Pretty Little Teasers
By Neverlander
(c) October 2006

Part 4

* * * * *

Lucas wandered around the city for a while, thinking about the scene he 
had seen earlier, with the sleeping girl.  It had excited him so much, 
and the way it had brought back memories of Erin in such vivid detail 
surprised and disturbed him.  He must really have been in love with her 
- or at least with her body, which had totally obsessed him when they 
lived under the same roof.  There was no possibility of a relationship 
between them - he was married to her mother, for goodness sake! - and 
Erin was thirteen, while he was in his thirties.  But that didn't make 
any difference to his cock - it wanted her, and that was that.  So the 
marriage broke up, although his wife never understood the underlying 
reasons.

And now here he was, years later, once again addicted to little girls, 
and their tantalizing bodies.  Surfing for young girls on the internet, 
he had again fallen into the same obsession, the same urgent, worrying 
need to see them undress that he used to experience when he peeked at 
Erin in the shower - nothing excited him more than watching her undress 
before getting into the shower, and then waiting for her to emerge from 
behind the curtain at the end.  In a way, it was worse now.  Erin had 
been totally oblivious to his passion for her; these girls, on the 
other hand, knew very well that he (and other men like him) lusted for 
them, and they went out of their way to entice and tantalize their 
viewers, deepening their addictions deliberately.  It was good 
business, and Lucas bitterly acknowledged that they had him by the 
balls - and by his cock, and his heart and soul.

He arrived home late and spent a sleepless night, restless and 
desultory, as he struggled with his dilemma: how was he ever going to 
break away from his erotic obsession for young girls?  Did he in fact 
want to?  Could he live without that excitement?  He finally fell 
asleep towards dawn, and slept until noon.

The next day was warm and sunny, and he felt better.  He went downtown 
again, and decided to pick up a book he'd been wanting to read.  He 
went to the bookstore in the below-street mall complex.  This was 
probably a mistake, because he immediately found himself being drawn to 
the young, provocatively dressed girls who congregated there in large 
numbers.  Girls in tight jeans and revealing shorts, girls without 
bras, their nipples showing clearly through their t-shirts, or in cut-
off tops that fluttered loosely over their bare midriffs, promising 
delicious views of their breasts if only you could get low enough.  
There was even a group of catholic school girls in their uniforms, 
tripping along in short skirts, vapidly licking ice cream cones, as if 
they were acting out a script written by a depraved pedophile!  Lucas 
noticed all this and the temptation was strong to remain among this 
tantalizing throng and be teased silly by them, but he decided, no - it 
was time to get a grip on himself, to change the mindless habits that 
caused him to waste his time in frustrated desire and masturbation.  He 
took his book and left the mall for the open air.  He climbed the hill 
to the park, and alternated walking briskly and sitting on benches to 
read.  This is good, he thought; I'm going to change and take charge of 
my life.  There will be no more obsessing over little girls, no more 
surfing - no more "Pretty Little Teasers."  It was time to stop, cold 
turkey.

* * * * *

Dinner that night was a merry affair, but there was a touch of sadness, 
too, since this was the last night that the group would be together.  
The next morning everyone would be returning home, taking with them 
happy memories of "camp".  The kids were laughing and in high spirits, 
and Marina even tolerated a minor food fight that broke out between 
Tommy, Missy and Dani.  The highlight of the festivities was when the 
kids presented Jean with a poster that the younger girls had drawn with 
crayons, and which all of them had signed.  It depicted Jean with a 
camera, surrounded by a semi-circle of the little models, all striking 
what the young artists had valiantly, if inexpertly, tried to present 
as sexy poses.  Each carefully scrawled figure bore an identifying 
hallmark - Missy, for example, was shown with bright red hair, and Ciel 
sported impossibly large breasts.  Everyone laughed, and Jean was 
genuinely touched, although she realized that except for showing it to 
her partner when she got home, this was a piece of art that would have 
to be hidden away from public view, to be shared only with a select 
few.

After dinner, when the kids had gone off for their last evening of play 
together, Marina took John out onto the deck.  The air was mild, and 
remnants of a pastel sunset remained hanging over the lake.  Marina was 
silent for a few moments, and then spoke hesitantly.

"John," she said slowly, "I need to ask another favor of you.  Please 
feel free to say no, but this is something that would help me a lot if 
you felt you could do it."

John put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze.  "You know 
I'd do anything for you - please, tell me how I can help."

"Well," Marina went on, "Ciel is being such a pain.  She's been nagging 
and pestering me for days, and she's the kind of kid who simply will 
not let a thing go once she's got it into her head that she wants it.  
She can really be insufferable."

She paused, and looked out over the lake, shaking her head.

John waited for her to go on.  "And...?" he prompted.

"Well, what she wants is - oh, John, she wants to do a special with 
you!  I told her that we're all done for the week, and that Jean has to 
pack up the equipment tonight, but she won't listen.  She can be such a 
bitch when she digs her heels in about something, and her tantrums are 
not pleasant.  When Ciel's not happy, no one is.  Oh, I know it's 
asking a lot on your last night here, but it would solve so many 
problems if you could see your way clear to doing this for me!  Do you 
think you could ... please?"

John swallowed and cleared his throat.  "When would this happen?" he 
asked.

"Well, now, maybe in half an hour," Marina said.  "Ciel's so sure 
you'll agree that she's already gone off to change clothes."

John was silent for a minute.  Ciel, fourteen years old, voluptuous, 
sultry, a wicked, maddening tease - Ciel, who sat across the table from 
him lasciviously mouthing a strawberry while she looked into his eyes.  
And now, she wants to...

John coughed and cleared his throat again.  "Well," he said shakily, "I 
suppose I could manage to do that for you, if - if you feel all right 
about it..."

Marina grinned and hugged him.

"Oh, John, thank you!  You can't imagine what a relief this is to me!"  
She kissed him warmly, and arranged to meet him in the studio in thirty 
minutes.

* * * * *

Lucas arrived home in the early evening, with fresh groceries.  It had 
been a long time since he had prepared a decent meal for himself, 
opting in his depressed state for microwave dinners or take-out hastily 
picked up on the way home.  He was feeling good about himself, and he 
wanted to start paying attention to his health again.

In the shower, he thought about his day.  He felt invigorated and 
relaxed by time spent outdoors, and he was determined to return to the 
regular walks in the parks of the city that used to be part of his 
daily routine.  There was no reason for him to remain in the funk of 
depression that had hung over him for the past several weeks.  He would 
become productive, and stop wasting time.

After dinner he took up his book and walked right past the computer to 
the living room.  He was firm in his resolve: no more masturbating over 
young girls, no more surfing for sex.  Sitting down to read, he felt 
strong and confident - this was a new day, and things were going to be 
different from now on.

After reading for a couple of hours, he yawned and stretched, feeling a 
pleasant sleepiness steal over him after his unaccustomed day of fresh 
air.  Going into his bedroom, he undressed and got into bed naked 
between freshly changed sheets.  He sighed and settled down to sleep.

