"I'd do anything/ For you, dear, anything ... " From the musical "Oliver," music and lyrics by Lionel Bart

I guess the radio station had a mixup in its various sweepstakes. I had entered a contest to get free tickets to go see Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders (and don't get me started on sexual fantasies where she is concerned), but I didn't win. Then one morning I got a call from the station that I had won tickets to the upcoming Justin Boys concert. I told them that I hadn't entered any such contest, but they said come on, don't be a spoilsport, you won, and read off my name and address. It turned out I didn't just win any tickets, but they were front row tickets. Not only that, a guest and I would then get to backstage after the show and meet the Justin Boys their own bad selves.

Will whoop dee fuckin doo, I thought. No Chrissie Hynde, but some flash-in-the-pan bubblegum boy band instead. What the hell, I told 'em, I'll take the tickets. If nothing else, it'll be fun to see the reaction of the kids in my classes when they hear old Mr. Turner (not really so old, just 33, but to a 12-year-old that's ancient) had won tickets to the Justin Boys. Maybe I'd scalp them, a public school teacher's salary being what it is, or something like that.

I never even got the chance to make the dramatic announcement of my "good fortune" to my kids. As soon as I walked in the building that morning, I was mobbed with kids.

"Mr. Turner! Mr. Turner! Was that you on the radio this morning? Did you win those tickets? Are you going? Can I have the other one! Please, Mr. Turner!" I just smiled and kept walking.

A middle-aged middle-school teacher is usually pretty close to invisible. The kids are very interested in each other, who's making out with whom, etc. The boys are into sports and Nintendo, the girls into music and whatever the latest shirtless vampire guy with no chest hair is. The last thing they care about, literally the very last thing, is the man in the front of the room trying to get them to care about U.S. history.

But that day, oh how they cared about me. My first class was full of questions, wiggling in their seats, all talking at once. Even the cool boys, who wouldn't admit to liking the Justin Boys under penalty of torture, at least thought it was cool that teacher had been on the air on the local pop radio station that morning. And the girls were beside themselves, as if the cast of "Twilight" had walked in and said "OK, who wants a kiss and an autograph? " They wiggled and giggled and fidgeted and peppered me with questions about what I was going to do with the tickets and backstage passes.

It was the same in all of my classes. Eventually it got tiresome, and I was glad when the day ended. It was Friday, and I was looking forward to a weekend. I was newly "single" after my girlfriend of a year, Amy, had taken a job in California, and I was toying with the idea of going out to a singles bar and seeing what kind of action there was.

When I got home, I showered, put on some sweats, turned on some shit on TV, opened a Diet Coke and sat down to contemplate what I would do that night. The doorbell rang.

There on my front stoop stood Karina Magnuson and Marie Taylor, two girls from one of my classes. It was the first time students of mine had ever visited me at home, and I was a bit taken aback at first.

"Hi, Mr. Turner!" Karina said with great enthusiasm. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, girls. How are you?"

"We're OK," Karina replied. "Can we, like, come in?"

"Sure, yeah, I guess," I said, a bit puzzled, still not seeing what was coming. They sat down side by side on the sofa in my living room. Karina was definitely the peppier of the two; her eyes shown with a brightness that if I hadn't known better might have been drugs. But Karina was a good girl, never a troublemaker in class. She wore the standard dress of a 12-year-girl today: tight jeans, an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt, and sneakers. She had not yet really started developing into a woman; her breasts were small, her figure trim and almost boyish. Her blonde hair was cut short, and the paleness of her skin emphasized what I assumed to be a Scandinavian heritage.

Marie, sitting next to her, seemed nervous. She had not yet made eye contact with me. Like Karina, Marie was dressed in T-shirt, jeans and Chuck Taylors. But unlike her partner, puberty had hit Marie like a freight train last year. She had what must have been 34-C breasts, and although she always kept them tightly encased in a brassiere at school, she was much talked about among the boys. On the few occasions she wore skirts, it was impossible not to notice that her legs were now shaped like a young woman's, her hips nicely flared. Marie was not a classic beauty in that Barbie-the-cheerleader way that matters most to seventh graders. She looked like she had some Mediterranean heritage in her: large brown eyes, dark lustrous hair that she wore quite long, a nose that was a little bit large by the standards of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon but that would have had men in Naples or Athens chasing her down the alley.

