PEDOPHILIA THERAPY

Feature Writer: Neverlander
Feature Title: Pedophilia Therapy
Story Codes: Mg, Mf, Tease, Masturbation, Oral, Pedo
Published: 12.04.2013
Link: tim_cravin@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: This work is copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

 

Pedophilia Therapy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Fuller continued:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fourth man was Daryl. The redhead in the black teddy, fourteen years old and very sexy, moved seductively towards him with a hand on her hip. Her expression was ironic and amused, almost sneering.

“Hello, perv,” she said. “See something you like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lizzie had straightened up and was now posing with her hands on her hips, looking at Al with a wicked little smile. Then, her left hand reached over to her right shoulder and slowly began to pull the leotard down. When her shoulder was exposed, she did the same with the left, so that the front of the leotard was lowered to just above the nipples of her developing breasts. She put her hands behind her back and twisted her body from side to side a few times, knowing full well that the men watching her wanted so much to see the leotard fall from her breasts.

She turned her head and taunted them with a sly little smile, her mouth slightly open, to let them know that she was deliberately teasing them, and enjoying it. Putting her hands on her hips, she bent forward, giving them a peek of little girl cleavage, and blew a kiss at Al’s quivering cock.

Then, holding the top of the leotard delicately with both hands, she slowly pulled the garment down, exposing her small, firm, pert breasts to her audience’s hungry eyes. She stepped out of the leotard and tossed it onto the floor, standing before them in just her red and white candy cane tights. She ran her fingertips over her pink, puffy nipples, closing her eyes in obvious pleasure, massaging her little nubs into sweet rosebud erections.

Al was going mad with desire, so envious of the other men who were having their cocks gently stroked as Lizzie posed and teased. Girls like Lizzie were his deepest obsession, and all he could do now was watch and moan while his rigid cock was deprived of all stimulation. Dr. Fuller knew all about his agitation, and sought to make it worse.

“Don’t you just love her, Al? Don’t you wish she were touching you now? You really need it, don’t you?” Al whimpered in frustration.

Lizzie turned around and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tights. She pulled them slowly down over her hips, bending forward a little as the smooth round cheeks of her bottom came into view. She looked back over her shoulder at Al while she was doing this, smiling at his obvious need. When the tights were all the way down, she kicked them aside, then turned around with her hands covering her crotch, pouting as she looked at Al.

She sat back on the chaise, and lifted her legs and spread them wide, pointing her toes, with her hands still covering herself. Then, she slowly drew her hands apart, gently fingering the lips of her vulva, and reached upward to her breasts. She kept her legs raised and spread as she squeezed and massaged her small breasts, giving the aroused and sweating men a full view of her little pink pussy, smooth and hairless and faintly glistening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crawling forward, she turned and leaned against the back of the chaise. She sat with her legs apart and her skirt pulled up, teasing the men with an immodest view of her crotch. The panties were very tight and thin, almost transparent, showing faint shadows of what was inside. Chika bit her lower lip and looked shyly at Emile.

“I like you see more, OK?” she whispered.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she rose to her knees and removed her skirt. Kneeling in just her loose-fitting blouse and panties, she inclined her head slightly to the side and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her lips were parted, and she frowned slightly, mirroring the excitement and anticipation that Emile and the other men were feeling.

Her blouse fell to the floor, revealing breasts that were graceful and unexpectedly full, encased in a translucent nylon bra. She stood up and turned around, then reached behind her back to unclasp the bra. This was also discarded on the floor, and she slowly turned to face them again, covering her breasts with her cupped hands.

Looking into Emile’s eyes and biting her lower lip, she began to squeeze and massage her breasts. Her hands moved a bit lower with each squeeze, revealing slightly more. Finally she exposed her prominent light-brown nipples, and moved her hands to give them an unobstructed view. She remained for a few seconds with her hands held behind her back, so that the men could gaze in lust at her firm, high breasts.

She brought her hands up and brushed her fingertips over her sharp brown nipples, making them perk out enticingly. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she pulled them down over her hips, at the same time sitting again and raising her legs straight up while she continued removing her underwear. She positioned herself against the back of the chaise, wearing only her knee socks, and, spreading her legs, began to caress her pussy with two fingers, making gentle circular motions at the top of her smooth cleft. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly…

“Chika…?” Dr. Fuller spoke gently to the aroused girl.

Chika opened her eyes as if awakening from a dream.

“Oh! Oh, I am apologize! Please to forgive!”

She quickly left the chaise and resumed her position kneeling between Emile’s legs. She looked down in shame, with her hands held behind her back. She didn’t touch Emile, but her naked breasts were brushing lightly against his erect penis. He struggled against his bindings to increase the contact, but she remained motionless. The tantalizing effect drove him nearly mad.

