Fun With Dolls
by Sol Oliver

Cock slides in, cock slides out. Not a word does she utter; not amove does she make. It's far from the best sexual experience in my life, but satisfying just the same. A fuck doll, even a quality one, is not a real woman, but with a little imagination, it might as well be. In some ways, it's better. I roll her over, prop her ass up just so, apply a bit of lube, and *ahhhhhh* -- feel that twat. The doll's tits jiggle as I pound into her, and in my mind it seems like it's my ex-girlfriend. Of course, Moira never did let me enter her cunt. Come to think of it, she wouldn't even give me a blow job. But she did buy me this doll.   

"So, you're breaking up with me because I won't have sex with you," she said. To my surprise, she didn't seem emotional at all. Just...angry?   

"I guess that's right," I said. "I think we could be great together, but this is torture." I'd been skirting around the issue, but Moira was smart enough to see through me. Just as well it was on the table -- no matter how much I enjoyed Moira's company, sex is important to me.   

"I was up front about it from the start, William," she said, signaling to the waiter for the check.   

"Yeah, but after three months..." I said, trailing off.   

"...you expected I would 'put out'?" she finished.   

"You could put it that way, yes," I said. "Three months is a long time." Her steel grey eyes scolded me as if I were a child, and not a man in his early twenties. I hadn't seen her angry many times before, but it became her. Her pert lips pressed together as she shook her head in disbelief. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder, and I caught a whiff of her mesmerizing scent.   

"Maybe to some," she said. "I'm really sorry you feel that way, William." The check arrived, and Moira threw down a few twenties and rose from the table. Even her conservative dress could not hide how nubile her body was. Even the baggiest garment couldn't hide her buxom proportions.   

"Fine. Go!" I said as she put on her jacket. "At least I won't have to put up with all of that New Age crap anymore." Moira had always talked about Earth and Gaia and other things that seemed a bit odd to me. It never really bothered me, but I knew it was important to her. I guess I wanted to hurt her. Now her eyes flashed dangerously, and I took off the amulet necklace she'd given me just a week ago and put it on the table in front of her. "You can have that stupid thing back, too."   Moira grabbed the token from the table and put it into her pocket. Now she looked hurt. Good. "

"You have no idea how much you've just insulted me," she said. Choking back tears, she regained her composure and took the amulet back out from her pocket. Holding it up between us, she fixed her gaze on me and began to speak in an unsettling low voice, like she was casting a curse or something. "You will have all the sex you can handle."   Away she walked, and I immediately felt like I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.  

 ...Cock slides in, cock slides out. The doll's mouth feels fairly realistic, now that my own heat has conditioned its supple polymer gums. Its eyes stare into space, neither smiling nor frowning, altogether unaware of the violation. I pull my stump out and set it in between its well-crafted tits. Pushing them together, my pre-lubed cock slides easily between them. Again I imagine that it is Moira, and it is satisfying. Like Moira, the doll's hair is long and black, though her face is not so similar. Still, its body is as I imagine the woman's would have been. She must have spent a fortune on this doll, and if she thought she was proving a point by sending the doll, I'll show her! I'm fucking the *shit* out of it!   

"How do you like *that*, you fucking witch!" I yell down at the mute thing, loading my meat back into the doll's cunt.   

"I don't."   

Huh?   

I stop stroking and look down at the doll. Its lips are still, and its dead eyes stare to the right as its head rests limply on the floor. My imagination is clearly getting the best of me! I begin to stroke again, and soon forget the trick of an active artist's mind. Soon the moment is building and I achieve my climax. I pump my seed into the doll, and she accepts it unflinchingly. I thrust into it twice more for emphasis and then pull out.   

"What do you have to say for yourself now?" I ask to the lifeless doll, but she just lies there, defiled. Take that, Moira.   

*rrrring!*   

Damn phone.   

"Hello?"   

...*click!*   

Damn prank call. No number listed no the caller ID. Fuck 'em. Guess I'll take a shower before heading to work. Saturday's a great tip night, but even the best bartender in the city won't make much if they smell bad. And until someone takes notice of my art, the best bartender is what I am. I'll clean up the doll later. It's not like it'll complain.   

