The Dreamer (Part 5)
by dolphininthesky
I don't much mind if it rains or
snows,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my
nice new nose,
I don't much care if it snows or
thaws,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my
nice clean paws!
Sing Ho! for the life
of a
Bear!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Pooh!
- Life of a
Bear by Winnie-the-Pooh (1924 - )
They
were done by half-past five; some of the clothes they had bought made
Amanda giggle when she thought about them - they were quite naughty. They had gone to the mall
first. A school uniform very much like the one she usually wore - but
without the school crest and with a skirt that was a great deal shorter
- had been first on the list. She had felt
pretty self-conscious as she tried it on for David to see. The pimply
teenage store clerk had been looking over David's shoulder when she
finally opened the door of the fitting room. Smiling, she gave a twirl.
Her short, pleated skirt flared out and David caught a brief flash of
white - her panties snugly hugging her bottom. He gave her the thumbs
up and heard some choking sounds from the store clerk behind him as
Mandy closed the door again.
Next came a blue, one-piece swimming suit. It was a perfectly normal
one - except for the fact that it was a size smaller than it
should have been. It fit Mandy like a glove, a very tight latex glove.
She felt very self-conscious
with this on. David barely had a glimpse of how she looked before she
quickly
closed the fitting room door again. Luckily, there were no curious
store clerks around
this time.
They bought some normal
clothes too; they were a bit sexier and more revealing than what
Mandy's mom would usually let her wear, but they were the type of
clothes that were really popular with girls of her age. Tight,
form-fitting t-shirts and tank tops. Jeans you wore by stepping into
them and then pulling up with all your strength as you used your
body-weight to push you in. Tight shorts that you had to constantly
rearrange very carefully or you would be showing a camel-toe. But
maybe the point was to not rearrange
them carefully, she thought to herself, giggling at the naughtiness.
And lastly, came a nightie with Winnie-the-Pooh (featured together with
Piglet and Tigger). She protested at that one. She rather enjoyed the
other clothes they bought, the made her feel all grown-up and sexy. But
this nightie was for children!
She was almost fifteen! Even the tag said that - 'Ages 10-12'. And it
was made for the height of girls of that age too - Mandy kept pulling
it downward as she stood barefoot in the small fitting room letting
David inspect her - her panties would show if she even moved a little!
She wished they would buy something more grown up, maybe something
satin and lacy; but David insisted on this - he told her she looked so
cutesy no
man could resist her. She blushed; David had that almost hungry look on
his face when he said that.
They left the mall but instead of driving straight home, they stopped
at a specialty store where David picked out some beautiful gowns and
dresses for her to try on - they were gowns that evoked images of
elegant ladies arriving in horse-drawn carriages at some stately manor
for a ball where charming lords and courtly princes would waltz with
them through the night in opulent ballrooms where sparkling chandeliers
hung from the ceilings and wall-length French windows opened onto a
ornate garden by a lake that sparkled under the ivory moonlight.
David told her that that picture was exactly what he had
in mind - he had planned two meetings for Mr. Aristides to meet her.
For the first meeting, they were going to go for the 'wow' factor. An
hour away from the city, there was an old manor house which had been
converted into an exclusive hotel and restaurant. The first meeting
would take place in that picturesque manor, where you could forget
which century you lived in as you wandered the ornate rooms and
corridors that were so full of old-world charm. They would meet and get
to know each other over dinner. Mandy would be dressed in the exquisite
dress that they had just bought; the midnight black dress bared her
lightly tanned shoulders, dipping down at the back until it came to her
hips; in front, elegant black straps held it up to cover her mounds
chastely, they hinted but did not reveal. The dress came to her
sandaled
ankles, giving glimpses of her delicate feet. First impressions were
critical and David didn't want Mr. Aristides to just meet Mandy the
everyday, teenage girl. He wanted him to have an encounter with Cinderella.
The second meeting would be a week later and David had not fully
planned it out yet. But that meeting was extremely important, even more
so than the first - Mr. Aristides would be paying the bill at the end
of the second meeting. It was going to decide whether the deal went
ahead or not. Would Mr. Aristides buy the girl? Or would he decide that
it was not worth the risk?
