Pedophilia Therapy (Mg; tease; mast; oral; ped)
By Neverlander
(c) November 2006

Al moved down the hall of the mental health center, looking at the 
signs outside the doors, comparing them with what was written on the 
paper he carried.  At the end of the hall was an open door, and the 
sign next to it read "Pedo- and Paraphilias, Alternative Therapies".  
As he stood hesitating, an attractive woman in a red sweater and grey 
skirt stepped out to greet him.

"Uh, is this where I'm supposed to come to ... for the special 
treatment for..." - Al was tongue-tied and embarrassed.  The woman was 
friendly, however, and put him at his ease.

"Yes, yes, please come in," she said, shaking his hand.  "I'm Dr. 
Cathleen Fuller, director of the alternative therapies program.  I'll 
be conducting the session today, so just come on in and meet the 
others.  You're the last to arrive, so now we can get started."
She motioned him in ahead of her, then followed him in after closing 
and locking the door.

The room inside was almost empty except for a chaise lounge, with five 
chairs arranged around it. A free-standing screen in a corner and a 
table against a wall completed the furnishings.  Four of the chairs 
were positioned in a short arc about five feet from the foot of the 
chaise, while the fifth was set back off to the side.  Three of the 
chairs were already occupied by rather sheepish-looking men, each of 
them wearing a short robe. Dr. Fuller motioned Al over to a screen in 
the corner of the room.  "We'll need to have you undress completely, 
Al; you'll find a robe for you back there.  Come out and take your seat 
when you're ready."

When Al returned and sat with the others, Dr. Fuller introduced them to 
each other and proceeded to explain the nature of their session.
"Good morning gentlemen!  As you know, you are here because you've 
volunteered to participate in a novel program for the treatment of low-
risk pedophiles.  Each of you has gotten into trouble because of your 
erotic interest in little girls, and in fact have been convicted of 
offenses that normally would result in your incarceration.  However, 
because you have been found in your psychological evaluations to be 
unlikely to commit actual harm to young children, you are eligible to 
undergo a form of treatment that is less severe than jail time, and 
which we feel in the long run shows promise in actually helping you to 
modify your behavior."

"In the past, it was thought that offenses such as yours showed you to 
be incorrigible perverts, incapable of change and, frankly, deserving 
of severe punishment.  Over time, however, this attitude changed, as we 
came to understand that in many cases pedophiliac behavior is the 
result of psychological disorders over which the perpetrator often has 
no control.  Drug-based treatment is often the only way to deal 
effectively with such cases.  In cases such as yours, however, many of 
us in the profession have come to believe that the core issue is one of 
personal responsibility, that is, learning to take responsibility for 
one's actions."

"The central idea in our program is that of self-control.  We feel that 
if men like you can learn to control the impulses that draw you to 
little girls for sexual gratification, you will be far more likely to 
stay out of trouble in the future.  The temptation will always be 
there; it's up to you to learn how to resist it."

Dr. Fuller paused, and a door in the back of the room opened, through 
which four young girls filed into the room.  They went to stand beside 
her, the younger ones looking shyly at the floor, occasionally stealing 
a glance at the men seated in front them.  They were all very pretty, 
ranging in age from 10 to 14, and were dressed in ways certain to 
attract the interest of pedophiles.  Each of them was carrying a small 
cushion.

The youngest, a ten-year-old, was a blue-eyed blonde in a Barbie t-
shirt and a loose pair of blue sweat pants with an elastic waist.  Her 
hair was braided into two long pigtails that hung down in front of her 
shoulders.  It was cut in bangs on her forehead.

The girl standing next to her was eleven.  She was wearing a white 
leotard and red-and-white striped tights, the costume she wore for her 
ballet lessons.  She was slender and graceful, and her brown hair was 
done up in braids arranged on the top of her head.  Her breasts had 
started to develop, with puffy little nipples clearly discernible 
through the leotard.  She wore no jewelry, except for two small pearl 
earrings.  Between her legs her girlish cleft was faintly visible.

The next was a Japanese girl of thirteen, dressed in the traditional 
schoolgirl's uniform, a white blouse and plaid skirt.  The skirt 
extended to the middle of her thighs, and she wore simple leather 
school shoes with white knee socks.  Her jet-black hair was cut in long 
bangs, with the sides gathered into two pony tails that flopped down on 
either side of her face.  She was sucking on a lollipop.

The fourteen-year-old was a redhead, with thick tousled hair that hung 
almost to her shoulders; one side was pushed behind her ear.  Her eyes 
were green, and there was a light sprinkling of freckles across her 
cheeks and the bridge of her nose.  She was dressed in a sheer black 
teddy, through which the pink nipples of her shapely breasts were 
clearly visible.  The teddy extended to her hips, almost (but not 
quite) covering the matching transparent panties she wore.  She studied 
the men in front of her, fixing on one in particular.

Dr. Fuller continued:

"These young ladies are here to help us with our therapeutic program.  
Each of them has been assigned to one of you.  In making these 
assignments, we have tried to match each girl with a gentleman for whom 
we believe she would have a special appeal, on the basis of what we 
have learned from your psychological assessments, and the nature of 
your infractions.  Simply put, the girl that has been assigned to you 
is the one we feel will be most likely to excite you."

"You are going to be subjected to a series of sexually arousing 
displays by the girls.  By doing this, we hope that you will learn to 
recognize in yourselves the danger signs that indicate that you are 
giving in to your old habits, and to develop defenses against them.  
But be warned: the girls are deliberately going to make it very 
difficult for you to control yourself.  Each of them is going to 
display herself to you in an erotically stimulating way, and they will 
be touching and fondling you in an effort to get you aroused.  They 
have been instructed in techniques of genital excitation that slowly 
tease and tantalize a man to the point of orgasm.  Your challenge is to 
resist; indeed, passing this course of therapy consists precisely in 
withstanding the girls' enticements enough to prevent yourself from 
reaching orgasm.  It won't be easy, guys; you're going to be here with 
these girls for two hours."

Dr. Fuller paused, then continued in a more serious tone.

"I don't imagine I have to remind you that if you fail in this, you 
stand a very good chance of being returned to court for normal 
sentencing.  However, you will be permitted up to three attempts to 
complete the course successfully.  Don't expect to be successful in 
your first session; we have intentionally made it very difficult.  It 
is not unusual for a man to require two or even three sessions before 
he has acquired the self-control necessary to resist temptation.  This 
is number three for you, isn't it, Jonathan?"  She addressed the man 
sitting next to Al.  "I think it's safe to say that if you can make it 
here, you'll have no trouble staying out of trouble in your daily 
lives.  Oh, and by the way, each girl knows that she'll get a prize of 
some jewelry or clothing if she is successful in getting you to 
ejaculate."  She smiled at the girls, who nodded and giggled, looking 
again at the men before them.

"So, there you have it," Dr. Fuller concluded.  "Take a moment to think 
about what I've said.  Remember, it is your decision to be here; if you 
wish, you may leave now if you feel this program is not for you."

The men stared at the girls standing in front of them; no one moved, or 
asked to leave.

"All right, then!" said Dr. Fuller, moving to the fifth chair and 
picking up a clipboard.  "Girls, would you make the final preparations, 
please?"

The girls walked to the men they'd been assigned to, moving behind 
their chairs and kneeling while they took hold of the men's wrists and 
proceeded to fit them into straps at the sides of the chairs.  The men 
murmured uneasily, and looked to Dr. Fuller for explanation.

"Oh, forgive me," she said, "I forgot to tell you about that!  For the 
duration of your session you will be restrained with straps attached to 
the chairs.  There are several reasons for this.  Some of us felt that 
measures had to be taken to ensure the girls' safety, although it is 
highly unlikely that anyone would actually try to harm them."