One of my best nights ever! There were two big parties and man could they drink! And I can't remember the last time there were so many hot chicks in the place. I almost brought one home, but remembered there was a soiled fuck doll lying on my bedroom floor. I'll have to get rid of it tomorrow. But not before using it one last time tonight.   

Hmmm...there's a note taped to the door..."I hope you enjoyed yourself - M". Well, yes I did. Shit! My door is unlocked. Damn bitch must have broken in to steal the doll back...no, there it is, sitting in the chair by my desk, naked. What's that around its neck? The amulet? Yes... It looks clean, too. Sure enough...there's water on the floor in the bathroom. No sign of Moira anywhere. Fine, as long as she didn't fuck with my easels or desk. Everything is in order. And I already have my date for the night.   The doll sits with its arms on the chair arms, legs spread apart, as if expecting to be eaten out. Her muff does look enticing, bald with well-defined lips. Imagining it's Moira, I bury my head in its crotch and lap a few times. Something hits against my head on both sides.   

"Hey!"   The motion must have caused the doll's arms to fall off the chair, that's all. Enough foreplay. I grab the doll around the waist and begin to carry it towards the bedroom.   

"Put me down!"   Huh?   I drop the doll and it hits the floor with a *thud*, face down. It doesn't move. Imagination again? Gingerly, I touch its back. Nothing. Its ass points up, and I can see the fleshy twat between. Hell, the apartment's main room is good enough for me. Grab the lube...back to the doll...dab a little bit HERE...pull down my pants and take out the ol' joy stick...   

"Eat me more first!"   What?!   I crouch down next to its head, but it seems dead as ever. Is that amulet glowing? I must still be a little drunk. I'll just move back behind the doll...nice view!...crawl on top of it, grab its wrists...   

"Stop!"   

Her head definitely turned! It turned! Is it looking at me? Can't be. I line up my penis against its twat, which seems warm...   

"Last warning!"   It *is* looking at me with those dead eyes! But it doesn't seem to be resisting. It must have some kind of movement and voice mechanism installed -- I bet Moira broke in to program it. Well, in that case...I line my cock up against the doll's asshole.   

"You'll be sorry!"   

"Cute, Moira. Real cute," I say, and in I plunge. Ohhhhh, yeah! It really feels like flesh down there...wrap my arms around her neck as I DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE! 

"Take it, you witch!"...I'm really getting into this...the doll is making little grunting sounds..."Take that dick up your ass, Moira!"...feels so real...CUMMING!...   

"Bravo!"   That voice came from the front door! Oh, shit! It's Moira!   

"I thought I locked the door," I say, trying to pretend I'm not lying on top of a fuck doll with my dick up its ass.   

"You did," she said. There was no trace of either disgust or amusement on her face. Just...disappointment?   

"I'm a little busy right now," I say. 

"What are you doing here?"   

"This was a test," she says, sitting down at the kitchen table. Even in a jeans and t-shirt, she was a "10". 

"I was having second thoughts about whether or not I wanted to...be with you...but I wanted to see what kind of lover you were first."   Oh, shit!   

"But...this is just a doll!"   Underneath me, I feel the doll buck.   

"True, it is a doll," says Moira. I back off of the figure, sit back on the couch, and zip up my pants. The doll begins to sit up on the floor. Cum drips from its anus. "But it is a doll which I've enchanted for my purposes."   

"You really are a witch!"   

"You could call me that."   

The doll stands up and faces my ex-girlfriend. Its movements are inhuman and unnaturally fluid. Moira stands up and brushes the doll's hair with her hands.   "Was he a kind lover?" she asks the doll, which turns to look at me. Its stare is cold.   

"No," it says. My jism continues to drop from her ass.   

"I would never treat you that way, Moira!" I yell, and it's true! "I did eat her out! It didn't even have to ask!"   

"Is this true?" asks Moira. Slowly the doll nods its head, and my ex looks over to me. "Maybe there's still hope for you, William." The look on her face hints at sex. The things we would do...   

