The Dreamer (Part 7)      by dolphininthesky

story code: solo, panty fetish, MF, fff-teen, toys

    An email arrived for Mr. Jules Aristides, his computer letting out a little beep. It was from the people who had first contacted him yesterday afternoon; the man who called himself Genie. Mr Aristides opened it with trepidation. It contained a letter and some attached pictures. His pants tightened at the sight of those pictures.

"If Mr. Aristides was satisfied with the product model they had carefully handpicked to suit his tastes," the email wrote, "two meetings would be arranged. In the first, Mr. Aristides would dine with the product and have the opportunity to interview her. Due to privacy concerns, both Mr. Aristides and the product will wear masks during the interview. The interview will last two hours and will be of a non-sexual nature although some flirting may occur. A chaperone will be provided." The email reiterated what they would deliver - a beautiful teenage girl who was intelligent yet brain-washed and conditioned to willingly submit to their owner's every whim. Fourteen year-old Elizabeth (refer to attached pictures) was the product that had been chosen for Mr. Aristides based on their advanced customer profiling, segmentation and predictive modeling process. If Mr. Aristides was in any way dissatisfied with the product, either from the photos or from the interview, other product choices would be made available.

"If the first meeting goes well, then the second meeting would be arranged. Mr. Aristides would personally inspect the quality of the product - that it was a virgin girl. If he was satisfied, they would exchange the product for the payment - five hundred thousand in used notes of twenties, fifties and hundreds. Once payment is made, Mr. Aristides may unmask the girl and do as he sees fit with her."

Mr. Aristides felt the amount was fair. He had made some discreet inquiries and had discovered several syndicates that abducted teenage and preteen girls from Third-World countries and smuggled them into the country. These syndicates however, had a distinctly inferior product offering - or at least, inferior from his point of view. They offered either struggling wildcats that needed to be personally 'broken in' or pre-broken fillies that had a crushed spirit and a vacant stare. The pre-broken ones were usually broken after being used and abused by so many men that he felt they probably carried some STD of some sort. He had no desire for either type.

This organization however, charged a premium but it seemed that they had some special conditioning methods that they used to prepare their girls. On the outside, they would appear to be bright, intelligent and perfectly normal young girls but they would submit to every whim and desire of their owners. As Mr. Aristides reviewed the photos, he was happy to see that 'Elizabeth' had a sweet, shy and slightly playful look that indicated that she was everything they promised she was - certainly, there were no glazed, vacant stares from her.

In fact, this organization had promised that their girls were ready and perfectly safe to be introduced to the outside world. You could adopt them as daughters - all the necessary paperwork would be done by their contacts in the relevant government departments; you could send them to school, bring them to parties etc. etc. , which was certainly more attractive to him than what you had to do with girls you purchased from other syndicates - those had to be chained up in secret, underground cells their whole lives. That may appeal to certain people, but not to him. He didn't want a mere plaything. He wanted a daughter. One that he would also be his willing plaything, of course.

Their claims were impressive, and if true, justified the amount they charged. Of course, people could claim anything they wanted to. But he would be given a personal interview with 'Elizabeth'. It would become perfectly clear then whether their claims were unfounded.

He quickly sent an email to the one called Genie, saying that he was satisfied with their selection. A reply came almost immediately. The first meeting was to take place this Wednesday at 7pm at the Birch Manor Hotel. He had been there once - it was a quiet and exclusive hotel and restaurant some distance from the city. It was a refurbished eighteenth century manor house situated by a beautiful lake and unspoiled pine forests.

In the privacy of his large oak-paneled study, Mr. Aristides looked hungrily at the pictures of Mandy. She looked so mysterious behind that beautifully crafted Venetian mask. And so innocent and shy too. In some pictures, she was visibly blushing as photos of her bared thighs and white panties were taken. Her beautiful blonde mane, cute features, thin and maturing body and her impish appeal reminded him of his daughter, Giselle. He could not wait till this Wednesday when he would get to meet 'Elizabeth'.

Sitting back in his leather chair, Mr. Aristides slid his tailored pants off, letting them fall to the plush carpet underfoot. He had aged very well; he was a distinguished looking gentleman in his mid-forties with greying hair and a silver-dusted moustache. His straight back and well looked after physique put to shame many men twenty years his junior. His pants and underwear now dropped down to reveal his strong, powerful legs. And between his hairy thighs was a monstrous package which was a source of pride and also, much headache for him - he had not been getting any from Mrs. Aristides for years because she hurt when he put it inside. And even then, he could only get seven of the nine inches in. But it was the girth of that giant tube that really made her scream bloody murder.

