana was just finishing making a pot of coffee. She poured cups for both of them, and then sat down across from him. She stirred cream into her coffee and was silent for a while, looking down into the cup. Then she looked up and cleared her throat. "I'm really glad to hear you say that," she said hesitantly, "because I have a huge, huge favor to ask you." Dan looked at her expectantly. "Okay," she said, "it's like this. Lita's mother Carmen is sort of in the same boat that I'm in. Well, not exactly, but sort of - what I mean is, is that her ex-husband hasn't been good with keeping up with the child support payments, and even though there's a lawyer who's trying to get him to obey the court order, well, Carmen needs to make mortgage payments and all the rest..." She paused and took a sip of her coffee. "Anyway, Carmen decided she has to go back to work, at least part-time. The problem is that the only hours she can get are in the afternoon, the time when..."
"... when her daughter comes home from school," Dan finished for her.
"Yes!" Diana said. "It's the same situation Nate and I are in, and it can really tear you up, believe me!" She took a deep breath. "So, what I wanted to ask you is whether it would be all right if Lita came here with Josie after school every day to wait for either me or her mom to pick her up. Carmen says she'd be willing to pay you, it couldn't be much, but she..."
"Say no more," Dan said, smiling. "I'd be happy to help out. As I said, those two did a great job keeping themselves busy without me, so I can't see it'd be a problem at all for me. No payment, though, I won't hear of that. What the hell kind of favor would that be?" Diana grinned and jumped up and came around the table to give her father a hug.
"Oh, Dad, thanks so much! Carmen will be thrilled." She began to clear the table of their cups and saucers. "And, really, Lita is a great kid - she won't be any trouble at all. And I know what you mean, she and Josie are like soul-sisters, they're never happier than when they're together. Carmen actually started work today, so starting next week?"
"Next week I'll expect them both to come pitter-pattering to my door," Dan said as they joined the girls in the living room to give them the good news.
* * * * *
Later that night Dan lay in bed with his book resting on his chest as he gazed absently at the ceiling, thinking about the day. His life seemed to be changing, and quickly. He supposed that was a good thing, but he tended to be conservative in his habits, and it always made him a little uneasy when his normal routine was altered. Not that the past two days had been in any way upsetting - no, the computer Diana and Nate had given him really was fascinating, and he was kicking himself that he, old fuddy-duddy that he was, had been so long in looking into the technology that had taken over the world and was rapidly transforming it. He was looking forward to digging into the information that seemed to be available on the net in inexhaustible supply.
The appearance of the little girl - Lita, was that her name? - had been a surprise, too, but he had meant it when he told Diana that looking after the child would not be any trouble for him. It was only for a couple of hours a day, after all, and, as he had told Diana, having a playmate for Josie actually took some of the burden of looking after her off him. No, burden wasn't the right word - he loved having her around, but sometimes he feared that she became bored having no one but him for company, and he was happy that he wouldn't have to feel guilty about that with Lita around.
Lita - she really was a charming little girl. From her name he assumed she was Hispanic, and her dark hair and large brown eyes were consistent with that. She and Josie made quite a pair, a study in contrasts. Josie had her mother's coloring and hair, which was a light shade of blond and fairly straight, which was why her mother usually had it in braids or a pony tail. Lita's hair was very dark, nearly black, and was cut to about shoulder length. It had a natural wave that caused the locks that hung down over her ears to curl forward and upward on her cheeks, almost as if she were wearing half-hoop earrings.
There was another difference between the two girls he had noticed. They were both the same age, but where Josie had the linear, androgynous body typical of a ten-year-old, Lita seemed somehow more developed. The curve of her hips suggested an older girl, and a developing bust had been evident under the t-shirt she had been wearing. I guess she's closer to puberty, Dan thought, yawning; some kids grow up faster than others. He leaned over to turn out the light on the night stand next to his bed. He lay back on the pillows and looked into the new darkness. Charming, he thought, very charming. Cute kid. And then he turned on his side and slept.
* * * * *
The weekend went by quickly, and Dan was thoroughly enjoying investigating the capabilities of his new computer. He searched for every arcane bit of knowledge he could think of, and almost always was rewarded with results. He was not totally uncritical about it, since he noticed that some of what was offered up as gospel truth was patently false. This didn't really bother him, because the same thing could be said of other sources of information, including what he used to deal with in his research; the only difference was that with the net the flow of information, both good and bad, was several orders of magnitude faster. One always had to maintain a critical awareness.
Occasionally he found himself thinking of Josie and her friend Lita, and realized that he was looking forward to their arrival Monday afternoon. Maybe Diana is right, he thought; maybe I am lonely. Of course, having two little girls running around the house is not what you could call adult companionship, but still, he was looking forward to it. Maybe it's the novelty of the situation, he thought, just something new. Josie was certainly different when she had a playmate to chatter with. And the child herself, Lita - it had been pleasant to have her around, even if just for a couple of hours. Cute, he though again; pretty, even, very pretty, if you could say that about a ten-year-old. Well, yes, of course you could, why not? Josie was cute, too, but somehow not in the same way Lita was. Her developing curves, her ...
Whoa! Dan stopped his train of thought abruptly with a short laugh. Where the hell did that come from? Hardly appropriate thoughts about a little girl, bud, hardly relevant for an old coot like you. Simmer down, pardner.
He thought of his wife, gone now for five years, and sighed. I do miss her, he thought, yes, in more ways than one. Just in his early fifties when he took an early retirement, still healthy, all of his capabilities were intact, he was still a fully functioning male adult... but he was alone, and he was starting to feel that more acutely now. Diana's right, I guess, he thought. Maybe I've got to get out more. Maybe.
For now, though, he contented himself with making sure he had an adequate supply of cookies and milk.
* * * * *
Carmen had come to the mainland from her native Puerto Rico when she was very young. Her mother was a traditional Hispanic lady, and taught her daughter that girls and boys were are different, and should be treated differently. Boys are stronger and so should be raised to be manly. Girls are weaker and should be protected by their families, and later by their husbands. They should be pretty and docile, and growing up they should look and behave like little girls, not like little boys. It had been a struggle for Carmen to overcome the impulse to subservience her mother had imbued in her, so inappropriate for life in twenty-first century America, but now, with the divorce from an abusive husband behind her, she was learning to become more self-sufficient. But there were times when her memories of being a little girl made her smile.
Carmen had never quite gotten over her love of dolls. She had dozens of them when she was a child, and spent hours dressing them up and arranging them on her bed. When Lita was born it was as if she had been given the most wonderful doll of all, a real live little girl that she could dress up to her heart's content. She was no longer a submissive woman, but she still believed that little girls should be pretty and feminine, and so from the first day of school on, little Lita was usually dressed in pretty dresses and skirts, some of which Carmen made herself. There had been some snickering from the other pupils about Lita's girly-girly appearance, but she didn't pay much attention to it, especially since her best friend Josie always told her she looked nice.
So, Dan received a small surprise the next day Josie and Lita arrived. He came down the stairs just as the girls were coming through the front door.
"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" Josie chirped.
"Hi, Grandpa Dan!" Lita echoed, giggling and holding her hand to her mouth.
"Well," said Dan, "all of a sudden I have another granddaughter! Will wonders never cease?" The girls laughed and dumped their backpacks in a corner of the foyer and headed for the kitchen. As Dan watched them go he noticed a difference from the previous Friday. Then, both girls had been wearing jeans and t-shirts; today Josie was again in a similar outfit, but Lita was wearing a blue denim jumper over a long-sleeved white jersey, the sort of thing he'd never seen on tomboy Josie. He didn't give it much thought - kids are different, that's all. Still, he had to admit that the little girl looked awfully pretty, much more grown up than Josie. What he didn't know was that Carmen couldn't resist using just a little makeup when she dressed Lita for school -not much, just a little lipstick applied to her full lips from a tissue. Anything like eye shadow or mascara would have been too much, for the little girl's eyes were so big and her dark lashes so long that she had no need of enhancement - her face was already strikingly pretty.
But however mature Lita's appearance and wardrobe may have seemed, in mind and spirit she was still a little girl, an innocent, playful little girl who liked nothing better than playing games with her friend Josie and making milk mustaches, as they were both doing now in the kitchen amidst gales of giggles. Dan walked into the kitchen and smiled as they grinned at him, like kittens looking up from a saucer of cream.
"So, what do you want to do today," he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Candyland!" cried Josie. It had been her favorite board game since she had been a toddler, and she was always looking for someone new to play it with.
"Good choice," said Dan. "I guess you know where it is."
"Yep," Josie said. "Same place, right?"
"Yes, in the cupboard under the book cases," said Dan. "Do you want to play it here on the kitchen table?"
"Can we do it in the living room on the floor?" Josie asked. "It's nice in there."
"Don't see why not," Dan said. "I'll leave you to it, then." He turned to go, pausing to touch Lita gently on the head. "It's nice to see you again, dear," he said with a smile. Then he returned to his study to resume reading. He could hear the girls as they ran into the living room to begin their game.
About an hour later he was interrupted by Josie calling up to him from the living room.
"The mailman's here, Grandpa," she said. "I heard him open the slot."
Dan left his study and went down the stairs. "Thanks, Sweetie," he called as he made his way to the front door. He picked up the pile of letters and circulars that had been dropped inside the door, then wandered into the living room and sat down in an easy chair near where the girls were playing Candyland. He began to look over his mail, separating the important from the disposable.
"Yippee, Gumdrop Pass, I get the short-cut!" Josie cried. Dan looked up as Josie moved her piece along the game board. She was lying on her stomach on the rug as she reached across the board. Lita was sitting opposite her, facing Dan. Her legs were crossed lotus-style and she was leaning back on straight arms as she watched Josie. The hem of her jumper had ridden up over her thighs and Dan realized that her underwear was peeking out from between her spread legs. He quickly looked back down at the mail he was sorting, trying to concentrate. He was blushing, and felt embarrassed. After a minute of aimless paper shuffling he looked up again. Lita was still leaning back, and her white cotton panties were still exposed. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help staring between the little girl's legs. After a few seconds she shifted her position to take her turn, and pushed the hem of the jumper back down to the floor, ending the display. Dan stood up and hastily left the room with his mail. Entering his study he shook his head, angry with himself. What the hell was that all about, he thought to himself. He took a deep breath and looked out the window. Just caught me by surprise, that's all. It could happen to anybody. Natural reaction to a pretty girl, no big deal, right? Right. He ran a hand through his hair and sat back down at the computer.
Later that night, after Diana had come by to pick up the girls, after the small talk, after their departure and he had busied himself with dinner, with clean-up, with empty, desultory TV, Dan lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Dear Catherine; dear, departed, deeply churched Catherine, for whom sex had been first and foremost Original Sin, to be endured and tolerated for the sake of her husband. Was that why now, alone in his bed, sleepless, fitful, in spite of self-reproach and denial, he could think of nothing but the smooth thighs of a pretty ten-year-old girl? He tried to put that image out of his mind, but he couldn't - the memory of her parted legs, of the impression of her mons against the thin fabric of her panties, the way she leaned back with her legs spread wide and open to his view...
Enough, he thought, turning onto his stomach and seeking to clear his mind. As he did he instantly became aware of his hardness pressing into the mattress. He groaned and resolved to ignore it, and finally feel asleep.
* * * * *
It was a pleasure for Elena to be able to speak her native language after so many years among the English-speaking Americans. She was grateful to her adopted country for the opportunities it had afforded her, after the chaos of the last days of the Soviet Union, but nevertheless Odessa was still home to her. And it was comforting to know that her sister Marina was well, and on schedule with her own plans to emigrate, if not to the United States then perhaps to Canada.
"How is she doing?" Marina asked. "I don't hear much from her."
"Don't worry," Elena said, "your daughter is fine. She likes her school and is adjusting well."
"Oh, that is good to hear," Marina said with relief. "After the trouble here I was so glad you agreed to take her."
"Of course I took her!" Elena said. "My own niece, of course I would. Nadya's a lovely child and so nice to have around."
"She doesn't miss Odessa?" asked Marina.
"A little, maybe, but not terribly. She tells me that after the business collapsed there wasn't much for her to do, aside from getting into trouble. She says she was happy when you told her she would go to America to be with me."
Marina hesitated. "Does she ever speak of ... I mean, do you think she misses what she did here?"
"I don't think so," Elena said. "We speak of it sometimes, but she doesn't seem to miss it. And she's a smart girl, she knows that it's better not to mention it to the new friends she's made here."
"That's good," said Marina, "I'm glad. Even though the business is going again, it's not what it was before. Especially since you're not around anymore to coach the girls."
"The state isn't still cracking down?" Elena asked. "I thought they had caved to pressure from the Americans."
"No, Kiev has been leaving us pretty much alone, since the publicity died down. And in our new capitalistic regime, as long as there's a market there will be opportunities to satisfy demand. There is no shortage of demand from men who like to see pretty girls."
Elena laughed. "Yes, human nature doesn't care much about what politicians do!"
They spoke for a while longer, of friends and plans for the future. After she hung up the phone Elena was pensive, thinking of the past and of the business she had been a part of. Not a partner in the business, as Marina had been, but more as a consultant. Her special skills and insights had been useful.
Elena understood men. In particular, she understood the desires of men, especially men with a taste for what Marina provided. After Marina asked her to help during photography sessions with the girls, the result was that sales of their product had tripled. Elena was able to instruct the girls, even girls as young as ten or eleven, how to pose for the camera in ways that appealed to certain kinds of men, ways that excited them greatly and left them with a craving to see more, which, of course, Marina's business was more than happy to supply - for a price. Even after emigrating, Elena continued advising Marina's girls by means of email, with suggestions for poses and facial attitudes designed to excite their particular audience. That had come to a halt when the business was closed, and Marina had gone into temporary retirement. Soon after that Nadya had come to live with her in America.
Elena had enjoyed working with Marina and the girls. It was not just her first-rate education and training that was valuable in that work. She had a natural instinct for the sexual manipulation of men, and practiced it with precision. She knew how to provoke the desires of men who liked little girls, men who were excited by the sight of young girls teasing them and undressing for them, men addicted to masturbating to the pictures Marina provided and to the fantasies they provoked. Of course Elena appreciated the money she made through her efforts with the girls, but that was of secondary importance to her. Her real fulfillment was in the knowledge that thousands of men were kept in a state of constant excitement, a continual cycle of sexual frustration and release that kept them always aroused but never completely satisfied. She liked thinking about these men; she didn't know why, she just did. It was simply a part of her own psychological makeup that she accepted.
* * * * *
Dan awoke late to a day of sunshine. He showered and resolved to put the inner turmoil of yesterday out of his mind. A new article, he had decided, yes, he would start researching a new article today. Retired from teaching, yes, but out of ideas? No, definitely not. He resolved to put his new tool, this amazing internet, to good use.
An outline of an essay dealing with a comparison of the pre-Civil War underground railroad with the immigration issues of the present day was largely completed when the sound of the school bus in front of his house announced the arrival of his young charges. He looked at his clock and was surprised at how quickly time had passed. He was eager to continue work, and resolved to come back upstairs after he had checked in with the girls. He went downstairs to greet them.
The girls were doffing their back packs as he descended the stairs. They grinned up at him. His eyes went immediately to Lita, who was again wearing an outfit more feminine than Josie's, but quite different from the previous day's jumper. Today, she was dressed in a skirt of pink and blue plaid that started low on her hips and extended to three inches above her knees. It was snug as it passed down over her hips, and then flared out more loosely into pleats that swirled when she turned around. On top she wore a pink t-shirt with a picture of Disney's Tinkerbell character on the front, and was tucked into the belted waist of her skirt. The shirt was a little big on her, so that its loose neckline was wide enough to show her collarbones and the tops of her shoulders. On her feet were black patent leather shoes and white ankle socks with lacy ruffles, and today her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Dan followed the girls as they ran into the kitchen. He decided to make a pot of coffee to take upstairs with him, doing his best to avoid colliding with the girls as they raced around getting their cookies and milk. While the coffee was brewing Dan wandered around the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, humming to himself. As he walked by Lita's chair where she sat across from Josie, he looked down, then quickly continued past her. His heart was racing. Looking down into the loose neckline of Lita's shirt he had seen the tops of her young breasts. She was wearing no undershirt, so his view had been unimpeded. Though still small, her breasts were smooth and firm with a narrow valley between them. A subtle difference in coloration was evident at the line of demarcation between the tanned flesh on her upper chest and the paler shade further down, which a bathing suit would normally cover. In spite of his resolve Dan turned and slowly walked by her again. Although she was moving around, joking with Josie, he was still able to see her conical breasts jiggling under her shirt as she bounced in her seat. A pink, puffy nipple was briefly visible. He closed his eyes and hurried on, biting his lower lip. Fumbling with a cup and almost dropping it, he filled it and started back for the stairs. He stopped when Josie called out to him.
"Grandpa, can we watch a video?"
"Um, sure," he said. "What do you want to see?"
"My Little Mermaid."
"Okay," he said. "Shall I put it on for you?"
"No, I can do it," she said as she and Lita got up from the table.
"Okay, then," said Dan. "I guess I'll see you later."
"See ya!" called Josie.
"Yeah, see ya!" echoed Lita.
"See ya later alligator!" sang Josie. Both girls thought this was hilarious, and were giggling as Dan walked up the stairs to his study. When he sat down at the computer his hands were trembling.
* * * * *
An hour passed and Dan wrote almost nothing. He got up and went to look out the window. He turned and walked around the room, stretching his arms upward, trying to relieve the tension he'd been feeling all afternoon. I've been in this room too long, he thought. It's feeling oppressive. I think maybe I need a change of venue. He went to the computer and pulled out the power supply cord that connected it to the "thingy", or transformer, that Diana had told him about. The screen didn't change; the notes he had been working on were still displayed. Huh, he thought. Amazing. Diana had said that he could take the computer anywhere in the house and it would stay connected to the internet. Well, time for a test, he thought. He picked up the computer and stepped out of the room. Downstairs he could hear the sound of the video the girls were watching. Would that be distracting? he wondered. Nah, he thought, it won't bother me. Just need to get out of this room is all.
Holding the computer carefully in both hands he made his way down the stairs and into the living room. The girls were lying on the floor watching the television and were too engrossed in the story to pay him any attention. He quickly moved to his easy chair and sat down with the computer in his lap. He started typing. Then, he looked up at what was in front of him.
