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                                             TORRID TWEENS

                                               Chapter Four

         He was lying in bed the next morning when the phone rang.  He was 
still asleep; he cursed himself for forgetting to turn his phone�s ringer off 
the night before.  
         �Hello?� he asked groggily, curiosity overcoming his desire to go 
back to sleep.
         �Hello,� a woman�s voice answered.  For a moment he feared the 
voice might belong to one of the mothers of the girls that he�d dated the 
night before.  But then, in his half-asleep state, wondering if he should 
just hang up, he decided the voice was too sultry, too sexy, to belong to an 
angry mother.  �You sound sleepy,� the voice said to Steve.  There was 
more than a hint of consolation in it; a desire, Steve thought, to give him 
whatever he wanted.  At the moment he wanted to go back to sleep but the 
voice coaxed his curiosity more.
         �Yes.  I�m tired,� Steve said.
         �Pardon me for disturbing your rest,� the voice said.  There was the 
hint of an accent to it.  Steve guessed it was French.
         �What do you want?� Steve asked.  There was nothing but silence for 
a moment on the other end.  Again he felt the impulse to hang up; then the 
voice surprised him with its bluntness:
         �You,� it said.  Steve felt sweat break out on his body.  Was this the 
voice of a police woman?  Had his tryst with the two tweens been 
discovered?  �I help men with special needs,� the voice continued.  �In 
your case, you prefer younger girls, do you not?�
         �I don�t know what you�re talking about,� Steve said lamely.
         �I share your interests,� the voice said.  �I like all females, 
especially girls.�
         �That�s fine,� Steve answered, and was about to hang up when the 
voice said,
         �Let me give you my address.  Just in case.� 
         �In case of what?� Steve asked, his voice becoming strained.  At the 
same time he noticed his dick, despite his previous night�s efforts, was 
lengthening.  The woman was damn sexy, even if she was a cop.
         �In case you need someplace,� the woman said.  �I suppose I 
shouldn�t talk long,� she said.  She paused again.  Steve sensed a moment 
of fear in her voice; if he was in trouble, and someone in authority was 
listening on the line, she could pull herself into the trouble by giving him 
her address.  The sensation of fear Steve felt at the other end of the line 
gave him a sudden reassurance; the woman was genuine, her offer was 
real, he guessed.
         �1849 Maple,� the woman said.
         �Huh?� Steve asked.  He was nowhere near a pencil or paper.
         �It�s the same date as the California gold rush,� the woman said.  
�Can you remember Maple?�
         �I have a maple tree outside my apartment,� Steve said.
         �Good,� the woman answered.  And then she hung up.  Steve listened 
to the dead line for a minute, lying there in his bed, perplexed, wondering 
if he�d picked up his phone in his sleep and the whole thing had been some 
sort of dream; a nightmare, perhaps.  But he remembered, as one 
sometimes does when awakening from a particularly vivid dream, the 
woman�s address:  1849 Maple.  The same as the California gold rush.  
Steve mumbled it too himself.  Then he got up out of his bed, cursing 
again, still thinking it might have been a dream, except for the lengthening 
of his cock which now hung turgidly between his thighs, swinging as he 
moved, feeling excited as its thickness bumped and brushed against his 
muscular legs.  Steve picked up a piece of paper in his little office that 
he�d set up in the next room for his photography work.  He took a pen out of 
a cup.  He began writing, aware of the way his penis was sticking up down 
below his waist:  �1849 Maple.  Woman.  Likes girls.  Me too,� Steve wrote.  
�This is silly.  It was all a dream,� Steve said.  He threw down the paper 
on a desk.  He dropped the pen back into the cup.  He went back to his 
bedroom, wishing his dick hadn�t become hard.  He got back into bed.  He 
was still tired.  Even his dick, despite its sudden hardening, was also 
tired.  As he drifted off back to sleep he felt his dick soften.  �Thank God,� 
Steve muttered.  Perhaps he wouldn�t have to go to the toilet an hour from 
now and relieve himself, his balls, that is; or choose to spend the whole 
day with an awkward excitement between his legs.
         �Riiiing!�  It was the phone again.  Steve awoke.  Again he cursed; 
this time he was really angry.  Why hadn�t he remembered to turn off that 
damn phone?
         �Hello?� Steve asked, his curiosity getting the better of him again.
         �Hi!� the voice was childish.
         �Oh shit,� Steve said.  Instantly he knew who it was.  Brittney.  He 
felt sure if it had been that flakey Laurie he would have simply hung up.  
She was too much trouble.  But Brittney was cool.  His voice softened.  
�Hello,� he said, the anger going out of his voice.  The girl on the other end 
seemed momentarily disappointed.  Had she liked hearing him angry?  
Then, enthusiasm overtaking her, she said, brightly, �How�s your penis?�
         �How�s my--� Steve asked.  It was strange, in a way, talking on the 
phone.  The silences conveyed as much as words sometimes did.  After a 
moment, a pause that seemed to be because the voice on the other end 
feared someone might overhear, the girl said, more softly than before,
         �Your penis.�  Steve looked down along the sheet that covered his 
body.  At the same moment he felt himself beginning to rise.  He watched 
as the sheet came up; a tentpole erecting itself below his waist, between 
his legs.
         �It�s, uh, getting big as you speak,� Steve said.  The hardness that it 
had known an hour before, when the woman called, was back.  Steve felt 
his balls tighten.
         The voice on the other end said, with soft enthusiasm, �Goodie!�  
Then after a moment it added, fetchingly, �You still haven�t used it on me 
yet.�
         Steve sighed.  Perhaps now was the time to let the girl know that 
they shouldn�t see each other anymore, Steve thought to himself.  Yes, it 
was wonderful that he�d met the girl.  She was everything he wanted in 
life.  But one mistake with her could get him in big trouble, and it wasn�t 
like the olden days when a mistake meant getting a girl pregnant.  That 
problem had been solved, in the 60�s, with birth control.  Now the mistake 
had been re-defined to mean simply talking to such a girl, without her 
parents knowing.  And most certainly it meant dating her, or fooling 
around with her.
         �Brittney,� Steve said, almost calling her Laurie in his still half-
asleep state.
         �Yes?� the childish voice on the other end asked.
         �I was thinking...�
         �Good.  I was thinking it too,� Brittney said.  �My parents are going 
away this weekend.�  Steve sighed.
         �That�s not--� he began.
         �Can you meet me someplace?� Brittney asked.
         �I guess,� Steve said, assuring himself that their meeting would be 
solely for the purpose of breaking off their relationship.
         �The candy stall, then,� Brittney said.
         �At the mall?� Steve asked.
         �Yes.�
         �Alright,� Steve said.
         He met her there, Friday afternoon.  He was telling himself, as he 
waited for her, that he would be brief, direct, to the point:  they must not 
see each other any more.  But when she arrived she looked smashing in a 
leather miniskirt and peasant blouse; the blouse showed off her tits, being 
cut low and leaving her shoulders bare.  The miniskirt struck Steve as an 
endearingly childish attempt to look sexy.  At the same time Brittney had 
on long stockings with stripes; something that resembled what a 
character in a Dr. Seuss book might wear.  She had on ankle-high leather 
boots.  Her hair was drawn into pigtails with white bows that matched her 
white blouse.  She had a ring through one nostril of her nose.  She was, 
more than ever before, a full-fledged teenager, Steve thought, her get-up 
inviting a stare or two as she breezed up to him.  Steve gazed closely at 
her nose.  To his relief he guessed, correctly, that she hadn�t gotten her 
nose pierced.  It was simply a clip-on ring.  Still, staring at her, he asked,
         �What did you do to your nose?�
         �It�s a ring,� Brittney answered.
         �Yes I can see that,� Steve said.
         �I want to get pierced,� Brittney said.
         �It looks like--�
         �It�s just a clip-on one,� Brittney said, sounding a little 
disappointed, reaching up and giving the thing a flick.
         �Don�t,� Steve said.
         �That�s what my mother says,� Brittney answered.
         �Well I agree with her,� STeve said.  �I don�t like seeing girls get 
pierced.�
         �Even--?� Brittney asked, her eyes suddenly glowing at him.  He 
sensed the mischief in her and said,
         �Not here.�
         �You mean here?� Brittney asked, running her hand suddenly down 
her belly, letting her legs widen their stance.  Steve grabbed her hand, the 
one that hung by her side, her other hand slipping even lower, down to her 
skirt.
         �Come on,� Steve said.  He hurried the girl away from the food court.
         �But I want some candy!�
         �We�ll get it someplace else,� Steve answered, aware of glances 
from the people they passed.  The girl was dressed like some Dr. Seuss 
slut, whining for candy.  The way he�d abruptly grabbed her made him feel 
like some child-kidnapper.  But Brittney trundled along with him, dragging 
her feet only a little, and ten minutes later they were both installed in a 
booth at a nearby Denny�s.  The privacy wasn�t complete, but it was better 
than standing in the middle of the crowd at the mall.
         �Brittney,� Steve said, watching the girl slurp on a double-chocolate 
shake he�d ordered for her, complete with extra maraschino cherries.
