David woke up feeling slightly disoriented. Where was he? Last night came flooding back to him. He and Mandy had done the photo shoot after dinner and for the last set of photos involving Mandy in a nightie, they had gone over to Mandy's apartment - her bed and girlishly decorated room made a much better backdrop for the nightie costume. And then, one thing led to another and here he was in her bed the next morning.

 His arm was thrown around Mandy and he was snuggled up against her back. There was a strange feeling around his thumb on the hand that was thrown around Mandy. It took him some moments before he realized that his thumb had somehow ended up in her mouth; in fact, she held his hand there like some milk bottle and was suckling his thumb contentedly. Her luscious lips formed an 'O' around his thumb, her tongue resting gently at the base of the thumb as her cheeks hollowed in slightly from the sucking action. The wet, sucking sensation was not unpleasant and though she did it completely innocently, it easily gave rise to not-so-innocent thoughts. A certain part of his anatomy pressed hard against her bare bottom - her short nightie had scrunched up further during the night - only his pants offered her some protection. But he restrained his primal instinct (the one that said, "Mount her now and propagate the species!") and settled for just lying there letting her suck his thumb - it felt strangely soothing and he heard himself sigh with contentment. Mandy stirred.

He had mixed feelings about her. On the one hand, she was a completely desirable girl. But she did seem rather young for him. Certainly, in the eyes of the law she was. And there was Julie too. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of Julie. He liked her very much and after what they did on Friday, it seemed as though they were about to start a relationship. But here he was, on Sunday morning, lying in his neighbour's bed. They hadn't exactly fucked but they had done just about everything else. And she was suckling his thumb now- that felt so erotic to him, he figured it had to count as a sexual act too; in fact if it were to be any more erotic, the state would have to declare it illegal.

He felt her stirring again; she was waking up. Her mouth moved around his thumb, inquisitively tasting it - what was this in her mouth? Then a startled, "Mpphhhhh!!" as she realized what it was and spat it out quickly. "Blushing is the first thing you do in the morning?" David's voice came from behind her, he could see her ears go red even though her face was turned away. He marveled at how easily she blushed, even after all the intimate things they had done together so far.

Mandy turned around to face him, still red. She knew she sometimes sucked her thumb while she slept and she had thought that it was her own thumb that she had been sucking this morning. It didn't feel quite right though, and as realization slowly came upon her sleep-muddled brain, she was completely awake in seconds. She blushed because sucking his thumb seemed such an intimate act, even if it was not overtly sexual - like bathing someone else, for example.

"Were you awake all this time? Why didn't you pull it away?" she asked.

"Well... you were sucking it so contentedly, I thought you'd be unhappy if you didn't have a thumb to suck on."

She was suddenly conscious of how close he was. And they were in the same bed - her bed, actually. It felt weird waking up next to someone else. Her blush deepened; she decided to make a break for it. "I think I'll go use the bathroom. You can go get breakfast if you like," she said as she started to get up. Her hand accidentally brushed against something hard under the covers. She heard a sharp intake of breath from David. Her eyes widened as she realized what the hard object was.

"So.. sorry," she stammered. "Did I... did I hurt you?" she asked timidly. She heard him gasp lightly, so she wasn't sure if touching it had hurt him.

"No, I'm fine," he replied.

"Are you always so.... hard all the time?" she asked haltingly, her curiosity was piqued.

"No.. no, I'm only hard sometimes and this is one of those times."

"Is it... is it because of me?" she asked, her eyes looking at him shyly.

"Well... to be honest, yes. Since last night... you know..." he tried to explain. Well maybe not the whole night, but he had woken up twice in the night to find his hardon nestled between her legs or pressing into her warm back. He had probably been hard most of the night at least.

"Oh... you poor thing," she said, sympathetically. She remembered that he had given her a shuddering climax and then they had fallen asleep. Which meant that he hadn't gotten his turn. Had he been hard for her all night? She asked, "Does it hurt?"

"A little." Why won't she just go to the bathroom quickly instead of questioning his condition? At least he might be able to relieve himself secretly whilst she was away.

"Can I... can I .. maybe.. I could help you .. somehow?" she stammered, blushing again. The third time since she woke up, he thought to himself. Not that he minded, she looked really cute when she was embarrassed; the red flush looked really fetching on her cheeks. But he was touched that she wanted to help him out. He expected her to flee to the bathroom as soon as she woke up. After all, she hadn't exactly been a willing participant last night. He knew she had enjoyed it, but in a way, he had seduced her. Or at least, he had taken advantage of her naiveté. And he had teased and titillated her till she had surrendered. He felt a little guilty.

"Look Mandy, you don't have to feel you 'have' to do it. I'm fine. Really."

"But if I want to, can I?" she asked coyly, sliding closer to him. She felt very curious today. She had never seen a real, live penis. And he had seen all of her already, hadn't he? Even parts she couldn't imagine in her wildest dreams that he would want to see (who would want to see - and touch too - the place where she pooped?)  It hardly seemed fair that she had never seen him unclothed before.

