To Tease a Pedophile (M; f; b; tease; mast; ped; voy; oral) By Neverlander (c) 2014 Celine liked to walk through the park on her way home from school. She lived near the park, and when the weather was good she asked the school bus driver to drop her off before her stop so that she could stroll home. Then, she would make her way to her favorite bench near the playground and sit for a while, watching the people go by, or maybe getting an early start on her homework. She was dressed in the uniform required by her school - a simple, rather long blue-gray pleated skirt and a loose-fitting white blouse with three-quarter length sleeves. The middle school she attended was not a religious one, but it did have a strict dress code. It allowed more choice in footwear, however, and today Celine had on black sneakers, with frilly pink socks. She didn't mind the uniform so much, but she preferred "casual Fridays" when the kids could wear anything they wanted - within reason, of course! As she sat looking over notes she had taken in English class, a man who had been walking near the playground strolled to the bench opposite her and sat down, putting a newspaper beside him. He extended his arms sideways along the back of the bench and glanced at Celine, then yawned and looked idly about him. Celine didn't look up. Lifting the notebook from her lap she crossed her legs and began writing more notes. Frowning, she studied what she had written. As she did, she grasped her skirt between thumb and forefinger and pulled the hem two inches higher up her legs. The man opposite her picked up his newspaper and opened it, but his gaze was directed over the top of the page toward Celine. She paid him no notice, and slowly re-crossed her legs as she resumed her notes, her skirt rising another two inches. Looking skyward in thought as she decided what to write next, she tapped the end of her pencil idly against her teeth, then held the bright pink eraser to her mouth and moved the tip of her tongue over it in slow circles. Still deep in thought, she pursed her lips and slid the eraser two or three times in and out between them. Suddenly her face registered an idea, and she set to writing once again, biting her lower lip in concentration. The man was staring avidly now over the top of his newspaper, gazing directly up under Celine's skirt where he could just make out a hint of pink panties between her crossed legs. He licked his lips as he stared at the pretty little blonde, straining his eyes in an attempt to see more, hoping that she'd move again, giving him a better view. A bulge was becoming evident in his pants. After several minutes during which Celine re-crossed her legs twice more, each time accompanied by the upward creep of her skirt, she put down the notebook and reached into her backpack to retrieve her cell phone. She uncrossed her legs and pulled the hem of her skirt back down as she read a text message she'd just received. The man sighed quietly as his view under Celine's skirt vanished. His erection did not abate, however; if anything it swelled larger in response to the frustration he was now feeling at the removal of the exciting show he had been treated to. Then, to his delight and utter disbelief, as Celine began typing a message into her phone, she pulled up her feet and rested the heels of her sneakers on the seat of the bench, her knees bent and parted, so that he was now staring between her thighs all the way from her knees down to her tight, sheer panties. He had to stifle a moan as he took in the delicious view of the young girl's firm, smooth legs spread open to his gaze, and the compressed curves of strawberry pink cotton panties between her legs tightly molding the shape of what was hidden inside. His lips trembled as he lowered the newspaper to his lap, concealing what his hands were doing there. After exchanging several messages, Celine put her phone and notebook back into her backpack and stood to go. As she walked away from the benches she didn't look at the man; she didn't have to - she knew exactly the state she'd left him in. The messages had been with her friend Rachel: "got 1?" "y!" "he doin it?" "y!" "get pic!" "ok." It was a game they played. They knew about the men who liked to hang around the little kids' playground. It was so much fun teasing them and getting them hot! If they were lucky, as Celine was today, they used their cell phones to snap pictures of what the men did when they got turned on. Celine and Rachel had a large collection of these pics. As she walked toward park exit Celine thought about the man on the bench. She wondered about what he'd do at home later that night - maybe he'd have his hard penis in his hand, stroking it while he thought about her. She hoped so. It pleased her to imagine it. * * * * * Celine knew she was pretty, and she knew that men liked to look at her. Even when she was just a little nine-year-old she noticed older men staring at her on the beach, especially when she took off the top of her little bikini. Not all men, but the ones that did got a funny look on their faces that made her giggle, sort of like they were hypnotized and hungry at the same time. But it wasn't until she was ten that she learned what the bulge was that she sometimes saw between their legs when they watched her. Her best friend Rachel told her; Rachel knew lots of things like that. Actually, she had become aware of it when she was even younger. When she was eight her Uncle Viktor used to give her a quarter whenever he and Aunt Angie came over to visit. He was very nice to her and she liked to crawl up on his lap to give him hugs, because his fuzzy beard tickled. She'd giggle and try to tickle him back, but then he'd tickle her ribs and she'd squeal and try to get away. He'd hold onto her while she struggled and squirmed, and sometimes she noticed that his lap got a lump in it. Uncle Viktor became quiet when that happened and stopped tickling, just smiled at her with a peaceful expression on his face. After a while they didn't do any tickling; she'd just climb on his lap and hug him, then turn around and sit leaning back against his chest with her feet hanging on either side of his legs. He'd put his arms around her waist and she'd hug them against her tummy and rock slowly back and forth, feeling the lump get bigger under her bum. When her Mom said to Aunt Angie that she hoped Celine wasn't pestering Viktor too much, Aunt Angie said no, that's just the way people are in Hungary where he was from - they love children. Uncle Viktor always gave her another quarter after she sat on his lap. Celine had just turned thirteen, and she knew a lot more now about those bulges in men's pants, especially the kind of men who are attracted to young girls like her. She knew what turned them on and got their penises hard, and she'd discovered that she enjoyed getting them excited, especially when they couldn't do anything about it, like with the man she had just left sweating on the bench. It amazed her that all she had to do was pull up her skirt a little to get guys like him trembling with excitement. She loved doing it; she loved teasing pedophiles and leaving them aroused and frustrated. And she loved imagining them later when they finally could do something about it, the things they'd do to themselves when they were all alone, thinking about how she had driven them crazy! She wished she could be there to watch them play with themselves and listen to their moans and whimpers of pleasure. Celine jogged up the two flights of stairs to the large apartment she lived in with her parents. There was an elevator, but she never took it - it was so slow that she could always beat it, and besides, it was good exercise to run up the stairs. Entering the apartment she called "Hi!" to her mother and went into her bedroom to change out of her school clothes into her usual hang-around-the-house cutoff jeans and sweatshirt, and to take out the ponytails she had tied up just before she had gone into the park. She went into the kitchen for a snack, but her Mom told her not to eat too much since they'd be eating dinner as soon as her Dad got home from work at about six. "Have a nice time in the park?" her Mom asked. "You were a little later than usual." "Yeah, it was nice," Celine said. "I was just texting with Rache. And looking at squirrels." After dinner Celine went into her bedroom to do her homework. It was starting to get dark, and soon after she had sat down at her desk and opened her history book her Mom knocked and came into the room. "I think we'll just close these, okay, Celie?" she said, going to the large window of her daughter's bedroom and pulling the deep red drapes that bordered the casement window together. "You're so forgetful, dear, always leaving them open." "Sorry, Mom," Celine said. "It was nice and warm with the sun shining in when I got home." "Yes, yes, I know, but there's no sun now, it's dark outside, so I'll just close them for now. You never know who may be out there." Celine rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mother," she said, and started on her history homework assignment. Her Mom kissed the top of her head and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. After about an hour Celine went out to the living room and watched a couple of TV shows with her parents, then returned to her bedroom to do her math assignment. As she was finishing up her Mom spoke to her through the bedroom door. "Good night, Celie," she said, "We're turning in. Don't stay up too late, okay?" Celine closed her math book and moved to the door. "Okay, Mom, I won't," she said. "I'm going to bed soon, too. Good night!" "Good night, dear," her mother said and moved away down the hallway. Celine listened at the door as her mother retreated. Then she turned on the light on the nightstand next to her bed and another on her dresser. Walking to the window, she drew the red curtains apart as far as they would go. The night was warm, so she opened the casement window and leaned out, staring into the darkness. Their suite of rooms was in one side of a square horseshoe arrangement of three buildings enclosing a small plaza in the center of which was a charming fountain that mothers often brought their toddlers to splash and play in. Celine's bedroom looked down on the fountain, and across the little plaza to the wing of apartments that formed the other side of the horseshoe, much like the one her family occupied. "You never know who may be out there," her mother had said. Well, Celine knew that the only people who could be out there were the residents of the opposite building whose windows were in sight of hers. She didn't know these people, but she had seen them now and then through their windows at night, and sometimes during the day as she passed them coming and going in the little plaza. There were a few families, but it seemed that most of the tenants on the third and forth floors were older people, probably retirees. Some were couples, but several were evidently older men who lived alone, widowers possibly, or life-long bachelors. Celine sometimes saw them moving about their rooms at night, and in warm weather some of them enjoyed sitting on folding chairs near the fountain, watching the children play. There was one resident across the plaza that Celine did know, though, who lived on the second floor across from her. This was Mr. Symanski, the janitor at her school. She said hello to him whenever she saw him at school, but she didn't think he knew that she was actually his neighbor. She could see his apartment from her bedroom window, but he couldn't see her because she was on the third floor and he was lower on the second. She had learned some interesting things about Mr. Symanski from watching him at night through the binoculars she had gotten for Christmas last year. He had a desk with a computer on it that she could see from her bedroom if he left the shade up, and almost every night he would sit in a chair in front of the computer with his pants down, touching and stroking his penis as he watched the computer screen. She couldn't tell what he was watching, but whatever it was it really got him excited! She would think about that and smile to herself whenever she said Hi to him at school; it was fun knowing something like that about him that he didn't know she knew. Mr. Symanski's apartment was too low to have a view into her bedroom, not like the third and forth floor apartments right across from her, and there were several of those, maybe five or six. When she stood in front of the window she wondered if any of the men across the way might be watching her. Because it was dark she couldn't be sure, but she noticed sometimes that when she drew open her curtains lights in some of the windows across