* * * * *

When John arrived at the studio, Marina motioned him aside, putting a 
finger to her lips so that he would be silent.  A video session was 
already in progress, with Ciel posing for Jean, and talking with the 
viewers who were watching her.

"Hi," Marina whispered, once she had pulled John to the other side of 
the studio.  "We're having Ciel do a normal online session first, and 
then we'll try to segue right into the special with you."  John nodded, 
and looked over towards Ciel, who was standing near a table, away from 
the normal posing area.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.  "What should I do?"

Marina pointed to the bed.  "In a little while I want you to go over to 
the bed and get on it.  Ciel will still be doing the photo shoot, and 
she'll go over to join you when that ends."

"OK," John said.  "Do you have whatever it is I'll be wearing?  Is 
there a script?"

Marina handed him a robe.  "Take everything off and put this on," she 
said.  "When you get to the bed you can take the robe off - just try to 
do it quietly."

John looked at her with surprise.  "Take off - everything?" he asked.

"It's not as if we haven't seen you that way before," Marina answered, 
and winked.

John smiled, blushing a little.  "OK," he said, "and once I get there - 
what do I do?"

"What you do," said Marina slowly, "is enjoy whatever it is Ciel 
decides she's going to do with you.  Follow her lead - this is really 
her show.  You have no lines, and your face won't be visible.  Just lie 
back, relax, and have fun..."

* * * * *

Lucas was almost asleep, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness, 
sinking into sleep, sinking, drifting ...

... tantalizing little redhead, parted legs, tight, sheer panties, 
seductive smile ... this is for you, Lucas...

No!  He wasn't going to give in to that again - he was beyond that now.  
He turned forcefully over onto his stomach and closed his eyes tightly, 
struggling to block all thoughts.

... nightgown slowly raised, bikini panties, smooth, puffy mound ...

Lucas groaned, angry with himself now - he should be able to control 
himself!  His penis was pressed under him against the mattress, and he 
could feel it beginning to grow.  Damn!  He turned over onto his back 
again, and lay with his hands held tightly at his sides, his fists 
clenched.

... you know how good this feels ... this is what you wanted to see, 
isn't it ...

He lay on his back, struggling to block memories of adorable little 
girls deliberately teasing and tempting him, coaxing his desire with 
forbidden pleasures held just out of reach.  His hands were rigid at 
his sides, but between his legs his cock was swelling, slowly expanding 
and lengthening upwards along his stomach.  As it moved, its underside 
brushed lightly against the sheet, creating a subtle, insinuating 
pleasure.  Lucas moaned and tried to will his erection down, but it 
continued to grow and rise, pressing more insistently against the 
smooth top sheet.  He was acutely aware of his fully erect penis now, 
tenting upward under the sheet as it tried to rise from his stomach, 
tingling and crying out for attention.  His fists were clenched, as he 
fought the urge to move his hands to his begging cock - it was in a 
state of extreme arousal, and the pleasure would be exquisite if he 
just allowed himself to touch, to fondle, to...

No - he wouldn't give in ... he wouldn't ...

Feeling desperate now, he decided on another strategy - he'd confront 
his lust head on, face it directly and brazen it out.  His cock became 
his adversary, and he had to show it who was boss.

"All right, you little prick," he said, smiling grimly when he realized 
what he'd said.  "So you want some of that, do you, huh?  You like 
those little cockteasers, huh?"  He deliberately thought of the girls 
who excited him most, calling up images of them in his mind, 
remembering their most seductive poses and tantalizing expressions.  
His erection throbbed as it reacted to his taunting, showing clearly as 
it pressed up against the sheet, totally rigid and extended to its full 
length.  He laughed at it mockingly, like a sadistic guard tormenting a 
prisoner.  He would make it suffer for its disobedience.

Spread legs - tight panties - puffy nipples - firm, round bottoms ... 
He dwelt on the maddening images, and sneered at his suffering cock as 
it helplessly reacted to his fantasies.  Suddenly he pulled the sheet 
brusquely aside, and stared down at his erection.  It was red and 
straining, bigger than he had ever seen it, begging for relief.  He was 
exasperated now and becoming angry.  He saw his hopes for personal 
improvement and peace receding into the distance, 

"All right, you son of a bitch," he said roughly, "you want to suffer, 
you'll suffer, oh yes, you will!  I'll teach you to regret what you 
wish for, I'll destroy you, you horny little bastard!  You want it so 
bad, do you?  Well, I'll ram it down your throat so you'll choke on it!  
And you know what?  It's gonna be done by experts..."

Rolling out of bed he staggered shakily into the living room.  His 
engorged penis stood rigidly upright, hardly moving as he stumbled 
across the floor to the computer.  It seemed no longer a part of him; 
it was a separate entity, clinging to him and begging for mercy.  He 
kept his hands away from it - it would get no relief from him.  On the 
contrary, he was going to do everything he could to make its agony 
worse.

He switched on the computer, and while it was booting up he adjusted 
the webcam on its flexible mount to point directly into his lap.  A few 
clicks brought him to the site he wanted.  He knew there was going to 
be a special tonight - just the thing to teach his out-of-control prick 
a lesson: a teasing photo session, followed by underage sexplay ... and 
his cock would remain untouched the entire time.  He smiled cruelly at 
the thought of what was in store for it.

The photo shoot was just starting.  The central window was already 
surrounded by several smaller windows, each with a penis being slowly 
stroked in anticipation of the show that was coming.  Lucas connected 
his own cam, and adjusted the view to be pointing at his cock from 
directly in front and slightly above, so that the full extent of his 
hard-on could be seen, from his balls, up the the shaft, all the way to 
the slit in the swollen head.  He sat back in his chair and waited, 
keeping his hands on the arm rests, far away from his straining member.

The central window showed a room with a sliding glass door.  It was 
dark outside the door, although light from the room illuminated the 
floor of a deck outside.  Presently Ciel appeared, and slid the door 
open.  She entered the room carrying two packages, and closed the door 
behind her.  Lucas recognized her from a special he'd seen before; 
evidently some of the other men recognized her, too, for they began to 
masturbate more intently.

Ciel looked like she had just been shopping, at the mall, apparently, 
since the bags she was carrying bore the logo of a well-know boutique.  
Her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, with curled ringlets hanging 
down in front of each ear.  These, with the hoop earrings she was 
wearing, and her dark eyes, gave her a distinctive Hispanic cast.  She 
was wearing low-cut jeans that were tightly molded to her firm, round 
bottom, the waistline ending two inches below her navel.  Above this, 
her midriff was bare up to a white half-length t-shirt that clung 
tightly to her breasts.  It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, 
since the shape of her erect nipples showed clearly through the thin 
fabric.   Across the front of the shirt was the logo "You Wish!" in 
purple lettering.  She was chewing gum.

Lucas smiled tightly.  He knew what they were doing - and it was 
working.  Images of girls he'd lusted for in the mall came flooding 
back, flagrant little teases very much like Ciel.  His cock was 
quivering.