"Anything you want!" I say, and I mean it. Except for the lack of sex, everything was perfect about Moira. "And I'm sorry about what I said -- the 'New Age' stuff." I mean this, too, and at last Moira smiles. She walks over to me and, standing above me, makes a sign with one hand.   

"Call me tomorrow," she says after making the gesture, and heads back for the door. The doll is still standing, facing away from me towards the kitchen table.   

"Hey, wait!" I say, sitting up. "What about that doll?" Moira turns back around.   

"Oh, yes," she says, and walks to the doll. It leans forward and whispers in Moira's ear. "Hmmm....I see, yes...yes, that would be just."   

"What's it saying?"   Moira is standing by the door, considering her response. Shit, she looks serious! 

"If there's to be any hope for the two of us, you must atone for all you have said and done."   

"Absolutely."   

"The enchantment granted to the doll still serves me for a while longer, and its spirit will heal the wounds as it sees fit."  

What the hell does that mean? Doesn't sound so too bad, though. 

"Yeah, okay," I say. Moira's smiling again. Good. But it sure is a strange smile.   

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," she says, leaving the apartment. The door clicks shut. The lock clicks, too. I never gave her a key, did I? No. The doll turns around and is facing me now. Its face is expressionless.   

"Hey, sorry about...earlier"...it stands perfectly still..."Why don't you have a seat in the chair, and I'll eat that fine pussy of yours..."   

The doll snaps its fingers, and my clothes fly from my body. Neat trick! Now it takes a seat in the chair, legs apart. I crawl from the couch -- here I go, head first...   

"Stop!" it says, just before I make contact with her plastic cunt. I sit back on my legs and watch as the doll begins to frig her little clit. She moans low...it's pretty funny, watching a fuck doll masterbate! Plastic fingers slip in, fingers slip out...lubricated. Now she twaddles at the top of her slit, staring down at me and making little "ah!..ah!..ah!..." sounds. Must be time to move in again...no, she pushes me back. What's that between her fingers? Her clit? It looked smaller before -- now it's at least the size of a pinky tip, red and slimy. At last, she pulls her hand away.   "Eat me," it says. In I go to service my sex toy...hmmmm...her nub clitty throbs as I suck it, making the doll arch its back. Lap a bit at her labia...slip my tongue into its hot plastic hole...back to the clit..."AHH!" it cries. I pull my lips away.   

"I'm glad you like that." This isn't so bad at all, eating out a black-haired, full-sized Barbie doll...it pushes my head away and stands up and waves her arms awkwardly...what?..."Oh, you want me to sit down in the chair?" Sure. I sit. In front of me she squats, frigging that little tootsie roll clit of hers. She stares at my cock. Is she gonna blow me now? She touches my prick with her free hand...full mast! Even if her doll hands are a bit clumsy and unnaturally smooth, they still feel good caressing my balls! ...hey! She slipped a finger up my ass! "Hey now!"...good; she took that hand away, and my ass is empty again....she's moving between my legs on her knees...that hand is still in her crotch and OH SHIT her clit is even bigger now! It's the size of a thumb, and the tip sort of looks like a penis head without the hole. She parks it below my balls as she grabs my waist -- I pull back and close my legs!...the doll rubs the oversized clit a few times, and points at my lap. Her head lolls, cold eyes staring...   

"You just want to rub your clit against me?"...the doll nods. I guess that would be okay....I open my legs again, and once more the doll moves forward and grasps my hips...I feel her hot little nub just under my balls, and she begins to rock he hips up and back..."ah..ah..ah.." she says...now it jabs a bit uncomfortably, and she pushes harder..."Easy, okay?"...she backs off, pulls my ass towards the edge of the chair, parts my legs wider, moves in again and -- something is poking against my anus! That clit of hers! I jump out of the chair and fall onto my back. The doll pounces on top of me and pushes my legs apart with hers -- I push her off and stand up.   

"Stop it!" I yell. The doll stands up to face me, smiling now. Above her cunt, her clit is swelled out like a meaty, elongated water balloon! It's as long as an unsharpened pencil and as thick as a sliver dollar! If I hadn't stood up, that thing would have expanded straight into my ass! Her throbbing plastic clit's transformation into a log of a penis is complete. The doll grabs it and waves it at me a few times.   