from her would quickly go out. It could have been a coincidence, but she didn't think so - it happened almost every night that she remembered to open the curtains. Just now, in fact, the lights had gone out in at least three windows a few seconds after she had drawn the curtains apart. She stepped back from the window and went to her dresser to get the long t-shirt she liked to wear to bed. She tossed it on her bed, and then went back to the window and slowly began to undress. First she took off her sneakers and removed her socks, tossing them over by her closet. Then she crossed her arms and pulled the sweatshirt over her head, and turned to lay it on the desk chair behind her. With her back to the window, she undid the button of her jeans, and pushed down the zipper, allowing the cutoffs to fall at her feet. She bent over to retrieve them from the floor and laid them on top of her sweatshirt on the chair, then turned back to face the window. Under the sweatshirt she was wearing a red t-shirt, which she now lifted over her head and tossed onto the chair, leaving only her pink cotton bikini panties and an abbreviated frilly pink camisole that hung down loosely over her high, young breasts. She walked around her bedroom for a few minutes in her underwear, idly straightening up her belongings and putting away her clothes, then arranging the mostly pink stuffed animals on her bed. Moving up to the window, she closed her eyes and yawned, stretching, with her fists clenched on either side of her face and her elbows extended outward and pulled back. Still yawning, she lifted her arms high above her head, continuing her stretch as the camisole rose on her chest, exposing the lower curves of her breasts. Dropping her arms, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. Then she paused and stepped forward to draw the curtains together. With the window covered, she took off the camisole and panties, and stood naked behind the closed curtains for a few moments before pulling on her bedtime t-shirt. In her bed now, sighing and melting into the warm, thrilling sensations her fingers were igniting between her legs. What are they doing now? she wondered - what is it like for them? She imagined a man alone in his bed, or another lying next to his wife, struggling to remain quiet as he touched himself, thinking of her, of little Celine. Were they moaning in pleasure? In frustration? Certainly it was a torment for them in one way or another, leaving them aroused and unsatisfied. Well, what did they expect? They invaded the privacy of an innocent young girl, and now they were left to pay the price. Too bad! She cuddled up to her favorite sleeping companion - an oversized stuffed bunny rabbit she called Pink Peter - wrapped her legs around him and soon was asleep. ***** Celine and Rachel had been best friends forever, or at least since elementary school. Although Rachel was a year older they had a very close bond because they shared the same interests, but also because they were very unusual in the same way. They were what some might call precocious, wise beyond their years in some respects, although others might judge them more harshly, perhaps calling them perverted! From an early age they had been fascinated by sex, particularly in the curious power it seemed to have over people, especially men, or at least some men. Both of them were very much aware of the attention they got from older men as they grew up and their bodies began to develop. As soon as they had discernible breasts, or even just nipples that made impressions under tight shirts, each girl quickly learned that her chest was where men's eyes lingered. They also noticed that their firm, round bottoms got a lot of attention in public, especially when they wore tight, abbreviated shorts. Oddly enough, although the girls were intensely interested in sex, they had not yet become sexually active with boys - each was still a virgin. Nevertheless they were curious, and in fact frequently experimented with erotic pleasure, but only with each other. They enjoyed practice kissing and touching, and loved the orgasms they'd learned to give each other. It wouldn't be strictly true to describe theirs as a lesbian relationship, since almost always when fondling and pleasuring themselves they'd be whispering in excited tones of the men they'd teased that day, of the erections caused by flaunting their tempting young bodies. They were not totally without encounters with men, however, although not actual sex. Rachel's older sister had many boyfriends, and some of them were not above flirting with her when her sister was out of the room, sometimes even patting her bottom or "accidently" touching her breasts. Celine's most memorable encounter had again been with her Uncle Viktor. A couple of months ago when she was still twelve she and her mother had visited overnight with Aunt Angie and Viktor while her father was away on business. She couldn't really blame Viktor for what happened, since she had teased him so much while they were there. When they arrived she gave him a long hug and pressed the front of her body up against him, and although she really was too old now to sit on his lap she did it anyway, as a joke. The effect it had on him was no joke, however, and she managed to rub her thighs against his obvious erection as she slid off. When nobody else would notice she also made sure he got views up her short skirt that she knew would get him excited. Poor Uncle Viktor! He had a bulge in his pants the whole time she was there. Maybe she shouldn't have tantalized him so much, but she couldn't help it; she loved seeing what it did to him. Anyway, since the apartment was small Celine had had to sleep on the couch in the living room. Some time in the middle of the night she woke up and realized that someone was standing by the couch - instinctively she knew it was her uncle. She was surprised but she pretended to be asleep, to see what would happen. She was wearing just panties and a t- shirt, and since it was a warm night she had kicked the covers off. Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see him, but she could hear his breathing as he stood looking down at her. Then she felt a hand very gently and hesitantly touch her left breast. She remained immobile, and kept the rhythm of her breathing even and audible, just as if she were deeply asleep. After a few seconds she felt another hand, and soon two hands were gently caressing and squeezing both of her young, petite breasts through her t-shirt. She could hear him breathing faster now, and sensed he was becoming very excited as he fondled her. She wasn't frightened, and had to suppress a giggle at the thought of how her teasing had gotten him so turned on that he needed to do this - also it tickled! She was aware of a tingling sensation through her entire body, the thrill of knowing that a man was sexually excited as he felt her up, so aroused by her young body. She realized that this is what all of those men who stared at Rachel and her as they walked through the mall were wishing they could do! After a minute or two Viktor withdrew his hands, and she could hear him breathing hard and something like the rustling of clothing. Then she felt a hand between her legs. Still maintaining her simulated sleep, she opened her eyes just enough to see Viktor in the moonlight. He had pulled his penis through the fly of his pajamas and was slowly masturbating with his left hand while his right was cupping and fondling her through her panties. Fascinated, she watched him as he stroked his large erection, and could hear a low moan rise in his throat as his excitement mounted. It didn't take long before he ejaculated, and he quickly pulled his hand from between her legs to catch his semen as he continued masturbating and gasping his pleasure. Then he turned and quietly left the room. The next day at breakfast they each said a cheery "Good morning!" to each other. It was obvious that he thought she had been asleep while he enjoyed himself with her; it pleased her to know a secret about Uncle Viktor that nobody else did. She also liked knowing that her teasing could get him so excited. I guess he's kind of pervy, she thought, but I don't mind - I like giving him a good time. Besides, he kind of gets paid back for it, since the tease must drive him crazy! As she and her Mom were leaving she surprised him with a good-bye kiss on the mouth - very light, with her lips parted - that'll give him something to think about in bed tonight! At home the next day she and Rachel enjoyed themselves in their own way as she recounted her adventure. On a Friday evening a few days after she had teased the man in the park, Celine's cell phone trilled "The Flight of the Bumblebee." Rachel was calling her. "Hi, Rache. What's up?" "You in tonight? Can I come over?" "Yeah, sure. You okay? You sound funny." "Got something ultra bad to show you." "That means real good, huh? What is it?" "Wait - I'll be there in a sec." Rachel lived two streets from Celine's apartment building. Five minutes later she was at Celine's door, and they ran to her bedroom. "So, whatcha got?" Celine asked. "Turn on your computer," Rachel said. Celine did, and Rachel sat down at the desk and began to type. "I heard about this the other day," she said. "Check it out!" After a few seconds a page appeared on the screen with the heading, "National Sex Offender Registry." "What's that?" Celine asked. "It's a place where they put stuff about guys who got arrested for doing things like touching little girls or downloading pedo pictures, things like that. There's even pictures of them, and where they live, in case people are worried they might be dangerous and want to keep their kids away from them." Celine was quiet as she looked at the screen. "They look sad," she said. "Some of them kind of look like homeless guys. Or not even that, just guys you see on the street, working in stores, real ordinary. Not exactly scary." "I suppose," said Rachel. "But they must have done something to get themselves arrested. They look like low-lifes to me." She scrolled through the list of names and pictures. "Look, it says what they did. Lots of ‘felonious sexual assault' stuff - I guess that's pretty bad. And ‘endangering the welfare of a child' - I wonder what that means?" Celine looked over Rachel's shoulder. "I think it means, like, fooling around with a kid, somebody who lives in the same house, like an uncle or step-father. Maybe even the father." "Oh," Rachel said. "Gross!" "Yeah, I guess." Celine smiled to herself, remembering Uncle Viktor and his bumpy lap. She didn't think he'd ever do anything to get on this list; she hoped not. And it hadn't been so bad, really. She had kind of enjoyed getting him excited. "So, I wonder if any of these guys live around here," Rachel said, scanning the faces. "I don't remember seeing any of them around here" - she giggled - "or in any of the pictures we took!" Celine laughed. "That'd be something, finding out we were getting a real sex criminal all hot and bothered!" They both laughed at this and scrolled slowly through the list, looking for a familiar face. "I wonder if he'd try to rape us," Rachel said more seriously. "Well, that's why it's always got to be in public," Celine replied "A guy - especially a guy like one of these - would be too scared to try anything with people all around. He might want to, but he wouldn't dare." "Uh huh," said Rachel, "and these guys, the ones who have actually gone to prison, when they get out they're probably real scared of doing anything that would get them in trouble again. The temptation must be really hard on them." "Yeah, it must," Celine said. She was quiet for a moment. "It must really drive them crazy." ***** That night Celine lay in bed thinking about the men whose pictures she and Rachel had been looking at earlier. It puzzled her how men could be so stupid to do things that would get them in so much trouble. Actually, she was fascinated by the power sex had over men; they seemed to need it so much. Oh sure, it felt good and was fun and all - although she really hadn't had much experience of it aside from her masturbation, alone and with Rachel - but from what she'd seen some men were actual addicts! Maybe all men were, but most could control it. And porn! Was it true what she'd heard, that most of the traffic on the internet was men downloading porn? So many men all over the world, looking at sexy pictures while they stroked their penises - jerked them off, as Rachel liked to say. She'd seen some pictures of guys touching themselves, masturbating. She imagined them doing it while they masturbated to porn, getting their penises hard looking at the pictures and movies, stroking themselves until they came, ejaculated. She