"Take it off," she said softly. But it was like a command. He pulled his pants off. His hardon tented his boxers. He suddenly felt very naked before her. Her small hands pulled at his last line of defence and the boxers came off; his cock swinging slightly as it popped into view. She giggled, "It's cute."

Cute?? He felt his ego pricked. Hard, manly, BIG would be good descriptors - he was seven and a half inches after all - but cute? Was she describing fluffy, pink kittens? His thick, veined and ribbed manhood was anything but cute.

He opened his mouth to protest but what came out instead was a half-groan. She had started petting it like she would a fluffy, pink kitten. Since when did kittens come in pink? a small part of his brain asked. Shut up, the rest answered.

"You like that?" she asked inquisitively.

"Hold it like this...." he told her, his hands teaching her to grip him properly. Her hands looked impossibly small compared to his large stiffness.

She giggled again. "It feels soft and hard at the same time. And it moves - like its alive!" she said. She moved her hands up and down like he had instructed, but she was gripping him so gingerly it was hardly enough stimulation; it just added to his frustration, teasing him.

"Grip harder,"he said, "It won't hurt me if you hold it harder."

She squeezed. "Like this?"

He moaned. Half in pain, half in pleasure. "A little more gently. And move your hand up and down."

She jacked him off slowly. He encouraged her saying,"That feels great, Mandy... yeah... keep doing that."

"Your testes are all wrinkly," she commented; her other hand softly stroking them, feeling the pebbly surface. The feathery touches made him pulse madly. A translucent drop appeared at the tip of his glans.

"Oh! What's this?" she asked in surprise. She bent forward to look, her long, blonde hair inadvertently falling over her face. They fell in cascades over his cock, his balls and thighs.

"Ahhhh..." he yelped. It was like tickle-torture with fine, silk running over your most sensitive parts. David's cock leaked precum. "Don't.. don't... " he managed to groan out. He couldn't take any more of that.

She quickly caught on. "Oh, so you like this do you?" she said slyly, "I'll do it again, ok?" She slowly and deliberately shook her masses of lustrous, golden locks over his cock again. Her tresses flowed like waves over him. He writhed in agony and pleasure. She giggled girlishly at his reaction. How he had tortured her last night with his tongue. She was going to give him a dose of his own medicine! What if she used her tongue too, she wondered. I bet that would make him beg for mercy, she thought, smiling wickedly. But she was too shy to try it. Licking someone where they peed seemed so icky. It felt delicious though, she thought, as she remembered him licking her yesterday. He had deliberately licked at her pee hole, the opening to her urethra. It was such a naughty thought, just thinking it gave her shivers. She realized her cunny had gotten slippery again without her noticing.

She lifted her head to look at him. "Are you alright?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice. His eyes were closed and he was shaking slightly. The feel of her hair on his skin was as light and cool as falling snow-flakes yet it made him burn. It was only enough to tease and tickle, not to satisfy. His cock throbbed at the denial and deprivation of its pleasure.

"Don't stop, please...." tension was in his voice as he referred to her hand that had stopped jacking him. He was so near.

"But it's no fun just moving my hand up and down like that," she complained. It was boring after a while. She wanted to play with it differently. She playfully ran her fingers up and down to feel and explore the little bumps and crevices, the veins and ridges. She liked to see the way it jumped and strained at her when she did that. David moaned, what was she trying to do to him? You could drive someone mad like this!

Her little fingers grazed the tip where beads of murky-white liquid had formed. She examined them curiously. Was this his semen? She rubbed her finger in a circular motion against the slit where they had come from, spreading the liquid over the tip. David twitched and bit his lip to suppress himself. All he had on his mind right now was to grab her and push his hardon deep inside her. Yes, to push, push, push, push and push until he got his Satisfaction. Just like the song.

Which he knew, he could not do. Firstly, she probably wasn't ready for this. Well, for all he knew, half her class in school was probably already fucking around but Mandy seemed so innocent and naive; he didn't want to take advantage of her - why, they were almost complete strangers until two days ago. Secondly, he had not the presence of mind to bring rubbers along (it was a photo shoot, damn it; you didn't bring condoms for photo shoots) - he didn't think he was ready for fatherhood just yet. She certainly wasn't ready for that either. And lastly, he had a significant 'financial interest' in her virginity. They needed it to make their scheme successful.

Which was why he felt all but powerless as the teenager tormented him - not that she was doing it intentionally. It was amazing how her most innocent actions were so loaded with eroticism that it drove him up the wall with arousal. Or perhaps she was not so innocent after all? Was she knowingly teasing him, knowing that he wouldn't and couldn't fuck her? He had had enough of this.

Mandy squealed with surprise as David suddenly rose up from the bed and grabbed her in his arms. He pinned her down on her back, his body on top of hers.

"David! Wha... what are you doing?" she asked. His sudden move frightened her. She looked into his eyes. She was startled. His eyes burned. She suddenly moaned as she felt something large and hard probing her cunny lips.