The girls continued working methodically as Dr. Fuller spoke.  After 
securing her man's hands to the sides of his chair, each girl moved 
around to the front and positioned additional straps that secured the 
subject's legs at his knees and ankles, with his knees held about two 
feet apart.  Then the girls returned to Dr. Fuller's side.

"But the primary reason for the restraints," Dr. Fuller continued, "is 
to ensure that you are not able to stop what the girls are doing to 
you.  We don't want you to be able to cheat, as it were, by withdrawing 
from their ministrations.  This is supposed to be a controlled 
experiment, after all."

The men looked at each other with mixed emotions showing in their 
faces, some anxiety, some anticipation.  They moved to test their 
restraints, which held firmly.  The chairs, they noticed, were bolted 
to the floor.

"All right, girls, why don't you get to know your partners, and we'll 
get started."  Dr. Fuller walked over to a group of light switches on 
the wall, and adjusted the illumination provided by track lights in the 
ceiling.  The room was bathed in subdued light, with somewhat more 
directed to the men in the chairs, illuminating their laps.  The 
brightest light was on the chaise lounge, from two focused spotlights.  
Dr. Fuller sat off to the side in shadow, where she could observe the 
session unobtrusively.

The girls smiled and walked to the men who were their "partners".

The little girl wearing the leotard stood in front of Al.
Al was a janitor in an elementary school.  He had been caught 
masturbating while he peeked into a room where girls were practicing 
gymnastics.  This girl had been chosen just for him.  She smiled at 
him.  

"Hi!  My name is Lizzie.  My favorite thing is dancing.  Do you like my 
costume?"

She stood in front of him and raised herself up on her toes, while she 
ran her hands down over her chest to her hips.  She turned and looked 
back at him over her shoulder while she rubbed her hands over the tight 
little globes of her bottom.  She turned again and smiled.  Then she 
reached down and slowly opened his robe, exposing him from the waist 
down...

Jonathan was sitting next to Al, and the little blonde in the sweat 
pants approached him.

Jonathan had been arrested for exposing himself to little girls playing 
in a park.  The girls were very much like the cutie standing in front 
of him now.

"Hi, I'm Dora and I'm ten!  I bet I know what you like ..." As she said 
this she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sweat pants and 
pushed them down until her little pink bikini panties were exposed.  
Leaving her pants pushed down, she started to lower her panties over 
her narrow hips, just reaching the beginning of her girlish pubic 
mound.  But she quickly pulled them back up again and grinned at him.  
"Uh uh, not yet," she giggled.  She moved forward and kneeled down 
between his bound legs.  Taking the flaps of his robe in her hands, she 
said, "Now I wonder what's in here ..."

Emile had been assigned the little Japanese schoolgirl.  It had been 
his habit to park his car across the street from a Catholic girls' 
school, next to the crosswalk.  He would masturbate as he watched the 
girls in their school uniforms crossing the street in front of his car.  
This was especially exciting for him on windy days, since then he often 
got views of their panties as their skirts blew up.  An alert crossing 
guard finally put an end to his hobby.

The girl moved shyly towards him, removing the lollipop from her mouth.  
"Good day, sir," she said, almost inaudibly.  "My name is Chika, and I 
am to make you pleasure.  I enjoy to do this."  She again raised the 
lollipop to her mouth and proceeded to lick it with her delicate pink 
tongue, looking into Emile's eyes as she swirled her tongue slowly 
around the glistening wet candy.  Kneeling between his legs she gently 
grasped the flaps of his robe.  "Please," she whispered, "I am to do 
this now ..." As she parted the robe, her eyes never left his.

The fourth man was Daryl.  The redhead in the black teddy, fourteen 
years old and very sexy, moved seductively towards him with a hand on 
her hip.  Her expression was ironic and amused, almost sneering.
  
"Hello, perv," she said.  "See something you like?"

Daryl was here because of his obsession with his stepdaughter, who was 
also fourteen.  The excitement he experienced seeing her traipse around 
the house in just her bra and panties had finally become too much for 
him.  He began going into her bedroom at night and fondling her as she 
slept, sometimes holding her hand on his erection and rubbing it up and 
down until he came.  Unfortunately, one night she woke up.

Daryl's mouth dropped open as he stared at the girl in front of him, 
for she was a spitting image of his stepdaughter, from her hair to her 
graceful hips and long legs.  She even had the same pink-tipped conical 
breasts, which were clearly visible through the teddy.  This, of 
course, was no accident; Dr. Fuller had been diligent in her research.  
The uncanny resemblance between his tantalizing stepdaughter and 
Alexis, the girl standing in front of him, immediately triggered a 
reaction in Daryl's subconscious – his erection was already pressing up 
and tenting his robe.

Daryl's partner and soon-to-be tormentor noticed this instantly.  Her 
lip curled, and she purred, "Oh yes, you see something you like, all 
right.  Bet you'd like to get your hands on these, wouldn't you?"  Her 
hands moved up to cup and caress her breasts through the fabric of the 
teddy, lifting and holding them close to Daryl's face.  She licked her 
lips lasciviously as she watched his erection grow still larger in his 
lap.  She sank down on her knees between his legs and tossed the flaps 
of his robe aside.  His erection was complete, stiff and purple and 
desperate to be touched.  "Oh, yes," she said, and looked up at Daryl 
with half-closed eyes.  "You wouldn't believe the things I'm gonna to 
do you..."

The girls were now all kneeling on their cushions between the legs of 
their partners.  They smiled and began to caress the captive men.  
Gentle fingertips played softly along their inner thighs, sometimes 
approaching their exposed genitals, then retreating back down their 
legs, or moving to the side and up along their hips.  Small hands 
reached up a man's chest, and then slowly moved back down, gently 
scratching as delicate fingers passed within millimeters of his 
straining cock.  Long minutes passed as the girls continued their  
frustrating tease, and soon every cock was hard and stiff without being 
touched by so much as a fingertip.

The girls moved at their own pace, but eventually the tantalizing 
little fingers would brush against an erect shaft, or delicately 
manipulate a hairy scrotum.  As this happened sharp intakes of breath 
were heard from the men, or moans as the girls began to touch other 
parts of the aching, tormented cocks, softly, feather light, just 
enough to create a maddening desire for more.

Gentle fingers were tracing delicate lines up and down the undersides 
of straining, throbbing penises, in concert with gentle manipulation of 
full balls by softly scratching fingernails.  The men couldn't believe 
what was happening to them – underage girls who had just stepped out of 
their deepest erotic fantasies were skillfully subjecting them to a 
sweet, maddening cock tease.  The girls smiled as they tantalized the 
excited men, their faces showing how much they enjoyed what they were 
doing: an excited giggle, or a mouth pursed into a taunting ooooo of 
mock concern, or a tongue dancing along an upper lip...

The men were panting and moaning, straining against their restraints in 
response to the agonizingly slow pace of the girls' manipulations.  
Then, Dr. Fuller broke her silence: "Lizzie, dear?"

Lizzie stood up, and, giving Al one last caress, running a fingertip 
from his balls up to the swollen head of his suffering cock, she turned 
and stepped up onto the leather chaise lounge.

"Isn't Lizzie pretty, guys?" Dr. Fuller asked.  "She's a wonderful 
dancer and gymnast, and so flexible.  Show them how flexible you are, 
Lizzie."

Lizzie put her arms over her head and made a wide circle with her 
hands, bending to touch the couch in front of her, then swinging to the 
side and back.  After making two circles with her arms, she leaned back 
and over into a backbend.  As she did this her knees parted, and her 
leotard was stretched tight against her crotch, displaying a prominent 
camel-toe between her legs.

Al watched her with a growing hunger.  He could see what the other 
girls were doing as they stroked and teased their partners' hard cocks, 
but his had been abandoned when Lizzie mounted the chaise, and he 
moaned in frustration.

