Chapter 5
By the time Drake reached the age of forty-four, he had reason to know that marriage was not for him. He had just been divorced by his third wife, for the same reason the two previous ones had divorced him, adultery.
Being faithful to one woman was as difficult for him as it would be for a hungry cat to ignore a fat mouse. He was handsome, intelligent, had a good sense of humor, and women were attracted to him. Each time he spotted a prospect, he savored the thrill of removing another bra to bare another pair of breasts; of fondling then lowering the panties of fresh talent.
He was a skilled lover, not just in the early stages of seduction, but later, as they writhed naked on a bed, the woman groaning for more and more of his magnificent style of making love.
Drake wasn't terribly selective either. He preferred his women young and clean and reasonably attractive, but a few times he had bedded ugly women because they had something special which appealed to him, something in the way of big breasts or buttocks, or perhaps, very long legs.
One woman whom he seduced strictly for the novelty of it, was enormous. She admitted to weighing a little over two hundred and fifty, but he suspected that three hundred would have been closer.
Her breasts were big and not very firm, but he got a bonus in the form of her massive buttocks which were, he decided, a real joy to fondle and kiss.
"I think you like my big arse," she commented when he was fondling the massive cheeks after intercourse as she lay on her tummy on the bed.
"It's the biggest one I've ever seen and I love it," Drake told her.
"How would you like to spank it?" she asked with a tone of excitement.
"I don't know," he replied, "I've never spanked an ass. Maybe it would be fun at that."
He discovered then that she was a masochist and had been since her early teens when her father took over the spanking chores in her home and, after each spanking, she would fondle a hot buttock with one hand while fingering herself to orgasm with the other.
She told him more of her secret and then she was on his lap and he was delighting in spanking the big cheeks. But spanking hadn't been enough for her and, when she got off his lap, crying and rubbing her fat, red buttocks, she went to his pants, removed the wide leather belt from the loops and doubled it. Her eyes shining, she handed it to him then bent over, her hands on the foot of his bed, her massive behind excitingly presented, her vulva visible below.
He gave her a couple of cuts with the belt, then she was screaming for him to beat harder. Taking his cue from that, he went on to give her a severe strapping which left her buttocks covered with purple bruises, then he dropped the belt and pressed against her hot buttocks.
When he inserted his strong penis in the warmth of her vagina, it was harder than it had been the first time he had given it to her and he rode her ample rear for a delightfully long time before his knees sagged as he shot his product into her greedily sucking organ.
What she didn't know, was that the entire spanking and strapping, as well as everything else they did, had been recorded on movie film and the sound tape recorded.
Drake happened to be one of the most highly regarded photographic technicians in the area and had devised remote controlled equipment which operated from buttons on the underside of the night table beside his bed.
No woman ever dropped her panties in his studio apartment without the event being recorded for posterity.
His film library included such things as the younger sister of the state governor, kneeling naked as she sucked his penis. In another scene, she lay smiling on the bed, working a long candle in and out of her vagina while Drake fondled her breasts, making sure that he didn't hide her face from the camera.
He had compromising movies and stills of other prominent women as well, but he wasn't the type to attempt to use them for blackmail. His business provided an income that was much more than adequate, and he wasn't a greedy man, except in the matter of sex, where his greed was insatiable.
Just after turning forty, Drake noticed a change in his sexual attitudes. It was subtle at first so that it had been going on for some time before he became aware of it.
Previously, he had preferred mature women, favoring those in their thirties or forties. They were better sex partners, he avowed, because they had been around, knew what sex was all about and had, generally, gotten beyond the stage of inhibitions.
Younger women, he observed, were more likely to be conscious of their beauty and self centered. They didn't want to get their hair mussed up, they made sex a tiring ritual in which they lay back while the male was expected to pay tribute to their beauty.
And then he began noticing a different category of females, the really young, the teenagers. The acceptance of the mini for women of all ages helped bring teenagers to his attention. He found himself staring at how their firm young thighs filled nylons, how their proud young breasts bobbed, especially in the cases of the daring young ones who joined the no bra club.
More and more, he paid attention to teenagers. He began going to the restaurants where they hung out, watching those who sat carelessly, or carefully as the case may be, so that they showed their thighs, some of them going beyond that and permitting glimpses of their crotches.