Ciel put her packages down and walked idly around the room.  The camera 
followed her, focusing on the sinuous movements of her hips and shapely 
bottom.  Every few seconds she would stop and hold a pose, and a flash 
indicated that a photo had been taken.  She turned and the camera 
position dropped to knee level and looked up at her.  She put her hands 
behind her head and posed, smiling seductively.  The abbreviated top 
was being pushed out by her breasts, and the camera was looking up 
under it.  About three inches of the lower half of her high, firm tits 
were clearly visible, and her expression showed that she knew full well 
that the audience wished they could see more.

She lowered her arms and continued to walk around the room.  Retrieving 
her packages from the chair where she had dropped them, she began to 
remove from them various blouses, skirts and underwear.

"The sisters told me that I can't dress like this at school, so I had 
to go shopping for different stuff."  She looked at the camera and 
snapped her gum.  "I don't know what's the matter with what I got on," 
she said.  "The boys at Saint Mary's like it - so do a couple of the 
nuns, I bet, oh yes!"  She wrinkled her nose and grinned, then 
continued pulling out her new clothes.  "Maybe some of this stuff is 
OK," she said, holding up a short plaid skirt.  "You wanna watch while 
I try some of 'em on?"  She looked questioningly into the camera; then 
she grinned.  "Yeah, you'd like that," she said, winking, "wouldn't 
ya?"

She continued looking at her new clothes, holding them up for 
examination, occasionally looking sidelong at the camera.  She looked 
down and smiled, as if she were enjoying a private joke.  Then she 
turned and spoke directly into the camera.

"I know why you're here," she said.  "You're here to get your cock 
hard, aren't you?"  She bit her lower lip and curled a strand of hair 
around her finger.  "Well, you better get that cock out right now," she 
whispered, "'cause I'm gonna tease it real bad.  I'm gonna tease it and 
get it big and hard and aching, just the way you like it."  She looked 
down at the monitor, and at the men who were masturbating for her.  
"That's right," she said softly, "you work on those pricks, get 'em 
nice and hard for me.  You can pretend I'm doing it to you."  She 
watched them stroke for a few moments, enjoying their growing arousal.  
Then her eye was caught by one by in particular - a man was sitting 
with a very stiff, quivering erection, but he wasn't touching it.  She 
raised an eyebrow slightly; she was interested.

She put the new clothes back down on the chair and crossed her arms in 
front of her, starting to remove her top.  Then she looked at the 
camera and grinned mischievously.

"Oh, I don't think so!" she said with a smirk.  "You pervs would just 
love to see that, wouldn't you?  Well, too bad!"  She took up her 
packages again and turned around, walking to a dressing screen near the 
wall.  Stepping behind it, she finished removing her top and threw it 
aside.  The screen was low, about level with her shoulders, and she 
made a show of caressing her breasts - the men could tell what she was 
doing, but couldn't actually see it.  She stuck her tongue out at them 
and giggled.  Then she wriggled out of her jeans and panties, and 
draped them over the screen.  The audience knew she was naked now, but 
couldn't see below her shoulders.

Rummaging through her shopping bags she selected a new outfit.  As she 
produced each article of clothing she held it up for inspection before 
putting it on: a pair of small white cotton panties, cut in bikini 
style; a dark red, lacy demi-bra; a white long-sleeved blouse with 
rounded collar; a pleated plaid skirt, in red tartan; and finally, a 
pair of simple white socks.

She stepped out from behind the screen and posed with a smile, turning 
and slightly raising one knee, her arms raised in a "Ta-da!" gesture.

"There!" she said.  "All dressed up for school - hope those sisters'll 
be happy now."

She did indeed look like a Catholic school girl now, with her 
regulation skirt and demure white blouse - except that the skirt ended 
halfway up her thighs, and the blouse was a size too small, straining 
over her large breasts.  She may have been a student, but she was also 
cock-teasing jailbait.  Ciel obviously knew the effect her new outfit 
would have on the men, and she struck a series of poses designed to 
tantalize and excite them - hands on hips with her breasts jutting out 
- lifting the skirt with a delicate pinch almost to her panties while 
she licked her lips, taunting - bending over to expose panties tightly 
clinging to her ass at the top of creamy thighs, looking over her 
shoulder and pouting.

At one point she looked down at her feet.  "Huh!" she said, putting her 
hands on her hips.  "I forgot to put on my shoes - I can't walk into 
school without shoes, now can I?  'Scuse me for a sec..."

Walking behind the screen she removed a pair of shoes from a box.  They 
were simple lace-up brown oxfords, standard for many school uniforms.  
She went to a chair off to the side and sat down, inserting the laces.

"The sisters say we hafta wear this kind of shoes.  Well, they don't 
have to be all the same, but the thing they can't be is that shiny kind 
of leather."  She put one of the shoes aside and sat back in the chair.  
"They say if we wear shiny shoes then the boys will be able to look up 
our skirts in the reflection, like in a mirror."  As she said this, she 
lifted her left foot and rested its heel on the edge of the chair, 
while she pulled a shoe over her white sock.  Her legs were spread wide 
apart, revealing the crotch of her white panties, stretched tightly 
over her mound.  She looked out at the camera with a puzzled look.

"Can you imagine?" she said.  "Why would boys want to do that?"  Still 
looking into the camera, she raised her right foot onto the chair, and 
pulled on the other shoe.  Both her heels were now raised onto the 
chair seat, and her knees were parted as far as they could go.  The 
thin fabric of the panties pressed into her crotch, barely hiding what 
was underneath.

"I think those nuns are crazy," she said, looking down while she laced 
up her shoes, "they got weird ideas."  When she was done with the laces 
she looked up.  Her hands gripped the edge of the seat while she kept 
her legs spread wide apart.

"I can't think of any reason boys would want to look up my skirt, can 
you?"  She tilted her head quizzically and looked into the camera, idly 
chewing her gum.

Lucas watched as the men surrounding Ciel on his screen set to 
masturbating even harder.  He gripped the arms of his chair; his cock 
was throbbing, crying out for relief.  But he kept his hands away - he 
wanted it to suffer more, much more.

Ciel continued her series of tantalizing poses, occasionally changing 
parts of her costume, sometimes behind the screen, sometimes in full 
view, as when she changed panties under her short skirt, grinning at 
the drooling men as if daring them to catch a peek of her pussy, which 
of course they never got.  And through it all she coaxed them in their 
masturbation, urging them on, letting them know that she enjoyed 
getting them excited.

"That's right," she said, "keep tugging on those big pricks!  Feel good 
doing that while you watch me?  Well, I hope so, 'cause that's the 
closest you're ever gonna get to fucking a girl like me!  But you want 
it so bad, don't you?  Those girls you see comin' home from school, or 
the girls you follow around at the mall, the ones who get your cock 
hard just by looking at them?  Don't you wish you had one of them to 
play with?  Get under her skirt, play with her little tits?  They 
really know how to make you want it, huh?  Just think about having a 
girl like that, playing with your cock the way you're doing now, soft 
little fingers touching you, giggling while she makes your cock jump 
and twitch, fucking you with her tight little pussy.  Ohhhh, just think 
about that, a sweet young schoolgirl to fuck...  You want that, huh, do 
ya?  Well, that's something you're never gonna get - and you know it, 
too, don't you?  Just because those girls like to get you hot and 
bothered when they see you drooling and panting at the mall doesn't 
mean they'd ever let you get into their pants.  They'd never have 
anything to do with jack-off pervs like you!  So all you can do is sit 
there and jerk on your cock and wish, thinking about all the things 
those girls do with their boyfriends but never ever with you..."