Both girls were lying on their stomachs facing the screen; Dan's chair was behind them, and the view he had of Lita was riveting. She was watching the TV propped up on her forearms, and her plaid skirt had ridden up so that Dan found himself staring at her panty-clad bottom. The panties were bikinis, white and thin, with delicate pink lace scalloping along the edges, the tight fabric closely molding the firm globes of the little girl's well-rounded bottom. Dan couldn't look away. His eyes moved along her legs, down her smooth thighs to the lacy socks at her ankles, back up to her bottom and the creases at the tops of her thighs, exposed by the high cut of the tiny panties. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to squeeze those plump little buttocks in his hands. As he watched, holding his breath, the girl shifted her position, in the process moving her legs further apart, which gave him a view of the rounded mound between her legs. He licked his lips, barely suppressing a moan. Without realizing it, his hand moved to his lap. Lita changed her position several times, but Dan always had a clear view up under her skirt as his hand moved slowly and almost imperceptibly. His eyes never left her.
When the film ended Josie and Lita sat up and stretched. Josie looked up at Dan. "I guess you liked it, Grandpa," she said.
Dan started as if emerging from a trance. He blushed and swallowed. "Liked ... what?" he said.
"My Little Mermaid. You watched the whole movie with us!"
"Oh," Dan said. "Well, I like keeping you company," he said with a forced smile.
"You're nice!" Josie said brightly. She jumped up and ran to him, giving him a hug. Lita was kneeling on the floor as she smoothed her skirt down over her knees. She yawned.
"I'm tired," she said.
"Me too," said Josie. "Let's go get another cookie." The girls walked to the kitchen, while Dan remained in his chair. He closed his laptop and stared at it for a few moments. Then he got up and removed the DVD from the player and returned it to its place under the bookshelf. He turned off the television, took a deep breath, and returned to his study.
Hours later, Daniel Bach sat in the same chair in his bathrobe, sipping his third scotch of the evening, looking down at the floor, recalling the afternoon's excitement, and asked the empty room, "Who am I?" He carefully placed his glass on the table next to the chair, and moved his hands to the keyboard of the computer in his lap. "Who am I?" he typed. The search engine immediately responded with a list of pop-psychology sites. He smirked, then typed, "A man who looks at little girls' panties." When the screen filled with links he clicked one at random and started to reach for his drink. As the screen refreshed he slowly put the glass back on the table and stared. Displayed on his laptop were pictures of little girls in their underwear - image after image of girls in panties of all colors and styles: tiny bikinis, briefs, hip-huggers, miniscule thongs. Some wore undershirts, others tiny training bras, often no more than mere strips of cloth drawn straight across flat chests. The girls ranged in age from early teens, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, down to elementary school-aged girls of about nine or ten. Dan stared in amazement at the parade of images on his screen. Though appearing innocent, the girls' poses had a suggestion of sly intent, of an awareness of the effect their pictures might have on men. Dan swallowed hard, and looked down at himself. Opening his robe, he was confronted with the most massive erection he had ever had in his life: larger, certainly, than any he could remember during his time with Catherine, even bigger than those he had guiltily stroked as a teenager. His penis was standing straight up from his lap in a rigid arc, its head taut and shining - it was excited and in need, quivering with anticipation, looming against the backdrop of smiling little girls who seemed eager to tease it to madness. It was an epiphany: he realized he had been looking for this all his life. "My God," he whispered. "My good God."
Reaching for his glass, Dan held it up in a toast: "To me," he said aloud, and drank. He had the answer to his question.
* * * * *
Always a creature of habit, Dan settled easily into a new regimen. During the day he worked on his article, frequently distracted by daydreams about Lita and wondering what she would be wearing today, his ear attuned to the approach of the school bus. When the girls arrived he always found some excuse to hover near them, his eyes moving over Lita and her tantalizing skirts and dresses, her tight jeans and frilly blouses. As he sat in his chair while the girls played or watched a video, he secretly fondled his erection behind a newspaper or his computer, giving silent thanks to Lita's mother for the wardrobe choices she made for her pretty daughter, for the guilty pleasure she provided him as he looked up the little girl's skirt, or stared at the swell of her young, developing breasts. If she only knew what she's doing for me, he thought; my God, if she only knew!
Later in his study he would surf the internet and masturbate far into the night over the images that now consumed him. He was amazed and enthralled by the variety of pictures that seemed to have been created for the express purpose of seducing and addicting him: little Japanese girls with innocent smiles lifting the skirts of their school uniforms to reveal pure white cotton panties; girls frolicking on beaches in tiny bathing suits or even in just their underwear, wet and revealing; endless series of "non-nude" picture sets, in which scantily clad little girls had been taught to pose and smile in ways expressly designed to drive pedophiles mad with frustrated desire; and even pictures of little girls totally nude, almost always from web sites overseas, in which prepubescent girls were exposed to him in exquisitely revealing detail. He didn't think of himself as a pedophile, but my God what those pictures did to him! He entered into a kind of collaboration with the girls he masturbated to, helping them tease and tantalize him, keeping himself excited by "edging" his erection for hours until he could stand it no longer and surrendered to orgasms that filled the house with his cries of ecstasy. Then he would collapse into bed and fall asleep thinking of the next day and of Lita.
Dan sat this evening in his study nursing a glass of Chivas and fondling his erection. He understood that he wasn't alone in his new obsession. At this very moment there were probably many thousands of men all over the world moaning with excitement and masturbating helplessly as they gazed at the same pictures to which he was becoming addicted. The thought both appalled and thrilled him - so many lonely souls in private chambers, indulging in their secret, guilty pleasure, touching themselves while they stared at little girls who sought to make their sexual frustration even worse. He cringed at the realization that he was becoming a member of that pathetic group! But at the same time he felt a kind of communal bond with these men who were lusting over the same girls, masturbating right along with him. He looked down at his erection, and imagined all the others, all those hard and excited penises being stroked just like his. He imagined them in the same room with him, jerking and moaning and staring at the same tantalizing little girl.
He took another sip of his scotch and brought up a picture of another girl. He moaned as he took in her innocent beauty, and feathered his cock to tease it. Through an inebriated haze he had a vision of all those other erections being worked, his community of fellow perverts -grasping their excited cocks was like a handclasp of fellowship across international borders. They were joined by their cravings, by their need to torment themselves with adorable, unattainable young girls, and above all by the sweet pleasure they all understood so intimately. He lifted his glass in a toast to his invisible co-masturbators. "Prosit!" he exclaimed, tossed back the remainder of the scotch and set to work in earnest on his ravished cock as he stared into the eyes of a little girl who was driving him mad.
And so it went, night after night. But it took a toll. He was not able to stay in bed after sunrise so his lack of sleep became chronic. He lost weight, and spent most of his waking hours fantasizing about the girls he saw on the internet, or about Lita: how he'd love to watch her as she got undressed for bed, what would it be like to give her a bath?
The crisis came one day about three months after the arrival of the computer. "Grandpa?" Dan sat up abruptly. His eyes were unfocused as he looked around, confused. He was sitting at the desk in his study, and Josie and Lita were looking at him.
"Wha-," he said. "What's wrong?"
"You were asleep, Grandpa," Josie said. "Lita and me knocked but you didn't come to the door."
"Oh," he said. "I'm sorry, Sweetie, guess I just dozed off." He rubbed his hands over his face and stood up. "Who's for cookies?"
Two days later it happened again, and the day after that Diana confronted him about it.
"I'm worried about you, Dad," she said as they sat in the kitchen while the girls played in the living room. "I thought the computer would help, but I think you're still depressed. It seems to have gotten worse."
"No, really, I'm fine," he protested. "There's nothing wrong with me."
"Look, Josie said she found you asleep twice this week. That's not like you." She touched his hand. "And frankly, Dad, you're not looking well. You look, I don't know, distracted, distant."
He looked at her and forced a laugh. "I'm not distant," he said. "Look, I'm right here."
Diana didn't smile. "It's no joke, Dad," she said. "I really think you should see someone, someone trained to deal with depression."
Dan stood up and angrily gathered up their coffee cups and tossed them into the sink, almost breaking them. "I'm not depressed," he almost shouted. "Maybe - maybe I'm just working too hard on this fucking article!"
Diana stared at him. He almost never used language like that. She looked directly at him. "The fact is," she said quietly and evenly, "the fact is that I'm becoming worried about whether it's a good idea for you to watch the girls. If for whatever reason you can't stay awake, then maybe the responsibility is a bit too much for you." She looked away from him.
Dan froze. He moved back to the table and slowly sat back down. He clasped his hands in front of him and looked around the room before he spoke.
"I... Well, maybe I am depressed, I don't know. It's true I haven't been sleeping so well, and... Well, maybe I should talk to someone, maybe that's a good idea. Don't know who, though." He looked up at Diana. "It would be pretty lonely around here in the afternoon without them." His eyes were moist.
Diana smiled gently and put her hand on his. She of course had no idea about the actual reasons for his sleeplessness, or about why he enjoyed the girls' company. But she also didn't realize that at that moment Dan himself was experiencing profound misgivings over what had been happening to him during the past several weeks. He was no fool, and he recognized that the direction he'd been taking was not a good one; he was falling down a dark well, or at least teetering at its edge. He'd been wandering in a waking dream, and Diana's warning was cold water in his face.
"So," he said with a resigned sigh, "who do I talk to? I don't know anyone."
Diana brightened. "Well, I do!" she said. "It just so happens that I met a really good therapist at one of the discussion groups I attend, a specialist in depression, as a matter of fact."
"Yeah?" said Dan. "What's his name?"
"Doctor Salenko. Here..." She handed him a business card. "Doctor Elena Salenko."
Dan looked at the card. "A woman?" he said.
"Yes, a woman," Diana said. "There are woman doctors now, you know!"
"Oh, I know," Dan said. "I'm not a Neanderthal, I wouldn't hold her gender against her."
"So will you call her?" She winked. "She's also very good looking, by the way."
"Ha!" Dan scoffed. "Hardly relevant. Especially for an old coot like me!"
"So you'll call her?"
"Yeah, okay, I will."
"Promise?"
"Yes, damn it, I will!"
"Good!" Diana gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she said. "I'm really glad. For you and for me."
Dan walked her to the door. "Uh, and tomorrow afternoon ...?"
"They'll be here. Same arrangement, at least for now." She punched him on the arm. "Just stay awake, okay? And call the doctor?"
"Deal," he said.
* * * * *
The address to which he had been directed over the phone was in an older, fairly upscale part of town. The streets were broad and tree-lined, with a motley assortment of houses that ranged from the shabbily quaint to the elegant. They were not the homes of the super rich, but rather of those who were comfortable enough and interested more in good taste than in ostentation. More than a century of styles was represented, and the result was an eclectic gathering of dwellings that suggested a community of independent people.
He stood on the sidewalk regarding the house. It was built like a Victorian summer cottage, large and rambling with a wrap-around porch that gave it an expansive air. It had two floors, with pairs of dormers at both the front and rear of the upper storey. It was well kept, and had been recently painted a subtle shade of clay green, with surprising, playful touches of brighter colors around the trim and windows. Dan found it very inviting.
The voice on the phone had been warm and melodious, a deep alto with an unusual but pleasing accent. Doctor Salenko said she would be happy to meet with him at his convenience, and they had agreed on an appointment at 6:00 PM the following Friday. Now, a few minutes early, he followed the walkway to the porch stairs with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He had almost canceled the appointment, but because of his promise to Diana had decided to go through with it. The problem he was wrestling with even now as he approached the house was how much he should reveal to this person, a perfect stranger who might not be at all sympathetic when he told of what had brought him here. He had resolved to be honest, since he knew that successful therapy depended on that, but just how much should he reveal? Well, he could talk about the internet thing; that's a pretty common problem these days, isn't it? Not all that weird, right? As for the rest of it - the thing with Lita - maybe he'd better not say anything about that, too dicey. He'll just - oh, just play it by ear. He mounted the steps and rang the bell. After about a minute Dr. Salenko herself opened the door.
She was a tall woman of about forty, wearing a lavender cashmere sweater over a fitted navy blue skirt. Her dark blonde hair was cut short, not severe or mannish but rather in a tousled pageboy that suggested a subdued playfulness. She had a full mouth and high cheekbones, with large gray eyes that were piercing and intelligent. The sweater and short skirt emphasized her trim yet voluptuous figure.
"Mr. Bach, come in, please!" she said warmly, taking his hand. She stepped back to allow him to enter, and pointed to a room to the right just inside the door. "In here, please," she said.
The room was spacious and comfortable, with a large mahogany desk in front of a window facing the door. A bookcase was built into the wall on the right, and against the opposite wall was a small couch and a round coffee table with a box of tissues. An upholstered chair faced the couch at an angle off to the side. Next to the couch was a small table supporting what appeared to be a flat screen computer monitor. Dan removed his jacket and placed it at the end of the couch.
"Please, sit," Dr. Salenko said, indicating the couch. She sat facing him in the chair. As he sat he looked at the tissues on the coffee table.
"Expecting tears?" he said with an ironic smile.
"It happens," she said. "Not in all cases, of course, but sometimes they are needed."
He looked at her with a curious cock of his head. "Russian?" he asked.
She smiled. "No," she said, "but close. I was born in Ukraine. I hope my accent is not difficult to understand."
"Oh, no," he said, "not at all. Really, it's hardly noticeable at all!"
"Well," she said, "I've been in this country for many years, and it's my business to talk with people, so I suppose I've had a lot of practice." She flashed him a brilliant smile, then took up a clipboard and a pen from the table and handed it to him. "I'd like you to fill this out," she said. "It's a standard medical history form - childhood diseases, current health problems if any, medications you're taking, and so on." Dan took the form and filled it out as directed, then handed it back to Dr. Salenko. She took it from him and walked to her desk, where she exchanged it for a spiral bound notebook. She walked slowly, and Dan watched her appreciatively, as her hips swayed gracefully from side to side and her buttocks flexed under her tight, rather short skirt. He dropped his eyes as she turned to walk back to him, silently castigating himself for what he took to be inappropriate behavior on his part. She's your therapist, for Christ's sake! Get a grip. When she reached him she sat back down in the chair facing him.
"So," she said, "what brings you to me?"
Dan hesitated. "Well," he began, "it's a little embarrassing to talk about, but I suppose you could say I have a bit of a, uh, well I guess you might call it a problem with a sort of addiction." He paused, looking very uncomfortable. Before he went on Dr. Salenko spoke.
"Mr. Bach, I want you to understand that anything you say to me is in the strictest confidence, and will never be shared with anyone else. And you should not be embarrassed by anything you have to say. Believe me, Mr. Bach, it is quite impossible to shock me!"
Dan smiled. "Well, that's a relief to hear. Please call me -~Dan', by the way. I think I'd be more comfortable with that."
"Of course," she said. She took up her notebook again. "So, Dan, a sort of addiction?..."
He sighed. "Okay," he said, "it's like this - it's something I guess is pretty common these days. You probably get a lot of poor dopes in here for the same thing." Dr. Salenko said nothing, so he continued. "I received a gift recently from my daughter - you know her, I believe."
"Diana, yes, I do."
"Well, she meant well - thought I was depressed, I guess - so she gave me a computer, one of those little ones that sit on your lap. She also taught me about the Internet, quite marvelous, actually, I had never seen it in action before. Well, I started playing with it, you know -I'm actually an academic researcher by profession, history - or at least I was before I retired - and..." He paused, and ran his hand over his hair, looking at Dr. Salenko sheepishly. "Well, the fact is I came upon some ... material ... that maybe I shouldn't have been looking at, and - well, I guess I became fascinated with it, maybe too fascinated."
"Material? Could you be more specific?"
He took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, "it was pornography. Pretty embarrassing for an old guy like me to admit, but there it is. Must be a pretty dreary, boring issue for you these days."
Dr. Salenko put down her notebook and looked at him. "Dan, there is nothing about human behavior that bores me. It's true that some problems afflict many people, and that certain sets of problems become more prevalent than others from time to time, but this does not bore me. It fascinates me, to use your word, because it illustrates the diversity and eccentricities of human passions, as well as the action of natural impulses that we all share. No, I don't find the issue boring, and, above all, I do not judge."
Dan was silent for a few moments. "I guess I'm a little surprised to find you so ... understanding, Dr. Salenko. I suppose I was expecting to have a finger wagged at me!" He smiled at her. "You're very articulate, by the way," he added.
"Thank you," she said. "I assumed from your background that it would not be necessary to simplify my remarks to you." She took up the notebook again. "What is your martial status, Dan?"
"My wife died five years ago," he said softly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she said gently. "Have you had any other relationships with women since your wife's passing?"
"No, I just - well, I guess I just haven't felt the need, or at least the desire, to get involved with someone else. Maybe I just don't have the energy."
"How old are you, Dr. Bach ... Dan?"
"Fifty-four."
"So you have not been sexually active for a number of years. You have not met other women you find attractive?"
"No, I can't say that I have." He almost added, "until today," but he caught himself in time.
"And the pornography that you discovered on the Internet, did you find it stimulating? Did it arouse you?"
Dan moved uncomfortably on the couch.
"Um, yes, I guess it did."
"Did you - do you - masturbate while watching it?"
Dan looked around the room, his face turning red. He swallowed hard. "Oh what the hell - yes, I did. I do." He looked at Dr. Salenko shyly.
"And are you able to achieve a satisfying erection when you masturbate? Do you achieve orgasm?"
He started to say something, but just nodded.
"All right," she said, looking at her notes, "you are a male of fifty-four, in good health, without the responsibility or the emotional support of a wife, apprehensive of new romantic relationships, possibly still in mourning, yet in possession of an undiminished libido and responsive to visual sexual stimuli that enable you to engage in highly pleasurable and satisfying acts of auto-eroticism. Is that accurate?"
"Sounds like me," he said, smiling weakly.
"So, Daniel," she said, leaning forward. "What is the problem?"
He blinked, then laughed self-consciously. "Well, when you put it that way I guess it doesn't sound so bad. But the problem isn't one of quality, I think - it's quantity. The addiction part. I've become too, too - I don't know, too dependent on it. It's sort of taken over my life. I stay up late, don't get enough sleep, fall asleep during the day when I should be looking after - other things - neglect the writing I'm trying to do. I'd call this a kind of addiction, wouldn't you?"
"Perhaps," she said. "And, certainly, if you are feeling distress, then yes, that is a problem that we should address. Is this an issue you would like to pursue with me?"
"Well, yes. It's the reason I'm here, actually."
Dr. Salenko thought for a moment. "Very well," she said. "I'm happy to work with you on this matter, and I'm quite confident that I can help you. Before we start, however, I must ask that you consent to my setting the direction of our work in whatever way I see fit."
Dan shrugged. "Of course," he said. "You're the doctor."
Dr. Salenko nodded. "Good. I will tell you at the outset that some of the techniques I employ are somewhat non-traditional, but I find that they can be very effective nonetheless. Do I have your trust in these matters?"