"Wait... wait... are you going to - ?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Why, would you like me too?" he replied, smiling wickedly. He rubbed his glans up and down her slit; it sent tingles up and down Mandy's spine and it felt really good for him too. He was surprised that it was already so moist. So, Mandy had gotten all worked up from touching him, he thought.

She closed her eyes and blushed. Although she neither nodded nor shook her head, the half-shy, half-hopeful expression on her face was unmistakable. Shit, she really would let him have his way with her, David thought. That turned him on even more; his hardon grew even larger - he didn't think it was possible. He was poised to take the plunge into her depths. But he must not!

He groaned in despair and rolled off her body. "We can't!" he said.

"But... why not? Don't .... don't you like me?" she asked, disappointed. He turned to face her and was startled to see her eyes glistening wetly.

"Of course I do, silly. I like you very much! I would very, very much want to do this with you," he drew her closer with his arms, pressing her head into his neck.

"Then why not? Is it because we need me to be a virgin for our scam?"

"No! It's just that... it's just that we shouldn't be doing this so soon. I mean, you barely know me. And you're a lot younger than I am... you may regret this later. Not to mention the fact that I might knock you up too..."

She considered this for a while, then cocked her head to look at him. "You may be right. I'll think about it. But... but.. right now, do you think... um... do you think we can do something ... like yesterday?" she asked timidly.

".... "

She still wanted to do this? he asked himself. Well, they had already done what they did last night. They wouldn't be going any further than where they had already gone. But he didn't want to just eat her out again. As much as he liked that, he desperately needed relief too.

"We can try this...." he said as he rolled her over so that her back faced him. He pressed the front of his body against her back. Mandy felt his rigid maleness poking through her thighs as they spooned. She stifled a giggle; it felt slightly ticklish as it waved and brushed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. She moaned in appreciation as she felt him grinding his palm into her crotch. The new sensation made her cream into his hand. He kept moving his palm in a circular motion, sometimes pushing it gently into her cunny, and sometimes pushing it in firmly. She ground herself back into his hand. She had felt the little tingly need in her tummy since she began playing around with his penis and it had built up steadily. Watching his reactions to her hands and fingers (and hair too!) as she had toyed with his hardon made her itch and yearn. She was loving the feel of his palm on her right now and the tide of girl-slipperiness indicated this.

David slowly spread her girl-honey all over her outer lips, over her perineum, and even on her anus. She twitched at the feelings, but she didn't try to protest as she did yesterday. She was like a docile little lamb in his hands. He appreciatively murmured in her ear, "That's a good, obedient little bear..."

"Here, keep your thighs together and put your right hand here like this," David instructed her to put her hand just in front of her crotch. She didn't quite understand what it was for but she did it anyway. Suddenly, she felt his cock slide in along her ass cleft and past her tightly closed thighs. Aided by her slippery girl cream, it slid along her outer lips - oh! how it made her tingle - and finally butted into the palm of her hand, which was positioned in front of her crotch. It was like a tunnel - her ass cleft at the back, her closed legs at the bottom, her cunny lips at the top and her hand at the end of the tunnel.

As he slowly pumped in and out, he instructed her on how to hold her hand such that when his cock slid into the 'tunnel' her hand could push it upwards so that the top of his rod would grind into her sensitive cunny lips. This she did, and she would simultaneously push her cunny downwards too. Her still maturing cunny lips began to swell - inflamed with passion - and they trapped his cock between them as she pushed them downwards onto his cock whilst her hand pushed his cock upwards. She was reveling in these new sensations when she felt his hands reach round the front and under her disheveled nightie to rub her little breasts. Mandy felt David's fingers tease and pull at her nubbins until they poked out rudely. He mauled her pretty breasts, feeling the mounds deform in his hands as he squeezed and worked them like a baker working the dough. And the dough was rising - her breasts were swollen and heavy from this unprecedented stimulation. She leaned back onto his strong chest, enjoying it. She wished she was facing him though, she felt like she needed something to hug, to cling to. She pulled Mr. Bear, her favourite soft toy, to her body with her free hand. He had been sitting at the head of the bed, just above their heads, making way for her new bed-mate but now his owner pulled him close and buried her face in his furry tummy.

David pumped into the tunnel they had created with her body. The angle was all wrong so he couldn't possibly penetrate into her cunny by mistake. And it was not all that tight. But it felt so naughty. And it felt so nice.  Her hand would give the swollen tip of his cock a little squeeze each time he rammed into her and her cunny lips would kiss him all along the top of his rod; and every time he grazed her little anus, she flinched, her ass cheeks clenching his cock. He could feel Mandy's hot body creaming liberally all over his cock. Her honey juices and his precum mixed together to form a slippery combination that coated both of them. Wet squelching sounds filled the room.