He wished pantyhose hadn't been invented since he enjoyed being able to measure the degree of each show he saw; a portion of expanded nylon top, all of the top and a little skin above, a lot of skin above the nylon and perhaps a suspender hugging a firm young thigh.
Their thighs looked exciting enough in pantyhose, but there wasn't the same excitement for him since no matter how much a girl showed, he knew he wasn't going to enjoy the thrill of seeing bare skin above nylon.
Often, he was sure a girl knew he was looking at her thighs, yet she either didn't change her position to cut off the view, or she changed it so that she showed a little more.
He had heard and read of the sexual exploits of girls of fifteen or sixteen and even younger, and as he gazed at young thighs, he began forming mental pictures of teens at sexual play.
Surely, he told himself, if a girl of that age enjoyed sex with relatively inexperienced, fumbling youths, they would find it far more exciting to make out with a mature man, one who had been around and knew how to satisfy a woman far more excitingly than a callow youth could do the job.
The theory was fine, but in order to prove it, he needed a willing young girl to help him put the theory to the test. Drake kept wondering how he was going to find a young partner for his sexual experiment, then a chance remark gave him the lead he had been looking for.
A high school sex club had been exposed and the father of one of the girls, who had since turned sixteen, told a friend, in confidence. The friend told Drake, also in confidence.
What brought up the subject of the girl, was a recent newspaper picture of her and two other cheerleaders in action. Looking at it, Drake saw the long legs and lush thighs. She was doing a cartwheel and he liked the look of the way her gym panties hugged a bottom which gave promise of being plump and firm, just the way Drake liked bottoms to be.
The rest was simple. He phoned the girl's home one morning, wanting to talk to the mother rather than the father. Mothers, he had learned, were delighted at the prospect of their daughters becoming models; fathers tended to resent their precious daughters showing their bodies to photographers or painters.
He gave the woman his prepared story of requiring a young, attractive, non-professional model. There would be a fifty dollar fee for a couple of sittings and then, if she turned out to be good, there could be other jobs.
At first the woman was suspicious, but Drake gave her impressive names as references and went on to point out that other interests, especially those which could lead to a career, could be helpful in character development for a girl of Eve's age.
Given the trouble her daughter had already been involved in, that struck a responsive chord and the deal was made. Eve would report to his studio after school the following day, and if a second sitting were needed, she would return the next day, a Saturday.
That gave Drake plenty of time to work out a plan to seduce the girl.
But while her seduction was his goal, it was only a first step. If he scored, and he was confident he would, he would then move on to what he considered to be the ultimate step, seduction of a tender young virgin. He was approaching his task with the dedication of a man of science seeking the perfect cure for cancer.
When Eve arrived, right on schedule, on Friday afternoon, she looked a little nervous, although she tried to hide it. As he had instructed, she carried her cheerleader's outfit with her.
Smiling, he encouraged her to sit and chat so that she would be relaxed when he started shooting. He told her about modeling as a career and painted it as an easy, glamorous life.
He drew her attention to the many photographs which were hung about the studio, many of them having been put there that day as a part of his plan to seduce her. The majority of the pictures showed nudes in various poses.
"You don't plan on taking my picture in the nude, do you?" she asked.
"No, Eve, that's why you have your uniform with you. Don't tell me a modern, sophisticated looking girl like you would be afraid of being photographed in the nude though. I'm surprised."
"Oh, I wouldn't be afraid," she replied hastily. "It's just that if I did and they ever found out, I'd get killed. They're real squares."
"As I see it, most parents are," he told her with a show of understanding. "I saw that early and that's why I never got married," he lied. "I find I'm able to meet with young people on their own grounds. Many of their beefs against society are the same as mine. It surprised me to keep finding that I get along with the young, better than I do with my peers."
"I can see that in you," the girl told him, still trying to appear sophisticated, something on which he had counted heavily in his plan. "It's something in your eyes."
"You're very perceptive, Eve," he told her in a confidential tone, "and you're also very beautiful. Now that you mention it, photographing you in the nude would be quite an experience, even though I've done it so many times."
"I guess you get so used to seeing nudes it doesn't do anything to you after a while, like doctors."