wondered what it felt like to them; it probably was a lot how it felt to her when she masturbated, especially when she concentrated on her special spot, her little bump, her clitoris. If so, she could understand why guys liked to do it so much! She'd actually seen some guys doing it in person once, up close. Rachel's brother had a friend, Jake, who worked in one of those dirty book stores that have video booths where men go in and watch movie clips and masturbate to them if they want to. Once Jake took Rachel and her downstairs into the basement. Each of the booths had a little peep hole in the floor, and if you stood on a little stool you could look up through the holes into the booths. Jake said it was so he or the owner could check out anyone they thought might be interfering with the equipment, like whacking it to make it keep going when the time was up, or trying to use fake quarters or something like that. Anyway, she and Rachel were able to see three or four guys playing with themselves while they watched the movies. The peep holes were near the bottom of the wall where the TV screens were mounted, so they could look up at the men right between their legs! Sometimes they sat too far back to see anything, but the ones they saw were sitting forward on the bench, with their pants open. Celine and Rachel each had a little stool to stand on, so they didn't have to share peep holes - they just watched different men for a while and then switched. It was amazing! You could see them playing with themselves, stroking their erect penises, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and you could hear them moaning when they got really excited and just before they came. When that happened the guys would grab tissues that the store provided for them in a little container in each booth, and wipe off their hands and penises, and sometimes off their clothes or the floor. Later Rachel said it was so gross, but Celine noticed that hadn't stopped her from watching one man after another jerking off! Celine didn't think it was gross; she had found it exciting in a weird kind of way. She only wished she could have seen what kind of movies the men were watching that made them come. It was interesting to see how different their penises were - some were big and dark and veiny, and sort of heavy looking, but others were smaller and kind of pink, and you could only see the head when it poked out from the man's fist as he stroked it up and down. But all of them were hard and stiff, and you could tell the men loved how it felt. What Celine especially liked was listening to them, how they sighed and moaned while they played with their cocks, like they were begging to see more, begging for more excitement and tease. What was really good was hearing them when they had their orgasms, how they gasped and moaned with pleasure and need and frustration all mixed in together, like they were whimpering how good it felt and they never wanted it to end but they needed more, much more. She was puzzled by one of them. "Hey, Rache, look at this!" she whispered. "Why is he pressed up against the wall?" Celine got down from her stool so Rachel could step up and have a look. Rachel laughed quietly and got down. "He's at the glory hole," she whispered. "Glory hole? What's that?" "It's this hole cut in the wall so the guys can poke their cocks through it. Sometimes girls will be on the other side to, you know, play with them." "What girls?" "You know, prostitutes, girls like that. The guys slip money through the hole and then the girls give them blowjobs." "The girls work here or something?" "No, Jake'll let them in if they're nice to him too." "Nice to...? Oh! I get it." She got back up and the stool and looked through the peep hole. The man was writhing around with his front pushed hard against the wall. From the sounds he was making you could tell he was getting just what he wanted. Celine was remembering what she had seen that day as she lay in bed now thinking about the men who were on the registry. She guessed that probably they were a lot like the men in the booths, with really strong sex urges so they needed to masturbate a lot. The difference, though, was what turned them on wasn't the kind of women who made those movies; what got to them were young, underage girls, girls like her. If he really wanted to a guy who watched ordinary porn could go out and find a woman who would actually have sex with him, even if it was just a prostitute. But these other men - the ones who liked little girls - they couldn't do that, not without getting in a lot of trouble. So, they go through life masturbating to their fantasies just like other men, but at the same time they know that they're not allowed to have what they really want, what they need so badly. It must be so frustrating! Rache and I will have to go back to Jake's place some day, Celine thought to herself. (It was actually called the 8th Street Adult Arcade, but they just called it Jake's place.) I'd like to watch them again, find out more about what guys like. ***** "Look," said Rachel. "This one is close!" It was the next day, Saturday. Celine had gone over to Rachel's house and together they were going through the sexual registry, looking for men who might live near them. "He looks kind of weird," Celine said. "And look, it says he was convicted of assault, lots of times." "Yeah, I suppose," Rachel agreed. "Most of these guys seem like that. Either that or they're real skeevy, you know?" She got up and began to pick up some of the clothes she had discarded on the floor the night before. "Hm," Celine said frowing, as she browsed through the registry. "Aren't there any nice pervs around?" They both laughed at this. "I don't know, maybe this is a crazy idea, we're not going to ... wait! Look at this one." Rachel raced back to the computer and sat down next to Celine. "Found something?" "I don't know, maybe. He doesn't live that far away, and he looks - well, he's not exactly good-looking, but at least he's not a grungy old man. He kind of looks like my Dad, and he's forty. I guess that's not so old, really. Troy - Troy Wilcox his name is." "What'd he do?" Rachel asked. "It says he - oh my gosh! It says he was convicted of ‘indecent exposure'. I wonder what he actually did?" "Here, let me," Rachel said, pushing Celine aside at the computer. "I'm good at this." She began to call up searches of on-line newspapers, looking for stories written at about the time the man was arrested. "Ha!" she said, "Found it. Troy Wilcox - he was arrested when he was sitting in his car exposing himself while he was watching girls coming out of school and crossing the street." "He actually stood there and showed it to them?" "I don't think so. It says the crossing guard happened to see him through the car window, and saw that his penis was out." "So he didn't actually show it to them? He must have been playing with himself," Celine said. "I guess," Rachel said. "Doesn't seem like such a big deal." "Well, they sent him to jail for it," Rachel said, "so I guess he must have been jerking real hard!" They laughed again. "Well, I still don't think he deserved to be put in jail for it. I mean, he was just trying to have a little fun. He didn't hurt anybody, right?" "Yeah," Rachel said, "just trying to get his rocks off. Look - it says that he was in prison for a year, and then they let him out under supervision." "I wonder what that means," Celine said. "The cops follow him around?" "Actually, Jake told me something about that once. He said that when these dudes get out for doing something like that - you know, something with sex and underage kids - they have to go to these meetings to get therapy and stuff. He said they have to promise to keep going to the meetings, and swear that they won't look at any porn on the internet or buy dirty magazines, things like that." "Sounds like Jake knows a lot about it - he ever been in jail?" Rachel laughed. "No, I don't think so. He just talks with some of the guys who go to the arcade sometimes. He says some of them have been to jail and are real addicted, sorta like alcoholics." "They say that alcoholics are never really cured," Celine said. "They always have to fight the urge to have another drink. I wonder if it's like that with guys like this Troy - whenever they see a pretty little girl they have to play with themselves. I guess they're always fighting their urges. Must be tempting for him whenever he sees a girl like the ones he was masturbating near. Especially since he could get sent back to jail again if he can't control himself." "Imagine being turned on all the time and not being able to do anything about it!" Rachel whispered. "Yeah," said Celine. "Poor Troy." They looked at each other and giggled. "His cock must be hard all the time, the pervert," Rachel said. "Totally!" Celine agreed. Then she frowned. She bent closer to the screen to examine Troy Wilcox's picture. Her eyes shot open. "No way!" she exclaimed, and grabbed her cell phone. "What's the matter?" Rachel asked, puzzled. "I didn't really look at him while I was taking these - but look!" Celine said, holding up her phone. Rachel stared at the picture, a man sitting on a bench holding a newspaper on his lap, his right hand under the paper. He was staring fixedly towards the camera, biting his lower lip. Then they both looked at the mug shot on the computer screen. "Holy shit!" said Rachel. "It's him!" "Sure is," Celine agreed, "jerking off to me just like with the little school girls." "Guess prison didn't cure him," Rachel said. "Guess not." "Poor guy." "Yeah, poor old pedo Troy," Celine said. She smiled. ***** So dull tonight. Hell, it's dull every night, and still a year to go. Does Dr. Albrecht really think he's doing any good? Nobody takes the therapy workbook seriously, it's just a lot of psycho-babble. And all that talk about "cognitive distortion" and "age-inappropriate projection" - half the guys in there don't even know what the words mean and the other half are just as bored as I am. Rehabilitation, shit! It's just another eighteen fucking months tacked on to our sentences, that's all it is. We're out of jail but the boredom keeps on going. His apartment was two blocks from the bus stop, not too bad, at least not in the summer - the winter was probably going to be a different story. And the neighborhood was run-down, but this was the only place he was able to find - the better areas were either too expensive or were off-limits to him because of his record. Who knew there were so many schools and playgrounds in the city? Maybe when he found a better job he'd have enough money for a better place. So, he thought as he turned the corner onto his street, what'll it be tonight? Ramen noodles or mac and cheese?. Then some jacking off to the Penthouse he found in a trash can in the park. Doesn't get any better than that, he said sarcastically under his breath. Sounds like a plan, sounds like a plan. His apartment was in the basement of a tenement that was accessed via a rickety staircase descending below-ground to a door on the side of the building, next to a cracked asphalt driveway. You wouldn't have known there was an apartment there except for the handwritten name tag in a plastic sleeve tacked to the house at the top of the stairs: "Wilcox, T." As he made his way wearily down the driveway towards the stairs something caught his eye in the leaves and scattered trash in the untrimmed hedge that formed the boundary with the neighboring property. Curious, he walked over to what turned out to be a tan manila envelope that stood out from the refuse around it because it was obviously new and unsoiled. Somebody must have dropped it, he thought. Dropped it today - pretty sure it wasn't here this morning. He bent down and picked it up, turned it over. No address, no writing at all, held closed just by the little metal wing clasp through a hole in the flap, no adhesive. He looked around, saw no one. Wouldn't hurt to take a look, I suppose; maybe see who lost it. Walking towards the stairs he carefully bent back the clasp and opened the flap, then gently parted the sides of the envelope to take a peek inside. His eyes opened wide and he stopped in his tracks. Looking around again anxiously, he held the envelope against his stomach to hide it and quickly descended the stairs. When he was inside his apartment he locked the door and brought the envelope to his one table, in the living room area, and removed its contents. He could now see clearly what he had seen only dimly outside in the dwindling twilight: it was a picture of a girl with blond hair and bare feet standing with her back to the camera, wearing a green sundress. Her face couldn't be seen, but she was reaching behind her to lift the hem of the dress