Pretty Little Teasers (MF; Mg; Fb; Ff; voy; mast; mast_solo; tease; oral)
By Neverlander
(c) October 2006

* * * Prologue * * *

Lucas needed to come.  But more than that, he wanted to be looking at a 
pretty little girl when he did.  A naked little girl, or at least one 
in her underwear -- teasing him in tight, see-through panties, maybe a 
little training bra.  He had been surfing for hours, one hand on the 
mouse, the other slowly stroking his cock, looking for something that 
would excite him and get him really worked up.  He was tired and he 
knew he should go to bed.  But he also knew that if he found what he 
was looking for he'd be in jerk-off heaven.  Lucas loved little girls.

Near the bottom of the list of underage sex sites on his screen was an 
entry that caught his eye -- "Pretty Little Teasers/We know what you 
want!"  He felt his penis give a little twitch, as it always did to 
come-ons like that, in spite of his knowing that they never panned out.  
He clicked on it automatically, without hope.  But to his surprise, 
instead of the usual endless series of pop-ups and yet another phony 
list, his screen was immediately filled with the splash page of a real 
site.  The logo banner read "Pretty Little Teasers", and under it was a 
picture that caused him to suck in his breath.  It was of a young girl, 
about twelve years old, her red hair in pigtails.  She was wearing only 
panties, pink cotton hip-hugger briefs that appeared to be a size too 
small for her, standing half-turned away from the camera, deliberately 
displaying her firm, round bottom, just barely covered by the thin, 
straining fabric of her panties.  She was looking sideways at the 
viewer, covering her little breasts with her hands and smiling 
seductively, her tongue curled to her upper lip in mocking tease.  
Under the picture was the caption, "We Know What You Want!"  Lucas held 
his breath and clicked the "Enter" button.

Another page appeared, with several pictures of adorable little girls, 
aged from about nine to thirteen, each one a pedophile's dream.  They 
were fully dressed, but in suggestive poses -- some in tight shorts, 
sitting with their legs spread apart, others in skirts or dresses, 
which they coyly raised as they smiled sweetly at the viewer.  At the 
bottom was a greeting:

"Hi!  Do you like what you see?  Want to see more?"

An arrow pointed right, to the next page.  Lucas clicked, and another 
page appeared, with more pictures.  This time the girls were starting 
to undress, displaying their skimpy underwear, smiling at the camera.  
The caption said,

"Little girls posed for your excitement ... tantalizing you ... 
undressing for you!  We know what you like -- we know exactly what you 
want..."

"Ohhh yesss ... oh man ..."  Lucas was breathing harder and licking his 
lips now.  He clicked for the next page.  More girls, now partially 
naked, some displaying puffy little nipples, one in the bathtub with 
her sudsy little bottom above the water, and another starting to pull 
down her panties while she gazed at the camera with half-closed eyes, 
her mouth forming a taunting "oooo!"

"Touching your cock yet?" read the caption.  "Our girls are specially 
selected and trained for your masturbation pleasure.  They know why 
you're here ... they know what you need.  We've taught them all about 
men like you, and how to tease you..."

Another page, and more pictures of naughty little girls, posing for the 
dirty old men they knew were drooling over them, deliberately tempting 
them, driving them mad with sex tease.

"Our girls know just what you want.  They'll taunt you and tease you 
while you stroke your cock.  Would you like that?"

"Oh my God, oh yeah, that's what I need, ohhhh God, please..."  Lucas 
was moaning with desire now, aching with need for more.  His cock was 
rock-hard in his hand.

"Want a little girl to play with your cock?  She's waiting inside to 
tease you and tantalize you -- come on in and let her go to work on you.  
She'll drive you crazy..."

Lucas got up and left the room, his erect penis stiff and quivering.  
In a moment he was back with his credit card and a box of tissues.  It 
was going to be a long night.

* * * * *

"Dani -- you going to take your shower now?  We don't have much time 
before we have to leave."

John was calling up the stairs to his stepdaughter just as she came 
around the corner on her way to the bathroom.  "Yes, Daddy," she said 
as she ran by the top of the stairs.  "I'm going now, I won't be long."

John went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up after breakfast, 
then went upstairs to get dressed himself.  They had a long drive ahead 
of them, and he didn't want to be late for their meeting.

Going into his bedroom, he laid out on the bed the trousers and shirt 
he'd be wearing that day, then took off his robe and pulled on a pair 
of boxers.  He went to the door and opened it, listening to the sound 
of the shower in the bathroom.  After about a minute it stopped, and he 
heard Dani moving around in the bathroom.  Good, he thought to himself, 
she's almost done.

He walked across his room and entered the closet, closing the door 
behind him.  In the darkness, he removed a piece of loose paneling and 
rested it on the floor.  A beam of light shone in the darkness, from a 
small hole in the section of closet wall that had been covered by the 
paneling.  On the other side of the wall was Dani's bedroom, and the 
hole provided a clear view of most of it.  John peered through the hole 
and waited for his stepdaughter to come into the room.

Two minutes later Dani came through the door, with a towel wrapped 
around her.  She was carrying a hair dryer, which she proceeded to use 
as she sat on the end of her bed.  John smiled.  He knew her routine 
well, and waited patiently as she dried her hair, fluffing it with her 
fingertips as she hummed a tune to herself.  It wouldn't be long before 
he was gazing on her lovely barely pubescent body.

It had been almost seven years since Gerry had died.  She and John 
hadn't been married a year when she stormed out of the house drunk, and 
tore off in their car for her last tantrum.  She was found by the 
police in the morning at the base of a cliff below the coast highway.  
She had died instantly, and left behind a five year old daughter.  
There was no other family, and John suddenly found himself a single 
parent, responsible for Gerry's little girl, poor little Dani.  No one 
knew who Dani's biological father had been, not even Gerry.

John was a doting stepfather.  As time went on, however, he found 
himself developing an interest in the little girl that was not quite 
paternal.  He never abused or molested her, but she became the target 
of his deep voyeuristic urges.  He made the peephole in her bedroom 
wall when she was seven; he loved watching little pre-pubescent Dani 
play in her bedroom, especially when she was naked after her bath.  
Particularly exciting to him were the changes he observed in her body 
as she grew older -- he loved seeing the little bumps on her chest 
become larger, and her hips grow shapely.  And of course he eagerly 
studied the little cleft between her legs, watching for the changes 
that would indicate that she was becoming a "big girl."  The nights 
when she had little girlfriends stay for a sleep-over were pure heaven.

Dani finished drying her hair and turned off the dryer.  She stood up 
and walked to her dresser, still with the towel wrapped around her.  A 
large mirror was attached to the dresser, and the peephole was located 
right next to it, disguised as an old unused electrical socket.  John 
had shrewdly anticipated that Dani would be as narcissistic as most 
young girls, and he wasn't disappointed -- she spent a lot of time 
looking at herself in the mirror, and he greatly enjoyed watching her 
primp and pose.

She looked at her face for a few moments, turning this way and that, 
fluffing her honey-blonde hair.  Then she smiled and blew herself a 
kiss, and lifted her arms over her head.  She gave her torso a gentle 
wiggle, and the towel came loose and fell to the floor.  John sighed to 
himself as her naked body was revealed to him, and he felt the familiar 
stirring between his legs.  She was so beautiful.  Her skin was smooth 
and glowing after her bath, and the puffy nipples of her developing 
breasts were so tender, so inviting.  She turned and looked over her 
shoulder at herself in the mirror.  Her bottom was round and pert, 
perfectly smooth and firm.  John licked his lips as he looked at it, 
absolutely loving the curve of her hips and the well-defined cleft of 
her buttocks.  He was yearning to touch her.

She turned to face the mirror again, and posed with her hands on her 
hips.  John stared intently and longingly between her legs, at the 
pronounced mound of her pudenda.  The lips of her vulva were puffy and 
sculpted, with a suggestion of moisture in the dark cleft between them, 
and at the top the tiny hood enclosing her clitoris.  John thought he 
could see what might be the very beginnings of downy hair on her mons; 
he felt a slight pang at this suggestion that her girlhood was passing, 
but at the same time he was excited by the thought that she was 
developing sexually.  At eleven years old, she was entering that 
delicious stage of a girl's development, when her female body was 
beginning to emerge, and she would soon become aware of the powerful 
erotic effect she had on males, especially on men who were helpless in 
their lust for little girls -- men like John.

There was a plastic bag on her dresser, and Dani now removed from it 
several pairs of new panties.  John had helped her pick them out when 
they went shopping a few days ago.  He had told her that it was 
important that she should wear something fresh for the trip they were 
about to take, something pretty and new.  She selected a pair now, and 
stepped into them, pulling them up her smooth, graceful legs to her 
hips.  John was sorry to see her little pussy disappear, but he also 
enjoyed watching her adjust the panties snuggly between her legs and 
over her bottom.  They were bikini style, of thin white cotton, with a 
pattern of small blue flowers, cut very low in front, clinging tightly 
between her legs and molding her little cleft.  In the rear they only 
partially covered her cheeks, and arched gracefully over her bottom and 
up her hips, accentuating her curves.
 
John loved the sight of her in her tantalizing underwear, and gave a 
couple of pleasurable strokes to his erect cock, which had escaped 
through the fly of his boxers as he watched her.  He lingered a moment 
longer as she put on a pair of tight jeans and a white shirt, then left 
the closet to finish getting dressed himself.

"All set?" he asked her when they met in the hall.

"Yep, all set!" she replied brightly, and they headed downstairs 
together.

"You look nice," he told her, and put his hand affectionately on her 
bottom, giving it a little squeeze.  She giggled, and ran ahead of him 
out to the car.

He stole sideways glances at her as they headed out onto the highway, 
marveling at the effect she had on him.  He loved her body, and became 
extremely aroused when he watched her undress or saw her hanging around 
the house in her underwear.  He didn't think this was strange, even if 
he was her stepfather; hell, there must be thousands of men who would 
be turned on seeing that.

And that, in fact, was what this trip was all about.

* * * * *

Lucas was going mad with lust.  The little girl on his screen had her 
legs spread wide, and her tight nylon panties were hiding very little.  
She looked to be about eleven years old, and was teasing him 
mercilessly, along with all the other hundreds of men who were 
masturbating over her at that very moment, wishing and pretending that 
their enflamed cocks were entering her tight young pussy, sliding in 
and out, fucking her slowly and deeply.

The girl obviously knew why she was there.  She knew that men were 
jerking off while they looked at her, and that displaying her young 
body to them deepened their pleasure.  At the same time her teasing 
kept them on the edge of nagging frustration, agitated and craving 
more.  That kept them coming back, day after day and month after month, 
paying customers who were never quite satisfied.  The look on her face 
showed them that she knew she was tormenting them, and that she enjoyed 
it.

She was wearing a little sleeveless sun dress, and in the first 
pictures of the series she was sitting demurely, pouting shyly at the 
camera and idly wrapping a lock of her blonde hair around a finger.  As 
the pictures progressed, she began to shift her position, crossing her 
legs, lifting her knees, giving the excited viewers little peeks up her 
dress, slowly teasing them along.  Lucas moaned with aching desire and 
frustration.  Like all of the men watching this tantalizing display he 
was helplessly addicted to little girls, and the pictures were intended 
to deepen his addiction and make him need more.  He knew this but he 
couldn't stop; oh, no, he never wanted it to stop.  He loved the way it 
made him feel -- so excited, so aching, so helpless.

The little blonde became more flagrant in her displays to the men, 
lifting her skirt and showing off her sheer, thin panties, so tight, 
almost transparent -- and it was the "almost" that really got them, 
every man straining his eyes, hoping vainly to get a glimpse of what 
was hiding inside those tantalizing little bikini briefs.  Her facial 
expressions were maddening -- little pouts, taunting "oooooo"s, a 
delicate pink tongue flicking along her lips.  The way she smiled coyly 
and seductively into the camera left them in no doubt that she knew 
perfectly well what they were doing with their big, straining 
erections.

Lucas had taken off all his clothes, and was sitting with his feet up 
on his chair, his knees bent and his legs wide apart.  Both hands were 
busy between his legs, manipulating his balls with his fingertips as he 
gently stroked his cock.  The little girl's cock-tease was exciting him 
uncontrollably, and he was doing everything he could to help her drive 
his cock crazy.  As she posed and teased, spreading her legs and 
smiling wickedly like a little slut, or on her hands and knees looking 
back, taunting, he would dance his fingertips up the underside of his 
straining shaft, giving his most sensitive areas little tantalizing 
pinches, whimpering and moaning as he struggled to keep up the tease 
and not give in to his desperate need for orgasm.  He had arranged his 
monitor so that he could see his rigid cock right next to the maddening 
pictures that were tormenting it, and his heart beat with excitement as 
he looked at his swollen, purple glans, dribbling pre-ejaculate, 
quivering next to the pretty little girl's face, or right below her 
distinct camel-toe as she lifted her dress and smiled sweetly.

When the little model started to push down her panties, pouting and 
looking at the camera as if to say, "Is this what you want me to do?" 
Lucas's resolve disintegrated, and he fell to jacking his cock wildly, 
needing to come so, so badly.  But he managed to stop just before the 
point of no return, and reluctantly pulled his hands away from his 
frustrated penis -- he wanted this to last for a long, long time.  As 
the clever little blonde continued her strip-tease, Lucas went back to 
work on his cock, slowly worrying it back into erotic torment.  He 
never wanted this to end.

Later, after one of the most intense orgasms of his life, Lucas noticed 
a small link on the main members' page.  It was next to a picture of a 
little girl in panties and a tiny training bra, shading her eyes with 
her hand as if peering out into the distance, and it said, "Help 
inspire our models!"  Intrigued, he clicked it.

* * * * *

John had met Marina at a bookseller's convention two months before.  It 
was an annual event he looked forward to, since it gave him an 
opportunity to find out what was selling in small shops like his, and 
to find the sorts of unusual items that his eclectic shop was known 
for.  He was drawn to a display of erotica at the show, and had first 
seen Marina as she was looking through a collection of photographs of 
pre-pubescent nudes.  They began chatting about the works of David 
Hamilton, whom they both admired, and by the end of the day found 
themselves in her hotel room, eagerly undressing each other and making 
passionate love for hours.  John had never been so turned on by a 
woman; as soon as she realized that they shared an erotic attraction to 
young girls, she set about inciting his lust by taunting him about the 
pictures of naked children they had been looking at together, calling 
him a pervert while she expertly tongued his cock and ridiculed him for 
drooling over all those innocent little girls.  As they fucked, they 
looked desperately into each other's eyes and spoke of the photographs, 
reminding each other of the girls and their beautiful little pussies 
and budding breasts, their firm little bottoms and spread legs...

Afterwards, as they lay in bed talking and caressing each other, John 
told Marina about his little shop, and about Dani and how she had come 
to be his stepdaughter.  He even confessed to spying on her in her 
bedroom, and how excited it made him to watch her undress.  Marina 
looked at him and raised her eyebrows in surprise; then she smiled 
slowly, somewhat inscrutably, and gently caressed his cock, coaxing it 
back to life.

Later, they exchanged phone numbers as they were parting.  Marina 
hadn't told John about her work -- he asked about that now, did she have 
a shop, too?  No, she had said, she had another business -- she was 
looking for a partner, in fact.  When he pressed her for details, she 
just smiled and handed him a note.  Then she kissed him and got into 
the cab for the airport.  As she drove off, John looked at the note: it 
contained an internet address, and a phone number.  "Call me if you're 
interested," she had written.

When John arrived home he picked up Dani at the friend's house where 
she had stayed while he was gone.  She greeted him brightly and kissed 
him on the mouth (which he always loved -- her lips were so soft and 
yielding), then they drove home.  After dinner Dani went to her room to 
do some homework, and John headed for his study and his computer.  He 
typed the address Marina had given him into his internet browser, and 
waited for the page to come up.  When it did he stared in astonishment, 
instantly aroused.  The logo at the top read, "Pretty Little Teasers."

* * *  Day 1 * * *

They had left the highway over an hour ago, and were now driving in a 
remote area of rolling hills and redwood forest.  It was an involved 
route, but Marina had given John very detailed instructions, and he was 
having no difficulty following them.

After he had perused Marina's website (indulging in some male pleasure 
along the way), he immediately called the number she had given him.  
His decision had been instantaneous -- he could think of nothing he'd 
rather do more than work with Marina as her partner, putting these 
delicious little girls on display, teaching them how to insinuate 
themselves into the subconscious desires of frustrated, horny men.  He 
could see that there was enormous potential for making a lot of money 
in this market, especially since Marina had hinted that she wanted to 
develop an "alternative service" for an elite clientele that went 
beyond what was available on the website, something she referred to as 
"special offerings."  And the thought that he would be around so many 
succulent underage girls gave him a hard-on that just wouldn't go away!

And then there was his little girl.  At Marina's suggestion, he had 
broached the subject of modeling to Dani.  Would she be interested in 
posing for some pictures, getting to wear all sorts of neat outfits, 
learning how to pose like a real grown-up model?  She was incredulous -- 
would she ever!  She became so excited when he told her about it that 
she jumped up and down, laughing and giggling, hugging herself in 
disbelief.  When she learned that they would be taking a trip to the 
studio where she would be posing, and meeting other girls who would be 
doing it, too, all other thoughts were banished from her head.  Were 
they going soon?  Where were they going?  How long will they be there?  
In just a couple of weeks, he told her, right after school lets out, 
we'll be gone for a week.  Tell me again what I'll get to wear!  Marina 
had given him suggestions as to what outfits he should bring for Dani, 
so he took her shopping for everything from jumpers and shorts to 
nighties and lingerie; she was in little girl heaven.  At the mall she 
insisted that he come into the dressing room with her, to get his 
opinions about her outfits.  "These OK, Daddy?" she had said, lifting 
her skirt to show him new panties.  She turned to give him views from 
the front and the rear.  "Do I look OK?"  He agreed that she did.  She 
modeled several pairs for him like that as he sat on the dressing room 
bench, modestly lowering her skirt each time as she swapped panties 
under it.

Marina's home was a former summer camp on a lake that she said she had 
picked up for a song at a foreclosure auction.  John whistled when he 
saw it, though -- that must have been quite a song!  The main house, 
especially, was impressive, a large, rambling redwood structure, two 
stories with decks all around.  It was twilight when they arrived, and 
warm lights shone from all the windows.

It was Marina's plan to have intensive photo shoots over a week's time, 
with several of the girls on her roster gathered together at once.  
There would be enough to provide weekly updates to the website for 
several months, after which another session would be called.  At this 
meeting John would learn about the workings of her business, and decide 
what role he would play.

Marina came to greet them as they came inside, embracing John and 
welcoming him with a long kiss that caused Dani to stare in surprise, 
with a little frown.  She hadn't realized that her Dad was such close 
friends with their hostess, whom he had just met a little while ago.  
John hadn't thought it necessary to share details of their intimacy 
with his eleven-year old daughter!