"Ohhh you bitch!" Lucas whispered to the screen.  "You really know, 
don't you, you fucking little cock-teaser!"  Ciel's taunting was 
digging deep into his fantasies and frustrations and stirring them up.  
His neglected cock was frantic with desire now, aching and throbbing 
with an overwhelming need for relief, for pleasure - just a single 
touch, please, please...  He was glad; this was just the way he wanted 
it.  He would deny it forever, if he could.

Ciel's background was a mystery; Marina never spoke of it.  The others 
knew only that she lived with her Mom in Montreal, and that her father 
wasn't in the picture, if he had ever been, although there had been a 
step-father for a while.  Mother and daughter were evidently very much 
alike, and Ciel's Mom coached and encouraged her in her work with 
Marina, vicariously enjoying her daughter's performances like any other 
stage-mom.  As for Ciel, all she knew was that she was getting to do 
what she liked best: teasing and tormenting sexually frustrated men.

Finally the photo session was drawing to a close.  Ciel stood with her 
hands on her hips and looked into the camera with a knowing smile.

"Well, I'm getting tired of this now," she said.  She looked at the 
monitor and the men who were still masturbating to her - several had 
been unable to hold back and had already ejaculated.  "But I bet you're 
not tired of what you're doing, are you?  I bet you wish it could go on 
forever, don't you?  Jerking off all day long, driving your cock crazy, 
never getting enough?"  She giggled.  "You're such pathetic perverts!"

She looked into the camera and lifted her hands to cup her breasts, 
squeezing them gently.  Then she reached up and began to unbutton her 
blouse.

"I've got to take these clothes off now and put them away until school 
starts," she said.  "That's really what you've been waiting for, isn't 
it?"  She smiled and licked her lips, then began an excruciatingly slow 
striptease, starting with her shoes and her socks, making her drooling 
audience whimper impatiently as their hands worked away at their stiff 
erections, eagerly anticipating the huge orgasms they'd have when they 
finally got to see her naked.

After what seemed an eternity she was finally down to her underwear, 
sheer white bikini panties and the red half-bra.  She turned her back 
and pushed her panties down as she looked back over her shoulder and 
stuck out her tongue while giving the men a view of her naked, round 
bottom and hour-glass hips.  Pulling the panties back up, she turned 
and started to push them down again as she faced the camera.  She 
hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled down, one side 
and then the other, slowly, teasingly - then stopped, just before her 
pussy was exposed.  Smiling wickedly, she left the panties half down 
and reached up to pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders.  The 
tops of her large breasts were already exposed and jiggling above the 
abbreviated cups of the bra; without the straps, the cups fell 
slightly, exposing still more.  She grasped the bra at the sides and 
began to work it down still further.  Then she stopped again.

"This getting you all worked up?" she asked.  "I hope so.  I hope I'm 
driving your cocks crazy, you dirty old men!"  She laughed derisively 
and played with her bra, pulling it down while covering herself with 
her hands, then pulling it up again.

"Oh," she said, with raised eyebrows, "did you want to see me naked?  
Aw, I'm sorry, but that's only in a special.  You don't know what a 
special is?  Oh, that's where I can show you a lot more" - she pulled 
her brassiere a bit lower down so that her nipples were just starting 
to appear - "and where I get to do stuff that most girls my age don't 
even know about.  I bet you know just what I mean, don't you?"  She 
looked directly into the camera and smiled, running the tip of her 
tongue along her upper lip.  "I'm going to start a special right now," 
she said, "so I guess if you're not signed up you have to go now."  She 
pouted sadly.

Then she seemed to get an idea: her face took on an earnest expression, 
and she spoke in hurried, breathless tones.

"But you know what?  If you hurry and go sign up right now, you can ask 
for the special I'm doing next.  You won't believe what I'm gonna do!  
It'll get you soooo hot!"  She bit her lower lip, anticipating the 
excitement to come.  "Oh my god, you're gonna go crazy, wait'll you 
see!"

But now she frowned, as if another thought had just come to her.

"Oh shoot!  I just remembered - it takes a couple of days to be OK'd 
for a special, so I guess it wouldn't do you any good to sign up if you 
haven't done it already.  Aww, that's too bad isn't it?  I know you'd a 
loved it, and your cock would have, too.  Poor baby!  Well, you can 
catch me in another special.  They'll probably let me do another one 
sometime - maybe..."  She began to massage her breasts, lifting them 
and squeezing them in the brassiere, while she looked sadly into the 
camera with a sympathetic pout.  Then, the men who hadn't signed up saw 
her image replaced with the message "Special in progress...", and they 
were left to deal with their disappointment and frustration as best 
they could.

"Oh, man, you are good, you fucking little tease!"  Lucas throbbed with 
excitement as he imagined the unbearable frustration of the men who had 
just been left high and dry in erotic torment.  What agony they must be 
going through now, swearing and masturbating wildly, hating the girl 
but wanting her back!  He looked down at his own suffering cock, and 
imagined himself in their place, needing so badly what they could never 
have.  He closed his eyes and imagined the sweet, sweet agony of their 
frustrated desire, the nagging, worrying lust that just wouldn't go 
away even after they'd repeatedly jerked themselves off to exhaustion.  
He understood perfectly what they were going through, and imagined it 
was his own cock suffering between the legs of those whimpering men, 
aching for relief that would never come.  He knew what they were 
feeling, knew how a girl like that was able to get inside their 
subconscious and mess up their minds, addicting them to frustrated 
desire forever.  He knew, too, that while they may curse her, deep down 
in their souls they loved the way she made them feel, loved the sick, 
feverish ache of always needing more.  Some of them may not feel that 
way now - but they would.  Agony is an acquired taste.

* * * * *

Lucas waited quietly for the special to begin.  He was congratulating 
himself for having obtained a subscription early, and his anticipation 
was mounting.  He was dying to see more of Ciel - and so was his cock.

When the special started, Ciel was dressed in her school clothes again, 
but she was already starting to take them off, slowly.

"Hi, pervs," she said.  "Little girls get you hot?  That why you're 
here?  Ooooo, you are so nasty!  I'm only fourteen, and you're sitting 
there jerking off to me, getting yourself all worked up over underage 
girls - so pathetic!"  All the while she was speaking she was 
unbuttoning her blouse.  When the last button was unfastened she opened 
the blouse to remove it, thrusting her breasts forward as she did so.  
She smiled at the camera, curling her lip derisively as she tossed the 
blouse aside.

"If you had any self-respect you'd turn off your computer right now and 
pull up your pants - but you won't, will you?  You love it too much - 
you love seeing young girls strip for you and having them tease your 
big throbbing dick, don't you?  Oh yeah, I know what you want - I know 
exactly what you want!"  She licked her lips as she began to pull down 
the zipper on the side of her short plaid skirt.  The skirt fell and 
she stepped out of it.  She put her hands on her hips and looked 
mockingly at her audience, posing in her lacy half-bra and white 
panties.  Then she reached behind her and began working on the clasp of 
the bra.