up to reveal her panties: pink cotton bikinis, very tight and thin, showing off one of the most delectable little bubble-butts he'd ever seen! The envelope contained a sheaf of a dozen pictures, printed on photo-paper with a good computer printer. He hastily glanced through the collection - they were all of a girl or girls wearing masks, crazy-looking masks with feathers, and from picture to picture they took off their clothes until they were wearing nothing but tiny little panties and the feather masks. What the hell? Troy thought. Who ... did a photographer lose these, or ... did somebody lose his Lolita collection? He was immediately fearful - a trap, maybe? Could somebody be watching to see if I'll break the terms of my parole? There hadn't been anyone on the street, it had been deserted ... but still, I'd better get rid of these right now! He began hastily stuffing the pictures back in the envelope but then paused to stare down at the image of a young girl sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up and her hands holding them spread wide apart. The mask covered the upper part of her face, but he could see blue eyes twinkling and a tongue sticking out at him. As he stared between her legs, mesmerized by what he could just barely see showing through the tight fabric of her pink panties, his erection rapidly grew to an almost painful stiffness in the confines of his jeans. All thoughts of dinner left his mind and the Penthouse was instantly displaced by what was infinitely more exciting for him. Almost in a trance he prepared for an evening of sweet pleasure: his cock was going to be teased and pampered by naughty little girls who had fallen on feathery wings from the sky. ***** He was able to last an hour before he finally gave in and jerked himself to the sweetest orgasm he'd had since getting out of prison. To give himself freedom to use both hands he'd propped up all twelve pictures against books and other odd objects arranged on the table, then he'd pulled his recliner chair around to face them. With his pants off and his legs spread wide he gazed at the pictures in sequence, sighing and moaning while he watched two little girls slowly take off their clothes as he carefully teased his penis, gently fondling it and pleasuring it, edging it to just short of climax and holding it suspended there. His cock was hugely erect, rising stiffly upward in a backward-curving arc, its shaft throbbing with a network of pulsing veins, its purple head shining and engorged with lust. He had no idea where these pictures had come from and he no longer cared - two little girls, a blonde and a brunette, were deliberately teasing him with their maddening young bodies, that's all that mattered. They wore masks - those funny feather masks - but he could tell they were young, more and more as they took off their clothes. The blonde especially - ohhh her tender little tits, just developing, sweet little cones with pink tips - and the brunette, she was a little older maybe, her tits were bigger, mmmmm, so luscious with puffy nipples, God he would love to suck on them! And their panties - the little witches, teasing him so much, they wouldn't take off their tight little panties, just posed with their legs spread, cute little camel toes, sticking their tongues out at him, he wanted so much to see their little cunnies, but no, they wouldn't let him see their smooth little pussies, ohhhh what little cock teasers! For a full hour he moaned and twisted in his chair, driving his cock wild with stroking and fondling, leading it to the brink of orgasm and then stopping just before it could come, over and over, until finally he wasn't able to resist any longer: his right hand jerked rapidly up and down his shaft while with the left he fondled his balls, and then cried out in wailing ecstasy as his semen shot high into the air and fell back onto his chest and dribbled down his cock onto his hands. Gasping with voluptuous pleasure he rubbed it over the head of his bucking prick and twisted his fist around the rim to suck from it the last throbbing thrills of pleasure. He hadn't had anything so good in so long, maybe ever; jerking to pictures of eighteen-year-olds had been the best he could do for months, but these little girls ... oh my God! Troy's basement apartment had two ground-level windows that were high on the back wall, one in the living room and another in his bedroom. In his excitement he didn't notice two faces peeking in the living room window, faces that had watched raptly from his first touch right through to his final spasms. ***** The girls sipped Cokes in Celine's bedroom. "Wow." "Yeah, wow." Celine was staring abstractedly into space, her eyes unfocused and dreamy. "He really got big, didn't he?" Rachel said, running a fingertip around the rim of the soda can. "And just think, we're the ones who got him that way!" "I loved it. All the time we were taking the pictures I kept thinking about what we were doing to him, how it was going to get him so excited that he'd just have to masturbate. And we really got into his head - I bet he wanted to fuck us so bad!" "Yeah, I know, that's what's so hot! And you know what else? All the while he was getting so worked up and jerking himself he had to be thinking about how it's something he can't have. How if he ever tries to get close to sexy little girls like us he'll go right back to jail. It must really tear him up inside, you know?" "Yeah - well, that's what he gets for being such a perv!" Celine said. "Besides," she went on quietly, "I'll bet that way down deep he loves suffering like that; he needs it." "Well, aren't you the little pervert psychologist," Rachel said with a grin. "Bet you're right, though. We're probably a dream come true for the pervy guy." "Oh yeah, you're right, I just know it. I wonder if he knows we're not finished with him yet." "We're not?" "Oh, no," Celine said quickly. "I'm sure we can come up with other ways to play with him." "How?" said Rachel eagerly. "I don't know, I'll have to think about it. Those masks were a really good idea, by the way. We should keep using them." "Yeah," Rachel said, "I didn't realize they'd be so useful when my sister brought them back from Mardi Gras." "They work really well. Keep us safe while we tease the hell out of him." Rachel laughed. "I guess we're pretty mean, huh?" "Yes, we are," Celine said with a slow smile, and took another sip from her Coke. ***** At least once a week Troy went to a place a few blocks from his apartment for what he called his "special treat." His shyness made him uncomfortable about approaching working girls in the street, in addition to which he was nervous about being spotted by someone who might report him to the parole board. But someone at his weekly group meeting had told him about a place that had "glory holes." Yeah, the guy had said, go down to the Adult Arcade on 8th Street and ask for Jake. There are a couple of video booths there that have ‘em, and he'll point you to one if it ain't bein' used. You might be lucky and get one of the sluts that hang out there to suck you off through the hole in the wall. Some of them have really hot mouths, get you off real good. So Troy became a frequent visitor to the Arcade, and enjoyed a glory hole whenever he could. The weird thing is that he never saw any of the women who gave him blowjobs, since they went into the room (toilet, actually) that had the holes in the walls before he went into a booth, and he never saw them leave afterwards. He actually preferred not to see them, so that he was free to fantasize while they fellated him - it wasn't a twenty-five or thirty-year-old whore who was sucking on his cock, it was a pretty little girl of ten or eleven, a little girl in tight cotton panties from the playground, or a Catholic school girl teasing him on purpose by lifting up her skirt. That's what he loved, yeah, that's what really got to him! He was lucky tonight. When he was sure there was a woman on the other side of the wall he slipped a few bills through the hole and unzipped his fly. As soon as he inserted his penis through the hole he felt a warm mouth close around it and begin to suck avidly. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure. He had new fantasies to excite him today as his cock bobbed in and out of the whore's mouth - two little girls in feather masks and skimpy panties, spreading their legs and sticking out their tongues as they flashed their little tween tits. It was their tongues that were swirling around his cockhead now, their sweet little mouths that were sucking on him, sucking hard, driving him rapidly and expertly to orgasm. He cried out as he came, and when his spasms had ended he fell back on the bench to clean himself off. He wiped his slowly shrinking cock with a tissue, which became wet with semen and smudged with the dark red lipstick that had been smeared all over the head and shaft of his penis. ***** "Hi, Rache." "Hi, Celie! 'Sup?" "How's Robbie?" "Robbie? You mean my cousin? He's okay. Why?" "He must be getting bigger. Haven't seen him in months." "Nah, he's still just a little kid. So what's this about?" "Think he'd like to come over and play?" "Are you kidding? After what you did with him last time? He was pleading with me for weeks to let him come with me to visit you again!" "Cool! Bring him over tomorrow night about seven - my folks are going out to the movies. And bring your camera - it makes better movies than mine." ***** Every night when Troy returned home from his job at the UPS store he checked the brush next to his apartment for more envelopes like the one he had discovered before. But there was never anything there aside from the usual trash, no pictures of little girls taking their clothes off. Like I said, he thought to himself, somebody lost them, happened to drop them while they were walking by, something like that. No such luck again. But he had made good use of the dozen pictures since then! He masturbated to them several times a week, they made it feel sooooo good, God he loved what they did to his cock! He often wondered who they could be, these cock-teasing little vixens who knew exactly how to get him hard and jerking, get him moaning desperately for more. He kept the photos in a locked box he had bought at WalMart, hidden under his bed, and he often got up in the middle of the night to take them out to stare at as he played with himself. He loved what they did to him, grew to need it, grew addicted to the tease. He ached for more, but it was just the one time, that one lucky accident. Until today. Again, it was the contrast with the surrounding trash that caught his eye, a new envelope. It was smaller than the other one, and white instead of tan, but it clearly was new and hadn't been there in the morning. Without hesitation he ran over to it and picked it up, slipping it into his jacket pocket. His heart was pounding. In his apartment he wasted no time in opening the small white envelope. Inside was a square plastic container that held a single compact disk. It was purple, and "Play me!" was written on it in magic marker. Music? He didn't have a CD player, but maybe the computer would work? He wasn't supposed to have a computer because of the parole rules, but he managed to find a cheap laptop in a pawn shop. He didn't have internet at home but he would go to places that had Wi-Fi and search the net for sites that got him hot. He got the computer out from a drawer and set it up on his table. After turning it on he put the CD in the little tray and pushed it in. He waited a few seconds but didn't hear anything - it wouldn't play. But then a window opened that showed the files that were on the CD - there were only two, called "hello1.mov" and "hello2.mov". He double-clicked on the first one and immediately a video player app started up. There was some confused noise, a kind of clattering, and a blurry picture of something he couldn't quite make out. Then a voice whispered, "Okay, it's going now, the red light's on." As the video came into clear focus his mouth dropped open. He was looking at a little girl from the rear as she hurried from where she had been in the foreground to join another girl who was standing with her back against a wall. It was the same two girls from the twelve pictures he had locked away under his bed! It had to be the same two, a blonde and a brunette, wearing the same strange feather masks. Stunned, Troy watched as the girls waved at him and blew kisses. They were both dressed for bed - the brunette was wearing a long Rolling Stones t- shirt that came down to her knees, and the blonde had on a pink see- through teddy that came to mid-thigh, with bikini panties faintly visible under it. The blonde ran towards the camera and disappeared from