Quite a pair, Karina and Marie, sitting there on my sofa, obviously up to something.

"So, ladies, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"Um, Mr. Turner, you know those Justin Boys tickets?" Karina began. "We were hoping that maybe you would, like, maybe let us use them, because we're the biggest fans ever of the Justin Boys, you know? And if you would do that, we would do anything for you in return. Anything you wanted. Anything at all."

I drew in a breath. I was pretty sure what this 12-year-old cutie was offering me. But I had to be very, very careful.

"What do you mean, anything?" I asked.

"Well, like, you know, anything," Karina said. Marie still hadn't said a word, and when she looked at me, I could tell she was a little anxious. "We want those tickets soooooo bad, please, Mr. Turner, please, don't make me say it."

"Don't make you say what, Karina?"

"You know, don't make me say what we'll do with you. But you know, Mr. Turner. We'll do it with you if you'll give us the tickets." She smiled, and it wasn't a fake smile. Little Karina was enjoying this, and maybe she was enjoying more than just the thought of the backstage passes.

"I think I understand what you girls are offering. But are you sure you want to do this? " I took a deep breath, and plunged ahead. "After all, I have a feeling you're both virgins."

"Uh-huh," Karina nodded. "But to get to meet the Justin Boys ..."

"Marie?" I asked. "Is this something you want to do also?"

"Uh, yeah," said Marie. "I mean, it was like Karina's idea, but I really want to meet the Justin Boys, so I'll do it, too."

"By 'do it,' then, I guess we're talking about sex," I said.

"Well, duh!" Karina said, and both girls started giggling. It was a surreal moment, going from negotiating sex to hearing them titter like the schoolgirls I knew them to be.

"I just wanted to be sure," I said.

I needed time to think, to figure out what I was going to do. OK, I knew what I was going to do in the greater sense. I was gonna ream these two little girls for all they were worth. But this was such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I wanted to maximize everything, and also make sure there were no slip-ups that would come back to haunt me. If we got caught, or the girls blabbed, I would be fired, barred from teaching, arrested and sent to jail. These nubile nymphets were worth some risk, but not that.

"OK, listen carefully to me girls. You say you'll do anything for the tickets and the passes. Is that right? Anything?"

"Yes sir," Marie answered, and Karina too.

"No matter what I tell you to do, you'll do it? Because I don't want you changing your minds halfway through. If you change your minds, the whole deal will be off."

"OK," they said meekly.

"Then here's the first thing. If you're going to seduce a man, and let's be honest, that's what you came here for, to seduce me, you need to wear seductive clothing. You need to both go home and change into sexy outfits. Be imaginative, be slutty. This isn't school where you'll get in trouble; just the opposite. Change into some sexy clothes, then meet me back here. How did you get here, by the way?"

"A cab," said Marie.

"Then here's $20 for cab fare. Go home, change, and come on back here. Be back in an hour. I'll be waiting. We'll have our fun, and when we're done, you'll be on your way to see the Justin Boys in concert."

Karina shrieked - she was so wound up - at the mention of the Justin Boys, and I thought Marie was going to hyperventilate. It was obvious who the ringleader of the duo was, and if I was going to make this succeed, I was going to have to get Marie to the same level of enthusiasm as Karina. I called the girls a cab and they took their money and left, promising they'd be back in an hour. I picked up the phone and called my friend Trance. For the girls who said they would do anything, I needed the man who had everything. "Trance, old buddy, I got myself a situation," I said. "I need all the Ecstasy you have."