Dan regarded her for a few moments, then said, "Yes, you do. Absolutely - I'm in your hands, as they say."
"You're quite sure?"
"Yes."
Dr. Salenko smiled and stood up. "Excellent," she said. "We should get started right away. Excuse me a moment, would you?"
"Yes, of course," Dan said as Dr. Salenko walked to her desk and took a square envelope from a drawer. She returned and moved the end table with the computer monitor that was next to the couch so that it faced Dan where he was sitting on the couch. Dan could see now that on a shelf below the monitor was a small computer.
"The first thing we must do," she said, "is to find out just who this interesting person named Daniel Bach is." She removed a CD-ROM from the envelope she carried and inserted it into the computer. Then she surprised Dan by sitting down on the couch next to him. She reached down and pressed a key on the computer.
"What is that?" he asked.
"You'll see," she said smiling. "Just watch." After a few seconds a picture appeared on the monitor. It was of a woman, a brunette with large breasts and wide hips wearing a black brassiere and a garter belt supporting black stockings, and lacy red panties. She was smiling and squeezing her breasts as she looked out at the viewer.
"Oh my!" said Dan. The picture changed: the woman licked her lips as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
"This is just a small test to ascertain the nature of your sexual responses, Daniel," Dr. Salenko said. "It won't take long." The slide show went on as the woman continued her strip tease. "Now just relax, and allow me to..." As Dan watched the screen she turned toward him and placed her right hand on his crotch.
He stiffened and turned to look at her, shocked. "What ..." he sputtered. He looked at her, his eyes wide, a half-smile of embarrassment on his reddening face. She reached forward and paused the slide show.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daniel, I should have warned you. I need to monitor your reactions. Often a plethysmograph is used to take such measurements, but I don't like using them. I find that manual contact is much more informative."
"A plethys...?"
"Yes, a penile plethysmograph. It is supposed to measure changes in volume of the penis during arousal, but I don't believe it is at all reliable. The hand of an experienced therapist is much more sensitive, especially for simple tests like this one, where only a rough indication is required." She touched his arm gently. "I am sorry if I startled you. I really should have given you warning."
"Oh, it's ... it's all right," said Dan. "It just surprised me, that's all."
Dr. Salenko sat up straight and put her hands on her knees. "Listen," she said, "why don't we take a quick break, and I'll get us some tea. Do you drink tea?"
"Uh, sure," he said. "Usually coffee, but I like tea as well."
"Good," she said. "I have a very nice blend that should relax you." She stood and started for the door. "I won't be long," she said as she left the room.
As Dan waited for her to return, he gradually got over the surprise she had given him, and his breathing returned to normal. He looked around the room and then at the computer. He considered continuing the slide show, but decided against it immediately. After a couple of minutes Dr. Salenko returned carrying a tray with a tea pot and two cups and set it down on the coffee table next to the box of tissues.
"Here we are," she said. "Sugar and lemon? Cream?"
"Yes, lemon please," Dan said, taking a cup from her. He took a sip. "Very nice," he said. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes as he sipped. The tea was in fact very relaxing.
"Good," she said finally, "let us continue, shall we?" Dan put his cup on the coffee table and nodded. She reached down and started the computer slide show from the beginning, then moved closer to him and again placed her hand between his legs. "Now, just relax," she said softly as the parade of sexual images resumed.
Dan wasn't sure how long the session lasted. The pictures displayed were varied, ranging from simple images of nude women to hard core scenes in which combinations of women and men engaged in sexual acts of all sorts. Through it all Dr. Salenko's hand rested lightly on his crotch, her fingers pressing gently against his penis through the fabric of his trousers. After a while he didn't even notice it as he watched the progression of images. At one point he thought he heard the front door to the house open and close, but Dr. Salenko took no notice of it. Occasionally she sat up to refill his cup and have him take a few sips, then resumed watching with him, her hand probing gently between his legs.
He reacted to the pictures in varying degrees; some of them didn't interest him at all, others a bit more so. When a series of pictures of young girls in their underwear suddenly appeared, however, his penis began to swell immediately. Dr. Salenko noticed this, and reached forward to slow the sequence of pictures. Warm and relaxed and without realizing it, Dan sighed contentedly in pleasure as image after image of sweet pretty girls, teenaged and younger, paraded before him. Dr. Salenko put her hand on him again, noting and gauging the effect the girls were having on him. Her fingers moved slightly, her hand now seeming not so much to monitor his erection as to encourage it.
* * * * *
"There, we're done for now," Dr. Salenko said, turning off the computer. Dan blinked and sat up, slightly groggy.
"Whew," he said, "I must have dropped off for a minute there!"
"No," Dr. Salenko laughed, "you were just relaxed, very relaxed. We had a good session."
"I guess your tea did the trick. What's in it?"
"Oh, it's essentially chamomile, which is in fact a bit of a soporific, plus a few other ingredients. The result of some experimentation on my part."
"So, what do we do now?" he asked.
"Well, we will set up another appointment, and I will give you some tasks to do at home - an assignment, as it were."
"Okay," he said, standing up from the couch. "But before that, could I use your ... uh, your facilities? I'm not used to drinking so much tea."
"Of course," she said. "You'll find a bathroom at the end of the hall, to the right outside the door."
Dan opened the door and walked a little unsteadily down the hall. Halfway to the end of the passage there was an open door on his right. He slowed as he passed, looking into the room. It was a small bedroom, and in the center of it a girl stood with her back to him. She was dressed only in lacy underwear - matching lavender panties and brassiere - and although he couldn't see her face he judged from her stature and the firm, trim lines of her figure that she was a young teenager, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old, with loose, blond hair that hung to her shoulders. As he watched she reached behind her back and unhooked the brassiere, tossing it onto the bed in front of her. Dan lowered his gaze and continued quickly down the hall, moving as quietly as he could. He wondered about her as he went into the bathroom. She had evidently been the one he heard come into the house earlier. The erection he had gotten during the session with Dr. Salenko had begun to subside, but the brief glimpse he had of this unknown girl renewed it, and it took a while before he was able to urinate. The door was closed when he passed the room again on his way back to Dr. Salenko's office.
He found her seated in the chair by the couch, writing in her notebook. She smiled at him as he entered, and put down the notebook.
"So," she said, "you seem to have survived our first session, regardless of the shock of my unorthodox approach. Are you having second thoughts about continuing?"
"No," he said as he sat down on the couch. "I'm game if you are." He made a show of feeling his arms and chest. "No serious wounds, as far as I can tell."
She smiled broadly. "Good!" she said. "I'm so glad."
They decided that they would meet on a regular basis, 7:00 PM on Fridays, convenient for both of them. As they were talking there was a knock on the door. When Dr. Salenko responded with a "Come in," the door opened and a girl entered, the same girl Dan had seen a few minutes earlier.
"YA ukhozhu , tetya Yelena..."
"English, Nadya," Dr. Salenko interrupted.
"Oh, yes, izvinite" the girl said. "I am going out, Aunt Elena," she said slowly and carefully.
"Where?"
"To the house of Lisa my friend."
Dr. Salenko nodded. Then she gestured toward Dan and said, "Say hello to Mr. Bach, Nadya." Dan stood up. Noticing him for the first time, the girl came into the room and approached him. She was very pretty, with high, Slavic cheekbones and wide-set gray eyes the same shade as Dr. Salenko's. Her skin was very fair, with a slight sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her lips were of a pinkish hue, although she was wearing no lipstick or gloss. A slight overbite gave the impression of a little pout on her lips, the lower one of which was slightly fuller than the upper. The only defect in her almost perfect face was a small chip in her upper left incisor, which far from being unpleasant instead called attention to her mouth, and her soft, parted lips. Her fine blond hair, parted in the middle, had been pulled back into twin ponytails tied with multi-colored elastics, and she was dressed in tight denim jeans with a pink half-tee that exposed her midriff. She smelled of lilacs.
"How do you do, sir, I am very pleasing to meet you," she said, extending her hand.
Dan smiled. "I'm pleased to meet you too, Nadya," he said, taking her hand. "You speak English very well." She blushed and lowered her eyes shyly.
"Thank you. I try to learn." She smiled and returned to the door.
"Not too late, Nadya," Dr. Salenko called after her.
"No, not late." She looked at Dan. "Poka," she said, and waved. Dan waved back.
"Your daughter?" Dan asked after she'd left.
"My niece," Dr. Salenko answered. "I'm looking after her until her mother arrives."
"Nice girl," Dan said. "Very pretty."
Dr. Salenko smiled. "Yes."
"Well, I guess I should be going, too," Dan said, retrieving his jacket from the couch. "Uh, your fee?" he asked.
"I shall bill you," Dr. Salenko said. "But we are not quite done for today, Daniel" she said, removing the CD from the computer and carrying it back to her desk. She opened another drawer and took from it an envelope like the first and brought it to Dan, handing it to him. "Your assignment," she said.
"My assignment?"
"Yes. You will find on this CD images like the ones that elicited the most favorable responses from you today. I would like you to look them over, study them, and determine which of them have the strongest appeal for you. Will you do that?"
"Well, I guess I can do that," Dan said, taking the envelope from her. He smiled wryly. "But I imagine I shouldn't look at them the same way I did the ones that got me here in the first place. You know, not use them the same way. I guess that goes without saying!"
"On the contrary," responded Dr. Salenko. "I want you to use them in exactly the same way. I want you to allow yourself to become excited by these images, and to do everything you can to make that excitement more intense. Masturbate to them, as I am sure you will want to, and identify those that provide you with the most extreme arousal and pleasure. Then, when you return next week, you will show me which pictures most excited you, and describe the feelings they provoked in you. After that, we shall decide the best course of action to deal with those feelings." Dan stared at her. "Can you do that for me, Daniel?" she asked softly.
"I ... sure, yes, I will. Doctor's orders, right?"
"Good," she said, taking his hand. "Till next week, then."
"Yes, till next week," he said. "Thank you, Dr. Salenko." He turned to go, but she held onto his hand for a moment longer.
"Elena," she said.
* * * * *
Driving home, Dan's feelings were mixed, confused. Was therapy supposed to be this - well, this enjoyable? He had expected a serious, somber professional, advising him on matters of behavior control and addiction avoidance, maybe even a line of self-help psycho-babble! Instead, he was still feeling the warm, sweet ache of a subsiding erection and had been told, even encouraged, to indulge himself even more. He wondered whether this was valid psychological practice, or even ethical. But the thought that the CD he carried might have more of what he had just seen in the doctor's office easily overpowered whatever qualms and doubts he might have about Dr. Salenko's techniques. Yes, he would check out this CD. In fact, he could hardly wait. Those girls ... oh my God!
He almost went mad that night. The girls on this CD got to him - they aroused him, teased him, taunted him with firm young bodies displayed in ways that left no doubt they were there just to get him excited, just for his masturbation pleasure. Young girls bending over to give peeks of cleavage that was just beginning to develop, lifting their skirts to reveal tight, thin panties while they stuck out their tongues at him, laughing and giggling, making fun of his lust and his need. They lounged in chairs wearing transparent lingerie, spreading their legs and smiling at him from under hooded lids, urging his cock-stroking on with merciless teasing. There were girls of all nationalities, it seemed, blue-eyed blondes, dark-eyed Latin beauties, giggling oriental schoolgirls. There was even a girl who looked like a younger version of Dr. Salenko's niece, although he knew that was impossible. Occasionally there were candid pictures of unsuspecting girls, shots taken with hidden cameras looking up under their skirts, provoking Dan's latent voyeurism and making him almost drool with excitement as a girl was followed down a city street while a daring pervert of a photographer captured image after image of her firm young thighs and lacy pink underwear. He remembered Dr. Salenko's - Elena's - gentle touch, the thrilling movement of her hand; she had told him she wanted him to do this, had actually encouraged him to masturbate to the pictures she gave him. Thinking about that got him even more excited. He was almost embarrassed to find himself moaning and stroking his hard penis as he watched girls no more than 10 or 11 taking off their clothes - almost. He was far too excited to be embarrassed; he went late into the night before he finally allowed himself to climax. Then he collapsed into bed and was asleep instantly.
The next day, Saturday, he slept late - very late. He decided that he'd better stay away from his computer for a while, since he was actually sore from his masturbation marathon of the previous night and early morning hours. It wasn't too difficult, since it was well past noon when he finally arose, and then busied himself with chores around the house and some shopping. Towards evening, however, he began to feel restless, and memories of the girls waiting for him on the CD were causing an erection to stir once again. But he managed to resist this with the help of a video he had picked up while shopping, a silly comedy that at least allowed him to put aside for a while the nagging desire he felt to return to the lovely creatures on the CD. He also indulged in more than his usual evening ration of scotch, so by the time the video was done he was quite ready to go to bed. It took him a while to fall asleep, though, because memories of the girls taunted him in his bed. Finally, however, he dropped off.
He awoke early the next morning, just after sunrise. It had been a warm night, and he had thrown off his blankets so that only the top sheet was covering him. He noticed immediately that he had an erection pressing up against the sheet. He often had "morning wood" that usually went away as soon as he got up and didn't seem to have anything to do with arousal or desire. This time, however, he was definitely aroused, and his thoughts immediately went to the CD. He tried to resist again, but he was soon back at his computer, fondling himself while he stared at one of the girls who had captivated him the night before last, the one he would report to Dr. Salenko as his favorite. She was young, perhaps twelve or thirteen, with dark, curly hair that framed her face in loose disarray. She was dressed only in a flimsy teddy nightgown and transparent panties, both black, and she wore red lipstick that provided a startling contrast to her innocent, unblemished features, a little girl pretending to be grown up. She posed on an easy chair, assuming various positions, gradually opening her legs wider as the series of images progressed. Dan loved watching her, his eyes devouring her young, developing body, thrilling as her gradually parting legs promised better views of what nestled between them, and when she turned in profile the curves of high young breasts could be seen showing through the translucent fabric of the teddy. But what really got to him, what excited him terribly, was the look on her face. She was gazing out at the viewer - at him - with the most knowing smile, almost a smirk, a look that told him she knew exactly why he was looking at her, knew what he was doing as she posed for him in her skimpy costume. Her eyes were languid and heavy-lidded, her upper lip curled in an almost derisive smile as she displayed herself to what she certainly knew were hundreds if not thousands of aroused and probably sexually frustrated men all over the world, men like Dan, men with their penises in their hands, pleasuring themselves as the little vixen on the screen encouraged them to stroke and to strain their eyes in the attempt to see through the thin, transparent fabric covering the small mound between her legs. When she grinned wickedly and touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip Dan moaned loudly in surrender, and covered his hand with his sperm. His orgasm was exquisite, but not the last of the day.
* * * * *
When he awoke on Monday morning, he assumed that his long sessions of self-indulgence over the weekend would dampen his interest in babysitting for Josie and Lita today. After all, he was starting to get on in years, and there's only so much excitement a guy his age could sustain! But as the afternoon approached he sensed that he was looking forward to the girls' arrival with even more anticipation than before. Then he realized with a start that the little girl from the CD who had so captivated him bore a striking resemblance to Lita - he was amazed that he hadn't noticed it right away. Now his wait for the school bus became agonizing, and was accompanied by the continual twitch of an awakening erection.
When the girls finally arrived, Dan had to force himself not to race headlong down from his study to greet them. He managed a leisurely shuffle down the stairs, and smiled pleasantly as he said hello. The girls of course did not notice the bulge in his trousers as they ran past him into the kitchen. He gave them a couple of minutes to get their snacks and then wandered into the kitchen himself. They were removing raincoats as he entered, and shaking water out of their hair.
"Yukie weather!" Josie said as she picked her raincoat off the floor where she had dropped it and draped it over the back of a chair. "Guess we'll stay inside today." The two friends would occasionally take walks around the neighborhood or sit on Dan's rear deck if the weather was good. But not today.
"I'm sure you'll find something to do," Dan said. "You always do."
"Oh, yes," Josie said. "Lita brought a video from home we can watch. It's about pirates!" Dan smiled and nodded. "You can watch it with us if you want," Josie added.
"Well, I do have some work I need to do," Dan answered. "But I may sit with you for a little while."
"Cool!" Josie said, as she and Lita set about devouring their snack.
Dan went back upstairs to his study. Elena's CD was still in his computer, and he scanned through it until he reached the images he had spent so much time enjoying over the weekend. When he heard the DVD player begin to play in the living room, he picked up the laptop and brought it downstairs where he took up his usual position in his chair, behind the girls where they lay stretched out watching the television screen. They turned to look up at him as he sat down.
"It's just starting," Josie said. "You didn't miss anything."
"Well, good," Dan said, adjusting the computer on his lap. The girls turned back to the television. In an unconscious gesture of modesty, Lita pulled the hem of the little denim jumper she wore down to cover her legs as much as possible. This didn't trouble Dan; he knew from experience that her reactions to the film and her animated giggling with Josie would cause her skirt to ride up gradually, affording him the views he had come to crave so much. He wasn't disappointed. Soon, as he stared avidly, more and more of the little girl's legs were uncovered as her skirt moved upward with every shift in her position, until he was gazing once again at the back of her parted thighs and the snug white cotton panties that encased her enticing bottom. This time, however, he had added some spice of his own. As he watched Lita, he also browsed through the pictures of the nasty little model that resembled her, looking back and forth between Lita's innocent display on the floor and the tantalizing tease on the screen in his lap. He bit his lower lip as he watched Lita's skirt moving ever higher, and the girl in the images open her legs wider as she taunted him. He was wearing loose sweat pants, and he was able to push down its elastic waistband to free his fully erect penis. Hidden from the girls' view by the laptop's screen should they happen to look back, he delicately played with his cock, giving it light, teasing strokes as he stared hungrily at the two similar girls who were driving him near crazy with lust. He almost moaned out loud at the sight of his stiff erection standing up straight and throbbing against the backdrop of a cock-teasing model and an innocent little girl with her skirt pulled up almost to her waist. He imagined that the fingers tantalizing his cock were not his but Lita's, imagined her keeping him on the very edge of erupting with a wicked, knowing touch. Halfway through the film he found it necessary to hurry back upstairs to his study, where he bit on a couch cushion to stifle his cries as he masturbated to an explosive orgasm. It was some time before he was able to compose himself enough to return downstairs to rejoin the girls and await Diana's arrival.
This became his routine for most of the week, until Friday. The weather was fine that day, and Josie announced that she and Lita wanted to sunbathe on the deck; they had even brought their bathing suits for the purpose. So, after they changed in the bathroom - with Dan wishing he could have been a fly on the wall watching them - they proceeded to the deck at the rear of the house and arranged themselves on towels. At first Dan was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to continue his sessions on the chair behind the girls, but he decided that this break in routine was probably for the best; he'd finally be able to get some work done! Still, he couldn't resist going to the window overlooking the deck, just for one little peek. The girls were rubbing sun block on each other, and he felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Josie's hands move slowly up and down the backs of Lita's thighs, squeezing them and rubbing the viscous lotion onto her firm, tender flesh. Enough! he thought, and went upstairs to his study.
