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 John Watson sat on the veranda of the log cabin and surveyed the scene in
front of him.  The cabin had been loaned to him for the school holidays and
was situated deep in the country amid rolling hills and flower-filled
valleys.

   His nearest neighbour was 10 miles away down a lane which was no better
than a goat track.  He had been here for three days and hadn't seen a soul,
and unless he travelled into the small market-town some fifteen miles away,
he doubted that this would change for the duration of his six week's stay.

   He took a swig from the bottle of beer held in his right hand followed
by a drag on the hand-rolled cigarette which he held delicately between the
thumb and index finger of his left hand.  John Watson was at peace with the
world.

   His gaze followed the contours of the immediate horizon and he noticed
with pleasure how verdant was the valley in front of him.  The cabin itself
sat midway up a small rise and the property was bounded by a small river on
the floor of the valley.

   There was a fairly large, disused shed on the banks of the river and
over to his left but what made it more quaint and interesting was the
large, wooden water-wheel, half of which was inside the building.  He had
been down to inspect the area earlier in the day and had wandered into the
shed to satisfy his curiosity.

   The water-wheel looked to be in good repair and had suffered little over
the years.  The water from the river pushed constantly at its paddles and
he thought he discerned a little movement.  Looking inside, he discovered a
long handle attached to the rear of the wheel's housing and he decided to
experiment.  He moved it slowly to one side and the old wheel began to
move.

   He pushed the long handle back into place and the water-wheel stopped
once more; water cascading from its paddles.  John assumed that it had
originally been used as a water-powered generator for electricity,
although, looking up, he realised that the single light bulb hanging from
the ceiling was of recent vintage.

   He spotted a light switch on the far wall and, not expecting it to be
connected, walked over and threw the switch to "on".  Immediately the dark
interior of the shed was bathed in light and two bats, disturbed from their
daytime reverie, flew to a darker portion of the shed.

   Walking back to the cabin, John followed the line of an electric cable
from the back of the shed.  It interweaved through gorse and hedge-rows and
finally ended at a fuse box hanging on the outside of the cabin.

   He thought of these earlier events as continued drinking his beer.  He
also reflected on the last six months of his life.  Things had decidedly
turned better for John.  He had only been a probationary teacher at his
school because his history of sustaining teaching positions had not been
good.

   His future had rested solely upon his success in taming one of the worst
classes in the school; a class of teenage layabouts and bullies who showed
no respect for anybody, including themselves.  But he had tamed them and
earned their respect, and in so doing, had earned for himself a full-time
position at the school.

   He had achieved this by appealing to their basic instincts; primarily
lust.  He had discovered Sally, a pretty little fifteen year old, smoking
pot in the school grounds, and, by clever questioning, he had established
that, although she was sexually naive, she was nearly always horny and
loved exhibiting her body.

   To avoid suffering possible expulsion from the school, or even police
intervention, he had prevailed upon her to go to his class-room after her
last class, which was also the last class before the weekend.  He had also
asked his boys if they would stay a little later that afternoon for a
special lesson.

   He promised that any one of them could leave after half an hour if they
wished to.  Their leader, Paul Harris, agreed to stay and all the other
fell into line.  As the last lesson finished, they had shuffled
discontentedly in their seats, waiting for the extra lesson to commence.

   There had been a timid knock on the door, and young Sally walked in. 
She thought she was just meeting Mr.  Watson and had worn sexy underwear
and a plaid mini-dress for the occasion.  She had taken extra care with her
make-up and she looked absolutely gorgeous.

   John had made her stand on his desk, her hands on her head, facing the
class.  Then, he had allowed the boys, one by one, to strip her until she
was naked.  Most of her clothes were cut from her body and thrown on a heap
by the door.

   Then he had the boys masturbate her to several explosive climaxes. 
Finally, four of the boys had ejaculated over her prostrate body while, at
her insistence, John had moved between her spread-eagled legs which were
being held by two of the boys, and plundered her sore and abused pussy with
a passion he had not before experienced.

   She had lain there, totally exposed, as the boys filed passed on their
way out of the classroom and to their respective destinations.  John had
given her the key to his apartment and told her to go there and wait for
him.  He had enjoyed her young body many times in the two weeks before the
commencement of the school holidays.

   Thinking back to those events had given him a strong erection and he
moved back into the cabin and set up his video camera to re-play.  As the
screen sprung to life it pictured young Sally entering the classroom;
surprise registering on her face when she found the room to be filled with
boys.  He had entitled the video "A Lesson in School."

   As he watched the video he had secretly taken, he re-lived the story as
it unfolded, and brought himself to climax twice before it ended.  Feeling
supremely satiated by the time the video had ended, he turned off the light
and slept a deep and dreamless sleep.

   He rose early the following morning, brewed a pot of coffee, and
repaired once again to the veranda to consider what he would do for the
rest of the day.  He had brought plenty of reading material which he hoped
he would eventually get to, but so far he hadn't picked up a single book.

   Again, he gazed at the vista spread before him, and thought what a great
painting it would make.  He dismissed the idea of attempting it himself as
he was certainly no painter, although he had the gift of a great
imagination.  However, he thought that the old water-wheel would be a fine
focal point.

   He stirred from his reverie, finished the last few drops of his coffee,
and decided to take himself into the little market-town.  It would be good
to investigate the area and he needed a few essential provisions, like more
beer and tobacco, anyway.

   He had a quick shower, donned a clean, but faded, pair of jeans and a
light blue t-shirt, combed his hair and beard and prepared to leave.  He
caught sight of his own reflection in the long wardrobe mirror and felt
satisfied with his appearance.  His slim build and rugged good looks
certainly belied his forty-eight years.

   Jumping into his old and battered Jeep, he slipped it into low gear and
began the long and arduous trip into town.  There were few tarmac roads in
this area and he hardly got out of second and third gears until he was only
two miles distant from his destination.

   Although it was now nearly ten in the morning, there were very few
people to be seen.  He pulled up outside the "Rose and Crown" public house
and could see that it was already open and there were quite a few customers
already inside.  This, he decided, would be his first call.

   He ambled up to the bar and ordered a light beer from the barmaid who
seemed to be of an age around his own vintage.  He immediately sensed that
she was showing more than a passing interest in him, but after playing so
much with Sally's nubile and willing fifteen year old body, his desires and
his libido had certainly changed.

   "Just travelling through, then?"

   Her question caught him by surprise, and he found himself nodding in
agreement.  No point in broadcasting his whereabouts in case she had any
ideas of involvement.

   "Yup," was his reply.  "Might stay for lunch after I do a bit of
shopping," he added.

   "They do a nice counter-lunch here," she offered.  "I can order it in
advance if you want."

   "Kind of you, but I'm not sure yet what I'm going to do," he told her.

   She moved off to the other end of the bar to serve another customer and
John turned to look at the pub.  There were about twelve patrons in all but
there seemed to be little conversation happening.  Most were simply
studying their drinks or staring off into space.  Two men passed him on
their way to the door marked "Men", but neither even looked in his
direction.

   "Friendly lot!" he said to the barmaid as she returned to where he was
sitting.

   "People keep themselves to themselves around here," she said, then
continued, "Folks mind their own business in this town.  You could
disappear for months before somebody would notice you're gone.  Most of the
people in here today wouldn't even remember you're being here.  Like -
you're invisible!"

   She moved off again, busy with her chores.  John decided to finish his
beer and start to explore the town.  Then, he'd return home after
collecting some provisions and maybe have lunch down by the river.  The
thought appealed to him.  He watched as the barmaid made her way towards
him and, before she could make herself comfortable in front of him, said,

   "Well, I'll be off then.  Can you tell me the best place to get some
provisions?"

   A look of disappointment etched its way across her face as she realised
this little adventure was over before it started.

   "There's a little supermarket just down the road apiece.  Turn left out
the door and it's down the road on the right hand side.  Can't miss it!"
then added, "Don't forget, I'm here if you need anything."

   John let that one go through to the keeper, thanked her and made his way
out into the sunshine.  He was surprised to find how hot it was as the
weather had been fairly overcast since he had arrived.  He was thankful
that he was wearing the light T-shirt.

   He soon spotted the supermarket and made his way across the main street
and entered the automatic door.  A wave of air-conditioning hit him and he
immediately felt refreshed.  The supermarket was bigger than he had
expected, with at least a dozen aisles festooned with all manner of items
to buy.  He found a trolley and methodically began to explore the shelves.

   He found some double-baked ham in the Deli section and tomatoes,
cucumber and lettuce in the fruit and vegetables.  He was moving towards
the bakery counter to look for some crusty rolls when he heard a commotion
in the aisle next to him.  Suddenly, a young lad came charging round the
corner at full speed and ran straight into his trolley.

   He seemed to bounce back then ricocheted off an adjacent shelf and ended
up in a heap on the floor.  John moved to pick him up but the boy suddenly
sat up and grinned at John impishly.  He rubbed his head and his right
knee, then, grabbing hold of the trolley, pulled himself up.

   John noted that he was probably about twelve years old and appeared to
be nonplussed about the collision.  He was fair-haired with a slightly
freckled face and his middle top tooth was missing.  He bent down and
retrieved his white cap which he threw onto his head back to front.  John
had to smile as he studied this cute little boy.

   "Are you OK?" he enquired.

   "I'm OK, thanks, Mister," he replied, then added, "Sorry, but I couldn't
stop."

