Turning My Size BarbieŽ into a sex toy
Over the past few weeks, some people have asked me if I have any pedo (i.e. child) sex stories. I don't, because adult-child sex is invariably an abusive situation. The comment did get me thinking about a project I could do; the result is the story below. Some people believe that a wife dressing like a cheerleader is gross. In any case, no one was harmed by my fantasy.
I was asked to buy a birthday gift months in advance for a little girl cousin. *She wanted a My Size BarbieŽ doll. *This is a 3' doll, that comes with a dress that a little girl can wear. *I bought it, wrapped it and put it in my attic, to store it. The girl's parents had decided to have a welcome-home party if she got out of the hospital before her birthday. Unfortunately, the weeks went by and she didn't get better. *She passed away from cancer without coming home or celebrating her birthday. The present remained in my attic forgotten until this month.
I had a girlfriend who was nice, but her best friend, Diane, was freaky. She would say weird things or personal comments about our relationship activities. I warned my girlfriend not to talk about our sex life to her. I said half seriously that either she'd want to bed me, or convert her to lesbianism. She didn't answer, but looked at me funny. Our sex wasn't as frequent as I wanted (hey, I was young). She hardly wanted to make love once a day or every two days, while I could go first thing in the morning as well as at night.
She didn't take my advice about Diane. Her friend somehow got her to give me a blowup sex doll as a joke. Diane made a nasty comment, like now I could let my girlfriend get some sleep at night. I wasn't happy with it, but I didn't throw it away. Perhaps I thought I could retaliate. Had I thought about it at the time, I'd have given it back to her with it wearing a strap-on dildo. But it might have backfired; maybe she'd have liked that.
I was alone one day, after not having sex or masturbating for maybe a week. I decided to try out the doll for kicks. After inflating it, it looked hideous with that gaping mouth. I thought about getting a paper bag, but the wig was the only pleasant thing about it. I did the deed is all I can say. Over the next couple of weeks I tried it again, a couple of times. She didn't catch me with it, but figured I'd been using it. Well, she broke up with me not too much longer after that, but I don't think the blowup doll was the reason. I didn't hear the details, but she went to stay with Diane!
Recently, I remembered the BarbieŽ doll and decided to get both it and the blowup doll out of the attic. I felt inspired to see if I could somehow turn the former into a sex toy. It took a little effort, but I drilled out a hole in the appropriate place, and used material from the blowup doll to create the receptacle. When I was satisfied with my handicraft, I put the doll on my lap while sitting on chair in my boxers. Looking in the mirror on the door, the site looked pretty freaky. I imagine it might have looked real from a distance, so it's a good thing I had the curtains closed! Just don't expect any pictures.
I pulled down my shorts and lifted the doll's dress. I pulled the panties to the side. I was already erect, excited to be trying out my new toy. I slowly lowered the doll on my long hard cock. I went in deep-really deep; deeper than I'd ever been in a woman. I looked at the image of this girl doll impaled on my manhood in the mirror. It was damn nasty. It would have been impossible for a real girl that size to take dick like that. The doll was light, so it was simple to lift it up and down on my member. I took long, slow strokes because I didn't want to break it. I worked that fuck toy, until after a while I started chanting "c'mon" at it. *I picked up the pace and then switched my grip to hold it down by the shoulders. I shot my load, embedded deep into my sex doll. I should have taken the panties off, because clean-up was a problem. I had to put the panties through the wash. I'll have to be careful, because I don't want to go to the store to buy little-girl panties.
The second time I tried the doll was much more intense. First, I found a website that had a woman talking dirty in a little-girl voice. She said such things as "oh, fuck me", and "it feels so good" and "give me that big cock. " I cut out the gross things she said. I made the recording ready to play on a loop. When I was ready, I warmed up some oil to put in that vaginal cavity. Meanwhile, I had left her under an electric blanket to warm up. I now had my hot little girl-toy ready for action. She can be put in different poses, so I posed her doggy-style. I felt I could be a little more vigorous this time, since she had held together. Once I grasped and penetrated her, I got nasty, lustful thoughts, feeling my hard-on in that warm sleeve. Hearing the recording playing, and seeing myself in the mirror gave me a great urgency to slam into her. I had a long, hard cum in only a couple minutes, shooting wad after wad up into her. I don't think I've cum that quickly from masturbation in years. Usually, it takes me a while from start to finish.
I've put the doll out in the display room (wearing its clothes) next to my knick-knacks and other feminine-seeming stuff, like snowglobes and candles. So far no one's said much about it (or looked inside its panties). I think soon I'll put some weights in it so that I can feel more pressure when it's on my lap. You don't have to worry about me pursuing real little girls; the worst thing I might do is name the doll or start buying clothes for it!