It was Alexis’ turn to work a tease on the tormented men. She had been giving Daryl’s cock the barest minimum of stimulation, just enough to keep him hard, but with only a hint of the pleasure she knew he needed. Now, as she made ready to mount the chaise lounge, she smiled at him and began a genuine hand job stroke: while one hand grasped the skin of his penis stretched tightly at the base of the shaft, making it ultra-sensitive, the other slowly moved up to the head; pausing there, she made an agonizingly slow downward stroke, rubbing along all the sensitive parts of his penis.

He reacted with a moaned, “Ohhhhhh,” to the delicious sensations she was giving him at last. When her hand reached the bottom, she again moved slowly upward to the head; at the top of the stroke she again changed direction and started to move down – then she gave his cock a quick squeeze and let go abruptly. She turned without a word and climbed onto the chaise, leaving him in a wretched state of ruined, interrupted pleasure.

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

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

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

He could barely whisper: “Yessss, oh God yes…”

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

Daryl was whimpering now, almost in tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were thrown into inner conflict. They knew it was in their interest to steel themselves to what they were experiencing, to try to ignore what the girls were doing to them; but at the same time their heightened state of sexual frustration drove them to positively wallow in the orgy of lust they were being dragged through, as the girls skillfully made love to their inflamed cocks.

So there was a cacophony of pleading: cries of, “Oh my god, yes!”

“Ohhhhh I love it, please, more!”

“Please, oh please, I need to cum so bad!” were mixed with, “Please, no, oh god I can’t take it anymore!”

“Don’t do this to me, oh my god, please, no!”

All of which, especially the begging to stop, drove the girls to intensify their stroking, sucking and licking.

After about fifteen minutes, Dr. Fuller spoke to admonish the girls.

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

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

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

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

After games like this had gotten Jonathan totally rigid, she announced that she wanted to play “horsey”. She climbed up onto his lap so that she was facing away from him. Her little bottom was pressed against his stomach, and she sat just behind his erection, which was standing up straight between her legs. She turned and grinned up at him. “Here goes the merry-go-round, gotta hold the pole!” she announced, and proceeded to bounce up and down in his lap, holding onto the “pole” to keep her balance.

After a minute of vigorously masturbating him like this, she let go and continued bouncing while she held onto his hips. The base of his cock was rubbing between the lips of her pussy, which she obviously enjoyed, but removing her hands from his cock caused him to moan in frustration. She looked up at him with a playful grin as she continued to bounce, then suddenly reached down and fondled his balls, and slowly drew her fingertips up his shaft to the head, which she squeezed and tickled for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and gasped at her touch, causing her to smirk with satisfaction.

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

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

Sometimes she was generous – at one point she was lightly brushing her fingertips along the underside of his cock, and paused when she reached the sensitive spot below the head. She began to tap lightly with a finger right where he loved it most, and raised her eyebrows in a question while her tongue darted out to her upper lip, demonstrating teasing little licks.

She smiled in response to his, “Ohhh yes, please…” and lowered her head, replacing her tapping finger with her warm mouth. Her lips formed an “O” over the sensitive skin and held his cock with a gentle suction, while her tongue danced and flicked and licked, drawing forth a long “Ohhhhhhhhh” as he sank into the luxurious pleasure he had craved for so long.

Later, when she had driven him absolutely mad with frustrating teasing, she did it again: the questioning eyebrows, the flicking tongue as she hovered over his tortured penis. Once again he nodded, begging and pleading for her mouth. She smiled and licked her lips, then parted them in an “O” as her head bent to his lap – and stopped.

“No,” she said, looking up at him with a pout. She dissolved into peals of laughter at the devastated expression on his face, and watched with a smirk while he struggled futilely against the straps which held him fast. Hands on hips, she scolded him: “Now really, sir, you’re supposed to be learning to control yourself!” A mocking smile, a sympathetic pat on the cheek … and she went back to teasing his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that, Emile-san? You like this? …”

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

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

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

What followed was an hour of erotic torment that drove Emile nearly mad. Chika’s kink was to probe and test a man’s genitals to determine his most sensitive areas of pleasure, and then to single-mindedly harry and worry him in those places, but in such a tantalizing way that it was always just short of what he needed for release.

With her lips and tongue she coaxed and toyed and teased, never giving his inflamed cock a moment’s rest. Her tongue flicked lightly and incessantly in rapid little licks on his sweet pleasure spots, taunting him, showing him she knew just where he was most vulnerable, that she could, if she chose, send him into a delirious orgasm with just a single swirl of her tongue – which, of course, she never did. She held him in an agony of sexual frustration, deaf to his pleading and whimpering. She was relentless and totally without mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

“I know what you want, perv, I know exactly what you want – and I know how to give it to you. It would be so easy, I could do it right now…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ten seconds…”

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

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

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

xxxxx

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Jonathan, what is it?”

“Uh, Dr. Fuller, I think that maybe I’m not, well, not really, uh – cured, you know?”

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

“Well, I was wondering, do you do, I mean do you have something like this with, uh, well, with like, uh – little boys?”

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

She shuffled through some papers. “Yes, here it is – there’s a session starting next week. Let’s see…”

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

“Oh yes, please! Thank you, Dr. Fuller.”

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

THE END