   Before John could respond a youth appeared from the same direction the
boy had come from.  He was a good deal older than the boy; probably about
sixteen or so.  He had the same fair hair and just a hint of freckles, and
John rightly assumed that they were brothers.

   He was as tall as John - about five foot ten, but lean and wiry.  He
wore an old pair of jeans and a green check shirt.  He wore thongs on his
feet, which looked as though their life was almost over, and no socks.  He
had a certain presence about him and John thought that he would break a few
girls' hearts in time.

   "You all right, Tommy?"

   His voice was deep and sonorous and had obviously broken early.  John
thought that he could probably be a good singer if his voice were to be
trained.  But, there probably wasn't much chance of that in a town like
this.  He looked at his brother with some concern.

   "Sure am, Bro.  It's a good thing this fella was here to stop me or I
mighta continued going!"

   Again, he showed that impish grin that had so amused John originally. 
He moved slightly towards his brother as if to show some form of
solidarity. His brother extended his hand to John, saying,

   "Mike's the name, and this `ere is little Tommy.  Sorry if we caused you
any problems, Mister."

   Mike shook his hand with a firm grip and John found himself instantly
warming to the lad.  Both the boys seemed to be polite and sincere, and
they were obviously very close to each other.

   "No damage done, unless there has been any to little Tommy here.  I saw
him rubbing his knee and head after he fell."

   "Naw!  I'm fine," said Tommy, and darted off again in the direction from
which he had come.  John was about to walk away and continue shopping when
another person sidled up to Mike and asked what was happening.

   John stood transfixed has he watched a most beautiful and alluring girl
stand next to Mike and look up at him, her question hanging in the air. 
The rhythm of John's breathing decidedly quickened as he gazed at the girl.
She was about five feet three inches in height and her extremely pretty
face was framed by her almost jet-black hair which grazed her shoulders.

   Her lips were pouty and her perfect teeth seemed to brighten her whole
face.  John's immediate thought was what it would be like to kiss those
wondrous lips.  She wore a rustic brown, peasant-type blouse of some mohair
material and which rested just below her shoulders.

   He put her age at somewhere between thirteen and fifteen; it was so
difficult to determine correctly, but her face implied a younger age whilst
her body looked as though it could belong to a young woman.  He thought her
to be bra-less and felt sure he could see the faint outline of her nipples
as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.

   Her pleated, beige mini-skirt fell midway between her knees and thighs
which showed off her shapely legs to full advantage.  White ankle socks
covered her feet and her sneakers, albeit worn, were clean and presentable.
All in all, she was a pure delight to behold, and John felt the familiar
stirring in his groin.

   "Nothing, Tabs," he replied, "Just Tommy being his normal boisterous
self.  He bumped into this fella."

   Mike didn't even look at the girl as he spoke and John wondered how
anybody could take their eyes off her.  She looked at him with eyes so
deeply blue, enhanced by her olive, almost Latina, skin, and simply said,

   "Hi!"

   John found it difficult to form a response in his brain, so enamoured
was he with this vision of beauty.  But, he knew he must reach out and
touch her to prove that she was real.  He proffered his hand in her
direction and she immediately moved forward and slipped her hand in his.

   "My name's Tabatha.  What's yours?"

   John could not let go of her hand, and marvelled at its silky feel.  His
eyes never left hers and he saw her lick her lips, perhaps a little
nervously.  Yet, she didn't try to pull her hand away.

   "People call me Jim, and it's a real pleasure to meet you."

   Why he lied about his name, he didn't know.  Perhaps it was some
primeval instinct of self-preservation?  She smiled back at him, still
content to leave her hand in his.

   "Gotta go!" said Mike, who seemed oblivious to the current exchanges.

   "Me too," exclaimed Tabitha, still looking at `Jim'.  "Where ya goin',
Mike?"

   "Ah!  Just around.  Wanna come along?"

   "Why not," replied Tabatha.  "Nothin' else to do."

   John finally, and regretfully, let go of her hand, and she began to
follow Mike through the store.  Just as she turned the corner, she looked
back at `Jim' and flashed him a beautiful smile.  Then, with a shake of her
hair, she disappeared.

   For a few moments John could not gather his scattered wits.  Tabatha had
completely disarmed him and he tried to remember what he was doing.  He
pushed his trolley up the next aisle and put some items in his trolley that
he may, or may not, have needed.  He moved to the next aisle and there she
was again, just simply watching him.

   He returned her gaze until she disappeared once more.  Deciding that he
had bought enough, he moved towards the check-out, only to find the three
of them immediately ahead of him.  He now became aware of the faint aroma
of Tabatha's perfume, which only served to excite his senses even more.

   He saw that they had bought some chocolate bars, chips and three bottles
of Coke which they had put into the one basket.  The cashier swiped the
items and gave them the bill.  Mike dug into his pockets and counted some
small coins onto the counter.  The cashier shook her head and Mike looked
towards Tabatha, who merely shrugged her shoulders.

   "I'm sorry," the cashier told them.  "If you can't pay - you can't
have!" and began to put the items on the shelf behind her.  The three
looked embarrassed and crestfallen.

   "It's OK," John told the cashier, "They are part of my purchases. 
Please add my items to theirs."

   The cashier resignedly replaced the items in the basket and started on
John's purchases.  Adding the two receipts together, she presented John
with the final amount which John paid with his credit card.  Meanwhile, the
three looked at him in disbelief, but John avoided their attention.

   Finally, he looked up, winked, and nodded towards the exit door.  They
trooped out ahead of him and waited for him to wheel his trolley out of the
supermarket.

   "Hey!  Thanks Mister!" said Mike.  "That was real nice of you."

   "Yes, thank you, Jim." The way Tabatha said his name made John's head
swim.  "You leaving town now?" was her next question.

   "Actually, No!" replied John.  "I thought to stay awhile, now I have
some friends here."

   He winked at them again and all three smiled at him with unabashed
sincerity.

   "Where you staying, Mister?" enquired Mike.

   "His name's Jim, not Mister," Tabatha snorted, and looked at `Jim' and
smiled again.

   "It's OK.  I'm staying for a couple of days at an old log cabin about
fifteen miles that away," he said as he pointed in that general direction.

   "I think I know the place," Mike volunteered.  "It's just over the hill
from where we live, although it's a long way to get there by road.  But, on
our bikes it's only about half an hour away.  You going there now?"

   "Sure am," John confirmed.  "Thought I'd have myself a picnic by the
river."

   "Can we come too?  It's so boring in town!" Mike exclaimed.  "It won't
take us that long on our bikes, although Tommy can be a bit slow
sometimes."

   Tommy playfully punched Mike in the stomach, to which Mike doubled up
with imaginary pain.

   "Sure, you can all come if you want to.  I'll just have to get some more
rolls.  But, don't rush because the sun is very hot and you might disappear
in a pool of sweat."

   The two boys laughed but Tabatha was strangely silent and detached.

   "See ya there!" shouted Mike as he grabbed Tommy's hand and half dragged
him to where their two bikes were on the other side of the main street. 
They shot off in a swirl of dust which masked the excited banter between
them.

   "Well, aren't you going with them?" John asked Tabatha, earnestly hoping
that the answer would be `Yes'.

   "I don't have a bike and I live here in town, so I can't come." She
looked near to tears.

   "What time do you have to be home?" John asked her.

   "It don't make never-no mind.  Nobody's gonna miss me," she answered
dejectedly.

   "Won't your parents worry about you?"

   "Huh!" she intoned.  "My Dad shot through year's ago and me Mam don't
even know I'm here."

   "What does your Mum do?" enquired John.

   "She's in business on her own account," she replied, then added, "Her
business card is in the supermarket window."

   She walked back to the store and pointed to a black business card with a
garish crimson border, which shouted out in gold lettering, `Personal
Escort - Your Satisfaction is my Desire'.  John immediately got the
picture, and was reminded of the barmaid's words when she had said that
nobody got involved with other people's business.

   "Ah well, never mind," teased John.  "It would have been nice.  Well,
best be off.  Don't want to keep the boys waiting." He revelled in her
discomfort, knowing he already had a measure of power over her.

   "Bye bye, Tabatha."

   He turned to walk away, noting Tabatha's crest-fallen demeanour, then
turned back, and said,

   "Of course, I suppose you could come with me in my jeep, but I don't
suppose you'd want to do that!"

   She skipped a few steps, clapped her hands, and told him,

   "That would be awesome, Jim."

   John shuddered at the vernacular.  Being a teacher of English he always
abhorred the use of the popular idiom.  But, somehow, from Tabatha, it
didn't sound so bad.  She was already in flight towards his car when he
shouted for her to return.

   "We have to get more rolls and some more drink.  Can you do that for
me?"

   She nodded excitedly, and he gave her some money and sent her back into
the supermarket.  His fertile and devious mind was now in overdrive and he
had already half configured a plan of action.  But first, he had to gain
her confidence and find out more about her.  It was to be a long, slow
drive back to the cabin.

   She soon re-appeared with the additional groceries and gave him the
receipt and the change.  He could swear that she had refreshed her perfume,
and now noticed a small, purse-like bag about her waist.  His confidence in
the success of the abounding possibilities with this young girl was now
growing.  All he had to do now was work his charm on her.

   She bounded into the passenger seat and turned to secure the seat belt.
This motion caused her skirt to rise slightly and she made no move to
adjust it.  John deliberately stared at the hem of her dress until he was
sure she had noticed his gaze, and then brought his eyes up to stare into
hers.