But Mrs. Aristides was far from his mind as he massaged the growing serpent between his legs. His eyes raped little 'Elizabeth's' tender young body as she posed and exposed herself for the photos. he imagined her unbuttoning her shirt shyly to show him her growing breasts. His eyes bored into the panties she flashed so coyly at him. The final set showed her in a Pooh bear nightie and - he couldn't believe it - a matching pair of Pooh bear undies. With trembling fingers, his hands reached for a drawer he normally kept locked. He kept a secret stash here. He fumbled about and drew out an exactly similar pair of panties! It was unmistakable - the same silly grin from Winnie. Except that this was Giselle's! He usually kept one or two pairs of freshly worn ones here. He sneaked them into his room from the laundry and sneaked them back after two or three days to replace them with fresh ones. Neither Giselle nor the housekeeper ever noticed; Giselle had so many clothes and sets of underwear it was impossible to keep track of them. Actually, Mr. Aristides did keep track, but no one else did.

He lifted up the thin and delicate piece of cloth to inspect it; it was a pair he had sneaked away only this morning and he had yet to look closely at it, a task he enjoyed immensely. It was light blue with Winnie-the-Pooh's grinning head decorating the crotch. Little bunches of pink and red flowers sparsely dotted the rest of the cloth. His heart throbbing, he turned it inside out to reveal the fabric that hugged her dainty pubes. There was a small yellow stain there. He pressed it to his nose; it had the sweet, musky smell of teenage sweat, pee and pussy cream. He sniffed hard, his hand jacking himself off. He masturbated to his daughter's sweet aroma like he had everyday since she turned thirteen and he found himself suddenly conscious that she was developing into a beautiful young woman. But this time, he was moaning the name 'Elizabeth' instead of Giselle. His tongue snaked out and he sampled the salty, addictive taste of virgin daughter cunt. He erupted like Krakatoa - the powerful muscles of that monstrosity that hung between his legs spurted his cum high into the air. Some landed on his desk, while a lucky rope of sperm found itself dribbling across the computer screen, dripping over Mandy's sweet face in the photo on the screen. Mr. Aristides exhaled loudly in content. He was looking forward to this Wednesday.

Knock, knock.

"Daddy? Daddy? Are you in there?" a melodious voice called out, muffled by the thick wooden doors that separated Giselle Aristides from the scene in her daddy's study. She tapped her little foot impatiently. She was going swimming in the large pool their house had. She wanted Daddy to join her. At fourteen, she was still very much Daddy's little girl and she loved nothing better than Daddy's company. Coming from a rich family, she was very sheltered by her parents and had never dated before. Even her shopping trips with girlfriends from school were accompanied by muscular men in dark suits and darker glasses who did their best to look innocuous whilst standing around in the lingerie department.

Mr. Aristides gave a start. She was here! "Wait a minute sweetheart," he called out. He hurriedly wiped the sperm off his computer screen, table top and cock with Giselle's panties -the feel of her silky panties on his cock made it give one last squirt -  and stuffed it back into his secret 'panty drawer'. He quickly pulled up his pants and crossed over to unlock the door.

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    Monday. And back to work. David sat down behind his desk and booted up the computer. It was 8.50am; work started at 9.00am. The door opened and Julie came into the cramped, little room that they shared. "Good morning, David. How was your weekend?" she said cheerfully and leaned over his table to give him a quick peck on the cheek, her lovely red hair falling over as she bent. He got an eyeful over the top of her blouse - her firm, creamy globes snug in a lacy, black bra. She gave him a wink and settled down behind her desk. Just then, Mrs. Chan, the ancient secretary Mr. Eastman had, rapped the door sharply and entered, as usual glaring at them disapprovingly over her horn-rimmed glasses and bringing with her a heap of files and papers - their work for the day.

Throughout the morning, David had trouble concentrating on his work. He tried to keep his eyes on the computer screen, but they kept wandering past the screen to where Julie sat opposite him. She seemed to have acquired several distracting habits over the weekend. She would bring her pen near her mouth and press and stroke it along her seductive lips just as she had kissed and teased his aching shaft the Friday before. She seemed to enjoy tweaking the top two buttons of her blouse, loosening them and then doing them up again. And she kept winking at him. David's pants felt too tight for comfort.

When lunch hour finally came, they hurriedly grabbed something to eat before making it back to their office. Locking the door, David shafted Julie right there on the carpeted floor. He hiked up her short skirt revealing the tops of her sexy black stockings and black thong that clung to the moist lips underneath. He pushed the thong aside, not even bothering to take it off and tested the waters with a finger. "You're sopping wet,"he remarked to Julie. She sighed,"That's what you get from teasing yourself the whole morning."

