Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a plastic bag on her dresser, and Dani now removed from it several pairs of new panties. John had helped her pick them out when they went shopping a few days ago. He had told her that it was important that she should wear something fresh for the trip they were about to take, something pretty and new. She selected a pair now, and stepped into them, pulling them up her smooth, graceful legs to her hips. John was sorry to see her little pussy disappear, but he also enjoyed watching her adjust the panties snuggly between her legs and over her bottom. They were bikini style, of thin white cotton, with a pattern of small blue flowers, cut very low in front, clinging tightly between her legs and molding her little cleft. In the rear they only partially covered her cheeks, and arched gracefully over her bottom and up her hips, accentuating her curves.

John loved the sight of her in her tantalizing underwear, and gave a couple of pleasurable strokes to his erect cock, which had escaped through the fly of his boxers as he watched her. He lingered a moment longer as she put on a pair of tight jeans and a white shirt, then left the closet to finish getting dressed himself.

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

Day 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never?" he asked, theatrically crestfallen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

John blushed. "Touché," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And the older girls?" John asked.

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sky," said Dani. "Heaven."

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

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

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

Missy and Allison started to crack up.

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

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

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

Ciel stared at her blackly, then shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what's that?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does Marina know? God!"

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

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

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

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

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

"A special?" said Dani, not understanding.

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

"With me?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ten," Marina corrected.

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

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

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

"Sure, doll, for you, anything!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dani made a dubious face and continued worrying her sandwich.

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

Day 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

"Well, what do we have here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A trade?" Tommy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One..."

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

"Two..."

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Allison," he said softly.

"Yes? What do you mean, Tommy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marina grinned and hugged him.

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is your cock, Lucas..."

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

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

"Gotcha!" she said.

* * * * *

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

Day 5 - Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally he broke their silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As dusk approached Dani began to yawn.

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

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

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

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

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

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

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

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

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

"It's just that...?" her stepfather prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dani moved towards the bed then stopped short and stared.

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

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

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

"G'night, Daddy," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

"Of course, sweetie -- what is it?"

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

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

"Allison and Ciel?" he said, wondering.

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

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

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

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

There was a pause.

"So, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

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

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

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

"Goody! Oh, thank you Daddy!"

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