"Have you ever been watching a little girl in a gymnastics exhibition, 
and found yourself wishing that you could see her naked?"  Dr. Fuller 
was addressing all of the men, but especially Al.  "Her long, graceful 
legs, her cute, tight little bottom, the obvious mound between her legs 
– you wanted so badly to see all of that, didn't you?  You imagined 
what it would be like if you could follow her into the locker room and 
watch her undress along with the other girls.  Well, guess what 
Lizzie's going to do for you now ..."

Lizzie had straightened up and was now posing with her hands on her 
hips, looking at Al with a wicked little smile.  Then, her left hand 
reached over to her right shoulder and slowly began to pull the leotard 
down.  When her shoulder was exposed, she did the same with the left, 
so that the front of the leotard was lowered to just above the nipples 
of her developing breasts.  She put her hands behind her back and 
twisted her body from side to side a few times, knowing full well that 
the men watching her wanted so much to see the leotard fall from her 
breasts.  She turned her head and taunted them with a sly little smile, 
her mouth slightly open, to let them know that she was deliberately 
teasing them, and enjoying it.  Putting her hands on her hips, she bent 
forward, giving them a peek of little girl cleavage, and blew a kiss at 
Al's quivering cock.  Then, holding the top of the leotard delicately 
with both hands, she slowly pulled the garment down, exposing her 
small, firm, pert breasts to her audience's hungry eyes.  She stepped 
out of the leotard and tossed it onto the floor, standing before them 
in just her red and white candy cane tights.  She ran her fingertips 
over her pink, puffy nipples, closing her eyes in obvious pleasure, 
massaging her little nubs into sweet rosebud erections.

Al was going mad with desire, so envious of the other men who were 
having their cocks gently stroked as Lizzie posed and teased.  Girls 
like Lizzie were his deepest obsession, and all he could do now was 
watch and moan while his rigid cock was deprived of all stimulation.
Dr. Fuller knew all about his agitation, and sought to make it worse.  
"Don't you just love her, Al?  Don't you wish she were touching you 
now?  You really need it, don't you?"  Al whimpered in frustration.
Lizzie turned around and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her 
tights.  She pulled them slowly down over her hips, bending forward a 
little as the smooth round cheeks of her bottom came into view.  She 
looked back over her shoulder at Al while she was doing this, smiling 
at his obvious need.  When the tights were all the way down, she kicked 
them aside, then turned around with her hands covering her crotch, 
pouting as she looked at Al.  She sat back on the chaise, and lifted 
her legs and spread them wide, pointing her toes, with her hands still 
covering herself.  Then, she slowly drew her hands apart, gently 
fingering the lips of her vulva, and reached upward to her breasts.  
She kept her legs raised and spread as she squeezed and massaged her 
small breasts, giving the aroused and sweating men a full view of her 
little pink pussy, smooth and hairless and faintly glistening.

For several minutes Lizzie continued to pose, flaunting her lithe, 
athletic body, bending and flexing in ways that gave extreme exposure 
to her young pussy, standing, lying down, on her hands and knees.  Dr. 
Fuller continued to taunt the men as they watched and drooled.  "Isn't 
she beautiful, guys?  Such a cute, sexy little girl, posing naked for 
you, just to turn you on.  You want her so badly, don't you?  But 
you'll never, ever have her – doesn't that just drive you crazy?  And 
she knows exactly how she's making you feel..."

Finally, Lizzie stepped down from the chaise.  Looking into Al's eyes, 
she put a finger into her mouth and sucked on it, moving it slowly in 
and out.  She sank to her knees between his legs once again, and with 
the wet pad of her finger began to rub in little circles on the 
underside of his desperate cock, just below the head.  His reaction 
assured her that she'd been taught well, as he cried out in helpless 
pleasure.

As soon as Lizzie was once again busy with Al's cock, little Dora 
jumped up and stuck her tongue out at Jonathan.  She turned and ran 
forward, then quickly took off her sweat pants and jumped onto the 
chaise in just her t-shirt and pink panties.  She did a somersault and 
lay giggling on her back with her head hanging off the foot of the 
chaise, looking upside-down at Jonathan.  She waved at him and mimed a 
little jerk-off motion with her hand.

Now it was Jonathan's turn to feel deprivation.  On either side of him 
men were moaning and writhing as pretty young girls slowly worked their 
cocks; and just a few feet in front of him was the little girl who 
moments before had been toying so delicately with his penis.  Now she 
was teasing and taunting him, playing the nasty little cock teaser.

Dora sat up and blew a kiss at Jonathan, then removed her t-shirt.  She 
got on her hands and knees, and stuck out her cute little butt in 
Jonathan's direction, wiggling in her tight pink panties.

"Mmmmm, you like little girls like Dora, don't you Jonathan?  I'll bet 
all you guys like seeing adorable little girls like her take off their 
clothes."  Dr. Fuller's voice dropped to almost a whisper, and it took 
on a tone of frustrated longing that echoed what the men were feeling.  
"Don't you wish you could take care of her for a little while, give her 
a bath, put her to bed?  Ohhhh, just think about that ..."

Enjoying the attention she was getting, Dora wiggled out of her 
panties, then sat against the back of the chaise with her knees pulled 
up and her legs spread wide apart.  All the men were staring between 
her legs, just as she wanted them to.  She was fiddling with her braids 
and sucking her thumb.  

"Can you imagine how exciting it would be to give her a bath?  First 
you'd wash her back and shoulders, and you wouldn't be able to resist 
running your hands down her tummy under the water to her sweet little 
cunny, and you'd touch it and stroke it with your fingertips, making 
her giggle.  She'd wonder about the bulge in your pants, and ask to see 
what it was.  And you'd show her – standing over her with your cock in 
your hand, slowly stroking it to get it nice and big for her.  Think 
about how exciting that would be, to masturbate while a little girl 
watched you do it!  Later when you put her to bed she'd ask to see it 
again, and you'd get it out and teach her how to touch it and stroke 
it, while you reached under her nighty and played with her smooth 
little pussy, making it tingle.  Dora would enjoy doing that – she's 
very interested in older men's cocks.  You guys really shouldn't think 
about things like that, I know, but the thought gets you hot, doesn't 
it?"

Dora continued sucking her thumb.  When Dr. Fuller mentioned older 
men's cocks, she slid down to the foot of the chaise and pretended to 
be reaching for Jonathan's cock, making stroking and fondling gestures 
with her left hand while she sucked and licked her thumb.  Finally, she 
stood up and walked back to Jonathan, totally naked.  She kneeled down 
and gently took his erection in her hands and looked at it adoringly.  
"How pretty!" she said softly, and caressed it lovingly to her cheek.  
Jonathan closed his eyes in ecstasy.

"Don't little schoolgirls drive you crazy, guys?  I mean, with the 
short skirts they make them wear, how can you resist masturbating and 
wishing so much you could see up their skirts to their little panties!  
Look at sweet little Chika – it's really too bad, isn't it, that you 
can't get your hands on your cocks while she teases you ..."

Chika had kicked off her shoes and crawled up on the chaise, and was 
now posing on her hands and knees, letting them look up her skirt from 
behind.  While they feasted their eyes on the back of her smooth, firm 
thighs, she reached behind and slowly pulled up her skirt to expose 
thin white cotton panties, stretched tightly across her bottom, 
accentuating the curve of her hips, and clinging to the pronounced 
mound between her legs.

Crawling forward, she turned and leaned against the back of the chaise.  
She sat with her legs apart and her skirt pulled up, teasing the men 
with an immodest view of her crotch.  The panties were very tight and 
thin, almost transparent, showing faint shadows of what was inside.
Chika bit her lower lip and looked shyly at Emile.  "I like you see 
more, OK?" she whispered.  Looking deeply into his eyes, she rose to 
her knees and removed her skirt.  Kneeling in just her loose-fitting 
blouse and panties, she inclined her head slightly to the side and 
began to slowly unbutton her blouse.  Her lips were parted, and she 
frowned slightly, mirroring the excitement and anticipation that Emile 
and the other men were feeling.