He didn't have to worry about hurting her since he wasn't actually inside her, so David's pace started picking up; soon he was slamming into her hard and fast from the back- something he had wanted to do since last night. Actually, it was something he had wanted to do since he first laid eyes on her delectable form. Mandy enjoyed his slam-fuck even more because now the friction of his pumping manhood against her pussy lips as well as the vibrations from his fucking had increased greatly. And his glans kept bumping into her now protruding clitty, igniting a flare of pleasure that ripped through her sweating, writhing body. She oohed and ahhed as this strange new way of making love with a guy - one that she had never imagined in her wildest dreams - pushed her further and further towards the edge. Her sweet buns pushed back into David's groin.  A new sound could be heard - David's sacs slapping obscenely into the back of her smooth, creamy thighs.

Mandy's incessant squirming made it all the more pleasurable; David liked the feel of her body rubbing against his. However, just as David thrust hard, Mandy's squirming caused the tip of his stiffness to lodge itself onto her opening - the very end of his cockhead entered her virgin cunny by half an inch. Already David could feel her cunny opening milking his glans - it was all he could do to stop himself from deflowering her with one powerful lunge! Mandy yipped as she felt his glans stretching her little opening; the feeling of her labia parting and his burning stiffness at the door of her virginity made her whimper.... it felt soooo good! She wanted more... she wanted to feel all of him inside.. but she couldn't do that! She wasn't ready to go all the way with another man yet! Her cunny disagreed - come on in! - her cunny beckoned to the stranger at the door, pulling at him seductively with silken muscles.

As she argued with herself, David exercised every last ounce of self-control he had to slowly pull back. Mustn't fuck her, mustn't fuck her, mustn't fuck her - his mind repeated it like a mantra. He withdrew with extreme reluctance; he felt it pop out of her moist, churning cavity. Mandy felt it too - David's manhood was suddenly gone from the rim of her sex hole and it felt like a terrible vacuum; a vacuum that emptied her of all rationality. She whined wordlessly; she needed it, craved it, thirsted for it - her body responded subconsciously by pushing backwards towards David's retreating cock. Her little pussy mewed to be filled anew as it bucked backwards in an indecent rutting motion.

As fate (or the author) would have it, David's withdrawing cock was just outside her backdoor when Mandy chose to buck backwards forcefully. David's solid cock and Mandy's little anal flower were both so slippery with love juice that the former slipped into the latter with one fluid motion. It slid in to the hilt. Mandy's finger nails dug into poor Mr. Bear's furry head.

Both their mouths opened into a soundless 'O' at the same time. Mandy's puckered, brown hole opened it's delicate, little mouth into a surprised 'O' too. Last but not least, David's piss slit opened up into an 'O' as it parted to spurt thick gobs of sperm into Mandy's secret place - or as some authors like to call it - 'where the sun don't shine'.

David didn't miss a beat as he doused her seething anus with load after load of white gold. Mandy's expression was inscrutable as she felt David pulsing deep inside her. A strange heat filled her rectum. It didn't hurt partly because David's manhood had a double, no, triple coating of her girly cream; and partly because he had started spurting the moment he entered her backdoor and was still happily spurting deep inside her. There was more than sufficient lubricant in her. But he felt big, so, so big. And she felt full, so full. Her poor sphincter was stretched to its limit. His sperm - it had to be his sperm - she thought, felt like a liquid heat that sloshed around her insides. And his pulsing stiffness was like a velvet rod caressing her innermost places.

He hadn't pulled out or pushed any further in since they had ended up in this awkward position. Both of them were perfectly still, the only motion happened deep inside Mandy where David's firehose was twisting madly as it sprayed. After a while, she felt him exhale. He leaned closer to her ear and asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?" He wanted to pull out but he was afraid that would hurt her as well.

"Not really," she said in a small voice. There had been a brief flash of pain, but it had been minor and short-lived. It was more the surprise and sudden inward pressure that had stunned her. And he still felt stiff as a poker inside her; hadn't he just orgasmed, she wondered; or was she mistaken?

"You aren't?" he asked, surprise in his voice. "Are you sure? I'll take it out and we'll examine it properly, ok?" he was still worried about her. He had already begun to withdraw from her.

She hissed with pleasure as she felt his cock gliding along her rear passage. "No! Don't take it out... " she said insistently. David mistook her hissing for pain. He stopped immediately. "Was that painful? Did I hurt you?" he sounded panicked. She half turned her head to smile at him. "I'm really ok, David. I ... I want you to... start moving."

Slightly relieved that she wasn't in terrible pain, David said, "Alright, I'm going to pull it out completely now."

"No!" she protested. "I didn't mean move it out.... I meant.. I meant...I meant, you can... move it in and out like before..." she said, the last few words were barely audible. She was still too shy to tell him exactly what she wanted. After all, it was her anus they were talking about! Anal sex was, in her mind, something only sexual deviants, rapists and other miscreants did - you didn't think, much less talk about it. She wasn't even sure what exactly to say. The words in her mind were, 'you can bugger me' but that sounded so obscene she would die of embarrassment before she said that.