It wasn't long, however, before he found an excuse to return downstairs - he needed to get more coffee. After pouring himself another cup, he wandered over to the deck window where he spent several minutes watching Lita as she lay on her stomach, his eyes roaming over the gently swelling curves of her young body. Her one-piece bathing suit was cut high on the sides, and covered only half of the globes of her firm, round bottom. He finally managed to tear himself away and returned to his writing. It was difficult to concentrate, however. He could think of nothing but that beautiful firm bottom, of Lita's parted lips as she lay with closed eyes luxuriating in the sun.
He was soon back at the window, to find that she had turned onto her back, affording him an exciting view of the raised, cleft mound between her legs, molded tightly by the thin blue latex of the suit. He spent the remainder of the afternoon trying to work, but always returning to the window to be teased and excited yet again. Later, when it was time to leave for his appointment with Dr. Salenko, his heart was still quickened by memories of the girl as she lay enticing and innocent in the sun.
* * * * *
"So, Daniel," Dr. Salenko said as she served tea, "before we proceed I'd like to explain to you what I hope to accomplish in our sessions. I indicated last time that my methods differ somewhat from the norm, and I think I should expand on that in more detail."
Dan sipped his tea, finally relaxing after his stimulating but frustrating afternoon. "Sure," he said. "I'd be interested in hearing about that." Dr. Salenko put her cup on the table and began to speak.
"As you probably know, therapy of this kind usually involves what has come to be known as behavior modification." Dan nodded. Yes, he had heard of that. "This technique is based on the idea that what is important in dealing with problematical actions is changing the behavior itself, regardless of what the underlying causes may be. To this end, a patient is led through a series of exercises to an awareness of the steps through which he passes that lead to the problem behavior. The patient may in fact be unaware of these steps, or that he is following a pattern that often repeats itself. In addition to becoming aware of these unconscious steps, the patient is also led to recognize particular situations or places in which he his particularly vulnerable to temptation, where he is most likely to take the first step in the series that can lead to trouble. Following me so far?"
Dan nodded. "Yes," he said, "I think I can recognize similar patterns in my own behavior, in fact."
"Oh, I'm sure you can," Dr. Salenko responded. "But you'd be surprised at the number of people who have trouble viewing themselves from the outside, as it were, in order to see the patterns that they often follow. Therapy helps them to become more aware of their behavior, and to develop methods to break the cycles of habitual behavior, and to avoid situations that are likely to lead to repetitions of those cycles."
She paused, and refilled both their cups. "Now that I've explained this," she continued, "it may surprise you to learn that this methodology is in fact what I choose not to follow."
"Really?" Dan said. "Why is that?"
"Because it is based on avoidance. Yes, it is true that many people may benefit from such methods of avoiding certain situations and behavioral patterns, but improvement is usually short lived, and it doesn't provide the patient with the means to deal with novel, unexpected situations. In order to do that, the patient must learn to know and to face his inner compulsions and develop the strength to resist them. It is a question not of outer behavior, but rather of inner will. Do you see the difference?"
"I think so," said Dan. "You go after causes rather than effects."
"Precisely! It pleases me that you understand me so well." Dan smiled. "And you naturally will expect me to endeavor to make this process of self examination and strengthening of will easier for you."
"Naturally."
"Actually - no," she said.
"No?" Dan frowned. Dr. Salenko laughed, but not unkindly.
"I'm sorry, Daniel, that was a trick question. Imagine a weight lifter, if you will. Does he expect to improve by choosing the lightest weights to work out with? No, the object is to challenge himself with increasingly heavier ones. As with most difficult endeavors, the goal is to learn to deal with ever greater challenges." She paused and looked into his eyes. "You wish to free yourself of your sexual addiction to young girls; it is my job to make that very difficult for you. In order to help you learn to deal with temptation, I shall do what I can to make that temptation greater. If you can learn to deal with that here, then you will have an easier time dealing with whatever should confront you elsewhere."
Dan thought about this for a few moments. "Well," he said, clearing his throat, "that does seem reasonable, in a way. It's certainly not what I expected to hear, though!" He laughed, a little nervously. "But I'm game for whatever you think is best."
"Good!" Dr. Salenko said. "We should get started right away. But first, there is just one more thing I need you to do." She got up and went to her desk, and when she returned she handed him a small cotton pouch. He removed from it a dressing gown of dark blue velvet, and a pair of black cloth slippers. He looked up at her, puzzled. "I'd like you to go there" - she nodded towards a free-standing screen in the corner of the room that hadn't been there on his first visit, about six feet high and decorated with Chinese paintings - "and change all of your clothes for these."
Dan looked at the garment in his hands. "You want me to put this on? To change my clothes?"
"Yes," she said. "All of them, please. You will be much more comfortable. Think of it as ceremonial garb, like one might wear in a dojo. You'll wear it only here, and it will signify the importance of our work."
Dan looked doubtful. Then he shrugged. "Okay," he said with a sigh, "why not? Hope it fits." He walked to the screen and went behind it. A minute later he re-emerged and walked back to the couch, feeling self-conscious in the luxurious, wrap-around velvet robe. It did fit, held closed by a sash wrapped around his waist, although it seemed short to him, ending about two inches below his knees. Surprisingly, the slippers fit as well, and made no sound as he approached Dr. Salenko on the couch.
"Wonderful!" she said. "Very becoming! Is it comfortable?" He made a wry face and sat down next to her. He was feeling more relaxed, he realized. As he sat, she poured him more tea, and took the CD-ROM he had returned to her into the computer on the stand in front of them.
"So, Daniel, did you study these images as I asked you to?" He nodded. "And did you find something that particularly appealed to you?" He nodded again. She used the remote control to display a screen of thumbnail pictures of the girls represented in the photo sets on the disc. "And which one was it?" she asked. Dan pointed to the girl who had given him so much pleasure over the past week. "Oh, yes, little Karina," Dr. Salenko said, smiling. "She's quite a little vixen, isn't she?" She turned towards him, placing her left arm along the back of the couch behind his head. "Did you enjoy her?" she whispered into his ear. Dan nodded slowly. She clicked on the thumbnail to display the first of the pictures of the little curly-haired brunette in the transparent teddy. Dan drew in his breath involuntarily.
"Now, Daniel, I'd like to begin to monitor you." She put her right hand on his knee and looked into his eyes. "May I touch you, Daniel?" she asked softly. When he nodded his assent, she reached under the robe and gently took the shaft of his penis in her hand. She held it lightly as it began to throb in her grasp. "Now, we'll see," she said, using the remote to progress through the series of images. When a picture appeared in which the girl was licking her lips as she spread her legs for the camera, she felt Dan's penis twitch and expand in her hand. She paused the display.
"Oh my," she breathed into his ear. "She certainly is having an effect on you, isn't she? Could it be because she is teasing you deliberately, do you think? She knows what this is doing to you, and she seems to enjoy it. Is that what you're feeling, Daniel? Is she teasing you? How does it make you feel that she's deliberately tormenting you like this?" Daniel said nothing, but his penis twitched twice.
"You see, Daniel," she said, "the way images like these work on your subconscious is to cause you to associate exciting poses such as the one she's displaying to you now with sensations that you've come to crave." As she said this her hand moved almost imperceptibly, producing a wisp of pleasure in his gradually enlarging cock. She held it immobile, with a steady, gentle pressure.
"It's simple psychology, really," she went on, "an example of conditioning. Like Pavlov's dog, who learned to salivate at the mere sound of a dinner bell, men in your situation learn to associate seeing adorable little girls like her with erotic pleasure..." - her hand moved again, very slightly, but enough to elicit a small moan from him - "...and in like manner the reverse is true: when you give yourself pleasure you grow to crave watching little girls tease you while you masturbate." She sighed sympathetically while she continued to hold his now fully erect cock. "So you see what we're up against, Daniel. You want to be strong, you want to resist the compulsions that drive you, but it's so difficult, so hard to resist what these pictures do to you, isn't it Daniel?" Under the robe she gently fondled his frustrated penis. "Isn't this just so hard to resist?" He sighed, surrendering to the tantalizing pleasure of her hand. "Oh yes," she said, looking down at his lap, "we have our work cut out for us here, so much work to do."
This went on for the better part of an hour. Dr. Salenko had Dan watch several series of pictures, all the while keeping him just short of ejaculating with her skillful ministrations, whispering comments to him about the girls he was watching, about how they affected him, urging him always to resist giving in to his lust for them, but keeping that lust at a fever pitch. She encouraged him to describe to her how the girls were making him feel, how excited and frustrating it was being teased by them. "Be strong, Daniel, you're here to learn to be strong."
For his part, Dan drifted into what seemed like a dream, a confusing, endless dream of erotic bliss. He felt totally relaxed, the effect, he knew, of the marvelous tea Elena prepared for them. She had mentioned that it contained chamomile and some other herbs. She had not felt it necessary to tell him about the few drops of liquid aprazolam she put into his cup before pouring the tea. The benzodiazepines were a useful class of drugs that were very effective in allaying the kind of anxiety that Daniel was likely to experience during her form of therapy, as well as suppressing memories of what went on that might be disturbing to him. She had started by giving him 2 milligrams the previous week, and had doubled the dose today. It was working out very well, she thought. He had totally surrendered to the suggestions she had been giving him, and was obviously enjoying the sexual arousal she was encouraging - she had to admit that she was enjoying her part in this, as well. He was also whispering under his breath, probably unaware he was doing so. She just hoped that the dosage was appropriate; she didn't want him falling completely asleep, or being impaired for his drive home. And the fact that she hadn't told him about giving him the drug - well, that wasn't the only thing that was unorthodox about her.
Dan became aware that he was sitting on the couch while Dr. Salenko wheeled the computer stand back against the wall. He felt odd; he knew he hadn't fallen asleep, but his memories were confused, disconnected. He didn't know how much time had passed. Dr. Salenko smiled at him. "Well," she said, "that went very well. You can change back into your clothes now."
"Time to leave the dojo?" he said.
"Yes," she laughed. "Your uniform will be waiting for you next week."
When he returned from the Chinese screen, Dr. Salenko asked him to sit down for a moment before he left. He complied, and she sat in the chair opposite him.
"Now, Daniel," she said, "who is Lita?" He stared at her and said nothing for several seconds.
"Uh, Lita?" he said.
"Yes."
"Am I supposed to know someone named Lita?" he said, looking away. Her eyes became hard and she spoke coldly.
"Mr. Bach, we agreed when you first came to see me that our arrangement must be based on mutual trust. During our session today you spoke that name passionately several times, particularly when we were discussing the model who you indicated interested you most." She stood up and took several steps toward her desk, then turned to face him. "If you are finding it impossible to be forthright with me now, then I think there's no sense in continuing with our work together. It would be futile." She crossed her arms in front of her and regarded him, waiting.
Dan stared at her, crestfallen, not knowing what to do. He hadn't planned to discuss Lita, but now, with Elena - Dr. Salenko - so angry with him, and the prospect of ending these sessions that were ... somehow pleasant ... though he couldn't remember everything about them... well ... Finally he sighed and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands. "All right," he said, "all right." And he told her about Lita - all about Lita.
When he had finished, Dr. Salenko sat down on the couch next to him and looked at him curiously - not unkindly, just with new awareness and interest.
"All right, Daniel," she said. "It is good that you have told me this, very good."
"Will this change how you plan to conduct the therapy?" he asked.
"Yes, it will," she said. "But please do not worry, that is not a bad thing. It just means that I must take this new aspect of your life into consideration when deciding where we should go from here. Do not worry."
"You're not - shocked - by what I told you?"
She laughed. "Look, Daniel, I've told you that it is impossible to shock me. All you have told me is that you have been aroused by a very pretty girl. You've done nothing to harm her, have you?"
He stared at her. "No, of course not," he stammered, "I would never, no, I ... of course not!" He took a deep breath and looked enquiringly at her. "So, we'll continue, then?"
"Yes," she said, "we'll meet next week at the same time." They both stood and moved to the door.
"And should I ... I mean, do you want me to, you know ... an assignment?"
She looked down and tapped her lips in thought. "Well, yes," she said after a few moments, "carry on as you have been. But concentrate on little Lita this time. I think she will be very useful in teaching you about the inner compulsions that you must learn to control. Will you be seeing her during the coming week?"
"Yes, she spends each afternoon at my house after school."
"I see. Well, I'm beginning to understand why your feelings and impulses have become such a problem for you. Given how excited this little girl has been making you, I hesitate to tell you what I require of you next."
"Require of me?"
"Yes. We need to start working on developing your self control, Daniel. So, regardless of how aroused you may become over the next week, you must deny yourself relief. No orgasms this week, Daniel. None at all."
Dan frowned. "You mean I shouldn't, uh..."
"Oh, you can masturbate, Daniel, I want you to keep doing that, especially when thinking about little Lita. You simply are not permitted to go to completion. Learn to stop yourself. And the closer you are to climax when you stop, the better."
"Maybe it might be better if I just didn't do it at all."
"No, Daniel, that would be avoidance, and you learn nothing from that. Having this little girl in your house every day, being a temptation for you, is a wonderful opportunity for you to learn to resist the excitement she causes you. Concentrate on those feelings when you're having them, experience them fully, and learn to deny yourself relief. This will make you stronger, Daniel."
"Or kill me," he said softly.
She laughed. "Yes, I know it will be difficult; I want it to be. But I'm not cruel, Daniel. If I think your suffering is too intense when I see you next week - well, we can take care of that." She took his hand and smiled. "So, see you next week!"
* * * * *
Later that evening Elena sat in a large leather chair in her study, sipping cognac as she read over her notes from the session with Daniel Bach. Be careful, Elena, she told herself. There is much to consider, you have much to lose, don't be stupid. But, really, it is so delicious, he is so - vulnerable. His sexual frustration was like a drug to her, irresistible.
She placed the snifter and notebook on a small table next to the chair and sat looking into the shadows of the quiet room. She reached up and passed her hands over her ample bust, then slowly moved them down the sides of her legs to the hem of the short, red skirt she was wearing. Lifting herself slightly, she pulled the skirt up to her hips, exposing the tops of her stockings and their supporting garter belt. Her legs parted and she slipped a hand inside lacy, diaphanous nylon panties. Oh, Daniel, she murmured as pleasure began to overtake her, poor Daniel - what are we going to do with you?
* * * * *
Dan was troubled. He really hadn't wanted to say anything about Lita, but yet he had, somehow. Did he really? Why couldn't he remember? But he must have, since Elena couldn't have known about Lita otherwise. And now he'd told her everything, about peeking up the little girl's skirt and down her blouse, about stroking himself while they watched movies, everything. Damn, what must she think of him now? He felt lousy about it himself, such an old perv he was, masturbating to a little girl. She said she doesn't judge him, but how can she not, what kind of man does that? My God, he had his hard cock out and in his hand in the same room with her, stroking it right next to his own granddaughter! They hadn't seen anything, but what if Diana had walked in on them, what would have happened then? That didn't bear thinking about.
And now Elena says she wants him to keep on doing it! She wants him to masturbate while Lita drives him crazy, and then this new kink, not letting himself come - doesn't she realize what that will do to him? Well, yes, she does, she as much as told him so, says she wants it to be very, very tempting for him. It will make him strong, she says. Easy for her to say - she doesn't have to deal with a stiff, throbbing cock begging to come!
Well, he wasn't going to do it, no matter what she says. He'll go with his own gut instincts, which is to avoid trouble at the outset. He'll take care of the girls, but stay up in his office while they're downstairs, no more sitting with them drooling over Lita's underwear. Oh, he'll obey the thing about no orgasms, but that will because he'll keep his hands off himself - no jerking off for you this week, my boy! No internet, no Lita, nothing. He'll take responsibility for controlling himself, and then talk it over with Elena at the end of the week - explain to her that she really should rethink the course of action she's taking with his therapy. If not, well, then perhaps it would be better if they discontinued it. He felt better. It was a plan.
He kept busy through the weekend, putting in several hours of writing, taking long walks in the fine weather. Then, when the girls arrived Monday afternoon, he greeted them warmly and sat with them for a few minutes in the kitchen, but soon excused himself to return to his work. There! he said to himself. That wasn't so hard. He sat down at his computer and prepared to start a new chapter. He paused and looked into space; damn! he thought. Why the hell does Carmen have to dress Lita like that? Doesn't she know how clearly you can see her little tits through that tight t-shirt? The shape of her puffy little nipples? Doesn't she know the effect that has on me?
Ha! Of course she doesn't know, you jerk. As far as she's concerned you're just a sweet old guy who plays babysitter out of the goodness of his heart. Well, act like it, then, dammit! Get back to work.
And he did. For the remainder of the week, in fact, he was able to keep to his schedule, working while the girls played downstairs or out in the yard. He didn't even try to spy when he knew they were sunbathing out on the deck.
The nights were another matter, however. Then, alone in the dark, he was tormented by images of Lita as she arrived with Josie, the short skirts that flipped up when she ran, the frilly low-cut blouses promising glimpses of her tender young breasts. He thought, too, of the tantalizing little girls on Elena's CD, still in his briefcase. He lay in bed, fighting to keep his hands away from his erection, fighting against the urge to jump up and get the CD, to drive himself mad with the tease and masturbate far into the night. But he didn't do that, he resisted, and each night finally fell asleep without giving into temptation. He didn't sleep well during the week, and each morning awoke with an erection that he struggled to ignore.
Friday arrived, finally, and at six o'clock he stood at his front door as Diana and the girls prepared to leave. Josie, as was her habit, hugged him goodbye. "Bye, Grandpa!" she said. Lita decided she didn't want to be left out. She, too, had gotten into the habit of calling him Grandpa, no longer with self-conscious giggles as at first, and before following Josie outside ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Bye, Grandpa!" she said. He was caught by surprise, and as he looked down into her grinning up-turned face was intensely aware of the warmth of her body pressing against his. He smiled back at her, and embraced her, pulling her closer against him, against his loins, her small, soft breasts against him provoking an instant thrill of arousal. And then they were gone and he stood alone in the house, looking down at himself. He hastily undid his trousers and dropped them, pushed down his underwear and stared at his erection. It was raging and aggressive, standing stiffly vertical in a backward curving arc. Its head was turgid and shining, the urethra open, his entire penis beseeching, reproachful in neglect.
"My God," he whispered. He managed to pull himself together, and went upstairs to change his clothes. Dr. Salenko would be expecting him at seven.