the scene. An instant later the view moved downward, pointing at the brunette's feet. Then she appeared again next to her friend, and the two girls sat down on the floor with their legs stretched out in front of them. The blonde held a remote control, which she pointed towards the camera. The view pulled in until both girls were displayed together framed in a close-up. The blonde waved again and called out, "Hi!" They looked at each other and giggled, and drew their knees up as they leaned back against the wall. "Hi," the blonde said again - "Hi, Troy!" Troy started and sat up straight. "What the fuck!" he said. "How do they ... Jesus Christ, who are these two?" "We want to show you something, Troy." It was the brunette speaking now. "Something men like you like." As she spoke both girls slowly parted their raised knees, spreading their legs to expose panty-covered crotches to his view. He stared at their smooth, young thighs and at the barely covered mounds between them. The brunette was wearing thin white panties under her t-shirt, and the blonde had on lacy pink panties that matched her transparent teddy. They giggled as they opened and closed their legs, alternately stretching their panties against their mounds as they spread their legs apart, and compressing their young, smooth vulvas into tempting, pouting little packages as their knees came together. "Oh my God!" groaned Troy. He paused the video and went to his bathroom to get the bottle of Astroglide he kept there. Trembling with excitement he unzipped his fly to release his penis and rubbed the clear lubricant all over it. The video restarted, he stared between the legs of the two naughty little girls, and began to stroke his slippery, growing erection. "You like this, Troy?" the blonde said as she sat back and spread her legs far apart. "I bet you do," she said and giggled. "And I bet you like this too." She grasped the hem of her pink teddy and slowly lifted it to expose her young, firm breasts. Looking into his eyes she pinched her puffy nipples into erect little strawberries. "Ohh, you love it Troy, you know you do." She pursed her lips into a kiss. "And you know what else, Troy?" She leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. "You can't have it." She grinned wickedly and licked her lips. "Ohhh God, oh God you little bitch!" Troy hissed as he pumped his rigid penis faster. "Aww, poor Troy," the brunette whimpered, running her fingertips along her inner thighs to draw his attention to her plump little vulva pressing out against the thin fabric of her white cotton panties, the shadow of the cleft between her delicate lips clearly visible. "Two pretty little underage girls, just the kind that perverts drool over, right in front of you!" She frowned and pouted in mock sympathy. "And showing you what you need so bad, teasing your cock, but you can't have them! Aww, you poor guy!" She fondled her breasts through her t-shirt and looked out at him with a concerned, sympathetic expression. "Gosh, this must be so hard for you Troy, so frustrating! Is that what we're doing, Troy? Are we getting you all frustrated?" "You ... oh God you bitch, you cock-teasing little bitch...!" The blonde moved forward again, and smiled wickedly as she ran the tip of her tongue up her index finger. "Mmm, you'd like that Troy, wouldn't you? That's what you really want, isn't it, a little girl with a soft tongue? But no, no, no! We're here to show you what you can't have, just to tease you, you know? Get ya all worked up and frustrated? We love doing this to men like you - we know what it does to you. Pervs like you deserve it!" She laughed and blew a kiss to him, then ran the tip of her tongue lasciviously along her upper lip. "And you can't do anything about it, can you? You have to just sit there drooling and masturbating. Aww, poor baby..." Troy was making only incoherent gasping sounds now, as he worked on his tormented erection, pumping and twisting it in his fist. "That what you're doing now, Troy, masturbating to us?" the brunette said, making a stroking motion with her hand. "Bet you are!" The blonde covered her mouth and giggled. "I bet you love to masturbate, don't you?" the brunette went on. "Probably do it all the time every day, you need it so bad. I mean, it's the only thing you can do when you get all hot and bothered over pretty little girls like us, isn't it? That what you do when you get home after drooling over little girls in the mall, huh? Get your penis out and jerk it up and down until it shoots all over?" "Oh, I'm sure he does," the blonde said, "I bet he's really good at it, too." They both laughed. "Seriously, though, Troy, we're here to help, yes we are. When the little girls get you so excited, it's really hard to control yourself, isn't it? Keep from doing something that would get you in trouble? Well, the next time you get a hard-on when you look at little girls come see us - we'll help you jerk off!" "Right," said the brunette, "and we'll make it good for you." She licked her lips. "Really good." "You know what," the little blonde said, as if just thinking of something. "I think we should give him some encouragement! What do you think?" "Oh, yes, we really should! What do you say Troy? Should we encourage you while you masturbate? Get you really hard so it'll feel sooo good? Yes? Okay, hold on a sec..." Both girls stood up and walked forward, out of the picture. After some jostling and re-focusing, the view was filled with just their heads and shoulders as they turned to face each other and smile. Then slowly, languorously, they tilted their heads and kissed, their lips opening just as their mouths pressed together. They held their kiss for several seconds, then turned to smile into the camera. "Like that, Troy?" the blonde whispered. She bit her lower lip, then they turned to each other again and moved forward, but this time instead of kissing their tongues snaked out from between their parted lips and began darting into each other's mouths, swirling around each other and flicking their tips together sensually. With their tongues still in each other's mouths they melted together into another kiss, passionate and searching. Then they pulled apart and turned to smile into the camera, their eyebrows lifted provocatively. "Like it?" the brunette said. "Your cock like that?" Turning, they walked back towards the wall as the blonde used the remote to focus and frame the view to include both of them from head to toe. "Would it encourage you if we took off our clothes, Troy?" the blonde said, grasping the sides of her teddy at her hips and raising it a little. "Would you like to watch us undress while you masturbate?" The girls looked at each other and giggled. "Me first," the brunette said. "Okay!" The cute little blonde turned and began to undress her friend, grasping the hem of the long t-shirt and slowly pulling it up. The brunette raised her arms to help, and turned around to remove and replace her mask, and when the shirt was off stood facing the camera in only her tiny bikini panties. The blonde stepped behind her and looked into the camera as she ran her hands over her friend's body, down her sides to her hips and up over her stomach to her breasts. She bounced them up and down playfully, then cupped them in her hands and gently squeezed them. "Wish you could do this, Troy? They're so firm and perky." She twirled the girl's puffy nipples between her fingers. "Don't you wish you could do this to girls you see at the mall, or coming out of the middle school? Or even the elementary school!" She giggled. "Some of those little girls already have puffy little bumps you can see under their t- shirts. Have you ever noticed that, Troy? I bet you love to masturbate thinking about little girls like them, too. That's what pedophiles do, isn't it?" She pouted. "But you can't help it, can you? They just get you so hot and bothered." She moved her hands back to the other girl's hips. "I bet there's something else you're dying to see, Troy, isn't there? Should I do this?" She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the brunette's bikini panties and began to push them down. "Is this something you'd like to see while you masturbate? Is it?" She pulled the panties down an inch and stopped. "You want more? Would that make your cock happy? So far it's been just a tease, hasn't it?" She giggled and continued to pull her friend's white cotton panties down until she had almost exposed what was nestled between her legs. "Does this make stroking feel good, Troy? Does it make it feel soooo good? Mmm, keep staring while you play with your cock, I'm going to pull her panties all the way off for you while you masturbate..." "Yeah, yeah, do it, ohhhh yeah!" Troy's eyes were glazed and staring between the young girl's legs as his slippery fist twisted and jerked his engorged cock. He tried to keep his strokes slow, to edge his pleasure for as long as he could during this wicked tease. As the blond girl kneeled and once again reached for the waistband of the panties to pull them down, the brunette suddenly turned around, and her back was to the camera as the blonde slowly pulled the tight panties down over the firm globes of her friend's perfect bubble-butt. She grinned at Troy and winked. "God damn you, oh you little bitch!" She stood back up and looked out at the camera, pouting. "Aww, Troy," she said sympathetically, "you all frustrated again?" Then she stepped in front of her friend. "My turn!" she cried and turned around. The brunette turned to face her and proceeded to undress her as well. Moaning and stroking furiously now, Troy was forced to watch the blonde from the rear as her transparent teddy and lacy pink panties were removed by her friend, still strategically hidden behind her. Both girls were nude now as the maddening little blonde looked back over her shoulder at the camera and grinned. "Ready for your encouragement, Troy?" she said. "But don't come too soon. We love to drive perverts crazy while they masturbate!" The girls turned to face him, and proceeded to tease and tantalize him mercilessly, lasciviously flaunting every inch of their barely pubescent bodies to enflame his pedophilic desires, driving him mad with frustrated lust and taunting him repeatedly by telling him that he would never, ever get to have them. Whenever they said this their voices would be gentle and sympathetic. Gee, we're sorry, they'd say, so sorry you're addicted to little girls, it must be so hard to control yourself when you peek up their little dresses or see them playing at the beach in their teeny tight bathing suits. Bet it makes your cock real hard when you see that, huh? Makes you need to masturbate, real bad. We're just trying to help, giving you some of what you need so bad. We're almost as young as those little girls - do you wish you could feel us up? Troy was stroking himself with abandon now, his tongue actually hanging out as he stared at two naked little girls who were teasing him and posing deliberately to drive him wild with sexual excitement. They kept taunting him - "Nasty pervert, looking at little girls like us! You should be ashamed of yourself. You wanna come, Troy, do ya? Well, just try not to!" He did try, to extend the delicious torment, but the point of no return was reached when both girls got down on their hands and knees and pointed their delectable bottoms at him, spreading their legs wide to give him a good view of the moist lips of their smooth little pussies. They were looking back at him and sticking out their tongues. "Don't come," they giggled, "don't come!" But it was too late - staring back and forth between the two beckoning little vulvas, he gave in and allowed his tormented penis to explode in convulsions of spurting semen as the girls blew kisses at him and the video ended. He kept squeezing and stroking until the last spasms of his pleasure had played out, then staggered into the bathroom to clean himself off and remove his pants, which were wet with his ejaculation. He threw himself onto his bed and lay panting, a thousand questions careening through his head. ***** He awoke with a start and looked around him. It was the middle of the night, but the light in his bedroom was still on, and he was lying on his bed wearing only his shirt. He remembered then, and as he did his penis began to stir again. My God, who were those two little witches who knew his name and ... other things about him? How did they know how helplessly addicted he was to the sight of tender young girls, girls like them, to their lithe, heartbreakingly beautiful bodies, so soft yet firm, growing, developing? Oh my God, their little tits, their bouncing little asses! He looked down at his penis and saw that it was becoming erect on its own, the foreskin withdrawn, the head seeking excitement and pleasure. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself as he recalled the way they had teased and taunted him in the video. Then he stopped - the video - there were two of them, he'd only seen the first. He got unsteadily to his feet and made his way to the chair in the living room and sat down in front of the computer once more. Taking a deep breath, he double-clicked on the file named "hello2.mov." And there they were again, the two little cock-teasers, standing with their hands on their hips, completely naked. "Hi, Troy!" the blonde said. "You back for more? Just can't get enough, can ya? You want more of this?" As she spoke she pointed the remote towards the camera and the view moved in for close-ups of their breasts and pussies. He sat back and spread his legs and began once again to stroke himself. The view widened again, and the girls began to caress their breasts as they made kissing gestures towards him. "Uh uh," the blonde said, wagging a finger at him. "You can't have this, remember? We're just here to tease you and get you all frustrated like you deserve, Mr. Pervert!" As she spoke her friend turned and walked out of the picture. When she had gone the blonde turned to face him, giving him a full frontal view of her naked body. "That's right," she said softly, "you can't have this. And you know what else you can't have?" She walked towards the camera and looked directly into it. "Watch," she said, and disappeared from view. The picture began to jostle as if the camera were being moved, and then went black, evidently blocked by a lens cap. The audio remained on, however, and he could hear the murmur of voices, and some giggling. After a few seconds a girl's voice said, "Ready?" and was answered by a muffled, "Uh huh." The picture returned as the lens cap was removed, and after a second or two of focusing became clear. Troy drew his breath in sharply, and his penis bobbed in his lap, alert. The video now showed the torso of a slender young boy, from a few inches above his navel to mid-thigh. He was naked and was facing the camera with his legs spread apart, and in the center of the screen was his penis, smooth and hairless, extending four inches up along his belly, stiffly erect. He was fair-skinned, and his erection was very light in color except for the head, which was a rosy shade of light pink. As Troy stared the girls moved into the picture, lying on their stomachs on either side of the boy at his hips. "Doesn't he have the cutest little cock?" the brunette said as she ran a fingertip up the underside of the shaft; it jumped at her touch. "I'm sure yours is much bigger, but he's so pretty, don't you think?" "Yeah," the blonde said, "and he's fun to play with. You wanna see how we like to play with him, Troy? You wanna watch?" As she spoke the brunette delicately grasped the boy's penis and held it upright away from his belly. The blonde looked away from Troy and moved forward to run the tip of her tongue along the boy's erect cock from his balls up along his shaft to the head, where she swirled her tongue around the glans. She turned back to look out at the camera. "This is what you can't have, Troy. Our soft tongues - not ever." She pouted at him, then turned back to place gentle kisses up and down the boy's captive penis. All the while she was doing it she looked directly into the camera, into Troy's eyes. The brunette, who was grasping the base of the boy's penis and watching her friend kiss and caress it, turned to look into the camera. "So, Troy," she said, "how long has it been since you've been able to get your hands on a young girl? Long time, huh? You probably think about it all the time. Too bad you can't touch us, or feel our tongues. Gosh, it must drive you crazy, Troy!" She smiled wickedly and licked her lips. The blonde took the head of the little boy's cock into her mouth while her tongue moved in circles on its underside. Then she looked into the camera and smiled. "This turning you on, Troy, getting you all hot and bothered and frustrated? How's it feel seeing what you can't have while you jerk your cock?" The girls both giggled and kissed towards the camera. "Watch this, now, Troy, and play with yourself while you watch," the brunette said. Both girls began flicking their tongues up the boy's shaft, starting at his balls and slowly working upward. When they reached the head, the blonde looked out at the camera and said, "Aw, Troy, don't you wish this was you? Don't you wish we were doing this to your cock?" Both girls began flicking their tongues along the edge of the boy's glans, back and forth along the periphery, tracing paths along the sides and meeting at the middle where they teased and licked his frenulum, flicking the tips of each other's tongues as they did. The boy appeared to be having trouble sitting still, and Troy could hear his little whimpers of surprise and helpless pleasure. The blonde briefly stopped her assault on the boy's penis. "Wish this was you? You need it so bad, dontcha?" She grinned and licked her lips. "Are you stroking yourself now while you watch us, Troy? It feels soooooo good, doesn't it? Keep doing it, Troy, keep masturbating and pretend this is your cock..." Still looking at the camera she continued licking and lapping at the boy's penis. Then she paused again. "But you know what, Troy?" she said softly. "Your hand will never, ever feel as good as this. Think about that while you jerk off and watch..." The girls then set to pleasuring the boy's erection with their mouths and lips and tongues, passionately sucking on it, licking it with long, luxurious laths of their tongues, nibbling up and down his shaft with their lips as they massaged his balls with their fingertips, driving the poor little thing mad with sensations he'd never experienced in his young life. Suddenly they stopped, and both looked at the camera, at Troy. "Should we make him come now, Troy?" the blonde asked softly. "Would you like to see that?" The girls looked at each other and smiled. "But first here's a closer look..." The view pulled in on a close-up of the boy's penis. It was upright and stiff, wet from the girls' lips and tongues. Troy's eyes moved up and down the small erection, from the tight scrotum up the alabaster shaft to the glistening glans, deep pink from the assault it had just received from the girls' merciless mouths. "He has a nice cock, doesn't he Troy?" the blonde said from off camera. "Do pervs like you have a thing for little boys, too? Maybe you'd like to play with his little cock too, hm? Would you enjoy that, Troy? I bet you'd love to help us make him come. You'd know just how to touch him, wouldn't you? You'd know just where to lick him, just how to tease his little cock, get it all worked up. Would you like to lick him, Troy? Do you want to feel his little prick in your mouth while you suck it and wrap your tongue around it? Bet you could make him feel real good, couldn't you Troy? You'd know just how to drive him crazy." The girls laughed and the view pulled out again to show them grinning at him. "Let's make him come now, okay? Stroke yourself and pretend you're helping us jerk him off." They now set to masturbating the boy with their hands, one of them stroking up and down his shaft, the other playing with his balls or flicking the head with fingertips, switching back and forth so that each girl got to have her hands all over the little cock, ravishing it with pleasure. And as they worked on the boy they looked out at Troy, urging him on. "Come on Troy, make him come, make yourself come ... doesn't it feel soooo good? ... do it, do it..." And Troy was doing it, going mad with excitement as he jerked himself and watched two naked girls masturbating a little prepubescent boy, assaulting his cock until he couldn't take any more. Because of his youth it didn't take long for them to push him over the edge, especially since they had already excited him almost to the limit with their knowing mouths and tongues. He was too young to shoot semen, but Troy could hear him crying out as his penis writhed and quivered in the girls' masturbating hands. "Like that, Troy? Like seeing us jerk off a little boy, that get your pedo cock going?" the blonde said. They both laughed derisively. "Hope that gives you something to think about while you jack yourself off. And who knows? Maybe we'll make another CD for you some time to help you with..." - they made jerk-off motions with their hands - "...or maybe we won't!" Giggling, they blew kisses to him as the video ended. Troy released his penis and stared at the blank screen. His abandoned erection slowly subsided, but he didn't notice. The girls couldn't know it, but they had stirred secret memories whose power he was only now coming to understand and accept. ***** The prison where Troy had spent his year of incarceration was a minimum security facility located on several rural acres adjoining active farm land. It couldn't be called a pleasant place, but it was far better than the larger state prison nearer the city. For the first ten months of his sentence he was alone in a small cell containing a single bunk bed and a desk and toilet. Then, unexpectedly, he had gotten a cell mate. He was not happy about it, since he had gotten used to being alone, and he resented the invasion of his solitude. His habits would have to change now - he would no longer be free to masturbate whenever he felt the urge, which was often. The newcomer's name was Karl, and he had been transferred from state prison when it was realized that he may have been in danger from other inmates. He was much younger than most of them, barely above twenty, and rumors of a planned gang rape had reached the ears of the warden. His offense had been minor - simple possession of a small amount of marijuana - and the warden felt that the minimum security alternative was appropriate. He hadn't believed that Karl should have been sentenced in the first place; he was just a victim of the anti-drug hysteria fomented by state representatives seeking re-election. Karl was assigned to Troy's cell for a number of reasons. First, it was one of the few currently occupied by just one inmate, in addition to which both Karl and Troy were considered to be non-violent. Second, although Troy had been convicted of a sexual offense, his interest lay with females and not men or boys. Finally, they were both first offenders, so pairing them seemed appropriate. Troy was a bit sullen at first and didn't speak much with his new room mate. However, Karl was pleasant and easy-going, and the fact that he was more than ten years younger than Troy avoided any direct competition dynamic that can sometimes develop between peers of the same age. Instead, they fell into a kind of older-younger brother relationship, and Troy soon became used to sharing his space with the youthful new-comer. It was a sign of their growing ease with each other that one day they talked about the reasons they were in jail. Karl broached the subject, mentioning causally his drug bust, and how the judge had no choice but to sentence him. "So, how about you?" he said to Troy. "What'd you do?" Troy was hesitant. "Uh, well, it's kind of embarrassing," he said. "Not sure if I want to talk about it." "That's cool," Karl said. "No pressure. Just curious, that's all." He laughed offhandedly. "Guess I'm kind of nosey, huh?" Troy was silent for a minute. "What the hell," the thought to himself, and turned to Karl, who was flipping through an issue of Rolling Stone. "I was, uh, sort of showing off, to, uh, to some school girls." He blushed and shifted uneasily on his bunk, not looking at Karl who was sitting on the floor opposite him. "Oh," Karl said, shrugging. "I did that once." Troy looked up sharply at the younger man, who was peering at him sheepishly from under a lock of blond hair. "You?" he said. "Yeah," Karl said, laughing. "More than once, actually. Hell, lots of times!" He put the magazine down. "Never got caught, though." "Wh - where was it?" Troy asked. This was a new experience for him. He'd never spoken with anyone who'd done what he had. "Mostly it was in this foster home I was in for a while," Karl said. "When I was like fifteen? There were these two little girls, they were foster kids too, about, I don't know, maybe nine or ten years old. They used to pester me, just having fun, you know, and one day they pulled down their pants and stuck their asses out at me! Then they pulled them back up and ran away laughing. The thing is, I got this enormous boner! I couldn't believe it! I mean, they were just little kids, but it got me so turned on. I started listening for them when I came into the house, hoping they'd do it again. And they did, a few times, and each time I got so hard! One day they ran by me in the hall into their bedroom. They giggled when they passed me, and I could see they wanted me to chase them. So I did, right into the bedroom, and one of them shut the door and went to sit on her bed where the other one was. While I stood there looking at them they pulled down their pants and spread their legs, letting me look at their little pussies. They were smooth, no hair at all, you know, and so cute and pink! I felt my boner coming and without really thinking I unzipped my pants and let it out. Their eyes went real wide and they sat there and stared at my cock while I stroked it. It just turned me on so much that I was showing my prick to these little girls who had never seen one before and at the same time they were showing their little cunts to me! I didn't come and figured I better get out of there before somebody found out, so I just zipped up and wagged my finger at them. 