David couldn't believe his ears. Was this one of his realistic dreams? Not that he was complaining, Mandy's sweet ass clenched him like a milking device. No sooner had he emptied his cock of sperm, blood and heat had filled it up again, making it as erect as before. It was his fear of hurting Mandy that made him want to stop. But she apparently wanted him to continue... how could this be?

"Are you very sure, Mandy?" he asked again in disbelief. She responded by pushing herself up against him, embedding his half out cock deep inside him again. Her bum muscles flexing involuntarily at the motion, wringing his cock delightfully. "Please Davy...? " she said, her voice sounded half pleading, half playful. It made him throb madly. She was begging him to sodomize her virgin anus. And she'd never called him Davy before.

“Okay, I’ll go slow, alright?” David said and she nodded. David gingerly pulled out; every inch of the journey was beautiful; her butt muscles gripped him like a silken clamp trying to keep him from pulling out. He retreated until only the tip was inside her, then he paused, hesitating.

“Do it,” she said softly. He wished he could see her face from the front as he began to push very slowly in again. He sliced into her bottom like a boat cutting through water. Her anus was a steamy, melty, buttery place. It contracted and stroked and massaged him like it had a mind of its own. He was addicted already. He not only wanted to fuck it, he had a sudden mad desire to eat it, lick it, and worship it with his tongue. Her tush was soft and full, he loved the feel of the twin moons cuddling his pubes as he langorously sawed in and out of her fanny. He reached in front to massage her cunny and her clitty as well; he wanted her to enjoy it fully in every way; he wanted her to climax in her pussy and in her rectum as he buggered her.

David’s cock rippled through Mandy as it moved, eliciting pleasure from nerve endings she didn’t know she had. Those nerve endings were trying to overload her brain. Her cute little toes curled and uncurled repeatedly as she bathed in the buzz that was engulfing her. She could feel her orgasm building as David’s root plowed into her pert derriere. A flush had spread from her ears and cheeks to her neck. It was not just pleasure that was making her flush. Part of her felt so naughty and dirty, she was ashamed of herself.

A lot of complex emotions were going through Mandy's overheated mind at the moment. Last night, she had been apprehensive at first but had eventually succumbed to those wonderful things he had done to her with his fingers and tongue. This morning, she hadn't wanted to take things any further. She had wanted to escape to the bathroom, leaving David in bed. But when she felt how hard he was, she felt apologetic for having caused his hardon and for not having helped him cum the previous night. Her sympathy gave way to curiosity and she ended up exploring and playing with his stiff, hard cock. And that had caused her to become so horny that she was soon willing to do whatever he told her to do as long as he made her explode in those delicious feelings like he had last night. At that point, she had almost been willing to let him take her virgin cunny. But he had decided to do that funny little thing where she made a 'tunnel' with her thighs, hands and cunny lips for him to thrust his manhood through. It was entirely by accident that he had ended up in her anus, but oh, it felt so good!

And what's more, when he offered to stop, she had betrayed herself by telling him to continue. The part of her that nobody had ever touched - heck, not even she had touched the insides of her rectum before - David was now molesting that part with his burning poker. And it felt so hot she didn't want him to stop. She knew she was going to climax just from being buggered. The social stigma of anal sex made her burn with humiliation. Only a complete slut, a whore would delight in being sodomized.

In her confusion, she hugged Mr. Bear tightly to her breasts for comfort, rubbing him against her body. In her hyper-sensitive state, Mr. Bear's soft fur felt so good against her turgid nipples and passion-inflamed titties. Oh, she felt like such a dirty girl! Even poor Mr. Bear was no longer the innocent soft-toy of her childhood - she was making him into her sex-toy!

Her body had betrayed her further. Her hips were moving of their own accord, her hips were gyrating and grinding back into David. She was rutting into him like a bitch begging to be mounted by any stray dog that passed by. The scent of her heat was undeniable; it filled the whole room - it reeked. And her tush was moving like one of those totally rude rap music videos where girls danced obscenely  - 'shakin their booty' - it was called. She was fucking her own ass on David's pistoning rod. Her pert bum met his thrusting pubes, banging into each other. And she loved it. Did that make her like one of those dancing girls in the music video? Would she be shaking her booty if some fat, black rapper was plowing into her now instead of David? She gasped and buried her face in Mr. Bear's head. The humiliation and shame burned. Oh Mr. Bear, what should I do? What should I do? she wailed.

David suddenly felt Mandy's small frame shaking with sobs. He was still slightly concerned about hurting her and had been moving at a slow pace. When he saw her crying, he pulled out immediately. He turned her over and held her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby? What's wrong? Was it hurting?" he asked gently, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. She shook her head, still sobbing a little. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Come on, you can tell me."

"David...," she said between sobs, her eyes reddened. "Do you think.. do you think I'm a slut? Because... sob...because I like being... sob.. being... sob... " she couldn't get the last word out - buggered.

"No!" he said. "You are not a slut. You're the sweetest, most wonderful girl I know," he told her firmly.