"Don't buy that line, dear. Artists are constantly saying that about themselves, but I suspect it's a cover to keep their wives happy. Not all naked women turn me on, but your body is more than just beautiful, it's firm and I suspect it contains that quality which would make me delightfully uncomfortable, if you follow me," he added and winked, his smile getting through to her.
"Well, I guess we'd better get on with it. The professional models usually just change here while I discuss the job with them, but there's a room in there you may use if you wish," he told her, pointing to his bedroom or, as it was referred to in his select circle, his workshop.
He saw that she was nervous, not wanting to appear chicken, yet hesitant about stripping in front of a man she had just met.
"I'll tell you what," he said, snapping his fingers. "The first few shots will just be setups to give me some ideas. Leave your regular bra and panties on and slip into your uniform. Later, if we have to take some more revealing shots, you can change panties."
Still trying to look very sophisticated, Eve opened her short dress, pushed it down and stepped out of it. She didn't hurry about reaching for her uniform. She saw Drake looking her over and it excited her.
"Will I do?" she asked.
"You'll more than do, Eve. My God, what a beauty you are. I could offer further evidence, but I'm afraid I'd shock you."
"I'm only sixteen," she told him with a sly smile as she posed for him in bra, panties, garter belt and sheer nylons, "but I've been around. I don't shock easy."
"No? Then take a look at this," he said, then used his fingers to show her the outline of his stiff penis. "I've seen a lot of nudes, I've photographed them and I've taken plenty of them to bed, but one look at you and it went straight up."
"It looks like there's a lot of it," she observed, obviously excited.
"There's enough, I'm told, and I wish you were a little bit older."
"I may be older than you think, in some ways," she told him. "I'm no dumb little virgin from the country."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Eve. Now let's get to work before my hands get too shaky to use a camera."
Her short uniform skirt stopped well above the tops of her nylons so that he had the expanded tops of the sheer nylons to admire as well as the black suspenders which caressed her lightly tanned thighs.
"Do you think I'd be popular at the games with my outfit the way it is now?" Eve asked with what was intended as a naughty grin.
"I think the game would be called off and you'd set a new record for getting raped," he told her, then began taking pictures. "Don't worry about these shots," he lied, "I'll destroy pictures and negatives as soon as I'm finished with them. The same will apply to any that aren't used for the client. Care to be a little daring, Eve?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
"I'm thinking in terms of an angel-devil shot, the innocent, ail-American girl of your uniform, and the sexy look of your black panties caressing that lovely bottom. Hold the tail of your skirt up and look back over your shoulder with an innocent smile."
Giggling, she complied and he felt his penis throbbing as he took two shots in slightly changed poses, then had her turn and hold up the front of her uniform for more pictures.
"I didn't need to be very daring for that," Eve told him, looking very proud of herself, much more confident than she had been at the outset.
"Do you feel like being a little more daring then?"
"Sure."
"Then take your uniform off and we'll see how daring you can really be. If the front of my pants gets wet, you'll know I had an accident," he told her and caused her to giggle, then after she had removed the uniform, her expression changed and she rubbed a hand down the front of her clinging panties.
"You know what's happening to you?" Eve said. "Well, the same thing is happening to me.
"I'm glad to hear it," he told her as he rubbed a hand over the bulge of his erection. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No. Why?"
"That next room I mentioned earlier happens to have a big, comfortable bed in it. We don't have to keep shooting pictures forever, you know."
"No, we don't, do we?" she replied and licked her lips seductively.
He took a couple pictures of her removing her bra one cup at a time, then had her turn her back so that he could take a few of her lowering her panties.
Drake had gasped at the first sight of her firm, boldly jutting breasts and he was hungering to get his hands and his mouth on them. As she stood, bent a bit from the waist, her panties pushed halfway down her buttocks, he found more targets that he was anxious to get at.
Deciding to stop wasting his time taking pictures, he had her step right out of her panties, then took her in his arms for a passionate kiss. While their mouths mashed wetly, he allowed her to feel the strength of his erection as it pressed against her. As though to prove that she was no innocent little girl from the country, when the kiss ended, she unzipped his fly and reached inside to fondle his penis.
"That's got to be the biggest one I've ever seen," Eve told him. "Take it out and let me see it."
"As soon as we get to the bedroom, honey," he told her. "I'm anxious to take it out for you, but not just for you to see it though. After I've loved you up a while and have you squirming, I'm going to hide it so you can't see it."