'Shh,' I said, 'don't tell!' They said they wouldn't and I left. We did it a few times after that, and once I let them touch my cock after I got it nice and hard. They really liked that. And their little fingers felt so good!" As Troy listened he felt his erection stirring. He was imagining how those little fingers would feel. "Anyhow, that's when I found out I have a thing for little girls. Before that I didn't get it, I thought guys like that are weird! But the way I feel now when I look at little pussies and asses, the way my cock feels and all ... oh, man, I never felt anything like that before those two girls! It was like an electric shock, you know?" Oh, yes, Troy knew that feeling all right. He was feeling it right now. "I thought I'd go back to normal, you know, when I grew up? But it never did, I still get turned on when I see little girls. Even when I'm fucking a girl who's like my age, you know, it gets me real hot to imagine she's a lot younger, like one of those little girls with her legs spread open for me. You ever feel like that?" Troy had been silent as he listened to Karl's story. "Yes," he said quietly. "I feel like that a lot. I ... I know exactly what you mean." Troy had never met anyone who shared his secret obsessions. They talked far into the night, lying in the dark in their separate bunks, quietly masturbating as they spoke of the tantalizing little girls they'd encountered over the years, sharing their excitement, their desires, their lust. Some days later as they lay in their bunks after lights out Troy was describing to Karl the pictures he used to see on the internet, and how frustrating it was not to be able to have a computer here so that he could enjoy them. One of these in particular used to get him really excited, and he had loved masturbating to it, over and over. "What did she look she?" Karl whispered. "The girl in the picture." "She was blond," Troy said, turning on his back so he could talk quietly from his bunk up to his cell mate. "She had on a pink blouse with a wide frilly neckline, and sort of short, ruffled sleeves. She was wearing a short skirt, dark blue with little flowers all over it." "Was she pretty?" Karl asked. "Oh yeah, real pretty. Blond hair, like I said, soft and sort of wavy almost touching her shoulders, and she was looking at you, blue eyes, pretty smile, and I'm pretty sure she had braces" "Braces!" breathed Karl. "Oh yeah! Really?" "Yeah, I remember that especially, shiny braces peeking out from her smile, between her pretty pink lips." Karl moaned softly from above. "And here's the thing," Troy continued, "she was sitting on this chair, a modern kind of chair with a light blue cushion and a wooden back and curved wooden arm rests. She was sitting sideways, you know, not sitting facing front the way you usually would but sideways, with her left leg over the arm of the chair and her right leg down on the cushion, so her legs were spread apart, I mean spread really wide, you know, and her skirt was pulled up almost to her waist so you could stare right between her legs at the crotch of her panties." "Oh my God that sounds hot!" Karl moaned. "That's getting me so hard, ohhh I wish I coulda seen that." Troy smiled, getting an erection himself at the memory of the pretty little girl, and at how his story was affecting Karl. He stroked himself slowly. "Mmm, yeah, long legs spread apart, tight panties..." "You wouldn't believe how hard this is getting me," Karl whispered. "You should feel how hard I am." He moaned softly. "You want to feel it? I'm sooooo hard, oh God!" Troy hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Uh, I'm ... I'm not gay, you know, Karl," he said. "I mean, if you thought..." "No, I'm not either, but thinking about her, listening to you talk about her gets me so turned on, I just thought you'd wanna know what it does to me, to my cock." He moaned softly. "I'm not even touching it and it's gotten crazy hard and stiff!" To his surprise, Troy's own penis twitched at thought of Karl's condition. "You really want me to?" he whispered. "I mean, you want me to ... touch it?" "Ohhh yeah, just for a second, you gotta see what this is doing to me." "Well, I guess," Troy said slowly, "okay, I you really want me to..." He moved his blanket aside and swung his feet to the floor. He stood and turned to face Karl where he lay on his back in the upper bunk, dimly visible in the near darkness of the cell. He took a deep breath, then moved his hand hesitantly under the light blanket and sheet towards Karl. After fumbling for a few seconds his fingers came into contact with his friend's smooth belly, then slowly moved lower until he touched his erect penis. He started back involuntarily, but then moved forward again and touched it gently, moving his hand up the shaft and testing its firmness with his fingertips. After a moment he tentatively wrapped his hand around it and ventured a gentle squeeze. It was warm in his hand, throbbing and stiff, but the skin was surprisingly soft and smooth. He had intended only to touch it briefly to make Karl happy, but he was finding to his surprise that he enjoyed holding another man's erect penis, particularly because it had become aroused by thoughts of the same little girl he had masturbated to in the past so many times. Instead of releasing it, he began to stroke it slowly and gently. Karl relaxed and sighed. "See?" he whispered, almost inaudibly. "See how turned on I am?" "Yeah," said Troy. "I guess she really got to you, didn't she?" His own cock was calling out for attention now, and he lowered his underwear to free it, stroking it lightly with his right hand as his left remained wrapped around Karl's. As his penis became erect in response to his pleasuring hand, unfamiliar emotions and images flooded his mind. The two cocks seemed to merge into each other - in a surreal union Karl's warm, smooth shaft became his own, and as he gently stroked the sensual pleasure he experienced was Karl's as well. He was struck by how similar their penises were, both in size and shape, and as his fingertips moved delicately over Karl's quivering erection, carefully exploring its full extent, he did the same with his own, touching himself in same way he was touching Karl. He gently caressed the places that he loved to tease and worry during masturbation and when he heard Karl's soft moans echo his own, the illusion of one cock stroked by one hand was complete - he was masturbating another penis and experiencing its pleasure simultaneously. "She's really a tease, you know?" he went on, whispering softly. As he spoke he moved his thumb from side to side on the underside of Karl's penis just below the head, doing the same to himself. The intense pleasure caused both of them to gasp softly, and he struggled to regain control as he continued whispering into Karl's ear. "Her panties are pink with little red and white flowers," he said breathlessly, "and they have lacy edges, and the inside of her thighs are so soft and smooth, spread so wide, and her panties, God, her panties are so tight between her legs! And you can see her little mound pushing out behind the panties, her little girl mound..." His fingers flicked the head of Karl's engorged penis and played around the rim lightly. Karl groaned in mixed pleasure and frustration. "God, that's so hot," he moaned. "Is she young? How old is she?" "Eleven, twelve tops," Troy said. "Her chest is almost flat under her blouse, sort of just the beginning of little tits. And she's a tease, Karl, you know what I mean? A little cock-tease! She's smiling at us while she spreads her legs and her look is like she's doing it on purpose to drive us crazy. So many pedo cocks being jerked off to her, and she knows it!" "Ohhh the little bitch!" "Oh yeah, that's exactly what she is, a little teasing bitch. So sweet and innocent, but she knows just how to get us drooling over her and jerking while we stare between her legs. Don't you wish you could see her pussy under her little girl panties? Just think about that little cock-tease, and how she loves doing this to us! Getting us all hot and bothered, you know?" Karl was moaning and raising his hips now, unconsciously seeking more pleasure for his enflamed cock as it twitched under Troy's tantalizing fingertips. Troy was very excited, too, stroking himself rapidly and lightly as he continued to fondle and tease Karl's erection. As he did it he continued to whisper descriptions of the naughty little girl who posed with her skirt pulled up, smiling at the pedophiles she knew were masturbating helplessly as they stared between her legs, going mad with lust and frustration. His words and hand worked together, slowly pushing Karl's excited prick closer and closer to the brink. He knew exactly how Karl was feeling, knew from years of his own self-pleasure, and he could sense that Karl was a single stroke, a single brush of a finger away from exploding in orgasm - so he stopped, removing his hand to let his friend moan at the sudden withdrawal of pleasure. Then he started again, slowly drawing his fingertips up the underside of Karl's shaft from his testicles to the head then back down again, slowly, lightly, a maddening tease. And all the while he kept whispering of the little girl who smiled seductively as she spread her legs, encouraging pedophiles to ache for her, to masturbate, to whimper in frustration, to jerk themselves desperately until their ravished cocks erupted in ecstasy. ***** It was just that once. Soon afterward Karl got an early parole and Troy had the cell to himself once again. As Karl left he gave Troy the phone number of his real parents, where he'd be staying for a while. Troy missed him, and had no one else to fantasize over little girls with. His nights were spent in masturbating to thoughts of little pre-teen teasers spreading their legs to excite two warm, stiff cocks. ***** Troy returned to the present and his hand moved to his penis, caressing it, fondling it, tempting it with pleasure. It rose again, aroused by images of wicked young cock-teasers and of the ravished cock of a beautiful little boy. He closed his eyes and began to stroke languidly, the warmth of the pleasured cock in his hand stirring memories of another that once throbbed and trembled in his grasp. His orgasm was deep, exquisite, but, as always, it left him needing more. ***** "C'mon in!" Celine called as Rachel knocked on her bedroom door. Rachel tossed her bag and cell phone on a chair and went over to where Celine was at her computer. "Whoa! What's that, Celie?" On the screen was a gallery of pictures of erect penises, with nude girls stroking and sucking on them. "Oh, just research," Celine said. "Research." "Yeah, you know, like sex education. You never know when it might come in handy!" She grinned at her friend. "Uh huh, whatever," Rachel said, shaking her head. "You're obsessed, girl." She went over to Celine's bed and lay down on her back. "Too bad we couldn't stick around to see him play with himself." "Yeah, I know, but we had to get to school, remember?" "Uh huh. Think maybe we'll make another one for him sometime?" "Oh, we will. But we'll wait a long time first. A real long time." "Evil." "Uh huh." "Actually, if we want to see him jack off again we may not have to wait so long." Celine turned to look at her. "What do you mean?" "Well, I was talking to Jake the other day and he told me about this guy he sees in his place a lot using the booths." "Those little masturbation rooms?" "Yeah. He said this one asked once if they had any 'young stuff' - that's what it called it - 'young stuff'. Jake said not really so he looks around a little and then goes off into a booth for an hour, the one with the glory hole." "Oh, that," Celine said, giggling. "I remember that one!" "Right, so anyway I asked Jake what this guy looks