         �Yesth?� Brittney asked.  She looked up at him with her deep lovely 
brown eyes.  Puppy dog eyes.  Steve shifted himself in his seat.  Just 
looking at her with a straw poking into her lips made him hard.  As he 
willed himself to tell her he was breaking off their affair, a memory 
flashed through his mind.  It was of a phone call.  It was a call he�d 
received earlier in the week, just when he�d convinced himself once and 
for all that there was no woman waiting for him, or for Brittney, at 1849 
Maple street.  The phone had rung and he had answered it sitting at his 
desk, and the way it spoke to him had made him so hard that he�d 
eventually had to unzip himself.  And that wasn�t all.  Before the woman 
finished he had been forced to masturbate himself.  Onto his floor.
         �I�m calling you because I got a call from Janice,� the woman�s voice 
said.  It began efficiently, primly, asking, �You remember I called you the 
other day?�
         �Yes,� Steve said.
         �You sounded sleepy then,� the woman said.
         �I was,� Steve said.
         �Are you sleepy now?� the voice asked.
         �No,� Steve said.
         �Good,� the woman answered.  �I think I can speak more vaguely now, 
and yet more specifically too.  You understand that my offer extends not 
only to you, but to your two friends as well?�
         �My--?� Steve asked, his voice hesitating.
         �You know who I mean,� the woman answered.  �I�d call them your 
little friends but someone listening might misunderstand.�
         �Oh.  My two friends from the college,� Steve lied.
         �Yes,� the woman said, and he knew she was thinking of Brittney and 
Laurie, as he was.
         �I would like all four of us to have a party,� the woman said.  �This 
weekend, if it�s possible.  I have everything your little friends profess to 
want.  We could play the most delicious games together.  Naked games.  I 
am having several young ladies and gentlemen over also.  The young women 
in particular are to be feted, by which I mean, their bottoms and pussies 
are to be honored.  Of course the young men will not be overlooked either.  
There will be a fine display of cocks on hand.  I understand you and Bob had 
something going together?�
         �Uh, no,� Steve answered.  �I- I mean we were in the same room 
together but...�
         �Nonetheless several of the young men may be curious about such 
matters,� the woman went on, interrupting Steven�s halting denial.  �A 
man of your age and experience could teach them something,� she said.  
�Not all of them, of course.  It would not do to have a party full of novices.  
But several might require instruction.�
         Steven was beginning to feel amused.  Just because he was 40 didn�t 
quite mean he was a man of the world.  He had known some girls, no doubt 
about it, but he had lusted after many more than he had had the good 
fortune to meet.  In fact now, having two girls in his orbit at once, two 
that he cared about, did not quite make him a Lothario.  He had just been 
lucky, that�s all.  Sometimes Fortune smiles on a man and sometimes it 
doesn�t.  It didn�t mean that he was a kind of Hugh Hefner, running some 
sort of version of Playboy Jr.
         �So you would like me to come over?� Steve asked, feeling 
nonetheless aroused as he listened to the soft breathing of the woman on  
the other end of the line.
         �Yes,� she said.  �I think you would fit in perfectly.  The females 
will be sweet, and not all of them experienced.  The males have tight 
buttocks and open minds.�
         �H-How did you come upon this cornucopia?� Steve asked, watching 
as a seeming horn of plenty rose in his pants.
         �It�s quite simple,� the woman said.  �I am a ballet instructor.  I 
have my own school.  Perhaps I have said too much now,� she suddenly 
added, interrupting herself.  �I imagine anyone listening could figure out--
�
         �Yes,� Steven agreed.  �But you have pupils, though?�  He sensed an 
eagerness on her part to assure that he would attend.
         �Yes I do,� the woman said, boldly.  �These are the ones I have 
selected for special additional training.  I have told the youngest of them 
that it will help their dancing.  Which it will, of course.  It is not a lie.  By 
opening themselves up to new experiences they will free their minds and 
bodies to achieve greater heights on the dance floor.  But at present I am 
at a loss for instructors.  I called Bob and Janice, but they are unable to 
attend.  They have to go to France or something this weekend.  I called a 
friend of theirs, Brenda, but she has just met someone new, a man, and is 
completely caught up in places that he wants to take her, the two of them 
together.  And then there is a friend of yours, Cindy.  I have heard about 
your promise to her,� the woman said.
         �My promise?� Steve asked.
         �Yes, that if she picked up one of your... college-age friends, you 
would surrender your backside to her.�
         �Oh,� Steve said.  The woman laughed.
         �I shouldn�t say this...� she said.  �But I�ve been told you have the 
cutest behind.  And I�ve been told about the joke, if one might call it that, 
played on you by Janice.�
         �What�s that?� Steve asked.  The woman laughed again.
         �I understand that when you sat down at her house, at her dinner 
table, you sat directly on something rather hard?�  Steve thought a 
moment.  Then, suddenly he recalled it:  he had sat on a dildo!  He�d thought 
little of it at the time, thinking it something left from some previous 
affair, but suddenly his face reddened, as he sat there talking on the 
phone, realizing that it had not been a mistake, or if it was, Janice was 
nonetheless boasting about it!
         �I have inherited your promise to Cindy, since she can�t attend 
either,� the woman said to Steve.
         �Wh-what promise is that?� Steve asked, glad that the woman 
couldn�t see his red face.
         �To fuck your ass,� the woman said.  There was a certain boastful 
tone in her voice, suddenly, overcoming her earlier inclinations toward 
hesitation and fear.
         �What is this?  Some sort of joke?� Steve asked.
         �Perhaps it is.  You have the address.  Find out for yourself,� the 
woman teased.  She now had the upper hand, he realized, his face growing 
even redder.  Anyone listening in now would probably be dismissing the 
whole thing as a gag at this point, mindless phone sex between two adults.  
Steve heard the woman laugh, and then the trepidation slowly seemed to 
creep back into her breathing.  Minutes passed.  Steven unzipped himself, 
drew himself out of his pants, listening to her breath on the other end of 
the line.  It was damn exciting, what she was proposing, even if her 
opinion of him was perhaps overinflated.  He was just a guy.  A 
particularly lucky guy, it seemed, at the moment, but just a modestly paid 
photographer, with two young models-to-be whose youth scared him as 
much as it appealed to him.  And several well-placed friends, apparently, 
when just a week ago he�d not known anyone at all.  Certainly not anyone 
willing to invite him to a sex party.  And now here he was, listening to an 
attractive French-sounding woman on the telephone, with his ass, 
apparently, the subject of conversation between a whole host of well-to-
do women.  His cock was out, and he was beginning to stroke it.  Not 
willingly, but involuntarily, mesmerized by the opportunities suddenly 
presenting themselves to him.
         �So you want me to-- cum?� Steve asked. The woman laughed.  She 
said nothing.  He began fisting himself harder.  �I guess I could,� Steve 
said, after awhile.  He felt quite large in his hand.  He was throbbing.  He 
was getting to the point where he might not be able to pull himself back.  
He began to hear gasping on the other end of the line.
         �What are you doing?� Steve asked, speaking into the silence, broken 
only by the woman�s sighing.
         �I think you can... guess?� the woman replied.
         �I hope you�re not doing what I�m doing,� Steve said, after a little 
while more, feeling himself beyond the brink now, his ejaculation only 
moments away.
         �I can�t.  I have... different equipment,� the woman said.
         �Yes,� Steve agreed.  The woman�s moaning increased to a keening 
whine.
         �Do you know what I�m doing?� Steve asked.  But there was no 
answer, and suddenly the line went dead.  But Steven hung on to the phone, 
hoping she would somehow return.  And as he sat there, the now dead 
phone to his ear, he jerked himself on to his floor.
         �I think we should stop seeing each other,� Steve said to Brittney.  
He said it softly, seemingly testing the air with his breath, with the tone 
of his voice.  The girl looked up at him.  She had just plucked a cherry from 
off the top of her shake and she was about to put it into her mouth.  Her 
eyes widened.  There was still milkshake mix in her mouth and as she 
suddenly asked,
         �What?� Steve wished she wouldn�t speak with her mouth full.
         �I said... I think we should stop seeing each other,� Steve said, 
watching as Brittney popped the cherry inbetween her chocolate-limned 
lips.
         �No!� Brittney answered.  Actual fear showed in her eyes.  She 
mashed the cherry between her teeth, adding it to the wealth of chocolate 
goo in her mouth, and, despite her bulging cheeks, full of milkshake mix, 
she said, �I want to be like O in the Story of O!�
         �Don�t speak too loudly,� Steve cautioned.  He glanced around.  There 
was no question in his mind that the other diners thought he was the girl�s 
father.  The last thing he needed was to suddenly engage his �daughter� in a 
public discussion of her plans to be his sex slave!  Steve gazed at Brittney.  
He watched as she washed down her goo-laden mouthful of milkshake with 
yet more shake.  He said nothing more.  He was afraid she would answer 
him in a loud voice that would attract attention.  She sucked down the rest 
of her milkshake, ate her remaining cherries.  When she was done he paid 
the tab and took her outside.  They got into his car.  Steve breathed a sigh 
of relief.  As he sat looking at the diner�s sun-soaked windows, the outline 
of the neighborhood homes reflected in the restaurant�s glass, the sun 
setting behind him, he turned to Brittney in his car.  He had not started it 
yet.  His hand rested on his key, which was in the ignition.