"I remind you of someone you remember, maybe some cock-teaser in the 
mall, or some girl you used to see in high school, the one with big 
tits who always gave you a hard-on?  Remember her?  Remember how you 
used to jerk off to her in bed at night, wishing you could make it with 
her?  That was back when you were young and maybe had half a chance of 
getting between her legs.  But you never did - and now you never will.  
Awww..."

She pouted as she said this, then grinned tauntingly, as she slowly 
removed the bra and held it cupped over her breasts.  After lingering 
for a few moments, deliberately tantalizing the staring men, she 
removed the bra completely and dropped it on the floor.  Without moving 
her gaze from the camera, she raised her hands to her breasts and began 
to gently massage her nipples, twirling them between thumb and 
forefinger, raising them into puffy erections.  Then she cupped her 
breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them, lifting and 
offering them to the camera, all the while licking her lips slowly and 
elaborately, deliberately provoking the men watching her, stirring 
their lust, taunting and tempting them with her erotic display, coaxing 
them to need her and to masturbate to her.  She could see them in the 
monitor, some vigorously stroking, some twisting their fists slowly 
back and forth on their swollen cocks - except for one, which she 
recognized from the previous photo session.  A solitary penis, rigidly 
erect but still untouched.  It was obviously very excited, but its 
owner was giving it no relief.  She took note of the screen-name.  "OK, 
weirdo," she thought to herself, "we'll see what we can do about you - 
Lucas."

After posing for some minutes in her sheer, white panties, while the 
camera moved in for close-ups between her legs of the tight-fitting 
crotch, she turned her back and began sensuously running her hands up 
and down her hips, in the process gradually pushing the waistband of 
the panties down over her hips and firm, round bottom.  The panties 
fell to her ankles, and she kicked them aside.  She didn't turn around 
immediately, but continued caressing her hips, while the camera moved 
in for a close-up of her voluptuous bottom.

Finally she turned to face the camera, but held her hands between her 
legs, covering herself.  Smiling derisively with half-opened mouth, she 
lifted one hand to rub her breasts from side to side, while the other 
hand remained covering her crotch.

"What's the matter, guys," she whispered, "there something else you 
want to see?  Am I making things hard for you?  I hope so!"  She 
laughed.  "And you love it!"

Then, looking straight into the camera, she put her right index finger 
into her mouth and sucked it gently, moistening it.  At the same time, 
she moved her left hand to reveal her young pussy, soft and pouting 
from between her legs.  Unlike Allison, Ciel kept herself as smooth and 
hairless as a baby through careful use of a razor and depilatories - 
she knew how exciting that was to some men.  Now, she parted the pink 
lips of her vulva and brought her wet finger down between her legs and 
began to move it up and down between the delicate folds of her cleft.  
She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, then frowned slightly and 
moaned as her finger went to the top of her slit and began to move in 
slow circles over her erect clitoris.  Her legs parted a little, to 
make it easier for the men to see what she was doing between her legs.  
She pulled upward on the hood of her clitoris to make sure they got a 
good view of that glistening, pearly bud of pleasure as she teased and 
caressed it.

"I just love masturbating, don't you?" she whispered, looking into the 
camera with a pleading expression.  "Do you like watching me do this 
while you jerk your cock?  I bet you do - I bet it makes you even 
harder."  She closed her eyes and smiled languorously in voluptuous 
ecstasy.  Her pleasure was real, and she became visibly wetter as she 
caressed her pussy in front of the excited men.  To her self-pleasure 
was added the larger excitement of being in control of her drooling 
audience as she manipulated them, toying with their lusts and desires.  
She smiled inwardly at the thought of the torment she had in store for 
them.

She looked down at the monitor.  "That's it," she said, "keep stroking 
your cock, just like that, get it real worked up.  How 'bout you, 
Lucas?  Your cock is so big and hard - go ahead and touch it.  You know 
you want to ... it would feel soooo good!"  She looked down at the 
image of Lucas's quivering erection, and bit her lower lip.

Hearing her speak to him directly as she gazed at his erect penis, 
Lucas felt a surge of excitement that caused his member to buck visibly 
between his legs.  He almost lost his resolve, but then gripped the arm 
rests more tightly.  "Oh god," he whispered, "oh god, I need it, I need 
it so much..."  He looked down at his aching erection - it was a 
tormented prisoner, a victim stretched on the rack.

Ciel continued to pose for her masturbating audience, running her hands 
all over her beautiful body, taunting them with their need, reminding 
them that she was forever out of their reach.

"Ohhh, you need a girl so much, don't you?  A young girl with a sweet 
underage body - is that what you want?  Think of all those girls you 
dreamed about in high school, the cheerleaders who never even looked at 
you, or the girls you drool over now in the mall, or maybe even in your 
own daughter or niece.  Remember how much it teased you when you tried 
to get peeks up their skirts, or when they wore thin t-shirts and no 
bras?  I bet you fantasized about x-ray vision, didn't you, trying to 
see through their clothes?  Aww, poor little perverts, jerking off all 
alone in your beds at night, thinking about those girls, wishing they 
were there stroking you, sucking you, showing you their pretty tits ... 
it's just too funny for words!"  She cupped her breasts from below and 
lifted them to the camera.  "This what you want?" she whispered, 
licking her lips and tweaking her nipples.  "You want a piece of this?"  
She laughed, and stuck out her tongue.  "Too bad!" she said lightly.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, guys," she said as the camera 
moved in for a close-up of her face.  "You know when you're drooling 
over those girls in school or the mall, following them around and 
getting yourself all worked up?  You think they don't even notice you, 
right, they don't know you're there, following them?  Well, they know 
you're there, all right, and they know they're teasing your cocks.  
It's so much fun!  Getting guys all hot and bothered, getting their 
dicks hard and twitching, and they can't do anything about it 'cause 
they're in public!  They know they drive you crazy, and they do it on 
purpose, just for their own amusement.  Me and my friends give each 
other advice on what to wear that'll really get to dirty old men like 
you, then we go to the mall and see how many perverts we can hook, 
teasing them and getting them turned on and drooling.  We really love 
thinking about what that does to your cocks, and how frustrated you 
get."

Lucas was responding powerfully to what she was saying; her words 
opened him up like a key, letting her into his subconscious to destroy 
his willpower and plant images and desires that would soon become 
erotic addictions.  She had him and he knew it.  But it was also what 
he wanted - to be at her mercy and tortured by sexual craving.  His 
hands began to inch towards his cock, which reacted by bobbing to rigid 
attention, anticipating the exquisite pleasure of slow masturbation.  
But he stopped just before reaching out to touch himself, and gripped 
the armrests again.  Droplets of pre-ejaculate had oozed out of the 
slit at the tip of his cock, and were running in slow rivulets down his 
purple glans.  He looked down at his enflamed penis.  "Good," he said 
under his breath.  "She's making it so much worse for you, isn't she? 
... Good."