Her blouse fell to the floor, revealing breasts that were graceful and 
unexpectedly full, encased in a translucent nylon bra.  She stood up 
and turned around, then reached behind her back to unclasp the bra.  
This was also discarded on the floor, and she slowly turned to face 
them again, covering her breasts with her cupped hands.  Looking into 
Emile's eyes and biting her lower lip, she began to squeeze and massage 
her breasts.  Her hands moved a bit lower with each squeeze, revealing 
slightly more.  Finally she exposed her prominent light-brown nipples, 
and moved her hands to give them an unobstructed view.  She remained 
for a few seconds with her hands held behind her back, so that the men 
could gaze in lust at her firm, high breasts.  She brought her hands up 
and brushed her fingertips over her sharp brown nipples, making them 
perk out enticingly.  Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her 
panties, she pulled them down over her hips, at the same time sitting 
again and raising her legs straight up while she continued removing her 
underwear.  She positioned herself against the back of the chaise, 
wearing only her knee socks, and, spreading her legs, began to caress 
her pussy with two fingers, making gentle circular motions at the top 
of her smooth cleft.  She closed her eyes and began to moan softly...

"Chika...?" Dr. Fuller spoke gently to the aroused girl.  Chika opened 
her eyes as if awakening from a dream.  "Oh!  Oh, I am apologize!  
Please to forgive!"  She quickly left the chaise and reassumed her 
position kneeling between Emile's legs.  She looked down in shame, with 
her hands held behind her back.  She didn't touch Emile, but her naked 
breasts were brushing lightly against his erect penis.  He struggled 
against his bindings to increase the contact, but she remained 
motionless.  The tantalizing effect drove him nearly mad.

It was Alexis' turn to work a tease on the tormented men.  She had been 
giving Daryl's cock the barest minimum of stimulation, just enough to 
keep him hard, but with only a hint of the pleasure she knew he needed.  
Now, as she made ready to mount the chaise lounge, she smiled at him 
and began a genuine handjob stroke:  while one hand grasped the skin of 
his penis stretched tightly at the base of the shaft, making it ultra-
sensitive, the other slowly moved up to the head; pausing there, she 
made an agonizingly slow downward stroke, rubbing along all the 
sensitive parts of his penis.  He reacted with a moaned "Ohhhhhh" to 
the delicious sensations she was giving him at last.  When her hand 
reached the bottom, she again moved slowly upward to the head; at the 
top of the stroke she again changed direction and started to move down 
– then she gave his cock a quick squeeze and let go abruptly.  She 
turned without a word and climbed onto the chaise, leaving him in a 
wretched state of ruined, interrupted pleasure.

Dr. Fuller smiled at the unexpected trick Alexis had played on Daryl.  
After a few moments she said, "Daryl, I'm particularly interested in 
your case – may I ask you a few questions?"  Daryl nodded, still upset 
and frustrated.

"The other men here become excited by girls they see on the street or 
at their jobs, but you are unique in that you have a young girl who 
lives with you.  You see her every day, often in skimpy underwear – 
that must get you very excited.  Does it, Daryl, does seeing your 
fourteen-year-old stepdaughter in her bra and panties turn you on?"
Daryl swallowed and replied hoarsely, "God yes, I have a constant hard-
on whenever she's around!"

"And when she's running around like that, teasing you, who knows, maybe 
on purpose, do you find yourself wishing you could see more of her 
young body, see what's underneath her tantalizing little bra and 
panties?"

He could barely whisper: "Yessss, oh god yes..."

"I'm sure, too, that you wish you could touch her, undress her, and 
explore her adolescent body.  But especially you wish you could get 
into bed with her, and get relief from all that teasing and frustrated 
lust with your stiff cock deep between her legs – is that what you 
wish, do you think about how warm and sweet it would feel between her 
legs?"

Daryl was whimpering now, almost in tears.  "Ohhhhhh my god, yes, I 
need it so much!  Why are saying this, why are you doing this to ..."
"... and at the same time you know you can never have her, not without 
destroying your family; but that doesn't make any difference to your 
horny cock, does it?  All it knows is that it wants that sexy little 
girl, so you're in a constant state of turmoil, always desperately 
needing what you know you can't have."

Daryl's erection was quivering now, responding to the images and 
desires that Dr. Fuller was deliberately stirring up in his memory.  
She wanted him to get very, very excited.

"You see, Daryl, you're the perfect example of what we're dealing with 
here.  When you go into your stepdaughter's room at night it's so 
exciting, isn't it, so tempting, so – well, so much fun, to look at her 
while she sleeps and to get your penis aroused while you carefully lift 
the covers off her, maybe open her nighty a little, then fondle her 
pretty little breasts, her bottom, between her legs.  And that sweet 
sensation of her hand rubbing up and down your stiff erection – well, 
it's no wonder you got into trouble!"

As Dr. Fuller was describing this scene, Alexis had arranged herself on 
the chaise in an attitude of sleep.  Her eyes were closed, and she was 
lying on her back with one arm at her side and the other curving above 
her head.  Her legs were together, but her teddy was pushed up to her 
tummy, so that her bikini panties were uncovered.  Her pert little 
nipples shown pink through the transparent teddy.

"Remember, Daryl," Dr. Fuller continued, "you've got to learn to 
control these impulses.  Use your temptations as opportunities to train 
yourself.  The next time you find yourself watching your sleeping 
stepdaughter, or another little girl (maybe during a sleep-over), do 
this: try to get a good view of her, even moving the covers if you have 
to (but no touching!), and get yourself very excited.  Then slowly 
stroke your penis in as tantalizing a way as you can manage, in a way 
that makes you want more, much more.  Look at her while you're teasing 
yourself and repeat over and over to yourself that you will never be 
able to have this enticing little angel, or even touch her.  Get 
yourself really worked up, drive yourself crazy.  The more you tempt 
yourself like this, and resist the temptation, the stronger you will 
become."

Alexis, playing the tantalizing sleeping stepdaughter, started to 
giggle.  She raised herself on her elbow and regarded the line of erect 
cocks in front of her.

"This is just too funny!  I love it that you guys are so hot and 
bothered and can't touch yourselves!  Men are such slaves to their 
cocks, especially when they're big and hard and aching like yours are 
now."

She sat up and began to play with her breasts through the teddy.
"It's like this website that me and some of my friends have, we're like 
teen models, we say it's for learning modeling and for college money 
and stuff, but it's really so's we can get money from guys like you who 
like to look at young girls.  We smile and look all cutsie and innocent 
and everything, but what we're really trying to do is get their cocks 
hard.  We're not allowed to get naked or anything, but we let 'em see 
us in our underwear or bathing suits and stuff, or up our skirts, or 
looking down our blouses.  It really gets them when we're in tight 
panties and we open our legs real wide."

Alexis shifted her position and got on her hands and knees so that the 
men had a view of her from the rear.  She wiggled her butt 
provocatively at them and giggled, then sat up again and raised her 
knees slightly, her legs apart.  She crossed her arms in front of her 
and began to lift the teddy, slowly.

"Even though we don't let them see us naked, we do some hot cock-
teasing, licking our lips and stuff, show 'em we know how hot we're 
getting them.  It's so much fun thinking about them jerking off their 
cocks when they watch us!  We know that's what they do 'cause they send 
us e-mails telling us about it, about how our pictures get them so hard 
and how good it feels to jerk off to us.  Some of them even send 
pictures of them doing it!  I love it when you get to see a guy cuming 
all over the place.  Sometimes we send e-mail back to them telling what 
we would do for him if we were there.  That really gets them going, for 
sure!"