* * * * *
(A single fingertip traces the ridge along the underside of his rigid penis. It moves very slowly, following a path up from the base to tip, and then back down again. Its touch is light, barely making contact, tantalizing, subtle. Images pass on the screen: firm, smooth bodies, young girls, oh so young, smiles, winks, parted legs, deliberate tease. A voice from somewhere...)
"Oh, I understand, Daniel, really I do. You have tried so hard. And I can understand why you may not want to continue our work together."
(A girl is posing for him, just for him, on her stomach, looking back at him, lips pouting, her smooth legs apart ... her panties are tight, so tight!)
"I suppose you might be able to succeed on your own, Daniel. You would have to learn to do without girls like the one you are watching right now, do without the excitement she gives you, do without..."
(The finger withdraws, nothing is touching his penis, it throbs and twitches, abandoned...)
"But Daniel, surely you realize how powerful the effects of what you have come to crave are, how much you have come to need to watch naughty little girls teasing you while you masturbate. They know you, Daniel, they have been taught how to seduce you, how to make you need what they do to you. You love what they do to you, don't you Daniel?"
(A new girl appears on the screen now, one he had not seen before. She is about fourteen years old, sitting on a bed in a shabby room, probably in the upper storey of an old house, since a sloping ceiling is right above her head. Both the walls and the ceiling are covered in wallpaper, faded orange and white in an elaborate pattern that has been out of fashion for a century but is still to be found in parts of Eastern Europe. The head of the bed is near the room's single window, with cheap yellow drapes drawn partially open and a filigreed white lace curtain hanging between them, letting in the late afternoon light. A quilted duvet with a light background and a pattern of stylized flowers and abstract shapes of dark red and green covers the bed, drawn up to three pillows covered in clean white pillowcases. But while the overall effect of the room is shabbiness, the girl on the bed looks glowing and healthy. Her complexion is clear and unblemished, tanned from much time spent outdoors. Her brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail held in place by silver elastic hair ties, and she wears small earrings in her pierced ears. She is dressed in a cream-colored sleeveless shirt with a lobed flower pattern in the center of her chest, and a short skirt of blue crepe with many tiny, tie-dyed decorative holes and a white lace hem. What is most striking about the girl's costume is that she wears black mesh stockings whose tops are visible, held by garters that extend up under her skirt, and her feet are encased in silver-spangled high heels of clear plastic. Even dressed as she is the girl could have projected an air of sweet innocence, just a little girl playing dress-up, were it not for the way she regards the viewer. Her head is tilted as she gazes coyly at the camera, her brown eyes casting a seductive, sidewise glance at the men she knows are looking at her hungrily. Her bare arms are tanned and slender, and her right elbow rests on her knee as she reaches up to hold a single finger against her teeth between lips parted in a wicked, knowing smile. Her left hand, wrist with a single silver bracelet, extends down to clasp the top of her ankle, her fingers touching a silver shoe. Her legs, encased in the black mesh stockings, are held apart, her knees spread wide, the skirt raised enough to display the bare flesh of her inner thighs from the tops of the stockings inward to the crotch of lacy lavender panties transparent enough to give a tantalizing hint of what lays within. She knows what she's doing to the men who watch her; she knows they are suffering; she wants them to.)
"I know you're trying to be strong, Daniel, but really, you cannot hope to succeed if you don't face your weakness, your addiction. Just look at how this girl is affecting you right now..."
(The finger returns, brushes the underside of the head ...)
"Oh my, and after your week of deprivation, a week without the temptation of little girls, without..."
(Fingertips flutter up and down the shaft, linger at the head, play, tease, worry it...)
"...oh, what a frustrating week it must have been for you, Daniel, denying yourself what you crave so desperately! You see, don't you, that you must surrender to those cravings if you are to learn how to deal with them? When you see this..."
(A new picture: a girl of eleven, smiling wickedly, sitting against a wall with her knees drawn up, spread wide, transparent panties...)
"...in your subconscious it is deeply connected with this..."
(A gentle hand wrapping his penis, stroking slowly, once, twice, a soft squeeze, then gone.)
Dan moaned in semi-conscious frustration. He was in Dr. Salenko's office, wasn't he? Yes, of course, his appointment, they had spoken. He still had an erection when he arrived, she had noticed, asked him about it. Was that today, yesterday? Today, of course, now, but ... all so strange. The robe, the tea, the pictures again, little girls, exciting him, driving him wild. And the voice - whose? Elena's of course - where was she? Why couldn't he ... oh my God, what was she doing to him, that soft hand, teasing, caressing, he couldn't think, it was so good, so good, he needed, he needed...
(Another picture, pictures, a blond girl, so pretty, so enticing, smiling at him, undressing for him, slowly, teasing him along, making him wait, tormenting him with her young, firm body, making him want it, want her. If only I could feel her, touch her, have her, and ... oh that white teddy, I love that so much, my God it's so transparent, can I see her ... her cunt! I never use that word, but I can, I can almost see her smooth little cunt, so pink, almost, almost...)
"You still need this, don't you, Daniel? Yes, of course you do, and we need to show you just how much you need to be excited like this. We need to let these girls penetrate deep into your subconscious mind, so we can teach you the power they have to tempt you. Do you like this little girl, Daniel? Are you fantasizing about her? Just imagine if you could be with her, Daniel, if she were here teasing and touching you, if this were her hand..."
(God yes, what a fantasy! Imagine being there with her, or her stepping out of the screen, imagine her here with me, mmmm yes I can imagine her here next to me, leaning against me, she's warm, her breath caresses my ear, she whispers to me, and her hand - oh my God her hand, imagine that's her hand, fondling, stroking, the pleasure, so good so good! I see her tits through the teddy, her little pink nipples, and she's stroking me, stroking my cock, teasing it, playing with it, I'm getting so close, she won't stop, her hand, stroking, twisting, squeezing, oh my God, what is she doing, doesn't she know that I, I can't, you'd best stop, Elena, stop - no don't stop! Yes yes yes, I'm, I'm, oh God oh God...)
* * * * *
Dr. Salenko sat with Dan, regarding him quietly. He stared at her, blinking. He remembered, vaguely, going to the Chinese screen and getting dressed, returning to the couch where he now sat, confused, uncertain. He looked down at himself.
"I feel - I mean, did I - you know, did I have, have a...?"
"Yes, Daniel." She smiled and patted his knee. "You were in such a state when you arrived today that when we began our therapy - well, the little girls were just too much for you! I decided that it would be best to allow you some relief, at least just this once." She winked at him. "You see, the tissues are not just for tears!" He blushed, and she laughed quietly. "So, how do you feel?"
"Strange," he said. "But very relaxed, really. A lot better than I did when I got here. I feel - I feel good."
"I'm happy to hear that," she said. "But now we have to decide whether we are to continue with our work together. You indicated earlier this evening that you have doubts about wanting to go on. So, what do you think, Daniel? Shall we go on, or was this our last session"? Her hand was still on his knee.
He swallowed and cleared his throat. "No," he said, "I ... I want to come back."
"Good," she said, "I'm glad. "But I hope you will heed my advice during the coming week and not try to go -~cold turkey', as they say. You are not ready for that yet, Daniel. Open yourself to the excitements little Lita causes you, allow yourself to become aroused by her. Then next week we shall see what we can learn from the feelings she provokes in you." Her hand stroked his knee gently. "But remember, you are to exercise control. No matter how excited you become at home there must be no release for you. When you come to see me at the end of the week - well, then we'll see." She looked into his eyes. "Understand?" He nodded. "Good!" she said. Now, if you'll wait just a moment longer, I have something for you.
"For me?"
"Yes, I'll be right back." She went into the room off her office where she normally went to fetch their tea. She was back in less than a minute, carrying a small, clear plastic prescription vial, which she handed to him.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Ten tablets of tadalafil, usually sold under the name Cialis. Based on the medical history you provided me with it will be perfectly fine for you to take it. It's similar to other medications you may have heard of, such as Viagra."
"Viagra!" he said. "But why would I need that? I mean, I don't seem to have trouble, you know..."
"No, your physiological reactions are quite normal, Daniel. Exceptional, in fact, for someone your age. No, I'm not having you take this medication to help you get an erection. In fact, none of the oral erectile dysfunction medications can actually produce erections, regardless of public misperceptions. And, as I said, you have absolutely no problem in that regard."
"Then, why would I need to take this?"
"What these medications do, Daniel, is to help erections maintain their firmness, and to prolong them. Put simply, they keep you hard longer. Cialis is particularly effective in this regard, much more so than Viagra." She looked at him with just a hint of a smile. "Do you see why this might be useful in our course of therapy? Yes? No?" When he didn't reply she went on. "Come now, Daniel, I'm sure you understand. We're at the point in our work where we need to challenge you with temptations so that you can learn to overcome them. The medication will make those challenges even more difficult for you than they already are. When the particular temptations that so excite you are near, you will be more vulnerable to them for a longer period of time. You will become more aroused, and although your masturbation will last longer and be more intense and pleasurable, it will also be much harder for you to stop before you reach orgasm. And that's our rule, Daniel, remember: as much sexual stimulation as possible, but no relief until we have a chance to discuss your emotional state."
Dan was silent as he took this in. He felt some misgivings, but this was overpowered by an erotic thrill at the thought of what it will be like to be around Lita with a constant hard-on. All the previous week's resolutions of chastity and avoidance vanished like a gnat in a tornado.
"So," he said, a little hoarsely, "do I take it once a day, in the morning, say?"
"No," she said. "Take one about an hour before the girls arrive. That will give it enough time to have its effect on you, and put you in the proper state for the rest of the day's activities."
He stood. "Well," he said, "au revoir until next week."
* * * * *
On his way home Dan thought about the vial of pills he carried in his pocket. He was intensely curious about what effect the Cialis would have on his penis, which started getting hard the instant Lita came into the house as it was. I wonder if it will show? Will the girls notice? That thought suggested other possibilities.
Later that night as he undressed for bed, he found himself becoming excited again, thinking about what Lita might be wearing when she arrived on Monday. Perhaps there were some activities he could plan with the girls that would give him an opportunity to see more of her; he smiled at his double-entendre.
When he had removed his clothing and stood naked in his bedroom, he paused, frowning. He looked down at himself, puzzled - he smelled of lilacs.
* * * * *
Dan's resolve of the previous week fell apart. Or, rather, it changed radically. He was still resolved, but instead of vowing to stay away from everything that might arouse him, he set about laying deliberate plans to seek sexual excitement. He wasn't sure what had happened during his session on Friday, but one thing was certain - it had awakened desperate needs he didn't know were in him, and now he wanted to indulge his lust and his obsession with Lita, wanted to drive himself mad with her sweet, young body. He would obey Elena, to the letter. If she wanted him to face his addiction by subjecting himself to sexual frustration and constant arousal, then he would do it. He smiled grimly. I wonder if she realizes that the worrying, sweet-and-sour ache of frustrating sexual tease may itself turn out to be the most exciting thing of all, the thing that I actually crave when I'm getting hard staring at little girls! She probably does. She probably knows my kinks and my cock a lot better than I do myself. She's gotten inside my head, and she's working me, manipulating me. And I don't care; or I do care, but I want her to keep doing it. It's my therapy, after all. She's the doctor. And if what she's having me do is turning me into a sex-crazed pedophile, then so be it! I'm looking forward to driving my cock crazy this week, being cruel to it, making it need what it can't have, and then, at the end of the week, when I have another session, when Elena sees the state I'm in, how desperate my cock is - "well, then we'll see!" Isn't that what she said? If I can have another session like the last one, it will be worth going through anything. And all I have to do is to keep myself hot and bothered over Lita, all week long.
In his kitchen on Saturday morning he sat contemplating the vial of Cialis Dr. Salenko had given him. Should I try it now? He thought about this as he sipped his coffee. He was intensely curious about the effect it might have on him, if in fact it would have any at all. He toyed with the idea of turning on his computer and having a trial "recreational" dry-run, but then decided not to. He'd do as Dr. Salenko had asked, and take one before the girls arrived. Besides, he only had ten of them, and he didn't want to run out during the week if it turned out that for some reason he wanted to take more than one. So he put the vial aside and sat thinking as he sipped his coffee. Then, after he'd cleaned up and showered, he went shopping.
The weather report for the coming week was predicting a hot beginning to the week, with sunny skies. So, as he entered the big-box store he went directly to the lawn and garden center where he picked out a heavy-duty rotating sprinkler, one of the impulse type that shot strong bursts of water as it progressed around in jumps, and then skittered back to its starting place in a continuous, sputtering circle, spraying water as it went. Then it started the cycle over again. Just the thing, he thought; just the kind of thing little girls in bathing suits would love to run through on a hot day. He smiled thinking of it.
Taking the sprinkler, he wandered over to the store's toy section. He didn't have anything in particular in mind, but thought he'd just have a look to see if anything struck his fancy or looked like fun. When he turned to walk into the maze of brightly colored plastic, he stopped short and stared. He grinned. Yes! Just the thing, oh, they're going to love this! As he started toward the check-out aisles he had a thought, and took a detour to the photography department. The little cameras that didn't use any film and took pictures you could see on a computer were new to him. A pleasant lady behind the counter showed him several models and explained how to use them, and he ended up buying one that she said could hold over a hundred color pictures. Amazing! He paid for his purchases and hurried home to get ready for Monday.
* * * * *
"Hi, Grandpa!"
"Hi, Grandpa!"
The girls flounced in, dumping their backpacks in the kitchen. "It's hot out there!" Josie said. Both girls were dressed appropriately in shorts and t-shirts, and both wore sandals. "I don't want to do anything but stand in front of the fan!"
"Well," said Dan nonchalantly, "before you do that you might want to take a look out back." The girls looked at each other and then made a beeline for the back door then out onto the deck. Their reaction was instantaneous.
"A slip and slide!" they squealed together, "a slip and slide!" And so it was - a sixteen foot long assemblage of multicolored, heavy duty plastic sheeting, consisting of two parallel channels running in straight lines along the ground, with dozens of tiny fountains arcing sparkling parabolas of water down onto both tracks and into a small pool at the far end. The idea was that a child would run to the end of the slide and then dive forward to slide along the length of a channel to the pool at the other end. Dan had taken advantage in a downward slope in the back yard to position the slide so that the girls would be racing slightly downhill as they careened along the slippery tracks.
He had waited in the kitchen as the girls made their discovery. Seconds later they were back, excited and thrilled. "Can we use it now, Grandpa, please, please can we?"
"Of course, that's why it's there, you silly!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" They were gone in an instant, before he had a chance to ask whether or not they had bathing suits with them. That turned out to be a non-issue. As he sauntered out onto the deck he saw that the girls had taken matters into their own hands. Both had stripped off their shorts and sandals, and were now running across the lawn in their panties. Josie had doffed her t-shirt as well, but Lita still wore hers, conscious at some level of the difference between Josie's flat chest and her more developed bust. They positioned themselves a dozen yards from the entrance to the slide, grinned at each other, and with a ready-set-go! hurled themselves forward and dove.
Dan watched them for a few minutes, congratulating himself for his idea. The two little sprites were having a ball, and from the first instant they hit the channels and the fountains of water they were drenched, their bodies flexing and glistening in the sunlight, thin cotton underwear clinging to little round bottoms. Lita's t-shirt was so thoroughly wet through that she might as well have been wearing nothing at all; each time she jumped up at the end of the slide to race back to do it again her little breasts with their rose-pink nipples jiggled and bounced as she ran.
Dan hurried inside to fetch his new camera, and when he returned moved a chair to the edge of the deck and began to take pictures of the little girls as they played. He was glad he had decided to pay a bit extra for a camera that had a zoom feature - he was able to get some nicely revealing pictures of Lita as she stood ready to make another run at the slide. He licked his lips when he saw just how clearly her enticing little breasts and the cleft between her legs were visible through her wet t-shirt and panties. This was working out so well; he had assumed he would be getting some exciting views of the girls in their tiny bathing suits, but this - oh my, this was so much better!
His hand passed slowly over the erection that was swelling under his nylon running shorts as he sat observing the girls. Following Dr. Salenko's instructions had he taken one Cialis pill exactly an hour before the girls arrived. As usual his penis had begun to stir as soon as he had seen Lita again, and was soon erect. But because of the drug it had not flagged, and was remaining stiff and almost embarrassingly erect for the entire afternoon. And she was right, it was keeping him aroused continuously, increasing his need to see more of Lita. He wanted desperately to masturbate as he watched her, but he held himself in check. He could do that later, but only to tease himself, as per Elena's orders. For now he would content himself with drooling over the sight of her heartbreaking body, those delicious little tits!
After a while he decided to go down onto the lawn where he could get some close-ups. The bulge between his legs was very obvious by now, but he was sure the girls would be too wrapped up in their play to notice. So, as they giggled and wriggled like slippery little eels down the slick channels, Dan leaned over the arcing fountains and snapped picture after picture of firm little bottoms as they zipped by, looking naked encased in drenched, transparent cotton. And the pictures of Lita, taken from a low crouch looking up at her from below as she stood poised to flee - these, he knew, would keep him on the edge of climax far into the night.
After an hour Dan reluctantly decided it was time to get the girls inside to get ready for their mothers' arrival. "Okay, ladies, we need to wrap this up now."
"Awww!"
"Come along now, the slide will be here waiting for you tomorrow."
"One more!"
"Okay, but that's it." He watched as the adorable little bodies went slipping across the lawn one last time. He'd been giving some thought to how to handle the rest of the afternoon, so he caught them before they could run by him into the house.
"Look at you two! You look like kittens that have been dragged up and down the riverbank!" They giggled, looking down at themselves. Even though for the most part they had just been sliding in water, they had overshot the end of the channels enough times to get grass and mud stains on their arms and legs and on their underwear. "Tell you what, why don't you two head straight upstairs to the bathroom and get out of your wet things. I'll rinse them out and pop them in the dryer while you guys jump in the tub and get cleaned up."
"Okay!" The girls dutifully marched to the stairs and went up. Dan followed them, and went to the linen closet to get towels, then waited outside the bathroom door while they undressed. After a minute Josie opened the door a crack and passed their wet things out to him, two pairs of panties and Lita's t-shirt.
"Fine, it should take only fifteen or twenty minutes to get these dry. And here, take these towels. You can wrap yourselves in them until your things are dry." He handed two towels to Josie and started to return downstairs, but then turned back to the door. "You need any help getting the tub ready?" he asked.