After shopping, the two of them drove back and they
soon arrived home at Parkside Gardens;
David let Mandy down at the front whilst he drove round the back to
park his car - an aging Nissan. David usually walked or took public
transport to avoid the congested city streets and impossibly scarce
parking spots, but it often came in handy on weekends like this. They
would meet again tomorrow for the photo shoot. David wanted to compile
the photos and other details of the deal so that he could send it to
Mr. Aristides as soon as possible.
He took the elevator up to his floor and trudged down the corridors
weighted down with the bags of clothes they had bought. Mandy didn't
want to keep them as her parents might ask questions if they saw all
those bags. He set them down when he got to his apartment unit. Hmm...
now what's for dinner? he wondered as he opened his fridge. Half-empty
shelves stared back. A bag of mouldy bread eyed him maliciously. He
took a bottle of pasta sauce out, opened the cap and sniffed it
suspiciously. It looked greenish although it was supposed to be a
tomato-based sauce. He put it back. He thought his eyes caught movement
coming from the back of the bottom shelf - he closed the fridge door.
Some things were best left unknown. The freezer was a better place -
subzero temperatures tended to prevent most things from growing. A box
of frozen pizza seemed safe enough.
His phone beeped. "Hello? Oh.. it's you... coming over?? What about
your
parents? Oh.. oh.. sorry to hear that.... Frozen pizza, I think.
Okay... See you."
Mandy's Great Aunt Hortense (were all Great Aunts called Hortense?) was
terribly ill and when she got home, mom and dad were packing already.
They were going to go away for a few days for to see her but Mandy
wouldn't be coming though, because she had school. The plane left in a
couple of hours and would Mandy be alright fixing dinner herself? Mom
and dad were out of the door in a hurry - Uncle Harry, who stayed in
the city as well, was driving them to the airport and he was waiting at
the front door already.
Mandy was at David's apartment in a few minutes and they were eating
pizza a few
minutes after that. It tasted like cardboard but it was probably safer
than the pasta sauce. It was only half-past six when they were done.
"You want to .. um... watch TV?" David asked. "I was thinking we could
take the photos today," Mandy said. "Oh, right," David said. He had
almost forgotten about that. He pottered around, getting the equipment
ready as Mandy changed into the clothes. Photography was one of his
interests; his skills had brought in extra income during his college
days. He was no professional when it came to model photo shoots
but
he had worked some summers in photography studios that specialized in
those areas. Hmm..
where has the other lens gotten to, he wondered as he rummaged through
boxes in the closet.
David set up a few spots around the house where the lighting was
adequate and any articles that might identify who he was and where he
stayed were removed. He handed Mandy a mask to put on. It was a
Venetian mask - the type people wore to masquerade balls - it was
silver and black with eye holes that revealed her eyes. It revealed her
face from her nose and below. He had already explained to Mr. Aristides
that since some customers wished for their girls to be publicly seen,
it was critical that no customer ever saw the whole face of the girls
until they were paid for; therefore, if they changed their minds about
buying them, the girls could still be sold to another buyer without
compromising the other buyer's position.
The first set of pictures saw Mandy posing in some of the clothes they
had bought earlier - the 'normal'
ones that didn't overtly make her look too sexual - T-shirts and jeans,
summer dresses, skirts, etc. She wore just a little make-up, it
highlighted her features without making her look older than she was.
She
looked delectable. Mandy was enjoying herself. She thought modeling
these clothes and being photographed was fun. David was enjoying
himself too; he thought Mandy would make a great teen model ; she could
probably become a professional if she wanted to but the money they were
going to make from their little scam would make any modeling contract
look like chicken feed in comparison. David instructed her how to
stand, how to sit and from time to time he adjusted her clothing and
told her what to do and what facial expressions to put on.
The next few sets involved the school uniform. Mandy felt really
naughty; and she acted it too. She sat on the floor with her knees
drawn up to her chest; she felt a gust of cool air hit her snugly
panty-clad crotch as her skirt fell back. Snap. She lay on her tummy
with her legs swinging in the air; the scandalously short skirt hiking
up just enough to reveal the bottoms of her cute ass cheeks. Snap. She
jumped up into the air, laughing; her skirt rising to show her slim
thighs. Snap. She sucked at a lollipop; her luscious lips closing
around it as it disappeared into the wet cavity of her mouth. Snap.