"Where are you going to hide it, big man?"
"I'm going to look for a tight little slit in your crotch and bury it there. You won't be able to see it, but I'll make you know it's there."
They hurried to the bedroom, then he pressed a button on the underside of the table to activate the movie camera. He invited her to crouch and take his penis out for him, and she did so, eagerly.
"What a beautiful big cock," she panted as she held it in her hand. "Jesus, the size of that head. It's really going to stretch my cunt for me.
"That's where the joy is, baby. Tell me, do you like having your tender little cunt sucked and licked?"
"I'd say yes, but that's only a guess. I've only been screwed by a few guys and none of them did that to me."
"It's really wild, Eve," he told her as she went on playing with his penis. "I love eating cunt, but I've never eaten a tender young one like yours. Would you like to give it a try?"
"You better believe it. I'll blow your joint if you like."
"Typical of boys," he told her. "They taught you to blow them, but they never got around to going down on you. I think you're going to find out that a man is a much better bet than a boy."
"I think I see that already. You treat me like a woman, not just a piece of tail."
"I'm going to try to make it even better for you as we go along, Eve. I'll strip now, then we'll see some action, real action."
Drake hurried out of his clothes, then the girl moved into his arms again, rubbing hotly against him as they kissed.
"God, what a man you are, Drake," she told him. "You're all man and then some. I'll bet you get all the fucking you can handle."
"I'm offered more than I can handle," he said. "As a result, I just pick out the best."
"Does that include me?" she asked, her cheek on his chest as he fondled her lush buttocks.
"That's why you're here, Eve. Anything you don't know, I'll enjoy teaching you."
"What kind of things are you going to teach me?"
"I'll think of them as we go along. One I think of right at this moment is sitting on my face. You'll like that."
"Sitting on your face?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes. Not sitting in the usual sense, but parking your tender little pussy on my mouth to get it sucked. When you come, you rub it all over the man's face and make it nice and sticky for him. There's one gal in particular who likes to ride my face, then when she's coming, she works her crotch until she pushes it down over my nose. She tells me my nose feels like a cock in her cunt."
"Oh man, you really are too much."
"I'm glad you think so, Eve, but no matter how great you think I am, we'll keep my name our little secret, won't we? After all, you wouldn't want to get me into trouble, would you?"
"Be sure of it. Sure, I'll have to tell a few of my special girl friends about you, but I won't mention any names and won't even say what you do for a living. You'll just be a man without a name and they'll piss in their panties when they hear about it."
Drake took the girl onto the bed then and put an end to his hungering for her luscious young breasts. When he claimed them with his hands, they were even firmer than he had expected. In his mouth, he found them just as thrilling and his delight was communicated to her as she squirmed all over the bed, telling him she was going out of her mind and acting very much as though it were the truth.
He kept her squirming as he fondled the cheeks of her beautiful bottom, then arching it for the benefit of the camera and working a finger in and out of her anus, then, when she was almost crying with passion, he decided to do something about it.
"You're great, Eve," he panted, "but all that squirming must have made you tired. Come sit on my face and have a rest."
"That's for me," she told him eagerly, "but it isn't going to be any rest. I've been waiting for a long time to find out how it feels to get cunt lapped. I'll bet you're going to be real good," she added as she got to her knees and went to him as he lay on his back.
"Just kneel astride my head with your crotch above my face," he told her and she swung a leg over him. I like to tease myself for a while before the woman comes down on my face. You'll like it too. I'll play with you. This position allows plenty of freedom for playing," he told her and proved his point with a hand in her very warm crotch and another rubbing over her smooth buttocks and thighs.
"Okay, baby," he told her as he took a finger out of her vagina where it had brought her very close to orgasm, "bring it down to me nice and slow. Make me wait for it, don't hurry. That's the way, spread those knees. Oh what a sweet little cunt, what a glorious ass. I think if I got horny enough, I'd eat your shit. I know I'd drink your bubbly piss."
"Did you ever drink a woman's piss, Drake?" she asked, pausing in the delivery of her crotch to contemplate the thought.
"I've done everything there is, darling. One of these days I'll be thirsty when you're around and you'll find out. That's it, Eve baby, it's coming down right on target. Oh sweet Jesus, what a sight you are, baby. You're almost there."