Marina led them into the Great Room where the household had gathered 
for dinner.  She introduced them to Jean, her photographer; Allison, a 
tall, pretty brunette with bangs, very pleasant and outgoing, and, at 
fifteen the oldest of the girls; Missy, a cute little redhead of ten; 
and dark-haired Ciel, fourteen and very pretty and shapely, but 
somewhat sullen.  Marina caught a little boy as he ran by, and 
introduced him as Tommy, her son.  Tommy said hello to the new guests 
politely, then ran off to the kitchen to see what was for dinner.  
Missy attached herself to Dani right away, happy to make a friend near 
her own age.  Marina and Jean helped John and Dani with their luggage 
and showed them where they'd be staying.  John had a room for himself, 
and Dani would be in the bunkroom where all of the girls were staying.  
Dani was overjoyed.  She'd never been to a camp before, and this was 
all so exciting.  She and Missy immediately ran off to explore the 
house, Missy acting as the proud guide. 

After dinner Marina motioned John to come to her room to talk, while 
the girls went off to the bunkroom to play video games.  Once the door 
was closed, she pressed herself to him and kissed him again, this time 
moving her hand to his crotch and gently stroking him through his 
trousers.  He was immediately aroused and his erection began to grow 
under her hand; but after about a minute she stepped back and grinned 
at him.

"Uh uh, not yet," she teased.  "We have some work to do first.  I've 
got to get started showing you the ropes."

He looked down at the bulge in his pants, and grinned back at her.  
"God, you are such a tease!" he said.

"Why, thank you!" she replied.  "I try to be.  That's what this 
business is all about, after all.  Getting men hot and bothered and 
drooling over girls they wish they could have, but never will."

"Never?" he asked, theatrically crestfallen.

"Well, you're different," she said.  "You get to sample the merchandise 
whenever you want!"

This startled him a bit, wondering if she were talking about just 
herself, or the girls as well.

"Uh, before we go that far, maybe I'd better learn more about how 
things work here," he said.  "So, just how does this business operate?"

"Well, it's pretty simple, really," she replied.  "You've seen the 
website -- we get men to subscribe for thirty dollars a month, and in 
return we provide them with pictures of young girls for them to jerk 
off to!  We're a little more blatant about it than most sites of this 
sort, I guess.  Usually they make a show of saying that it's all for 
art, or for the girls' modeling careers or college money, but that 
bullshit doesn't fool anybody.  Everybody knows that getting guys hard 
and stroking is what it's all about.  That, and teasing them just 
enough to keep them coming back for more, and paying each month.   
Basically, we give men what they want, and make them want it more."

"And they keep coming back?" John asked.  "Don't they get tired of 
seeing the same kinds of pictures all the time?"

Marina shrugged.  "They don't seem to," she said.  "Do people get tired 
of sex?  After an orgasm you're ready for more, aren't you?"  She 
winked at John.  "Do you ever get tired of peeking at Dani?"

John blushed.  "Touché," he said.

"And besides," Marina continued, "the guys who sign up with us have an 
addiction.  We show them what they're desperate for, beautiful little 
girls in teasing underwear, undressing, giving little peeks up their 
skirts.  We dangle what drives them crazy right in front of them, just 
out of reach, and do everything we can to make them even more 
desperate.  This gets them frustrated, of course, but that adds to 
their excitement, I think."

"You know, I almost feel sorry for them," John said, "having their 
weaknesses manipulated so deviously by a sexual expert like you.  They 
don't stand a chance -- you are a very dangerous lady!"

Marina shrugged.  "It's just business, and there are no guns being held 
to their heads.  And besides, they love it -- we give them the thrills 
they crave without the risk of jailtime!"

John had to agree.  The pictures he'd seen on the site were all 
perfectly legal, but very erotic, and, to a pedophile, very, very 
exciting.

"What about the girls," he asked, "do you explain all this to them?  I 
mean, you must do something to direct them so they'll, you know, so 
they'll know what's expected of them."

"Oh, sure, we do that," she said.  "But it depends on their age.  With 
the really little girls, the six and seven year-olds, we just tell them 
that we want to take their pictures because they're so pretty.  That's 
enough for them, and it makes them happy.  We don't tell them that 
older men will be looking at them, or why.  We dress them in frilly 
dresses and just arrange for some up-the-skirt views, or have them pose 
in their underwear.  We're not going to be doing any of that this week, 
though."

"And that's enough for the customers?  They don't want more explicit 
shots?"

"Oh, I'm sure there's a lot that would!  But we don't do that with the 
very young girls; there's no need to.  Believe me, there are men, 
plenty of them, who get off just looking at innocent little girls, as 
long as they can see their panties and little round bottoms once in a 
while.  I guess maybe they pretend they're at the playground, jerking 
off in the bushes while they watch the girls run around, hoping to see 
up their skirts on the swings or slides.  Or maybe it's Uncle Pervy 
thinking about holding little precious in his lap, bouncing her on his 
hard-on!  I don't really know."

"And the older girls?" John asked.

"Oh," she said, smiling, "with the older girls it's different.  That's 
where we get creative.  Even without our telling them, the older girls 
already know they're hot stuff.  Flirting comes naturally to girls of 
that age.  They know they have what men want, and they enjoy turning 
guys on and teasing them.  It's just instinct with them."

"Well, maybe," John said thoughtfully, "but there's something about 
your site that's different from the competition, something about the 
girls that's -- I don't know -- that's more tuned in to what the guys 
watching them want.  I mean, I've seen other sites like this -- but when 
I look at your girls, they seem to be so aware of me, like they're 
right there in the room.  It's like they can see into my head, and then 
do all the right things to turn me on!"

Marina looked at him appraisingly and smiled in admiration.  "My, 
aren't you the perceptive one!" she exclaimed.  "Well, as it turns out 
I do have sort of a secret weapon.  Want to see?"

"Want to see?  Of course I want to see!" he laughed.  "I am your 
partner now, aren't I?"

"Yes, you certainly are," she replied, "my pervy partner in crimes and 
misdemeanors!  Come on, I'll show you."  She opened the door and took 
his hand, leading him to the photographic studio at the other end of 
the house.

* * * * *

Allison and Ciel were in the bunkroom arranging their outfits for the 
next day's shoot when Missy and Dani came bounding in and jumped on 
their beds.

"Watch it, you jerks!" Ciel snapped.  "Damn it, Missy, you and little 
whats-her-name here almost knocked my shit all over the place!  This 
garter belt wasn't cheap."

"My name's Dani," Dani said, "and I'm sorry if we messed anything up."

"Whatever," Ciel said, and went back to sorting her costumes.

"Come on, Ciel," Allison chided, "be nice!  Don't pay any attention to 
her, Dani -- she must be about to get her period or something."

"Fuck you!" snapped Ciel, and threw a shoe at Allison.  Allison ducked 
and smirked.

"Sky," said Dani.  "Heaven."

Missy and Allison looked at her.  "Huh?  What do you mean, Dani?" Missy 
asked.

"She means my name," Ciel said.  "Dontcha, little smartass?"

"Yes," Dani said, "I remember that from French class -- 'Ciel' is French 
for 'Heaven'.  I think it's a really pretty name."

Missy and Allison started to crack up.

"Ooo la la, mademoiselle, you are so hea-ven-ly," cooed Allison, 
putting her hands behind her head and looking skyward.  Missy was 
covering her mouth with her hands and giggling.

Ciel glared at them.  "Fucking cumwads!" she spat.  This just caused 
them to redouble their laughter, rolling on their bunks and holding 
their sides.  Baiting Ciel to see what kind of filth would come spewing 
out of her mouth was their favorite game.

"Are your parents French?" asked Dani, sitting down on Ciel's bed.

Ciel stared at her blackly, then shrugged.

"No," she said, "Canadian.  It was between 'Ciel' and 'Fleur' -- I guess 
I'm glad they didn't choose that one."

"That's nice, too," said Dani brightly.  "It means 'flower'."

Ciel rolled her eyes.  "Yes, I know it means flower, little miss know-
it-all," she growled wearily.  But there was a hint of a smile at the 
corners of her mouth.

"So have you guys done this a lot?  Modeling, I mean?  I've never done 
it before.  I mean, I've had my picture taken of course, but not 
anything like this.  Is it hard?  Like with posing and standing real 
still and stuff?"

"We've all been here a few times," said Allison.  "And it's real easy.  
The only hard part's trying not to look like you're tired when you 
really are and it's been going on for a long time.  Jeanie's always 
telling us we gotta stay 'perky'."

"Oh, this is so cool!" said Dani.  "My Dad bought me all these new 
things to wear, I can't wait!  So do they use the pictures in clothes 
ads or in fashion magazines and stuff like that?

Ciel and Allison exchanged glances.  "Are you fucking serious?" Ciel 
asked incredulously.  "Is that what you think this is for?"

"Well, yeah -- I mean, what else would you have a photographer take 
pictures for, for a whole week?"  Dani replied, looking puzzled.

Allison got up and came to sit next to her.  "Uh, so I guess your Dad 
didn't explain to you what this is all about, huh?"

"Well, he said that his friend Marina wanted to take some pictures of 
me in nice clothes, and some of it would be like fashion posing, and 
some would be kinda like art pictures."

Ciel laughed and bent to look Dani in the eye.  "Well, it's like this, 
sweetie -- you'll pose, oh, so pretty, in your little dresses and stuff, 
and you'll smile, real sweet and innocent, and -- oh my! -- your skirt 
may just happen to lift a little, and ooooo, look at her pretty little 
panties, and see how she's spreading her legs now -- and horny guys all 
over the world will be staring between your legs, drooling and jerking 
on their cocks!"

Dani's mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide.  She looked to 
Allison.  "Is that really true?" she asked in a whisper.  "I mean, guys 
looking at us and doing -- that?"

Allison tried to reassure her.  "Well, maybe, but it's OK, really, it's 
not as bad as Ciel makes it sound.  We just pose to -- well -- to make 
them feel good, you know?"

Ciel laughed derisively.  "Oh, yeah, we make 'em feel good all right -- 
while we tease the hell out of their cocks and drive them nuts!"

"Well," Allison said, "I think it's nice that we can give some pleasure 
to those men, especially older guys who need some excitement.  I mean, 
they're probably lonely -- why shouldn't they have some fun?"

Ciel imitated Allison's voice mockingly.  "Oh my yes, I'm all in favor 
of that -- I do so hope that they have fun..."  She looked at Dani and 
licked her lips in a sneer -- "Just so long as they suffer!"

Dani was taking all of this in, her eyes still wide in disbelief.  "But 
... but we're just kids!  Why would older guys wanna look at us?"

"Well, they do," said Allison.  "Some guys anyway -- we have a lot of 
customers."

Ciel nodded.  "The guys who subscribe to our site go crazy for young 
girls, the younger the better for some of 'em.  They just can't get 
enough."  She laughed darkly.  "We're a pervert's dream come true!  You 
should see some of the emails we get from guys who are hot for Missy!"

Missy giggled.  "It's really fun," she told Dani excitedly.  "Sometimes 
they tell me how they want me to pose, and if I do it I get lots more 
email!  One man told me that I get his penis real hard, and he told me 
what he does to it when it gets hard.  I wrote back and said I'm glad I 
get him hard and I want him to keep doing it."

Then, always happy to shock the innocent, Ciel looked at Dani and said 
with a smirk, "Dirty old men looking up your skirt, jacking off, 
drooling, wishing they could suck your pretty little tits and fuck your 
puffy little underage cunt -- how do you feel about your 'modeling' 
career now, hmm?"

Dani looked at her, then at Allison, momentarily speechless.  Finally 
she said, "That is just so -- cool!"

Allison smiled.  It was Ciel's turn to be surprised.  "Yeah?" she said.

"Totally!" said Dani excitedly.  "I mean, sometimes I used to get the 
feeling that older guys are looking at me -- you know -- that way, but I 
was never sure.  Especially since I started getting bigger, here" -- she 
touched her breasts -- "they seem to notice me more.  Like some of the 
guy teachers at school?  If I wear a short skirt one day they'll get 
like all flustered in class, I see them looking at my legs and stuff.  
Sometimes I'll wear a t-shirt with nothing under it and that makes them 
look, too!  I like teasing them like that, it's fun.  And once I was on 
this bus?  And there was this guy in a suit sitting across from me, and 
I was wearing this short skirt, and when I crossed my legs I saw him 
staring at them.  So I pretended I didn't know he was looking and I 
started like crossing and uncrossing back and forth so he could see up 
my skirt.  He was red in the face and all sweaty when I got up to 
leave.  It was so cool!

"And you know what?"  She lowered her voice conspiratorially.   
"Sometimes I think that my Dad actually notices me too.  I mean he's 
really sweet and all, and he never, you know, does anything, but he 
sure seems to be happy when I wear my underwear around the house!"  The 
girls all laughed.

"I think I saw your Dad checking us all out at dinner," Allison said.  
"He's really cute."

"Oh, yeah," Ciel agreed.  "I think dear old Daddy is a perv way down 
deep.  I can see why Marina chose him.  Bet we could really do a number 
on him if we wanted to!"

The girls laughed again.  Ciel looked at Dani appraisingly.  "You 
really are cute, girl," she said.  "You're going to have guys cumming 
over you big time!"  She made Dani stand up, and ran her hands over her 
body.  Dani giggled and clutched her hands under her chin.  Ciel took 
her wrists and pulled her arms open.  Then, looking into Dani's eyes, 
almost hypnotically, she undid the buttons of the younger girl's blouse 
and opened it, revealing her tender breasts.

"Oooo yeah," she cooed, "there's gonna be some serious dick being 
stroked for you, girl!  Just look at those sweet little puffies."

Dani blushed and covered herself.  "Oh, come on," she said, 
embarrassed.  "I'm nothing compared to you.  You're so much bigger."

Ciel had started to undress before Dani and Missy had arrived, and was 
wearing only a black bra and panties.  She smiled and reached behind 
her back to unclasp the bra.  Then she stood before Dani, cupping and 
lifting her full breasts in her hands.

"You mean these?" she said, and bent her head to lick her nipples.  "Oh 
yeah, the jacking really speeds up when I start flashing these!"

Laughing along with the other girls, Dani protested, "Well, probably, 
but you can't really know if they are!"

Ciel smiled mysteriously.  "Oh, we know all right -- don't we Allison?"

Dani looked puzzled.  "OK," said Allison, "it's like this..."

* * * * *

The photography studio was actually a library-cum-sitting room that had 
been taken over for most of the photo shoots.  Book cases lined the 
walls, and besides several chairs it was furnished with a large 
upholstered couch and a double bed.  If it hadn't been for the bed and 
the clutter of wires and lights that were arrayed in front of the 
couch, you would never have guessed the room's actual function.  
Sliding glass doors led to a deck overlooking the lawn that sloped down 
to the lake.

As Marina and John entered, Jean was busy preparing the equipment for 
the next day's shoot.

"I'll be out of your way in a minute," she said.  "Just gotta get these 
lights aimed."

"Take your time," said Marina.  "I just wanted to show John our setup."

Jean was a pleasant-looking woman of about thirty-five, squarely built 
and pretty, with straight blonde hair, cut rather haphazardly to 
shoulder length.  She wore jeans and a flannel shirt, and moved with 
brusque efficiency.  As she worked, John and Marina walked around the 
set, examining the equipment.  There were two cameras set on tripods, 
and a video camera.  On the bed were two more digital cameras, and a 
hand-held video camera.  Marina motioned John over to the couch.

"And here is our secret weapon," she announced, pointing to what was 
set on a low stand in front of the couch.  It was a large flat-screen 
computer monitor, positioned to be seen from the couch.  Cables led to 
a computer on a table near the camera tripods.

"Here's the way it works," she explained.  "As I told you, men 
subscribe to our site for about thirty dollars a month.  This allows 
them to download the girls' photo sets.  That's enough for many of 
them.  But if they're willing to pay another twenty dollars a month, 
they can download software from us that will enable them to display a 
video feed.  We have video cameras running during the girls' photo 
sessions, and the guys can watch the action.

"Nice," said John.  "That must be fun to watch."

"Yes, but here's the kink," she said.  "If a guy has a webcam, the 
software will transmit video of him back to us.  Then whoever's sitting 
at the computer over there can send the guys' videos over to this 
monitor, where the girl on the couch can see them while she's posing.  
And you can imagine what those videos are like!"

John's mouth dropped.  "Oh my God!" he said.  "She watches them jerk 
off!"

Marina smiled.  "Exactly.  In fact, we encourage the men to pleasure 
themselves in front of the girls; we call it 'inspiring the models'.  
Most of them position their webcams so that you only see them from the 
waist down, either straight on or from the side, and then they 
masturbate.  And it really works.  When the girls see those big, hard 
cocks being stroked because of their posing, it excites them, and makes 
them get really sexy and tease the guys more.  And the instant feedback 
a girl gets, when she sees what a guy does to his cock when she tries a 
new move, helps her to target right in on his kinks or weaknesses, and 
drive him crazy."

John was very impressed.  "And that's why I saw such a difference 
between your site and the others.  The still shots that come out of a 
session like that have got to be incredibly hot, even when you have no 
idea what's going on behind the scenes!  Marina, you're a genius!"

She laughed and gave his arm a hug.  "Thanks, but I don't actually know 
how any of it works.  I had the original idea, but Jeanie's the 
technical whiz who makes it all happen."

Jean looked down from the ladder she was on and smiled.  "This is a 
really fun system to work with," she said.  "Marina's amazing.  The 
idea of the microphone was great."

"Oh, right," Marina said, "I forgot about that.  It's not set up right 
now, but during a session there's a microphone positioned above the 
girl, so that she can talk to the men who are watching her.  In between 
still shots, or especially when we're shooting a video, she talks to 
the guys while she watches them stroke their cocks, teasing and 
taunting them, doing everything she can to get them worked up.  Ciel's 
particularly good at that."

John remembered Ciel, the voluptuous little fourteen-year-old with the 
sensual mouth.  He could well imagine what it would be like to have her 
go to work on you.  And to know that she could see you jacking off to 
her while she teased you -- oh my God!  He felt a stirring between his 
legs at the thought.

"And finally," Marina said proudly, "one last little kinky detail: 
while the men are getting their cocks teased and exposing themselves to 
the girls, they can also see each other!  If a guy wants, he can 
arrange the display so that in the center he sees the girl who's 
turning him on, and arranged around her he sees other cocks that are 
being jerked off to her at the same time.  Some men enjoy that a lot, 
sort of a virtual 'circle jerk' I guess, knowing the others are being 
turned on by the same girl."

Jean stepped off the ladder.  "Well, that's it for now," she said.  
"I'll finish up before the shoot tomorrow."  She put her tools away and 
headed for the door.

"OK," said Marina.  "Remember that if the weather's good tomorrow we 
want to do some video of the girls outside, and then that special with 
Missy later."

"Oh, right -- no problem," Jean said, glancing towards John and smiling.  
"Bye," she said, and left the room.

"That seems to be one competent lady," John said.  "And she's your 
photographer, too?"

"Oh, she's great," replied Marina.  "She's quite gay, you know.  She 
knows more about this computer stuff than any man I know, and she's 
very creative behind a camera.  As you can probably imagine, she really 
warms up to this subject matter!"