Eating strawberries. Snap. Drinking water from a glass. Snap. Oops! it
trickles down her chin and neck. Snap. Snap. The water inevitably
reaches her school shirt, wetting it. It clings tightly to her skin,
cold and uncomfortable. Snap. More water trickles down, soaking it; her
bra and skin visible. Snap. It's cold...brrr.... her nipples rise as
she shivers, little points jutting out as the wet shirt and bra tries
in vain to hold them back. Snap.
The camera focuses - Mandy in her swimming suit. It's so, so tight, it
doesn't just seem
like a second skin; it seems like its trying to wriggle in under her skin! Mandy felt
uncomfortable. Now-familiar feelings stirred in her tummy. They were
the same feelings she felt this morning, when she was sitting on
David's couch, legs splayed and panties wet; or later, as she shopped
with her girlfriends, her little cunny fluttering only slightly, but
relentlessly, keeping her edgy and hot all afternoon. Or when they were
in Becky's room and she had nursed Ling-Ling at her breasts, her mind
in a dreamy daze as she danced her fingertips over Ling-Ling's hairless
snatch. These feelings had started to waken again as she had posed and
displayed herself for David's rapidly clicking camera. Her nipples
stiffened as David focused; she imagined the camera cross hair to be
like a feather lightly tickling her as it traveled up and down her
young
body. The tightening of her rigid nubs made them stick out, pressing
urgently into the taut swimsuit material. Snap, snap, snap. The shots
almost captured the little buds growing in size. She stretched as David
instructed her to; her tight body taut as she stretched for the camera.
She noticed David zooming in to shoot her lower body. She peeked down
and blushed furiously as she saw that the tight swimming suit had
molded over her crotch, displaying every contour perfectly. The camel
toe that had formed showed off every detail of her immature lips; the
suit might have as well been painted on. She squealed and pulled her
thighs tightly shut. "David!! That was too slutty! No way are you going
to send that to the customers!" she yelled, her face bright crimson.
"No, no!" he spluttered, "I wasn't going to!"
"If you aren't going to, then why - " she demanded. It was David's turn
to blush. "Bring that camera over here right now!" she told him. He
handed her the digital camera and she quickly reviewed the shots they
had taken so far, especially the swimsuit ones. She had to admit they
were quite good. She looked
quite good, she thought to herself, proudly. Most were quite alright,
they might have come off the page of some teen fashion magazine. Some
were naughtier than that - there were flashes of panty and lots of
thigh but none were very revealing - they teased and enticed but did
not look slutty. Except for that one last shot that he had managed to
take before she closed her legs. The shots before that had been alright
- the suit had been ok up to the point when she stretched her body;
that was what had caused the already over-tight suit to cup her crotch
like a second skin. Her finger hovered over the erase button. She shot
him a look, "You promise you weren't going to send that to customers?"
He nodded. She handed the camera back to him. "Are we all done with the
swimsuit?" she asked. David nodded dumbly. She retreated to the
bathroom to change, taking care to keep her thighs chastely
closed. David swallowed as he looked at the LCD screen on the
camera; she had not erased it. She... did that mean she... didn't mind
him looking? The already present bulge in his pants grew even further
at that thought; he shifted his feet uncomfortably and adjusted his
pants.
As she pulled the swimsuit off in the privacy of the bathroom, she
noticed a dark patch had formed at the crotch. She touched it; it felt
sticky. That was not there a minute ago, she could swear! She wiped
herself dry with some tissue and inspected her crotch again. It was
becoming wet again quickly! She flushed, why was she getting all wet
and sticky so quickly? Was it because of the thought of David seeing
her little cunny? - albeit shielded by the swimsuit material that
revealed as much as it hid. She rubbed her legs together unconsciously;
she whimpered; rubbing her thighs together seemed to scratch the itch
and at the same time, it made the itch even worse. She wiped herself
once more before pulling on her clothes and panties - she hoped they
would stay dry long enough.
For the last set of photos, to go with the
nightie she was
going to be wearing, they would adjourn the photo shoot to the Watson's
apartment. They thought that her bedroom would be a more suitable set
for the photo shoot. Mandy's
bedroom had a very girlish quality to it; it was mostly decorated in
pastel shades and a collection of soft toys occupied her bed. David
recognized Mr. Bear, a generic looking brown teddy that she had been
holding the last time he was here in that room. Mandy popped into the
bathroom again to change
into the nightie.