"You... you think so?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.

"I know so. Just because you like sex or even anal sex doesn't mean you're a slut. Those are perfectly normal things between two people who love each other."

Did he truly love her? Truly, truly love her? he asked himself.

She gave him a long, hard look. Suddenly, she buried her head in his neck and hugged him fiercely. He hugged her back. Whether he was truly in love with her or not, he didn't know, but she was certainly growing on him. When she hugged him and looked at him like that, he felt a weird, happy feeling that he couldn't quite express. They hugged tenderly like that for some time.

 "Can we.. um.. can we continue where we left off?" her small voice whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his earlobe. "Okay, sweetheart," he replied. He hadn't minded the brief intermission even though he was now eager to resume. Whilst part of him burned with lust and passion and was raring to go at it again, another part was somehow reluctant to end their hug. Somehow, the moment they had just shared seemed even more intimate than the petting, licking and anal sex had been. He now felt a new tenderness in him for her. Moments ago, he had merely been fucking her ass. Now, he was going to make love to her anus.

He sat upright in her bed and moved her to straddle him from the front. They faced each other as she sat in his lap; his penis, now at half mast, mashed between their bodies. He kissed her tenderly, savouring her lips, her nose, her brow. She kissed back, her arms still tightly around him, as though she didn't ever want to let go. His fingers fondled her budding breasts and tender nubs; they quivered as he playfully tweaked and teased them. His hands traveled to her ribs, lightly running his fingers over them. She flinched, and gave a half-snort, half-giggle.

"Are you ticklish?" he asked, an evil glint in his eyes.

"NO! I am not ticklish!" she shook her head resolutely. But he already saw the fear in her eyes.

"No! no no teeehhee..... no... no... don't .. hahahaa..... " she giggled helplessly as his fingers began to wander her ribs with a feather-light touch. She squirmed so fetchingly in his lap, the outer lips of her wet cunny and the soft buns of her tushy making his cock engorged with blood again. Her hair flew in golden waves as she shook her head desperately to get him to stop tickling her. His delighted laughter joined her girlish giggles as his fingers boldly tickled her on her sides, the underside of her arm and on her smooth, hairless armpits.

"Are you ticklish? Tell me Mandy, are you?" he kept asking as he made her dissolve into fits of giggles.

"Teehhehehe.... hahaha... hehehe.... I am! I am ticklish.... hehehehe.... oh, stop Davy... hahahaha...."

She called him Davy again. He looked at her giggly, ticklish expression, the clouds of tears and confusion that were there a short while ago had vanished. He kissed her again. "Do you want me to tickle you on the inside again, hmm?" he rubbed her bouncy butt as he said this.

"Uh huh," she replied. She lifted herself off his lap slightly, waiting obediently for him. David's finger probed her behind for a minute, making sure she was sufficiently lubricated and loosened. His earlier cum was still inside, leaking out slowly; it made her all slippery and slick - he should have no problem going in. He aimed his hardon upward where her winking anus was and he told her to sit down slowly on his cock. She gently settled her bum on his stiff rod, feeling it stretch and fill her up. David was glad they were doing this face to face this time. He loved to see her expression. It was one of intense concentration and pleasure. She sure loved taking it up her rear, he thought.

Soon she had taken all of him up her fourteen year-old derriere. His hands held her waist and he slowly lifted her - he lifted her small, compact body off him easily. She half-squatted on him, her own legs helping support her weight as well. Her eyes were glazed as he began to pump her up and down.  Twice this morning, her nearing climax had been interrupted - first when he had accidentally slipped into the 'wrong' hole and the second time was when she had started crying because of her internal turmoil and confusion. The nice, tingly feelings were returning now as she felt David sliding in and out of her - like a big turd going the wrong way - but so much nicer! The stretched feeling was ecstacy. And her cunny too was being mashed against David's pubes, making her ravenous with lust. His stringy pubic hairs were tickling her cunny lips. She pressed her supple body against his so that her clitty would be smashed tightly against his pubes too. Sensing what she wanted, his hand reached down and massaged it for her. She cooed in his neck. Her tight, little bum danced on his cock. She was so near, so near. Any minute now.

David's breathing quickened too. Her deflowered ass was so tight and slippery he felt like he was going to erupt any moment. Mandy's body suddenly crunched down on him. He thought she was going to castrate him with her rectal muscles. Her sphincter ring tightened like it wanted to cut off his blood. She was cumming harder than she had ever done. It wasn't just her little cunny cumming, her whole body - her well-molested anus, her dainty feet, her slender arms, her tightening tummy, her heaving titties, her pleasure-contorted face and her overstimulated clitty-bud - she was going to implode and explode at the same time.

A wicked thought occurred to David in that split-second moment as Mandy started cumming. His naughty fingers suddenly started stroking her ribs lightly. It was like pure electric running through her body. She wanted to shriek with laughter and roll on the bed as he tickled her. But impaled on his cock and battered by her climax, she could only twist and sob helplessly as the two battling sensations - laughter and orgasm - racked her tortured body.