Needles to say, Trance peppered me with questions, most of which were about whether he could participate in whatever I had going. I told him no, that it was illegal and had the possibility of falling apart at any moment, but that if he brought over the X, I would let him watch the iPhone video when I was done. He grumbled, but relented, and within 20 minutes was at my door with the Ecstasy, which he had thoughtfully brought in powder form. Now X is not really an aphrodisiac. But people who take it (so I'm told, ahem) get euphoric, less anxious and inhibited and usually open to try new stuff. Being touched feels more intense. Just what I wanted my new schoolgirl fuck-buddies to be feeling.

When they arrived the girls disappoint me. With plenty of time left in the hour, the doorbell rang again, and there were Marie and Karina. My heart jumped, and so did my cock, when I saw them. Karina was wearing a pleated Catholic schoolgirl skirt, white socks and patent leather penny loafers. Her white cotton blouse was thin, and I could see that underneath she wore no bra. Her breasts were small, but her pink nipples were clearly visible.

Marie was the big surprise. I had sensed that she was a reluctant partner in this game, but she had dressed to kill. She was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes cut off shorts that were so short and so tight she would have been arrested walking down the street. It looked as if the center seam cut right up between her legs, and I doubted she could possibly be wearing panties. They were cut as high in front as a bikini bottom, making them a mere scrap of denim. On top she had taken a man's white shirt and tied it off in her midriff, exposing her belly button and her smooth, tan belly. She was taller than usual, I noted, due to black stiletto spike heels. She had put on some makeup, especially bright scarlet lipstick. She looked like a 12-year-old whore, as did Karina.

"Welcome, ladies," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Come on in. You look good enough to eat." Karina strolled in and Marie tottered after her, not used to the tall heels, like a little girl playing dress-up. "Are you still up for our little adventure?"

"Yes, sir," they both answered.

"Then let me hear you each tell me what you will do for those tickets and passes."

"Mr. Turner, I'll do anything for those tickets," said Karina. Her blue eyes were shining, glittering. "You can fuck me if you want to."

"You can fuck me, too, Mr. Turner," said Marie. Her voice was stronger, and I guessed that Karina had given her a pep talk.

"Very good, ladies. Come on in, and we'll begin."

Marie and Karina sat back down on the same sofa. My cock was stirring under my robe, my heart was pounding, and I told myself to settle down. I had to be in control. While I was waiting for the little honeys to return, I had mapped out a tentative plan of how I wanted the evening to go. It was important to stick more or less to the plan, although there was room for improvising.

"May I say, you girls look absolutely fantastic. I definitely approve!" They giggled again, exchanging glances. "Thank you, Mr. Turner," Karina said shyly. "So tell me, are you excited, scared, what?" "A little of both," Marie admitted.

"It's gonna be fine," I reassured them. "You're gonna have a good time, I guarantee it." Again they exchanged looks, as if knowing that the other one was as deeply into this would give each one strength.

"Before we get started, you each need to call home and tell your parents that you're spending the night at each others' houses. OK?"

"Spend the night?" gulped Karina. "Uh, Mr. Turner, we hadn't, like, you know..." she trailed off.

"Now, now, girls. Remember, you said you'd do anything. Now let's get on with it." They pulled out their phones. "My parents are gone for the weekend," Marie said. "We've got a babysitter."

After they both made their calls, enabling me to have all night with them, I began. "Let's start with some questions," I said. "Each of you will answer truthfully, even though you may be embarrassed. I assure you when all is said and done, the questions won't seem that bad. OK?" They nodded in unison.

"Karina, let's start with you. You say you're a virgin. Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Like, yeah!"

And have you ever fucked a boy?" "Mr. Turner!" she gasped.

"Oh, come on, young lady. You just said you were willing to fuck me. Those were your words. And now you're balking at some questions?"