As Mandy came out, David felt his crotch tighten
even more; the little Pooh bear nightie she was wearing for the final
set of photos barely covered her crotch. He got tantalizing peeks of
the panties she wore - he did a double take - she had on matching
Winnie-the-Pooh panties. "I happened to have matching underwear," she
said, "I thought they would go well together."
"But I thought you said you were too old for the Pooh bear nightie,"
David asked, confused. She blushed, saying, "Look, cartoon underwear's
fine ok? It's not like anyone would know. But a nightie is something
other people see, you get it?" David shook his head, smiling.
"Whatever... " he chuckled. She just looked too cute. He started
snapping shots of her from various angles. She even allowed him to take
shots of her crotch with her legs spread - once she had made sure the
panties didn't show what was underneath.
Finally,
they were done. David transferred the photos from the camera to his
laptop and they sat down together to inspect their work. They were both
very satisfied. The Venetian mask Mandy wore seemed to add mystery to
her in the photos; there was a subtle mix of cute, demure teenager and
a more mysterious and seductive aura that came as a result of that
exotic mask that hid the upper part of her face - an intriguing allure
that beguiled and bewitched.
Fifty of the best photos were selected and David put them together in a
file that contained details of how the deal would go. He would email it
to Mr. Aristides as soon as possible. But there was one last detail to
settle.
"Um.. Mandy, " he began, "I'm not sure how to ask this... you do
remember us telling potential customers that we guarantee virgins
right?" She looked at him and nodded. Of course she remembered; it had
been in that 'advertisement' thingy she had written and shown to him.
It had said "We guarantee only submissive, compliant virgins who have
never been with a man!! Or you have your money back!!!" Well, she had
gone a bit overboard with the exclamation marks, but that was beside
the point.
"Right, " David said. He swallowed and continued, they were on thin ice
here, "So... have you thought about how they are to verify that when
they meet you? And.. um... do you know for a fact, that you are provably virgin?"
Mandy looked at him, dumbfounded. That hadn't occurred to her. "Um...
they verify after they pay and when they.. err... when they do it with me? Right? Which means,
they don't get to verify it, because we'll have disappeared with the
cash by then. Right?" she asked, uncertainly creeping into her voice.
"Well... we did say we have a money back guarantee...." David said,
"But chances are they will want to make sure before they pay. You want
to check on the quality of
the goods before you hand over the money, right?"
"Okayyy," Mandy said slowly. "You mean, they are going to have to prove
to themselves that I'm a virgin? You don't mean, they are going to ...
to touch me do you?"
"Well.... not exactly touch. They'll need to at least take a good look
at you to make sure your hymen is intact. You may have to spread
yourself open with your hands so they can have a good look."
Mandy gave him a horrified look, "I have to show myself to those perverts??"
"Well..... I can't think of any other way... actually, there isn't
any other way, right? But it will be the only, I promise, the only time they see you there. Think
of it as a medical exam sort of thing. They are just
clinically examining you to verify that you are a virgin. Umm...
of course, I'm assuming your hymen is intact... it is, isn't it?"
"Uhmm... ah, well... I'm not really... um, sure," Mandy said in a small
voice. She was a virgin, she knew, but she'd heard that your hymen
might break from doing sports or something like that. The truth was,
she'd never really inspected herself that closely before. Her grandma
had
caught her idly touching herself there one day when she was about seven
and had told her she'd go blind if she did that. She stopped believing
that by the time she was eleven but she'd kept away from touching her
privates in any way except when cleaning herself. She'd never even
masturbated before her dream encounter with David. She was vaguely
familiar with her physiology but wasn't exactly sure which of her pink
bits, if any, was the hymen. She had just started using tampons. Did
that affect it in any way?
"You're not sure?" David asked. "Can you find out now?" he suggested.
It was important that they knew whether she was provably virgin or not.
She stammered a bit as she tried to explain to him, "David..... I...
I'm not
sure...how to find out."
"Look, Mandy, we need to find out. Don't be frightened, if you need any
help, just tell me through the door and I'll try to tell you what
to do." David tried to encourage her,"Hey, you've got to be comfortable
with looking at and touching yourself there before you let strange men
do it right?" he said, half-joking.
She shot him a look that said she didn't find that funny. She wondered
if.... no she couldn't. Mandy twisted her hair in a finger nervously.
"Um... David," she started to say,"I was wondering if..... if maybe...."
"What?" he asked.