   When she held his stare, he knew than that he was already half-way home.
All he had to do was to set the grounds rules and establish her sexual
awareness and experience, which he conjectured might not be a lot.  He
drove slowly out of town and maintained a silence until he left the main
highway.

   "So, Tabatha, tell me something about yourself.  Any brothers or
sisters?"

   "No, there's only me and me Mam - and only me sometimes," she opined.

   "Do you like school?" He wanted to establish her age without actually
asking her.

   "Nah!  I don't go all that often, but nobody seems to care.  I wanna
leave but I can't until I'm fifteen."

   "So, not long to go, then," suggested John.

   "If'n you think two years is not long!" she retorted.

   "Wow!" thought John.  "She's only thirteen.  I'd have thought she was
older."

   "Do you have a regular boyfriend?" He thought to move it on a bit.

   "Nah!  No boyfriends.  They're all creeps round here.  Just wanna go
shooting and drinking.  They're all juvenile."

   "So you've never had a boyfriend?"

   "Nah!  Fooled around a little bit, that's all."

   "What does `fooled around' mean?"

   She was silent for a little while, as if deciding what she should tell
him.  She sighed and said,

   "You know!  A kiss in the playground and stuff.  One by tried to feel me
up once, but I slapped his face."

   "Why did you slap his face?"

   "Coz he has spots and I didn't fancy him."

   "If he didn't have spots, would you have let him?"

   "Mighta!"

   "Has there ever been a boy that you would like to have him touch you
up?"

   "Nah!  Not a boy.  There was a fella I fancied but he was married."

   "Why did you fancy him?"

   "Coz he was older and nice and good-looking and he said nice things to
me."

   "But you never let him?"

   "Nah!  He moved away out of town.  Never saw him again."

   "Were you disappointed?"

   "Yeah, in a way.  I wanted to experiment."

   "Do you still think about him and what might have happened?"

   "Yeah!  Especially at night when I'm in bed."

   "What do you do when you think about him?"

   She didn't say anything for a while and John let her have time to think.
She stared ahead for a little while, and then quietly answered,

   "Things!"

   "What things, Tabatha?"

   "Can't say."

   She turned to him and watched him drive for a little while, before
saying,

   "I'm telling you stuff that I've never told anybody before, and I don't
know why."

   "That's because I'm older and nice and I say nice things to you and I'm
good looking."

   They both laughed and she seemed to relax more, sinking deeper into the
seat which made her legs part a little more.  Again, John stared at her
legs and made sure she knew he was looking.  He wondered if anybody had
ever seen her naked.

   "So, what do you do when you think about him, Tabatha?  It's perfectly
natural to touch yourself down there, if you're worried about it.  Do you
play with your pussy?"

   "If that's the same as my cunny - yes, sometimes." She blushed and
turned towards the side window.

   "And, how long do you play with your cunny, Tabitha?"

   Again, John waited for a reply, which was a long time coming.

   "Until I shiver all over," Tabatha replied.

   So, thought John.  She's thirteen years old, is still a virgin,
fantasizes and masturbates to a climax.  And, she likes older men.

   "Has anybody ever watched you play with your cunny, Tabatha?"

   "There was one of me Mam's friends once.  I musta left my bedroom door
open a bit and I was doing it when he walked past.  He watched for a little
while and then he went to the toilet."

   "What did you do?"

   She giggled and put her hand up to her mouth.  She looked directly into
`Jim's' eyes, and said,

   "I got up and went to the door and opened it a little wider.  Then, I
took off my nightie and waited for him to come back."

   "Did he come back?"

   "Yeah!  He sure did."

   "And, what did you do?"

   "I waited until I knew he was watching me, and then I touched my cunny
until I shivered real big."

   "What did you feel afterwards, Tabatha?"

   "I really wanted him to come back and touch me."

   "But he didn't?"

   "Nah!  Mam kept him real busy."

   "So, what did you do?"

   "I did it again and pretended it was him touching me.  Am I a bad girl?"

   John laughed, reached over and patted her leg, and answered,

   "No, Tabatha.  You're not a bad girl.  Everything you've told me is
perfectly natural and I am really pleased you told me.  Tell me, do you
like Mike?"

   "He's OK I suppose, for a boy.  He's kinda handsome, in a funny way.  I
love his hands.  They are so big and powerful.  And his brother's kinda
cute too, but really young.  He keeps looking at me in a strange way. 
Sometimes I think he's older than he is."

   "What do you mean `strange way'?"

   "I dunno.  Maybe he looks at me the same way you do!"

   "And, how do I look at you?" John asked with a smile.

   She returned his smile with a giggle.

   "Much the same way that fella watched me from my bedroom door, I guess."

   "Do you like me looking at you like that, Tabatha?"

   "It's OK!" She was non-committal!

   "Tabatha.  If it was me watching you from your bedroom door, would you
want me to come in and touch you?"

   She thought for quite a long time, and then, turning to look at him, she
simply said,

   "I guess."

   They travelled the next ten minutes in silence.  John was pleased with
the way the conversation was going and he began to firm-up in his mind some
of his ideas he had for that afternoon.  He was now very excited.  Still
staring straight ahead, Tabatha suddenly broke the silence.

   "Would you have?" she asked timidly.

   He watched her closely, and saw her draw in a sudden breath when he
answered,

   "Yes!"

   John decided to leave anymore questions about her sexuality for a while
in order to allow her to relax and be comfortable.  So he continued to talk
to her, but about her school, her absent father, what kind of music she
liked and subjects of similar import.  He noticed she liked to talk and she
seemed to be very self-assured.

   She, too, asked her own questions of him.  Was he married?  No!  Did he
like living alone?  Sometimes!  What did he do?  He told her that he was a
writer.  What type of girls did he like?  Mature and experienced girls! 
(He thought to make her think about that one.)

   One question really threw him because it came amid a barrage of other
questions.  She asked,

   "What's your other name?"

   "Watso......." He coughed and spluttered, and then recovered to say,
"Watts.  Jim Watts.  What's yours?"

   "Benson," she replied and pulled a face.  "Don't like it!"

   "Nothing wrong with Benson!" exclaimed John.  "It's a good, solid name.
Do you have a middle name?"

   "Yeah!" she replied, and turned to look at him as she answered.  "It's
Mature.  Tabatha Mature Benson."

   The both laughed loudly at her joke and John felt well pleased.  He
looked ahead and saw that they were almost home.  It had been an
enlightening journey.  He felt that Tabatha now thought of the two of them
as friends and her trust in him was complete.  That was most important.

   "Here we are," he said, and drove the jeep to a stop in front of the
cabin door.  "Seems the boys have not got here yet!"

   They both got out and Tabatha looked around her.  It was now about
midday and the sun was getting hotter and little beads of perspiration had
formed above her upper lip.  Yet, she still looked completely composed and
fresh-looking.

   "It's nice here," she offered.  "Peaceful and quiet, and kinda
romantic!"

   John ushered her into the cabin and bade her sit down on the large,
three-seater sofa, while he made her a soft drink.  He got some ice out of
the freezer, cut a slice of lemon and found a straw.  He placed the drink
on a small tray and offered it to her, saying, with mock formality,

   "Your drink, Ma'am."

   She giggled and thanked him as she delicately lifted if from the tray
with her two hands.  He asked her if she would excuse him whilst he went to
the bathroom to freshen-up.  She nodded her head, the straw still clutched
between those delightful lips.

   John gathered a few things from his case and repaired to the bathroom,
locking the door behind him.  He ran the water to disguise the preparations
he was about to make.  He had brought in with him two spy video camera pens
which he now set to `record'.  He placed them so that one was facing the
toilet and the other facing the shower.

   They would only run for about one and a half hours, but that should be
long enough to give him an indication as to what Tabatha might do when he
sent her in there.  He knew he had teased her in the car and maybe set her
thoughts in motion.  He wanted to know what she would do in her `private'
moments.

   He turned off the tap, made a few minor adjustments to the cameras, ran
his fingers threw his hair and beard and returned to Tabatha.  He collected
a large, fluffy towel from the cupboard and threw it at her, saying,

   "Go to the bathroom and freshen-up while I get the picnic together!"

   He made it sound like a command rather than a suggestion so that it
would not invoke a negative response.

   "You must feel hot after our ride," he added, kindly.

   He left the double entendre hanging in mid-air, wondering if Tabatha
would see what he meant.  If she did she showed no sign of understanding.
She placed her drink on the coffee table and obediently walked towards the
door `Jim' had just exited, and closed it behind her.

   As soon as she had shut the door, John grabbed two of his video cams and
raced down to the river.  He positioned one in an old tree, aimed it at the
water-wheel, directly in line with where he knew he would place the blanket
and switched on the record button.

   The second one he took into the old shed and pointed it at the other
side of the water wheel, standing it on a shelf in the middle of some old
paint tins.  Again he set it to record, switched on the light and returned
to the cabin.  He estimated that both video cams would run for about five
hours.

   John gathered a large blanket from his bed, found some crockery and
cutlery and put them in a box.  He conjectured what Tabatha might be doing
now, and wished that he could be a fly on the bathroom wall.  Anyway, he
would know soon enough.  His reverie was disturbed by a commotion outside
and he realised that the boys had arrived.  He went out to greet them.