"I thought you were teasing me," David said, unzipping his pants.

"Teasing me teases you," she said before realising she wasn't making much sense. "Oh, forget it...  less talk and more action, please," she said, opening her legs whilst she lay there on her back.

David obliged her. He pierced her, splitting her like a ripe peach. The rich juices spilled out, glistening beads running along the very lightly fuzzed skin of the peach. It had a fresh, fruity aroma to it. The two halves were luscious, soft and juicy, and full of vitamin C - but I got carried away with the peach. Back to the action - David's tool was slightly curved upwards, like a banana, and it pressed into Julie's G-spot with each thrust. It mashed into it deliciously, making Julie's manicured, red nails claw at David's back. Her cunny was a delicious sight - it was like a serving of peach melba: the lips were parted like a split peach; with raspberry sauce and vanilla ice-cream dripping out from the insides. Julie's nipples popped out like succulent red currants; even with the bra and blouse she was wearing, the little bumps were visible.

"What is that?" Julie demanded. Her voice stopped David in mid-stroke.

"Eh?" he looked up quizzically, his hardness only halfway inside her.

She was looking at his shoulder. He glanced down. Fuck!  There were two little red marks on his right shoulder.

"AHHH!!" David cried out as Julie bit into his other shoulder without warning. His arms, which had been supporting his weight whilst he fucked Julie, gave way and his body descended on Julie, pushing his hardness fully into her and crushing her beneath his weight at the same time. She gasped at his powerful thrust into her and at his weight on top of her.

"Getofme! Icantbreath!"

David lifted himself up again."What was that for?" he protested.

She pointed to the twin marks on his right shoulder and then to the one she left on his left, "My mouth is wider than whoever made those two."

David struggled to come up with some half-decent explanation.

"You're busted, buster!" Julie said and punched him lightly on his chest - she didn't want to punch too hard or he'd land on her again.

"Um... wait.. I can... " he tried to think of something quickly -  rabid five year-olds, vampire bats... none of them sounded convincing.

"You can explain? I'm not sure I want to hear any tall stories, buster." She felt slightly angry. But her constant arousal the whole morning and the large banana splitting her peach right now was driving her mad with lust. She squeezed him with the muscles of her tunnel and her legs wrapped around him and pulled him fully in. She demanded, "What's her name?"

"Mandy... uhh..." the name slipped out. The sensation of Julie squeezing him powerfully and pulling  him in made his mind go blank. It was more effective than any truth serum.

Mandy... the name rang a bell. Didn't she meet someone called Mandy - her little sister, Becky's, friend - on Saturday? Nah... it would be too much of a coincidence; there must be thousands of Mandy's around. Her legs loosened their grip and David pulled away, his hips working on automatic. Still, Julie thought, that would be pretty hot. She imagined that hot little blond teen lying helpless in bed whilst David slammed into her - as he was doing now. David lunged forward, his spear pinning Julie onto the carpet like a butterfly in a collection. "Uhhhh....." Julie moaned, "How old is she?" Julie was way more experienced and talented than any teenager, her love muscles could grip and massage a man's cock like a second mouth. Or a pair of oiled hands that lived in her vagina.

"Fourteen..." David groaned. Shit! his mind went. Did he just say that? Julie could see to it that he was waiting in a police cell before lunch was over.

How many fourteen year-old Mandys were there? Probably hundreds. But Julie's pussy spasmed wildly as she imagined David nailing her sister's friend and spurting up her boiling virgin snatch. Maybe his cock still had traces of her juices on them when he arrived at work - juices that he was now depositing inside her own hot little box. Julie arched her back and hissed like a cat. "UHHHhhhhhhhhhhh....." she moaned as she climaxed.

David was horny and confused. He knew Julie was going to let him have it. But she was climaxing hard at the moment. And the sensations of her powerfully contracting love canal gave even Mandy's virgin ass a run for it's money. He started to spurt uncontrollably into her. As he did that, he suddenly found himself in that heightened state of awareness that he usually sensed only when he was dreaming. He could sense vaguely Julie's mind in front of him. He had first encountered this when he was with Julie last Friday. Whenever they were close to a climax, he could somehow sense and enter her mind. At first he had thought that this was one of the conditions for his ability to become active - the other condition being when he was asleep. But he then found that this never happened when he was with Mandy. It was a mystery that puzzled him and he couldn't even begin to guess what the reason for it was.