John grinned.  "So she likes little girls, too?"

"Does she ever!" exclaimed Marina.  "I pay her good money, but I think 
she'd probably do this job for free.  Hell, she'd probably pay me!"

"Is there ever, uh, a problem with her and the girls?"

"No, she's very professional.  She gets plenty of opportunity to see 
them and touch them while she arranges their poses.  That's enough for 
her, I guess.  Besides, she has a girlfriend, a lady lawyer in San 
Francisco.  She'll be disciplined very pleasantly when she gets home at 
the end of the week, and I'm sure she's looking forward to that!"

John laughed.  "Perfect arrangement all around, I guess.  Everybody's 
satisfied."

"Yes, isn't it?" said Marina.  "Actually, Jeanie was an incredible 
find.  Not only is she technically brilliant, but her friend takes care 
of all of our legal business.  That's becoming increasingly important 
now, as we get more into our 'special offerings'.  Even though Jean 
pulls off some wizardry involving what she calls randomly distributed 
proxies and super-encrypted socket layers (whatever on earth that is!), 
so that it's almost impossible to trace where our uplinks are coming 
from, it's still good to know as much as we can about the legal 
terrain."

"And were do I fit into all this?" John asked.  "Do you need a partner 
to re-stock the library?"

"No, silly man!" laughed Marina.  "You're going to be half of my 
creative team -- I'm the other half.  Jeanie and I have done all right, 
but a lesbian and a pervy single mom can only go so far -- we need a 
man's perspective to take us further.  But not just any man; we need 
someone with just the right 'tastes' to appreciate our offerings.  From 
what you've told me about your naughty spying on Dani it seems to me 
that you're just the one to get inside the heads of our 'unusual' 
clientele and get them hopelessly addicted to our girls.  And besides, 
you've got the one thing we lack."

"And what's that?" he asked.

She moved close to him and put her hand between his legs.  "A cock," 
she said, "a big, hard, beautiful cock that needs all the attention it 
can get from naughty little girls!"

She smiled lasciviously at him, and reached up to kiss him, but just 
then the sliding glass door opened, and little Tommy came running in 
from the deck.  He stopped short when he saw them, and looked around 
for an escape route.

"Well, well, look who's here!" said his mother.  "Just in time to get 
ready for bed."  She stepped towards him, but he neatly evaded her and 
ran giggling out of the room.

"Come on," she said to John, "I know where he's gone."

* * * * *

"Wow!" said Dani.  "You mean we actually get to see guys do it, see 
them masturbate and everything?"

"Yes," said Allison excitedly, "you can see how hot we get them, and 
where they like to touch themselves.  You can learn a lot from that."

"Yeah," said Ciel, "and you get to drive them up the fucking wall!  I 
mean, I always knew guys were jerking off to me, but to see them doing 
it is way cool!"

"I like it when they spurt," said Missy.  "That's so neat!"

Just then Tommy came careening into the room.  He dashed around them 
and hid in the closet.  Marina and John appeared a few seconds later.

"Come on, Tommy, don't give me a hard time," Marina called.  "You've 
got to take a bath and get ready for bed."

Allison raised her hand tentatively.  "Uh, Marina, would you like me 
to...?"

"Oh, yes Allison, would you please?"  Marina said.  "He behaves so well 
for you.  Tommy!  Tommy, Allison's going to give you a bath.  Would you 
like that?"

The closet door opened, and Tommy emerged, very docile and demure.  He 
took Allison's hand, and they left the room together.

"Well, that's that," said Marina.  "Thank goodness for Allison!"  Then 
she and John went back to the studio.

"Huh!" said Dani.  "She actually volunteered to give that little kid a 
bath."

"Yeah," said Ciel.  "She likes giving him baths.  She plays with his 
cock."

"What!?" Dani hissed in a loud whisper.  "She does!?  What ... what 
does she do?"

"Oh, you know, she diddles it, rubs it, gets it hard -- stuff like that.  
Just the sort of things you'd think you'd do to a boy's cock."

"But ... but he's just a little boy!  Does he like it?"  Dani didn't 
know what to make of this.

"Damn right he likes it!" laughed Ciel.  "What boy wouldn't like to 
feel a girl's soapy hand sliding up and down his prick?"

"Does Marina know?  God!"

"Of course Marina knows!  Jesus, what tree did you fall out of?  She's 
the one who started doing it to him first, when he could barely walk.  
'Blissing him out', she calls it.  And when she started up this 
business she got the idea of having the girls do it instead of her.  
She wants him to get dependent on us for his little thrills, so she can 
control him and make him do what she wants.  He loves his baths.  He's 
the cleanest kid on the block, let me tell you!

"Marina's really evil, you know.  She tells him he's not allowed to 
touch himself, only she or the girls can do it.  And she tells him if 
she catches him doing it, or if he acts up, she won't let Allison put 
him to bed.  That's when he gets to cum.  Allison plays with his cock 
in the bath, but she's careful not to get him off, just gets him turned 
on.  Then when it's time for him to go to bed, he's right there, you 
better believe it, all ready to be 'tucked in'!"

Dani listened with growing fascination.  She'd never touched a penis 
before.  She wondered what it would be like to touch a little boy's.

"So, little kids can actually get hard there?" she said.  "I always 
thought they had to get older for that."

"Oh, they get hard all right," answered Ciel.  "They're real small, but 
they get little hard-ons.  They don't squirt cum or anything, but they 
have these cute little boy orgasms.  It must feel good, 'cause I think 
he'd do anything to keep Allison doing it to him.  I think Marina is 
thinking of doing a special with them."

"A special?" said Dani, not understanding.

"Oh, right, you're new so you don't know about that.  A 'special 
offering' -- that's what Marina calls it when she has us do stuff on 
camera that you don't see in the regular web site.  She checks out guys 
all sorts of ways before she lets them see specials, and then they pay 
through the ass for it.  We get to see them on video just like in the 
regular shoots.  It's so cool to see what it does to them while we're 
doing 'special' things that they wish they could have but can't.  It's 
fucking amazing; I love it!"

Dani didn't understand everything Ciel had told her, but it all sounded 
very exciting and mysterious.  "Well," she said, "I guess 'cause I'm 
new I won't be in a special."

Ciel smiled and turned back to her costumes.  "Don't be so sure," she 
murmured softly.

* * * * *

Lucas could hardly believe it was true.  When he had found out what 
"Inspire our models" meant his heart had started to beat so fast he 
thought he would faint.  One of the most insistent fantasies of his 
life was about to be satisfied.  How many times had he almost given in 
to it, almost found himself in serious trouble?  Standing in a 
playground watching little girls playing, his hands in his pockets 
caressing his hard-on, wanting so much to free it and expose it to the 
shocked gaze of the girls?  Or going to a strip club, being teased out 
of his mind by a beautiful young dancer, aching to unzip his pants to 
show her what she was doing to him, wanting so badly to masturbate 
openly in front of her?  And now, through this miracle, he would not 
only be watching young girls undressing and posing for him, but they 
would see him stroking his throbbing hard-on while he moaned and lusted 
for them!

The device seemed simple enough.  Just install the software that came 
with it and plug the camera into the hole with the little squiggly 
design on it.  Then, all of a sudden, there was a window with a picture 
of his chest.  He adjusted the webcam unit downwards, and now had a 
perfect view of his lap.  Undoing his pants and pushing them down, he 
was now looking at his own cock and his hand stroking it.  It was soon 
fully erect, and he was proud of how rigid and virile it looked, the 
head swollen and shiny, and the veins and the ridge along the underside 
clearly visible.  He caressed it, running a single fingertip up and 
down, moaning at the pleasure, and rehearsing in his mind how he would 
do this for the girl tomorrow; according to the schedule she was the 
same little girl who had driven him crazy the week before, lifting her 
little sundress to tease him with her panties.  Oh God, this was 
wonderful!  It was going to be so hard waiting for the show tomorrow, 
he could hardly wait.  He brought up a picture of a nude pre-teen he 
often masturbated to, and positioned it next to the moving image of his 
hand slowly stroking up and down his ecstatic cock.  Moaning in 
pleasure and anticipation, he set to practicing for what was coming the 
next day.

* * * * *

Tommy was a pretty boy of eight, with delicate features.  He was slight 
of build, lithe and quick, and had very blonde hair that was allowed to 
grow long, covering the tops of his ears, shaggy in front and back.  
His eyes were light blue, and he had a gentle mouth with soft, pink 
lips.  He smiled often, revealing very white, slightly uneven teeth.

Allison led him into the bathroom and set him to undressing while she 
ran the bath.  He sat naked on the edge of the large hot tub while it 
filled, and they chatted.  Did he like the new girl, Dani, she asked?  
Yes, he thought she was nice -- and even Ciel liked her!  And did he 
think she was pretty?  Yes, he thought so, but not nearly as pretty as 
Allison.  Aww, she said, thank you, that's so sweet!  She gave him a 
little kiss on his nose.

When the water was a few inches deep she had him sit in it while she 
washed his face and behind his ears.  She shampooed and rinsed his 
hair, then watched as he splashed around for a while.  In the process 
she got wet herself -- her shirt was soaked through.

"You know what?" she said. "I think I'd like to take a bath, too, right 
in there with you.  Would that be OK?"

"With me?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "I think that would be nice.  You can watch me while I 
get ready."

She proceeded to get undressed in front of him, pulling off her t-shirt 
and her shorts.  Smiling at him, she removed her bra and panties, 
revealing her young breasts, tipped with pink nipples, and the graceful 
sweep of her hips.  She turned her back to give him a view of her pert, 
round bottom, then turned to face him.  She had soft, downy hair 
between her legs, light brown and silky, which did not hide the puffy 
lips of her vulva peeking out from underneath her delicate bush.  She 
didn't know if he was old enough to be excited by seeing her naked like 
this; she knew that it was turning her on, though!

"OK, Tommy, move over and let me get in behind you."  She climbed into 
the tub and positioned herself behind him, holding him between her legs 
with his back pressed against her.  It was a large tub, so she had 
plenty of room to spread out, opening her legs very wide.  She raised 
her knees and held him close to her, enjoying feeling his smooth little 
bottom pressing between her legs.  He seemed to be enjoying it too, and 
lay back against her as she caressed his chest and stomach.

"OK," she said finally, "Time for a real washing!  Gotta get all the 
dirt out."

Sitting cross-legged, she had him stand in the tub in front of her.  
She took the soap and a wash cloth and began to scrub him from top to 
bottom, starting at his shoulders and working down his back.  She 
washed his tight little bum, and in his crack, then down the sides and 
backs of his legs.  Turning him around, she lifted his arms to wash his 
underarms and down his ribs, making him giggle.  She soaped up his 
chest and rubbed it, moving lower to his stomach, then ran her soapy 
hands down along his hips and the fronts of his legs.  Finally, she ran 
her slippery hands up the insides of his legs, almost to his crotch.

"There!" she said, "All done!  Now get yourself rinsed off and you can 
go and play until bedtime."

He looked at her with a puzzled frown.  "But, but you're not done yet, 
Allison!" he said, with a little whimper.

"Oh!" she said, "Really?  Did I miss a spot?"

He looked at her with a sad pout, and nodded.

"Well, let's see," she said, studying the situation.  "Did I miss 
here?" rubbing his right knee.  He shook his head.  "How about here?"  
No, his left knee wasn't it either.  Her fingers now moved a few inches 
higher between his legs.  "Here?" she asked.  He shook his head, but 
his breathing was becoming more rapid.  She moved higher.  "Maybe here?  
No?

"Well, then," she said softly, "how about ... here."  She raised a 
slippery index finger up between his legs, and slowly drew it out along 
his scrotum, nudging his little balls up as she went.

"Or maybe here..."  She used her finger to lift his little penis from 
below, rubbing along its underside as she did so.  It immediately began 
to twitch and stiffen, and his shiny pink glans emerged from the 
foreskin where it had been hiding.  She smiled, enjoying the reaction 
she was getting from the excited little boy.

"Well, I guess I found the spot, huh?" she said.  "I gotta make sure I 
get it good and clean, don't I?"

"Yes," he said, panting, "yes..."

She formed a sheath with her soapy fingers and enclosed his stiffening 
shaft.  Then she drew her fingertips along its length to the head, 
stimulating his most sensitive areas as she went.  She kept repeating 
this motion, as if she were gently molding an erect penis from clay, 
smoothing it and caressing it.  Tommy's genitals were a bit larger than 
those of most boys his age, and Allison's skillful manipulation soon 
had him extended to his full length, almost four inches.

"Mmmmm, there we are, getting it nice and clean now, aren't we?  I'm so 
glad you reminded me -- we certainly didn't want to forget to do this, 
did we?"

Tommy was breathing very rapidly now, biting his lower lip, completely 
at the mercy of Allison's coaxing fingers.  His cock was very stiff, 
curving upwards from his hairless pubes until it was nearly vertical.

"Ohhh, you are such a pretty boy, Tommy, such a big, handsome boy.  
Does this feel good?  Do you like it when I do this to you?"

"Y .. yes..."  He could hardly speak, and his legs were trembling as he 
struggled to remain standing while she tantalized and pleasured the 
head of his rigid shaft.  She loved getting him into this state, 
quivering in ecstasy, but she knew she had to slow down now; otherwise 
she'd push him over the edge.

"My!" she said, moving her hand away from his penis.  She held him at 
arms length by his hips and examined his erection.  "You are certainly 
becoming a big boy!  It won't be long before you're making girls very 
happy with your nice hard cock, Tommy.  It makes me happy just looking 
at it!"

The danger of his shooting off before he was supposed to passed, as his 
overwrought penis began to calm down.  She wanted to keep him excited, 
though; it was fun.  Looking up at him with a smile, she leaned forward 
and placed a little kiss on his excited member, then rose to her knees 
and embraced him in a hug.  His erection nestled upright between the 
soft mounds of her breasts, and she moved him gently from side to side 
in her embrace.  She was pleased to feel him stiffening once again as 
his penis rubbed between her slippery breasts; she squeezed his tight 
little bum and slid her fingers between his legs to caress his 
testicles.

When she sensed that she had once again brought him to the brink, she 
took his shoulders and held him away from her.  He whimpered his 
disappointment and tried to press against her again, but she was firm.

"Now, now, Tommy -- you know the rules.  It's time for you to get rinsed 
off now, and go play until bedtime.  Then I'll come and tuck you in."  
She inclined her head and looked at him with wide eyes and a little 
pout.  "You do want me to tuck you in, don't you?"

He fussed for a while, but yes, he did know the rules.  Allison got him 
rinsed and in his pajamas, then off he went.

* * *  Day 2 * * *

The next day was bright and sunny, so they had their lunch outdoors on 
the deck.  The lake was still a bit cool for swimming, but the air was 
warm, and the kids were running around the lawn in their bathing suits.  
Marina never missed an opportunity for business, so Jean was down on 
the lawn with a camcorder, getting some footage of the girls that would 
be used as an intro to their next special.

John and Marina were sitting alone on the deck nursing gin and tonics, 
watching the activity on the lawn.  John closed his eyes and smiled, 
enjoying the warm sun on his face.

"Mmmm, this is delightful, Marina," he sighed.  "You can't imagine how 
glad I am to be here."

Marina smiled and extended a bare foot and wiggled her toes between his 
legs.  "No gladder than I am to have you," she said.  "You are such a 
responsive partner!"  They both laughed, looking down at his lap where 
her naughty foot was producing a prominent bulge in his swimming 
trunks.

Down on the lawn some of the girls were removing their bathing suits, 
and Jean was quick to move in to catch the action.  Missy was in a 
bikini, and Jean dropped down to one knee to get a view from below as 
the pretty little redhead reached behind her back to undo her top, 
tossing it aside with a flourish and sticking her tongue out at the 
camera.  She looked down at her young breasts, two soft little cones, 
and pinched her puffy nipples until they stood out.  Then, giggling, 
she turned and ran off.  Jean kept the camera trained on her, zooming 
in on her firm little bottom as she ran to join Dani down by the lake.

"My God, she's a pretty little thing!" John said, watching Missy as she 
ran down the slope.

"Yes, she certainly knows the way to a dirty old man's heart," Marina 
answered.  She gave John a significant wink.  "You like her?"

"Well, yeah, of course -- I mean, just look at her!  Frisky little 
redhead, playful, just eleven years old ..."

"Ten," Marina corrected.

"...Ten," John repeated, "Oh my God, just ten, and that beautiful 
little body!  What 'dirty old man' wouldn't like her?"

"Yes, Missy is a delectable little morsel, all right," Marina said.  
"So many of the men who send email about her seem obsessed by her tiny 
breasts -- they really love her puffy little nipples."  She put her 
drink down on the table and moved her chair closer.

"So, listen John," she said, "how'd you like to do me a favor?"

"Sure, doll, for you, anything!"

"God, what old movie did you get that from?" she laughed.  He just 
shrugged.

"Kidding aside," she continued, "you know my intention this week is to 
get as much material completed as we can, the 'specials' in particular.  
Well, I could really use some help in that department."

"Meaning?" he said, and took a sip of his gin and tonic.

"Meaning -- how'd you like to do a special with Missy."

He almost choked on his drink, spilling some of it on his trunks.  "Are 
you serious?" he gasped.

"Of course I'm serious," she said.  "I think it would really work out 
well."

"But -- but I'm not an actor!  I've never done anything like that 
before!"

"Oh, that doesn't matter," she said, "You wouldn't be acting, and you 
wouldn't have to say anything.  In fact, no one would even see your 
face.  Missy would take care of most of it."

"How does she feel about it?  I mean, I just met her -- wouldn't she 
feel awkward with a strange man?"

Marina laughed.  "Don't worry about that," she said.  "Missy's a pro.  
She already knows about it, and she's looking forward to it.  She 
thinks you're cute; all the girls do."

"Wow," he said, taking a gulp of his drink.  "Well -- sure, I'll do it -- 
why not!"

Just then Dani came running up, breathless.  Missy was not far behind.

"Where's my sandwich," panted Dani, "I'm hungry."  She retrieved her 
half-eaten sandwich from the table and immediately plunked herself on 
John's lap.

"Yeeew, Daddy, you're all wet!" she squealed, and jumped up.

"Oh, sorry about that," John said, a little embarrassed.  "Just a 
little accident with my drink."

"Just as long as it's not another kind of accident," she laughed.  
Before John could say anything else she grabbed a napkin and proceeded 
to dry his trunks with it, rubbing in circles all over his lap.  Then 
she resumed her seat and nibbled away at her sandwich, swinging her 
legs back and forth.  She was wearing a one-piece nylon racing 
swimsuit, very tight and sleek.  John's trunks were also of nylon, and 
Dani was finding it difficult keeping her seat.  She kept readjusting 
her position and wiggling her bottom in John's lap to keep from sliding 
off.