   "Great!  You made it.  Grab those bags out of the jeep and follow me
down to the river."

   Without preamble, both boys did as they were told and followed John
almost to the water's edge.  He threw the blanket on the grass and placed
the box and other stuff on top of it.  There was very little breeze and the
blanket remained where he had put it.

   "I'll go get the drinks and some ice in a minute.  Tabatha's taking a
shower."

   Tommy's head shot up and Mike, too, looked up in surprise.

   "Aw!  That's great!" exclaimed Tommy.  "I didn't know she was coming. 
Great!  Great!"

   "Yeah.  Good stuff." Mike was more reserved with his enthusiasm.  John
decided to push a little bit.

   "You're all good friends, then?"

   Tommy responded immediately, and with unabashed gusto.

   "Yeah.  Real good friends!  She's my best friend," he added.

   So, Tabatha might be correct in her assumptions, John thought.  Maybe
little Tommy does have the hots for her.  If he had guessed Tommy's age
correctly at about eleven or twelve years old, that was certainly old
enough to be sexually aware.  He remembered that he was at that age.

   "She's very pretty," suggested John.

   "She's beautiful," countered Tommy.  "And, she looks great, too."

   John assumed that Tommy would have liked to have said that Tabatha had a
great figure, but didn't know the right words.  But, at least it proved
that he knew where to look and, indeed, had looked.  Mike remained
non-committal and John was still a little unsure of him.  Maybe he wanted
to appear to be the elder and worldlier brother.

   A shout from the cabin distracted the three of them and they saw Tabatha
waving from the doorway.  John beckoned her to come down and join them and
she skipped towards them, her little skirt bouncing up and down her thighs
with the motion.  Tommy just stared.

   "Hey Mike.  Wanna give me a hand with drinks, beers and ice?  They're
still in the cabin."

   Mike nodded in acquiescence and followed `Jim' up the small rise,
meeting Tabatha half-way.  He saw that her hair was wet and guessed she had
taken a shower.  He couldn't prevent the wry smile from invading his lips.

   "We're going to get the drinks.  Wanna stay with Tommy `til we get
back?"

   She nodded, and, just as she was passing, John winked and whispered,

   "Be gentle with him!"

   She smiled coyly and continued skipping to where Tommy lay on his back
on the blanket waiting for her.  John saw that Tabatha stood directly
adjacent to Tommy's head and new that Tommy must have an uninterrupted view
of Tabatha's knickers hidden beneath her skirt.

   "Oh!" thought John.  "She knows what she's doing alright!"

   Mike and John entered the cabin and John got his ice box and began to
pack it with ice, in readiness for the beer and soft drinks.  He turned to
Mike, and asked,

   "Fancy a beer, Mike."

   "Don't mind if I do," replied Mike, with an air of nonchalance which
belied his age.  John needed to get him onside as soon as he could.  He
could be of great help in the execution of his intended plans which should
provide all of them with an unforgettable afternoon if everything went
right.

   He selected a light beer for Mike and chose a full strength beer for
himself.  He twisted the tops off both of them and handed one to Mike.

   "Thanks," he said.  "Cheers!"

   John acknowledged the salutation and they both took a long swig at their
drinks.

   "You don't mind Tabatha being here, Mike," he asked.  "Only you didn't
seem too pleased when you knew I had brought her along."

   "No!  No!" Mike explained.  "I'm glad she's here.  It's just that Tommy
doesn't stop dreaming about her, and he's only a kid."

   The fact that he was only a couple of years younger than Tabatha seemed
to have escaped him!  Or, was there another reason?

   "You don't find her attractive, Mike?"

   "Shit, Yes!" he rejoined.  "But she doesn't want the likes of me. 
Prefers older men - in her dreams, maybe!"

   "Does she come into your dreams, Mike?"

   Mike looked at `Jim' and smiled.  He decided to be straight forward.

   "If you mean do I fantasize about her when I wank, you betcha sweet life
I do!"

   John chuckled at Mike's frankness.  He understood exactly what he meant.

   "Listen up, Mike.  This afternoon I want you to go along with everything
I suggest and we might have ourselves a bit of fun; Tommy and Tabatha
included."

   Mike looked a trifle perplexed, but shrugged his shoulders and told
`Jim',

   "I'm your man!"

   John found a hold-all and packed a few items he thought he might need.
He loaded Mike up with beer and soft drinks and he carried the rest.  With
a conspiratorial wink at Mike, he said,

   "Well, let's go and see what happens?"

   They arrived at the blanket to find Tabatha sitting crossed-legged in
front of Tommy, engaged in deep conversation, which ended abruptly as soon
as they arrived.  Tabatha looked up at `Jim' and Mike and saw that they
were drinking beer.

   "Aw, Jim.  Can I have one of those, please?" she begged.

   "I don't think so, young lady.  Did you ever drink beer before?"

   "I did once," she answered, "And it's Tabatha Mature Benson, if you
don't mind!"

   They both laughed again at their private joke

   "Well, OK.  But, drink it slowly.  Can't have you drunk at the picnic,
M' lady!" He deliberately passed her a full strength beer.

   "What's with this `M' lady' business?" questioned Mike.

   "It's Olde English," explained John.  "Some hundreds of years ago that's
how they addressed each other, according to their rank in life.  I'm sure,
all those years ago, there would have been people just like us sitting in
this very spot, having a picnic by the river."

   "Wow!" said Tommy.  "Can we play pretend?"

   John could not believe how easily Tommy had fallen into his plot.  It
was so perfect, it might have been scripted.

   "We certainly can, Tommy, if you all want to." There was a vigorous
nodding of head from all three.

   "And, we have the perfect place here for it.  The log cabin is very old,
as is this old shed.  They would have witnessed many sights over the
years."

   "What's that old wheel for, Jim?" asked Mike.  John reflected to himself
that there was, indeed, a God!

   "It's not just an ordinary wheel," he explained.  "Its real name is a
Punishment Wheel, but I guess it hasn't been used for a long time."

   "What's a Punishment Wheel?" asked Tabatha, timidly; completely unaware
that `Jim' had noticed that her breathing had become more rapid.

   "Well, let me explain.  In those days there were no Courts as such, so
justice was delivered according to custom.  If a girl was found guilty of
wrong-doing she would be sent to the wheel."

   "What kind of wrong-doing?" breathed Tabatha?

   "Could be almost anything," answered John, and then added.  "It was
mostly for peasant girls, and if they displeased their Lord and Master in
any way, they would be punished.  Maybe even for something as simple as
spilling his drink!"

   "And, what would they do to her?" Again, Tabatha seemed mesmerised by
the tableau now presented to her.

   "She would be brought here and strapped to the paddles of the wheel. 
Then, according to the severity of her crime, or upon the whim of her Lord
and Master, the wheel would be turned so that she would be immersed in
water underneath the wheel for a short time."

   There was silence while all three considered what `Jim' had told them.

   "Awesome!" exclaimed Tommy.  "If we're going to play pretend, I wanna be
Lord and Master!"

   "OK, Lord Tommy.  What about you, Mike?"

   "Dunno," he said.

   "OK.  I dub thee, Prince Michael.  I'll be Sir Jim, Keeper of the King's
Wheel.  What about you, Tabatha.  Who will you be?"

   She thought for a while, then pulled at her mohair blouse, and said,

   "Guess I'm already made up to be a peasant girl."

   John smiled inwardly.  Was she secretly putting herself into the
position he had intended for her?

   "OK.  Tabatha - you are the serving wench.  Prince Michael, you are in
charge of the Lord's Table.  Always make sure we have a drink next to us.
Lord Tommy put the peasant girl to work.  Have her bring us food."

   Tommy rose to the occasion.  Fixing Tabatha with a steely stare, he
ordered,

   "Fetch us food, peasant girl, and be quick or it's the Punishment Wheel
for you!"

   Tabatha quickly buttered some rolls and filled them with slices of ham
and some seeded mustard from a jar she had found on the blanket.  John
noticed she had finished her beer and quietly opened another and replaced
the empty one.

   Mike opened a beer for the two of them and a can of lemonade for Mike.
Tabatha sat immediately opposite `Jim' with her knees up and slightly
apart. As she lifted the beer to her lips, she engaged `Jim's' stare and
opened her knees a little more.

   John could see that her panties were white with little red cupids
imprinted over the surface.  There was the hint of a bulge where her pussy
would be and John thought that he could see a few wisps of black hair
peeking their way out from the material.  He was captivated by the sight.

   "Wench!  Bring me another roll."

   John saw her jump as he shouted his command.  She obediently got to her
feet and John could see that she was a little unstable.  She giggled and
put her hand to her mouth in an effort to suppress a hic-cup escaping from
her lips.

   "OK, Oh Weeper of the Wing's Keel"

   The unintended Spoonerism wreaked spasms of laughter from her, which
infectiously caused the others to join in.  She clumsily buttered another
ham and mustard roll and passed it to `Jim' on a plate.

   "Thank thee, Oh fair damsel.  Ye Gods, but you are a comely wench. 
Little dost thou know that you will soon be plundered!"

   Nobody had a clue what he had said, but it sounded good.  He continued.

   "Verily, Lord Tommy, but the clime has indeed heated of late.  Soon we
must divest yon lass of her apparel so that thou mayest view her unadorned
form with licentiousness and mayhap satisfy your latent urges."