As the two sweaty bodies writhed on the floor, their juices leaking down to stain the carpet, David slipped into Julie's. He was shocked. She was very turned on by the idea of him and Mandy, even though there was a hint of jealousy. And what was that? She was feeling slightly guilty too - a torrid scene came into view. After Mandy and Ling had left Becky's home last Saturday, Julie had gone into her little sister's room and practically raped her. Well, not really - Becky was a very willing participant - but she had punished her little sister's privates with her long, flexible and talented tongue, sending her into orgasm after orgasm until Becky begged for mercy. And then Becky had reciprocated by licking Julie until she creamed her sister's pretty face.

It turns out that Julie had first introduced Becky to sex some years ago and they had been doing some very un-sisterly activities regularly until recently when Julie started working. She had repressed her sexual drive and thrown herself into her work until last Friday, when David's mental and emotional assault, combined with the best shagging she'd ever had released that pent up flood. Julie's sexual hunger returned with a vengeance, and, when she visited her family (she had moved out to stay alone) the next day and found her sister and friends emerging guiltily from their own little sex romp, she was driven to distraction with horniness. She jumped her own cute little sister at the first opportunity and the two siblings had had a very incestuous and lesbianistic afternoon together.

David never realized Julie was such a sexual animal. Since they started work here, she had always been professional and reserved in every way. It seems he had unleashed her on an unsuspecting world.Well, what's done was done. And he'd do it again. As his stiff rod came inside her, he began the little 'exercise' he had first discovered the last time they did this together. Using their mental link, he channeled the sensations of his orgasm and arousal into Julie's mind, driving her to greater heights of climax. Those increased sensations washed back into him via their link, pumping up his pleasure even more. His enlarged pleasure was then fed back to Julie, boosting her delicious ecstacy up to the stratosphere. The cycle repeated, both of them in a rutting frenzy as their sensations seemed to increase and heighten without bound. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......" they both screamed, not caring if anyone heard them. The world went white....

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    The darkness was all around. Pinpricks of light surrounded David; like stars in deep space. He was familiar with this place; he knew that what appeared to be stars were the minds of humans and animals; if he concentrated on it, he could approach one of them and enter it. He had noticed previously that minds in people who were nearer to him were easier to reach whilst minds that were far away - maybe someone living in another country - took longer to reach.

But right now, he sensed a mind that was nearby - in fact almost immediately next to him. He turned. It was a bright ball of light. But he vaguely sensed that it was neither of human nor of animal origin.

David, we have met once before, only you do not remember it.

Strangely, he did not feel alarmed or surprised. It did seem as though somewhere inside him there was a glimmer of recognition, as though he had in fact met this mind before.

"Who are you?" he asked.

We are the Artifact. We first entered you some days ago, on the night of the day you call Thursday. You will not remember it, but it was then that we first showed you how to unlock your Source; that which gives you the new abilities that you now have.

"Why don't I remember?" he asked.

Your Source was small and weak as you did not have sufficient energy at that time. We had to lend you  a certain amount of ours in order for you to have that first dream. We are an entity constructed from mental energy, we could not lend you very much or we would cease to exist. But you have been diligently gaining new energy, we are happy to say. Because of your weakness and exhaustion at that time, you were unable to recall our first meeting. But you will remember this one due to your increased strength.

"I don't quite understand. Where did you come from? What are you? How have I been gaining this energy?"

We are an artificial entity constructed long ago - you may think of us as an ancient artificial intelligence. Long ago, before the ages your records of history tell you of, the world was ruled by one Empire. It spanned from the East to the West and from the North to the South, and it was ruled by the Emperor and his nobles through powers that you have only had a taste of so far. There was prosperity and peace for a thousand generations. But then, there came an era of great geological and climactic upheaval. Great floods, the movement of continents and plagues of all kinds wreaked havoc on the Empire. In those times of trouble, the nobles turned against the Emperor and the Emperor against them. Plots and subterfuge further destroyed the political system of the Empire.

The Emperor distrusted his human advisors and constructed three Artifacts to advise him instead. We do not possess corporeal bodies, so we inhabited the minds of three corpses - we animated the corpses, since their original owners had already left them - and we served the Emperor wholeheartedly, for such was our design. By our advice, the Emperor destroyed the nobles completely. But because of the natural cataclysms and the battles between the Emperor and his nobles, the Empire had weakened beyond cure. Another rebellion was already underway - this time, by the subjects of the Empire - and the the Emperor, who had been weakened by the struggle with the nobles was assassinated. The Artifacts were destroyed. One was buried and the other burnt, and those Artifacts perished with their host bodies. But we, the last Artifact, were on board a ship that was sunk and we found ourselves being eaten by the beings of the deep.

"Fishes?" David asked.