"Uh-uh, I know how to do it," Josie said. He thought she did, but figured it didn't hurt to try - it would have been nice to be in there with two naked little girls, but oh well! He went downstairs and went to the laundry room to deal with the wet things, then went into the den to wait. To pass the time he turned on the television and sat down on the couch next to his usual easy chair. He didn't watch much television, but decided he could tolerate CNN for a while. After about fifteen minutes he returned to the laundry room. Lita's t-shirt wasn't quite dry, so he reset the dryer and returned to the den.
Five minutes later he heard the girls coming down the stairs. Hearing the television they headed for the den to see what was going on. They were wrapped in the towels he had given them, and a glance told him he had made a good choice. When he looked into the linen closet he saw that he had some very large beach towels, but instead of them had selected two smaller ones. It should be interesting to see them in these, he had thought to himself. And since he was in possession of the shorts they had doffed there was no chance that they would simply put them on without their underwear - they'd have no choice but to use the towels. He felt very devious. And now, as the two little sprites ran into the den, he congratulated himself for his foresight. Josie's towel covered her completely, from her armpits down almost to her knees. Lita's, on the other hand, was so small on her that it just barely reached the tops of her thighs. Both girls had wrapped their wet hair in two smaller towels they had found in the bathroom, and were giggling as they paraded around in front of him trying to balance the terrycloth on their heads. Josie's eyes were rolled upward as she concentrated on her burden, her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth, her arms extended like a tightrope walker. Lita was reaching up to adjust the towel on her head and to prevent it from falling. She had turned away from him, and as she raised her arms the bottoms of her adorable little buttocks peeked out from below the towel. She turned toward him, but lowered her arms as she did so, cheating him of a view of what might have peeked out in front. Just a couple of millimeters of towel blocked a view of her sweet, young pussy. What he wouldn't have given to have them playing Candyland now, with Lita sitting lotus-like on the floor, her legs spread wide, wide! His cock, kept hard and excited by the Cialis, twitched in his lap at the thought. He longed to touch it, to caress it, but wouldn't risk the girls seeing him do it.
Still teetering in their head-towel balancing act, the girls moved to the couch and stood before him. "Our stuff done?" Josie asked.
"Not quite," Dan said. "Should only be a couple minutes more."
"Oh. Okay. Can we watch TV with you?"
"Sure, have a seat." The girls flounced down on the couch on either side of him, their bodies, still warm from the bath, pressed against him. Lita's towel extended just to her lap; looking down, he tried for a possible peek between her legs, but was disappointed; maybe if she were standing and he was positioned a bit lower - but no; he'd just have to use his imagination.
"What else is on? Can we change it?" Josie asked. Without waiting for an answer she grabbed the remote and began cycling through the channels. She stopped when she reached a show about cats, with kittens batting at a ball of yarn. "Aww, cute" she cooed.
"So cuddly!" Lita said. She pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them as she wrapped her arms around her shins. Dan's eyes ran up and down the side of her smooth leg, naked and exposed all the way down to the couch seat. He bit his lip and groaned inwardly, imagining the view he could have if he were not on the couch but in front of it, on his knees. He put his hands in his lap and gave his suffering penis a secret stroke with his thumb. Tonight, he thought quietly, as if addressing his cock, tonight you're going to go crazy. He knew that thoughts of Lita would drive him mad in bed tonight.
"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "I'm sure your things are dry now. I'll go get them." He got up from the couch but not quickly enough to get in front of Lita before she lowered her legs. Somewhat unsteadily he made his way to the laundry room and opened the dryer. The underwear and t-shirt were completely dry, so he took them out and put them on the edge of the sink. He picked up Lita's soft panties and looked at them, daydreaming about what was tucked into them just a few minutes ago. On a sudden impulse he lowered his shorts and underwear, and wrapped the warm, soft panties around his erect penis. He began to stroke himself with the little girl's underwear, moaning softly, his eyes closed in voluptuous pleasure. "Oh my God, be careful, don't want to ... oh, so good, so good..." He was able to stop himself just as he was ready to ejaculate, right on the edge of orgasm. The thought flashed through his mind that this just what Elena had encouraged him to do, "the closer to climax when you stop the better," she had said. He felt immensely frustrated, but also oddly proud.
On his way back to the den he picked up the girls' shorts. "You'd better get dressed now," he said when he handed their clothes to them. "Your moms will be here soon to pick you up."
"Okay!" the girls said in unison, and ran out of the den. To his surprise they didn't go upstairs to get dressed, but did it instead just outside the den at the foot of the stairs, tossing the towels aside. "Mmmmm, warm!" he heard Lita say. He closed his eyes, remembering - he knew the feeling.
That night he downloaded the pictures he had taken and took the computer to bed with him. He lay propped up on pillows, a neat scotch on the nightstand, the laptop positioned between his spread legs running a repeating slideshow. His penis was still under the spell of Cialis, erect and luxuriating to slow strokes of pleasure as he watched changing images of wet little girls passing by just behind the upright cock in his hand. He brought himself to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, each time stopping at the last moment and letting his frustrated erection suffer alone until it started to go down. Then he'd begin again, teasing and worrying it as he stared at the screen, whispering to Lita, moaning with desire. He finally closed the computer and put it aside. Lying on his back in the dark he was intensely aware of his penis where it lay extended along his stomach, still hard, teased almost beyond endurance. Every thought of Lita in her wet panties, or the tantalizing towel that just barely covered her, made it twitch and throb, but he forced himself to keep his hands away. Finally, he slept.
* * * * *
The pink soles of Lita's feet were pointed toward him, and after counting each of her adorable toes his eyes traveled up her bare legs to her firm bottom, much of it deliciously exposed by the high cut of her tight, green shorts.
"Dad?"
Dan started, and forced his gaze up from the little girl who was on her stomach at his feet, coloring a picture. "Hm? What did you say, Sweetie? I guess my mind was wandering a bit - happens with age, you know."
"I was saying that you really made a hit yesterday!" Diana said. She and Carmen were sitting on the couch in the den, chatting with him as he sat in the recliner with a newspaper in his lap.
"Si, Lita, she was so happy, she can't stop talking about how much fun she have here."
Dan smiled. "Well," he said, "she's a lovely child, so easy to please. It's a pleasure looking after her, really. And she's such good company for Josie." He was glad he had the newspaper handy when he sat down, since his enhanced hard-on was as prominent today as it had been the day before. Once again he had avidly watched while the girls cavorted on the slip-and-slide, taking more candid pictures. Today, however, the girls' mothers had given them bathing suits to carry in their schoolbags, after hearing about their new favorite activity at Grandpa's house. He had been disappointed at first not to see them prancing around in their panties as before, but since Lita's skimpy bikini was almost as revealing as her panties and t-shirt had been, he soon found plenty of opportunities for more shots to be enjoyed later. What was so exciting about her bathing suit, he decided, was that it obviously had been designed to show off a little girl's body very revealingly, deliberately sexy. Once again Carmen had dressed her daughter in a way sure to turn heads and provoke desire in men like him. He realized that the clothing choices Carmen made for Lita were almost certainly subconscious, although she was probably also projecting her own tastes onto her daughter, since she dressed very suggestively as well. Dan was feeling his erection stir anew as he sat in his chair trying not to stare down the plunging neckline of Carmen's blouse into the cleavage between her large breasts. She had an instinct for keeping men aroused, and possibly at some unconscious level enjoyed having her daughter excite them as well. If she knew the effect it was having on Dan she didn't show it, although he had caught what might have been a small smile when he had to force his attention from her daughter's pretty derrière back to their conversation.
"That slide thing was a stroke of genius, Dad. And it makes me feel, well, less guilty about burdening you with them. You really seem to have taken to them, and they've been so happy about coming here, haven't they, Carmen?"
"Oh, yes, and Lita tell me sometimes she sorry she have to come home, and she feel like you're her real grandfather." Dan smiled and blushed a little, but said nothing. After a moment, Diana looked at Carmen and continued.
"So, Dad, since things seem to be going so well, we have a huge favor to ask you - another one, I guess you'd have to say." She paused.
"I'm listening."
"Well," Diana said, "Nate is going to be traveling this weekend since he has a series of meetings next week, and as it turns out this weekend is when a ladies-only exercise convention and spa is happening at a resort up north. It's something Carmen and I have been planning on doing for a while, but that was before Nate found out about his meetings. So ... if you could see your way clear to having the girls stay with you for the weekend, then we wouldn't have to cancel our reservations at the resort and re-schedule." She looked expectantly at him. "Think you'd be able to do that?"
"So the girls would sleep here over the weekend?"
"Just Saturday - Carmen and I will be getting home late Sunday afternoon, so we can be around to get the girls ready for school on Monday. You've got those two beds in your guest room, and we'll make sure they're made up before we leave on Saturday morning. We can drop the kids off on our way out."
Dan looked down at Lita; her legs had opened wider as she lay on her stomach coloring her picture. I wonder what she wears to bed, he thought to himself. A nightgown? Just her little panties?
"Sure," he said. "That would be no trouble at all."
* * * * *
Dan called Dr. Salenko as soon as the girls and their mothers left, to explain the weekend plans. It wouldn't upset his schedule with her, but he felt it was something that he should discuss with her. Somehow he felt it was something she would want to know about; perhaps she would have some advice.
"So, you will be keeping your Friday appointment with me as usual?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, there's no reason to change that, I shouldn't think," he said. "It's just that, well, since it's an unusual change for me, spending the weekend like this, I mean, I thought it might be a good idea if I told you about it, just in case you wanted to say something about ... oh, hell, I probably shouldn't have called you and wasted your time, it's really no big deal I guess."
"Oh, no, Daniel, I'm very glad you did call me. It is unusual for you, as you say, and I should like to give it some thought before you arrive Friday. This week is going well for you?"
"Yes, it's been very nice, very ... exciting."
"And you have been exercising control?"
"Oh, yes, I have - I promise!"
She gave a low chuckle. "Well, I shall look forward to hearing the details, Daniel, on Friday. See you then."
"Yes, till Friday," he said, and hung up.
* * * * *
For the next three days Dan divided his time between nursing his constant erection while he watched the girls in the afternoon, and organizing the pictures he had been taking of them. He was rapidly becoming more proficient in dealing with his computer and its accessories. To begin with, he realized that although his computer was his private property there was always the possibility that someone might happen upon it one day, one of the girls, maybe, or Diana, and he didn't want to take the chance that they might see what he had been doing with it. Nate had mentioned something one day about "flash drives." He had researched it and ended up purchasing a little object that looked something like a disposable cigarette lighter, but was actually a storage device that could hold hundreds of millions of bytes. What was more - and this is what had sold him on the purchase -it was protected with a password: no one but he could see what was on it if for some reason he lost it. It plugged into the side of his computer, and that was where he now was storing all the digital pictures he had taken of the girls as they ran around in their tiny bathing suits or their wet, clinging underwear. Each day when they stepped off the school bus he greeted them already aroused from an hour of pleasure with their pictures, and rigid with Cialis.
When Friday arrived he was almost glad when Diana and Carmen arrived to fetch the girls. The week had been a period of unrelenting sexual tease without release, and he was desperate for whatever treatment Elena might have in store for him. He had followed her instructions religiously, drooling over the girls' young bodies and fondling himself constantly to the edge of orgasm but no further. He had been diligent; he had been good; he deserved a reward. After Diana had reminded him about bringing the girls over in the morning, after the girls had unwittingly pressed into and excited his penis with their goodbye hugs, he had a quick supper, took a second shower to dispel the heat and sweat of the day, and set out to keep his appointment.
* * * * *
Dr. Salenko approached Dan as he sat on the couch in her office, and handed him a glass of water and a small paper cup. Looking into the cup he saw that it contained one of the now familiar orange Cialis tablets. He looked up at her questioningly.
"Yes, Daniel, please take this before we start today. I realized you've already taken one earlier today, but another won't hurt you. I just want to make sure you're up for our session today." She smiled at her little pun. Dan acknowledged her joke with a smile of his own, and took the pill as directed. Dr. Salenko took her seat near the couch, and as she did so there was a knock on the door to the adjoining room. After she called out a "come in" the door opened, and her niece Nadya entered, pushing a rolling service cart containing a teapot, cups and saucers, with the usual accompaniments of milk, sugar and lemon.
Dan looked at the girl in surprise. She was dressed today in a rather short blue skirt of cotton crepe with white lacy trim around the hem, and a white sleeveless shirt with spaghetti straps. This time her midriff was covered by her shirt, but the shape of her breasts and the small mounds of her nipples were clearly delineated through the thin fabric. Dan tried not to stare.
"Why, hello, Nadya," he said. "It's nice to see you again."
The girl looked up shyly as she poured tea into the two cups. "Privet," she said. "Oh! I mean, hi."
"Yes, Nadya is helping me out a bit today," Dr. Salenko explained. "It will save us some time. She's quite an efficient assistant." After pouring the tea, the girl turned and slowly walked back toward the door. Dan watched her as she walked slowly away from him, at her hips and pert rear as they moved gracefully under the skirt, his eyes taking in the expanse of her smooth calves and thighs, which the short skirt exposed almost to her underwear.
"Poka," Dan called as she reached the door. She stopped and looked back at him in surprise.
"Poka," she answered, grinning, but not without a nervous glance at her aunt. Then she waved her fingertips at Dan and went through the door, closing it behind her. Dr. Salenko watched this exchange with a small smile.
"All right, Daniel, shall we begin?" She motioned to the Chinese screen. Dan went to it and changed into his "dojo" robe, then returned to the couch. They sipped their tea for a few minutes.
"So, Daniel, tell me about your week." And he did, starting with his purchase of the Slip-N-Slide, the fun the girls had with it, the fun he had watching them. She stopped him occasionally, asking him to describe the girls in detail, how they were dressed, how it made him feel. "Did this arouse you, Daniel? Did it make you very excited?" When he said that it did - very much - she wanted to know whether he was tempted to masturbate, then or later. He said that yes, he did, but assured her that he had followed her instructions to the letter -no orgasm, even when he was teasing himself with their pictures later in bed. This caught her attention.
"Pictures?" she said.
"Yes, I bought a little camera, and I, well, I took pictures of them while they were playing on the slide."
"Ah, I see," she replied. "You know, Daniel, I would be very interested to see any pictures you take. Could you bring them with you next time, please?"
"Sure," he said. "I can do that." He was starting to feel very relaxed, very warm and comfortable. Ah, yes, the tea, he thought to himself. Describing his activities with the girls had begun the familiar warm tingle between his legs, and memory of Nadya's pert breasts and long legs was adding to the heat.
"Now, if I understood you on the phone, the two little girls are going to be with you all weekend? And in fact they will sleep in your house on Saturday night?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Just you and the girls in the house overnight?"
"Yes."
"Well, this is certainly going to be a challenge for you, Daniel. We'll have to take steps to ensure that you will be properly prepared for that." Standing up, she moved behind her chair, an index finger pressed to her lips in thought, then walked across the room to her desk. "Actually, Daniel," she said, "I think it would be advisable for me to see you as soon as possible after your experience this weekend." She picked up an appointment book and consulted it. "Would you be able to come in on Sunday evening at seven? Our usual time?"
"You mean just after the girls leave?"
"Yes. We could do that in place of our next Friday session, and then resume the normal schedule after that."
"Sure, I could do that."
"Good," she said and returned to her chair. "All right, Daniel," she said as she sat down. "Would you open your robe, please?"
He stared at her. "You want me to open my robe now? Open it ... below?"
"Yes, if you please."
"Well ... okay." With some embarrassment he loosened the sash and slowly pulled the flaps apart. His penis was completed exposed, and had started to stiffen in response to their conversation and to the Cialis that was now coursing through his bloodstream.
"Good, Daniel," she said. "Now lean back on the couch and relax, please. Yes, good. And open your legs a bit wider." He did, avoiding her eyes. "And now Daniel, please arouse yourself."
He looked at her, not quite comprehending. "Arouse myself?"
"Yes, Daniel, I want you to use your hand to stimulate your penis."
"While ... while you watch me?"
"Oh, yes, very definitely while I watch you!" she said with a small laugh. "It's important that we get you to a high degree of excitement before we begin today. It will also be helpful to me to observe how you pleasure yourself - more data, Daniel. So please, think about things that have excited you at home - or here - and masturbate for me, Daniel."
He swallowed hard and after a few moments of indecision he reached forward and took his penis in his hand. He kept his eyes focused on it, avoiding looking up at Dr. Salenko, and started with a few tentative brushes with his fingers up the underside of his shaft. It immediately responded to his touch, rising in a bobbing movement, and when he looked up briefly at the woman who was observing him, she slowly crossed her legs, in the process providing him with a view up her skirt to the tops of her gartered stockings. This caused the adrenalin to rise in his chest, and he grasped his cock more firmly in his fist and began to stroke it up and down more deliberately. The familiar pleasure began to overcome him, and he closed his eyes in surrender to the erotic sensations and to the warm, sensual confusion that the drugged tea was inducing in him. He thought of Lita and of Nadya, and of the voluptuous woman sitting across from him who crossed and re-crossed her legs whenever his eyes fell upon her. He was so aroused, so excited, that he even reached down to fondle his balls as he played with and teased the head of his penis, as he so loved to do at home. And having someone watch him as he did it was so strange, so incredibly exciting ... the pleasure rose and rose, it was so good, so good...
"All right, Daniel, stop." The voice range out like a bell in a fog, and startled him out of the near trance-like state he had fallen into. He opened his eyes and saw Dr. Salenko smiling at him, and at his livid, almost purple erection. It was projecting out of his lap, stiff and rigid, almost painfully hard.
"Excellent, Daniel, really excellent. Just right for what comes next. Now just relax for a few minutes while I prepare." Unconsciously he began to reach for his cock. "No, no, Daniel, no more touching. Just rest for a moment. When we continue I shall be monitoring you myself." He leaned back in the couch trying to catch his breath. He watched as Dr. Salenko maneuvered the computer cart to face him. She slipped a CD into the opened tray and then closed it with a touch of her index finger. When she was ready she turned back to him.
"Now, Daniel, this will be a little different today. I will have you watch not still images, but rather short videos of a particular kind. From what you have told me about the past week, I can see that you have done a remarkable job in learning to control yourself in the face of intense erotic stimulation. Being so close to those young bodies that you find so exciting, and no sexual release whatsoever - very good Daniel, bravo! What this tells me is that you are ready to proceed to the next stage in your training. Are you ready? How are you feeling?"
Dan looked down at his cock. His erection hadn't flagged an iota, it was still hot and aching and in need. "To tell you the truth," he said, "if I don't get relief of some kind soon, I ... well, I don't know if I can take any more."
"Oh, Daniel, I understand," she said with warm, sympathetic concern. "I know what you're going through, really I do. But as I've explained to you, I need to make this very difficult for you in order to make you stronger." She patted his leg very close to his penis, but didn't touch it. "Let's just get through this next exercise, and then we'll see what we can do for you later." He sighed and nodded, and she positioned herself on the couch next to him and started the first video.