   They all laughed at his strange speech but still had no idea what he was
saying.  He saw that Tabatha had almost consumed the whole of the second
beer and he thought that would be enough to produce the desired effect. 
Tommy, flexing his metaphoric muscles, aimed another order at Tabatha.

   "Another drink.  Quickly, peasant girl!"

   Tabatha slowly got to her feet and held onto Mike's shoulder for
support. She was decidedly tottery and was still giggling.  She moved to
get Tommy his drink, but stumbled and fell against `Jim', knocking the
plate out of his hand which sent his ham roll flying to the floor.

   "That's it!" shouted Mike.  "Lord Tommy, send her to the Punishment
Wheel!"

   Tommy thought that this was the most fun he had experienced in ages, and
was quick to comply.

   "Peasant girl Tabs.  You will be punished on the Punishment Wheel."

   Tabatha squealed and tried to get up, but her legs didn't seem to carry
her weight anymore.  She fell over on her back and dissolved in helpless
laughter.  The two boys looked to `Jim' for direction, not knowing what to
do next.  John took control.  Gathering his bag under one arm, he shouted
to the boys,

   "Grab a leg each, Gentlemen, and I'll take her arms."

   They jumped to follow his instructions, and Tabatha, still giggling, was
lifted and spread-eagled.  Wriggling, she was taken down to the wheel.  Her
head lolled backwards, which served to accentuate her breasts, and John
still wondered whether she was wearing a bra or not.  He would soon know!

   Her skirt had now risen well above her waist and Tommy, holding a leg,
was walking backwards so he could look at the juncture between her legs. 
As he walked, he slowly increased the distance between he and his brother,
until Tabatha's legs were spread as wide as they could possibly go.

   Tabatha was probably aware of what was happening but, believing it to be
just a game, went along with the plot.  But, she knew Tommy was staring at
where her cunny was and wondered how much he could see of her.  She felt
strangely excited and very light-headed.

   "How did they used to do it?" asked Mike.

   "Just follow me," answered `Jim', as he began to wade into the river. 
The water was about three feet deep and John knew he would have to act
fast. Tabatha was still giggling and believed it was a great joke.  The two
boys were now about to enter the water, so he changed his grip on Tabatha
and held her under her arms.

   The water-wheel was about seven feet in diameter and three feet wide. 
The paddles projected out about nine inches and they were two feet apart.
John hoisted Tabatha up onto the first paddle near the water-line which was
almost parallel with the river.

   "There, peasant girl.  That wasn't so bad, was it?  Now you can be part
of history."

   She just stood there and continued giggling while John reached into his
bag and retrieved a couple of large cable-ties which he deftly attached to
each ankle and then to the sides of the wheel.  By the time she realised
what was happening both ankles were secured and two feet apart.

   "Jim, I can't move my feet," she wailed.

   "That's OK, peasant girl.  It's all part of the Punishment.  How does it
feel?" he asked.

   "Kinda strange!" she giggled.

   The two boys looked on in awe.  They just moved back to the river bank,
sat down and watched Tabatha.

   "Tabatha, were nearly done.  Just raise you right arm above your head
for a minute."

   She obeyed and he quickly secured her wrist with another cable tie.  The
other arm was easy to fasten as John just raised it into position.  And the
job was done.  He move back to join the boys and examine his handiwork.

   The arc of the wheel bent Tabatha backwards so that her hips and pelvis
were thrust outwards.  Her arms, being securely bound above her head,
caused her breasts to jut out and her little mohair blouse to rise up to
her midriff, exposing her cute belly-button.  Tabatha turned her head to
look at them.

   "Well.  What do you think, Lord Tommy and Prince Michael?"

   Mike just swallowed hard and Tommy just said,

   "Wow!"

   "Can I come down now?" asked Tabatha with a slight tremor in her voice.

   "That's up to your Lord and Master.  Nothing to do with me," `Jim'
answered.  They were only about four feet away and Tabatha could hear
everything they said.

   "Are we doing it the same way as they did, back in those days?" Mike
asked.

   "More or less," answered `Jim', "But with two slight differences. 
Firstly, all the men from the village would come to witness the Punishment
and to ensure everything was performed according to custom."

   "What was the second thing?" asked Tommy, innocently.

   John got up and waded back into the water and stood in front of Tabatha.
He beckoned the boys to come closer.  Looking directly into Tabatha's eyes,
he said,

   "The second thing was that all the peasant girls were stripped naked!"

   Nobody spoke.  Tabatha, reality slowly dawning on her, shook her head.
Surely they wouldn't take all her clothes off!  John broke the silence.

   "Of course, it's up to the Lord and Master if he really wants this to be
authentic.  It would be a shame not to, though, if only for the sake of
history!"

   Tommy followed his lead, although he only whispered in a hoarse voice,

   "I wanna see Tabs naked!"

   "Your Lord and Master has spoken, Tabatha.  Come help me, men."

   The two boys waded into the water and joined `Jim', the river water
swirling about them.

   "First the shoes and socks." He allowed the boys to remove both items
which they threw onto the river bank.  The boys wondered how they were
going reach the higher garments when Tommy suddenly clambered onto the
wheel.

   "Whoa!" exclaimed John.  "There's a better way.  Move back to the bank
and wait for me."

   He disappeared inside the old shed and slowly threw the lever that
operated the brake.  The passage of water under the wheel was very slow and
he was able to hold the wheel with his free hand.  He let it travel two
paddles until Tabatha's feet were under water and the river lapped at the
bottom of her skirt.  He re-applied the brake and joined the boys.

   Tabatha was now at an angle and looked like the figure-head of some
majestic ship.  Even now, she looked like every boy's wet dream.  He walked
over to Tabatha and bent to whisper in her ear.

   "This is all for you, Tabatha Mature Benson.  Trust me and enjoy every
moment.  You will play with your cunny many times in the future just
remembering today.  In a few moments, I'm going to show your naked breasts
to Mike and Tommy.

   You were right about Tommy.  Even at his tender age, he loves you.  And
Mike admitted to me that he plays with himself just thinking about you. 
I'm about to make their dreams come true, and maybe yours too."

   He nibbled her ear and she shivered.  She looked at `Jim' but said
nothing.  John called the boys over and they stood beside him.

   "Lord Tommy.  Have you ever seen the breasts of a pretty, young girl?"

   "No!" Again, the reply was only whispered.

   "Would you like to?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you want to see Tabatha's pretty breasts?"

   "Yes."

   "Can you imagine what they will look like?"

   "No."

   "Do you want to touch them?"

   "Yes."

   "Come and stand by me."

   Tommy did as he was instructed and looked up at Tabatha.  `Jim' spoke to
him again.

   "Lord Tommy.  I'm not sure if Tabatha is wearing a bra.  Will you ask
her?" Tommy, once more in a whisper, asked,

   "Tabs.  You wearing a bra?"

   Tabatha just shook her head.  Her mind was in a whirl.  She was a little
frightened but also a little aroused.

   "Better make sure, Tommy."

   John now dropped all pretence of the game they were playing before. 
This was a different game with an altogether different conclusion.  He took
Tommy's hand and placed it over Tabatha's right breast, holding it in place
with his own hand.

   "Can you feel it, Tommy?"

   "Yes."

   "What does it feel like?"

   "Kinda rubbery."

   John placed Tommy's hand over Tabatha's left breast.

   "What about this one?  Feel the same?"

   "Yeah."

   John let go of Tommy's hand and moved his own back to the other breast.
He marvelled at the firmness of it.

   "Do you feel something on the end Tommy?  Sort of harder?  That's
Tabatha's nipple, Tommy, and the more you touch it the harder it gets.  In
a moment, I'm going to let you look at them and get you to kiss them."

   The breathing of both Tabatha and Tommy had become ragged.  Nobody had
ever touched Tabatha's breast and nipples before, except in her dreams, and
she felt her cunny twitch.

   "Just stand there a minute, Tommy.  Mike, get over here.  Tabatha told
me that one of the things she noticed about you was your powerful hands."
He half whispered to Tabatha.

   "You want Mike to feel your titties?  I know he wants to."

   She surprised `Jim' with a simple,

   "Yes."

   He reached into his pocket and drew out a pair of scissors which he
handed to Mike.

   "Show us Tabatha's titties, please Mike."

   Mike moved forward and inserted the blade of the scissors at the right
shoulder strap.  He snipped and the material parted.  He did the same with
the left shoulder strap, and then moved the scissors to where the little
blouse sat just above Tabatha's belly button.  He snipped upwards between
her breasts until the garment sat there in three pieces.

   He handed the scissors back to `Jim' and turned back to Tabatha.  He
took hold of the bottom of the ruined blouse and with a sudden jerk,
completely ripped it off her.  The motion caused her little breasts to
jiggle up and down until gravity stilled them.  Even John was amazed at
their beauty.

   They were perfectly conical and firm and her puffy little nipples seemed
to be contoured to her breasts.  John saw that Tabatha was looking intently
at Tommy, who stood with his mouth agape.  Meanwhile, Mike had both her
breasts in each hand and was kneading then vigorously.  He rolled her
nipples between thumb and index finger which brought a gasp from Tabatha's
lips.

   Unable to help himself, Mike bent forward and kissed her deeply,
thrusting his tongue to intertwine with hers.  Tabatha now felt incredibly
horny and felt that familiar tingling between her legs.  She chewed on
Mikes bottom lip and Mike's erection grew painfully in his jeans.