You would not know of them as fishes, they are beings that swim the deep no more. And it was then that we found that we could inhabit the mind of the one that ate us. If more than one creature feasted on our former host, we could choose any one of them. And if only one creature ate our host, then we had no choice. We observed silently for we could do no more. Unlike our creators, the humans, we do not have the powers that you are capable of possessing. We are only advisers. So for millenia, we wandered the depths, being transferred along the food chain. And on the night of Thursday, the Dory we last inhabited was consumed by you and we found ourselves in your mind.

We intended to stay silent in the beginning, as we had done for so long. But our design compels us to give you our service. We were created to serve the Emperor. He is no more. But you take his place. It is our raison d'etre.

David nodded mentally. It was slightly overwhelming, yet it seemed familiar, as though he already knew all of this. Which he probably did - they had already told him this last Thursday - the night when he had first found himself in Mandy's dream - hadn't they? It was just that he had forgotten.

Concerning your last question: You have been gaining your energy through your sexual encounters with your womenfolk. It is a concept that has survived to this day - light and dark, man and woman, yin and yang. The sexual energy released during the union of male and female is captured and stored in your Source of energy. The largest amounts of energy are obtained when you copulate with the woman in her vagina and less are obtained from other sexual acts. That is why your unions with the one called Julie sometimes resulted in your mind being able to enter hers even whilst you were awake - the burst of energy then heightened your abilities-  whilst your encounters with Mandy have not resulted in this effect yet.  At the moment, your strength is insufficient and your abilities are manifest only when you are asleep and your mind is no longer divided between controlling your abilities and the other tasks it has whilst you are awake. When you gain sufficient energy in your Source, the mental powers you have now, and others beyond that will become available to you all the time and not only when you sleep.

We have thus far been channeling the energies released during human union into your Source for you but we believe that you are now strong enough to do this on your own. That is why we are meeting you now - to instruct you on this. It will give you a greater understanding of how your powers work and you will benefit greatly from this. We also counsel you to greatly enlarge your harem and to take as many wives, concubines and slaves as possible. 

"What? Wait... I .. I can't do that..." David protested. The Artifact's point of view seemed almost medieval. Did it think women were some sort of energy generating farm?

We understand your concerns but it is necessary for the increase of your energy. It is a time honoured tradition. The Emperor must keep a large number of women. The last Emperor that we served obtained his energy from five thousand wives and concubines, not counting the number of slaves he kept. That is why he was the most powerful man in the Empire. We understand from your memory stores that kings and emperors over the ages have held fast to this tradition even though they neither understood nor benefited from its significance as a source of power.

"Hang on.... I'm not exactly the new emperor or king."

You are the Emperor. It said it with a finality that David knew arguing would not change. The Artifact seemed to serve an Emperor as a reason of existence, he realized that he could not easily change its mind.

"Ok... ok, maybe I'm your emperor or whatever, but there's no point in gaining all that much energy is there? There are no plotting nobles, no hostile mobs - I just need to gain enough power to live a good life. There's no need for five thousand wives is there? Heck, I might contract AIDS by accident if I sleep with every woman I met," David tried to reason.

The Artifact seemed to hesitate and David thought for a moment that he had won it over, but it then said: The Emperor must have an Empire. Power is needed to defend it. We are not certain but we have seen, through your eyes, signs of other forces in this world. We are unsure as we know only what we remember from millenia past and what we have seen through the eyes of fishes and of yourself.

"Wait... you mean to say there might be hostile people with powers like this out there?"

We understand that you have considered this question as well. We are unable to provide an answer at the moment. But there are indications from your memory store that the Cult of Elements may be active to this day. In the days of the Empire, they were outlawed and almost stamped out but the beliefs and practices of certain groups in your society today appear to be similar to those of the Cult.

"Tell me about this cult." David said.

The Cult of Elements believes in the derivation of energy from the elements. Whilst we feed our Source with the energies obtained from human union, the Cult claims to derive its energies from the water, or the earth, or wood and other naturally occurring objects. During the last days, members of the Cult were leaders of that civilian uprising that assassinated the Emperor. They were said to possess powers that are somewhat different from what we know. We are unable to verify these statements as we were away from the Capital at that time - which is also the reason why we were not destroyed together with the other two Artifacts. These beliefs seem to be held by certain groups today even though there is little evidence in your memory store that members of these groups possess powers of any kind. In any case, the trap that you have set with the pigeons may be able to provide us with more information.

After David had digested this information, the Artifact began to tell him how to channel the sexual energy that was released during sex into what it called his Source. Once it taught him how to detect the energy Source inside his mind, he found it easily - it was like a warm ball of heat in the back of his mind; you could not find it easily unless someone taught you how but once you knew where it was, it was within easy reach. He felt little coils of heat, like wispy tendrils, in the region of his loins. The Artifact told him that that was the sexual energy from his sex with Julie. Little time had passed, it said, between his last conscious moment and the current moment as their entire conversation had taken place in David's mind at the speed of thought. It showed him how to slowly draw those little tendrils towards his Source. They wriggled energetically and he had to concentrate hard, using his mind to control and direct them as they tried to squirm out of his grasp. The Artifact then showed him how to slowly feed them into his Source so that the energy tendrils would become a part of him.