She pulled the teddy off over her head and tossed it aside.  Her 
youthful breasts were now fully exposed to view.  They projected 
straight out in front of her, conical and so firm that they hardly 
jiggled as she moved.  They were still developing, and it was clear 
that she was going to be very voluptuous in a few years.  The nipples 
at their tips were small, pink and delicate.

The men stared longingly at the young teen's enticing breasts, and she 
saw them doing it.  "Mmmmm, so you like that, huh?" she whispered 
softly.  She curled her tongue to her upper lip and wrinkled her nose 
in a lewd leer, as she cupped her tits from below and caressed them 
lovingly.  "Don't you wish you could do this?  You wish these were your 
hands, I bet.  Oh, but you can't even reach your cocks, can you?  Aww, 
isn't that just too bad?"

She stood up on the chaise and pouted at the suffering men, continuing 
to massage her breasts.  She was dressed now in only the frilly bikini 
panties that matched the discarded teddy, black and almost transparent. 
Reaching down to her hips, she began to coax the panties down with 
little flicks of her fingertips, a fraction of an inch at a time.
"You guys are so lucky, you know?  The guys on my website never get to 
see me naked, but now you're gonna see everything!  I wanted to just 
tease you in panties and stuff, but Dr. Fuller said I had to show you 
everything, to get you really worked up."  She giggled.  "I love 
teasing your cocks like this!"

Her panties were now completely off, and the men's attention was drawn 
irresistibly between her legs.  She had the first wisps of reddish 
pubic hair, delicate and faint, and the lips of her vulva were still 
puffy and plump with youth.  She reached down and pulled the top of her 
smooth cleft open with her fingertips, revealing the tiny glistening 
bud of her clitoris.  She touched it gently and closed her eyes 
momentarily.  "Mmmm, that feels so good," she murmured.

She proceeded to pose for them, showing them her nude fourteen-year-old 
body from every angle.  The excited men were ravished with images of 
her with her legs spread wide, on her hands and knees showing her pussy 
and little puckered anus from the rear, standing looking over her 
shoulder, or on her stomach, to show off her perfect firm, round 
buttocks, squeezing her tits with her hands and licking her lips – 
deliberately inciting their lust and making them want her very, very 
badly.

"You want it so much, don't you?  Feel like you're gonna go crazy if 
you don't get to cum, huh?"  Alexis had stepped back onto the floor.  
"But remember, guys, you're not supposed to cum here.  You're supposed 
to learn how to control yourself, remember?"  She giggled.  "Well, 
we'll see about that in a minute..."

She returned to stand between Daryl's legs, sucking on a finger and 
massaging her pussy inches from his throbbing erection.
The girls were now all positioned between the legs of the tormented 
men, regarding with satisfaction the raging hard-ons their merciless 
teasing had caused.  Dr. Fuller spoke again.

"I know you're all feeling incredibly aroused and vulnerable now, guys 
– well, that's the way you're supposed to feel, we've done that on 
purpose.  It's up to you now, though.  Be strong and do your best to 
resist.  What's coming will go on for an hour."  She added, somewhat 
more darkly, "Remember, your future depends on it."

"All right, girls – you can go to work on them now."
Almost immediately the room was filled with the sounds of men in the 
throes of excruciating pleasure.  It was an inverted chamber of 
torment, in which the instruments of torture were soft hands, smiling 
mouths and fluttering tongues.  Bound and helpless as they were, the 
writhing men could do nothing about the onslaught of pleasure that 
assailed them but surrender to the outrageous sensations the girls were 
subjecting them to.

They were thrown into inner conflict.  They knew it was in their 
interest to steel themselves to what they were experiencing, to try to 
ignore what the girls were doing to them; but at the same time their 
heightened state of sexual frustration drove them to positively wallow 
in the orgy of lust they were being dragged through, as the girls 
skillfully made love to their enflamed cocks.  So there was a cacophony 
of pleading: cries of, "Oh my god, yes!", "Ohhhhh I love it, please, 
more!", "Please, oh please, I need to cum so bad!" were mixed with, 
"Please, no, oh god I can't take it anymore!", "Don't do this to me, oh 
my god, please, no!"; all of which, especially the begging to stop, 
drove the girls to intensify their stroking, sucking and licking.

After about fifteen minutes, Dr. Fuller spoke to admonish the girls.  
"Easy, girls, lighten up a little bit.  We don't want this to end too 
quickly, so slow down and draw it out.  Remember what I told you about 
how we want this experience to be burned into their memories.  It's not 
just how good it feels to them, it's also about how long you make it 
last, how long you can keep them right on the edge of orgasm.  Remember 
what I explained about getting them obsessed with you?"

Dr. Fuller was very serious about her work, and considered herself a 
professional.  Nevertheless, she had to admit privately to herself, if 
not to her colleagues, that she secretly enjoyed scenes like this, 
where excited little girls threw themselves into pleasuring sexually 
frustrated men.  She sincerely believed she was performing a valuable 
service for these men; but at the same time she experienced a piquant 
thrill in the knowledge that her research had enabled her to fathom the 
depths and kinks of their deviance.  She knew how to get pervs worked 
up, and she enjoyed doing it!  And during the sessions, she found the 
sight of all those hard, quivering erections to be, well, not 
unpleasant.

She also enjoyed training the girls in the arts of sexual excitation.  
They were so cute and eager to learn.  She smiled recalling how this 
group in particular had laughed and giggled as they experimented with 
the dildo she had used to explain to them how to give pleasure to a 
man.  She even caught a couple of them trying it out on each other!
What really amazed her, though, was how the girls all seemed to find 
new and interesting ways to drive the men into sexual frenzies.  She 
took great pleasure, and pride, in watching them work on their partners 
in their own unique ways.  And, of course, she took careful notes.

She watched Dora.  Dora the little imp, Dora the playful scamp who 
somehow was able to take the most innocent of childish games and turn 
them into crucibles of lust for pedophiles.  The adorable tease spent 
several minutes pretending that Jonathon's engorged cock was her 
"little dolly", hugging it, kissing it, and carrying on entire 
conversations with it in baby-talk, tapping it on the "nose" in 
admonishment for being "a bad little boy-dolly", then praising it with 
kisses for "sitting up so nice and straight."

After games like this had gotten Jonathan totally rigid, she announced 
that she wanted to play "horsey".  She climbed up onto his lap so that 
she was facing away from him.  Her little bottom was pressed against 
his stomach, and she sat just behind his erection, which was standing 
up straight between her legs.  She turned and grinned up at him.  "Here 
goes the merry-go-round, gotta hold the pole!" she announced, and 
proceeded to bounce up and down in his lap, holding onto the "pole" to 
keep her balance.  After a minute of vigorously masturbating him like 
this, she let go and continued bouncing while she held onto his hips.  
The base of his cock was rubbing between the lips of her pussy, which 
she obviously enjoyed, but removing her hands from his cock caused him 
to moan in frustration.  She looked up at him with a playful grin as 
she continued to bounce, then suddenly reached down and fondled his 
balls, and slowly drew her fingertips up his shaft to the head, which 
she squeezed and tickled for a few seconds.  He closed his eyes and 
gasped at her touch, causing her to smirk with satisfaction.

She kept this up for several minutes, changing unexpectedly from the 
tickling tease to outright jerking-off, to hands-off bouncing, 
repeating over and over, but keeping him off balance, always 
unpredictable.  Jonathan came close several times to erupting in her 
little hands, but he was desperate to control himself, always mindful 
that this was his last chance to succeed.  Just when he was feeling 
that he was getting his reactions under control, Dora changed their 
game.  "I'm tired," she said.  "I want a lollipop!"  She dismounted her 
"horsey", and returned to between Jonathan's knees to find her 
"lollipop"...