   "Now, Tommy, it's your turn."

   Mike stood back and watched as Tommy's little hands replaced his on
Tabatha's breasts.  Tommy's touch was much softer and Tabatha felt
incredibly horny as her breasts were caressed.  Tommy experimented with a
nipple, pulling it out and watching it as it bounced back.  Each time he
pulled a little further until he heard a small groan escape from Tabatha's
lips.

   Tommy thought he was hurting her but Mark, who had been closely watching
her face, knew it to be a groan of pleasure.  He told Tommy to continue
what he was doing and as he once more pulled Tabatha's nipple as far as he
could, Mark bent forward, grabbed a fistful of Tabitha's hair, forced her
head upwards, and kissed her deeply, smothering another moan emitting from
Tabatha's lips.

   Tabatha returned his kiss with a passion; her tongue dancing in Mike's
mouth.  The more Tommy pulled her titties, the more passionate were
Tabatha's kisses.  Mike reached down and felt for the nipple of her other
breast and, finding it, dug his fingers around it and pulled it out and
upwards.  Tabatha's moaning was now more pronounced and her hips began to
gyrate.

   John, who had been watching this from the river bank, thought that he
had never seen anything so erotic.  Here was a pretty thirteen year old
girl, strapped to a wheel and having her naked breasts fondled by a young
lad and a pre-teen little boy and enjoying every moment.

   He noticed her hips move when Mike kissed her and when they were both
abusing her breasts.  He realised that she was turned on by pain and by
having her body abused by more than one pair of hands.  He waded back into
the river and told the two boys it was time to move on and to go and watch
from the river bank.

   He faced Tabatha and noticed that her titties were now reddened and that
her nipples were very erect.  As he bent to whisper in her ear, his hands
grazed her nipples like a feather; teasing and tantalising.  He asked her,
in an almost inaudible whisper,

   "Did you enjoy that, Tabatha?"

   She didn't answer him, possibly because she hadn't heard him.  John
stood back a little, and then, with the flat of his right hand, slapped her
left breast hard enough that the sound echoed down the river.  Her head
shot up and she looked deeply into `Jim's' eyes, her lips parted.

   "I asked you a question, Tabatha!"

   He then delivered a similar slap to her right breast, which sent both
breasts swinging in unison.  She groaned again and she thrust her pelvis
outwards, almost in invitation.

   "I said, did you enjoy that, Tabatha?"

   "Yes," she moaned.

   "What did you enjoy, Tabatha?"

   "I liked Mike and Tommy playing with my titties and Mike kissing me,'
she gasped.

   "Don't you think you'd better thank them, then?" he asked.

   She looked over to where Mike and Tommy were standing and tried to form
some words.  John decided to encourage her.  He slapped her breasts with
both hands, one after the other, maybe about a dozen times, before she
screamed out,

   "Thank you Mike and Tommy for playing with my titties."

   "That's a good girl, Tabatha."

   John now left her there and went back inside the shed.  He released the
brake and shifted the wheel back one paddle.  He could see through the
wheel that Tabatha's body was now raised sufficiently to allow further
exploration of her body by the boys.  He returned and stood in front of
Tabatha.

   He was about to reach into his pocket for the scissors, when he noticed
that Tabatha's mini-skirt had a zipper on the side which ran the full
length from the waistband to the hem.  This pleased him greatly because,
although he could give her one of his shirts to go home with, a skirt posed
a bit of a problem.  He turned to Tommy.

   "Tommy.  You've already seen Tabatha's knickers today, haven't you?  I
know Tabatha let you have a long look when she stood next to you."

   "Yes."

   "What colour were they?"

   "White and red."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes."

   "Both of you come here and we'll just see if Tommy's correct."

   The two boys got as close as they could, torn between looking at
Tabatha's skirt and her exposed breasts.  John, again looking at Tabatha's
brilliantly blue eyes, slowly ran both his hands up the outside of her legs
and then curved to her back where he gently held the two globes of her
bottom.

   "Do you want to show us your pretty little panties, Tabatha?"

   Again, she was a little reticent in answering, and John suddenly
withdrew his hands from beneath her skirt and smacked both breast really
hard.  Tabatha's eyes widened in pain, and she shouted,

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

   In a flash John grabbed the zipper and dragged it downwards, separating
the skirt.  He hadn't notice the small button at the top of the zipper and
when he felt some resistance, he just ripped the skirt from her body.  He
could always replace a button.  He threw the skirt onto the river bank.

   She looked absolutely sensual.  Her black hair swept in a tangled weave
above her shoulders and her breasts were thrust forward, as was her hips.
John noticed a slight damp patch at the crotch of her panties.  He called
Tommy over.

   "Tommy.  See that little patch of wet on Tabatha's knickers, just here?"

   He pushed his finger forward and rubbed just above the spot he had
mentioned, causing a sharp intake of breath from Tabatha.

   "Well, you and Mike caused that when you played with her breasts.  She
liked it so much that she leaked a little love juice.  She also leaked some
when I slapped her like this."

   John beat a tattoo on Tabatha's titties and this time he slapped her
harder than before.  Both boys stared in amazement.  They watched as the
damp patch slowly got darker.

   "What's love juice?" asked Tommy.

   "It's what happens to girls when their private parts are played with. 
They get all excited and their pussies become wet.  Have you ever seen a
little girl's pussy, Tommy?"

   "No."

   "Do you want to see Tabatha's pussy"?

   "Yes."

   "You will have to help me, then.  Come over here and take these scissors
and cut just here."

   He pointed to the flimsy piece of material at the waistband of Tabatha's
left leg.  Tommy inserted the scissors blade and easily cut through the
elastic.  `Jim' directed him to do the same with the other side.  When he
had finished, he handed the scissors back to `Jim'.  Only the perspiration
from Tabatha's skin now kept the remnants of her panties in place.

   Tabatha was unable to see Tommy cut her knickers because she was arched
back against the wheel, but she felt the cold steel of the blade against
her skin and felt the knickers loosen as Tommy cut through each leg.  She
knew that she was not yet exposed to them but, in a few moments, she would
be totally naked and vulnerable to Jim and the two boys.

   The thought of this made her breathing quicken and she felt her cunny
moisten even more.  All the times she had played with herself before in the
privacy of her bedroom had not prepared her for what she was feeling now.
Not even when she had allowed the man to watch her masturbate.

   John again moved in front of her and put his face very close to hers.

   "Do you want us to see your little cunny, Tabatha?"

   This time she was quick to answer because here titties felt very sore
and she didn't want Jim to slap them again; not now, anyway.

   "Yes."

   "How will we be able to do that?" `Jim' asked her.

   "My panties have to come off," she whispered.

   "And, who shall make them come off, Tabatha?"

   "Tommy."

   "Well, I suppose you'd better ask him Tabatha.  Maybe he doesn't want
to."

   She looked from `Jim' to Mike, but of course, she couldn't see little
Tommy.  This was the moment she knew had been coming.  And, she wanted it
done quickly.  She wanted to be naked in front of them.  She wanted them to
look at her titties and her cunny and to feel their hands on her body.

   "Please, Tommy.  Take away my panties."

   `Jim' nodded to Tommy who stretched up and took hold of the fabric and
pulled sharply.  What was left of her panties easily came away from her
body.  Tommy, his eyes glued to the spot where her panties had been, held
the material up to `Jim' who, after lifting them to his face to sample the
sexual aroma of this beautiful young girl, threw them into the river.

   He watched as they drifted away, confident in the fact that she would
have no need of them again that day.  He turned back to Tabatha and drew
his breath in sharply.  He couldn't believe how sexy she looked.  Her pubic
hair was as dark as the hairs on her head, but finer.  Her vaginal lips
were swollen and pronounced, and even from this distance he could see the
head of her clitoris.

   Both boys were mesmerised but had made no move to touch Tabatha until
directed by John.  Tabatha could see both `Jim' and Mike looking at her,
but could only imagine Tommy's gaze, his face only inches away from her
gaping cunny.  Mike took Tommy's hand, and said,

   "Awesome, eh, Tommy?"

   Tommy just nodded, not able to say a word.  `Jim' took his hand and
showed him how to stroke Tabatha's pubic hair.  `Jim' let go and Tommy
continued stroking her by himself.  Moving up to her ear, `Jim' whispered
to Tabatha,

   "That's Tommy stroking you now.  I'm going to move his hand down to your
cunny and the fingers you feel will be his.  I'm going to let him play with
you until you `shiver real big.' Do you want that?" he asked.

   "Oh yes!  I'm ready to shiver now.  Jim, what's the proper word?"

   "Cum," answered `Jim'.  "Tommy will play with you until we all watch you
cum."

   Tabatha moistened her lips and John moved away.  He took Tommy's hand,
which was still stoking her, and put his fingers on to Tabatha's outer
lips.

   "Play with these for a little while, Tommy.  You're going to make
Tabatha feel very happy."

   Tommy rubbed her two lips together and Tabatha moaned.  He continued for
a few moments until `Jim' mover his hand to the button of Tabatha's
clitoris, which had emerged even further from under its hood.

   "Rub here Tommy, very gently."

   He looked again at Tabatha who had closed her eyes and had now started
to move her hips in a rhythmic circle.  Little moans and gasps bubbled from
her lips, which she constantly licked.  She was now in a world of her own
and was very close to climax, thought John.

   He looked up at Mike who was watching Tommy's fingers busy with
Tabatha's pussy.

