sudas: Prologue
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.
Chapter 1
I was asked to buy a birthday gift months in advance for a little girl cousin. She wanted a My Size Barbie® 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.
Chapter 2
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!
Chapter 3
Recently, I remembered the Barbie® 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.
Epilogue
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!
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.
Chapter 1
I was asked to buy a birthday gift months in advance for a little girl cousin. She wanted a My Size Barbie® 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.
Chapter 2
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!
Chapter 3
Recently, I remembered the Barbie® 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.
Epilogue
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!