Lizzie was a delicate tease.  She enjoyed giving Al little tastes of 
what he needed, and then backing off when she could see his pleasure 
rising.  She watched his face intently as her long fingers searched 
over his cock for his sensitive places.  Whenever he gasped or closed 
his eyes in ecstasy in response to where she happened to touch him, she 
would concentrate there for several seconds with rapid little strokes 
and flicking of her fingertips – then she'd pull her hand away 
suddenly, giggling and biting her tongue in excitement when she saw the 
disappointment and desperation in his face.

Sometimes she was generous – at one point she was lightly brushing her 
fingertips along the underside of his cock, and paused when she reached 
the sensitive spot below the head.  She began to tap lightly with a 
finger right where he loved it most, and raised her eyebrows in a 
question while her tongue darted out to her upper lip, demonstrating 
teasing little licks.  She smiled in response to his, "Ohhh yes, 
please..." and lowered her head, replacing her tapping finger with her 
warm mouth.  Her lips formed an "O" over the sensitive skin and held 
his cock with a gentle suction, while her tongue danced and flicked and 
licked, drawing forth a long "Ohhhhhhhhh" as he sank into the luxurious 
pleasure he had craved for so long.

Later, when she had driven him absolutely mad with frustrating teasing, 
she did it again: the questioning eyebrows, the flicking tongue as she 
hovered over his tortured penis.  Once again he nodded, begging and 
pleading for her mouth.  She smiled and licked her lips, then parted 
them in an "O" as her head bent to his lap – and stopped.  "No," she 
said, looking up at him with a pout.  She dissolved into peals of 
laughter at the devastated expression on his face, and watched with a 
smirk while he struggled futilely against the straps which held him 
fast.  Hands on hips, she scolded him: "Now really, sir, you're 
supposed to be learning to control yourself!"  A mocking smile, a 
sympathetic pat on the cheek ... and she went back to teasing his cock.

"I want to make you feel very nice now, OK?"  Chika was standing to the 
right of Emile's chair, with her delicious breasts inches from his 
face.  She reached down and lightly brushed her fingertips along the 
length of his erection.  "That feel good, I think.  You like more, yes?
I like to make you very hard for long time, make you want a lot."

Emile moaned softly as he watched her gentle hand feathering his cock.  
He looked up to her smiling face, and at her breasts so enticingly 
positioned by his face.  Chika smiled as she watched him gaze longingly 
at her erect nipples.

"Do you want?" she asked.  "Please, I like, too..."  She moved forward 
so that her left nipple brushed his lips.  A deep moan rose from him as 
he hungrily took her soft flesh into his mouth and began to suckle her.  
She smiled and gently wrapped her hand around his cock and began to 
work it with slow, languorous strokes.  Her touch was very light, just 
barely touching him, deliberately tantalizing and enflaming him.

"I like when older guy look at me.  I know that make them big here..."  
She gave his cock a little squeeze.  He gasped, and his lips fumbled 
with her nipple.  She giggled.  "That tickle, Emile-san!"  She moved 
back a step; he tried to reach her breast again, but she moved again, 
staying just out of reach.

"You like little girl, Emile-san?  You like see up skirt, make you want 
see more.  Get your penis very hard – I like that."  She giggled and 
moved around to the front again, kneeling between his legs.  She looked 
at his quivering erection and bit her lower lip.

"Ooooooo, Emile-san, it so big and hard!  You like watch me take off 
clothes, get you excited?  You want me touch you, Emile-san?  Get you 
more excited?"  Her mouth was very close to his cock; he could feel her 
warm breath on him as she spoke.  "I know how make you feel good," she 
whispered.  "You like my mouth, Emile-san?"

As she said this, she inclined his cock towards her and caressed it 
gently with her mouth, just touching the underside of the head briefly 
with her moist lower lip.  "Oh sweet Jesus!  Ohhhhh..."  He was getting 
a taste of what was coming.

"You like that, Emile-san?  You like this? ..."

She took his cock again, and slowly, sensually encircled the head with 
her delicate pink tongue, following the ridge of his glans around and 
around, then gradually spiraling in, finally teasing his urethra with 
the tip of her tongue.

"Ohhh, Emile-san, I love do this to you..."  Her voice was a sweet, 
adoring murmur.  She tilted her head to the right, and holding his cock 
delicately with her left hand, flicked the tip of her tongue up along 
the ridge on the underside, starting at his scrotum and proceeding 
upwards to the head, and back down again – light, butterfly flicks, 
barely touching the surface, just teasing him along.

He was panting and moaning in pleasure, needing more, so much more.  
She stopped and looked into his eyes; her tone became serious.
"Emile-san, I have to do things, now – I give apology.  I know you very 
excited, I know you ... frustrated.  I am sorry, I have to make worse 
now..."

What followed was an hour of erotic torment that drove Emile nearly 
mad.  Chika's kink was to probe and test a man's genitals to determine 
his most sensitive areas of pleasure, and then to single-mindedly harry 
and worry him in those places, but in such a tantalizing way that it 
was always just short of what he needed for release.  With her lips and 
tongue she coaxed and toyed and teased, never giving his enflamed cock 
a moment's rest.  Her tongue flicked lightly and incessantly in 
rapid little licks on his sweet pleasure spots, taunting him, showing 
him she knew just where he was most vulnerable, that she could, if she 
chose, send him into a delirious orgasm with just a single swirl of her 
tongue – which, of course, she never did.  She held him in an agony of 
sexual frustration, deaf to his pleading and whimpering.  She was 
relentless and totally without mercy.

Alexis' lip curled in a lascivious grin as she threw her leg over 
Daryl's knees and straddled his lap, facing him.  Her firm, conical 
breasts were jutting straight out at him, their pink, puffy nipples 
erect and inviting.  Between her legs the lips of her pussy were parted 
and moist, pressing against the shaft of his aching erection.  She 
wiggled her shoulders, making her tits bob and jiggle inches from his 
face.  He flushed and licked his lips.

"You like that, perv?  That something you want?"  She moved the tip of 
her tongue along her upper teeth.  "You need it, don't you, perv – a 
little girl who likes to tease your cock, knows how to get you going?"  
She reached down and pressed his rigid cock against her stomach, gently 
rubbing it from side to side on her smooth skin.  He gasped at the 
sudden pleasure.  She grinned, and went on.

"Me and my friends, we know all about pervs like you.  We see you 
following us around in the mall, gettin' all hot looking at our tits 
and asses.  And we know what you do, too.  We know you go home and jerk 
off thinking about us, pretending we're there stroking your cock and 
fucking you.  You wish!  We really laugh when we think about you doing 
that!"

She giggled and cupped her hands under her breasts.  She moved them up 
and down, squeezing them together and apart, making sure he could see 
how firm they were,  so pert and firm yet so soft.  He watched 
mesmerized, his mouth watering.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't you, perv?  Bet your wife doesn't look like 
this.  That's why you come looking for young girls, we got what you 
want – nice young tits and smooth little pussies!  But you can't have 
any.  How does it feel to want what you can't have, huh?"  She laughed 
as he moaned in frustration.

"I know what you want, perv, I know exactly what you want - and I know 
how to give it to you.  It would be so easy, I could do it right 
now..."

As she spoke, she rose slightly and moved forward until her pussy was 
directly above the shining head of his turgid hard-on.  She put her 
hand to her mouth and wet her fingers, then reached down and coated the 
head of his cock with saliva.  Then she did the same to herself, 
rubbing a wet finger between her legs, getting her tight little pussy 
slick and well-lubricated.  Taking his cock in her hand, she guided it 
between her legs and lowered herself onto it, until it was positioned 
at the very entrance to her vulva, nosing wetly with a gentle pressure.

"Mmmm, that feels good ... does it feel good to you?"  She lowered 
herself a fraction of an inch.  "Oooooo, that feels even better!  Do 
you like it?"  She descended a bit more, until the entire head of his 
cock was just barely inserted into her vagina.  Then she rose up again 
... and down - up ... and down, slowly massaging the head of his 
excited erection with her warm, wet pussy.