   "Go round the other side Mike.  Let's give Tabatha a real treat."

   He saw that Tabatha had opened her eyes and was listening to every word
he said.  He began to direct Mike.

   "Mike.  I want you to take Tabatha's pussy lips between the fingers of
both hands and pull them outwards."

   Mike gently took a pussy lip between each finger and thumb and eased
them apart.  He marvelled at the texture of them and was surprised to find
them hot and moist.  He didn't want to admit it, but this was the first
pussy he had ever seen too.

   Both boys were now able to see the pinkness of Tabatha's virgin pussy
and were acutely aware of the sexual aroma pervading their noses.  Now
`Jim' instructed Tommy.

   "Tommy.  I want you to bend your middle finger into a crook and slowly
put it here."

   He took Tommy's finger and guided it towards Tabatha's moist opening. 
Mike moved her pussy lips even further apart and now Tommy could see where
he was aiming.  When his finger tip was in the correct place, `Jim'
shouted,

   "Push it in Tommy.  Push it in all the way!"

   Tommy's finger disappeared into Tabatha's slit until it could go no
further and he began to wiggle it.  Tabatha screamed and thrust her hips in
and out so vigorously that Tommy's finger almost came out.  John knew that
Tabatha was close to a climax and wanted to make it momentous.

   "Tommy.  In and out now!  Fast!  Like this.  And don't stop."

   He motioned with his middle finger with a piston-like action.  Tommy,
with total concentration, did as `Jim' had told him.  Tabatha was now
moaning constantly in unabashed passion.  `Jim' took hold of Mike's thumb
and placed it on Tabatha's clitoris.

   "Rub her here, Mike, and don't stop `til she cums."

   Tabatha's body was now a blur of motion.  Her hips thrust in and out to
meet Tommy's finger and her titties jiggled with the motion.  She tried to
thrust her shoulders and feet hard against the wooden wheel to throw her
cunny even further forward to the boy's fingers.

   Her breathing was now very ragged and her lips had formed an `O' as the
breath was expelled from her body.  `Jim' reached his arm behind her back
and moved his hand down to the curve of her bottom.  As he did so, he
shouted to Tommy,

   "Faster, Tommy!  Faster!  Fuck the little girl with your finger!"

   Tommy's finger became a blur as he pistoned it in and out of her pussy.
Without being told, Mike bent down and licked Tabatha's clitoris, finally
taking it between his lips and sucking it.  `Jim's' hand had found the
curve of Tabatha's delightful bottom and had separated her two cheeks. 
`Jim' whispered in her ear.

   "Cum, my little beauty.  Cum.  We are all watching you."

   Tabatha froze for a second, her hips thrust forward, and a guttural
groan began to erupt from the very depths of her.

   "I'm cumming Jim.  Oh God!  I'm cumming."

   Just as Tabatha started bucking, her whole body in torment, `Jim's'
finger found her anus.  Tabatha's eyes shot open.  She held her breath once
more as `Jim' worked his finger into her, and then she erupted.  She
shouted out one name as the climax took hold of her.

   "Jimmmmmmmmmm."

   But now `Jim's' lips had found hers and he kissed her and kissed her
through her climax.  She chewed his lip until it bled, but John was
oblivious to the pain.  He was so aroused by what he had created that he
was consumed by the spectacle of it all.  He kissed her deeply, while his
other hand found her breast.  He pinched her nipple fiercely.

   She was hit by a final spasm and her whole body shook from her hands to
her feet.  As John leaned back to observe her, he realised what she meant
when she had said that she shivered real big.  Tommy's hand shot out of her
pussy when it became drenched with her ejaculate and he watched fascinated
as her love juice spurted out of her.  Mike, too, just stood back and
watched her.

   Finally, her orgasm subsided and she hung limply in her bindings.  Her
legs barely held her weight and her head lolled against her shoulder.  She
looked so sexually vulnerable that John thought that, had there been a
hundred men watching, every man would have formed a line for their turn to
ravage her.  And now, she could be his.

   He saw that she was in some discomfort so he went back into the shed and
once more released the brake.  He manoeuvred the wheel so that Tabatha now
lay on her back on the top, near the roof.  The boys looked on in
disappointment as they watched her pussy slowly disappear from their view.

   John applied the brake and went outside to join the boys, leaving
Tabatha semi-comatose on the top of the wheel.  It was a little cooler now
although the sun was still hot.  He looked at his watch and saw that it was
still only a little after three o'clock.  Time to send the boys home.

   "How was that, boys?" he asked.

   Answers of "Cool" and "Awesome." escaped from the boys lips.  John
smiled.  Still the same boys despite their recent education!

   "You don't breathe a word of this to anyone," `Jim' cautioned.  "That
is, if you want to play with Tabatha some more another time.  And, you
don't come back here again unless I tell you to.  This is our little
secret. Deal?"

   He extended his hand to them which they both solemnly shook in turn.  He
was sure they would say nothing to anybody else as they could share their
secret between themselves.  And, John guessed, it would be their main topic
of conversation for a long, long time.

   "OK.  I know where to find you when I want you to come again.  I think
Tabatha may want to see you again too.  Maybe next time she will see even
more of you!  You've seen all of her," he added with a laugh.  He watched
them as they ran up the hill, gather their bikes and disappear out of
sight.

   He cracked open another beer and went to check on Tabatha.  She was
still sleeping on top of the wheel but he saw her juices trickling down
from between her legs.  He went over to check one of the video cameras and
saw that it still had at least another hour and a half to run.

   He re-wound the one in the shed and set it back to record once more. 
There was nothing on it yet but he thought there might be soon.  Checking
on Tabatha once more, he raced back to the cabin, grabbed his lap top and
the two spy pens from the bathroom and returned to the blanket.

   Making sure that Tabatha was still oblivious to her surroundings, he
started his lap top and inserted one of the spy cams into a USB socket.  He
hit `Play' and the screen sprang to life.  First it showed him making the
final adjustments.  Then, as he had moved away, it showed a clear view of
the toilet bowl.

   The audio picked up the sound of the door opening and Tabatha walked
past and immediately sat on the toilet seat.  She slowly looked around the
bathroom, finally looking up at the shower.  She bent down and unlaced her
shoes which she removed, followed by her socks.

   She loosened the little bag around her waist and dropped it to the
floor. Then she shuffled out of her skirt instead of unzipping it and put
it on top of her shoes and socks.  She sat back once more onto the toilet
seat folded her arms and took off her mohair blouse.  John was quite
surprised.

   "Damn it all!  She was wearing a bra, too."

   He watched as her hands snaked behind her back and her wondrous breasts
sprang into view as the wispy little bra fell to the floor.  She bent to
pick it up and stuffed it inside her bag which she again dropped to the
floor.  She stood up, and inched her panties down her legs until they too
joined the rest of her clothes.  She sat back on the toilet seat completely
naked.

   She raised her arms and fluffed up her hair, finally holding it up at
the back with one hand as if in a bun.  Her other hand travelled down to
her breast which she squeezed quite vigorously.  She then grabbed her
nipple and pulled on it hard.  A little moan whispered from her lips.

   Suddenly she got up and moved out of sight, but returned moments later
with what John realised was his after-shave.  She sat back on the toilet
seat and undid the top of the bottle.  Putting the bottle to her nose, her
hand returned to her breast and she started pulling her nipple once more.

   After several minutes, she tipped some of the after-shave onto the
fingers of her right hand and put the bottle on the floor.  She shuffled
her bottom to the edge of the seat and spread her legs.  She then began to
stroke her pussy with the fingers soaked in `Jim's' after-shave.

   John watched with growing arousal.  Her fingers rubbed her pussy lips
while her thumb manipulated her clitoris.  Her legs began to jiggle up and
down as her fingers rubbed faster.  Suddenly, she thrust two fingers into
her and began to finger-fuck herself rapidly.

   John watched her face for signs that she was about to cum, but she
suddenly stopped, got up and moved out of view.  The audio picked up the
sounds of the shower being run, so John set the spy cam to fast-forward. 
The last scenes were of Tabatha, still naked but wet, stuffing her bag
behind the toilet cistern.

   "So, that's what she did with it!" he murmured to himself.

   He quickly replaced the first spy cam with the second one and inserted
it in the USB socket once more.  He went through the preliminaries and
fast-forwarded it to where Tabatha walked over to the shower.  He watched
as the water hit her body and, finding the soap, she began to lather her
body.

   She spent a long time on her breasts and even longer on her pussy.  This
time she used her left hand and brought her right hand to her nose sniffing
`Jim's' after-shave.  She arched her back against the wall, again thrusting
her hips outwards as if already on the wheel.  She inserted two fingers
into her pussy once more and began to pump.

   As her finger thrust inwards, so her hips moved outwards to meet them.
The water sprayed onto her breasts as she played with herself and John
could see both nipples were firm and erect.  He wondered if he was to see
her climax by her own hand.

   Slowly her shoulders began to slide down the wall until she was sitting
on her heels and her legs splayed open to their full extent and her bottom
moved up and down on the floor of the shower.  The jet of water from the
shower now played directly on to her pussy.

   She withdrew her fingers and pulled her pussy lips apart as the water
streamed into her.  Then she slumped forward and her legs stretched out in
front of her and it was over.  John knew she hadn't cum and wondered if she
was saving herself for later.  Could she have had some inkling of what was
going to happen to her?