And then she was there and they both grunted with arousal as her vulva made contact with his mouth. She felt his hands tighten their grip on her, then he was sucking greedily in her crotch, driving her so wild with lust that she began caressing her breasts to help along.
While Drake sucked and licked her organ and his hands maintained a moving caress of her buttocks, Eve kept moaning, almost wailing. No boy had ever brought her even a fraction of the arousal which churned in her body as Drake worked in her crotch with lips and tongue.
And then her sounds became louder as climax arrived, exploding in her belly and crotch like rockets. As it did, he gripped her hips and exerted a downward pressure which pressed her rubbing crotch more firmly on his face. After a long time, the orgasm passed and she stopped her frantic jerking.
She dismounted, sighing deeply, then she was lying on her back and Drake was feeding his big, strong penis into the tightness of her vagina, stretching it and making her moan some more. Unlike the boys with whom she'd had sex, Drake rode her smoothly and slowly, allowing her to feel the slow thrust of each stroke of his strong organ. His weight was partly on her, just enough to make her feel good.
"I'm going to come again," she panted, wide eyed. "I never came with a cock in me ... oh yes ... yes ... yes," she panted, then she was shrieking again as orgasm paid a return visit.
While she went wild for the second time, he pushed the full length of his penis into her and left it throbbing there.
"Fucking can't be this good," she sighed, a little later. "It just can't be."
"Yes it can, Eve. Will you want to visit me again and get some more first class fucking?" he asked, his penis still resting in her hot depths.
"Oh yes. Every day, if you'll let me."
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, dear, but I'd love to have you call me from time to time and set it up. Just relax now and I'll give you the rest of your fucking. You have a beautiful body and a sweet, tight little pussy. I'll feed your pussy some warm cream now and make it purr."
He rode her a little faster than he had before, then she felt him tensing for his climax and she moaned as she waited for his charge to blast off. When it did, it shot strongly into her as he ground strongly in her crotch and her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. He fed her the biggest charge she had ever taken and after he rested on her firm young body for a while and then withdrew from her tight nest, she was still sighing with ecstasy.
"Oh Drake," she said in a weak voice, "you shot such a load of cream up my cunt. I can't hold it all, I can feel it trickling out of my slit and running between the cheeks of my ass. Oh darling, what a lovely fuck it was. I may never fuck boys again, just men."
"You've got so much beauty, Eve. You shouldn't just toss it around. Before you let anyone between your legs, make sure he's good enough to deserve it. Want to come back tomorrow to ... uh ... shoot some more?"
"You know I do," she replied with a sigh.
Alone in his studio after Eve left, Drake decided that teenage talent was as thrilling as he had hoped it would be. As he closed his eyes, he could almost feel again the silken firmness of her beautiful young body.
When she returned the following day, she not only confirmed his earlier feelings about young flesh, but she provided him with some exciting movie material as well.
Using the same approach he had employed to bring Eve to his studio, Drake tried three young virgins in a row, but each time he was obliged to give up as the girl balked.
And then, on his fourth try, he felt arousal mount as she responded more eagerly than the others had. Like Eve, she was sixteen, old enough to avoid a charge of statutory rape. Too, she had a lovely, firm body and satiny smooth skin. She wanted desperately to become a model and, with her lithe body and beautiful face, he felt she had a chance.
He sounded even more optimistic as he told her he liked her and would do what he could to help. He concentrated on making her feel grown up and sophisticated, then he led her so far along that path that she couldn't say no when he told her he wanted to take a few nude shots of her, assuring her that only a friend of his who ran a modeling agency would see the pictures.
She blushed shyly as she removed her bra to bare beautiful, light breasts, then she was stepping out of her panties and Drake thought he could hear his penis moaning with desire to get into the firm young beauty.
He took a few pictures and she began to relax as she became more accustomed to nudity in the presence of the man. When he felt she was ready, he told her he would have to make her nipples stand out.
She didn't protest as he reached for one with a finger and thumb and it responded quickly. But more than just her nipple was responding, he felt confident.
"There's a better way of doing this, Nancy," Drake told her. "It makes the nipples harder and moisture gives them an added sheen which photographs excitingly."