The Q and A proceeded in fits and starts, amid much squirming and giggling from my two little vixens. It turned out that Karina had let Brad Turlington get to second base under her bra, but that was it. She'd had a couple of beers at a couple of parties, never smoked pot. Marie was, to my surprise, the more experienced of the two. She had been at a party in a friend's basement a few months ago and Geoff Masters, one of the young gods of the seventh grade, had been making out with her and managed to talk her into a dark closet, where he proceeded to unzip himself and persuade young Marie to give him a furtive blowjob. Even Karina was shocked to hear this - she had had no idea! - and I made Marie describe the taste of Geoff's cum to her friend, part of a sort of desensitizing process. Partway through I realized I was no longer asking the questions, that Karina and Marie were chatting away about Marie's one sexual experience, with Karina pumping her for details more expertly than I ever could have.

I got up and went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of Chardonnay and poured three large glasses of wine. I stirred a spoonful of powdered Ecstasy into two of the glasses, and took a sip of mine so the level was lower and I would have it marked. When I brought the wine into the living room on a tray, Marie and Karina were talking up a storm, with Marie describing how it hadn't really been that bad giving the blow job, and had made her really horny, but then Geoff hadn't done anything for her, and anyway she probably wouldn't have let him, cause it made her nervous to think of taking off her pants in front of him, and so on and on.

"Would you ladies like some wine?" I asked. They were surprised, I could tell, by a teacher offering them alcohol, but then they realized that alcohol was the least of what was going on, and they took their glasses and each took a gulp. Karina instantly gasped and her face turned red, as she wasn't used to alcohol, but she swallowed it and tried to look sophisticated. Image is everything to seventh-graders.

I turned the questioning to masturbation, and learned that Karina had tried it a few times, liked it, but wasn't sure if she'd really had an orgasm or not. Marie said she diddled herself once or twice a month, and was pretty sure she'd had an orgasm. "I get really juicy down there," she said, which set Karina to giggling fiercely and made Marie blush with embarrassment.

"Let's set another little ground rule," I said. "No coy references to 'down there' or anything. We'll call our body parts what I know you girls must call them when you have a slumber party. Tits, pussy, cock. Let's hear you say it."

"Tits, pussy, cock," Marie and Karina said, trying to keep straight faces. We all exploded in laughter.

"Wow, Mr. Turner, that must be really good wine," Karina said. "It's making me all dizzy." "Yeah, it's good French wine, and you're probably not used to it," I said, leaving out the sexual stimulant I had slipped into their drinks. "I think it's time to go upstairs, girls."

They obediently got up off the sofa and I led them upstairs to my bedroom. They moved a little slowly and with some wavering as the drug began to work on their adolescent brains.

"We're gonna start off slowly," I said. "And unlike your experience with Geoff, Marie, I'm going to make sure that you girls have a really good time, too. Since you're the more experienced masturbator, Marie, we're gonna start with a little warming up exercise. You lay down on the bed, and pull down those sexy little shorts. Then you play with yourself. Karina and I will watch." I pulled up a couple of chairs to the foot of the bed and guided Karina to one.

"Ooh, gee, I don't know, Mr. Turner," said Marie. "This is really weird." "No it isn't, Marie. We're just friends having fun. If it helps, you can close your eyes and pretend you're alone."

That seemed to help the slightly dazed 12-year-old buxom beauty. Blushing furiously, she peeled her tight litte cut-offs down her dark legs, then untied her shirt and shrugged it off. I had been right about her not wearing panties under the shorts, but she was wearing a nice lacy bra that looked like a Wonderbra. "Take the bra off, too, Marie, but leave the shoes on," I said in my teacher's voice, firm and somewhat commanding without being too threatening.

Whether it was the drug or her own desire to get the tickets or a combination, Marie was compliant. In a moment she was laying on my bed, stark naked except for her black high heels. My God she had a gorgeous body, far better than I could have imagined. Although she was voluptuous for a young girl, she was tight as could be, firm all over. Her tits were magnificent, and my cock, which had been twitching, was now fully erect underneath my terry cloth robe.

"Go ahead, Marie, close your eyes and start playing with yourself. Pretend you're alone and that we're not here." She obeyed, her right hand parting the sparse pubic hair that covered her pubescent pussy, as she searched out her clit. She made contact, and her entire body gave a little spasm.