"Ahhhhhhhahahahaa..... no.... no ... Dav... heheheteehhehe..... ahhhhhhhhhh.... DAvy... nooooo...." Mandy gasped, her body bouncing and twisting; her hair flying wildly; her face a mask of laughter and pleasure as David's fingers mercilessly tickled her sides and her sensitive underarm. Mandy lost it as the intense pressure of her blossoming orgasm combined with David's relentless tickling ripped through her.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE - " she gave an ear shattering scream and suddenly cut it short half-way by biting down hard on David's shoulder.

The surprise of that bite shattered the last vestige of self-control David had. His cock erupted violently and Mandy's bottom reciprocated by sucking every last drop out of him. Her sodomized ass was like a vacuum pump that pulled the sperm out of his balls and past the urethra until it blasted out of the tip.  Mandy could feel her anal muscles milking David as he groaned in pleasure and pain into her hair; she could feel her anus churning his sperm as if it was trying to pull it deeper and deeper into her until his semen made his way up into her tummy. Mandy's continuing orgasm seemed to last forever. Her brain was a swirl of colours as her head fell weakly on David's shoulder. The first peak had passed but she buzzed with pleasure as she rode the plateau of her climax.

Was she a slut for enjoying this? she asked herself. David didn't make her feel like one. He made her feel special. If she was going to be a slut, she decided, she was going to be David's slut - his and no one else's. Mandy ground her rear passage into David's cumming cock - she was going to cum hard on his cock. Her fingers massaged her clit; they were a blur as they buzzed over her pleasure bud - her climax was beginning to rise again into another mind-blowing peak. Mandy felt it rising from the depths of her tummy; it loomed over her like a tidal wave. As David bottomed out in her tight passage, the giant climax crashed into her. She was determined to be David's slut. She was going to be his little bugger-girl. She was going to cum hard on David's sodomizing cock. Her orgasm hit her like a tropical hurricane. David cried out as she bit down hard on his shoulder again, marking him with her teeth just before she lost consciousness.

Soon after, David's spent body collapsed on the bed. He gingerly pulled out of Mandy's limp body. White fluid seeped out of her brown hole and David examined it closely for any traces of blood to check if Mandy was hurt in any way.
David looked over at Mandy Watson's sweat-streaked body proudly; she had a rosy sheen on her body. He stroked her hair, admiring her as she slept; she had a beautiful, satisfied look on her face. She was no longer a 'vestal virgin'. Well, technically, she was still a virgin. In her vagina, anyway. Mmmm... he was going to look forward to that. Till then, he had her buttery ass to enjoy.

Mandy recovered some minutes later. Whew.... was it going to be so intense every time? Wasn't this the second time she'd blacked out whilst they did it? She looked around her, the bed was empty. David walked into the room drying his hair with his shirt. He had just come out of the shower, wearing only his pants. Mandy looked at his undraped upper body, liking what she saw; he was well-toned and lightly tanned. He sat down on the bed beside her head. "Shall we go get brunch after this?" he asked her, his hand lightly touching her hair. She nodded. She would go and take a shower first, she felt all sticky and sweaty. And David needed to go home to get a fresh change of clothes.


An hour later, they left their apartments. As they made their way to the elevator, they passed little Tassie, Mandy's seven-year old neighbour who was playing with her dolls in the corridor. Mandy said hi to the bright, blue-eyed, girl whom she occasionally babysat. "Hello Mandy," Tassie replied cheerfully. "You were screaming really loud la'th night," she said very matter of factly. David and Mandy turned crimson. "And thi'th morning too," she told Mandy, lisping cutely. The thin wall that separated Mandy's room from Tassie's room in the apartment next door obviously wasn't very soundproof. Mandy got down beside Tassie.

"Now, Tassie, what have I told you about lisping before?"

"Not to do it?" Tassie looked at her innocently.

"That's a good girl. And good girls keep secrets too don't they?"

Tassie's large eyes darted around to make sure no one else was nearby. She nodded eagerly. You can trust me with secrets, her face said.

"Then don't tell mummy and daddy about any sounds you hear from my room, okay? They don't know right?"
Tassie shook her head. Mandy bribed her with a lolly produced from somewhere in her handbag and promised to come by to play some time.

The two continued on to the elevator. Not far from the Parkview apartments were some cafes and it was in one of these that they sat down to brunch. As they began eating, the news programme on the TV in the corner started reporting about hundreds of pigeons that had flocked to the mayoral residence in the night. David choked on his orange juice. Mandy looked up at him with concern; he was looking with interest at the television, absent mindedly dabbing the juice that had run down his chin.

Most of the pigeons had left by morning but the roof was white with droppings, the reporter on the news said, and the mayor had been up all night because of the incessant cooing and scratching coming from his roof. Local scientists could not offer any explanation for the strange behaviour of the birds. The mayor was proposing tougher bird control laws whilst bird lovers vowed to defend our feathered friends.