"Um... I.... I have a .... a big favour to ask..." she was blushing to
the roots of her hair now.
"What is it? I'll do my best to help if it will make things easier for
you. I know this is not easy for you."
"Will you.... will you.... check it for me?
"Mandy's voice came out as a whisper.
David swallowed. "You want me to help you... find your hymen?" he
asked slowly. She nodded, her face blushing furiously. She twisted her
fingers nervously, not daring to look at him. Obviously, she trusted
him, he thought. Trusted him enough to let him touch her there. Right
here and right now, he wasn't sure he trusted himself not to throw her
on her bed and fuck her senseless amid her soft toys.
"Are you really sure you want me to do it?" he asked softly. She nodded
again. Then raising her head to look at him shyly, she said
timidly, "You did say I need to get used to men touching me there,
didn't you? It's probably better if you do it now; then maybe I won't
freak out when some stranger does it..."
"Okay... just relax... I won't do anything you don't want okay? Tell me
if you aren't comfortable with anything and I'll stop" David told her.
They were both sitting on Mandy's bed at that time, with the laptop
between them - they had been looking at her pictures. David pushed the
laptop out of the way and shifted
nearer. He rested his hand lightly on her knee and gave her a
reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. Maybe just a little
embarrassing, that's all," he said. She nodded for him to continue.
David's hand moved up her leg slowly, brushing her thighs; they felt
warm and silky smooth. She was still wearing that Winnie-the-Pooh
nightie and similar panties. Pooh Bear's smiling head decorated her
crotch. David smiled to himself; maybe he could make this a little less
threatening by making her laugh. David's hand stroked Pooh's head
lightly; Mandy stiffened and
then relaxed. "Hallo Pooh, I'm Christopher Robin. Can I come into your
house?" he said to Pooh's head. Mandy giggled. When he didn't go any
further, she replied, "Come on in,
Christopher Robin."
David's finger wriggled under the band of her panties. "Oooh.... it's
awfully dark in here, Pooh. I can't see you. Shall I open the windows?"
Mandy nodded, giggling shyly at the silliness. David pulled her panties
downwards and she lifted her butt off the bed to help him. Mandy
realized that this was the first time her little cunny was fully
exposed to David. He'd only seen her through the dream before and he'd
seen her panties many times, but never like this. Her cheeks burned as
he looked at her nakedness. David's hand returned to her bare crotch,
his fingers stroking the fine, downy blonde hairs, lightly caressing
the unfledged lips; playing havoc with her senses. He was spell-bound
by how beautiful she was down there.
"You have a delightful house, Pooh.... Ohh... and what's this?" David
asked in mock surprise as his fingers ran lightly over the moistening
slit.
"Wha.. what is it, Christopher Robin?" Mandy asked breathlessly; her
thighs clenched, her muscles and tendons taut at the feel of his
fingertips dancing over her sensitive pink bits.
"Why, it's ... it's a pot of honey!" David exclaimed.
"Ahahaha... " Mandy squirmed and laughed, "I knew I had some honey
somewhere, a full-pot too..."
"Mmmm.... I love honey too, Pooh. Look at all this yummy honey you've
got stored up in your house..." David's finger stirred the outer rim of
the heated honey pot constantly, the light and persistent strokes were
making the little pot brim over quickly. Semi-transparent liquid
trickled out as Mandy's virgin pussy walls clenched and unclenched in
her mounting sexual frustration. Her fourteen year-old body was raging
with the feelings that had been building up all day.
Mandy was flushed with a mix of both pleasure and embarrassment. She
couldn't believe the way her body was responding to David's touch. It
was as though sparks were leaping from his fingers and giving her
little shocks and tingles all over her pulsing cunny. But she needed
more. He should move his fingers faster! she thought. And he should rub
her on that sensitive little bud at the top too; but he seemed to be
almost deliberately missing it... Ahhhh! every now and then, his finger
grazed the swollen bud, as if by mistake. No... no..... don't go
away!!! Mandy's mind wailed as David suddenly seemed to be interested
in exploring the skin at the intersection of her crotch and her thigh.
It was ticklish and sensitive - a maddening itch that made Mandy writhe
on her bed, her fingers gripping the sheets till her knuckles turned
white. "Plu... Plea...uhhhh.....Dav.... ahhh..." Mandy gasped between
sobs.