"Thatta girl, Marie," I told her. "Is that wine making you feel good. You should be feeling very horny about now." "Oh, Mr. Turner, I am, I am!" the nymph exclaimed. Her fingers started moving a little faster, and she spread her legs a little wider. The fact that she was naked except for the high heels made her seem even more obscene.

Sitting next to me, Karina was quiet, but her eyes were wide and I could sense her breathing was increasing. I laid my hand on her naked thigh, just below the hem of her little plaid skirt. Her skin was hot, and she jerked a bit when I touched her. "Ssshhhh," I whispered to her, my mouth right next to her ear. "I'm not gonna hurt you, honey. This is all gonna feel really good. Now I want you to unbutton your blouse and take it off, then slip off your panties."

Karina hesitated, then obeyed me, taking off her blouse, exposing those sweet small breasts to my direct gaze. Then she daintily lifted her butt from the chair and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I kept my mouth pressed against her ear and let my tongue slip out just a little and tickler her there.

"Ohhh, Mr. Turner," she moaned, as she squirmed in her seat. I let my hand drift higher on her magnificent young thigh, then higher, until it was an inch away from her pussy. My heart was pounding, and my cock felt like a crowbar. I undid my bathrobe belt and let the robe fall aside, exposing my naked lap and my pusling erection, which pointed straight up to the ceiling, desperate for attention.

"Karina," I whispered to her, "we're going to watch Marie here, and you're going to get your chance to have an orgasm. You'll have lots of orgasms tonight, my dear, and you'll know you've had them. Now right now, I'm going to reach over here and touch you gently on your pussy, and I want you to reach over here and put your hand on my cock."

On the bed, Marie was beginning to moan. The Ecstasy was working its magic, and I had a feeling she had forgotten about Karina and I sitting there watching her. She licked her fingers, then plunged them back down to her succulent young cunt and began rubbing furiously. "Ohhhhh, Jeeeeeeez," she moaned. "Oh, Jeeeeeeeeeez."

I moved my hand to Karina's pussy and let it rest there. Unlike when I first touched her, she didn't flinch, and I thought she was relaxing. "Touch my cock, Karina, take your hand and wrap it around my cock, Karina, do it, Karina, do it," I whispered into her ear. I could smell the shampoo in her hair and taste her young skin and I was in heaven with all of the sensations.

Karina's hand slowly closed around my shaft. Her fingers were cool and firm. "Move it up and down, Karina. Pump my cock with your fist," I ordered her. "You can close your eyes, too, and let me make you feel good." I used my index finger to tickle the opening of her virgin pussy, and when she moaned, I knew I had. She moved her legs apart a little more, allowing me more access, and began to move her little fist up and down on my throbbing erection.

Marie was lost in her own little world, playing with herself on my bed. Her legs were now drawn up, the soles of her shoes flat, but her knees splayed open. Karina's pussy was getting wetter and wetter through its natural lubrication, and I could feel the hood covering her little clit retract, exposing that tiny super-sensitive organ to my finger. I pushed a little and began to rub Karina's clitoris.

"Ohh, Mr. Turner, that feels so good. I feel so weird from the wine, all tingly and buzzy and everything, but that feels so good. I didn't know if I was gonna like this, you know?" "Shhhh," I admonished. "Let's whisper so we don't disturb Marie. Keep jacking my cock up and down. I know you've never done it before, but I think you have an idea what to do."

Precum was dripping out of the piss-hole atop my dick, and as Karina's sweet little fist crested the bulging purple head, she picked up some of the moisture and slid it back down the length of my shaft, lubricating me. I gritted my teeth, trying to decide whether to cum yet. One the one hand I wanted to so badly, getting a hand job from one of my young students while I watched another writhe, naked and panting and moaning and jerking off, on my queen-size bed. On the other hand, I knew a 33-year-old guy like myself was going to have a limited number of orgasms over the evening and I wasn't sure I wanted to "waste" one of my gushers in a hand job.