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    David woke up from his trance-sleep to find himself in the middle of an intense orgasm. Julie panted under him as she cummed on his spurting cock. He could feel the tendrils of energy spreading out from his cock in every direction. Quickly, he began gathering them mentally and directing them to that warm ball of energy inside him. It took some effort, and the pleasure of his orgasm made him just want to sit back and enjoy it - but he concentrated hard and soon collected all the energy released. As Julie and David basked in the rosy afterglow of sex, David sensed with satisfaction, that the ball of energy inside seemed to have grown slightly in size.

As they recovered their exertions, Julie grilled him about Mandy. He told her everything as he did not sense hostility in her mind when he had entered it during their sex. But he didn't tell her that it was the same Mandy that Julie's sister, Becky, knew. That might lead to questions about how he knew about Becky (she had never told him much about her family) and other difficult questions which he couldn't answer without telling her about his abilities.

"Are you jealous?" he asked Julie. She looked up at him with those glittering, emerald eyes, "I am jealous of you! Are you going to keep that hot little teen all to yourself? Or do I get to meet her?" The implications of that made David's cock rise again. As David began to slide into her sopping pussy for a second time, Julie admitted to him that she had been attracted to girls as well as guys since she was a teenager. In fact, most of her sexual experiences had been with the same sex and she had always enjoyed doing it with girls more than guys - until she met David. She had done her best to control her urges and to put all her efforts into work, but David seemed to have a strange effect on her - every time she saw him, she got all hot and turned on.

Fucking him was a mind-shattering experience. And the thought of fucking him and his little teenage girlfriend blew all her fuses and had just given her an even stronger orgasm. Did he mind her 'weird' tendencies, she asked. David told her that he didn't - in fact, he liked it very much - and his red-hot, rampant rod that was now pumping into her juicy and tender parts at that very moment was proof of how much he liked it.

Both of them came again soon and they had to quickly tidy themselves up as lunch was almost over. The rest of the day flew past quickly and David invited Julie over to his house after work. She would get to meet Mandy then, as Mandy's parents were still away visiting her Great Aunt Hortense and Mandy was going to come over after school and have dinner with him.

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    Amanda Watson hurried along the corridors, clutching her books to her breasts. She was late for class. She pushed open the door to the classroom. Mr. Whitman, her rather cute Geography teacher, was standing in front of the class, just about to begin the lesson. She quickly took her place at the front row, between Becky and Ling. They gave her a smile as they saw her and she felt a slight sense of déjà vu as she sat down. But she shook that feeling off - she was not going to play with her Mickey Mouse pen and expose herself to Mr. Whitman - that happened only in dreams!

A movement from the corner of her eye distracted her momentarily. Ling was shuddering slightly; her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table. Her thighs were clamped together tightly. She remembered that the smile she got from Ling had been rather weak and forced. She turned to Becky, who sat on her right. Becky gave her a mischievous wink. As Mr. Whitman turned to write on the board, Mandy passed her a note. It said - You didn't tell her??

Becky shook her head, her mouth open as she laughed silently. Her hand opened slightly to show Mandy the little white remote inside. Her finger flicked a button. Mandy heard a very faint but distinct whimper from Ling. Becky slipped Mandy a note - Don't worry, she's wearing the most absorbent sanitary pad on the market today. And I even brought extras.

Mandy found it hard to concentrate in class. She was aware of Ling-Ling suffering in silence. Her fidgeting, her clenched fists, her squirming legs, the perspiration beading her brow - they told of the sexual storm raging below the surface. The thin and delicate Asian teen suffered greatly that day. Mandy was getting aroused too by her beautiful and sexually innocent friend; she felt a tell-tale girl-slipperiness between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together in frustration.

Mr. Whitman was puzzled. Ling Chen was a conscientious student who always gave her full attention to the lessons. But something was obviously wrong today. He had asked her if she was feeling unwell and if she wanted to see the school nurse but she had insisted that she was fine. As he continued teaching, even he felt distracted by her constant fidgeting - he couldn't ignore her even if he wanted to as she sat right under his nose. Suddenly, his nose noticed something more - a faint scent wafted up. He knew what it was; he could tell female arousal when he smelt it.