         �You don�t understand,� Steve said to Brittney.  �I don�t think you 
know a thing about the Story of O.  She was whipped.  You presume she 
enjoyed it.  But she didn�t.  You saw Brenda whipped.  What did you think of 
that?�
         �It was cool.� Brittney said.  She gulped.  She smiled sheepishly at 
Steve, her eyes taking on a distant look as she remembered the whipping.
         �That was not a real whipping,� Steve said.  �I mean, the whip was 
real and all, but that was hardly what I would consider a full-fledged 
whipping.  There must be a certain measure of severity to a whipping.  The 
girl must be brought to the point of crying.  She must be impregnated with 
a fear that she has lost all control of events.  I have seen...� Steve paused.  
He sounded like a damn expert now, but he was just mostly speaking of old 
sex films he�d watched.  �I have seen a girl whipped until she pissed,� 
Steve said.  Brittney�s eyes gaped.  �Yes.  You see?� Steve said.  �It is not 
something for children.  She was--�
         �I�m not a child!� Brittney suddenly scolded him.
         �I would want to... I have such strange thoughts about you 
sometimes,� Steve said.
         �I picked you.  To make me like O in the Story of O,� Brittney told 
him.  He looked at her now red childish cheeks.  He reached over to her.  
She was going to turn away from his hand but he managed to stroke off a 
wet stain of milkshake from her lips.
         �I got a call from a woman,� Steve said.
         �Oh?� Brittney asked.
         �She wants me to attend a party this weekend.  With you,� Steve 
said.
         �Mmmmm.� Brittney answered.  She shifted in the seat beside him.  
Her legs spread.
         �Yes,� Steve said.  �That sort of party.  Like we went to last week.  
But the thing is, I feel sort of proud of myself that I didn�t fuck you.  I 
mean, I wanted to, but it just didn�t work out.  But this weekend... I can�t 
promise you that every time we get together like this you�ll escape with 
your cherry intact.�  Brittney leaned over to Steve.  She stroked his crotch.  
He was hard there, and he grew harder as her hand coaxed his trousers.
         �I don�t want to escape,� Brittney said.  �I want to be like O in the 
Story of O.�
         Steve squirmed.  As he felt his ass move on the seat he suddenly 
remembered what the woman had said to him on the phone, the mysterious 
French-sounding woman.  She had received from Cindy his promise to 
surrender his bottom.  The thought made him harder-- unwillingly.  He had 
no desire, or so he assumed, to have his butt popped by some woman.  Was 
he as eager to lose his own virginity, in behind, as he was, secretly, to 
take Brittney�s?  And Laurie�s?  Steve�s mind reeled.  Some fetchingly 
beautiful women were all apparently eager to see him lose it.  Perhaps 
they all wanted him, Steve realized.  One might have him one weekend, 
another the next, until they had all worked his behind to sexual maturity.  
At the same time they were willing to put up with his little girlfriends, 
Brittney and Laurie-- perhaps they were looking forward to the girls as 
much as he was.  And yet he wasn�t-- was he?  A part of him felt he 
should break off the whole thing right now.  He should leave Brittney and 
Laurie to their own devices, letting them grow up in their own way.  He 
should go his own way too, sparing his ass from the designs of the women, 
all of whom were still virtual strangers to him.  How had he gotten 
himself into all this?  Steve wondered.  He�d known a girl or two now and 
then, that�s all.  Nothing like this.
         �So will you take me?� Brittney asked, her young voice suddenly 
interrupting Steve�s thoughts.  His hand fell upon her own, stroking his 
bulging lap.  Steve felt sweat break out on his brow.
         �Yes,� Steve gasped.  �If you want me to.�
         �Goodie.� Brittney said.
         �Okay,� Steve answered.  He started the car.  He pulled out of the 
parking lot.  He wiped his brow with the back of his hand.  He was going.  
He was going to the woman�s house with Brittney, where he might lose his 
anal cherry and she was almost certain to get popped.  He didn�t have 
Laurie with him, but he didn�t know how to get hold of her.  She was a 
total flake anyway.  He glanced over at Brittney and wondered if she would 
ask about the girl.  But she was humming, gazing out the window as 
placidly as if they were going back to the mall.  The girl had no idea of 
what she was getting herself into.  Steve was sure of that.  Yet he himself 
had less of an idea than he wished to have, than he supposed that he had, 
he realized.  They were like two ships passing into a storm, her little 
vessel beside his big one, and neither of them knowing what the pent-up 
winds in the storm�s center held in store for them.

         �Ah, hello,� the woman at the door said to them.  She was lovely.  
She had curly blonde hair that spilled down along both sides of her face.  
She had a French accent.  It breathed through her perfect red lips, her 
smiling lips.  Her eyes shone brightly at Steve and Brittney.
         �Only one of my friends could make it,� Steve said to the woman, his 
arm around Brittney�s waist.
         �That will be fine,� the woman said.  She grinned at Brittney, her 
tongue peeping briefly from inbetween her lips and stroking across her 
teeth.  Brittney smiled back, sheepishly.  The woman invited them inside.
         There were eight in all, including Steve and Brittney.  Introductions 
were made, drinks were served.  Nobody seemed to mind Brittney�s youth.  
Indeed, one of the girls, named Clarissa, was at best only two years older 
than Brittney.  She was a slender brown-haired ballerina, her wealth of 
rich long luxurious hair, hanging down past her waist, seemingly more 
substantial than her slender dancer�s body.  Steve felt attracted to her.  
Despite her slim body she possessed nice-sized tits.  Not big tits like 
Brittney, but small tennis-balls that Steve felt possessed to feel and 
handle.  He gazed at her breasts, young Brittney standing beside him with 
her own young but substantial chest thrusting forward.  He felt a desire to 
have them both in a bed together, one on either side of him.  As the girls 
shared soft glances he sensed that they knew of his desire and felt it also.  
Steve was aware of a bulge in his trousers.  Clarissa looked down.  She 
giggled.  Steve felt Brittney�s eyes pass down below his belt.
         �Would you three care to share a room together?� the French-
speaking woman suddenly asked, a drink in each of her hands.  Steve turned 
and looked at the blonde.  She was no more than 25, as lovely as her voice 
had been on the phone.  Her name was Elgina.  Steve felt a sudden passion 
for her.  She had a curvaceous pin-up body, a mischievous smile.  He looked 
beyond her.  A young man of perhaps 20, named Mark, had suddenly 
embraced a young woman.  Their lips meshed.  Would it be this simple, this 
easy?  Steve wondered.
         �We should work out our passions first, and then we can begin some 
training,� Elgina said.  She glanced at Clarissa.  The young dancer looked 
down again, this time at herself, at her softly rising and falling breasts.  
Her young cheeks blushed.  Steve felt Brittney grip his hand.
         �This way,� Elgina said.  She led the four of them from the room, 
taking them down a hall.
         They passed through a doorway at the end of the hall.  They entered 
an ornately furnished bedroom.  Indeed, Steve thought, as he walked into 
the room it, it seemed furnished for some ambassador, or diplomat, hardly 
a place of illicit assignation.  There were heavy drapes, a rich deep red, 
such as might block out the sun in the middle of the day, keeping the room 
as dark and as safe from the world beyond the glass windows as its 
inhabitants might wish, or require.  Sumptuous pillows were scattered 
across the bedcover, itself made of a beautiful textured material, 
reminiscent of some pasha�s trip to the Near East.  Polished leather chairs 
sat in three of the room�s four corners, with bright metal studs holding 
their coverings in place, keeping the leather tight and smooth.  The floor 
was made of a heavily waxed wood, a rug covering it almost to the wall, 
the rug as rich as the bedcover and pillows and curtains.  In the corner a 
bar waited, its bottles quietly lined up across a dresser, glasses stacked 
neatly.  Steve counted six glasses, enough for all of them with room for 
two more.  A chest sitting at the base of the dresser, on the carpet, 
promised ice.
         Elgina settled onto the bed.  She sat with her feet touching the floor, 
her breasts moving gently in time with her breath, Steve watching her 
bosoms, hopefully.  He sat down beside her.  Brittney plopped on his lap.  
Clarissa, lissome as a cat, settled onto the floor at Steve�s feet.  Elgina 
waited, none of them spoke.  She smiled.  She opened her mouth and Steve 
studied her lips, so beautiful, full and wet and red.  Elgina brushed back a 
strand of hair from her face that had fallen as she walked, pushing it back 
into the mass of her lovely blonde curls.
         �As with anything, there are some ground rules to be followed,� 
Elgina said.  She let her eyes shift from one of them to another, as Steve 
heard laughter echo lightly down the hall.  Elgina looked up, briefly, then 
cast her eyes among them again, favoring none of them, reproving none, 
regarding each of them as equals, even Steve, though he was so much older 
than the girls.  �Here we will attempt the most outrageous perversions,� 
Elgina said.  �Indeed, we shall strive for them.  We will hold nothing back.  
No fear will stop us.  Instead it will encourage us.  That which we fear 
most, we will do, no matter how hard it is for us to do it.�  She paused.  
She let her eyes pass among them again and then she said, �Some think 
that this is merely a place to fuck.  But that can be done anywhere there is 
a modicum of privacy.  This is a place for things much more complex.  