 "We tell our boyfriends about you guys," Ciel continued, "and we have 
a good laugh.  It turns them on to know that they get what you guys can 
only dream about."  She wrinkled her nose and grinned evilly.  "How 
does that make you feel, huh?"

The camera pulled back and Ciel turned her back to give the men a view 
of her round, firm ass, as she caressed her cheeks and hips sensuously.  
She looked back over her shoulder and continued to taunt and mock them.

"I'll bet you think about that a lot, about what those nasty girls do 
with their boyfriends, what they do to their cocks.  Doesn't it just 
drive you crazy thinking about that?  Think about fucking them - oh 
yeah, think hard about that, think about how that would feel!  So tight 
and warm and slippery, a young girl squirming around on your cock, 
ohhhhh, so much better than your hand..."  She turned around and sat 
down, grasping her knees and holding her legs wide apart.  She leaned 
back, exposing herself lewdly to the men as they masturbated 
frantically to her.  Their images on her monitor were a blur as their 
hands flew up and down their greedy erections.

"Would you like to fuck a girl like me?  Is this what you want, do you 
need this pussy?  I'm only fourteen, you perverts, and my tight cunt 
would grip you like a glove.  That what you need to get a hardon, an 
underage girl who knows how to play with your dick and get you drooling 
and all fucked up?  Oh yeah, that's what you want, all right - keep 
jerking while you stare at my pussy, 'cause that's the closest your 
cock is ever gonna get!"

She got up on her knees and stared at the cocks on the monitor, licking 
her lips in excitement and trimumph.

"Keep those cocks right on the edge, guys, and think about the girls in 
the mall you want so much, those little cock-teasers who get you so 
frustrated - think of  all the things they do to their boyfriends, 
things pervs like you will never get.  Ohhhh, just think about what 
you're missing!"  She smiled mockingly and leaned forward onto her 
hands and knees.

"And do you know what I'm going to do now?" she asked coyly.  "I'm 
gonna show you what you're missing..."  The nude fourteen-year-old 
slowly crawled on her hands and knees over to a bed that had been out 
of sight.  A man was sitting at the foot of the bed, visible just from 
the waist down.  He was naked, leaning back on his hands, which were 
resting on the bed behind him.  His knees were spread wide apart, and 
his large penis hung down between his legs, with just the beginning of 
an erection.  Ciel kneeled on the floor between his legs, her chin 
inches from his cock.  The camera moved to the side to get a view of 
her in profile, showing her head, shoulders and breasts, and the man's 
penis hovering in front of her.  She looked into the camera and pouted.

"Oh my," she cooed, "look at what we have here.  What's this man doing 
my bedroom?  Well, we've have to do something about this..."  Looking 
at the man's cock and tilting her head to the side, she began lightly 
caressing his inner thighs with her fingertips, starting at his knees 
and moving slowly inward.  When she had almost reached his cock she 
stopped and retreated back out to his knees, and repeated the pattern 
of caresses in and out along his legs.  After doing this two or three 
times, she began tickling the tops of his thighs with her fingers, 
gradually moving inward, closer and closer to his cock.  But she always 
stopped just before she reached it, and her hands moved out to his 
knees again, then returned, gently scratching along his inner thighs 
almost to his balls, but not quite.

During these tantalizing caresses the man's penis began to swell, even 
though it hadn't actually been touched.  "Oooo, look!" she said with 
mock surprise.  "Somebody is waking up!  It looks like he wants 
something - now what do you suppose that could be?"  She began now to 
move her fingers lightly and rapidly all over his lap, inches from his 
genitals; but now, every so often, a finger would make brief contact: 
flicking the head of his cock, gently scratching his balls, lightly 
running up the underside - little brushes of pleasure that were gone in 
an instant.

The man's cock was now fully erect, throbbing and twitching under 
Ciel's tantalizing fingers.  She looked into the camera and giggled.

"See what I'm doing to him?  I just love teasing cocks like this - I 
bet you wish it was yours, don't you?  How about you, Lucas - 
pretending I'm doing this to you?"

She continued working between the man's legs, biting her lower lip with 
excitement as her hands teased and tantalized him.

"Look at his cock," she said, looking into the camera again, "look how 
big and hard it is.  It must be driving him crazy to be cock-teased 
like this - can you imagine how it feels,?"  She tapped her fingers all 
over the captive cock while she looked straight into the camera, her 
mouth half-open with excitement.  "Ohh, I just love doing this to him, 
getting him so hot and bothered!  I could do it all day; but I think 
it's time to give him a little of what he needs - and what you need, if 
only you could get it..."

She stopped worrying and teasing the man's penis, and began to stroke 
it softly, with a gentle, expert touch.  She lightly scratched his 
balls, then traveled up his cock with her index finger curved around 
the shaft and her thumb along the underside, slowly, lightly, brushing 
up over the head to its tip; and then down again to the base, and back 
up.  Gradually she added another finger, until finally she was 
masturbating him with her entire hand, but so softly and lightly, just 
barely touching the surface, coaxing his pleasure, teasing it along.

"Mmm, I think he really likes this - do you think he likes it?  It must 
feel really good, huh?"  She looked into the camera with wide-eyed 
innocence.  "Are you thinking about how good this would feel if it was 
you?  She looked at the cock in her hand and smiled at it lovingly.  
"Oh yes, you wish this was you," she said, looking back at the camera.  
"I know you do."  She grinned and licked her lips.  "Think about one of 
those little mall girls doing this to you.  They know all about making 
guys feel good - younger guys, not dirty old pervs like you."

Continuing to stroke the erect shaft in her hand slowly and softly, she 
added a gentle stimulation of the man's balls with her other hand, a 
light, subtle tickle with her fingernails.  Looking into the camera, 
she said, "Somebody once told me that touching a guy like this while 
you jerk him off makes it feel twice as good.  What do you think?  Is 
this something you'd like?"  She smiled sweetly.  "Ohhhh yes, of course 
you would."  She pouted.  "Too bad it'll never happen..."

She continued to work on the man's straining cock.  It was obvious that 
he was right on the edge of orgasm, and that she could have set him 
spurting with a single firm stroke of her hand.  But whenever he got 
close she slowed down to deny him release.

"You know, when you guys jack off you cum way too quick."  She 
continued to slowly work the man's cock while she spoke.  "No matter 
how hard you try, you always give in and cum fast.  But when I do 
it..."  She giggled.  "When I do it, I never give in.  Sometimes I keep 
my boyfriend right on the edge for an hour, teasing him the whole 
time."  She smiled sweetly.  "You're thinking about that, aren't you?  
Being at the mercy of a bitch like me?"

She let go of the man's cock.  "Well, now I think it's time to really 
get him going."  Leaning forward, she began to blow a gentle stream of 
warm air up and down the underside of his cock.  After a minute of this 
tease, she began to lick: starting at his balls, she slowly made her 
way up the ridge along the underside of his shaft, rapidly flicking the 
tip of her tongue along its surface.  When she reached the head, she 
lingered over the sensitive cleft, making tantalizing circles around 
the sweet spot just below it.  Then she went back down to his balls 
again, repeating the trip up and down the rigid shaft with her 
fluttering tongue.  Her touch was light and delicate, just barely 
making contact with the man's tormented erection, creating an exquisite 
and insistent pleasure, and an aching need for more.