He looked suspiciously at the three girls sitting in the front row. They were closest to where he stood . Rebecca Ashworth looked innocent enough and the flush on Ling's face seemed to indicate that she had a fever even though she vehemently denied it. Amanda Watson on the other hand - she had one hand on the geography book on the table but her other hand was under the table. He couldn't quite see what it was doing but it seemed to be making small motions constantly- could she be? Heavens! She couldn't be touching herself in his class could she?

In fact, Mandy wasn't touching herself in class. The hand under the table held a little white remote control that Becky had slipped into her hands when Mr.Whitman was looking the other way. Mandy's heart beat faster - her finger hesitated over the buttons - she was sorely tempted to press it and watch Ling squirm. There was a surge of both arousal and power - she literally had poor Ling-Ling under her thumb. There was an 'Up' and a 'Down' button that presumably controlled the strength of the vibrations. And there were five other buttons that controlled the variations to the type of buzzing. A little sheet of paper that Becky had given her together with the remote explained what the different modes of vibration did.

Mandy tried 'Throb'. Ling cringed as the low buzzing that Becky had left the vibrator on changed into a low, jarring throb. Every one second, it gave a strong vibration that made her clitoris quiver. It was like the dance beat at a club, not that Ling had ever been to one. Mandy pressed the 'Up' button several times until she noticed Ling's body give a little jump every time the vibrator throbbed - she hurriedly changed the setting. And made it worse - the next setting was 'Ramp'. It slowly ramped up the buzzing from a low, pleasant hum to a strong, powerful whir that would drive Ling-Ling's hairless, virgin pussy to the verge of a climax. And then, it would suddenly drop back to an almost non-existent purr. Ling's eyes would widen in frustration as the level of her stimulation went from 'mind-shattering' to 'zero'. She desperately wanted to hump her own finger in the middle of the class.

She could feel the sanitary pad Becky had told her to wear squelch. It felt like a wet, warm and clammy hand grasping and molesting her genitals; it clung to her uncomfortably but at least it kept the rest of her dry; she didn't want wet spots forming on her skirt every time she sat down. The 'special tampon' Becky had said would cure her vaginal discharge was making her leak worse than it had on Saturday at the mall.  Mandy felt deliciously wicked as she observed her friend's hot, tight body responding to the little flicks of her fingers.

It was actually the smell of Ling-on-the-Edge that Mr. Whitman detected, but he had a preconceived notion that Ling was unwell so he couldn't imagine the scent coming from her. The slight movements that Mandy's hands made under the table were actually the result of her happily playing with the remote control. Geography teachers didn't get out very often and the thought of the hot blond high schooler fingering herself a few feet from where he stood made Mr. Whitman's blood boil. He heard a faint snicker coming from some girls who sat in the second and third rows. He looked up and saw that they were staring at him. Or rather, they were staring at his lower body. He turned crimson and beat a hasty retreat to the safety of his desk as he realized that a bulge had formed at the front of his pants. He panicked, would they tell their parents? He could be fired or even charged with sexual harassment of students! He looked around the class. Forty pairs of eyes stared back - some laughing, some looked at him with contempt, some had not even been aware of what had transpired. And Amanda - the cause of his trouble - looked at him with a teasing smile on her cute lips. That look caused his cock to jump.

Drrrrriiiiiiigggggggggggggggggg. The silence was broken and the class moved as one body, surging for the door. Everyone had vanished for lunch in seconds, leaving poor Mr. Whitman sitting at his desk, shamed, humiliated and horny as hell.

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"You're evil!! You didn't tell her after she woke up?" Mandy hissed in Becky's ear once they were alone in the girl's toilet. This was the toilet on the fourth floor; one that was seldom used as there were not many classrooms up here and the students from those classes were in the cafeteria at the moment anyway. "Hey! You had as much fun just now as I did." Becky protested softly.

Ling leaned against the wall weakly, not even aware of the exchange. One hand reached between her legs and rubbed gently through the skirt. She had wanted to do that all morning but she couldn't as she was sitting right in front of Mr. Whitman. It was like trying not to scratch an itch the whole morning.

"It's the only cure for poor Ling-Ling's leaky vagina. The side effects may be difficult to deal with but it will be worth it in the long term. Hang in there, Ling-Ling!" she said loudly for Ling to hear as her finger pressed the remote. Ling groaned and sank to the floor as the vibrator Becky had put inside her began buzzing at its highest setting - the Power Drill. It hummed like a chain-saw as it massacred her delicate senses, the tender nerves in her private region overloaded and she came on the spot.. Ling-Ling's thin frame shook as she sobbed and climaxed uncontrollably on the floor.