Outright fucking is to be discouraged, or delayed, at least.�  She reached 
out and took Brittney�s hand.  The girl was wiggling as she sat, her bottom 
pressing against Steve�s loins, giving him easy pleasure.  Elgina tugged on  
Brittney�s hand and pulled the girl off of Steve�s lap, sliding her across to 
her own lap.  The woman looked at Steve.  Her eyes fell to his crotch and 
she noticed the bulge there.  The two girls, following her eyes, looked too.  
They giggled.  Even Clarissa, who could not see owing to where she sat, on 
the floor, laughed, for it was not hard to know what an excited male was 
displaying.
         �Unzip yourself Steven,� Elgina said to the man.
         �What?� Steve asked, surprised at her command, despite where they 
were and what they all had on their minds.  A sound of laughter trailed 
down the hall again.  Steve blushed.  He might unzip himself and find 
someone suddenly coming through the unlocked bedroom door, seeing him 
stiff and hard, perhaps even worse off, on the point of cumming.
         �When I say something, it is not a request,� Elgina said.  �Unzip 
yourself.  Display your manhood to us.�
         �But--� Steve said.  However his embarrassment was overcome by 
the stress of being pent-up, growing even more now with the three girls 
focusing on him, and so, reaching down, he pulled open his zipper.  
Immediately his underpants shoved through, forming a rude hillock, like 
some tangled half-risen snake.  
         �Pull it out,� Elgina told Steve.
         �I--� Steve said.  But the pain of being confined was still there, 
tormenting the muscles of his groin.  So he pried open the flap built into 
his underpants and released himself to them.  Elgina reached out.  Warmly 
her hand closed on Steve�s penis.  He was big in her hand, pulsing as she 
held him, or rather part of him, gripping the midst of his shaft.  The top of 
him, which was several more inches in length, stretched beyond her grasp, 
Steve�s knob urgently jutting flag-like into the air, his peehole presenting 
a glistening drop of pre-cum to their view.  He looked down at himself, 
excited, feeling his pulse in his veins run along the entire length of his 
shaft.  He was hard as a schoolboy, despite being 40, and he was ready for 
fun.
         �Now I shall explain what I mean by working through our passion,� 
Elgina said.  �Perhaps you, Steven, assumed when I said that, in the other 
room, I meant simply that we would enjoy intercourse.  However that is 
not what I meant.�  She began gently to rub him.  �I am going to bring you 
almost to the point of spending, Steven,� Elgina said.  �It will be up to you 
to tell me when to stop.  However, don�t cheat.  We must strive to get you 
as close to orgasm as possible.  Then we will stop.  We will share some 
drinks, and some other pleasures.  Then when you have cooled down a little 
one of us will start in on you again.  This will happen several times, as 
much as you can stand; perhaps more than you can stand.  Only when you�ve 
been brought to the brink several times, without cumming, will we finally 
stop.  That is what I mean by working through our pleasure.  In your case 
Steven you will be utterly exhausted, your loins straining and yet 
unsatisfied, yet somehow no longer wanting more, desperate to avoid more 
of that!  That is when we will rejoin the others in the other room.  You 
will still be stiff and hard, Steven, but no longer thinking of your penis 
quite so much, for you will know that it only means more torture, more 
trips to the brink and then agonizingly avoiding the conclusion.  And so you 
will be able to display your stiffness and hardness, indeed you will be 
quite unable not to, and yet you will no longer be focussing on intercourse.  
For we are not here for intercourse, except as a final relief.  We are here 
for more diverse pleasures, or perhaps I should call them 
experimentations, doing what we would never do if simply left to 
ourselves, whether alone or together in individual couples.  No, this place 
is for outrageous perversions, as I have said, some which will be 
pleasurable and some not, experiments of the body and mind.�
         As Elgina was speaking she was massaging Steve, bringing his 
excitement to a higher and higher pitch.  The girls watched with interest 
as Steve�s breathing deepened.  Clarissa stood, so that she might see his 
torment directly.  Soon Steve was poised at the edge of male desire.  His 
breath huffed in his throat and his eyes seemed to lose their focus, then 
focus intently on himself, on his penis, as Elgina expertly used all her 
skills to bring him quickly to the point she desired.  Her hands were so 
soft, and yet smooth in their movements with years of experience.  Steve 
admired her skill, her clinical and yet loving way of stroking his longing, 
encouraging it and yet reproving it.  She pushed Brittney off her lap.  The 
girl�s feet dropped to the floor and she stood next to Clarissa, reaching 
back to straighten her leather miniskirt as she now watched what Elgina 
did.  The woman leaned forward.  Steve gaped at Elgina�s breasts.  They 
were big like Brittney�s.  Their weight tested the limits of Elgina�s low-
cut gown as the woman leaned forward.  She kissed the tip of Steve, right 
on his pee hole.  Brittney, watching, clapped her hands to her face in 
childish revulsion.  But under her in-pressing hands, clasping her cheeks, 
Steve saw the young girl break into a smile.
         Steve�s attention was drawn quickly back to himself.  Feeling a 
sudden urge, he looked down at his cock.  Elgina�s head lifted.  He saw 
lipstick from her red lips imprinted on his cock�s crown.
         �I think you�re about to spill, Steven,� Elgina said.
         �Yes,� Steven answered.
         �Then we must stop,� Elgina said.  She let go of him.  Steve felt the 
air where her hand had been.  Elgina wiped her hand on the bedcover.  
Steve�s prick jerked spasmodically.  He felt his sperm roil in his balls and 
nearly come spouting out of him.  Steve gasped.  The two girls giggled.
         �Let us have our things off and have some wine,� Elgina said.  She 
reached for Brittney and pulled the girl back onto her lap.  Unbearably 
hard, Steven reached for Brittney�s tits.  The girl resisted, a little, but 
Elgina, coming at the girl with her own hands from behind, began to help 
Steven pull down Brittney�s blouse.  Clarissa helped too, laughing; a 
moment later Brittney�s young breasts popped out of her top.  They were 
big things, big as cantaloupes, and Clarissa and Elgina both laughed 
together as they fondled the girl�s endowment.  Steve chuckled too; it was 
wonderful to be handling such magnificent tits, made more so by being on 
such a small girl.  Brittney squirmed in Elgina�s lap.  Her nipples were 
hard.  As she moved to and fro Steven saw that Elgina�s nipples, pressed to 
Brittney�s back, were stiffening too, pushing forward in two little points 
at the front of her gown.  Steven nodded to Clarissa.  The ballerina sat 
down on the bed on the other side of the woman.  She reached up and 
unzipped the back of Elgina�s gown.  The blonde, feeling the ballerina�s 
nimble hands, could only laugh as she felt her dress undone.  A moment 
later both Brittney and Elgina displayed naked tits.  Neither wore a bra.  
Steve longed to get Clarissa out of her top to and was contemplating 
standing up and going round to her when Elgina said,
         �I hope you do not mind if I add one more player to our game.�
         �No, not at all,� Steven said, looking forward to having yet another 
female join them.  Elgina turned.  Steven let go of one of Brittney�s tits 
and reached past the young girl to the woman�s right bosom.  He grabbed it, 
thrilled to be handling such soft wonderful flesh, his other hand still 
massaging Brittney�s left tit.  At the same time he gazed past both 
females at Clarissa.  His mouth watered as he stared at her small tennis-
ball tits.  �Get out of your dress,� Steve said to Clarissa.
         �Kerry,� Elgina called.  Steven heard a rustle of fabric off to his 
side.  He turned, and one wall of the bedroom crumpled back as he looked 
at it.  He realized it was no wall at all, but a curtain.  From behind it 
protruded something that shocked him.  He saw first a flap of fabric, 
hanging at waist-height, extend from behind the curtain.  A moment later 
the figure stepping from behind the curtain was revealed to be a man, with 
what was obviously an erection.  It had been the erection Steven had seen 
first, coming out from behind the curtain.  The man wore a loin cloth that 
draped his hard penis; the short bit of fabric flapped as he walked, 
threatening to slide off his member and reveal him in all his glory.
         There was a gasp from both girls.  The man was not Steven�s age, not 
even close.  He looked 18 at best, perhaps younger; definitely younger 
Steven decided as he stared at the male.  His body was sun-bronzed.  To 
add to his beauty he, or someone, had rubbed him with fresh oil.  His 
muscled figure gleamed in the lights of the bedroom as he walked.  He 
seemed a living statue, a young Adonis, and if Steve had not been a regular 
at the city gym he would have felt jealous of the boy�s body.
         As for the girls, they were ecstatic.  They now had not one male, on 
the brink of cumming, but a second, hard and ready for the fray.  
Admittedly both girls blushed; Brittney�s top was pulled down and 
Clarissa was not far behind, her nipples pressing into her dress, but the 
delight they felt was nonetheless evident on their faces.  As the boy 
moved his balls, unprotected by any covering, could be seen swinging 
below his penis-uplifted loincloth.  They looked big and heavy, full of rich 
sperm that his erection, lifting up his miniscule covering, seemed eager to 
pump forth.
         �Oh!  You are the lifeguard at the swimming pool!� Brittney said in 
sudden recognition.  The boy looked at her.  He smiled.  Her flush deepened.
         �I know you.  The little girl with the big tits,� the boy said.
         �Yes,� Brittney gasped, her flush deepening even more.
         �I�ve always liked your tits,� the young man said.