She paused for a moment, and looked into the camera and smiled.  "I 
really love doing this," she said.  She continued licking for a few 
more seconds then looked up again.  "I love the way it drives guys 
crazy," she said.  "They'll do anything for you if they think they're 
gonna get some of this."  Still looking into the camera, she placed her 
mouth directly over the head of the cock and began to flutter it with 
her tongue, swirling all around the head.  "Of course, only my 
boyfriend gets to have fun like this - never perverts who drool over 
little girls."  She placed her mouth over the end of the cock and gave 
the entire head a long, slow suck, then opened her mouth and worried 
the tip with her tongue.  She did this several times while looking into 
the camera.  She paused and smiled.  "No, never - no matter how much 
they need it."

Quickening her pace, Ciel kept her eyes fixed on the camera.  Her mouth 
and tongue were pleasuring the man on the bed, but her attention was 
focused on the viewers, her real target.  They were the ones she wanted 
to excite, it was their desire she wanted to provoke.  Her mouth was 
busy, but her facial expressions gave clear messages:  "Like what you 
see? ... This getting you hot? ... Want some of this? ... Just think 
how this would feel ..."  She was making them want what they were 
seeing, very, very badly.

Sitting back on her heels, she looked at the monitor that was 
displaying an absolute orgy of masturbation.  "Oh, yeah!" she 
exclaimed," keep jerking those pricks for me, that's what I want!"  She 
made a jerk-off gesture with her hand, and stared into the camera.  
"Your hand feels so good, doesn't it?" she taunted.  "But it can't do 
this..."  Holding the cock in front of her with both hands and 
stretching it tight, she snaked her wet tongue around the rim of the 
head, swirling it around and around in exciting, teasing circles.  This 
gave way to an assault of wild tongue-flicking and fluttering all 
around the glistening, purple crown.  Looking into the camera, she put 
her mouth on the underside below the head and gave quick, sucking 
kisses, alternately pleasuring and teasing in rapid succession.  "Only 
a girl's hot mouth can do this," she said breathlessly.

 "I don't know if you should be watching this," she whispered.  She 
lathed her tongue luxuriously up and down the excited cock.  "I mean, 
he's going crazy with pleasure, but all you get is tease and 
frustration."  She took the entire cock into her mouth and began to 
suck and pump with intent, driving it closer to orgasm.  She paused, 
and pouted into the camera.  "Aww, isn't this what you want, isn't this 
what you need, real, real bad?"  She leaned toward the camera and said 
in a slow whisper, "Well, you're never gonna get it - so have fun 
jerkin' off!."  She resumed working on the agonized cock, licking and 
sucking, stroking it beyond the point of no return.  Then she held it 
immobile, its skin stretched tautly down, glistening, quivering, 
vulnerable.  She paused and looked seductively into the camera.

"This is your cock, Lucas..."

Her slick hand grasped it firmly and slowly stroked it up and down - 
her tongue was waiting each time the head slid out of her fist and fell 
to fluttering and worrying it.  It was finally too much - the man's 
legs stiffened and his cock began to jerk and buck, sending semen 
bursting from his glistening shaft in long strong spurts, covering 
Ciel's hands and lips as she continued to stroke and suck him, in time 
with his throbs of pleasure.  His orgasm was long and intense, and Ciel 
continued stroking and fondling until she had drained him.

It was too much for Lucas, too.  Ciel smiled with satisfaction as she 
saw him finally grasp his agonized penis and deliriously stroke and 
jerk it to an explosive orgasm.  Lifting her eyes from the monitor, she 
looked directly into the camera, into Lucas's eyes.

"Gotcha!" she said.

* * * * *

Lucas lay in bed staring into the darkness.  His heart was still 
beating rapidly, but his breathing had returned to normal.

"OK," he said to himself.  He sighed in resignation.  "So tomorrow 
we'll take a nice long walk."  He reached down between his legs and 
gently patted his exhausted penis.  "But tomorrow night, there'll be 
more punishment in store for you..."

* * * * *

John lay back on the bed with his arms outstretched, catching his 
breath while Ciel gathered up her clothes.  She came over to the bed 
and looked down at him.

"How ya doin'?" she asked.  "Did you like that?"

"Oh my god, yes!" he answered.  There was awe in his voice.

"Good," she said.  "I thought you would."  She bent down and gave him a 
gentle kiss.  "Just a little something to remember me by."

She went to the door and turned to smile at him.  "Think about me," she 
whispered.  Then, blowing a kiss, she was gone.

* * * Day 5 - Home * * *

The packing and travel preparations completed, the company assembled 
for a late breakfast before dispersing to their various homes.  It was 
a sunny day and spirits were high, and the girls excitedly exchanged 
email addresses and instant messenger names so they could keep in touch 
with their new friends.  They had bonded through shared experiences 
that were unusual, to say the least.

Dani was sitting between Missy and Ciel.  She looked across the table 
at her Dad, who was next to Allison.  She smiled at him, and he smiled 
back, but then he looked away - he seemed abstracted somehow, his mind 
elsewhere.  He looks sad, Dani thought to herself - I wonder if he's 
sorry to go?  Poor Daddy!  I had so much fun here; I wonder if he did, 
too?  I think he likes Marina - maybe he's sorry to be leaving her.

Finally Marina stood up and announced that it was time to go - she and 
Jean were going to close up shop.  The kids reluctantly pushed back 
their chairs and went off to collect some last minute belongings.  
After a minute John snapped out of his reverie and got up to get ready 
to leave, and, after a few words with Marina, he followed Dani outside 
to their car.  On the way he was intercepted by Ciel and Allison, who 
both gave him long, affectionate hugs.  Then, with much waving and 
promises to keep in touch (as well as a few tears), they were on their 
way home.

Once they were out of the winding mountain roads, John set an easy pace 
on the highway.  They were both quiet for a while, immersed in their 
own thoughts.  What an incredible week!, John thought to himself.  He 
still hadn't quite recovered from the previous night with Ciel - he had 
felt weak when she had finished with him, like a quivering, limp rag 
doll.  How on earth had Marina found her?

And then breakfast this morning - Allison next to him, her hand under 
the table, gently playing with him through his nylon running shorts.  
She hadn't said a word, or even looked at him - just reached over and 
began fondling him to hardness.  It didn't take long for his erection 
to poke out from under the cuff of his shorts, and she stroked it with 
her fingertips, all the while eating her bacon and eggs.  It had been 
several minutes before he was able to push away from the table and 
stand up after breakfast.  In her parting embrace she had whispered to 
him: "Next time, I'll finish..."

Next time - oh yes, there would be a next time.  Marina had already 
planned the next session, to be convened in three months' time.  He 
assured her he'd be there - with Dani.

Finally he broke their silence.

"So, Dani," he said, "what'd you think?  Did you have a good time?"

"Totally!" Dani said enthusiastically.  "That was just the coolest time 
ever!  I got along with everybody - I was worried about that before we 
got there, but everybody was so nice!"