Marina was watching with amusement.  John could easily have told Dani 
to sit in a chair of her own, but he didn't.  Instead, he sat frowning 
vaguely as his stepdaughter continued to slide her shapely bottom all 
over his lap.  Occasionally, when Dani slid to the side, Marina was 
able to see John's sizeable erection extending at an angle up towards 
the waistband of his trunks, right where the pretty blonde's cute 
little butt was rubbing.  If Dani noticed what was happening in her 
stepfather's lap, she didn't let on.  Missy had taken a seat next to 
Marina, and she was taking it all in.

"So, Missy," Marina said, "John has agreed to do a special with you!  
What do you think of that?"

"Oh, cool!" Missy said excitedly.  "It'll be so much fun!"

Dani turned to look at her stepfather.  "How come you get to do a 
special and I don't?" she said.  "No fair!"

"I'm just helping Marina out," he said, kissing her forehead.  "I'll 
bet there'll be all sorts of neat things for you to do this week."

"Oh, yes, I can guarantee that!" Marina assured her.  "Don't you 
worry."

Dani made a dubious face and continued worrying her sandwich.

"So," said John, turning to Marina.  "Where and when?  Is there a 
script I should look at?"

"Tonight after dinner," Marina said.  "I'll have a rough script worked 
up by then -- you've already given me some creative ideas."

John raised his eyebrows and looked to her for explanation; but she 
merely smiled and looked out at the lake and the mountains beyond.

* * * * *

For most of the afternoon Jean shot several "regular" series with all 
of the girls, using the couch and the bed in the studio.  John was 
curious, so Marina got him set up in her room with a computer on which 
he was able to watch one of Missy's sessions.  The "model inspiration" 
system was in operation, so he was able to watch the reactions of a few 
men as they watched Missy pose.  Marina showed him how to open windows 
that displayed the men's video feeds, and arrange them on his screen 
along with the main window with Missy.  He was also able to hear Missy 
as she chatted with her audience.

She was dressed as a Girl Scout for this series, with a short-sleeved 
white blouse, a loose green vest to which several badges were pinned, a 
green skirt that came to just below her knees, black patent leather 
shoes and green knee socks.  Her wavy red hair was braided into 
pigtails.  When the shooting started she had a box of Girl Scout 
cookies in her hands.

It was startling to see the juxtaposition of Missy's innocent image 
with views of the men who were watching her.  Five men had been 
selected for display, and when the session started most of them were 
not exposed, although one could be seen stroking an erection through 
his underwear.  But as the session progressed, it was not long before 
all of the men had their cocks out and were slowly stroking in response 
to Missy's tantalizing poses.

She started by sitting on the couch with her knees primly together, and 
opened the box of cookies in her lap.  She removed an Oreo-like 
sandwich cookie, and separated it into two halves.  Then, looking 
suggestively into the camera, she began to slowly lick the two halves, 
alternately switching back and forth from one to the other.  Every few 
seconds she would freeze, and a flash indicated that Jean had snapped a 
picture.  The video camera, which was being operated by Marina, zoomed 
in to show Missy's pink tongue delicately licking the white frosting of 
the cookie, picking up little white morsels and pulling them into her 
mouth.  The men stroked harder and faster in response.

Missy began to pull her skirt higher, posing with her legs crossed or 
parted as she sat back on the couch.  The initial peeks up her skirt 
became clearer and more prolonged, as she immodestly lifted the skirt 
to give the men the close-ups of her thin white cotton panties that 
they craved.

She stood up and turned her back to the camera, then looked back and 
grinned over her shoulder as she hiked her skirt up to her waist, 
allowing the masturbating viewers to gaze longingly at her pert little 
bottom through the semi-transparent fabric of the tightly stretched 
panties.  This was a pervert's dream come true: they had their cocks 
out, flashing themselves to a little girl and jerking off, and instead 
of screaming and running to tell Mommy (or the police) she was tempting 
and teasing them, getting them to jerk off more.

"You guys like that?" she said brightly in her little ten-year-old's 
voice.  "Betcha do -- I can see ya, you know!"  And she giggled, staring 
pointedly at the monitor, which was positioned just below the camera 
that Marina had trained on her.  The effect for the men at home, 
squirming with lust as they stroked, was that she was looking out of 
their screens right down into their laps as they worked their erections 
for her.  They knew that she could actually see them jerking off, and 
that knowledge was driving them wild with excitement.  It became too 
much for some of them to endure, and one by one their cocks erupted in 
orgasm.  Often their spurting was clearly visible, and Missy would 
squeal with delight when she saw it.  She knew that she was the cause 
of their lust and masturbation, and she derived a powerful sense of 
pride from it.

Every once in a while Jean would go over to the computer that 
controlled the video feeds and select other men to replace those who 
had switched off after climaxing, so that Missy had a continuous 
display of masturbating fans to watch.  Anyone visiting the site and 
perusing the series of still images that resulted from this session 
would of course have no knowledge of the orgy of cock-stroking and 
verbal teasing that was going on now; all they would see would be a 
pretty little girl striking sexy poses.

The windows that framed the men's videos also contained their screen 
names, so that Missy could address them by name if she wanted to.  She 
looked at one man now in particular (or rather at the hard penis in his 
hand), who had been slowly stroking his cock and his balls during the 
entire session.

"Hi, Lucas!" she called to him now.  "I liked the email you sent me.  
It was really hot!  Do I really make you feel like that?"  She was 
sitting on the floor in front of the couch with her legs extended in 
front of her, her shoes off and her skirt momentarily down.  She looked 
into the camera and grinned, then slowly sucked her finger.  "This is 
for you, Lucas..."  Then she slowly pulled up her knees, and spread 
them wide apart.  The camera immediately zoomed in for a close-up of 
her crotch.  The thin strip of her panties between her legs was barely 
wide enough to cover her, and the outer edges of her puffy labia were 
peeking out into view.  The cotton fabric was so thin and was pressed 
so tightly between her legs that the contours of her girlish vulva were 
clearly delineated in the bright lights, and her dark cleft was 
unmistakable in the center.

It was too much.  Lucas held his balls in one hand and began to 
vigorously work his cock with the other.  In half a minute he erupted -- 
his semen came in powerful spurts, and ran down over his hands, 
dripping onto his wrists.  Missy watched with satisfaction, and smiled 
as the camera moved up to her face.  "Nice, Lucas," she whispered, and 
blew a kiss.

Far away, Lucas sat slumped in his chair, his face red and sweating, as 
he stared at the pretty little girl on his screen, and her taunting 
smile.  His entire body was tingling, for the moment at least, 
satisfied.

* * * * *

Dani was in the studio after dinner, reading a magazine, when Missy 
poked her head in.

"Hey, Allison's putting Tommy to bed -- wanna watch?"

After the stories she'd heard about Tommy and Allison, Dani was 
definitely interested.  "Cool!" she said, jumping up and following 
Missy upstairs to Tommy's bedroom.

Tommy's room was actually an open loft above the upstairs common room 
that was next to Marina's bedroom.  Sometimes he was allowed to sleep 
in the bunkroom with the girls, but Marina let him do that only on 
special occasions.  She knew that the girls liked to play with him 
whenever they could get him alone, and she didn't want him to get too 
used to being pleasured by them.  No sense in spoiling him, she would 
say -- for the moment, at least, she wanted to keep him dependent on 
Allison.

Dani followed Missy up the ladder that led to the loft where Allison 
was already "tucking Tommy in."  Missy still had on the Girl Scout 
uniform she had worn for her photo shoot earlier in the day, and Dani 
could see her tiny panties as she climbed up behind her.  She had 
watched Missy as she posed, and she was surprised to see how excited 
the men got when Missy let them peek up her skirt and see her panties.  
Dani didn't quite understand why that should get guys so hot, but she 
made a mental note of it for later, when it was her turn to pose.  She 
wanted to learn how to turn older men on the way Missy did.

When Allison saw them coming up the ladder she shushed them with a 
finger to her lips, and motioned them over to a large beanbag chair 
where they could sit and get a good view of Tommy.  He was wearing 
loose pajamas, and was lying on his back with his eyes closed and his 
arms at his sides.  Allison had pulled down his pj bottoms, and was 
gently fondling his penis.  His mouth was partly open, and he frowned 
slightly as he concentrated on the pleasure Allison's soft hand was 
giving him.  The evening was warm and the bed sheet had not yet been 
pulled up, so that the little girls had an unimpeded view as Allison 
worked on the young boy's erection.

"Mmmm, Tommy's been such a good boy today," cooed Allison, "so now 
Allison will make him feel soooo nice..."  She reached down and slowly 
drew her fingertips along the insides of his thighs, up over his tight 
scrotum to the underside of his rigid shaft, which she then lightly 
stroked up and down, feathering and teasing.  She smiled as he began to 
whimper and moan, his breath coming in rapid pants.  He would be 
brought to orgasm as he was every night, but Allison enjoyed making him 
wait.  Although she was a sweet girl, Marina know that Allison was also 
a born cock-teaser, and she wanted Tommy to become addicted to the 
pleasure that the clever fifteen-year-old gave him every bedtime, after 
holding it just out of reach for long, frustrating minutes.

Tommy groaned now, and lifted his hips, trying to increase the pleasure 
from Allison's maddeningly light strokes.  She immediately removed her 
hand from his excited cock, and admonished him with gentle severity.

"Now, now, Tommy," she said.  "You know you're supposed to lie still 
while I send you off to dreamland.  You're just going to have to settle 
down if you want me to keep tucking you in.  Are you ready to be a good 
boy, now?  Do you want Allison's hand again?"

Tommy tried to stifle his whimpering.  "Yes, oh please, please, 
Allison!  It feels so good when you do that.  Please do it some more!  
I'll be good, I promise."  He lay still with his arms at his sides, and 
bit his lower lip, trying to hold himself motionless.

"Well, OK," she said, "we'll see."  She watched his face as she once 
again began to stroke the underside of his cock, this time with a 
single fingertip.  Tommy whimpered, but he held himself perfectly 
still.  She smiled, seeing the desire and need in his face, that he was 
trying so hard to control.

"That's it, that's my good little boy," she cooed.  "It feels so good, 
doesn't it?  It's so hard not to squirm around, isn't it?  But that's 
what you have to do if you want me to do this..."  She now wrapped her 
hand around his hard little penis and began to masturbate him slowly 
and gently, causing little thrills of erotic pleasure to tingle through 
his entire body.

And he loved it.  Even though Allison got him so agitated and made him 
almost want to cry with her teasing, he knew that if he just lay there 
holding himself still it wouldn't be long before he got that wonderful 
hot, bursting feeling in his penis as it bucked and jumped in Allison's 
hand.  He loved that feeling more than anything, and he could feel it 
getting closer and closer as the teenager's hand stroked gently up and 
down his excited erection.

Missy and Dani were fascinated by what Allison was doing to Tommy, and 
stared avidly from where they were sitting pressed together in the 
beanbag chair.  Allison motioned to them to come closer so that they 
could get a better view.  They quickly crawled over to the bed, and got 
on their hands and knees next to each other with their faces less than 
a foot away from Tommy's cock, watching Allison slowly jerk it off.  
They watched with great interest as the older girl displayed the little 
boy's erection to them as she stroked it.  They saw the foreskin slide 
over the head of his penis as her hand moved up, then saw it pulled 
down as she lowered her hand, exposing the glistening, swollen head, 
with its puffy edge and the little slit in the middle.  They could see 
how the motion of Allison's hand along the shaft of Tommy's cock just 
below the head made it swell bigger each time she stroked, and they 
could tell from his moans and sighs that it made him feel really good.

After a few minutes of slow, gentle masturbation, during which Tommy's 
cock became very stiff and red, Allison looked at the younger girls and 
whispered, "Watch."  Holding Tommy's erection stretched tight in one 
hand, she wet the index finger of her other hand with spit, and began 
to move it in circles on the underside of the boy's penis, just below 
the head.  He immediately began to whimper loudly, and he squirmed 
around in spite of the "rules."  Allison didn't stop as she had before 
when he had failed to remain still, but instead wet her entire palm and 
set to stroking his cock more firmly and rapidly.  He began to moan and 
gasp, feeling the pleasure intensify between his legs, until after a 
few seconds of Allison's relentless assault his orgasm burst over him, 
causing him to cry out in helpless ecstasy as his cock quivered and 
jerked in Allison's hand.  His hips bucked and thrashed, and she kept 
stroking him until his spasms of pleasure finally subsided.

"There!" Allison said cheerfully.  "Now it's time for sleep, Tommy -- 
have a nice trip to dreamland."  He was too young to have an 
ejaculation, so there was no mess to clean up.  Allison just pulled his 
pj bottoms back up and covered him with his sheet and blankets.  She 
gave him a little kiss on his forehead.  "G'night, sweetie," she 
whispered.  He sighed contentedly and was almost immediately asleep.

As they went back downstairs Missy and Dani talked excitedly about what 
they had just witnessed.

"Wow!" said Dani.  "I've never seen anything like that before!  Allison 
really knew how to get him going."

Missy smiled.  "Well, remember it," she said.  "It might come in handy 
some day!"

* * * Day 3 * * *

Marina led John by the hand into her room.  Dani was about to do her 
first photo shoot, and Marina felt there would be less pressure on the 
inexperienced young girl if her stepfather wasn't watching while Jean 
led her through her paces.

This didn't mean that John wouldn't get to see it, however; Marina 
wanted him to see Dani as she posed, and was curious to see his 
reaction.  Moreover, she was planning to help him enjoy it.

There was a loveseat large enough for two people set up in a corner of 
the room, and in front of it was a computer with a large flat-screen 
computer monitor that was connected via an in-house network to the 
computer that Jean used when photographing the girls.  Marina switched 
it on as she and John sat down on the loveseat.  She kicked off her 
shoes as she curled up next to John, pressing a breast against his arm.

Dani was already on-camera, getting some last minute instructions from 
Jean.  She was listening intently, and seemed very excited.  She was 
wearing a pair of very tight blue shorts, and a white t-shirt that 
revealed the puffy nipples of her peach-sized breasts showing faintly 
through the thin fabric.

"This will be a pretty standard session," Marina told John.  "I want 
her to get used to the routine and posing in front of a camera.  That 
outfit should give some nice views of her sexy little body, and tease 
the hell out of the guys who'll be watching."

John raised his eyebrows.  "You mean this is going to be a live 
session?  For her first time?  Do you think she's ready for that?"

"Oh, I think she's ready," said Marina.  "I've been watching her, and I 
have a hunch that she'll be a natural.  Do you think there'll be a 
problem?  Is she uncomfortable wearing skimpy costumes?"

"Quite the contrary," John said, widening his eyes.  "You should see 
some of the things she wears around the house.  She doesn't realize it, 
but some days she gives me a hard-on that lasts all day long!"

Marina smiled.  "Well, let's see what she does to you today..."  She 
reached down and began to gently caress him through his pants.  He 
turned and kissed her as she stroked his hardening cock.  She returned 
his kiss briefly, but then drew back and smiled.

"None of that," she teased, "this is just to put you in the proper mood 
while you watch Dani."  She stopped stroking and directed his attention 
to the screen.  "Actually, she's not going to see the men who are 
watching her until halfway through the session.  Then we'll turn on the 
feed and let her see what they're doing; it should be interesting 
seeing what effect that has on her."

They settled back to watch, as Dani began to pose.  Jean had set her 
against a dark background, so that she was the center of attention 
under the bright lights.  She started by standing facing the camera 
with her hands on her hips, her head slightly tilted.  She was smiling 
brightly, and looked incredibly cute and innocent, just a pretty little 
eleven-year-old girl who loved getting her picture taken.

She struck a series of standard poses, holding her arms out, then 
raising them, then holding her hands behind her head.  At Jean's 
direction, she turned her upper body to the side, so that the shape of 
her puffy little nipples showed clearly in profile under her snug t-
shirt.  If she had any idea of how exciting these pictures were going 
to be to the men who saw them later, she didn't show it.  Unaware of 
how erotic her young breasts looked as she thrust them enticingly 
forward, with her hands held behind her head, she smiled innocently 
into the camera.

John was watching intently as the poses Jean had Dani assume showed 
more and more of the girl's delicious figure.  He was so mesmerized by 
the increasingly erotic display of his little stepdaughter that he 
almost didn't notice when Marina reached down and undid his pants, 
gently freeing his swelling cock.  He moaned in pleasure as she began 
to slowly stroke him, adding to the excitement he was already feeling 
from watching Dani.

Jean now had the little girl standing with her back turned, looking 
back at the camera over her shoulder.  The shorts were extremely tight 
on her pert bottom, and half of her creamy cheeks were exposed to view.  
Her legs were long and shapely, and ended in little baby-creases under 
her buttocks.  As she looked back at the camera, her mouth was pursed 
into a little pout.  She was absolutely adorable and, to the drooling 
men who were watching her, a mouth-watering tease.

Marina turned to whisper in John's ear as she slowly masturbated him.

"Oooo, isn't she a pretty little cock-teaser?  Doesn't she get your 
cock so excited?  You love this, don't you -- watching your little girl 
tease men with her beautiful body, her delicious little tits and ass, 
making them want her so bad, making them jerk off while they drool over 
her.  She teases you, too, doesn't she?  Wouldn't you just love to 
touch her, run your hands up those gorgeous legs, up between them, feel 
her all over?"

John was squirming and moaning under the double effects of Dani's 
tempting poses and Marina's maddeningly slow handjob.  Marina leaned 
forward and pressed a key on the computer's keyboard, sending a pre-
arranged signal to Jean.

"I think it's time to show Dani the effect she's having on the pedos 
who are watching her, don't you?"  She smiled at John and licked her 
lips, playing her fingertips up and down his rigid shaft.  "Pervert," 
she whispered.  They could hear Jean through the speakers as she spoke 
to Dani in the studio.

"OK, sweetie, remember what I told you?  You ready to see?"

Dani blinked and held her fists together nervously.  "Yes," she 
breathed, "I -- I guess so ... yes, I wanna see!"

A few seconds later, John and Marina saw on their monitor what Dani was 
now seeing on the screen that was set up for her in the studio.  
Arranged around the frame that was displaying her session were several 
smaller frames.  Each one held a moving image of a man stroking his 
cock, most of them close-ups that showed just an erect penis and a hand 
rubbing it up and down.  The men were now aware that Dani could see 
them, and they set to work with redoubled vigor, holding their 
erections up to their cameras so that she would be sure to get a clear 
view of how excited she was making them.  Their cocks were of varying 
sizes and shapes, some circumcised, some not; some were very hairy, 
others had been shaved smooth.  But all of them were fully erect and 
engorged, and all of the men were going crazy with lust for her as they 
masturbated.