It showed a young girl, perhaps thirteen years old, lying on a bed with her head resting in the palm of her hand, her elbow bent. She was very blond and was totally nude - her small breasts were visible, but her pubic region was hidden by something that was lying next to her along the extent of her body. The camera moved a little and it became plain that she was lying next to an adult man, also nude. Smiling, she ran her hand slowly up his leg, glancing up to the right to where his face would be off camera. Then she moved herself up further along his body, and the camera followed her until her face was even with his penis. It lay in a thick nest of hair, lying flaccid pointing downward in his crotch. The girl delicately lifted it with her thumb and index finger and positioned it on his belly pointing upward toward his head. Then she began to run her index finger slowly up and down its length, studying it intently, her mouth partly open with excitement as it began to expand and grow. Soon it was fully erect, and she took it in her hand and began to massage it gently up and down. She looked up towards the man's invisible face and smiled languorously. "Like it?" she whispered. The only response was a low groan. She grinned and set to work teasing his penis with little taps and flicks of her fingertips up and down the underside of the shaft. After a while she got up and settled herself between the man's legs, forcing them apart to make room. She smiled up at him once more, then lowered her head and began to lick gently from the base of his penis up the shaft to the head, where she busied herself with slow licking and swirling her tongue all around the swollen glans. She took it tentatively into her mouth, which was difficult because the man's penis was now fully engorged, its head the size of a small apricot, making it impossible for her to fit it all into her mouth. She sucked on it as well as she could, then concentrated on kissing and sucking on the underside at the cleft of the glans. She evidently knew this is what he needed because of his moans and the involuntary thrusting of his hips. She kept it up until his cock exploded in an ejaculation that sent sperm flying to the left off-camera, leaving a wet streak along her right cheek. The clip ended as she slowly masturbated his bucking cock, lubricating it with his warm sperm and gazing happily up into his face.
Dan hadn't seen anything like this before, and might have been shocked if it weren't for the semi-conscious erotic miasma his mind had settled into. As the clip started he felt Elena's hand begin to "monitor" him - first a gentle, barely perceptible pressure of fingertips against his shaft, but then, as the girl on the screen began to work on her adult lover, this changed to subtly exciting squeezes and strokes. Tantalizing touches and flicks on the most sensitive parts of his penis accompanied the actions of the skillful thirteen-year-old fellatrix on the screen, leading him close to orgasm, but stopping too soon to achieve it.
Another video followed, this one even more shocking than the first -but not shocking for Dan; he was beyond that. He had become little more than a bare nerve of erotic desperation, reacting to each additional sexual onslaught with ever-rising need for more of it. In this one an Hispanic girl of no more than eight was avidly licking at the thick, stubby penis of a corpulent man who sat on a stool with his legs spread as she knelt between his fat thighs and serviced his swollen cock. She obviously had little notion of what she was doing, certainly none of the first girl's awareness of the sexuality of her acts. She had simply been told by the man - probably her father or uncle - to lick his thingy, and she was just doing what she was told, to provide pleasure for him, and to excite the viewers of the clip. It was a totally reprehensible act, illegal and morally repugnant, but still Dan's cock thrilled to the subtle manipulations of the monitoring fingers as they urged him to imagine the sweetness of even this preadolescent tongue.
Several more videos followed with girls of varying ages, blonds, redheads, brunettes, all of them graphically displaying the pedophile's fantasy of a blowjob from an underage girl. The final clip showed a fair, blond-haired girl on her knees between the legs of the man she was sucking, looking up into the camera so that the viewer could imagine she was doing it to him as she looked into his eyes. She was slowly sucking the erect penis in and out of her mouth, occasionally removing it to smile sweetly and give it a teasing lick, before returning to sucking it.
"Oh my, Daniel, can you imagine how that must feel?" Elena was whispering up to him now as she fondled his penis in just the way he had done himself earlier, with one hand teasing and flicking the head of his cock while the other gently scratched his scrotum. "Even when she's sucking on him like that her tongue is probably moving all around inside her mouth, don't you think? My God, how that must feel! Wouldn't you love that, Daniel? Don't you need that?" He couldn't respond. He understood her words and they seared into his subconscious but he couldn't speak. She was right - he needed that so much!
"Imagine, Daniel, imagine how her mouth would feel..." He set his mind to imagining it, and the skillful caressing of his penis slowly changed: warmth enveloped his cock, the engulfing, wet warmth of a cradling mouth, a gently sucking mouth, and the almost unbearable tease of a tongue that knew just where to flick and worry, how to grant or deny pleasure, how to ravish and how to torment. He had slid low in the couch now and was almost prone on his back as the clever, knowing mouth worked on him. He looked down and saw through his drugged haze the blond pigtails, the gray eyes, the adorable, strange face. She looked into his eyes and extended the tip of a pink tongue toward the most erotically sensitive part of his cock and flicked it rapidly a mere millimeter from the tortured member. Her mouth formed a pout and her head moved slowly from side to side in a sad "no." Then she puckered her lips into a playful, mocking kiss and grinned at him wickedly, a glimpse of chipped tooth, more sucking, more licking, more madness. He was lost in a moist garden of aching, unrelieved pleasure, in a mist redolent of sweet lilacs, and he knew, he knew...
* * * * *
He recovered slowly this time; he didn't know how long he had sat on the couch semi-conscious, dreaming. He was aware of someone standing in front of him. He looked up and saw Dr. Salenko. She smiled at him, sympathetically but with a trace of amusement.
"You need to get dressed now, Daniel," she said gently, and motioned toward the screen at the other end of the room.
He looked down at himself. The robe was open, and his erection was still raging - there had been no orgasm, no release. "I need ... didn't you say that we could do something to ..."
"No, Daniel," she interrupted, "I think that's enough for today. We've had a very successful session, and I think you are in just the right condition to face your weekend." She reached down and lightly touched his hard penis - it was warm and deep red in color, and it responded to her gentle touch with a visible expansion that swelled the glans, making it shine like a small, purple plum. "Yes," she repeated, "just the right condition."
* * * * *
When Dan arrived home at about nine o'clock he did what he had always thought of as a joke, a cliche: he took a cold shower. Standing naked in his bedroom, looking down at his distressed penis, still hard with a double dose of Cialis and absolutely screaming for relief, he almost succumbed to the intense desire to grab it and stroke it to the climax it desperately needed. No, he thought; he'd gotten this far, he'd try his best to get through this surreal therapy to which he'd committed himself. Sometimes it seemed like madness to him, what Elena was having him do and was doing to him, and it made him dizzy trying to straighten out the confused memories that spun in his head, so like dreams seen clearly when he was in their midst but which then faded immediately when he awoke. It was all so crazy, but he had to admit he was surprised by his ability to carry out the regimen of sexual denial that Elena was demanding of him. Maybe she was right, and he actually was developing a new strength of resolve. That might be, but lurking behind these thoughts was the darkly thrilling sense that the coming weekend would be all the sweeter because of his suppressed and simmering frustration.
But for now the problem below his waist had to be dealt with. He got into a warm shower as usual, then gradually turned it toward the cold, until after about a minute he was standing under a biting stream of shocking cold water. He gritted his teeth to withstand it, and actually became accustomed to the lower temperature after a short while. After a minute or two more he stepped out of the shower, his skin tight and tingling, and was relieved to see that his overwrought penis had actually lost most of its turgor, and was now hanging obediently between his legs, somewhat shrunken by cold, and his testicles were drawn up tight against his body. So the beast has been tamed, he thought to himself, but he didn't trust it. Just before retiring he threw back two shots of Chivas to make sure that the one-eyed monster would remain unconscious and harmless in its lair until dawn.
* * * * *
Dan was up early Saturday morning, getting ready for his chaperoning duties. He had already decided what he would do with the girls during the day, and had gotten Diana's approval when she called just before the crew was about to leave for his house. By the time they arrived Josie and Lita had already been told what the day held in store for them.
The girls burst into the house before their mothers were even out of the car. "SplashaRama? SplashaRama? We' going to SplashaRama? Yeeeeeeeee!" Both girls were jumping up and down with excitement.
"Well, that was the plan, but we can do something else if you want," Dan said with a straight face.
"No no no! SplashaRama, SplashaRama! Yaaaaay!" They held hands and spun themselves around in a circle in the entry way, laughing and cheering.
SplashaRama was a water park about an hour's drive away. Neither of the girls had ever been there, but had heard a great deal about it from friends at school, and it had long been at the top of their have to, absolutely just have to do before I just die! things to do. Dan had thought of it immediately after Diana had asked him to kid-sit over the weekend, given their reaction to the Slip-N-Slide. It was perfect: it was something they would love, and something that would give them a good physical workout, really tire them out - but a good tired, leading to a nice, deep sleep at day's end. He was curious about the place, too; something told him there would be much there to interest him as well. And the day was perfect - warm, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. So, the car loaded, his camera pocketed, they were off. He had decided to hold off taking the Cialis until later in the day, wisely, as it turned out.
When they arrived he was a little concerned when he saw that the parking lot was almost full. But the grounds were very large, with several areas of slides, swimming pools and attractions such as miniature golf, so that once inside the place was really not at all overcrowded. It was pricey to get in, but that didn't bother him; this was a special occasion - very special.
Dan wasn't particularly enamored of amusement or "theme" parks. They seemed crass and bloated to him, full of empty over-stimulation and bad food, and over-priced souvenir stands. But a water park seemed somehow different; although it did have some of the amusement park sleaziness, the idea that it was based on the enjoyment of cool, clear water gave it an pure, innocent appeal - water, the root of life, our first element. It felt fine to be there.
They walked past the golf courses and swimming pools until they reached the reason they were there: rising from the center of the complex was the serpentine network of multicolored chutes and slides, twisting and coiling like the plastic entrails of a Toy Story monster, through which screaming children and adults were hurtling and careening, ultimately to be disgorged in leaping clouds of spray into an enormous pool of Caribbean-blue water.
The area surrounding the pool was quite pleasant. Instead of concrete, it was covered with a kind of artificial turf, a sort of "astro-turf" that was cool and comfortable to walk and sit on. They found a free spot and arranged their things on beach blankets - the girls had brought lots to play with: beach balls, a Frisbee, even shovels and pails, although there was no sand there for them; but the girls couldn't be dissuaded.
After doffing their clothes - they had all worn their bathing suits underneath - they set off to climb the stairs to the slides. Dan wasn't really interested in participating himself, but the girls insisted that he accompany them; even though they had being dying to do this for a long time, they were still a little apprehensive. So, at the first slide, one of the lower ones that wound around in a shallow loop and then plunged downward into the pool, they arranged themselves in a line: in front was Josie, then came Lita, then Dan. When Lita positioned herself between Dan's legs with Josie between hers, Dan realized he had a problem. As soon as the pretty ten-year-old's warm bottom pressed back into his crotch, his erection began to grow immediately. Even before they set off down the slide it was extending vertically almost to the top of his bathing suit, and Lita's movements as she squirmed between his legs were providing him with delightful sensations. In order to balance themselves, Dan needed to hold Lita around her waist, while she did the same with Josie. So Dan found himself with his hands on Lita's bare midriff, pressing her back against him, with her round bottom rubbing against a very pleasurable hard-on. He was tempted to raise his arms from her stomach to clasp her little breasts, but he resisted. As they picked up speed, with the water coursing around them, the girls screamed and loved it; Dan remained quiet and loved it, too, for different reasons.
After they hit the water and swam around for a few minutes, the girls wanted to go up immediately for another ride. He was able to convince them to go without him - he told them he needed a rest - and he would go on the next one with them. That was okay with them so they pulled themselves out of the water and headed up the stairs again, leaving him to "rest". This consisted in his thanking his lucky stars that he had decided not to take the Cialis in the morning. As it was, it took ten minutes for his erection to subside, even in the cool water.
After a couple more rides with the girls he left them to their own devices while he returned to their blanket encampment. He got out his camera and caught a few shots of the girls on their way down the chutes, and their explosive arrivals into the pool. Then he wandered around for a while, observing the various groups of people there and their activities. As he had hoped there were scantily clad young girls everywhere. What a fine place, he murmured to himself as he wandered about, taking in the sight of so many enticing almost-bare little bums and breasts.
He noticed a curious thing almost right away. Most of the people there were families with children, or groups of teenagers; but in addition to them there were also a significant number of individual men, sitting by themselves on blankets or walking about as he was, several with cameras like his. He instantly knew what this meant, especially since he saw no lone women, only men - it was a kind of there-but-for-the-grace-of-God moment for him, because these loners were obviously there in search of the same kind of secret excitement that he had come to crave over the past few months. Now isn't this interesting, he thought to himself. He was sure he was seeing in the flesh representatives of the secret fellowship he often imagined while enjoying a picture of a tantalizing little girl. Interesting; very interesting.
He found that it was easy to spot the objects of the men's attention as he followed them at a discrete distance, or watched them as they lay on their blankets. Almost always it was little girls that led them along on their quests, sometimes a young teenager, but always a pretty girl who was unaware of the effect she was having on these lone hunters. Those who carried cameras took pains not to be obvious about the subjects they preferred. He often observed a man holding his camera down by his side as if he were simply carrying it, doing his best to point it in the right direction as he pressed the shutter. He saw one guy who was on a blanket near a group of young teenagers with his camera inside a shoe. Whenever a girl walked by his blanket he would reach out as if to take the shoe and snap a shot of her from a low angle. He must have been counting the hours until he'd be able to hurry home to make good use of these images!
Dan returned to his own blanket and got out a book while the girls investigated all of the slides several times. Eventually they returned, and dried themselves off with towels. Then they got out a beach ball and proceeded to have a game of catch.
Dan saw right away that they had been noticed. In particular, three men who were situated not far away immediately began to watch the girls as they played. It wasn't surprising that they did, if they were in fact members of the "fellowship," for the girls were very eye-catching. Little blond Josie was wearing a one-piece suit of yellow spandex that fit her spare frame like a glove. She was immature and flat-chested, although little points of nipples popped out through the thin fabric of the suit, and between her legs a tightly molded cleft indicated that she was obviously a little girl. Lita was in a sapphire-blue bikini. Its tiny bottom cut low across her shapely hips, passing across her belly just above her rounded mons, and the thong in back left her round, firm globes virtually nude. The top was a band no more than three inches wide, tied behind her back, and was held up by two thin straps that were tied at the back of her neck, and exposed equally the rounded portions of both the tops and bottoms of her developing breasts. To members of the "fellowship" she would be absolutely mouth-watering.
As the girls tossed the ball back and forth, Dan pretended to read while he unobtrusively watched the three men ogling the girls. They were all obviously very interested, their eyes following every movement of the pair as they ran and pranced. They didn't seem to be aware of each other, and didn't look at Dan at all - their attention was very definitely on the girls.
They were all different - one was overweight, with long hair pulled back in a greasy ponytail, and was wearing boxer style swimming trunks and a loud Hawaiian shirt. He was sitting with his arms around his bent knees and was pretending to be looking at the people coming down the slides, but spent most of his time looking over toward the girls. Dan decided to call him Fat Man.
One of the other two was with a woman, his wife probably, who was dozing on a blanket next to him. He was in middle age, perhaps retired, and appeared to be very nervous as he stared avidly at the girls, constantly glancing sidewise at his wife to make sure she didn't see what he was doing. Him Dan dubbed Henpecked.
The third man was by himself like Fat Man, but was much leaner. He was wearing Speedo trunks with no shirt, and sat leaning forward with his arms draped over his raised knees. His face appeared tense, and he licked his lips and bit his lower lip nervously. An obvious erection bulged under his Speedos. Dan called him Wolf.
To amuse himself, Dan made up back stories for each of the voyeuristic trio. Fat Man was unsuccessful in love, in spite of his attempts to project a hip, cool image. He tried to keep his weight down, but when he should have been out exercising he spent his time masturbating at his computer instead, usually to pictures of girls who looked just like the ones he was staring at now.
Henpecked had been in a dreary marriage for years, and on those rare occasions when he made love to his wife was able to get off only by imagining he was pumping between the legs of a young teenager, a very young teenager. Dan imagined him next to his wife at night, waiting for her to fall asleep so that he could reach down and quietly see to himself.
Wolf was a peeping tom in Dan's scenario, spending his nights creeping around neighborhoods trying to get peeks at young girls as they undressed, but was never successful. He was nervous as a rabbit, and likely to bolt if a real girl were to actually talk to him.
Dan chuckled to himself as he imagined these silly stories that almost certainly had no basis in reality. But one thing was true beyond any doubt, and that was that all three of these men were getting terrifically turned on by watching the two scantily clad girls who were cavorting so near them, unconsciously teasing the very hell out of them! The girls were certainly beautiful, and Dan didn't blame the guys for the attention they were paying them. At one point Lita missed the ball that Josie had thrown to her, and had to run by Fat Man to chase it. When she retrieved it she passed by him again, and his mouth hung open at the sight of her pert, virtually nude rear as she tripped by him.
Dan decided to try an experiment. Picking up his book he got up and started walking toward the building that contained the public rest rooms. When he had gone half way he turned and came back, stopping when he reached a tree that was near to the girls and their admirers. From there he watched for a while, and almost laughed at how the men were behaving now that the girls' guardian was not around. Fat Man had actually moved his blanket closer to the girls, and was now lying on his stomach, taking pictures of them with a small camera. He was pretending to be photographing the complex of slides, but often causally turned toward the girls and snapped off a few shots. The way he was moving around on the blanket left no doubt in Dan's mind that he was grinding on his erection. Wolf's hand was actually hanging down between his legs now, idly swinging back and forth, and Dan could see that on each swing his fingertips were brushing the sizable bulge in his crotch. Henpecked had thrown caution to the winds and was paying no attention to his wife at all - he had raised himself onto his forearms and was running his tongue back and forth along his upper lip as the stared goggle-eyed at Lita as she bent over to pick up the ball. He too was moving his hips from side to side on the blanket, like Fat Man.
When Dan returned the men withdrew into themselves a bit, but soon were sneaking peeks again. When the girls switched from the beach ball to the Frisbee, Fat Man had another opportunity for a close-up look. Lita threw it too high, and as Josie turned to chase it, it struck his leg. "Gee, sorry Mister!" she said as she stood facing him. He blinked and looked at the disk on his blanket, then picked it up and clumsily tossed it up to her.
"N...no problem," he said nervously as he threw it. Because of his position on his blanket his eyes were on a level with Josie's stomach, and he found himself looking directly between her legs at the little "camel toe" nestled there.