         �Come and feel, dear,� Elgina said.  The woman looked at Steven.  �Do 
you mind?�
         �No,� Steven said, but his voice was slightly irritated, for Brittney 
seemed to swoon over the lad as he came to her and began to fondle her 
breasts.  Steven still held one of Brittney�s tits, the boy the other.  Steven 
gave Brittney�s nipple a pinch.  The girl gasped.  Elgina reached down and 
lifted up the boy�s loincloth.  His penis pulsed, big as a sausage and 
already with pre-cum drooling from the tip.
         �Take off Clarissa�s gown,� Elgina said, sensing that Steven was 
becoming more and more annoyed by the second at the young man�s arrival.  
The sturdily endowed lifeguard nodded.  He let go of Brittney�s right tit.  
Steve took possession of it, still holding her left one, and gave both her 
nipples a pinch.
         �Ow!� Brittney cried.  
         The young man went to Clarissa.  The brunette blushed at him.
         �What is your name?� Clarissa asked, as the boy kissed her forehead 
and pulled at her dress with his hands.
         �Kerry,� the boy answered.
         �Oh.  Yes,� Clarissa said, remembering what Elgina had called him.  
With swift, sure motions, the boy got Clarissa out of her dress.  Beneath 
she wore only stockings and panties.  He got those off too, as Elgina and 
Steve removed Brittney�s leather dress.  A minute or so more and they 
were all naked, Clarissa giving the final touch to it all by undoing the 
single knot that held up the young lifeguard�s loincloth.
         �Now we can truly begin to play,� Elgina said.  There was 
satisfaction in her eyes.  �Steven, Kerry, I do not wish for you to be rivals 
or enemies,� Elgina said.  She turned to Clarissa and Brittney.  �Or you 
girls either,� she said.  �I want you, Brittney, to kiss Clarissa.�  The girls 
looked at each other.  To both men�s delight the girls, after a moment�s 
hesitation, complied.  Brittney pressed herself to the dancer and the two 
of them, tepidly at first, then with greater feeling, pressed their lips 
together.  Their hands ran quickly over each other�s bodies.  Sighs escaped 
from both.
         �Do you love each other?� Elgina asked.
         �Yes,� Brittney and Clarissa cooed.  Elgina laughed.  �We�ll see about 
that,� she said softly.  The girls� kiss continued for another moment and 
then they broke apart.  Both of them looked at one another again, 
seemingly shocked by their sudden intimacy, yet their hands lingered each 
upon the other�s, the two of them holding hands now at a distance, gazing 
at each other, their lips wet, their nipples stiff, their soft white bellies 
breathing in and out, gently, as their cunts, no doubt, wettened; Steven 
stiffening more at the thought of it.
         �And now for you gentlemen,� Elgina said.  She turned to Steve and 
Kerry.  The older man baulked but the younger man showed no sign of 
displeasure, indeed, at a word from Elgina he dropped to his knees.  
�Steven, it�s time for your second round of excitement,� the curly-haired 
blonde said to the man.  �Again, you are commanded not to spill.  Kerry is 
going to put you into his mouth.  He is well-trained for it.  I have owned 
him for several months now.  Do not protest,� Elgina said, lifting a hand.  
Poor Steven!  In his stiffened state he could not escape from the young 
man�s suddenly uplifted hands.  A moment later Steve was captured, the 
young boy drawing him toward his open mouth.  Clarissa and Brittney 
sighed.  Shocked, they watched as the young lifeguard popped Steven with 
practised grace into his mouth.  Steven let out a howl.  But a moment later 
it was replaced by an involuntary sigh of pleasure, and a shudder, as the 
young lifeguard sucked him.
         �Does it feel good, Steven?� Elgina asked.
         �It--  Oh, God!� Steven said.
         �Stop!� Elgina commanded.  The youth let go of Steven, and pulled 
back his face.  Steve wobbled on the air.  Elgina gazed at his cock.
         �You have come to the brink more quickly than even when I was 
fondling you,� Elgina said to the man.
         �I-- I did not expect--� Steven said.  His face was haggard.
         �You didn�t expect to find yourself in a handsome young man�s 
mouth,� Elgina said.  �So the forbidden nature of it gives you even more 
excitement.  I understand,� she smiled.
         �No-- It�s--� Steven began, but the hopeless look that came over his 
face showed that he knew Elgina�s words to be true.
         �And now you will do the same for my young lover,� Elgina said.  �On 
your knees, Steven!�
         �No!� Steven gasped.
         �All is freedom here, Steven,� Elgina said.  �Get on your knees.  
Reciprocate.�
         To giggling laughter from the girls, Steven obeyed.  He didn�t know 
what he was doing.  He was hard, he was desperate to cum.  His dick 
seemed to burn with desire and impulsively he leaned forward, almost 
vengefully, and took hold of Kerry.  As he grabbed the young man fear 
showed in the boy�s eyes.  Steven seemed to want to hurt him, he seemed 
jealous of him.  That Elgina grabbed both the boy�s wrists, at the same 
time, and pulled them behind his back, only added to the lad�s sense of 
terror.  But Steven, despite his anger at having to put up with the boy, was 
not going to take it out on the young man�s dick.  He was not that mean, no 
matter how jealous he might feel.  To his own surprise, he put his mouth 
around the crown of the boy�s penis, feeling its bulge distend his lips as 
he fit the large member into his mouth.  It was a big thing, a thing to be 
proud of.  His own cock hung hungrily down below as he began sucking on 
the lad.  Elgina laughed.  Her laughter was joined by that of Clarissa and 
Brittney.
         �Oh, it�s so beautiful,� Steven heard Clarissa say.
         �Yes!� Brittney chimed.
         �Do not cum in his mouth,� Elgina warned the young man, as a 
shudder convulsed his muscular body.  Elgina�s voice caused Steven to 
draw back.  He gazed at the boy�s prick.  His own saliva was now on the 
oiled crown, making it gleam.  Steve could taste the oil that had been 
rubbed all over the boy on his tongue, in his mouth.  He licked his lips, 
trying to get rid of the taste.  He tasted something else too, and knew the 
boy must have tasted the same from him:  pre-cum.
         �I�ll never live this down,� Steven said.  He still held the boy and 
now he twisted the boy�s dick, gently, smiling as the boy let out a cry.  
�Did I hurt you?� Steven asked, looking up at the young man�s face.
         �Not-- not really,� the boy admitted.
         �This is weird.  And yet somehow interesting,� Steven said.  He gave 
the boy�s cock another slight twist.  It was like playing with a big grocery 
store summer sausage, testing the meat, seeing if it was fresh.
         �Oooh!� the boy said.
         �You�re young enough to be my son, you know that?� Steven asked.  
He looked at the boy�s dick.  �You�ve grown well,� Steven said.
         �That�s it, be free with it,� Elgina told Steven.  �He is not as close 
to spending as you are and can take more.  Give it to him!�  But Steven let 
go of the boy.  As the boy�s freed penis wobbled, Steven stood up, his own 
endowment wiggling stiffly with the motions of his body.
         �No.  That�s enough,� Steven said as he stood.
         �Then we must have some wine,� Elgina said, when she saw that the 
cause, or any furtherance of it, was lost.  �To get rid of the aftertaste, 
hmmm?�  She grinned slyly at Steven.  He blushed.  The boy was blushing 
too, as much as Brittney and Clarissa had when they had realized they�d 
kissed.
         �Get the wine,� Steven growled to Elgina.  She went to the bar.  
Quietly, her back to them, she mixed grape juice in with the wine.  She did 
not want her guests drunk.  She wanted them to know what they were 
doing and to realize the perversion of it.  Turning to them she served each 
of them, one at a time.  She gave each guest a kiss as she handed off the 
wine.  They drank it, Steven especially wanting at that moment to be 
drunk, to forget what he had done.  But later they realized that it had been 
only lightly alcohol-flavored grape juice.
         �I have a new toy I would like you girls to try,� Elgina said, when 
they had drunk their wine.  Kerry, already guessing what she had in mind, 
went to the curtain.
         �What else do you have back there?� Steven asked.  There was 
suspicion in his voice.  The last thing they needed was another boy.  
Especially since the first one had somehow induced Steven to suck his 
dick.
         �You�ll see,� Elgina said.  Kerry drew back the curtain.  He drew it 
back so that it stayed back, drawing it all the way across the room, 
revealing a second room beyond.
         �Oh!  What is that?� Brittney gasped.  Steven gazed at what had been 
hidden behind the curtain.  It was a see-saw, as Brittney quickly declared, 
crying,
         �Oh my!  It�s a see-saw!�
         �Yes!� Clarissa agreed.  And it was, but one made of metal, not wood.  
There were a few additions also:  a metal post stuck up from the middle of 
the see-saw.  Stretching out from the post, along either side of the see-
saw, was a pole.  Hanging down from the pole at each end of the see-saw 
was a pair of leather cuffs.  The effect was as if one were looking at a 
pair of brackets back to back:  _][_.  The lower, longer portion of the 
brackets was the see-saw.  The upper, shorter parts were the extended 
metal poles with the cuffs dangling down.
         Brittney ran to the see saw.  She sat down on the end of it that was 
closest to the floor, the other end being lifted high in the air as she sat.  