"That's great," John responded.  "I'm so glad you had a good time.  And 
you made quite a hit, you know.  Marina was thrilled with you."

"Really?" Dani said excitedly.  "She was really nice to me - I tried to 
do everything she told me, just to please her."  I'm glad I didn't mess 
up."

John laughed.  "Mess up?  No way - you're her new rising star!"

Dani blushed, but she felt proud.  "Well, it was fun," she said.  "And 
I learned a lot."  

As dusk approached Dani began to yawn.

"I'm so sleepy," she said.  "Will we be home soon?"

"Not long," John replied.  "About an hour."

"Mmm - OK."  She curled her knees up onto the seat and lay on her side, 
resting her head in John's lap, as she often did when she became sleepy 
on a trip.  She was silent for a while; then she spoke.

 "Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

"Of course not!  Why would you ask me that?"

"Well," she said, "Marina did some ... some things with me and Ciel 
that were kind of strange," she said slowly, then added more quickly, 
"not that they were bad or anything, I mean she didn't hurt me or 
anything - but it made me feel funny."

John wasn't about to tell Dani that he had watched her writhing under 
Marina's mouth on the video feed, but he was curious to hear more.

"Funny?" he asked.  "Did she do something unpleasant with you?"

"No," Dani said quickly, "not unpleasant at all.  It's just that..."  
She trailed off.

"It's just that...?" her step-father prompted.

"Well, it was really fun and everything, but it's just that when she 
was doing it I was having this feeling that, I don't know, that I 
wished that Marina was a boy - or a man.  Is that awful, Daddy?  Does 
that mean I'm weird?"

John laughed inwardly, but kept a straight face.  He didn't want Dani 
to think that he was making fun of her.  Aloud he said, "No, my dear, 
sweet girl, that doesn't mean you're weird.  It means that you are 
totally, beautifully normal."

Dani sighed contentedly.  "I love you, Daddy," she said.

He stroked her hair.  "I love you, too, sweetie - lots."  She nestled 
closer, moving her hand into his lap so she could rest her cheek on it.  
John looked down at her and smiled.  She didn't realize that her hand 
was resting directly on his penis; he saw no reason to mention it, so 
she slept that way for the rest of their trip home.  Often her hand 
flexed in her sleep, and John enjoyed the subtle pleasure of feeling 
her fingers occasionally nudge and rub his cock.  By the time they 
pulled into their driveway the unconscious girl's hand was closed 
around his sizeable hard-on.

It wasn't very late when they got home, and Dani decided to take a 
shower before going to bed.  John was lying on his bed when he heard 
her in the next room getting ready for bed.  Old habits die hard, and 
although he had had many exciting views of her during the week, he went 
into the closet to watch her through the peep hole.  He was late 
getting there, and saw her only after she had put on the sky-blue baby 
doll nightgown and panties he had bought her for posing in front of 
Marina's cameras.  He sighed at the sight of his beautiful step-
daughter, and replaced the wall panel.

After taking a shower himself, he lay in bed thinking of the past week, 
his cock swelling at the pleasant memories.  He was just about to turn 
out his light when there came a knock at his door.

"Can I come in, Daddy?"  After a moment, Dani opened the door.

"What's the matter, Dani - anything wrong?"  John asked.

"No, nothing's wrong - I was just a little ... a little lonely.  I was 
in the bunkroom with all the other kids this week, and it feels kinda 
lonely all by myself now."  She looked shyly down at her feet.  
"Daddy," she said, "would it be all right if I, uh, stayed with you 
tonight?  It'd just be for tonight, I promise."

John looked at the lovely little blonde in her transparent teddy, and 
felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as his heart began to beat faster.

"Of course, sweetie," he said softly, "climb in."  He moved over in the 
bed and held the sheet up for her to get in.

Dani moved towards the bed then stopped short and stared.

"Daddy - you're naked!" she said, her eyes wide.

"This is how I always sleep, Dani," he said.  "Does it bother you?"

She hesitated.  "No," she said, "it doesn't bother me.  But if that's 
the way you are, then that's how I want to be, too."  Looking shyly at 
the floor, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her blue panties 
and slowly pulled them down.  When she had stepped out of them, she 
crossed her arms and grasped the hem of the teddy and pulled it up over 
her head.  John stared transfixed at the lovely little girl, at the 
developing mounds of her small breasts with their pert, puffy nipples, 
the delicate fair down between her legs just beginning to grace the 
pouting lips of her cleft, and he felt his erection stir.  She got into 
bed next to him and smiled, giving him a hug.  Then she turned and 
reached to switch off the light on the night stand, and nestled her 
back against him, spoon-like.

"G'night, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good night, sweetheart."  He breathed in the fragrance of her hair, 
intensely aware of her young body pressing against his chest and 
stomach.  The light of a full moon was shining on them through the open 
window, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was able to see her 
on the pillow beside him.  The evening was warm, and she pushed the 
sheet that covered them down to her hips.  As he gazed on the graceful 
curve of her body, from her shoulder down into the valley of her waist 
and up a gentle ascent to her hip, he felt his growing erection brush 
against the smooth cheeks of her bottom.  He closed his eyes and tried 
to control his penis, which was reacting to her closeness by pressing 
against her smooth skin, seeking the sweet pleasure of contact with her 
firm flesh.  He tried to pull back as his erection nestled in the 
valley between her soft cheeks, but as he did she moved almost 
imperceptibly with him, restoring the pleasure of contact between his 
excited penis and her smooth, cool skin.  Thrilling sensations were 
filling him with delight, but he was also concerned that she might be 
frightened by what was happening.

"Daddy?"  He froze with apprehension at her voice.

"Yes, Dani?"  He tried to keep his voice even.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"  She was still on her side, facing 
away from him.

"Of course, sweetie - what is it?"

She turned over to face him.  She was very close, and her breath was 
sweet, with a faint hint of toothpaste.  He was very aware of his 
erection, bobbing in the space that separated them.  Her eyes lowered 
shyly.

"Well, the other day Allison and Ciel were telling me about some things 
that, well, that men like ... uh, that makes them feel nice..."

"Allison and Ciel?" he said, wondering.

"Yes," she said, "and Marina was there too, and she said that I should 
learn that stuff, so that maybe it would be in a special some time."

"Marina said that?"  He hadn't been aware of this at all.

"Yes, and she said that I should figure out some way to practice before 
we go next time, so I'd be ready."

Ciel and Allison - John knew what they were capable of.  His mind 
raced...

There was a pause.

"So, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Daddy, can I practice with you?  Please?"

John looked at the lovely little blonde next to him.  She had risen 
onto an elbow, and her small breasts cast gentle shadows in the 
moonlight.  She looked into his eyes earnestly, and her soft lips were 
parted in anticipation.  "Please?"

"Of course," he said in a whisper.  "My beautiful, sweet little angel - 
I would never deny you anything..."

"Goody!  Oh, thank you Daddy!"

John stretched out on his back as she began to move downward.  He 
reached up and grasped the headboard, breathing deeply.  It was going 
to be a long night.

(The End)

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