Mandy quickly helped her up. Ling leaned heavily on her as she kept cumming and cumming, her hands gripped Mandy till it hurt and she whimpered wordlessly as strong multiple-orgasms ripped through her small body. "Shut it off now!" Mandy said. Becky turned the vibrator off and Ling immediately slumped in Mandy's arms. They helped her into one of the cubicles and closed the door,  sitting the half-unconscious girl on the toilet. Becky raised her legs and pushed her skirt up. They slid off her panties and removed the deluged sanitary pad.

Mandy pulled out the little vibrator - it was small but powerful - by the wire that hung from it. She couldn't help but admire Ling's body; the dainty red blossom glistening with dew against her snow-white skin; it looked so cute even she wanted to kiss it - icky as it may be. Ling's little plum blossom remained open for just a moment as the pink egg-shaped vibrator left it and Becky caught a glimpse of her hymen - at her insistence, David had finally pointed out which one was a girl's hymen with the help of a mirror. Ling-Ling's still looked pretty intact, from what she could tell. (Becky had chosen the little pink egg because it was the tiniest one available; she wasn't really sure but she thought Ling's small, undeveloped body would probably have a really tiny pussy.) Mandy replaced the pad with a new, dry one and pulled Ling's panties up over it. She turned to catch Becky putting the wet pad near her nose, sniffing with a look of rapture on her face. Becky blushed and whipped the pad away from her face when she saw Mandy giving her the look.

"Okay, we apologize to poor Ling-Ling right now and tell her about the prank." Mandy said, her hands on her hips.

"Wha.. what prank?" Ling asked weakly, her spent body half-lying, half-sitting on the toilet.

Becky smiled cheekily and told her.

"Sorry Ling-Ling... you just looked so cute I couldn't resist it," Becky said, her elfin face didn't have an ounce of remorse on it though.

"You, you, you, you......" Ling-Ling huffed, her face even redder now. She looked like she was going to faint from indignation and humiliation.

"Aww... come on, Ling-Ling... don't get angry..." Becky pulled her friend up from the toilet and hugged her, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Humph," Ling said, pushing her away slightly, her mouth pouting cutely.

Suddenly, Ling-Ling reached out for Mandy's hand and took the vibrator from her. Looking at Becky, her eyes flashing, she commanded, "Off with your panties!"

Becky's eyes widened but she pulled it down to her knees as Ling said. Ling's little hand slipped under Becky's short school skirt. Her mouth opened as Ling's fingers brushed against her aroused lips, pushing the little pink egg, still slick with Ling's juices, up her gasping teen pussy. Mandy almost burst out laughing - serves her right! she thought. She leaned over and showed Ling how to operate the vibrator remote. Becky's legs buckled under her causing her to lean against the cubicle wall as Ling-Ling pressed the buttons under Mandy's instructions.

Ling suddenly turned to look at Mandy, "And how come you know so much about how to use it?" Ling was a bright and clever girl, even though her naivete often made her fall for Becky's good-natured pranks.

"Umm.... uhh.. I..." Mandy stammered, going red. "Heehee... sorry Ling, I had a go with it just before the break," she admitted sheepishly.

Ling wrinkled her cute little nose and waved the remote threateningly, "You're next!"

The three friends made their way to the cafeteria to quickly grab some lunch before the break was over. Poor Becky got more than a taste of her own medicine that day. Whilst neither she nor Mandy had any prior experience with the remote controlled vibrator, Ling had extensive knowledge of exactly which settings and the combination thereof that would drive a girl crazy without letting her cum. Becky squirmed and wriggled for the rest of the day, her cunny tickling like mad; but Ling absolutely refused to bring her off. Becky was almost in tears by the end of the day. Watching Becky made Mandy shudder in a mix of fear and anticipation.

School finally ended. In the corridors outside the classroom, Becky caught Ling's hand. "Pleease Ling-Ling, nice Ling-Ling, good Ling-Ling, let me cum.... pleeease, pretty please," she begged softly, her voice hot and silky with desire. Mandy stood beside the two of them; even she got hot from hearing Becky's sultry whisper. Ling smiled sweetly, "Well... I may consider it. But we need someplace quiet to do it." There was a rule that students had to leave the school within half an hour of the end of classes unless one had special permission to stay; it was to prevent a spate of vandalism that had damaged some school property. Most of the doors would be locked by the janitor as he made his rounds to check that that the rooms were empty.

"Um... my parents are away till next week," Mandy volunteered. She knew David wouldn't finish work till five, so they would have at least an hour before he got back. She was supposed to go over to his apartment later, but she reckoned she would have some time to hang out with her friends. Besides, the day's events had gotten her all hot and restless. She hoped they would have a repeat of what happened last Saturday at Becky's house - and she hoped she would be able to get off this time too.