�Oh it�s cold!� Brittney remarked as she sat.  Above her head, the leather 
cuffs hanging down from the post wiggled.
         �You do not sit on it facing inward,� Elgina told Brittney.  �Turn 
around.  Sit on it the other way, facing out.�
         �Oh!� Brittney said.  Looking puzzled, she turned around.  She sat 
down again, beneath the cuffs, seating her bare bottom on the metal end of 
the see saw.  Again she remarked at how cold it was.
         �Yes,� Elgina said.  �It�s metal you�re sitting on.  That�s why it�s 
cold.�  Brittney shivered.  Sitting backwards on the thing, she had to 
squeeze her thighs close together, for there was yet more to the see-saw:  
from either end of it protruded two stretcher-like legs, as one might find 
sticking out from the end of a gynecologist�s table.
         Elgina walked up to the see-saw.  Kerry joined her.  Together the two 
of them urged little Brittney to lift her legs.  They had her put them into 
the stretcher-like extensions sticking out from the end of the see-saw.  
The effect was that Brittney, still sitting on the see-saw, now had her 
legs sticking out in front of her.  Elgina and Kerry used straps to buckle 
the girl�s legs to the extensions.  The extensions stuck out in the shape of 
a V, so that Brittney, now strapped into them, stared down at herself with 
her legs spread.
         �I look like a slut,� Brittney said.  And indeed she did, sitting there 
on the end of the metal see-saw, with her legs spread before her.  Elgina 
laughed and lifted the girl�s hands.  She stretched her arms high and Kerry, 
reaching up, buckled the girl�s hands into the leather cuffs dangling over 
her head.  Brittney�s breasts wiggled as she sat helplessly on the end of 
the see-saw, facing out, her legs spread stiffly before her and her arms 
stretching high.  Elgina lifted a strap and buckled it around the girl�s 
waist.  Then she hung something up between Brittney�s hands, plugging it 
into one of the cuffs.
         �What is that?� Brittney asked.  She looked up.  It was a box, with a 
red button on it.  She grabbed it.  She pressed the button.  �Yooowheee!� 
Brittney cried.  As she pressed the button the end of the see-saw suddenly 
lifted up.  It flung itself high into the air, lifting her with it.  At the same 
time, the other end of the see-saw, which no one was sitting on, came 
down to within a foot of the floor.
         �Yes.  You can make yourself go up with that,� Elgina told the girl.  
Brittney squirmed on the end of the see-saw, her legs sticking out in front 
of her, buckled into the stretcher-like extensions.  Her hands were still 
trapped way above her.  Clinging to the box, she pressed the red button 
again.  But this time nothing happened.
         �Hey!  How do I come down?� Brittney asked.
         �Clarissa will sit on the other end and you�ll come down when she 
presses her button.  She will go up,� Elgina said.
         �Oh!� Brittney said.  She turned her head.  She looked at the brunette, 
who was standing near Steven.  �But-- but what if she doesn�t do it?� 
Brittney asked.
         �Oh, she will, don�t worry,� Elgina said.  She turned to the brunette.  
�Would you like to try?� Elgina asked.
         �Sure,� Clarissa replied.  She went to the see-saw.  She sat down 
backwards on it, her back towards Brittney�s back.  She gasped at the 
chilliness of the seat.  She put her legs in the stretcher-like extensions.  
She lifted up her arms.  Elgina and Kerry buckled her in.  Playfully Clarissa 
tried to catch Kerry�s stiff cock in her mouth as the boy put the straps on 
her.  When both girls were tied in, Elgina gave Clarissa a box.  The girl 
pressed her red button.  Her end of the see-saw went up.  Brittney�s came 
down.
         �Oh, it�s fun but the seat is so cold!� Clarissa said, still shivering a 
little.  �Do you have any way to warm it?�
         �As a matter of fact I do,� Elgina said.  She nodded to Kerry.  The boy 
walked over to the chest of drawers, where the wine bottles sat.  He 
opened one of the drawers in the chest and took out two candles.  He took 
out matches also, and two candle holders.  The holders were made of 
silver.  He went over to the see-saw.  He put a candle under each end of the 
see-saw.  The see-saw did not touch the floor at either end, the seats only 
coming down to within a foot of the floor.  There, in the foot of space 
under each seat, he now lit one of the candles.  Brittney�s seat was 
closest to the floor, Clarissa being high in the air.  For a moment Brittney 
looked puzzled, watching as Kerry, standing erect again, blew out the 
match he�d used to light the candles.  The boy grinned.  A moment later 
Brittney felt her seat begin to warm.  The candle�s flame was doing it.  At 
first Brittney sighed with relief as she felt her seat�s temperature rise.  
Then, to her sudden alarm, she felt the seat grow hotter still.  There was 
no way to control how hot the upward licking flame might make her end of 
the see-saw, or her bottom!
         �Yeehooch!� Brittney cried.  She pressed her red button.  To her relief 
her end of the see-saw suddenly jerked upward.  But Clarissa�s came down.  
At first the brunette couldn�t complain; coming close to her own candle, 
she felt the chilly metal end of the see-saw where she was sitting grow 
warm.  But then it grew downright hot, and Clarissa, becoming 
uncomfortable, pressed the red button on the box she clutched in her hand.
         �Yeeek!  Nooooo!� Brittney cried.  For as Clarissa went up, giving 
relief to her too-warm behind, Brittney came down.  And so now everyone 
but the two hapless girls began to laugh.  For each time Brittney pressed 
her button, freeing her own bottom from the flame, Clarissa came down.  
And each time Clarissa quickly pressed her button to get away from the 
flame, Brittney came down instead!
         �Yooooch!�
         �Yeeek!�
         �Ooooch!�
         �Stop!� the girls cried.  Neither could relieve herself without 
bringing agony to the other.  And, as their seats grew hotter still, both 
were quite willing to give the other girl the flame.  Their kisses, so 
recently shared, were utterly forgotten as each girl roasted the other�s 
behind.
         �Help!  Get us off!� both girls cried as they realized their 
predicament.  
         �You must do it yourself,� Elgina said.  �Piss, and if your urine, 
running down, doesn�t manage to put out the flames I will have Kerry pee 
on the candles for you.�
         �Oh I cannot!� Brittney cried.
         �No!  No!� Clarissa moaned.
         �Would you like more to drink?� Elgina asked.  Laughing, she had 
Kerry go to the chest sitting at the base of the dresser.  He opened it and, 
digging deep, pulled from its depths a bottle of champagne.  He came over 
to the girls and popped the cork.  Champagne spurted out; he began pouring 
the fluid into Brittney�s gasping mouth.  The girl screamed, for the 
champagne was very cold.
         Steven couldn�t help himself.  He grabbed his turgid cock as he 
watched what the boy was doing to the girls.  Randily he frigged himself 
as Kerry, his own penis hard as stone, squirted cold champagne into the 
girls� mouths.  He was careful to keep the bottle pressed close to their 
lips so that not too much ran down onto their bodies.  It might douse the 
candle flames, and that was their job, not his.  At the same time Clarissa 
and Brittney kept up the motion of the see-saw, desperately moving it.  
Neither wanted to be stuck over her candle.
         �Ooooch!�
         �Whoooch!�
         �Gooo!�
         �Whooo!� the girls cried.  Suddenly, in desperation, Clarissa managed 
to pee.  Yellow fluid sprung from her dell, running down along the seat she 
was sitting on.  As she pressed her button and flung herself into the air, 
the motion of her end of the see-saw caused her pee to go flying off the 
end of her seat.  Some of her pee hit her candle flame and suddenly it 
sputtered and went out.  But that still left Brittney�s candle glowing, and 
as the girl felt her seat come down she let out a howl.
         �No!  I can�t!� Brittney cried.  She gaped at Kerry, her own spread 
legs offering nothing but the moisture of her excitement.  �Pee on mine, 
Kerry, pwease!� Brittney shouted in desperation.
         �No, you must do it,� Elgina told the girl.  She reached out and 
followed the girl�s dell, despite the continued motion of the see-saw, 
tickling the girl�s pussy with her fingertips.  �Pee!� Elgina urged.  
Suddenly Brittney did pee, to a great embarrassed sigh of relief from 
herself, but to her dismay she was not so lucky as Clarissa:  her pee 
somehow managed to miss the flame of her candle.
         �Enough!� Steven cried.  He was on the brink and felt embarrassed as 
he knew he couldn�t stop himself from cumming.  He rushed forward, 
saving his pride and his little girlfriend at the same time.  Vigorously 
rubbing his swollen dick, he ejaculated.  What didn�t hit Brittney flew 
down near her candle; and then, as Steve swung himself about, moving his 
penis like a fire hose, he struck pay dirt.  Brittney�s candle went out.  
Elgina, observing the male shower, frowned in disapproval.  Suddenly 
Kerry, seeing a chance for his own relief, began frigging himself.  A 
moment later he was spurting too, his ejaculation surging forth just as 
Steven�s began to peter out.  Together the two males finished themselves.  
As they grew limp afterward Brittney sighed her thanks.  But Elgina had 
one more trick up her sleeve, and this time neither man would be able to 
offer salvation.
         It was awful.  It was exciting.  A portion of each girl�s seat was 
removed from under her bottom.  Sticking a finger up through the hole, 
Elgina oiled each girl�s nether hole.  Then she attached a long metal cage 
to the underside of each hole.  Within each cage, suspended under each 
girl�s seat, was a spring-loaded dildo.