"Ohhhh so nice!  I love how your cock feels, trying to get inside me.  
I bet it feels good to you, too, doesn't it?  Should I put it in 
further, do you think?  It's so warm inside me, think about how that 
would feel..."

Daryl was going mad with anticipation and desire.  He was moaning, 
hardly able to breathe, as her gentle motions massaged his glans.  He 
gazed at her in lust, this beautiful little girl, her eyes closed in 
erotic pleasure, biting her lower lip, her pink, puffy nipples erect 
and inviting, her smooth girlish pussy with its reddish wisps, now 
gently enveloping the top of his straining, aching shaft.  He struggled 
against the restraints that held him, trying to move with her, trying 
to rise up higher, to get further into her...

"I really don't know if I should be doing this," she said.  "I mean, 
I'm a virgin and all, and I've never gone all the way.  That's why my 
pussy is so tight – does it feel nice and tight to you?"  She paused, 
and gave a little bounce.  Then she resumed her gentle up and down 
movements.

"It would be so easy to just sit down and have you slide all the way up 
inside me.  Do you want me to do that?  If I did, you would have to 
promise that you wouldn't, you know, shoot off inside me.  I mean, 
you're not supposed to cum or anything, you know?  You gotta learn 
self-control and like that – but it would feel so good, wouldn't it?  
They wouldn't mind, they said I can do anything I want to turn you on."
Daryl was so excited with the thought of actually getting to fuck her, 
to have his cock all the way inside this gorgeous little fourteen-year 
old, to have her bouncing up and down on him, fucking a hard cock for 
the first time with her tight, warm pussy...

"Oh yes, I promise, I won't, oh yes, please, please do it..."  He was 
begging now, begging her to let him have his entire cock inside her, to 
feel the honey sweet pleasure of sliding in and out of her tight warm 
pussy – he needed it, needed it so badly...

"Well, I guess if you promise, and if you'd really like it..."  She 
looked at him with an expression of mounting desire, and bit her lower 
lip.  She held her breasts in her hands and closed her eyes – then 
began to lower herself on his cock, moving in slow grinding circles, 
increasing the pressure of his engorged tip on her tight little cherry.  
She was panting, and making little whimpers of arousal...

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she looked at him with a smirk.  She 
laughed in real amazement.  "I don't think so!" she taunted.  "That's 
gonna be for my boyfriend, not for a dirty old man like you!"

She stepped away from him, and mocked him with taunting poses, giggling 
with delight at his red face and futile struggling.

"You ... little bitch!" Daryl sputtered.  She raised her eyebrows and 
shrugged, then turned away from him and walked unhurriedly to a table 
by the wall.  He watched her go, entranced by the movement of her nude 
hips and buttocks in spite of his anger and disappointment.  How could 
a girl so young be such a bitch, such a wicked little cockteaser!

She took a bottle of water from the table and stood sipping it for 
awhile.  She glanced over towards Daryl, and noticed that he had calmed 
down a bit, and that his erection had gone down.  "Time to go back to 
work," she thought to herself, and sauntered back to his chair.

He saw her coming with her bottle of water and tried not to look at 
her; but it was impossible for him to keep his eyes away.  Her red 
hair, smooth skin, her long legs and graceful hips – and her tits, oh 
my god those tits!  This was the image that tormented him in his 
fantasies, driving him to masturbate clandestinely in bed while his 
wife slept – a beautiful underage girl, desirable, voluptuous, nude.  
She looked so much like Laura, his stepdaughter, the usual object of 
his erotic fantasies.

When she reached his chair she stood silently for a few moments, 
watching him appraisingly.  She walked over to his side, and looked 
down at him while she sipped her water.

"Hi," she said.  He didn't answer her, and looked away.
"Aw, don't be mad.  Here – want a sip?"  Without waiting for an answer, 
she pushed the bottle between his lips.  He didn't resist, and took a 
drink.  It tasted faintly of her lip gloss.

She walked behind him and put the bottle on the floor.  She began to 
massage his shoulders.

"Don't be mad at me, per- ... I mean, Daryl.  I was only playing with 
you, you know."  She knelt down and ran a finger around the edge of his 
right ear.  She moved closer to him and whispered in his ear:  "You do 
like it when I play with you, don't you?"  As she said this she reached 
around to his lap and began fondling his flaccid penis.  She gently 
flicked her tongue in his ear, causing him to shiver.  "I like playing 
with you – I like it a lot."  His erection was coming back to life – 
she gave it a gentle squeeze, and stroked it softly with a finger.

"They told me I look a lot like the girl who got you in trouble, your 
stepdaughter.  Do I really?  That is so cool if I make you think of 
her!  Is she pretty?  Did she get you hard?  Did she get you hard like 
I do?"  She covered his penis with her hand and rubbed it gently – it 
swelled under her hand.

"Have you been thinking of her when you look at me?  Maybe pretend that 
I'm her?  That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

She kissed his ear, making him shiver again, then moved to the front, 
down between his legs, continuing to fondle his ever-growing erection.
"Hi, Daddy, do I make you feel nice?  I know you're not my real daddy, 
but can I call you that?  I like to think of you as my big, strong 
Daddy, who makes me feel so good."  At the words "big, strong" she 
grasped his now fully erect cock and gave it a long, slow two-handed 
stroke.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble, Daddy, I didn't mean to.  I was just 
so surprised when I woke up that I screamed.  I didn't know it was you.  
If I knew I'd a been real quiet, like it was our secret."

She was now lightly stroking him, holding his cock upright with her 
left hand, and rubbing her right palm up and down his sensitive 
underside.  She cocked her head and studied his erection with interest 
while she talked.

"Actually, I was hoping for a long time that you would come in my room 
at night.  I saw how you looked at me when you saw me in my undies – I 
saw you getting big between your legs.  I liked that.  I wanted to get 
you hard."

She was now stroking him with her thumb and forefinger formed into a 
ring, slowly up and down his entire shaft.  She had moved closer in, 
and occasionally blew a puff of warm air on him.

"I liked it when you saw me in my bra and panties.  I wore the tight 
ones on purpose, just to tease you more.  I knew it made you want to 
touch me.  I wanted you to."

A third finger had been added as she slowly and gently masturbated him.  
Pre-ejaculate had started leaking from his tip, and she spread it 
around his glans with a fingertip, making it slick and glistening.
"I wanted you to come in my room at night, Daddy, I did.  I used to 
wear sexy teddies and panties, hoping you would come in and see me.  I 
wanted you to come in and sit on the bed and talk to me, and I would 
watch you get hard when you saw what I was wearing, and touch me all 
over.  I love seeing you get hard, Daddy, I just love it.  I love being 
your sexy little girl, who gets her Daddy's cock so big and hard."
She added a variation – masturbating him with her entire hand now, 
after the down stroke, she placed a gentle kiss on the underside of his 
cock, just below the head.  She did this with every stroke: stroke, 
kiss, stroke, kiss...

"I want you to come in my room, Daddy.  We can be very quiet so Mom 
doesn't wake up.  I'll watch you take off your pajamas, then you watch 
me.  I want you to go first so I can see your cock get bigger and 
bigger while I take off my teddy and panties for you."

Daryl was mesmerized by the world of lust and fantasy she was creating 
around him.  His eyes were glazed and unfocused; he could no longer 
distinguish between reality and forbidden fantasy.  And her caresses 
were sending him to voluptuous heaven.

"I want you to get in bed naked with me, Daddy.  Mmmm, think how nice 
that would be!  I'll be all nice and warm waiting for you, we can hug 
and kiss, and feel our nice warm naked bodies rubbing together.  You 
could curl up behind me, and I'd feel your big warm, stiff cock 
pressing against my bottom.  You would put your arms around me, and 
feel me in front, up and down.  I'd feel your hands on my breasts, 
squeezing them, feeling them all over.  And I'd touch you, Daddy – I 
want to touch you so much, I want to feel your cock hard and warm in my 
hand. Ohhh, I want to make you feel good, Daddy – I want to make you 
explode."