"Did you have anything to do with this?" Mandy asked in a low whisper. The amused and smug expression on David's face as well as his sudden interest in the nocturnal habits of pigeons made him look very suspicious indeed. David told her about what he had done last night. Mandy was rather surprised. She didn't know he could control simple animals. And apparently, drunks, drug junkies and maybe mental patients too. She looked at him in a new light. She wondered, in amusement, if he drank blood too. That seemed to go well with controlling creatures of the night.

She gave him a questioning look as she noticed he suddenly looked slightly worried. He caught her look and replied, "I was hoping to get something else out of the pigeon prank though; I have always suspected that there may be others like me out there. I was hoping to use this to draw them out into the open..."

"You mean they will look into this pigeon thing to see who was behind it? But what if they do actually find you? We don't know if they are going to be friendly or unfriendly people," she asked.

David nodded, "Yes, that's why we came up with this elaborate teen-girl smuggling setup in the first place. Most of the simple schemes like...um.. ," he shrugged his shoulders," Maybe just reading the details of thirty bank accounts off their owners and transferring all the money into some offshore bank - something like that would have attracted lots of attention. But I realize that I can't just live in the dark without knowing if there are others like me out there. I would be looking over my shoulder all the time."

Mandy nodded and he continued, "So I decided to find them whilst making sure they don't find me. I got this idea when I noticed that you can't enter another mind without affecting it to some degree. You leave a kind of mental footprint on that mind, just as they leave a subtle footprint on yours. With humans, this is usually quite undiscernible, unless you spent a very long time in that mind. This is because human minds are incredibly complex and any footprint I leave is almost lost among the rest of the detail. But with animals, especially simple ones, you are bound to leave a distinctly 'human' mark in that animal, a mental trace that is very un-animal; it simply won't be there if no human entered that mind. So, if others with abilities like me snoop around the pigeons in this city, I will know - it would be as clear as footprints in the snow."

Mandy shook her head, "But if they snoop around inside those bird brains, they will see your footprints as well."

David chuckled, "I am hoping that they will think like you. Did you think I really had the patience to direct hundreds of pigeons, one by one, to gather at the mayor's house? It would take maybe.... twenty? thirty?... people like me working from nightfall to dawn to do that."

Mandy's eyes widened, "Then how did you do it?"

"Well, there happens to be several large owls that have taken up residence near the city. If I keep shifting between the several minds rapidly, issuing commands to whichever mind I'm in at the moment, I can control several of them at the same time. It's certainly more difficult than controlling one, but it's achievable with some practice; I did it with four owls. I simply rounded those pigeons up like dogs rounding sheep and got them to gather on the mayor's house. Of course, no one notices a few owls when the air is thick with pigeons."

She snorted with laughter, "I would never have thought of that."

"Well, I did grow up on a sheep farm. The pigeons were like winged sheep; they don't behave very differently. So, from now on, I will choose a few pigeons everyday and examine them for traces of human meddling, which someone who is looking for me by inspecting those pigeons is sure to leave."

"But you will leave signs of yourself in those pigeons you examine," Mandy said.

"I'll just tell them to fly really hard into a window or something," he shrugged. "If someone is looking for me, they will have to go through a large sample of pigeons before they can conclude that probably none of them were meddled with. On the other hand, I only need to sample a few to detect that someone is checking the pigeons. This also means I can cover my tracks easily - no one will notice five pigeons dying in a day - but if they kill all the pigeons they examine, there'll be hundreds dying, which will also be a dead give away."

She looked hard at him, "It's a bit complicated but I think I get it. There are thousands of pigeons in the city - they are quite a pest - so they will need to check at least a few hundred to confirm whether someone controlled the pigeons that landed on the mayor's house. They only need to find one pigeon with your footprint to detect you. But if the pigeons they check keep showing no signs of having been controlled, it is possible that they may have picked, by chance, pigeons that were never controlled. So they need to check a large number before it becomes obvious that none of the pigeons in the city were ever controlled."

She took a deep breath, "But because they need to check so many pigeons, it becomes very likely that you will pick a pigeon that they also checked if you just choose a few pigeons everyday and inspected them. So your setup makes it easy for you to detect them and difficult for them to detect you - in fact it's impossible for them, since you can cover your traces and they can't," Mandy shook her head, "You sure think complicatedly. I bet you've 'taken care' of the owls you used as sheep dogs too."

David shrugged and said, "First thing I did. For all this trouble, I sure hope someone turns up."


The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. David sent an email to Mr. Jules Aristides after brunch containing the best photos of the 'Mandy Collection' as well as details of the deal. He then went to the movies with Mandy and they had dinner after that. That night, they snuggled together - in his bed, this time. She had come to his apartment and made herself at home without saying anything more. She plonked herself on his bed and soon fell asleep. David didn't want to wake her, she seemed tired out; so he just got in beside her, suppressed his desire and went to sleep. He had some pigeon checking to do.