   John heard her stirring on top of the wheel and realised she was waking
up.  He finished his beer and moved into the old shed.

   "Tabatha.  Are you OK?" he asked?

   She gave some muffled but inaudible reply, so John said,

   "Hang on.  I'll bring you down."

   He threw the lever and turned the wheel to its original position so that
Tabatha was again standing.  He went outside to her and saw that she was
still sleepy.  The dying rays of the sun played on her naked body and John
was again instantly aroused.  He went up to her and her head was lolling
onto her shoulders.  He whispered into her ear,

   "Have fun today, Tabatha?"

   She opened her eyes and said nothing.  Remembering what she liked, he
grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head upright.

   "I said did you have fun today, Tabatha?"

   Still she said nothing and John wondered if she was playing with him. 
Still holding her head by her hair, he slapped her breasts several times
then, looking into her eyes, he slapped her once across the face.

   "I said did you have fun today, Tabatha?" He almost shouted at her.

   "Yes.  Yes, it was great," she final answered.  "But my titties and
cunny is sore."

   "Well, let me try to make them better," he said.

   He kissed her lips tenderly and then moved his lips to her breasts.  He
kissed one nipple then the other.  Then he moved back to her face, kissed
her eyes and her nose and as he moved back to her lips, his hand travelled
downwards until it found her pussy.

   He gently stroked it and searched for her opening.  Finding it, he
slowly inserted a finger and she breathed a moan into his mouth.  Her pussy
was, again, wet and hot.

   "My God!" he exclaimed.  "You're still horny.  Do you want me to make
you come again?"

   She didn't answer him yet again and then he realised what had made her
so horny.  He put his left and behind her bottom and thrust her pussy out
even more.  Then, in time with his original question, he smacked her pussy
hard with his right hand.

   "Do" - smack - "you" - smack - "want" - smack- "me" - smack - "to" -
smack - "make" - smack - "you" - smack - "come" - smack - "again?" - smack.


   "Yes, Jim!  Please, Jim!  Now, Jim!  Please, Jim!"

   "When I ask you a question, Tabatha, you will answer me straight away,
or I will punish you.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes."

   John was relishing his new role.  He had never experienced this before
and he was now flexing his muscles.  Tabatha obviously got off on being
dominated, and he wondered if maybe she had seen her mother in similar
circumstances.

   He didn't normally believe in hitting women but he considered this as
part of a sexual game, which somehow made it acceptable.  And he was
certainly enjoying administering chastisement, even more so because the
recipient enjoyed it too.

   He started to kiss her once more and resumed his attentions to her
pussy. As he thrust two of his fingers into her she gasped again and he
commenced a rhythm that he thought would build her climax.  He kneaded her
breasts roughly with his other hand and his fingers increased their dance
inside her pussy.

   Her arousal didn't seem to be building so he suddenly hooked his fingers
and forced her bottom away from the wheel by pulling on her pussy.  She
gasped and bit his lip hard.  He cried out in pain and pulled away from
her.

   "You little bitch!" he cried, tasting the blood on his lip.  Then he
slapped her face, hard.

   "Now I'll make you bloody sorry," he shouted.

   He went into the shed and released the brake.  He pulled hard onto the
wheel and watched it slowly turn.  Tabatha's legs were now under water,
then her thighs and then her pussy.  As the wheel slowly turned her breast
became immersed, then her shoulders.

   "Jim," she cried out.  "I'm sorry.  Really I am!"

   The last two words came out as a bubble as her head disappeared under
the water.  John kept the wheel turning as he watched her legs appear,
followed by the rest of her body.  Her head suddenly broke the water and
she was coughing and spitting out river water.  She now hung upside down
but her breasts hardly seemed to change their shape.

   "So!  You like to bite me, do you?"

   She shook her head, unable to speak.  He slapped her face once more then
moved back to the wheel.  He slowly pulled it in the opposite direction and
watched as Tabatha, this time face first, disappeared under the water. 
When she was upright on the other side, he left the brake off and went back
outside.

   Tabatha was again spitting out the river water which was also cascading
from her naked body.  A piece of fern had attached itself to her and ran
from her left shoulder to her right hip.

   "Still want to bite me, Tabatha?"

   Before she could even try to answer him, he slapped both her breasts
hard, about a dozen times.  As she whimpered, he grabbed the water wheel
and began to propel it backwards into the shed.  As it turned by its own
momentum he watched as her body disappeared once more into the water.

   He ran back into the shed and saw her legs appear.  He slowed the wheel
down until her pussy was fully exposed to him but with her head still under
the water.  Then, he slapped her vagina hard three or four times before
pulling the wheel to bring her up.

   Her body was racked with coughing as the water spouted from her mouth
and nose.  Her eyes blinked rapidly in an effort to dispel the slimy water
and her breasts heaved with her laboured breathing.  John applied the brake
when her head was about four feet from the floor.

   As she slowly recovered from her ordeal, John looked over his shoulder
to ensure the video camera was correctly placed.  She looked at him from
her up-side-down position, still coughing occasionally, as he began to take
off his clothes.

   When he finally removed his briefs, his cock sprang up with a full
erection and Tabatha's eyes were glued to it.  He moved towards her,
stroking his shaft, already feeling his semen yelling for release.  He
rested the sac of his balls on Tabatha's chin as he pumped his cock.

   Then, pinching her nose until she was forced to open her mouth, he put
the tip of his member against her tongue.  Then he pushed it fully into her
mouth.  Instinctively, Tabatha began to suck and John knew that he would
quickly cum.  He had been so horny all afternoon.

   His mouth was at the same level as Tabatha's pussy and he now gently
licked her from her pubic hair to her anus.  Tabatha groaned in arousal. 
John began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth.

   "God!" he thought.  "I'm being sucked off by a little thirteen year old
virgin girl."

   This thought almost tipped him over the edge, and he increased his
rhythm as he fucked Tabatha's little mouth.  He took hold of her pussy lips
and pulled them outwards and buried his mouth in their sweet depths.  He
could feel the flaps her warm lips either side of his mouth and he suddenly
buried his tongue deep inside her.

   Her guttural moan as he explored her inner depths brought him to the
point of no return.  Burying his face deeper and deeper into her pussy he
felt her vaginal walls contract.  His balls tightened and he held onto the
outward stroke until his semen started its final journey.

   Then, he blew into her opened pussy as he thrust his cock deep into the
back of Tabatha's throat.  Tabatha screamed and her juices sprayed over
John's mouth as her hips thrust upwards.  John's cock erupted in her mouth
and his semen hit the back of her throat like a needle.  She sucked and
sucked as she tried to swallow all of `Jim's' seed, but there was just too
much.

   She moved her mouth away and John's cock shot up from the warm confines
of her mouth and his last few shots of jism rifled onto her breasts.  She
spat out some of `Jim's' semen but swallowed the rest.  Sperm now dribbled
into her nose and eyes from her mouth and some dropped from the tip of her
breast onto her chin.

   John slumped to the floor, exhausted.  He was totally drained.

   "Tabatha," he said.  "You're one hell of a girl!"

   He revelled in the after-glow of his massive ejaculation and tasted
Tabatha's juices on his lips.  He knew she had had a giant `shiver' too. 
He suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable Tabatha must be now that her
passion had abated.  He retrieved his jeans and took a pair of wire
snippers from a pocket.

   As Tabatha was still up-side-down he released her hands first.  He saw
the angry marks on her wrists and rubbed them to get the blood flowing.  He
then held her in his arm as he freed first one leg then the other.  He
gently lowered her feet to the floor until she was standing.

   "Are you OK to walk?" he asked, and she nodded her head.  He led her by
the hand outside to the river bank and gently eased her into the water.  He
carefully washed her body as he held her.  When he had finished, he again
held her hand and led her, naked, out of the water.

   "I'll finish up here," he said.  "You go up to the cabin, have a shower
and find my bedroom.  You're not going home tonight.  From what you told
me, I guess nobody is going to miss you."

   She nodded and began to make her way up the hill.  She stopped, looked
back at the wheel, and smiled.  As she moved off again he marvelled at her
young figure and watched her tight bum as she walked.  Halfway up the hill
she stopped again, turned so her naked body was again on full display to
him, and blew him a kiss.a

   Then, she ran all the way back to him, her breasts bouncing up and down
with the motion.  She threw herself into his arms and pressed her body into
his.  Her arms snaked around his neck and she hugged him tightly, her feet
dangling in mid-air.  She moved her mouth to his ear.

   "Thank you, John!"

   It didn't register in his brain straight away, but then the realised
what she had said.

   "Who's John?" he asked.

   "You are," she told him.  "John Watson!  I saw it on your credit card at
the supermarket."

   She giggled, kissed his neck, and slid down his body.  With a cute
smile, she turned and ran up to the cabin.  John shook his head and watched
until she had disappeared inside the cabin.  She certainly was a girl of
many surprises.  He began to wonder who was really in control here.

   He smiled to himself, gathered the two video cameras and slung them over
his shoulder.  He put the bottles back into the ice box and grabbed the
four ends of the blanket so he could easily transport its contents,
including Tabatha's skirt and ruined blouse, back to the cabin.

   He reflected on the day's events and knew that he would remember them
forever.  But now he had a thirteen year old, virginal Lolita waiting for
him in his bed, and he realised that a new story was just beginning.

   Thank you for reading this story.  I welcome your comments to:
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