Dani's mouth fell open and she stared, hardly able to believe what she 
was seeing.  For a moment Marina was afraid that the shock had been too 
much for the young girl.  But then, after a few seconds hesitation, 
Dani returned to her posing.  She stepped back to an easy-chair that 
was behind her, and sat down.  Then, staring directly into the camera, 
she slowly opened her legs, wide.  Her face was flushed and she was 
visibly excited as she watched the men stroking themselves to her.  She 
began to run her fingertips over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, 
from her knees to her crotch, back and forth.  She frowned and bit her 
lower lip as she stared into the camera, then pouted tauntingly, 
looking directly into the eyes of the men as they masturbated, 
deliberately teasing and mocking them in their need for her.  The 
effect on them was stunning -- they immediately set to jerking their 
cocks faster than ever, and some were soon spurting uncontrollably.  
For those that remained, she set to tantalizing them unmercifully, 
driving them crazy with desire for her virginal body.  The more she 
watched, the more intoxicated she became with the power she had over 
the sexually addicted pedophiles who were frantically masturbating for 
her.  She knew what they wanted, and she did everything she could think 
of to make them want it more, displaying herself to them, enticing, 
tempting, just out of reach.  Jean could hardly keep up with her as she 
posed, bending over to give views between her spread legs from behind, 
spreading her legs and lifting her knees for teasing views of her 
crotch with the thin fabric of her shorts stretched tightly over the 
pronounced mound of her little pussy, pinching and flicking her puffy 
nipples to make them erect and show through her shirt, and all the 
while licking her lips suggestively, teasing and taunting, showing the 
desperate men that she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

Marina smiled wickedly, tantalizing John's throbbing cock in her soft 
hand as he watched his cock-teasing stepdaughter torment the men who 
were going crazy with lust for her.  He was moaning with desire and 
frustration, aching for the little girl right along with the men who 
were jerking off to her.  Marina kept whispering into his ear, driving 
him on, provoking his lust.

"Ohhh, look at that little tease, I told you she was a natural!  Can 
you imagine how she's making those guys feel?  Needing her so much, and 
knowing they'll never be able to have her?  They all want to fuck her 
so, so badly -- look at those big cocks being jerked off for her, think 
of all the pleasure, it feels soooo good, but what they really want is 
her pussy, they're aching for her pussy, her warm, tight, slippery 
little pussy sliding over their big desperate cocks, squeezing them 
with her virginal little cunt, making them cum and spurt inside her!  
You want that too, don't you, oooo I know you do, you'd like to feel 
her slippery little pussy press down over the head of your hard cock -- 
just think about that, go ahead, think about it, think about watching 
her undress through your peep hole till your cock can't stand it any 
more, then think about her getting on top of you naked, smiling at you 
while she lowers her warm, silky pussy onto you, moving slowly up and 
down, up and down, your hands holding onto her pretty round ass, those 
firm little cheeks, your fingers feeling her wet pussy lips on your 
hard cock ...  Ohhhh, aren't you going to go crazy if you can't have 
that?  Don't you need to fuck that adorable little tease?"

Marina kept this up all during the rest of Dani's session, driving John 
mad with desire for his stepdaughter, while her skilful hand kept him 
aching on the edge of orgasm.  Finally, when Jean called a wrap, Marina 
grasped his agonized cock firmly in her hand on an up-stroke, squeezed 
it, then suddenly let go, denying it the release it so desperately 
craved.  He groaned with frustration, and looked at her pleadingly.

"No," she said simply, "not now.  Just hold that thought for later, for 
your special with Missy tonight."

It took John a half a minute to calm down and regain his composure.  He 
shook his head and smiled ruefully.  "You really are a bitch, you 
know."

"Thank you," she said, with a sweet smile.  "I try."

* * * * *

Lucas was breathless as he sat down at his computer and switched it on.  
He had rushed to get home in time for the special he had seen announced 
on the PLT site, the first he was going to see.  According to the 
announcement it, was going to feature his favorite of the girls, the 
little redhead.  The strip-tease she had done in her Girl Scout uniform 
had really gotten him going, and he didn't want to miss this show.  He 
loved watching her undress, but it had been such a maddening tease -- 
they almost showed him what he wanted most, but stopped just short of 
it, leaving him frustrated and dying to see her naked pussy.  And it 
looked like she might have nice little tits, too -- God he wanted that!  
Maybe the special will show everything, and he'll be able to jack off 
to her naked tits and pussy.

He had to fill out a special on-line form and give his home phone 
number before they would let him see specials, and, of course, it was 
going to cost him more each month.  He was a little worried about all 
the information they wanted from him; he supposed it was because they 
wanted to make sure that he wasn't some sort of government agent -- he 
had to say that in the form, in fact.  But he just couldn't resist the 
chance to see that little girl doing what he hoped would be really hot 
things.

He logged onto the site and went to the Specials Page that he was able 
to get to now, and registered to receive the next show.  If this show 
was anything like what they said it would be, his cock was going to get 
a real workout, so his pants were already off and he was ready to start 
stroking.

Finally the video stream began.  He was puzzled at first, since what he 
saw was a man sitting at a kitchen table.  The man was visible just 
from the waist down, and was wearing blue nylon gym shorts.  The view 
was from the side, and he appeared to be reading a book.

The picture changed to a door.  The door opened, and Lucas's penis gave 
a little throb when the little red-haired girl he loved so much 
appeared and stepped out of the room.  She was very young, but the 
nightgown she was wearing made her look younger still.  It was a pink 
summer gown, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, and had a picture of a 
cartoon unicorn on the front.  The gown's hem ended several inches 
above her knees, and fluttered teasingly as she walked, the silky 
material clinging to her developing body.  Her hair was tied up in two 
ponytails, and she carried a well-loved teddy bear.  She was sucking 
her thumb.

The camera followed her as she walked down a hallway into the kitchen 
where the man was sitting.  She stood next to him, and looked up.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty," she said.  "Can I have a glass of milk?"

The man put down his book, and turned in his chair.  "Sure, sweety," he 
said, and got up, moving off-camera.

Half a minute later he returned and handed a glass to the girl, then 
sat back down and continued reading.  The girl wandered around the room 
a bit, sipping her milk and carrying her doll by the leg.  When she 
finished the milk she reached up and put the glass on the table, then 
moved next to the man.

"Daddy -- can I sit on your lap?  I'm not sleepy yet."

The man pulled out his chair to make room, then lifted the girl onto 
his lap, positioning her between his chest and the edge of the table.  
She wiggled her little bottom into his lap, and began playing with her 
teddy bear on the table top.

"Fluffy's dancing, Daddy -- isn't he a good dancer?"  She was making her 
bear's legs kick up and down, in a can-can movement.

The man had stopped reading when he lifted the girl onto his lap, and 
was sitting now grasping the legs of the chair just behind the seat.  
She was squirming and sliding around on his lap as she played with her 
stuffed bear, and he sat perfectly still as her little bum moved over 
the slick nylon of his shorts.  Occasionally when she moved to the side 
away from the camera, a noticeable bulge could be seen extending from 
the man's crotch up towards his stomach.  Then she would move back to 
the center of his lap, and continue wiggling her bottom as she played 
with the bear.  Lucas moaned, imagining what her warm little butt must 
feel like, sliding over the slippery fabric of the man's shorts, 
teasing his hard-on.

Now the camera angle began to change, moving forward and to the side, 
under the table.  Soon Lucas found himself looking at the pair from 
directly in front, as if he were under the table peering up the little 
girl's nightgown.  She was squirming around on the man's lap, and as 
she did the hem of her gown was gradually rising higher up her firm 
thighs.  Her knees were slightly parted, and soon the crotch of her 
thin cotton panties came into view, tight and snug between her legs.

Lucas licked his lips and breathed heavily in pleasure as he gazed at 
the tantalizing scene, slowly masturbating as he watched.  His eyes 
opened a bit wider when he noticed that the man's hands had moved to 
the girl's hips, and were now subtly pulling her gown higher, moving 
the back of the gown up towards her waist, until her little bottom was 
rubbing directly over the bulge in his shorts.  He now held her hips, 
and rose slightly in his chair while he pressed her gently into his 
lap, moving her up and down over his erection.  At the same time he 
parted his legs, forcing her to spread her own legs wider to grasp his 
calves with her ankles.  This excited Lucas even more, because now the 
girl's crotch was clearly displayed for him, her legs spread wide 
apart, and he even had a view up the man's shorts to his tight, hairy 
balls, swollen with lust as the little girl rubbed her bottom in 
circles over his erection.  Lucas moaned in envy and frustration, 
intensely jealous of the pleasure the man was certainly getting.

After a few minutes of this, during which Lucas was avidly 
masturbating, the little girl sudden got off the man's lap.

"I'm sleepy now," she announced, "I'm going back to bed."  She started 
down the hallway, then turned and looked back.  "Your lap is bumpy, 
Daddy!" she said with a grin, then continued on down the hallway.  
"G'night, Daddy!" she called, and disappeared into her bedroom.

The camera turned back to the man, viewing him from the waist down.  
His erection was hugely evident in his shorts.  He pressed his hand to 
his lap and rubbed along the silky fabric over his hard-on, then 
clenched his fists in an obvious effort to control himself.   Sighing, 
he returned to his book.

The view switched to the kitchen wall clock, which read about five 
minutes past eight.  The picture blurred; when it focused again, still 
on the clock, the time now read eight-thirty.

The man at the table appeared again, still reading.  Suddenly he closed 
the book, and pushed it away from him.  He moved his chair back from 
the table, and Lucas could see that he still had his erection, if 
anything bigger than it had been.  Pushing back the chair, he stood up 
and impatiently pushed down his blue shorts.  His erection sprang free, 
rigid and standing almost straight up.  Sitting back down, he began to 
slowly stoke his hard cock.  The message was clear -- even after half an 
hour he hadn't been able to get the tantalizing little redhead out of 
his mind, and he could no longer resist working on the problem she had 
caused between his legs.  As he moaned and stroked, Lucas stroked along 
with him, surprised that he should be excited by the sight of another 
man pleasuring himself.  He knew he wasn't gay, but the thought that he 
and the man on the screen were both excited by the same underage girl 
and both masturbating to her turned him on incredibly.  The motion of 
the man's fingers along the underside of his shaft -- oh yes, Lucas knew 
exactly how that feels, and mimicked the action, loving it.  He moaned 
as he fantasized being in that situation, remembering the girl's 
delicious body sliding over his cock, wanting more of it...

Then, the man released his cock and stood up, and pulled his t-shirt 
off over his head.  Naked now, with his enflamed penis rising up in 
front of him at a sharp angle, he hesitantly began to move down the 
hallway towards the girl's bedroom.

Lucas froze, and he held his breath, almost painfully.  Memories 
flooded his mind -- a marriage, another lifetime -- opening the door of 
Erin's bedroom, quiet, quiet, so she wouldn't wake up -- Erin and her 
beautiful red hair, his voluptuous thirteen-year-old stepdaughter -- 
watching her in sleep, a flashlight on her body, her enticing breasts 
showing through her transparent teddy, aching for her as he stroked his 
erection, teasing and worrying it...

He moved closer to the screen, his heart pounding in anticipation of 
what was coming.  My God, this was so close to what had happened, to 
what he had done then!  Old desires were being stirred up, his former 
obsession awakening and intensifying the lust he felt as the man opened 
the little girl's bedroom door and peered in.  Oh, how he wished he 
were there, quietly stealing into a little girl's bedroom, praying for 
her to be deeply asleep so that he could indulge his forbidden lust for 
her!  The thought that he might now be able to experience what he 
hadn't dared to do years ago was almost too much for him to endure.  He 
had to force himself to calm down, before he hyperventilated and 
fainted!

When the man reached the girl's bedroom, the camera angle changed to 
his point of view.  Lucas saw his hand turn the doorknob, and then the 
camera went into the room, dimly lit by a small light that followed 
along.  It moved across the room to a bed by the wall.  The little 
redhead was asleep on her back, her right hand holding her teddy bear 
to her chest; her other hand was near her mouth, which was partly open 
as she breathed deeply with a tiny, barely audible snore, evidently 
fast asleep.

When the camera reached the bed, it paused for a few seconds looking 
down at the adorable girl; then the man's hand appeared and reached 
down to gently pull the blanket off the sleeping child.  Her nightgown 
covered her thighs halfway to her knees; Lucas licked his lips 
excitedly and whispered "Yes!" to himself as the man's hand slowly 
pulled the hem of the gown up to the little girl's stomach, exposing 
her tight bikini panties to his (and Lucas's) gaze.  She was lying with 
one leg straight and the other bent, so that there was a good view of 
the smooth skin of her inner thighs and her puffy little vulva, hidden 
inside her panties, as the camera pulled in for a close-up.  Lucas 
moaned and stroked himself as he gazed longingly at the tantalizing 
"camel toe" the thin cotton of the little girl's panties formed as it 
clung to her smooth, hairless labia.

The camera pulled back, and now Lucas could see the man stroking his 
cock slowly with his left hand, at the bottom of the screen.  At the 
same time, his right hand reached down and touched the sleeping little 
girl between her legs.  Lucas drew his breath in sharply -- "Oh my God, 
yes!" he gasped, as the man gently caressed her little mound through 
her panties, and slowly moved his middle finger up and down along her 
slit,  slightly pressing the fabric of her panties into the cleft with 
a gentle pressure.

The view dropped down now, indicating that the man had lowered himself 
to his knees beside the bed.  His hands caressed the little girl's 
hips, then slowly moved upwards, raising the hem of her gown as they 
went.  Gradually her stomach was exposed, then her ribs.  He paused to 
gently move the teddy bear she was holding, moving it to the side.  
This obstacle taken care of, he continued pushing her gown up towards 
her chin, until finally the soft little cones of her pre-pubescent 
breasts were exposed for the camera.  Lucas moaned with satisfaction.  
God, yes!  That's what he wanted to see!  Her breasts were just 
starting to develop and swell on her chest, and the sight of them made 
his excited cock throb in his hand.  They were tipped with prominent, 
puffy nipples that were slightly pinker than the surrounding flesh.  
Lucas's tongue moved along his upper lip, imagining licking and sucking 
those lovely, soft little blossoms.

As Lucas watched, stroking and envious, the man's hands moved to the 
girl's breasts and began to slowly caress them.  First spreading his 
fingertips around the base of her soft cones, he gently drew her flesh 
up into little mounds, each topped with a swollen nipple.  He repeated 
this several times, kneading and gently squeezing the little girl's 
tits with his fingertips, enjoying their firmness and elasticity.  Then 
he laid his hands on either side of them, and moved them together, 
almost forming a little valley between them, not quite cleavage.  While 
he squeezed the little girl's tits with both hands, his thumbs played 
with her nipples, flicking them back and forth and moving in circles 
around them.  Taking each of them between thumb and forefinger in a 
gentle pinch, he rolled them back and forth between his fingers until 
they were erect, each one a roseate gumdrop on a puffy pink pillow.   
The camera pulled in for a close-up of her erect nipples and small, 
soft breasts, catching a view at the same time of her partially open 
mouth, her front teeth just visible between soft, moist lips.

After erotically massaging the delicious little girl's breasts for some 
minutes, while the camera moved around to give views of Missy's tits 
from several angles, the man's hands now moved back down her body, 
moving over her smooth stomach and hips to her legs, where he gently 
caressed her inner thighs with his fingertips.  Then, with infinite 
care and gentleness, he straightened her bent leg until it was parallel 
with the other.  This done, he reached up to her hips and proceeded to 
pull her panties down, slowly, inch by inch, gently working them past 
her bottom.  Lucas watched, holding his breath, as the little girl's 
bikini briefs moved lower with tantalizing slowness.  Finally, the 
camera moved in again for a close-up, and the panties cleared the 
girl's crotch completely as they were pulled down her legs past her 
knees and off.  Her little pussy was now completely exposed to Lucas's 
excited gaze, filling his computer screen as he sighed, murmuring 
"Yesss!" to himself, and stroking his cock in ecstasy.  The lips of her 
charming little vulva were smooth and hairless, save for an almost 
imperceptible reddish downiness, just barely visible in the close-up.

The man now gently moved the girl's legs apart, exposing her pussy 
still more, and the camera moved to take advantage of the improved 
view, looking upward along her slit from slightly below.  The man's 
hand appeared again, and it could be seen that his index finger had 
been moistened with saliva.  This he now moved gently up and down along 
her pussy, gently insinuating it into the cleft, until the lips were 
parted and glistening.  He removed his hand, and the camera now had a 
clear view up along her moistened sex to the tiny hood at the top of 
her slit, hiding her delicate little clitoris.

The man's hands appeared again, resting on the girl's hips and 
caressing their developing fullness.  He moved his thumbs inward to her 
sex, and gently pulled her labia apart to give Lucas a view of her 
inner lips, coral pink, the entrance to her warm, tight little tunnel 
of love.  Then, holding the lips apart with the fingers of one hand, 
with the thumb of the other he pressed upward at the top of her slit, 
causing the tiny hood to lift and reveal the glistening pearl within, 
her bud of sweet pleasure.  Lucas stared transfixed at her delicate 
clitoris, aching to be there between her legs, caressing that enticing 
little bud with his tongue.

The man stood up, and as the camera pulled back to take in Missy's 
entire nude form from head to toe, he again began to masturbate as he 
looked down at the sleeping girl.  As he had done before, he reached 
down to caress her between her legs as he pleasured himself; this time, 
however, there was nothing between her delicate lips and his finger, 
and as he gently rubbed his fingertip along her slick crevice, she 
stirred in her sleep and turned over.  The camera pulled back quickly, 
as if about to retreat from the room -- but then it hesitated, watching 
the girl for signs of wakening; there were none.  She had turned half 
onto her stomach, with one leg out straight and the other bent and 
pulled up, but she appeared to be fast asleep.

The camera moved forward again, panning from a small, pink foot up 
along her right leg to her firm, tight buttocks.  Because her left leg 
was lifted, as if she were climbing a steep stair, Lucas now had a view 
of her young pussy from the rear, pouting from between the cheeks of 
her cute little bottom.  He moaned to himself as the camera lingered 
between her legs; he loved rear views like that.

The man's cock came into view, very hard and reddened with desire and 
stroking, and moved lower as "Daddy" positioned himself over the girl.  
He held his cock and rubbed it gently along the smooth skin of her 
outstretched leg up to her bottom, where he moved his excited member in 
circles on each of her firm buttocks, sliding in a little pool of pre-
ejaculate that had leaked from his penis onto the girl's skin.  Lucas 
exhaled in a long "ohhhhh", imagining the exquisite sensations the man 
must be experiencing, as he used the little girl's body for his 
pleasure.

After playing for half a minute on the soft pillows of the girl's 
bottom, the cock continued moving upwards along her back, leaving a 
glistening trail on her smooth skin as it went.  When it reached her 
left shoulder, the camera pulled back to frame the little girl's face.  
She was holding the teddy bear to her lips and was kissing it, as she 
murmured its name, "Fluffy", in her sleep.  Hesitating for a moment, 
the man reached down and pulled the bear gently from the girl's lips, 
at the same time inserting his erect cock into the space between.  
Lucas gasped at the scene: the man's penis was now pressing against the 
adorable little girl's mouth as she held the bear to her, and she was 
kissing the excited cock and mouthing it with her moist lips as she 
babbled in her sleep.  The camera pulled in for an extreme close-up, 
and it could be seen that as her lips opened and closed in wet kisses, 
her tongue was also busy on the purple helmet of the erection that was 
pressed against her mouth.