My prudent side won out. I whispered in Karina's ear: "I'm going to shoot some video of Marie now, and then we'll show them to her later as a surprise. As part of your promise to do anything, don't make a sound while I get out my iPhone. Instead, why don't you use the hand you've been jacking me off and start playing with yourself the way Maria is." I felt her nod OK.

Marie was lost in her own little sexually overheated dream world. I framed the shot her lying there, her dark hair spilling all over the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut, her right hand working her little clit. Her nipples were erect, nice and big and pointy, and perspiration was shining on her tan skin. She was babbling a little, "Oh God Oh Jesus Oh God," and her chest was heaving. I was getting every second on video.

My robe hung loose at my side, my erection jutting out, angry and purple and swollen. I knew that little slut Marie was wet and juicy, and I thought about plunging my hard-on straight up into her preteen pussy, but restrained myself. There was time, and plenty of it, and I wanted to have a really great video for us all to watch together. I also wanted to bring the girls along as willing playmates, not as victims.

I caught Karina out of the corner of my eye. Her hand was underneath that Catholic schoolgirl kilt, and although I couldn't see it, I knew she was masturbating. She paid no attention to me, just watched her best friend pounding her own little pussy on the bed. The room was beginning to smell slightly of female fluids, a sweet, musky smell coming from their open, juicy little twats.

"I'm gonna cum!" Marie suddenly yelled, and her fingers became a blur, circling her little clitoral button faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm gonna cum!" I kept her entire body in full frame, as she began to buck her hips up and down on the bed. Karina was staring at her friend, eyes wide.

With a strangled scream, Marie launched into an orgasm. Her knees started to close, almost of their own accord, then sprang back open. She was huffing and puffing, and her nipples seemed to be spiking up to the ceiling. She was drenched in sweat. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! OHHHHHHHH!" Marie shouted.

"Oh, golly," I heard Karina breathe softly behind me. She was watching her friend locked in a powerful orgasm while she played with her own hairless pussy. In both girls, the Ecstasy was now working its magic on them, and I thought for a moment that neither one knew or cared that I was even in the room. Marie sagged back into the bed, her lithe young body suddenly going limp. She opened her eyes. "Mr. Turner!" she shrieked. "What are you doing??!"

"I'm making a video, my lovely Marie," I said soothingly. "You were just so beautiful and sexy laying there, and I wanted you to be able to see how you looked."

"Jeez, you didn't say anything about video-ing us!" "I know, but you said you'd do anything, remember? And that includes being on video. Don't worry, I won't show it to anybody," I lied.

"Karina, have you been watching me?" Marie asked her friend. "God, yes, Marie, it was so, like, totally hot!" Karina panted. Her hand continued busily under her skirt. "You should have seen yourself!"

"Why don't we watch?" I suggested, and plugged my iPhone into a dock on my big screen TV, and started the short video. And there was Marie, in a scene that took place only 10 minutes ago, once again approaching orgasm.

"I look weird," Marie said. "Gross."

"No you don't," I soothed the youngster. "You look incredibly, amazingly sexy. Scoot over, Marie, I'm gonna lay down beside you to watch. Karina, why don't you get on the other side of me." I stripped off my robe and lay down on the bed, stark naked, my erection straining upward, engorged with blood.

"Karina hasn't cum yet, and neither have I," I told Marie. I think it's time we all got even on our orgasms, don't you?"

"I don't know," Marie said. "I just feel so incredible. That wine was really powerful, I can feel it all over my body, down to my toes."

"That's also the way you feel after a really good orgasm," I told her. Karina had stripped off all over clothes, without even being asked, a very good sign, and lay down on the other side of me. All three of us were now nude (except for Marie's black pumps), me in the middle, cock hard and waiting, a seventh-grade girl, buzzed on Ecstasy and adventure and adolescents hormones, on either side of me. I was smack in the middle of a 12-year-old sandwich. And it was time for these youngsters to gobble some salami.

To Be Continued