         �Now when you press your button, lifting up your end of the see-saw, 
you will give the other girl a quarter-inch of a dildo,� Elgina explained to 
the two hapless teens.  They gaped at her, unable to believe this new twist 
to their already unpleasant situation.  Their bottoms were red from 
sitting on the too-hot seats:  indeed, both metal seats were still 
uncomfortably warm, even though the candles had been put out.
         �Perhaps they�ve had enough,� Steven said.  But as he felt himself 
grew erect again he knew he couldn�t stop this new game.  It was just too 
wonderfully bizarre, watching two underage girls stick each other in their 
virgin behinds with dildos!
         �No!  I cannot!  I�ve never let anyone have me there!� Clarissa wailed.
         �Me neither!� Brittney said.  She cast her eyes to Steven, but he only 
smiled.
         �Too late, girls!  You�re going to get it now!� Elgina said.  �Imagine!  
You�re going to fuck each other!  And I�m sure you both thought that was 
quite impossible!�
         And so the awful game proceeded.  Each girl, pressing her button, 
lifted up her own end of the see-saw, but in so doing gave her companion a 
quarter inch of penis.  This game was worse than the candle game:  there 
was no relief from the dildos.
         �Yeeek!  My bottom!� Brittney cried.
         �Oh no!  Please don�t-- NO!� Clarissa shouted.
         �Oook!  You�re doing me AGAIN!� Brittney wailed in turn.
         �No!  Not more!� Clarissa yelled.
         Up and down the see-saw went, each girl plugging the other�s butt 
more and more deeply, while she endured the penetration of her own.  
Finally the two of them realized that if they simply stopped moving the 
see-saw, they could save themselves.  This was not like the candle game 
in that their seats would get more and more uncomfortable with the 
passage of time.  And so the motion of the see-saw ceased, with Brittney 
high up in the air, a good three inches of penis stuffed up into her ass, and 
Clarissa suffering the same amount in her own bottom.  Tears ran down 
both girls� faces.  But they were not crying openly, like little children, for 
they were just old enough to realize how wonderfully sensuous it all was, 
even if their bottoms hurt like the dickens.
         �Ah, you have finally overcome what the candles programmed you to 
keep doing, that is, moving the see-saw,� Elgina smiled.  �Good, girls.  I�m 
glad you learned to use your heads.  Now I could fit you out with still two 
more dildos, and guess where those would be placed?�
         �No!  Not in my pussy!  I�m a virgin!� Brittney pleaded.
         �So am I!� Clarissa gasped.
         �What?  Two virgins, and such circumstances you girls have gotten 
yourselves into,� Elgina laughed.  �Undo them, gentlemen.  And I�ll happily 
take bets that neither girl still has her hymen by morning.�
         �I�ll second that,� Steven said.  He was stiff again.  The spectacle of 
the girls fucking each other had done it to him.  
         �Yeah,� Kerry agreed.  He too was hard.  And so the girls were taken 
down from the see-saw, but misgiving showed in their eyes, despite being 
freed from it, for both men were eager to get at them.
         Pee stained the girls� thighs.  Shit could be seen in their 
bottomcracks, where the dildos had urged them to give forth from their 
guts.  Nonetheless both men, hard as stone, led the girls immediately to 
the big bed that had been waiting all this time in the bedroom, since they 
had first sat down on it.  Elgina laughed.  She was eager to see the young 
virgins come to terms with their naughtiness, to pay the price, as it were, 
for allowing themselves to attend such a party.  And all might have gone 
just then, both cherries being popped, had not a person come in through the 
bedroom door.  It was a young woman, with lovely shoulder-length brown 
hair and gorgeous big tits that made Steven�s mouth water even as he 
mounted Brittney�s small body.  Underneath him the youngster made ready 
to receive him, spreading her legs and looking up at him with both 
expectation and fear.  He could feel her soft belly, flat and smooth, as his 
erect cock came down hard against it, pressing upon it like some big 
fleshy rebar.  He had only to leverage himself downward, spread her lips 
with his fingers and push himself in.  He was already wet.  Pre-cum 
drooled into a pool on her belly.  His seed filled her small belly button and 
overflowed it.  She was wet too, from her excitement, even from the pee 
she had made, sitting on the see-saw.  Steven paused, looking at the girl 
with the wondrous tits, Brittney�s own pair just underneath him, his ribs 
crushing against them now, pressing them down, as he arched over his 
love.
         �Della�s about to take a dildo up her virgin ass,� the girl with the 
shoulder-length hair announced.  �Come and see!�
         �Oh, we have had that already,� Brittney answered.  Her voice was 
smug, petulant, and she arched her hips a little now as Steven drew his 
penis snake-like down her tummy.  But Steven, hovering over Clarissa, had 
enjoyed months of training at the hands of Elgina.  He knew the value of 
patience, of delay.  And so he sprang up, despite his need, his sperm aching 
to be released, and took Clarissa�s hand in his own as he did so.
         �Let�s go see,� Kerry said.  He drew the young ballerina off the bed 
with him.  Elgina flashed him a smile.  He had learned well.  She had 
always told him that it was better to preserve his erection, as best he 
could, than to spend quickly.  The night was young; there was much 
pleasure that a fully-erect male might still enjoy, if he didn�t pop off too 
many times too quickly.
         Clarissa let Kerry take her from the bed.  Her bottom was still sore 
from her earlier penetration.  She wasn�t sure she wanted more.  Then she 
would hurt in two places instead of one.  As Kerry led Clarissa from the 
bed, Steven, on impulse, decided to follow.  He rose up.  He took Brittney�s 
hand.  The young child, her ass still red from the heating it had taken on 
the see-saw, pee staining her legs and shit in her bottomcrack, her 
bottomhole hurting from the dildo, did not protest.  With her hymen still 
intact, despite her arousal, she let Steven lead her to the bedroom door 
and beyond.  It was wonderful to be with him, and with Kerry too, both men 
hard, randy, like dogs on heat but gracefully delaying what must be done to 
the girls.  Elgina followed the four.  She was delighted by the perverted 
sight of the girls� soiled red bottoms, the men visible hard but holding 
back on their passion.
         They reached the living room, where they had first met the other 
guests.  Everyone was naked now.  Two couples were in the throes of 
intercourse, fucking madly despite the presence of the others in the room.  
The brunette with the shoulder-length hair and wonderful tits, who had 
led the five from Elgina�s bedroom, pointed.  There, in the middle of the 
room, between the two couples who were busy fucking, a girl was bent 
over a stool.  She looked like she was about to make a stool of her own, 
her legs slightly bent, her ass bare.  She gripped the front legs of the 
stool, her belly pressed against its cushioned top, anxiety in her eyes as 
she now looked back over her shoulder at the newcomers.  Behind her stood 
her boyfriend.  However despite his nudity, despite his erection, he held in 
his hand a gleaming big dildo.  It was larger than that which the girls had 
taken on the see-saw, and in seeing it little Brittney, who had been so 
self-assured in the bedroom, clapped a hand to her own naked bottom.
         �Oh, she can�t take that!  It�s too big!� the young girl announced.  
Elgina laughed.
         �Yes, it is bigger than the ones you and Clarissa had,� Elgina said.  
�Yours were training dildos, because you�re both new to this and minors.  
But Della has turned 19 this week.  She is ready for a full adult-sized 
penis up her behind.  Indeed she has kept delaying her lover, refusing him.�  
Elgina turned to the brunette with the shoulder-length hair.  �How is it 
that Johnathan persuaded Della to take what she needs tonight?�
         �There was a bet,� the brunette smiled.  �Della agreed to it and lost.  
Now she must take what�s coming to her.�
         �Very good,� Elgina said.  She walked up to the girl hunched over the 
chair.  She stroked her hair, which was blonde, tumbling down and half-
covering her face in front.  �You have needed this for some time now,� 
Elgina said to the girl.  �And I don�t want your lover to spare you.  In fact, 
I want him to tear you.  He should shove it right in, paying no attention to 
the fact that he stands a good chance of ripping the lining of your mucosa.  
It is necessary; it would be good punishment.  You have denied him for too 
long.�  Elgina looked at the young man with the dildo.  The thing had 
already been oiled, but the brunette with the shoulder-length hair, who 
Steven later learned was named Julie, walked up to it and picked up a 
bottle of ointment off a coffee table.  She oiled the dildo some more, pity 
showing in her eyes as she looked at Della waiting hunched over the stool.
         �It will tear her, if I shove it up her,� Johnathan, Della�s lover, said.
         �Yes!  Tear her,� Julie agreed.  A kind of perverse delight showed in 
her eyes.  Her mouthwatering tits jiggled as she added more oil to the 
dildo.  She gazed at Della�s behind, everyone did now, even the two couples 
who were just finishing their act of intercourse.  It was a lovely plump 
white bottom, well-formed, apple-round, split up the middle most 
delightfully, the skin gleaming.  It was tight; despite the girl�s posture 
the halves of her bottomcheeks met as if in some lurid pumpkin-kiss.  The 
sight of the dildo being presented to her behind was wonderfully lewd; it 
was obvious to everyone that the big long thing was going to damage the 
poor girl if it was shoved rudely up such a snug behind.