"Thanks, Mister!" she chirped as she turned to run back to Lita. Fat Man stared at her little flexing bottom as she went.
Dan was feeling a mounting excitement himself as he observed this going on. He knew how aroused these men were becoming, and he enjoyed imagining the large erections they were doing their best to conceal as they panted and drooled over the pretty little girls. "Yes," he found himself thinking, "keep watching them, gentlemen, keep hoping and wishing you'll get to see more. Getting you hard, isn't it? Driving you crazy? But you love it, don't you? You can never get enough, and you know it." He felt his own cock starting to swell at the thought of how much the two little girls in his charge were tantalizing these men. He knew exactly how they were feeling, and was deriving a vicarious thrill from their growing arousal and erotic frustration. He knew that as soon as they were alone they would be masturbating furiously to memories of Lita and Josie - except for poor Henpecked, who would have to wait until his wife was fast asleep before he could begin to fondle and moan. All of them must be feeling jealous of him, wishing they could be the ones to take these adorable little nymphets home, wishing they could be all alone with them. Dan was starting to get very excited by the thought of the approaching evening himself.
He decided to perform another experiment. He called the girls over to him and gave them some money for snacks. He asked them to get them all some hot dogs and drinks, pointing to a concession stand that was not far away. They would have to walk by Fat Man to get to it, and he knew that the girls would give the guy a sweet smile and hello as they passed him - they were very friendly kids. And that's exactly what happened. "Hi, Mister!" Lita said as they walked by him. She unconsciously slowed her pace, somehow sensing that she was being admired and enjoying it. He sat up immediately and turned to face them as they walked by and mumbled a "hello", blushing furiously. When they'd gone a few steps Lita turned and smiled at him again, giving him a brief wave. He sat staring at them as they went, leaning back on his hands and not noticing that the bulge was obvious under his trunks, extending down his thigh almost out into the open air. He was still in that position - and condition - when the girls returned with the refreshments. "Hi again!" Lita said as she passed him, and gave him a wrinkled-nose grin. He stared at the twin globes of her exposed, firm bottom as she walked slowly by him, and Dan could imagine what might have been going through his mind as he watched her: "Oh my God that ass! She must know what she's doing to me, she has to know, the little bitch is teasing me on purpose just for fun, ohhhhh my God..." That would certainly be part of the poor guy's fantasies as he masturbated to thoughts of her far into the night.
The day passed with more climbing to the slides and plunging into the pool, the girls even managing to get Dan to go with them once more. Finally it was time to start packing up for their departure. Of the girls' not-so-secret admirers only Fat Man and Wolf remained -Henpecked had long since been dragged away by his cranky wife when she awoke. This was unfortunate for him, for it meant that he would miss the one last torment that Dan had in mind for the hungry watchers.
The girls had just recently emerged from the pool, and their suits were still wet. There were changing rooms available not far away, but Dan made no mention of them. He had often been with Diana and her family at the beach, and he knew that Josie had no sense of shame about nudity.
"Come on, Lita," he said, "give me a hand." He gave her one end of the large beach towel while he held the other, and together they made a little terrycloth blind behind which Josie could drop her bathing suit and get her clothes on. Dan had decided that Wolf would get the thrill of seeing a little girl naked, since, in Dan's imaginary back story at least, he was the unfortunate voyeur who never got lucky. So, with the towel held so that Fat Man saw only the barrier and Wolf had a full-on view of Josie, the little girl began to wriggle out of her wet suit. Dan was facing Fat Man, and almost felt sorry for him when he saw the disappointment and dashed hopes in his face. Wolf was behind him, so he could only imagine the man's expression was as he watched a little girl he had been lusting over all day standing totally naked before him for several delicious seconds. Dan glanced down at her - she certainly was cute, with her slender nymph's body and the smooth, puffy little vulva peeking out between her legs. She quickly pulled up her panties and shorts and pulled her t-shirt on over her head, and the towel was lowered. Dan turned and cast a sidewise glance at Wolf. The man was panting through his slack mouth, and his eyes were glazed and half-closed. Dan smiled inwardly. "Don't mention it, sir," he thought. "Only too happy to help you along."
He knew that Lita would be a different story, so he didn't suggest that she repeat Josie's procedure. Instead, he took the towel and wrapped it loosely around her and had Josie help him hold it up. Lita got the idea immediately, and reached behind her back to untie the bikini top, while Dan undid the ties around her neck and pulled the top free from under the towel. Then she reached down and lifted the towel enough to hook her thumbs into the bikini bottom at her hips and pushed it down, while the bottom edge of the towel fell again to cover her, but only just. Dan waited a few seconds before reaching down with his free hand to fetch her clothing, letting Fat Man and Wolf register the fact that the pretty girl with the lovely little breasts was now totally naked under the flimsy towel - might it fall down, could that happen as they watched, could it, could it? But it didn't, and Dan reached down and lifted her tiny lacy panties out of the beach bag at his feet. He moved slowly, making sure that the two drooling men got a good look at the frilly, sexy underwear that this little girl liked to wear. He handed the panties to her, and she raised a leg to step into them, the top of her thigh almost, but not quite, lifting the towel enough to afford a view between her legs where Wolf's eyes were now glued; for his part, Fat Man got a quick glimpse of the bottom of that beautiful little ass that had driven him crazy earlier. She pulled the panties up snugly, and took the t-shirt that Dan handed her and pulled it over her head. He removed the towel, and Lita stood in her lavender bikini panties and midriff-baring half-t while Dan took his time fishing her shorts out of the bag. She pulled them up and helped Josie stash their toys into the big beach bag. Then, after folding the blankets and towels, they all set off for the parking lot, leaving two aching, rock-hard penises behind them.
* * * * *
Home after dark, two little girls too tired for dinner. They had eaten hot dogs, though; that was enough. They slept in the car while Grandpa Dan emptied it, then he coaxed them awake to stumble to the door with his help. Up to the bathroom, girls, into the bath. Awww, do we have to? Yes, sweeties, it's gotten cooler, look, your lips are blue just from walking from the car. It will make you nice and warm and ready for bed. You want to go to bed, don't you, won't that feel good after a nice, warm bath? And while you're in there I'll make some nice cocoa.
To the suitcase, find their night clothes - here's Josie's My Little Pony pajamas, and here's ... oh my! A nightgown for Lita, white, embroidered, open in front down to the waist with a lacy tie to draw it closed. It looks like it will reach down to her knees, almost. And panties, loose, frilly bloomers.
To the kitchen now, put on milk to warm for cocoa. Into the cups a heaping spoonful each of the chocolaty powder, will wait until they're out of the bath to pour the milk, have it nice and warm for them. And some spice will be nice, into each cup right now a little bit of spice, a little spicy rum, just a little, just a thimbleful each, they won't notice, just a little to help them sleep.
They're out of the bath now, hand their pajamas in to them. They come downstairs - sit them down on the couch and dry their hair with a towel, bring in the warm, sweet cocoa. Mmm, says Josie, cinnamony. Mmm echoes Lita. They sit on the couch with their feet curled up under them, sipping. Dan has forgotten to give Lita the panties for under her nightgown, but she doesn't seem to have noticed. Oh well, no harm done.
Okay, girls, up we go, time to brush your teeth and into bed. Take their cups and put them aside, help the two sleepy little moppets up the stairs into the bathroom. Give them toothbrushes - they brush drowsily for a minute. Now lead them into the bedroom. Josie falls into her bed, Dan leads Lita to hers and gently lays her down, drawing up her legs onto the bed and patting her soft feet before pulling the covers up over her. He returns to Josie and covers her as well. He turns out the overhead light but leaves the nightlight on, which is bright enough to see the girls in their beds. They both sigh contentedly as he leaves the room. He goes into the bathroom himself and takes a brief shower.
Downstairs into the kitchen in his short bathrobe, pour a glass of water - one tablet of Cialis now, at the end of the day. The camera is still in the beach bag - remove it and check the battery - fully charged, good. The temperature has dropped, so turn up the heat a bit. The house should be warmer soon, the girls will be warm in their beds. Into the den now with a book and a Chivas, into his chair. He looks at the clock. It shouldn't be long before the girls are deeply asleep - a half hour, perhaps? About the same time for the Cialis to kick in.
He waits. The book is in his lap, unread. He sits back, looking off into space, thinking of the day, of Elena, of everything. His robe has fallen open and he looks down at himself. His penis is warm and soft as he takes it in his hand, but responds immediately to his touch. He closes his eyes and thinks about the day's outing, about how his two girls - he thinks of them as his, now - had cast their spell over the poor pedophiles at the park. He smiles at the thought that they are probably at home at this very moment jerking hard while fantasizing about the two little girls who are now upstairs asleep in his house. Of course he is touching himself now, too, but he isn't jerking. His hand moves slowly and gently, coaxing himself up for what is to come, pleasuring himself in anticipation. He looks down at his growing erection and takes a sip of the Chivas - not much, he wants to be awake and alert this night; just enough to be aware of its warmth in his belly and of the pleasure of his slow strokes. He stops and regards his penis for a full minute; it remains rigid and erect, and he knows it will stay that way for hours, for the entire night. As long, that is, as he denies it relief. He won't break Elena's rule, oh no. When he sees her tomorrow evening his cock will have been through an ordeal of temptation and pleasure, but it will have experienced no relief. And he will have proof to offer - he reaches over to touch his camera -Elena will see that he followed her instructions, and deserves mercy from her, this one time.
He looks over at the clock and sees that thirty minutes have passed. He stands and goes to the stairs and slowly mounts them. Upstairs he passes silently down the hallway on bare feet, and pauses outside the girls' bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and he listens. He hears deep, regular breathing, and two sets of tiny snores, one slightly faster than the other. He takes a deep breath and opens the door wider, then quietly steps inside.
The bedroom has become much warmer since adjusting the thermostat, and both girls have kicked off their blankets, just as he had hoped they would. Josie is lying on her stomach with an arm hanging over the edge of the bed, one leg straight and the other lifted and bent as if climbing. He pats her tight little bum affectionately, then on impulse reaches down between her legs and runs his fingertips along the soft contours of her sex that he can feel through the pajama bottoms. So sweet, he thinks; he might do more of that later. He removes the camera from his pocket and takes a picture of her, with a close-up of her lifted, climbing leg, and another of her face, with her soft lips parted in repose as she breathes gently in a barely audible little snore.
Slowly, he moves to Lita's bed. When he sees her in the dim illumination of the nightlight he allows his robe to fall open, exposing his erect penis. She has kicked the blankets off as well, and is lying on her back with her forearms thrown back on the pillow on either side of her head. Her face is turned outward towards him, and she is breathing audibly and regularly, deeply asleep. The hem of her nightgown has been pulled up almost to the tops of her thighs, and her chest peeks out from the middle of the open front, which has been drawn together by the closure tied in a single bow.
Dan looks down at her, feeling the blood pound in his ears. He takes out his camera and positions himself over her; he wants a picture of her as he found her, before he exposes her any further. He begins to draw back his robe, but then decides to remove it entirely, quietly laying it on the floor next to the bed. He parts his legs and leans backwards slightly, and composes the shot: a rigid, erect phallus hanging over the sleeping girl, inches from her body; though she sleeps, her arms look raised in surrender, and the lifted skirt of her gown entices the man who knows she is nude under it. After taking several more shots with his penis positioned in several places around her, Dan puts the camera down and kneels on the floor near her head. Then, very carefully, taking great pains not to disturb her sleep, he gently pulls on the ends of the bow to untie the closure that holds the opening of her gown together. This done, he grasps the two sides of the opening between thumb and index finger of each hand and slowly, carefully pulls it apart. As the twin mounds of her small, conical breasts become visible, a trembling sigh of desire escapes through his parted lips. He fights to keep his breathing under control as he stares at her two perfectly symmetrical, pink nipples, little puffy strawberries at the tip of each gently up-thrusting breast. When he has completely exposed both of her breasts, he has to stand up and step away for a few moments to catch his breath and regain his composure. She is more beautiful than he had imagined, and he fights to suppress his moans as he gazes down at her, slowly stroking himself. He takes several pictures of his cock being masturbated over her breasts, holding the camera in one hand and moving his cock around in various positions with the other.
He puts down the camera and stands over her. It is time for something he'd been wanting to do for weeks, something he'd come close to doing but had always been able stop before he wound up in real trouble. Reaching down, he places both his hands onto the little girl's small, firm breasts. He is full of apprehension, and studies her face to be sure she remains asleep. Assured, he bites his lower lip as he begins to massage her, gently squeezing her pretty tits, circling the little cones with his hands and lightly brushing her nipples with his thumbs. His hands flex and squeeze gently, marveling at the firm elasticity of her soft flesh, the blossoming firmness of a young girl's developing body. He looks down at himself as he works, enjoying seeing how his cock is reacting as he fondles the little girl, bobbing and quivering just inches from her body. "You like that?" he whispers. "You like how we're feeling her up?"
He stands, and after a few languorous strokes of his cock, he considers what to do next, considers the risk. Taking a deep breath, he kneels down beside the bed and lowers his face to Lita's lovely bust. Ensuring his tongue is wet with saliva, he gently licks first one of her nipples and then the other. He sits back and listens intently for any sign that she has been disturbed or might be waking up; there are none, and she continues to breathe deeply and regularly. He bends forward again to lick more, and now begins to suck gently on each of her tender nips, swirling his tongue around their areolas and spiraling inward until the tip of his tongue is flicking and probing at her nipples' centers. He repeats this operation, but this time combines it with gently squeezing and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger as he licks and sucks. This time he is rewarded, and his cock twitches with pleasure as the little girl's nipples gradually became firm and erect under his gentle encouragements. While she remains in this condition he takes up his camera once again, and snaps pictures as he rubs the moistened underside of the head of his cock, the most erotically sensitive area of his penis, over each of Lita's erect nipples, softly moaning in ecstasy, thrilling to the sight and to the fact of what he is doing with this beautiful little girl. He comes dangerously close to ejaculating as he does this, several times. It is the most erotically intense experience of his life.
He finally manages to tear himself away from Lita's breasts, because he doesn't want to chance not having time to enjoy the rest of her body. So now, moving down to her legs, he carefully and very, very slowly begins to pull the hem of her gown higher. He stares avidly down between her thighs as the gown goes higher, and feels his heart racing as the precious little folds and creases of her pudenda come into view: the moist crevice between the plump lips of her labia, the shy little hood that hides the tiny pearl of her clitoris, her own center of pleasure some day. Although her sexual maturity is approaching, the young girl's lovely vulva is still smooth with only a suggestion of fine, downy hair.
In his lust Dan can imagine his thrusting penis entering this moist garden of pleasure and delight, but it is something that he knows will never be. Indeed, any slightest kind of penetration at this point would lead to disaster - no one could sleep through that. But he isn't able to deny himself the outrageously guilty pleasure of running his tongue up her warm little channel to the little hood, which he licks three times, very slowly and gently.
The camera is taken up again, and again it captures Dan's cock being pleasured by contact with the little girl's delicious body, this time as he pushes the tip in and out between her the tops of her thighs, then back and forth alongside her little pussy, a millimeter away from it, sliding on her saliva-lubricated flesh until with a stifled groan he pulls away just in time.
He sits on the floor trying to collect his wits. He is so incredibly excited that it would dangerous for him to go on without calming himself down. He sits holding his breath, again listening to Lita's breathing, listening for any tell-tale change of rhythm. But again there are none, just the gentle rustle of her inspirations. He looks at her face, and at her shapely mouth. Her lips are parted, and he moves closer to listen to the air as it gently moves in and out of that lovely portal. He reaches over to her and holds his hand in front of her lips - he can feel her soft breath wafting over his fingers in warm, moist waves. So warm, so moist... Oh, no, Dan, you can't do that! But why, would it be any worse than what you've already done? It would be... oh my God, yes, I need to see what it would be like... Moving closer to the bed on his knees, Dan moves his hips close to where Lita's sleeping face lays at the edge of the mattress. He takes his penis in his hand and guides it into the stream of warm air issuing from her parted lips. He instantly gasps and closes his eyes when he feels her breath wafting over the head of his cock, subtly teasing it almost beyond endurance. "Oh my God, oh my God..." he repeats under his breath, straining to feel the exquisite rhythm of this new stimulation - breath, warmth, pause; breath, warmth, pause. It is driving him mad, and before he can stop himself he takes the next step: moving closer to the bed he again grasps his penis but this time brings it into direct contact with Lita's soft, moist lips. He manages to get the camera into his free hand, and takes pictures as he gently rubs the underside of his cock head back and forth across Lita's lips as she bathes it with her warm, moist breath. His tongue flicks back and forth over his upper lip in uncontrollable lust as he stares down at the unbelievable sight of his cock being pleasured, exquisitely pleasured, by the soft lips of an adorable little girl. Once again he is driven to the edge of orgasmic release, and once again he manages to deny himself that ultimate pleasure.
It is time for him to leave; it would be madness for him to push his luck any further than he has already. But there is one more task he wants to complete, to demonstrate to Elena the temptations he is flagellating himself with. He picks up his robe and puts it back on. Reaching into a pocket he removes a small bottle of baby oil. He pours a generous amount into the palm of his left hand and wipes it all over his penis, from head to balls. Replacing the bottle in his pocket he takes up the camera again, and captures picture after picture as he strokes his slick, glistening penis up and down while he stands over Lita's exposed body. He squeezes and twists his cock, going almost mad with the irresistible, amplified pleasure of the slippery oil. This goes on until he reaches the very brink of orgasm, and once again is able to pull himself back before going over the precipice.
He wipes the oil from his hand and gently restores Lita's nightgown to the condition it had been in when he began to ravish her in her sleep. He looks down at his erection, still arcing upward, still in need, and then at Lita. He quietly leaves the girls and goes to his own bedroom. Now, Elena, he thinks, now. Tomorrow - please, tomorrow.
* * * * *
Sunday evening, seven o'clock precisely. Nadya answered the door, wearing a school uniform consisting of a rather short skirt of gray and pink plaid, and a simple white blouse with a striped necktie. Shiny black patent leather shoes with white socks were on her feet. She said nothing, but indicated the door to Elena's office. Then she turned and padded down the hall and opened the door to the room that adjoined the office. As she went in she smiled at him, waving her fingers.
Elena greeted him as he entered. "Well, Daniel, how are you?" she said.
"I'm well, doctor."
"Good," she said. "Have you had an eventful weekend?" He nodded, and she led him to the couch as she took her usual chair. As he sat, Dan handed her a small object: a flash drive.
"What's this?" she asked
"Evidence," he said.
"Really," she said. "I see."
There was a knock at the door to the adjoining room. Elena stood up and looked down at him, smiling invitingly.
"Tea?" she said.
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