The man was not able to withstand much of this; with a sigh of pleasure 
he suddenly withdrew his quivering cock from the girl's lips, and 
masturbated it to orgasm, catching his sperm in his hand as it spurted 
and dribbled down over his fingers.  He coated his throbbing organ with 
the slippery fluid and continued pumping as he looked down at the 
little girl.  She was hugging her bear once more, and sleeping 
contentedly.

Lucas ejaculated along with the man on the screen, crying out loudly as 
he did.  He was still jerking the last drops from his pulsating cock as 
the door to the girl's bedroom closed, and the scene faded to darkness.  
He realized with a shock that at the moment of orgasm he had cried out 
Erin's name in his lust.

"God, I am one hopeless bastard," he muttered to himself.  "I gotta get 
out of here."  He cleaned himself off and stumbled outside for a walk.

* * * * *

Marina met John as he emerged from the studio, after getting dressed.

"Well, that was quite a performance!" she said with a big smile.  "How 
do you feel?"

"Kind of strange," he said.  "That was so -- so perverted!"

"Yes," she replied, giving him a hug.  "It was perfect!"

* * *  Day 4 * * *

The next day was gray and foggy, so there would be no outdoor activity.  
Breakfast was bright and cheery, however, with the whole crew at the 
large, round dinner table by the fireplace, where several logs were 
crackling cozily, mixing pleasantly with the sounds of clinking glass 
and youthful giggling.  John felt relaxed and content with his new 
"family" of women and girls, and eagerly joined them in attacking the 
generous spread that Marina and Allison had prepared for them.

He was sitting between Marina and Dani, with Ciel and Allison across 
the table from him.  Missy was next to Dani.  She yawned loudly as she 
reached for a bowl of fruit.

"What's the matter?" Ciel said with a significant leer.  "Rough night?"

"No," said Missy, "I'm still sleepy, that's all."

Ciel put on an innocent expression.  "That's funny," she said.  "I 
thought you were in bed nice and early last night -- you and little 
Fluffy."

Missy blushed as she took an apple from the bowl.  "That was just 
pretend," she murmured.  She glanced furtively in John's direction, and 
began to nibble at the apple.

Dani turned to Missy with a questioning look, but Marina interrupted 
before she could speak.  "Now, Ciel," she said, "you leave Missy alone!  
We all work hard here, and everyone is entitled to feel sleepy now and 
then.  There have been times when I've had to pry you out of bed at 
noon with a shoehorn!"

Everyone giggled at this, and Ciel stuck her tongue out at Marina.  She 
was in a good mood, though, and laughed along with the others.  As 
Missy and Dani began chatting about the day ahead, Ciel selected a 
strawberry and looked over at John.

Marina didn't encourage the girls to watch each other's performances.  
It wasn't forbidden, but she thought it would make them self-conscious 
if they knew their friends were watching them, especially during the 
taping of specials.  Dani didn't even know that there were other places 
in the house were people could see her when she was on camera.  She 
certainly didn't know that her stepfather had watched the exciting 
show she had put on the day before.  She probably would have been very 
embarrassed had she known.

Ciel, however, knew all about the other computers where the shoots-in-
progress could be watched.  When she heard that John was going to be 
involved with Missy, she made sure she was at the computer in the play-
room to watch.  What she saw made her determined to get to know John 
better.

John refilled his coffee cup from the pitcher on the table.  Reaching 
for the sugar bowl, he happened to glance up at Ciel across the table 
from him.  She was looking directly at him, holding a large red 
strawberry to her lips.  Her tongue traced a delicate circle around its 
tip as she smiled at him; then, cradling it on her soft tongue, she 
slowly drew it into her mouth, her full lips widening to accept its 
girth.  When it was halfway inside, she bit and crushed it in her mouth 
juicily, swallowing with evident pleasure.  She wiped a stray droplet 
from her chin with a fingertip, and licked her lips sensually, never 
taking her eyes from John's.  Then she looked away and laughed at 
something Allison said to her, paying no further attention to him.

It had all happened in less than ten seconds.  John sat immobile, his 
coffee cup midway from the table to his half opened mouth.  He wasn't 
sure of what he had just seen.  Was that sexy little brunette actually 
teasing him seductively?  Or was it a totally innocent gesture, just a 
friendly smile?  He couldn't be sure one way or another.  What he was 
sure of, however, was that his cock had completely recovered from its 
activity of the night before, and was throbbing with desire at the 
sight of the pretty fourteen-year-old's lascivious lips and tongue.  
The tight t-shirt she was wearing wasn't helping his composure, either 
-- she was obviously not wearing a bra, and the nipples of her full 
breasts were erect and evident through the thin material.  He closed 
his eyes and tried to think of something else.

After breakfast Marina got busy planning the rest of the day.  She was 
very efficient when it came to organizing her little performers.

"Allison, I'll need you and Missy to keep Tommy out of the way until 
later this afternoon.  Take him to the play room and watch a couple of 
videos with him.  There are some there he hasn't seen.  And Dani, would 
you go with Ciel to the studio in a few minutes, please?  There are a 
couple of things I'd like to try with the two of you.  She'll explain 
it to you, dear."

As the girls were leaving, Marina pulled John to the side and spoke 
quietly to him.

"I've got to leave you alone for a while," she said.  "But at ten go to 
my room and switch on the display -- I think you might find it 
interesting."  He started to speak, but she stopped him with a kiss.  
She flicked her tongue tantalizingly along his lips, then winked at him 
as she headed up the stairs to her bedroom.  Puzzled, he watched her 
leave, then went into the kitchen to help Jean clean up.

* * * * *

Dani tagged along with Ciel to the bunkroom.  They took showers, as 
they usually did before photo-shoots, then put on some costumes and 
headed for the studio.  They weren't costumes, really -- just a couple 
of long t-shirts and simple cotton panties, the kinds of things that 
the girls normally slept in.  They had about an hour until Marina and 
Jean showed up, so they hung around in the studio on the bed, drying 
their hair and chatting.

"So, Dani," Ciel asked at one point, "have you ever, you know, done 
it?"

Dani frowned at the question.  "You mean, like, had sex?" she asked, 
laughing nervously.  "Well, no, I mean like I'm only eleven!  I don't 
even really go out."

Ciel smiled, and fluffed her hair off to the side, where she was 
finishing up with the blow-dryer.  "But you know what it's like, 
right?" she asked.

"How would I know that, if I've never done it?" Dani protested.  She 
took a brush and began smoothing the tangles out of her hair.

Ciel turned off her dryer and put it on the night table next to the 
bed.  She looked at Dani piercingly.  "Come on, girl, you've touched 
yourself, haven't you?  You know -- down there?"  Dani tried to turn 
away, but Ciel moved around to stay in front of her.  "Ever rub 
yourself until you come?  Huh?  You must know how good it feels when 
you do that, right?"

Dani was starting to blush uncomfortably, but Ciel kept at her.  "We 
all do it, girl, 'cause it feels so fucking good, and I bet you do too!  
You do, don't ya -- did'ja ever come?  Huh?"

Dani hesitated.  "I don't know," she said, almost inaudibly.

"Don't know!" Ciel said with a snort.  "Well, I guess that's a no, 
'cause you'd know if you did, I can tell you that, honey!"

Dani looked at her and shrugged.  Ciel smiled.  "But you gotta admit, 
it feels good when you touch, doesn't it?"

Dani looked down and blushed again.  "Yes," she whispered shyly, 
looking up at Ciel for an instant, and then lowering her eyes again.

Ciel smiled, and softened her voice.  "Oh yes, it sure does, Dani, it 
feels so sweet when we tickle our little clits and rub them around and 
around!"  She put her hand between her legs and caressed herself 
briefly through her panties.  Dani's eyes opened wide, but she didn't 
say anything.

Ciel continued her probing.  "So, anyone else ever touch you?  Ever had 
someone else's hand down between your legs?"  She moved closer to Dani, 
and looked into her face eagerly.

"No," said Dani.  "A couple of times boys tried to, but I didn't let 
them."

"Yeah, boys can be jerks," Ciel said.  "And besides -- they don't know 
what they're doing.  Not like us girls."  She paused.  "Hey, Dani -- you 
ticklish?"

Dani blinked.  "Am I wh...?"  Before she had a chance to finish, Ciel 
was on her, going for her ribs with wicked claws.  Dani howled in 
protest and tried to twist away, but Ciel was quicker and stronger, and 
pinned her to the bed by lying on top of her, while her hands tormented 
Dani's ribs and underarms, adroitly avoiding the younger girl's futile 
attempts to stop her.

"Noooo, stop, pleeeease stop, oh no, oh no, stoppppp, I can't stand it, 
you're gonna make me pee, Ciel nooooo...!"  She was laughing 
hysterically as she begged Ciel to stop, and thrashed from side to 
side, trying to escape.  Ciel was silent except for an occasional low 
chuckle as she tortured Dani mercilessly, licking her lips in 
excitement as she watched the contorted face of the helpless girl 
writhing under her.  She was keeping Dani pinned to the bed by lying 
fully on top of her, with her breasts pressing down against her chest, 
and her legs straddling the struggling girl's lower body, preventing 
escape to the side.  Both girls' shirts had ridden up to their waists 
as they wrestled, exposing their thin cotton panties.

Finally Ciel relented -- she stopped tickling, but held Dani's wrists 
pinned on either side of her head, as the two of them laughed and 
panted from their exertions.  Ciel looked down at Dani's flushed face 
and grinned widely at her.  Then, her own face softening to a gentle 
smile, she lowered her head and kissed Dani lightly on the lips.  
Dani's eyes opened wide in astonishment and she stared at Ciel.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, confusion in her voice.

"Because I like you," Ciel said simply.  "Don't you like me?"

Dani was at a loss.  "Yes ... yes, I like you, I do -- but -- but we're 
girls!  No girl ever ... kissed me before."

"No?  Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" Ciel 
replied gently, and again lowered her head to kiss Dani, this time 
lingering a bit longer, her soft lips slightly parted.

Dani was blushing deeply.  She was totally confused by what was 
happening, and a little embarrassed -- but her heart was beating 
rapidly, and she was aware of a pleasant warmth from where Ciel's lower 
body was pressed against hers, separated only by their thin panties.

"The thing about girls," Ciel said, brushing her lips teasingly across 
Dani's, "is that they understand each other so well.  Most boys are 
clueless when it comes to knowing about girls."  She kissed again, this 
time with just the slightest flick of her tongue between Dani's lips.  
Dani made a little sound deep in her throat, halfway between a protest 
and a moan.  Ciel stretched the little blonde's arms over her head and 
held her wrists captive in one hand, while she shifted her body a bit 
to the side, so that she was straddling Dani's right leg, still holding 
her down.  She gently stroked Dani's left cheek, and traced a fingertip 
along the edge of her ear.  Dani shivered and closed her eyes.

"No boy could ever know as much about a girl as another girl," Ciel 
continued, running her hand slowly down Dani's arm and her side, and 
lightly caressing her stomach under the t-shirt.  "We're the ones who 
know what we like..."  She gently fondled Dani's left breast, exciting 
its soft tip with her fingertips through the thin t-shirt.  Dani 
shivered as Ciel coaxed her puffy nipple erect, and tantalized it with 
a slowly circling finger.  Then, resuming her gentle kissing, with her 
tongue darting between the panting girl's parted lips, she reached down 
and lightly brushed her fingertips between Dani's legs.

"Ciel -- no -- don't ..." Dani protested from under Ciel's kisses, and 
tried to move her legs together to escape the older girl's fondling.  
But Ciel bent her right knee to keep Dani's legs apart, and continued 
playing her fingertips over the squirming girl's crotch.  Her touch was 
deliberately tantalizing, offering only little hints of pleasure and 
subtly creating a need for more.  She toyed with Dani, using the 
younger girl's inexperience to keep her off-balance and confused. She 
responded to Dani's whimpered "please, no, please stop" by removing her 
hand and caressing Dani's cheek, whispering into her ear how pretty she 
was, telling her how excited she had gotten the men who watched her, 
then flicked her tongue around Dani's ear as her hand returned to 
between her legs, synchronizing fluttering fingertips with flicks of 
her tongue.  Dani moaned and writhed, totally disoriented and awash in 
a flood of conflicting emotions, torn between desire and shame.

* * * * *

Dani's discomfiture would have been much worse if she had been aware of 
something that Ciel knew very well.  It wasn't unusual for video 
cameras to be left in random locations around the studio when not in 
use.  Two of them, in particular, happened to be near the bed where 
Ciel was busy seducing Dani -- and they happened to be trained on the 
center of the bed.  What's more, they were silently running -- all this 
as per Marina's instructions.

Also in accordance with Marina's instructions, John had gone to her 
room just after ten o'clock, and sat down in a chair that had been 
placed in front of the remote computer monitor.  Switching it on, he 
was startled to see Ciel and his own sweet little Dani, wrestling and 
laughing on the studio bed.  He smiled at this, because he knew how 
ticklish Dani was, from their own horseplay at home.  What Dani didn't 
know was that when he tickled her on the living room floor he often 
used the opportunity to get exciting feels of her developing body as he 
drove her into gales of laughter.  Whenever that happened he would 
invariably wind up masturbating to the memory later.

And now here was Dani being tickled by the same girl who he was sure 
had been deliberately enticing him at breakfast, that sexy little 
temptress Ciel.  He was struck by how methodical and sadistic she was 
as she tickled Dani; it excited him, and he felt his cock beginning to 
throb.  He opened his pants and began to work on his growing erection 
as he watched the girls thrashing around on the bed.

It wasn't long before he realized what Ciel was up to.  She was 
obviously intent on seducing his innocent little stepdaughter, and the 
thought greatly aroused him.  There were two views displayed on his 
screen, one a close-up of Ciel's hand stroking between Dani's legs, the 
other of Dani's face, capturing her reaction to Ciel's ministrations.  
He licked his lips in anticipation as his hand slowly stroked, and he 
sat back to watch.

But then something totally unexpected happened.  He sat bolt upright 
and stared, unbelieving.

* * * * *

Ciel's skillful manipulation had utterly destroyed poor little Dani's 
defenses, and the young girl completely surrendered to the pleasure 
that her seducer was now lavishing between her legs.  She whimpered and 
moaned as Ciel's hand played along her vulva, and timidly met Ciel's 
tongue with her own as she returned her kisses.  Then:

"Well, what do we have here?"

The voice was Marina's.  Dani gasped and sat bolt upright, pushing Ciel 
to the side.  Marina and Jean were standing next to the bed.

"Oh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm sorry Marina!  I -- I ..."  Dani was 
blushing furiously, and totally at a loss for words.  Ciel just 
laughed.

"There's no need to be sorry, dear," Marina said soothingly.  "It looks 
as if you and Ciel were having a lovely time together.  It was 
beautiful, really it was."  She sat down on the edge of the bed and 
stroked Dani's cheek reassuringly, smiling gently.

"You know," she continued, "I told your Dad that I see something in you 
that's very unusual, very special.  I saw it the first time we met."

Dani blinked.  "You did?" she asked timidly, not really understanding.

"Yes, I did," Marina replied.  "There's something in you that is very 
appealing to men -- and to women.  You are truly a delight, my dear."

"I -- I am?"  She was blushing again, but she was also pleased by 
Marina's praise.

"Oh yes, you certainly are!  In fact, even though this is your first 
time here with us, I think that you are the kind of girl who deserves a 
special of her own."

"A -- a special?  Me?  I could actually get to do that?"  Dani's eyes 
were wide with disbelief.  "This week, before I went home?"

"Yes, dear," Marina said, smiling.  "In fact, you could do it right 
now.  Actually, your special has already begun..."

While Marina was talking, Ciel had moved on the bed to behind Dani, 
sitting against the bed pillows.  She wrapped her arms around her, 
lightly embracing her from behind, and rested her chin on her shoulder, 
while the two of them listened to Marina.  Meanwhile, Jean had removed 
one of the two live video cameras from its tripod, and was waiting off 
to the side.

"First," Marina continued, "let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"  
She grasped Dani's hips and gently pulled her lower down on the bed, 
until her head was resting on Ciel, between her legs.  The motion 
caused Dani's t-shirt to ride up, uncovering her bikini briefs.  Ciel 
reached down and pulled the shirt higher, uncovering Dani's small, 
developing breasts.

"Ciel...?" Dani complained weakly, looking up at her friend.  Ciel just 
smiled and cupped Dani's immature breasts in her hands, squeezing them 
gently.

"And let's get these out of the way too," Marina said.  She reached 
down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Dani's panties, then 
pulled them swiftly off.  Dani looked down in shock at her sudden 
nakedness, and automatically reached up to pull the shirt back down.  
But Ciel caught her wrists, and held them firmly.

"It's all right dear," cooed Marina, "you are really quite beautiful, 
you know.  You mustn't deprive us of the sight of your exciting young 
body."  She motioned to Jean, who now came forward to get a close-up of 
Dani's nude body from head to toe, lingering on her pert breasts and 
hairless pudenda.  Dani lay as if paralyzed, still faintly struggling 
against Ciel's firm grasp.

Marina stood up and looked down at Dani.  She was wearing the dark red 
satin dressing gown that all of the girls admired so much.  Untying the 
sash at her waist, she opened the robe and let if fall from her 
shoulders to the floor.  She stood beside the bed dressed now in only a 
black lace garter belt and stockings.  Dani was stunned; even Ciel 
gasped in surprise.  "Holy shit," she said under her breath.

Voluptuous, generous, womanly -- this was Marina.  She was thirty-six 
years old, and obviously no longer a girl.  But her body was firm, 
healthy, and very erotic.  Jean skillfully managed to capture in a 
single view both Marina and eleven-year-old Dani, and the contrast 
between them was fascinating.  Dani was slender, and her skin was taut 
and smooth; but she was largely unformed.  Her breasts were captivating 
in their youth and potentiality, and this was really their charm, their 
un-ripeness and promise of development.  Despite her sexual 
attractiveness, she was still essentially a child, timid and playful, 
almost unaware of her sexuality.  A tender virgin, her smooth pubes and 
tender lips had obviously never been parted by a male erection.  She 
elicited both lustful and protective impulses in men who looked upon 
her longingly.  Marina, on the other hand, was a fully-developed sexual 
being, experienced and confident in her erotic power.  Her breasts were 
large and full, with pronounced dark reddish-brown nipples, and were 
surprisingly firm and high in spite of their heaviness.  Wide hips and 
a rounded stomach suggested fertility and feminine power, a lure and a 
match for any male assault, and her skin, though taut and glowing, bore 
slight signs of stretching from the rigors of childbirth and from 
simple voluptuousness.  Between her legs the lips of her vulva were 
rosy under a luxuriant bush of dark blonde pubic hair.  She was a 
powerful, erotic earth-Goddess, playing the slut in black fetish garter 
belt and sheer black stockings.

Marina turned to face the camera and spoke to the men who would 
eventually be watching Dani's special (this one wasn't being broadcast 
live).  She smiled and wagged her finger at the camera in a scolding 
gesture.