         �You work as a secretary, do you not?� Elgina asked the hunched-
over young woman.
         �Y-Yes,� Della replied.  
         �You will go to work on Monday a different girl from the one who 
left this afternoon,� Elgina said.  �Your sweet bottom will still hurt from 
what will be done to it tonight.  You will have trouble sitting.  All the men 
in your office, and the women too, will wonder what you were up to this 
weekend.�
         �Perhaps I will stay home,� Della answered.
         �No, you will go to work,� Elgina said.  �I insist.  It will be the final 
and necessary humiliation for you, for denying your lover for so long.  A 
whole year since you turned 18!  And still a bottom-virgin.  My, my,� 
Elgina said.  �I have two girls here who are both still children, and despite 
some misgivings they both took training penises tonight, three inches at 
least, up their asses.  It�s time you got the full thing, shoved right up 
without mercy.�
         �I should never have made that bet,� Della said, her voice trembling 
now, for her lover stepped up close to her and she could feel the heat from 
his body, standing right behind her.  His cock, stiff and long, nudged her 
right cheek.  She let out a yelp.  But everyone only laughed.
         �What bet did you make?� Elgina asked the girl.
         �I- I bet him that he couldn�t pee and hit a glass, get into it I mean,� 
Della answered.
         �I hit the target,� Johnathan replied.
         �Yes!  He filled the glass right up!� Julie said.  �It was my glass.�
         �And did you drink it?� Elgina asked the brunette with the lovely 
tits.
         �Huh?  No,� Julie said.  She cast her eyes down toward the cocktail 
table.  There, sitting innocuously, Steven saw a liquor glass.  It was filled 
to the brim with yellow fluid.
         �Hmmm.  We�ll have to work on that,� Elgina said.  Julie gulped.  
There was more laughter from those watching, for now they could expect 
not just one spectacle, but two!  Standing beside Steven, Brittney gigged.  
But her free hand was placed firmly across the cheeks of her ass, gripping 
the soft warm flesh, as she contemplated the girl bent over the stool.
         �Now shove it in,� Elgina said to Johnathan.  �All in and up her in one 
smooth, vicious stroke.  Do not go easy on her.  I want to see her torn.�  
Elgina reached down and grabbed Della by both her shoulders.  She shoved 
the girl down hard, pressing her flat belly against the bar stool.  Behind 
Della, as the girl let out a scream, her lover shoved the thing in his hand 
suddenly forward.  There was an increase in the pitch of the young 
woman�s voice as she felt the rude instrument push with sudden swiftness 
into her tight-clenched cheeks.  Her lover was strong, muscular.  He 
overcame her resistance with the force of his entry, and as he did so 
Della�s voice screamed with an intensity that made those in the room 
want to cover their ears.  However the first thrust did not lodge the thing 
all the way; Johnathan gave it several more pushes, each one shoving the 
fake prong deeper and deeper up Della.  At last it was in; Della screaming, 
Elgina holding her down.  A cheer went up; there was clapping.  Della 
slumped on the stool, feeling the thing deep inside her, knowing, amidst 
her pain, that she had lost the battle.
         �There.  You have it now,� Elgina said, still holding the girl.  Della 
began to cry.  Standing behind her, Julie smirked and reached out and 
touched the end of the dildo with the tip of her finger.  The nudge was felt 
deep in Della�s guts, the thing moving slightly inside her.  She let out a 
new scream.  There was more laughter, more clapping.
         �Do not remove it right away,� Elgina said to Johnathan, who seemed 
to want to do that now as his girlfriend sobbed in front of him.  Julie drew 
back her finger.  With her hand she clasped Johnathan�s, which was 
reaching forward.  �Leave it in her,� Elgina said.  �If the movements of her 
body begin to work it out, shove it back up her.  I want her to have it all 
night.  If I had my choice she would report to work on Monday with it still 
in her, a chain around her waist to keep it in place.  Indeed, let�s put a belt 
around her right now-- something to keep the thing in place no matter 
what else we might require of her this evening.�
         And so it was done, a sort of chastity belt being found, and affixed 
so that Della�s denouement could not be undone, the belt crossing around 
her waist and running between her legs, holding the awful dildo in place.  
Despite the girl�s squirmings, once she was let up from the stool, the 
dildo could not be removed, or even the pressure of it relieved.  There was 
a lock built into the belt.  It assured that everything stayed as it was.  Her 
lover kept the key.  When she asked him to unlock her, he only laughed.  
Occasionally blood could be seen seeping from around the end of the dildo 
protruding from Della�s behind.  It was wiped away with tissue, by one of 
the females.  No mention was made of it.  It was necessary, part of the 
price to be paid by a virgin who had waited too long.
         �There are many delightfully awful things that can be done to the 
human body,� Elgina explained later to Brittney.  She had retreated with 
her to a bathroom, to bathe, Steven and Clarissa joining them.  Kerry 
stayed behind in the living room to entertain the guests with his penis.
         �What sort of things?� Brittney asked.
         �Well, take Kerry, for instance,� Elgina said.  �He has a large cock, 
don�t you think?�
         �Yes!� Brittney said.  �But Steven�s is just as big.�
         �Yes, but Steven is a full-grown man,� Elgina said.  �Kerry is 16, 
although he looks older.  However for his age his cock is very big.  It can 
be a source of pleasure for me, as it has been many times.  But think how 
fun it can be to torture it too.  In fact I am training him to accept 
torture,� Elgina said.  �I am having a special rape rack built where he will 
be tied and tortured for hours on end, never permitted to spend, and 
punished if he does.  Imagine his big cock tormented like that!�
         �Ooooh!� Brittney said.
         �I would like you to put yourself in my hands,� Elgina said.  �You and 
Clarissa.  You are both still virgins, and the more I think on it the more I 
come to believe that we could have some grand things happen.  Of course 
Steven would have to give his permission,� Elgina said, looking at the man.  
�What do you think, Steven?  Would you be willing to trade your sole 
possession of this lovely young virgin for a cornucopia of pleasure?�
         �What sort of pleasure?� Steven asked, his cock sticking up through 
the foam that layered the surface of the bathwater they were sitting in.
         �A half dozen young ladies, all to yourself for a week, at my private 
residence in Paris,� Elgina said.  Steven arched an eyebrow.  �Yes I have a 
house in Paris too,� Elgina told him.  �I have a small modeling agency 
there.  The girls will cooperate if I ask them too.�
         �Why should they?� Steven asked.
         �Because in reality it is not much of a modelling agency at all, a 
complete failure in that respect,� Elgina said.  �I import young women 
from Hungary, the Czech Republic, Russia, places like that.  They are given 
training in satisfying men.  If you went to Paris I could arrange for the 
girls to keep you for a week.  Two weeks, even!  Nothing but you and my 
half-dozen girls.  You will find no virgins among them, but they are quite 
new to love.  I have a manger who procures new girls as the older ones 
find men to marry, and such things.  What do you think?� Elgina asked 
Steven.  The man looked at Brittney.  She was biting her lower lip, a kind 
of puzzled, hopeful look on her face.  Suddenly she blurted,
         �But who will get me?�  Elgina looked at the girl. She smiled.
         �We will just have to see, darling,� Elgina said.
         �I don�t know...� Steven said.  
         �Agree to it!� Elgina urged.  �Imagine, two weeks of nothing but 
solid passion.  And only your cock to entertain a half-dozen females.  I�ll 
make it three weeks, then, all expenses paid!�  Steven looked at his penis.  
It twitched in the water, bath foam resting on its tip that stuck up beyond 
the water�s surface.
         �Who do I get tonight?� Steven asked.
         �Who do you want?� Elgina asked.
         �I want Brittney,� Steven said.  �And Clarissa and you, and that girl 
in the other room too, what was her name?�
         �Which one?� Elgina asked.
         �The girl with tits as beautiful as yours and Brittney�s,� Steven 
said.
         �Oh.  Julie,� Elgina answered.  �Yes, I will see to it that you have 
both Julie and myself.�
         Steven thought a moment.  He gazed at his cock as he thought and 
then he said, looking at Brittney,
         �What do you think?� 
         �I don�t mind,� Brittney answered.  Clarissa�s hand had strayed 
between her legs, under the water�s foam-laden surface, and at that 
moment the girl was getting fingered in a place that made her dizzy.
         �Alright,� Steven said.  He looked at Elgina.  �But I�ve just thought of 
a totally perverse thing I want you and Julie to do for me,� Steven said.  
Elgina shivered, despite the heat of the bath.
         �If you insist,� she said.
         Later, Steven stood naked in Elgina�s bedroom.  The woman and Julie 
sat on the bed, gazing up at the man.  He looked at them and said,
         �I want you both to make love to each other.  And as you�re doing it, I 
want you to think of this:  when you are finished, I�m going to fuck you 
both up the ass.  Hard, as hard as Della got it.�
         �Oh shit,� Julie said.  But Steven insisted, and so Elgina embraced 
the young woman and they began to make love.
         On Monday, Steven arrived in Paris.  The house with the half-dozen 
girls was waiting for him.  They were elegantly dressed, in stockings and 
garters and little white bras, and panties that barely covered the cracks 
of their bottoms.  Steven tore into them like a madman.

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