"What is it, Pooh?" David asked innocently. Beneath the calm surface,
he was battling
with himself.
It was an easy enough task to check her maidenhead. He didn't even need
to
put a finger inside; it ought to be visible if he just spread her lips
apart with his hands. But the way she was responding made him so, so
hot. It was clear that she was enjoying it sexually. Should he go
further?
"Plea...se.... my... mu... " Mandy whispered incoherently, her mind was
fried with teenage lust.
David's finger traced a moisture trail from her
cunny, along
her untouched perineum and finally came to that puckered rosette that
winked as Mandy shuddered. "You've to tell me
what you want, Pooh....." he said as he started to tickle her young
anus mercilessly.
"Ngggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she gave a high-pitched whine, her body
arching. Wha... what was he doing?? Wasn't he just going to put his
finger in and locate her hymen? What did it have to do with all this?
Mandy's confused mind asked. But she didn't want him to stop. No, no!
She wanted him to stop....but the words wouldn't come out. Or rather,
they came out as, "Nnnnn....Uhhhhhhhhhhh...... ssstop... ah,
ah,ahahah... nononuhhhh..." Maybe just a little more... just a little
more wouldn't hurt.... she told herself.
David's hands suddenly left her for a moment. In a daze, she barely
complained as he gathered her up in his arms so that she sat on his
lap, her back pressed fully against the front of his body. Her legs
were spread, straddling his thighs, fully open and undefended as his
hands began the second wave of attack. "Wa... wait! You're just
supposed to find my ... uhhhhhhhhhh....." She started to protest but
was cut short as David gave her erect clit a gentle flick. She arched
her back, causing her soft bottom to press deeply into something hard.
Her face changed from surprise to realization and with a little yip,
she pushed her bottom upward and away from the hard object in alarm.
Her sudden movement startled David; it caused his finger, which had
been hovering around the edges of her cunny to slip inside the sodden,
sucking hole; the slippery wetness making it all the easier.
"Ohh!" Mandy's eyes opened wide as she felt the stiff invading finger;
she hurriedly pulled away, grinding her supple bum back onto David's
hardness. She felt his hot breath against her ear as a stifled moan
escaped his lips. She felt it wedged between her bottom cheeks; a rigid
hotness that insistently parted her bum; the rough material of David's
pants rubbed deliciously on her sensitive anus, making her shiver.
David's finger sought out her hole again. She tried to shy away but she
couldn't retreat anymore, her back was now firmly molded against
David's body. She tried to close her legs. David whispered in her ear,
"Have you forgotten, Pooh? I'm supposed to check your honey pot. To
make sure it's seal is still intact..."
"Seal...?" she asked, only half-understanding. Her befuddled mind felt
like grey fluff.
"Yes, Pooh. We're supposed to make sure this little honey pot is well
sealed. Now open wide like a good little bear." At the word this, David's finger slid in just a
little bit; little squelching sounds could be heard. Mandy's
embarrassment doubled and she reflexively clenched hard, pushing David
out again.
"Uhhh... uhh... Dav...." she squirmed on David's lap as his index
finger slowly tried to push in again. Every centimeter felt like it was
engulfed in burning, melty silk. The simmering, velvet walls clinging
to his finger, trying to hug it to death. His other hand gently
caressed her on the outside, drawing circles on her lips, on
her clitoris, her crotch shiny with girl-honey. His petting made her
legs fall
open helplessly, her body unable to resist the
sensations. Why was she responding this way? She
didn't know. Could he, could he be playing with her mind again?? But he
couldn't be doing that; he was wide awake! Or was he? How did she know
this wasn't a dream? Maybe they were both dreaming and he was doing
things to her in a dream... Mandy's confused mind felt like it was
shrouded in a thick, white fog.
"Just relax, sweetheart," he whispered seductively into her hair. He
breathed in her cool, clean smell. He nibbled lightly on her earlobe.
There was a tiny, little mole hidden behind her ear; his tongue felt a
sudden impulse to wash it. Mandy felt totally hypnotized, her muscles
untightening; she felt like she was lounging by the pool, warm and
toasty under the sun. She opened up like a good
girl to David's probing finger,
sighing softly as her internal walls adjusted to the inquisitive
molester. David felt his finger finally gaining
easier entry; it slid in just a little more and he was quickly able to
locate the thin membrane sealing her honey pot. Ahh.. there it was, the
little layer that encircled her vagina, with a small ring-like opening
in the
middle. She flinched slightly as he touched it. "Congrats, Mandy... I
hereby certify you as one hundred percent, authentic, virgin girl,"he
told her earlobe.