"Why you naughty boys, you!" she chided.  "Grown men looking at a 
little girl when she's helpless and naked -- aren't you ashamed of 
yourselves?"  She winked and turned back to Dani.

"She is a pretty little thing, isn't she?"  The camera focused on Dani, 
lying nude on the bed, restrained by Ciel's strong hands.  She tried to 
smile, but she looked apprehensive and a little frightened.

"Do you like her?" Marina continued.  "Oh yes, you like her all right!  
I bet she's helping you feel quite good right about now, isn't she?"

She turned and looked down at Dani.  The camera followed her gaze to 
the little girl lying restrained on the bed.  Marina spoke while Dani's 
nude body filled the screen.

"Oooo yes, feels so good doing it to her, doesn't it?"  The camera 
moved back to her face.  She pouted and frowned in mock concern.  "But, 
really, we shouldn't be selfish about it, should we?  We really should 
to something to make her feel good, too -- don't you think so?  Is that 
something you'd like to watch?"  She kneeled on the bed at Dani's feet, 
and looked back at the camera.  "Well, let's see what we can do, shall 
we?"

Smiling, she lowered herself and lay at full length between Dani's 
legs, forcing them apart.  Her underarms rested on the tops of Dani's 
thighs, and she gently caressed her stomach and hips, smiling up at her 
as she did so.  Then, running her fingertips down Dani's hips, she 
lowered her head and gently kissed the young girl between her legs, 
pressing her lips softly to Dani's smooth vulva.

Dani breathed in sharply, shocked by what Marina had done.

"Marina!" she hissed.  "What are you doing?  That's so gross -- oh my 
gosh, what are you doing?"

"Gross?" Marina answered softly.  "Do you really think so?  You're so 
pretty, Dani -- I love kissing you like this -- I really can't help 
it..."

Once again she bent to brush her lips across Dani's delicate young 
pussy, this time bestowing several soft kisses on each of her pouting 
labia.  Dani whimpered and squirmed in distress, but Ciel's firm grip 
of her wrists and Marina's weight on her legs kept her effectively 
pinned to the bed, unable to resist what was being done to her.  Marina 
smiled into the camera, knowing that the excited men who would be 
watching would be enjoying the little blonde's helplessness; and 
knowing, too, that John was at this very moment watching her go down on 
his stepdaughter.  She knew he'd be jealous.

Jean now moved down to the foot of the bed and captured the entire 
scene, with Marina's voluptuous body lying between Dani's legs, her 
head moving gently as she kissed the helpless girl's exposed crotch.  
Dani struggled against Ciel's restraint, but to no avail -- Marina 
ignored her squirming and pleadings to stop, and continued covering her 
pussy with tender kisses.  Ciel watched with obvious enjoyment, her 
face flushed with the exertion of holding Dani captive, smiling 
excitedly, her full lips parted in anticipation.

The camera moved closer to Marina, panning up along her stocking-clad 
legs to her full, voluptuous ass.  Her legs were spread wide, giving an 
unobstructed view of her large cunt, dark pink and moist, protruding 
lewdly from between her white buttocks.  The view moved up and to the 
side, displaying a large breast pressed against the top of Dani's right 
thigh, then moved in for a close-up of Marina's face as she kissed 
Dani's smooth pussy.

Marina looked into the camera and winked; then, looking up at Dani's 
face, she placed the tip of her tongue at the bottom of the little 
girl's vulva, and slowly moved up along the crevice, parting the lips 
slightly, moistening them with saliva, until she reached the tiny hood 
of Dani's clitoris; she flicked her tongue rapidly three times, then 
lifted her head and smiled up at Dani, watching her reaction.

Dani gasped.  Her eyes were wide open in horror as she looked down at 
Marina.

"Marina!  How can you ... yeeww!  Stop it!  That's so gross ... that's 
where I pee ... please don't, I don't know why you'd ever want to do 
that!"

Dani was upset, but there was something else in her voice that Marina 
picked up on immediately, a suggestion of an awareness of pleasure.  
Marina laughed softly, and looked up at Dani.

"Why would I want to do this?" she asked, and slowly licked Dani's 
clitoris from side to side.  Dani closed her eyes and moaned.  "Well, I 
don't know, why would I want to do this?" Marina repeated, and 
continued making sweet love to Dani's pussy.  After licking the entire 
length of her vulva several times, she set to sucking gently on the 
young girl's clitoris, alternately pleasuring it with her soft lips, 
and teasing it with her wicked, expert tongue.  "Why ever would I want 
to do this?"

Dani was moaning in ecstasy now, her eyes closed and her head moving 
from side to side in helpless abandon.  Ciel didn't need to restrain 
her anymore, so she reached down and caressed Dani's small, pert 
breasts, gently rolling the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, 
adding to the pleasure that was consuming the little girl.

When Marina knew that Dani was almost at the point of orgasm, a 
knowledge acquired from long experience with young virgins just like 
the one she was working on now, she suddenly stopped and looked up at 
her little victim.

"But, if you really don't think I should do this, then I guess I'll 
stop.  Is that what you want, Dani?  Do you want me to stop?"  She 
looked up with a questioning pout.

Dani whimpered and moaned in frustration.  "Ohhhh Marina, no ... no, 
please don't stop, oh Marina, pleeeease," she begged, squirming and 
lifting her hips in frantic need for more of Marina's heavenly mouth.

Marina chuckled softly, and resumed her work between Dani's legs, using 
her kisses and licks to bring the ravished girl to the point of orgasm 
once more, only to back off momentarily to delay release.  She did this 
several times, holding orgasm just out of reach of the begging, 
thrashing girl.  Finally, she gave little Dani what she by now so 
desperately needed, and covered the girl's entire pussy with her warm, 
wet mouth, sucking and licking to drive her relentlessly over the brink 
of a deliriously sweet climax.  Dani cried out in ecstasy, whimpering 
and gasping at pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced.  Both 
Marina and Ciel caressed her gently as her throes gradually subsided 
into contented murmurings.

Presently, Marina turned onto her side and looked at the camera.

"Did you like that?" she whispered, licking her lips while she idly 
caressed her heavy breasts.  She smiled as the screen faded to 
darkness.

* * * * *

John was still staring at the screen when Marina appeared at the 
doorway, once again in her red dressing gown.  She was flushed and 
breathless, and looked at him hungrily.  His pants were down and his 
cock was rigid in his hand.  He had obviously been enjoying the show.

She strode quickly into the room, dropping the robe as she went, and 
stood over him as he sat in the chair holding his throbbing cock.  He 
looked up at her full breasts hovering above him, and at her bushy 
cunt, shining wet and pink inches from his face.

"Give me that cock," she hissed, "it's mine -- I want it!"  She 
straddled him on the chair and lowered herself onto his quivering 
shaft, engulfing it fully into her moist warmth.  He groaned in 
pleasure as she ground her hips in circles, and slowly raised and 
lowered herself on him, her slick vagina sending thrills of pleasure 
through his already enflamed cock as it slid up and down, grasping and 
sucking like a hot mouth.

Marina cried out in her own pleasure as she slowly fucked him, reaping 
the rewards of getting him so excited watching her with Dani.  She 
looked into his face and grinned at him, licking her lips as she urged 
him on.

"You like seeing me go down on your little girl," she panted, "like 
seeing me lap up her sweet little cunt?"

He could hardly speak.  "Oh my God, oh God yes, ohhhhh..." he groaned 
as she twisted herself around his enflamed cock, driving him crazy with 
lust.

"Bet you wish it was you, didn't you, getting your own mouth on her," 
she went on, taunting him.  "Nasty pervert, perverted Daddy, you wish 
you could fuck your little girl, don't you?  Wish you could suck on 
her?  Tease her little clit with your tongue?  Make her go crazy?  She 
tasted sweet, oh yes, sooo sweet -- think about that, Daddy perv!"

As she said this she lifted herself and bobbed up and down slightly, 
teasing the head of his cock with the lips of her pussy, letting him 
enter her only a fraction of an inch.

"Ohhhhh you want her young pussy so much, don't you, want to feel your 
big pervert cock sliding into her tight, slippery little cunt -- that 
what you want, huh?"

"Oh God, you teasing bitch!" he groaned, grabbing her hips to pull her 
roughly down on him, impaling her to her depths.

She laughed and threw her head back, loving the feeling of his frantic 
cock going crazy inside her.  As she bounced and twisted in his lap and 
he thrust and writhed inside her, she continued to taunt him about his 
lust for his stepdaughter.

"It was hot when she came, wasn't it?  She needed it so much -- I could 
have done anything I wanted to her.  Did you see her pretty little tits 
jiggle?  Awwww -- wish you could have sucked them?  Her cute puffy 
little nipples?"

She finally allowed him to come in her, and she let herself go to join 
him in a very deep orgasm.  She enjoyed whipping him up into a frenzy 
like this, enjoyed using his weakness for little girls to tease and 
excite him.  Under her influence he was becoming even more of a 
helpless pedophile than he already was -- just the way she liked him!

* * *  Day 5 * * *

Allison had spent the better part of the morning in a solo posing 
session that featured her in a short pleated skirt and a tight blouse 
that showed off her shapely breasts nicely.  The primary emphasis had 
been on the white cotton panties she wore under the skirt, a 
combination that never seemed to loose popularity among her fans.  She 
had started, as usual, with modest poses in which she smiled sweetly at 
the camera, sitting demurely with her legs to the side and knees close 
together.  In some she held school books in her arms, as if she were 
getting ready to run off to her next class.  Aside from the fact that 
the length of the skirt offered fetching views of her long, shapely 
legs, these first shots were quite innocent -- she looked for all the 
world like a fresh, wholesome teenager, very happy and outgoing.  Her 
brown hair was down, falling luxuriantly over her shoulders, which made 
a pleasing contrast with her neatly trimmed bangs.

Of course, as the session progressed there were occasional glimpses 
further up her skirt, when she sat with her legs crossed, or posed with 
one foot on a chair as she tied a shoe.  Soon, the happy viewers were 
catching little peeks of her white panties as she became more careless 
of keeping her knees together when she sat down.  She climbed onto her 
bed and pulled her knees up to her chin, hugging her legs as she smiled 
into the camera.  Her ankles blocked a view of what the men really 
wanted to see, but this soon changed as she parted her knees and let 
them stare directly between her legs at the cotton panties stretched 
tightly over her crotch.  By the end of the session she was on her 
hands and knees delighting her audience with full views from the rear, 
with her skirt pulled up over her shapely bottom and the contours of 
her pussy clearly outlined by the panties between her parted legs.  She 
smiled back over her shoulder to let them know that she enjoyed teasing 
them like this.

The men seemed to be especially excited by this session, and in the 
monitor next to the camera she saw several of them ejaculate as they 
stroked to her.  This pleased her, because it meant that she had 
excited them and given them sexual pleasure.  She wondered what that 
felt like for a man as she watched her audience masturbate.  She 
couldn't really know, of course, since she was a girl and they were 
guys.  But Marina had told her that it probably felt just like it did 
to her when she rubbed her clitoris (or when one of the other girls did 
it for her).  If this was true, then those men must be having a very 
good time while they watched her, slowly stroking their big, hard 
penises, getting so excited and feeling the pleasure grow more and more 
intense and urgent as she posed for them and teased them.  She liked 
that.

Marina had told her that they'd do her special with Tommy in the 
afternoon, and she was heading upstairs now to get him ready.  She was 
halfway up the broad staircase when John came around the corner and 
passed by the railing.  He had just come from the shower and had a 
towel wrapped around his middle; he was vigorously drying his hair with 
another towel.

Hearing a noise, John looked up and was surprised to see Allison 
looking down at him from the stairs.  She was leaning over the railing, 
smiling at him.  He was tongue-tied for a moment, because from his 
position below her he was able to look through the rungs of the railing 
directly up her short skirt.  He swallowed hard as he tried to pull his 
eyes away from the tantalizing view, but it was several seconds before 
he was able to.  Allison didn't seem to notice, and remained stationary 
until he managed to avert his eyes and move around to the foot of the 
stairs.

"Hi, Mr. ... Mr. ...", Allison said, struggling to recall his last 
name.

"Please -- call me John," John said.  "Last names don't seem to matter 
here, do they?"

"OK," she said pleasantly.  "So -- enjoy your shower ... John?"  He was 
pushing back his wet hair and trying to make himself more presentable.  
Bare-chested, John displayed a body that was obviously in good 
condition.  This wasn't lost on Allison.

"Oh, yes," he replied.  "I thought I'd head out onto the deck to dry 
off in the sun -- such a nice day today."

"That'll be nice," she said.  "Nobody out there, so you can even drop 
your towel if you want!"  She smiled and winked at him.  "So, are you 
enjoying your stay here?"  She sat down on the stairs and rested her 
elbows on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands as she looked down 
at him.

"Oh, it's great here!" he said enthusiastically.  "I'm really glad we 
decided to come here for the week."

"Me too," she said.  "It's nice meeting some new people for a change."

"Look," John said earnestly, "I want to thank you for being so nice to 
Dani.  She told me how friendly you've been with her, and I honestly do 
appreciate that.  It's really been kind of you."  As he spoke he 
noticed that Allison's knees had moved apart slightly, and once again 
he was looking between her long, graceful legs, his eyes drawn by a 
flash of white cotton panties.

"She's a great kid, she totally is," Allison said, dropping her arms to 
her sides and grasping the edge of the step she was sitting on.  "All 
the girls like her, and I've heard she's really good in front of the 
camera.  Marina's very pleased."  After a pause she said, "And it's 
nice having you here, too -- all the girls like you a lot."  She winked.

John blushed slightly, at a loss for words.  "Well, I ... I'm having a 
good time here," he said lamely.  Allison giggled and stood up.

"Well, I guess I'd better go see what Tommy's up to," she said, yawning 
and stretching her arms over her head.  As she arched her back the 
buttons of her blouse strained against her breasts, and her raised arms 
lifted her skirt enough to show the white "v" between her legs.  She 
turned and started up the stairs.

"All work, work, work with Marina, eh?" John said playfully.

Allison stopped and looked back at him.  "Oh, that's all right," she 
said with a grin.  "I love my work!"  She winked again, and continued 
slowly up the stairs.  John watched, captivated by the sight of her 
firm, round bottom peeking out from under her skirt, covered only by 
her tight, sheer panties.  He sighed and went out onto the deck.

Allison smiled to herself as she climbed the stairs.  She had taken 
note of the bulge that had been starting to tent under John's towel.  
"That was fun," she thought to herself.  "I wouldn't mind seeing more 
of what's under there!"

* * * * *

"C'mon, Tommy, show us -- we wanna see!"  Missy said, laughing, as she 
and Dani wrestled with Tommy in his bunk.  They were tickling him and 
trying to undo his shorts, while he pushed their hands away and whined 
in protest.  When he saw Allison come up the ladder he jumped off his 
bed and ran over to her, hiding behind her.

"What's the matter, Tommy -- what's going on?" she asked.  She took him 
by the hand and led him back to his bunk, where she sat down with him 
next to her.  "Are Missy and Dani being mean to you?"

"Yes!" he yelped vehemently, "Real mean!  They wanna see my thing!"

Allison pretended not to understand.  "Your thing?" she said.  "What do 
you mean, Tommy?  What thing is that?"

"You know," he said, putting his hand between his legs.  "My thing, my 
... my cock."

"Really?  Oh my!  What naughty girls!"  She winked at Missy and Dani, 
who giggled and exchanged conspiratorial glances.  "So, what do you 
have to say for yourselves, you bad things?"

Missy suppressed a grin and recited, as if from a script: "We didn't 
mean any harm, we just think he's so cute and handsome."

Dani chimed in: "Oh, yes, he's so cute and sexy, we just couldn't help 
it!"

"Well, what do you think of that, Tommy?" Allison asked, pulling him 
onto her lap as they looked at the two little girls standing in front 
of them.  "They think you're handsome -- doesn't that make you feel 
proud?"  He was silent.  Cradling him in her lap, Allison began to 
caress his legs.  She bent and whispered in his ear.  "I think your 
cock is wonderful, Tommy.  I like it when you let me see it.  Don't you 
like to show it to me?"

"That's just with you," he murmured.  "Not -- them."

"Well, they're your friends, too," Allison said, "and they really like 
you -- don't you, girls?"

"Oh, yes," Missy said quickly, "we think you're so cute!"

"Uh huh," Dani said, "and handsome!  We really, really want to see your 
nice cock, it would make us feel sooooo sexy!"

Tommy was doubtful.  "I know, Allison said brightly, "maybe we can make 
a trade!"

"A trade?" Tommy said.

"Yes," Allison went on, "suppose they show you something, then you show 
them.  That would be fair, wouldn't it?"

"I dunno know," he said hesitantly, "maybe."

"Dani and Missy look so nice in their pretty dresses, don't you think 
so?"  The two girls were both wearing long tie-dyed cotton skirts, with 
jingling anklets on their bare feet ("hippie freaks," Ciel had called 
them when she saw their outfits).  "I'll bet you'd like to see what's 
under their dresses, wouldn't you?  All sexy boys like that."  She 
gently moved one of her hands to his lap and rested it there.  "If they 
let you see under their dresses, would you let me show you to them?  It 
would be just like when we're alone -- I know they'd love to see how I 
touch you."

Missy giggled.  "Look, Tommy," she said.  "Elevator's going up..."  She 
and Dani grasped the hems of their skirts and began to slowly lift 
them.  "Going up, up," she chanted, as more of their slender legs were 
exposed.  When the skirts had almost reached their crotches, Dani sang 
out, "Top floor!"  The girls giggled, and slowly lowered their skirts 
again.  Tommy smiled.

Allison began slowly to unbutton Tommy's shorts.  "That was no fair, 
was it Tommy?" she said.  "They're just teasing us.  We want to see 
more than that, don't we?"  Tommy nodded, keeping his eyes on the two 
little girls.

Now the girls turned around and stood with their backs to Tommy.  
"Goin' up again!" called out Missy, and once again they began to lift 
their skirts.  Allison had opened Tommy's shorts all the way, and now 
was caressing him through his underwear, encouraging an erection with a 
single lazy finger.  His lips parted as he stared at the two girls 
while they continued to tantalize him, more and more of their smooth 
thighs being uncovered as their skirts progressed slowly upwards.

Tommy was so caught up in watching the girls lift their skirts that he 
hardly noticed when Allison had him stand momentarily so she could pull 
down his shorts and underwear, then lift him back on her lap.  Her 
knees were together and she had him straddle them, so that his legs 
were spread apart.  She pulled him back so that he rested against her 
chest, while she continued to fondle his rising penis.  It was now 
almost fully erect.  Tommy relaxed in his pleasure, his eyes half-
closed as he watched the little girls performing for him.

Finally the girls had their skirts pulled up to the tops of their 
thighs.  They paused and looked over their shoulders back at Tommy.  
They gave little "ooooo"s of delight when they saw his exposed cock, 
erect in Allison's caressing hand.  Then they pulled their skirts all 
the way past their round bottoms, exposing lace-trimmed flowered 
panties, and wiggled their little asses at the staring boy.  They 
looked at each other and giggled, then looked back at Tommy to see the 
effect their show was having on him.