He gave her a warm smile, then bent his head and took the other nipple and a portion of her breast in his mouth. He heard her moan as he sucked and one hand rubbed up and down her smooth young back, moving all the way down to the upper slopes of her buttocks.
He sucked until her nipple was excitingly hard, then he moved his mouth to the other and kept Nancy trembling until he decided it was enough.
Later, as he positioned her for another shot, he held her warmly, then brought his mouth to hers. Her sigh was the sound of surrender and he took her in his arms and kissed her, lightly at first, then with passion and he felt her pressing eagerly against him. It was obvious that she felt the form of his erection, yet it didn't seem to frighten her.
After the kiss, he continued to hold her, talking in warm whispers of her beauty and of how it aroused desire in him, a desire that couldn't be stilled. She made no protest when he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom.
When he lay her on the bed, he did it in such a way that she was lying across it, her buttocks protruding a little over the edge. Dropping to his knees, he raised and parted her legs, then she was writhing and moaning in passion as he kissed and licked her thighs. Her legs did not resist as he parted them widely to feast his eyes on her beautiful little virginal organ, then she felt moist, warm breath in her crotch and gasped aloud at the feel of his mouth on her vulva.
He kissed and licked the warm lips, then he began to suck. The girl groaned loudly, low, quavering groans of lust as he sucked and licked in her crotch until she and he knew that she was close to orgasm.
The sound she emitted when he stopped lapping then, was one of despair.
"My mouth will be back on your sweet little pussy in a few seconds, darling," he told her as he hurried out of his clothes, then she saw his naked penis and gave a very different kind of gasp.
"It's so big," she said, her eyes wide with what he hoped was not horror.
"It's just a perfect size for you, darling," he told her, then dropped to his knees, pressed his face into her crotch and resumed lapping her.
This time he didn't stop and she was soon kicking her pretty legs and squealing with abandon as orgasm swept over her. While it was still happening, Drake got up and turned her on the bed, then he was on her, his body in her crotch, his stiff penis parting the tender young lips of her vulva.
When he had the head inside, savoring the tightness of her tender young vagina, he paused, wondering if she were going to protest, but she didn't. His timing had been too good to permit that.
As she opened her eyes, he smiled warmly down into her face and her answering smile was nervous but warm. While he whispered words of love and beauty and excitement, Drake fed his penis into her and she wrapped her arms around him.
She gave only a little cry when he broke through her barrier, but it proved to be very thin and broke easily. Drake fed her the full length of his organ, then lay on her, telling her to relax and enjoy her first act of intercourse.
"It isn't hurting much, is it, darling?" he asked as he felt his penis throbbing as it stretched her.
"No, it's just burning a little. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would."
"I'm glad, darling. Now your tender little cunt is open and you can fuck whenever you want. It will never hurt you again. Try to relax and enjoy the feel of my cock working in and out of your hot little pussy. You have the sweetest, tightest little cunt I've ever seen. Did you like the way I sucked and licked it and made you come?"
"Oh yes, that was the wildest, most wonderful thing ever. I didn't want it to stop. Your face felt so good in my crotch."
"And my big, throbbing prick is going to feel good while I give you a sweet, slow fucking. Relax, darling and try to feel every stroke. Here we go now, slow and easy. My God, how beautiful and exciting you are, dear," he added, then he was stroking slowly, each stroke long and thrilling for the girl despite the slight burning in her vagina.
Drake held his charge back as long as he could, hoping that the girl would achieve another orgasm, but then it became obvious that she wasn't going to, so he whispered to her that he was going to ejaculate in her.
As his strong body jerked in her warm crotch, she panted and sighed along with him as she felt hot juice squirting strongly into her.
Along with Eve, Nancy became a frequent visitor to Drake's studio and to his bedroom. Later, they brought other girls along and as they romped in wild orgies, the girls provided him with many thrilling movies and stills.
Gradually, he lured the girls into performing oral sex on each other, then the films, as well as his sex life, became even more exciting.
To Drake's delight and somewhat to his surprise, he was able to lead Nancy into a model ling career, then did the same for Eve. Having learned the lesbian arts under Drake's tutelage, they were equipped to make the right impression on the woman who operated the modeling agency, and that helped.
From time to time, Drake has a brief encounter with a mature woman, but teenage girls are now his thing, especially trembling young virgins whom he loves to seduce in his slow, patient style.