His finger started sliding out; he felt her cunny clenching, trying to
hold him in. "Nooo...." she sobbed desperately. "Pleaaasee....
David...." her voice was low and husky. He nuzzled her hair and her
earlobe, they felt like silk and velvet. "Shhh...," he hushed her,
"I'll give you what you need.." He slowly laid her down on her bed so
that she was lying on her back. He moved his upper body between her
slender legs. Mandy's eyes fluttered wide open when she his hot breath
hit her cunny like a blast of steam. No, no! What was he doing now??
She remembered the sight of Becky between Ling-Ling's legs earlier that
day.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered, her voice weak from the onslaught
of sensations and the embarrassment of being exposed like this. How
could she look him in the eye again, after he had seen her spread
lewdly like this, her cunny, now a sloppy mess, inches from his face.
"Why, I'm about to eat your store of honey of course, Pooh.... You
aren't going to keep it all to yourself, are you?" he whispered back
wickedly, a smile on his face - the smile of the cat that got the
cream; and what fresh and delicious cream it was. He blew lightly over
her lips making her cream further. His tongue flicked out to sample it.
Mandy thought she knew what pleasure was. She realized now she never
had a clue. She saw stars in her vision. Her little body shook and
rocked, as he devoured her. Her mouth was open and tears were streaming
down her crimson face but no sound came out. A star was going supernova
in her cunny; the centre of explosion being the shiny pearl that David
had teased out of it's hood with his tongue and was proceeding to roll
to to and fro between his lips and tongue. Sweet, golden honey dripped
down David's chin even though his tongue tried to capture as much of it
as possible. His fingers massaged her lips. His other hand slipped
behind to play with her anus, he had already seen how sensitive she was
there. A little rhyme from when he was little played through his head:
I
don't much mind if it rains or snows,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my
nice new nose,
I don't much care if it snows or
thaws,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my
nice clean paws!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Pooh!
Oh yes, he didn't know a girl could produce so much honey. It got on
his nose as he dived deeper, his tongue tunneling into her pulsing
flesh. His long, talented tongue lapped up the honey, channeling it
back into his hungry mouth whilst his lips mashed themselves into her
clitty, massaging it relentlessly. His tongue hit an obstruction in the
passage, it was her maidenhead, the one he'd just checked. He tickled
it with his tongue. He almost wished he didn't - Mandy's pelvic muscles
went into convulsions, crunching down on his tongue. Mandy bit the
sheets as she came yet again. They were like waves on the sea, no
sooner had one crashed over her, another came roaring up, catching her
unaware and driving her young body into more exquisite spasms.
She'd been denied of it all day, making her restless and edgy and now,
it finally came upon her like a great flood. Mandy didn't know how long
it lasted. She wasn't conscious of what was happening. She wasn't
conscious of how her wildly bucking hips ground her cunny into David's
mouth. Or how her vice-like anus eagerly accepted David's finger as it
violated her bum. She was unaware of her cries... as she writhed on the
bed, her hands gripping the sheets and her toes curling into little
balls. It felt like she was dying and getting reborn every minute.
As the explosions began to slow down, Mandy began to quiet down as
well. Her impassioned cries had reduced to wordless sobs. Streaks of
sweat ran across bare skin and the Pooh bear nightie was soaked and lay
scrunched up as far as her taut tummy. David sensed the change too and
he had withdrawn his all-out attack; he petted her lightly now, seeking
more to soothe and to calm than to stimulate. As she began to calm down
further, he drew up alongside her on the bed and held her in his arms;
she sobbing on his chest. He was hard and terribly turned on - he
wanted to slam-fuck her right there - but she was sobbing and shaking
like a homeless puppy, the waves of climax had broken over her leaving
her spent and exhausted, both overwhelmed by the passing storm and
basking in its afterglow at the same time. So he held her tightly and
pushed down his own arousal; just stroking her hair, her back, her
shoulders, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her swollen lips; enjoying the
feel of her soft warmness in his arms, and her hair tickling his nose.
Hmm... if he had known she was going to cum like the end of the world,
he should have gone slowly with her, he thought as he drifted to sleep
in her bed.