"Aren't they pretty, Tommy?" asked Allison.  "Do you like looking at 
them?"

"Yes," he said, "but..."  He looked up at Allison and whispered, "Tell 
them to take their underwears off."

Allison grinned.  "Hear that, girls," she said, "Tommy wants you to 
take off your 'underwears'!  Our sexy little boy wants to see you 
without your panties..."

The girls looked at each other and giggled, then bent over and pulled 
their panties down to show their cute little bare bottoms.  They turned 
around and lowered their skirts again, and pulled their panties all the 
way down from under the skirts. Their anklet bells jingled as they 
kicked the panties aside.

"Watch, Tommy," Missy said softly, "elevator's going up again.  Only 
this time no top floor -- and no 'underwears'..."  And once again they 
began to raise their skirts, inch by inch, in front of the excited 
little boy.

Allison accompanied the girls' show by running her fingertips up and 
down Tommy's hard cock, giving him little thrills of teasing pleasure.  
Up and down her clever hand danced and stroked, while the girls' skirts 
rose higher and higher...

"Oh my goodness, look at the time!" she exclaimed suddenly, looking at 
her watch.  "We've got to go, Tommy, right now!"  She abruptly got up, 
placing him on the bed, and headed for the ladder.

"But, but Allison," he begged, "just a little more!  Please, can we?"  
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking desperate, his cock standing 
straight up out of his lap.

"No, I'm sorry, we have to go now," repeated Allison.  "We don't want 
to be late -- and besides, I've got something special to show you, 
something new."

Tommy looked anxiously back and forth from Allison to the girls.  He 
was leaning back on his bed, with his excited hard-on standing up and 
quivering.  The girls kept up the tease, pulling their skirts higher 
and higher.  "Allison," he whined, "please, just a little more!"  He 
was dying to touch himself, but he knew he wasn't allowed to do that -- 
only Allison could.

"Tommy," Allison said slowly, "if you come right now I'll give you more 
of what you like, a lot more.  But if you don't come by the time I 
count three, you won't get anything."  Then she added softly, "And 
nothing at bedtime, either."

"One..."

The girls continued to raise their skirts.  "Look, Tommy," whispered 
Dani, "almost there!  Don't you want to see?"  She and Missy stood in 
front of the tormented little boy with their skirts only a millimeter 
below what he was dying to see -- the next movement upwards would show 
him their little naked pussies.

"Two..."

"Awwwww ... Allison, wait up!"  Tommy frantically scrambled to pull his 
pants back on as he hurried to the ladder to follow Allison.  He wasn't 
able to button his shorts because of his erection, so his hard-on 
bobbled in front of him as he ran.  The girls thought this was 
hilarious, and broke out into sputtering laughter as he disappeared 
down the stairs.

* * * * *

Walking into the studio, Allison smiled as she heard Tommy running 
behind her.  He should nicely warmed up now, she thought to herself.  
She knew that if she got him excited enough, she'd be able to convince 
him to do just about anything she wanted, even the special that Marina 
wanted now.  He was totally addicted to her fondling hand when they 
were alone, but being in front of the camera would be a real test of 
her control over him.

The studio was empty as they entered it, though brightly lit with 
floods and an indirect "umbrella light" near the bed -- Marina and Jean 
were due in about five minutes.  Allison smiled at Tommy, who had 
caught up with her as she reached the studio.  He was breathless from 
running, and was still trying to get his shorts buttoned up.

"Well, I'm so glad you decided to come when I asked, Tommy, 'cause I 
really didn't want you to miss the surprise I have for you.  And I 
didn't want to have to put you to bed tonight without 'tucking you in', 
either.  That'd be so sad, wouldn't it, having to go to bed with no one 
to tuck you in, no one to ... touch you?  And I know you love the way I 
touch you -- don't you, Tommy?"  She looked at him with a little pout, 
questioning.  He made a soft murmur of assent.

"What's that, Tommy, what did you say?" Allison asked, bending down and 
turning her ear to him.

"Yes, Allison," he said softly.

"Yes?  What do you mean, Tommy?"

"Yes -- I like when you do that," he said shyly.

"Do what, Tommy?  What do you like?"

"I like when you -- touch me," he said.

"Oooo, when I touch you!  Well, we should go over here and talk some 
more about that..."  She took him by the hand and led him to the studio 
bed.  She sat down on the edge of it and looked at him.

"So you like when I touch you, you said.  Well, why don't you take off 
your shoes and get up here with me so we can talk more about that."  He 
kicked off his sandals and crawled up onto the bed.  She turned and got 
up on her knees, and moved him to the center of the bed.  She made him 
stand up in front of her.

"So, where do you like me to touch you, honey?  Why don't you show 
me..."  As she spoke she gently lifted off his shirt, then unbuttoned 
his shorts and pulled them down, so that he was standing naked in front 
of her.  She kissed him gently on his cheek.  "Show me, Tommy -- show me 
where you like me to touch," she said softly.

He shyly moved his hand to his little penis, which had finally relaxed 
after the teasing it had been subjected to by Allison and the two 
younger girls.

"Awww -- you like me to touch you here, honey?" she said, taking his 
penis in her hand and gently rolling it in her fingers.  This produced 
a little whimper, and he bit his lower lip.  He looked down at her hand 
as she fondled him, his mouth partly open and his face anxious with 
anticipation of the pleasure he had grown to need.

She tilted her head and looked into his face with a sweet but slightly 
mocking smile, as her hand began to stroke him in a way that she knew 
would increase his pleasure.  Her eyes were half-closed as she studied 
his expression, and she formed her lips into a sensual "oooo" of 
sympathy for his utter helplessness and need.

"Ohhh, Tommy," she moaned softly, speaking very slowly, "doesn't this 
just feel sooooo good?  You never want me to stop, do you?  You like 
how Allison's hand feels rubbing on your cock, don't you, honey, making 
it hard and tingly?  I love doing this to you, Tommy, I love making you 
feel this way..."  She gently turned him around so that his back was 
resting against the front of her body, and she reached around to 
continue manipulating his stiffening cock.  She kissed his shoulders as 
her right palm cradled the underside of his erection and caressed 
slowly along it, while the fingers of her left hand gently played with 
his balls.  He was whimpering and moaning openly now, and his breath 
came in rapid pants.

"And today," she whispered into his ear, "today I'm going to make you 
feel even better than it feels right now, better than it ever felt 
before.  Ohhhh, just think, Tommy, better than any bedtime you ever 
had..."

She let him think about this for a few seconds, then took him by the 
shoulders and led him to the head of the bed, to the pillows.

"Let's go up here," she said, "and lie down and relax."  She arranged 
him on his back with his head on a pillow, and stretched her body out 
next to him.  She continued stroking his cock, keeping it hard with 
pleasure.

"Missy and Dani are really pretty, aren't they?" she asked.  "Wasn't it 
fun watching them lift up their skirts?  I know you didn't get to see 
what you wanted, but you know what?  I know that later tonight they 
want to do it again -- and this time you won't have to leave before the 
end.  It will be part of your bedtime 'tucking in'."

Tommy's eyes were closed as he concentrated on the sensations Allison 
was causing between his legs.  He smiled when she said this, the 
anticipation adding to the pleasure he was feeling.

"Mmmm, think about that, Tommy, think about how much you want to see 
the girls take off their clothes in front of you.  Isn't it nice 
thinking about that while I do this with my hand?  Doesn't thinking 
about that make this feel even better?"

He whimpered and moaned helplessly.  "Ohh ... oh, oh yes, feels, feels 
so good, oh, Allison ..."  She looked down at his face as she caressed 
and excited him.  Good, she thought to herself; I think he'll do 
anything I want him to now.

It was at this point that Marina and Jean made their appearance.  They 
had been waiting for Allison to get Tommy excited enough to overcome 
whatever objections he might normally have to having someone else 
witness his pleasure time with Allison.  They had actually already 
starting videotaping the pair on the bed, using a telephoto lens from 
the doorway to get a close-up view of Allison masturbating the little 
boy's erect penis. They approached quietly now, and positioned 
themselves nearer the bed.  He heard them come in, and opened his eyes.  
He sat up quickly.

"Hey!" he said with alarm, "why are they here?"  Allison gently pulled 
him back down on the bed with her, soothing and caressing him.

"Shh, it's all right," she said gently.  "You're going to get to be in 
a special, just like the big kids.  It won't hurt.  In fact, it will 
feel very, very good."

"But, but they're here," he whispered, hardly looking at his mother and 
Jean.  "They're not supposed to be when you, when you ..."

"Oh, Tommy, don't worry, it's OK.  They like to watch us, just like 
Missy and Dani did.  And besides, you remember when your Mom used to be 
the one who 'tucked you in' at night; she's the one who taught me how 
to do it, remember?"

Tommy looked dubiously at his mother and Jean, and especially at the 
cameras they were holding.  Allison noticed this.

"Aren't those cameras neat?" she said excitedly.  "Just like the ones 
they use in the movies and on TV!  Won't it be neat to be on TV?  Just 
think -- we'll be movie stars!  Oh, this is so cool!"

Tommy was starting to warm up to the idea of being a "movie star".  
Allison clinched it.

"I know Missy and Dani would love seeing you -- and just think what they 
might do with you after they see you on TV!"  She gently turned his 
face towards her, and looked into his eyes.  "Now where were we," she 
whispered.  "Oh, yes, I remember.  We were -- here..."  She moved her 
hand back to his penis, and began once again to coax it to an erection, 
stroking lightly with tantalizing brushing of her fingertips, and 
rubbing thrilling little circles on the underside with her soft palm, 
all the things that she knew would quiet him as he sank into erotic 
bliss.

Now Jean and Marina positioned themselves to frame the two areas of 
interest.  Marina focused on Allison and what she was doing between 
Tommy's legs, while Jean moved up to capture his facial expressions.  
His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted as he concentrated on 
the pleasure that Allison's genital massage was giving him.

After a minute or two of gentle stroking, Allison moved down the bed 
and positioned herself at Tommy's right hip so that she could examine 
his hard penis as she gently fondled it.  Marina's camera was centered 
on Allison and the young cock she was pleasuring.  Allison tilted her 
head and paid close attention to the rigid penis in her hand, and 
occasionally looked up at Tommy's face to see his reaction as she 
fondled him.  She looked into the camera and smiled.

"Isn't he cute?" she whispered.  "He really likes this -- see how hard 
he is?"  She lifted his erection so that is stuck straight out from his 
body, while she continued to stroke its underside with her fingertips.  
"He loves it when I do this, because it feels so good to him.  But you 
know that, don't you -- you know how good this feels."  She looked 
straight into the camera and smiled sweetly, while her hand slowly 
stroked up and down the little boy's shaft.  "His cock feels so nice in 
my hand," she said softly, "so nice and warm and smooth.  Did you ever 
think about what it would be like to touch a little boy like this?  I 
bet you have -- you'd know just now to touch him, wouldn't you, to make 
him feel really good..."

She was silent for a minute, as she alternately squeezed and released 
Tommy's engorged penis, watching it throb and twitch when she withdrew 
her hand, teasing him with delay before she gave him another gentle 
squeeze.  Jean's camera caught his expressions of worry and frustration 
as he anxiously waited for the next touch of Allison's hand.

Allison smiled mischievously at the camera.  "Know who I am?" she 
asked.  "I'm the naughty baby-sitter!  Ever wish you had a baby-sitter 
like me when you were a little boy?  Would you be a good boy if the 
baby-sitter gave you treats like this?"  Never taking her eyes from the 
camera, she held Tommy's penis up with a thumb and forefinger, then 
leaned forward and placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his 
shaft, just above his balls.  She began to move her wet tongue up the 
underside of his hard cock, and when she reached the tip she reversed 
direction and licked down to his balls.  Up and down she went, slowly 
lathing the little boy's excited cock with her warm, gentle tongue.  
Marina pulled in for an extreme close-up of Allison's tongue flicking 
back and forth on the glistening head of Tommy's cock, and of the 
gentle, wet kisses she placed up and down the shaft.  Allison knew that 
the men who would be watching her would be wishing she was doing this 
to them, or that they were doing it to Tommy -- or both!  The thought 
pleased her.  

Allison had never pleasured Tommy with her mouth before, and the camera 
caught his expressions first of surprise and puzzlement, then of 
helpless ecstasy, as she teased his stiff little penis with her lips 
and tongue.  No bedtime had ever been like this!  Any anxiety he had 
had about the cameras was gone -- he had forgotten they were there, and 
was aware only of Allison's warm mouth gently working between his legs.

After several minutes of this treatment, during which Tommy moaned 
softly and his cock became rock solid, Allison raised herself to her 
knees on the bed, and looked down at her little friend.  She smiled, 
and began to unbutton her blouse.  Tommy looked up at her, disappointed 
that she had stopped the new game she had been playing with his 
quivering penis.  At the same time, he was watching fixedly as she 
removed the blouse and cast it aside.  She wore nothing under it, and 
he gazed at her pretty little breasts with their pert, pink nipples.  
His cock remained rigid, and twitched as he looked up at her.

Allison got up and stood by the bed, then turned to the camera.  She 
gently touched her small, firm breasts with her fingertips and smiled.

"This is what you wanted to see, isn't it?" she whispered, looking 
directly into the camera.  She reached down to the zipper of her skirt 
and slowly pulled it down.  The skirt fell around her ankles, leaving 
her wearing nothing but the thin white panties she had worn for the 
earlier photo session.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and 
turned as she started to pull the panties down over her hips.  She 
smiled back over her shoulder as her smooth, round bottom was exposed 
to the camera, and stepped out of the panties.  Without turning around, 
she climbed back onto the bed and crawled up beside Tommy.  The camera 
followed her from behind, catching little peeks of puffy lips between 
her thighs as she moved.  As she passed Tommy's little prick, still 
hard from her previous playing, she bent down and took it in her mouth, 
swirling her tongue around it as she sucked it, getting it wet with 
saliva.  She then moved up the bed and lay down on her side next to 
Tommy.  Wetting her fingers in her mouth, she reached down and 
continued to stimulate to hard penis, keeping it erect.

"Hi, honey," she said, smiling at him.  "This making you feel good?"  
He nodded and moaned helplessly in response.

"I'm so glad," she said.  "And now it's time for your surprise -- are 
you ready for a surprise?"  Once again he could only moan his assent.

"Good!" she said excitedly.  "First, let's move you around here..."  
Grasping his shoulder she pulled him onto his side until the front of 
his body was pressed against hers.  Embracing him in a hug, she rolled 
over until he was lying on top of her.  Their faces were close to each 
other, and his stiff little erection was pressing into her stomach just 
below her navel.

"Mmmmm, you feel so good on top of me, Tommy," she cooed, "so good."  
She caressed his back, and ran her hands down his hips to his bare 
bottom, gently squeezing his firm, white buttocks.  Then she grasped 
his hips and began to gently urge him to move lower.

"Move down, Tommy," she instructed softly, "move that nice hard cock of 
yours down between Allison's legs..."  As he shifted himself downwards 
in response to her urging, she parted her legs and lifted her knees, 
until Tommy's loins were pressed into her crotch.  Marina's camera 
framed a view from above of Tommy's hips and round bottom nestled 
between Allison's spread legs.

"Mmmm, isn't this nice, Tommy?" she whispered to him.  He had propped 
himself up on his forearms on either side of Allison, and was looking 
down at her firm little breasts, which were even with his face.

"That's right, Tommy, look at me, I want you to," Allison encouraged.  
"Do you like my little titties?"  Tommy nodded; this was all very new 
to him.

"Feel how warm it is down between my legs, Tommy, does it feel nice?  
Can you feel how nice and warm it is down there?"  Tommy closed his 
eyes, enjoying the new sensations his young penis was experiencing.

"Now feel how warm this is, Tommy, how warm and silky ..."  She reached 
down between her legs and took hold of his cock, still wet with her 
saliva, and gently guided it into the lips of her pussy, which were 
moist and slippery with her own excitement.  Grasping his bottom with 
both hands, she moved him forward into her, while she raised her hips 
to meet him.  The little boy's erect penis was now fully inserted into 
Allison's tight vagina.  Marina moved the camera low between Tommy's 
legs, getting a view of his little balls and the base of his penis 
buried deep in Allison.

"Ohhhhh Tommy," Allison moaned, "that feels so good!  Do you like it 
Tommy, does it feel nice?"

Jean had her camera trained on Tommy's face, catching his expressions 
as new sensations overwhelmed him.  When Allison guided his excited 
penis into her, his eyes opened wide in surprise.  At first he didn't 
know what was happening, and didn't understand what had enveloped his 
cock so warmly and deliciously.  Then he realized that it must have 
something to do with what the girls called their "pussies".  He never 
dreamed that this is what they do with them.  He was stunned by what 
was happening -- he couldn't believe anything could feel so good.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't you Tommy," Allison whispered, curling her 
lip in taunting lust.  "My big boy, with his big hard cock inside my 
hot cunt!  It feels so nice and slippery, doesn't it?  Move it in and 
out, Tommy, you'll like how it feels ... that's it, Tommy, fuck me like 
a big boy..."  Tommy began to move as she instructed, and soon was 
moaning and panting, twisting and lunging in pleasure, pleasure more 
sweetly thrilling than any he'd ever known.  His pale buttocks tensed 
and flexed as he sought to drive himself ever deeper into the warm 
depths that were getting him more and more excited.  Allison moved with 
him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, wrapping her legs around him 
and using her ankles to hold him fast between her legs.  She writhed 
and twisted under him, causing his rigid cock to rub in all directions 
as it plunged in and out of her vagina.  Jean made sure she caught 
Allison's looks of urgent pleasure as well as Tommy's.

Allison and the two older women knew that Tommy wouldn't last long, in 
this his first experience of actual sex.  Especially after the 
prolonged teasing that Allison and the other girls had subjected him 
to, his poor little cock had been teetering on the edge of orgasm for 
an hour.  His cries and moans soon made it apparent that he was about 
to fall over that edge.

"Ohhh, Alli, oh yuh, oh yuh, ohhhhhh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, 
ohhhhhhh..."  All at once his slender body stiffened and he arched his 
back upwards, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up into an 
expression almost of pain.  His peaking cock was buried to the hilt in 
Allison's pussy, and as the spasms of his orgasm overtook him he 
collapsed on her chest, and began to greedily thrust in and out of her 
in rhythm with the waves of hot pleasure rolling and breaking along his 
bucking cock.

When it was over he rolled to the side and lay panting next to Allison, 
where she cradled him in the crook of her arm, and kissed his eyes and 
hair.  His short passion and ejaculation had left her unsatisfied, so 
she reached down between her legs, and soon a finger rubbing in rapid 
circles over her clitoris brought her the relief she needed.  All this, 
of course, was captured by Marina's camera.

"OK, kids, that's a wrap," said Jean.  "Why don't you go take a nap 
before dinner?"  And they did.

* * * * *

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 
stepfather 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 stepfather 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 stepdaughter,
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.

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