like and guess what? From what Jake says it sounds just like our boy!" "Troy?" "Yep. Jake says he usually comes Friday nights, sometimes when there's a slut back there, too." "Interesting." "I thought so. So...?" Celine turned back to the computer. "So c'mere and tell me what you think of these." She opened another window on her browser to bring up a page from the Victoria's Secret web site. She clicked a few links and sat back to let Rachel look over a selection of lingerie. "What do you think of this one?" she asked, pointing to a model wearing a pair of very tight boy shorts. "Sexy," Rachel said. "Think they come in your size?" "Dunno. Want to come with me to the mall to check them out? I need them for next weekend." "Sure, I'll come. Need them for what?" "My aunt and uncle are coming for a visit, and you never know when my Uncle Viktor may just happen to be outside my bedroom when the door just happens to be open a crack and I just happen to be getting undressed! If that happens then I just might not notice the door to push it shut until I was down to just my panties and had just started to take them off." "It just might be that you're just a nasty little cock-tease, girl." "I try." She switched off the computer. "Fridays?" "Yeah, Fridays." "Interesting." ***** It was time, his need couldn't be denied any longer. He would go out tonight, to 8th Street; he would give himself a treat. He got the booth he wanted, the special one. Some new clips were on- line, some he hadn't seen. They got him nice and hard, even though they never had girls young enough to really get him going - never did these days, not like before. But still he watched them, stroking, loving what they did to him, driving him crazy with tease. Holding his cock, he stood up and listened at the hole; there was someone there, he could hear her moving around. He couldn't see her, but he was never able to - she always kept out of sight. Whether or not this was because of shyness he didn't know, but it didn't matter. Her mouth was always there as soon as he pushed his cock through the hole. He felt really horny tonight. He had watched half a dozen clips to get ready, but he couldn't get the mystery CD out of his mind - thinking about that was what was getting him so hard tonight, not so much the film clips. When he had gotten his erection nice and stiff he moved to the wall and slipped two twenties through the hole, followed by his hard cock and balls; he had to press his shaft down and kneel a bit to get it low enough, since the tip was a couple of inches above the hole. Once through he was able to stand straight again and relax, knowing that his prick was standing up hard and tall on the other side of the wall, erect, ready and available. He waited. Usually the woman was on him immediately, sucking and gobbling like she wanted to swallow it whole - but not this time. He waited several seconds, wondering if she had left. But then he detected something, something so faint he thought he might be imagining it: it felt as if a warm breeze was wafting up and down the underside of his penis. She was blowing on his cock, very softly. It was subtle and tantalizing, and when it reached the tip it increased slightly in intensity and blew all around the head, then directed quick little puffs of warm moist air against the underside just below the rim. This tantalizing sequence was repeated several times, very slowly, as he moaned with desire and mounting frustration. Then it stopped and he waited again as his heart raced. A single fingertip began to move up the ridge on the underside of his penis. It moved very slowly with a light, gentle pressure, barely touching the skin. When it reached the top of the shaft it reversed direction and passed slowly down to his balls; then it started up again. Troy squirmed under little wisps of pleasure that were much too light and leisurely to trigger an orgasm - they just kept him tense and excited. After the single finger had teased him with several trips up and down, it was replaced with five - five soft, gentle fingertips arrayed around his shaft, drawing upward to the head. They lingered, fluttered at the rim, delicately stroked and feathered over the engorged glans. A single finger made sly excursions down through the cleft in the rim, rubbing in little circles over the sensitive frenulum, barely touching, enflaming his entire body with tantalizing pleasure. Troy was moaning now, and begging for more in agonized whispers. In response the teasing fingers ceased their fluttering torment, and his throbbing penis was grasped by a hand, a soft, gently stroking hand that moved slowly up and down his rigid shaft, barely making contact with the overheated member. Several times it paused and squeezed, pulling down to stretch the skin of his straining erection, making it more vulnerable to what came next, a repetition of the maddening warm breath flowing against his sensitive frenulum, wickedly providing just a hint of the pleasure that the lips hovering a mere fraction of an inch from his tortured prick would be capable of bestowing. Instinctively his hands pressed against the wall, trying to reach her, to pull her to his cock, or to grasp it in his own hands to provide the relief it so desperately needed. He whimpered in frustration, completely at her mercy. Images from the CD floated in his mind, and the giggling voices - "No, no, you can't have this!" Memories of the maddening little girls joined with the cock-teasing being inflicted on him through the wall, and his entire body trembled with desire, his knees becoming so weak that they almost buckled under him. "Wish this was you? You need it so bad, dontcha?" The fingertips resumed their assault, tapping and flicking all over his erection, up and down the shaft, around the head, skittering over his balls, ten tantalizing flames that felt like a thousand fluttering fairy wings. After a full minute of this he felt the neck of his penis being gripped in a ring of forefinger and thumb that began to jerk rapidly up and down while at the same time fingernails delicately fondled and scratched his balls. A low, guttural groan rose from Troy's throat as he felt the masturbating hand driving him closer and closer to the orgasm he needed so desperately, and he hissed Yesssss! Oh God yessss! as he approached the brink of ultimate pleasure that enflamed and fed his erotic addiction ... and then it stopped. Nooooo! In an absolute agony of frustration Troy swore and beat the wall with his fists, begging the bitch on the other side not to stop, gasping that he was so close, please, please, don't stop, he needed it so much... His penis stood rigid and abandoned on the other side of the wall, and he could feel the pre-ejaculate dribbling down the head. He almost pulled out of the hole to finish himself off with his own hand, but his cock was still quivering with the seductive pleasure inflicted by those clever, knowing hands ... maybe if he waited ... maybe ... maybe ... The first lick came. It was feather light, just a quick flick of the tongue that started a half inch below the head of his cock and darted upwards and off. He drew in his breath in a sharp gasp. The pleasure, oh my God the sweet pleasure, but gone in an instant! Three seconds later it came again, just as sweet, and just as maddeningly quick. His eyes were wide open now and he held his breath waiting for the next teasing lick. Long seconds passed...five...ten...nothing. Just as he began to whimper in frustration he felt it again, this time flicking in a circle around his balls, then moving gradually up along the ridge on the underside of his penis, a fluttering tongue slowly working its way up to the engorged head. Just before it reached the rim it paused; a gentle puff of warm air on his cock just below the head was followed by a single quick lick in the same place. He cried out in sudden pleasure, but instead of following up on their bull's eye the licks wandered to other places all over his desperate cock, sometimes approaching but never quite reaching the same magic spot. He was in an agony of frustration now, futilely trying to press his desperate penis further through the hole to get closer to the wicked mouth on the other side that was deliberately tormenting him. He heard faint giggles through the wall as he struggled, mocking his desperate need; it was humiliating, but he didn't care, he just needed more, he needed it so much! Then, caresses - sweet, gentle caresses, soft fingertips tracing paths of pleasure down the length of his aching erection, starting at the head and moving downwards, brushing with thrilling accuracy his most sensitive areas of pleasure, two hands ministering to his need and increasing it, each hand following the other in repeated wanderings down his stiff prick, carefully pleasuring it, making love to it, making it swell with such exquisite sensation that it felt as if it must be glowing with erotic heat. His cheek was pressed against the wall now, his eyes closed, his mouth open in helpless ecstasy as skillful fingertips seductively drew his penis closer and closer to orgasm. Then, when he thought he could take no more, he felt a completely new sensation, warm and wet and slippery. Soft lips were gently mouthing the underside of his penis, moving slowly upwards. When they reached the head they caressed the shaft with gentle sucking and a tongue circled slowly and luxuriously over his ultra-sensitive frenulum. The lips made soft little nips at the shaft and then continued up, and he felt the entire head of his cock engulfed in her warm, gently sucking mouth as her tongue swirled slowly around and around the engorged and tautly shining glans. She continued sucking and licking the head of his cock, giving it no respite, no escape from the unspeakable pleasure that was driving it irresistibly towards orgasm. At the same time playful little fingernails fluttered and teased around his balls. It was too much - with a wrenching, guttural cry, he began to ejaculate, his first spasm sending a massive spurt of semen shooting from the tip of his bucking cock... ...and then nothing! The delicious stimulation of mouth and fingers that had driven him over the edge disappeared - withdrawn, gone! Nooooooo! His ejaculation foundered as his cock jerked in chaotic spasms, his pleasure sputtering out. With a curse of frustration he pulled himself back through the hole and set to jerking himself, desperately trying to rekindle the dying embers of his arousal. A knock outside the door startled him. "Hey, Buddy! Whadda ya say? Come on, we're closing up. Finish what ya doin' and go home." Troy fumbled with his pants, struggling to wipe his semen-slick penis with a tissue as he pulled them on. His cock was again smeared with lipstick, but not dark red as before; this time the color clinging to his tortured prick was pink, a delicate cotton-candy pink. Then he was in the dark street, wandering off in the direction of his apartment. Arriving home he stumbled into bed, exhausted. ***** Four A.M., awake with an insistent hard-on. Tossing and turning, dreaming of the heavenly mouth on the other side of the wall, can't sleep, need it again, need to... Up for the second time that night, up to jerk off to the video again ... those girls, their little tits and asses, their pink tongues on the boy's stiff little prick, kissing and licking and sucking it - "You can't have this!" - ohhhhh God he wanted it so much, if only, if only... Moaning and whimpering in frustration he masturbated until dawn. ***** "Hi - yes, uh, is Karl there? I don't know if I have the right number, and maybe - what? Oh. Yes, I can wait, sure... Karl? That you? Yes, yes, it's me, Troy. How ya doin', man? ... I'm good, yeah, not bad. ... About three months now ... Yeah, gotta keep goin' to the group, probably another year. It sucks, but what the hell - how about you, you doin' okay? ... Cool, man, good to hear. Listen, reason I called, it's, uh - well, I got something you gotta see, something that - something you'll really like, know what I mean? ... Yes, something like that, exactly like that! Wanna come over? ... Yeah, wine would be great, perfect! So listen, to get here you take the A bus to ...." ***** "Hi, Rache!" It was just after noon on Saturday, and Rachel had called as expected - they had their routines. "What's up?" "Nada. Hey, listen, you want to go to the mall? Should be lots of dirty old men there today!" "Okay!" Celine said. "What should we wear?" "It's kinda hot, so tank tops and short-shorts, for sure. And no bras!" Celine laughed. "Of course!" She began to unzip her jeans to change outfits. "It'll be so much fun teasing them," she said. "Besides, I have to go to the mall anyway - I'm almost out of lipstick." ---------- tim_cravin@yahoo.com