She continued her rhythm, stroking and kissing his cock; but then she 
changed, and the kiss became a lick: after each stroke, a delicate, 
light flick of her tongue...

"Would you like feeling my breasts in bed, Daddy, so nice and soft and 
warm?  You like my titties, don't you, Daddy," she giggled.  "I know 
you do, I see how you look at them when I wear my skimpy little bra in 
front of you, the one you can see through.  Do my tits make you get all 
hard, Daddy?  Do you wish you could touch them and suck them?  Oh, 
Daddy, I've always wanted to do this to you..."

Alexis raised herself slightly, and cradled his ravished cock between 
her firm breasts.  She held them together to form a warm nest of 
pleasure for his ecstatic organ, and began to move back and forth, 
sliding his throbbing cock up and down between her tits.  She looked 
into his eyes and smiled, seeing there the rapture of his ultimate 
fantasy fulfilled.  She licked her lips and grinned, while she 
continued to masturbate him with her youthful breasts, urging him 
closer and closer to orgasm...

Time passed, and the groaning, panting men held out; or, rather, the 
girls skillfully stretched out the agony, pulling back whenever they 
sensed the cocks under their control were getting too close to orgasm.  
Dr. Fuller observed with interest (and some enjoyment) the various ways 
in which the girls pleasured and tormented their partners.  During the 
last few minutes she softly called out the time remaining, so the men 
would know for how much longer they needed to steel themselves, and so 
the girls could plan their final assaults.

Finally she announced, "One minute..."  On hearing that, each girl 
immediately ceased what she was doing and remained motionless, holding 
her captive cock in front of her face.

Dr. Fuller was puzzled.  She thought she knew all of the girls' tricks 
– Dora's crazy games, Lizzie's bratty cockteasing, Chika's oriental 
torture, Alexis' erotic mind-trips; but this was something new.  It was 
evidently something the girls had cooked up together.

The men were confused.  They thought that "one minute" meant there was 
a minute to go, but the girls had just stopped.  Was it a mistake?  
Weren't they supposed to keep going?  For another minute?  On the one 
hand they were relieved to be reaching the end of their ordeal of self-
control, and that they had passed the test; but on the other hand, each 
of them wanted the pleasure to go on, just for another minute, one more 
delicious minute...

When ten seconds had passed, ten seconds precisely, each girl suddenly 
leaned forward and licked the cock she was holding – a tiny, delicate 
lick on the underside, just below the head; a light and fleeting flick 
of the tongue, almost too subtle to be felt.  But the men felt it, oh 
yes, they felt it all right, and each one of them gasped and twitched, 
as if to an electric shock.  And then – nothing.  The girls once again 
just remained poised and motionless.

"Oh, I get it," Dr. Fuller smiled to herself.  She wasn't sure, but it 
had seemed to her that the girls had looked to Alexis for a signal.  
She settled back to watch.

When another ten seconds had passed the tongues darted out again – 
another light, excruciatingly tantalizing lick.  The men groaned in 
pleasure and frustration.  They understood now – the girls were 
inflicting one last tease on them.  Surely I can withstand this, each 
of them thought.  Not much time left – ohhhh but it felt so good.  Is 
she going to do it again?  The minute's not up, is it?

Each of the agitated men was counting to himself, counting off the 
seconds, trying to anticipate the next little tongue-tease.  But of 
course they didn't really know how long the girls were waiting, and 
even if they guessed correctly they counted too quickly in their 
eagerness.  A man reached ten – nothing!  Where is she?  Isn't she 
going to do it again, just once...

Lick.  Taking him unawares.  Oh god, I wasn't ready, ohhhh that felt so 
sweet, but now I have to wait again, ohhhhhhhh...
"Thirty seconds, people..."

All thoughts of passing the test were gone, they wanted the little 
teasing licks to go on forever and time was running out, but they 
needed more, the little tease wasn't enough, oh god please, more, 
please don't stop...

"Ten seconds..."

All at once the girls flew into action, inflicting the most outrageous 
assaults on their partners' enflamed cocks, with the clear intent of 
pushing them over the edge into irresistible orgasm:  Dora wet her 
hands with spit and set upon Jonathan's cock with vigorous two-handed 
jerking; Lizzie's mouth sucked up and down Al's shaft and cockhead; 
Chika held Emile's cock captive in her mouth, massaging the underside 
with her lower lip while her tongue tormented the head inside her 
mouth; and Alexis resumed rapidly stroking Daryl's cock between her 
firm breasts, this time licking and sucking it whenever it emerged red 
and glistening from her cleavage.

"Time's up!"  But by now sperm was erupting everywhere, and men were 
crying out in the throes of the exquisite pleasure of their spasms.  
Lizzie caught the high arc of Al's ejaculation in her hands, and rubbed 
semen back into his cock while it was still pulsating.  Alexis's 
breasts where covered in sperm, and she grinned delightedly as she 
rubbed it between her tits to lubricate them for Daryl's final jerking 
throbs.  Emile was gasping and writhing as he came in copious spurts; 
but these were not visible, since Chika dutifully swallowed it all, 
whipping her tongue around Emile's cock as it sent load after load of 
hot sperm into her sucking mouth.

Only Jonathan had triumphed.  On this, his third and final attempt, he 
had managed to hold back his orgasm, despite Dora's best efforts.  He 
sat slumped in his chair, exhausted from his ordeal, the only one to 
have come through his therapy successfully.  His erection was slowly 
deflating.

* * *

Later, after the men had been released from their bindings, the girls 
gathered up their things and headed for the door.  Dora was pouting and 
had her arms folded tightly across her chest.  She stamped her feet on 
the way to the door, obviously upset that she wouldn't be getting a 
prize, like the rest of the girls.  Dr. Fuller caught up with her and 
pulled her aside.  "Don't worry, sweetie," she whispered, "I've got a 
little something for you, too."  The little girl's disappointment 
vanished in an instant, and she skipped after the others.

Dr. Fuller had some parting remarks for the men after they'd gotten 
dressed.

"Don't be discouraged that you didn't pass the test on this, your first 
try – except for you, Jonathan – congratulations!  Remember that you 
have two chances left; and Al, Emile, Daryl – I'll expect to see you 
same time next week.  We'll have a different group of girls for you 
then.  Remember, you can always opt out and take your chances with the 
courts..."  No one said anything.

As the men were leaving, Jonathan stayed behind to speak with Dr. 
Fuller.

"Yes, Jonathan, what is it?"

"Uh, Dr. Fuller, I think that maybe I'm not, well, not really, uh – 
cured, you know?"

"Really, Jonathan?  But you did so well today!  Is there something else 
we can do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering, do you do, I mean do you have something like 
this with, uh, well, with like, uh - little boys?"

Dr. Fuller looked at him and blinked.  "Oh – oh!  I see.  Hm, that does 
cast a new light on things.  Well, we do, in fact, just let me check 
the schedule..."

She shuffled through some papers.  "Yes, here it is – there's a session 
starting next week.  Let's see..."

As she looked through her papers she spoke half to herself under her 
breath.  "Oh yes, I know this group of scamps ... never knew a bunch of 
little boys so in love with masturbation, always touching themselves 
and each other ... totally fascinated by older men's cocks... yes, 
you're in luck!  There is one opening in the session that starts next 
Thursday.  Shall I sign you up, Jonathan?  You'll get three attempts 
with that session, too."

"Oh yes, please!  Thank you, Dr. Fuller."

Dr. Fuller watched him as he walked out the door.  She smiled.  His 
erection, she noticed, had returned.

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