"Your turn," she says as she strokes the ass-seeking clit. I can't let this doll fuck me! I turn and run to the bedroom, and can hear the doll moving in pursuit...almost there...HA! I'm the bedroom, door closed!   

"Open!" says the doll from the other side.   

"No way!"   

*BAM* the door shakes. She must be throwing herself against the door.   

*BAM*...the hinges creak.   

*BAM!*...the door flies off its hinges and the doll tumbles into the room. Seeing an opportunity, I grab her from behind, under her arms, and she wriggles and squirms to free herself. I hang on to her, catching an occasional glimpse of her doll dick swinging this way and that as she struggles.   

"Play nice! Play nice!" it shouts, but I'm literally fucked if I let go. Then, suddenly, the doll stops moving entirely.   

Once again, it's lifeless. The enchantment must have worn out! I lower the doll to the ground. Its clit is back to normal again. What now? I know Moira said to call her tomorrow, but what's the difference if I phoned tonight? Back to the living room, then. I wonder if--HEY!   --something has a hold of my ankle! The doll!   

"Play with your dolly, Billy!"   

She's pulling herself up onto me from behind with her arms! Up my legs she climbs...rubbery plastic slides against my skin...now she's grabbed my shoulders and pulls herself to full height... I can't shake her--she's clinging too tight!...she's got her legs on either side of mine, her tits press against my back...she's leaning down on top of me...god, how did she get so heavy!...have to go onto my knees! She's put me in the doggie position, weight bearing down...now she's grinding her bald plastic cunt against my ass. "ah!..ah!...ah!.." she cries. At least she doesn't have that clit-dick anymore. What's that sound?   

*schlissss!*   

I feel something stretch out from the doll's crotch, hot and thick. 

"You shouldn't have treated me badly," she says. Arms close around my neck, and a throbbing pressure greets my anus. It's the doll's plunger-clit, and it's positioned to enter me!   

"Help!!"   

Oh, God! That thing is pressing harder! A wet plastic tongue begins to suck on my ear -- the doll has complete control.   

"I'll help you, William."   

Moira! She came back! There she is at the bedroom door. 

"Thank god!" I shout. "The doll was going to take me up the ass!"   

"I can see that," she says. The doll is still on top of me, pressing. 

"Stop!" commands Moira, and the engorged doll clit backs off. I still feel its rubbery legs against the outside of my thighs and ass.   

"My hero!" I shout. "I've certainly learned my lesson." What's that in Moira's hand?...she leans down over us...I can see her tits!...and I feel something spread across my ass, wet and slick. What the--?   

"You didn't let the doll finish," says Moira, "so I re-enchanted it. But I just don't have the heart for you to be fucked without lubrication." She's turning to leave!   

"Moira!" I yell. The pressure returns to my bunghole, and the lubrication is making it hard to resist!   

"Do what you like, doll," says Moira, and there's a burning down there that begins to grow, Grow, GROW! AAAH!   

"Relax," says the doll. "Dolly's little clit isn't all the way in yet." Little clit?! This thing feels like a tree limb as it surges in! The pain is ebbing...still it pushes inward..."Shhhh.." says the doll. Have I been moaning this whole time? "Play time!"   

*sklrrrrrp!*   

...out the meaty clit slips...almost out...OHHHHH!it'sgoingbackinit'sgoingbackinit's...AAHhhhhh...out is slides...   

"I think you're starting to enjoy this too much," she says, and quickly the thick finger moves all the way out...true, it was starting to fell, well, comfortable. The weight lifts from my back, a hand grabs my wrist, and I'm nearly dragged back into the living room. The doll's comely ass looks tempting before me, but is not mine for the taking. Although once inanimate, it's now the enchanted doll's time to do as it likes. She throws me back into the chair, and I notice that Moira is on the couch. She looks up at the doll.   

"Are you satisfied?" asks Moira. "You weren't in there very long."   

"No," says the doll -- and she's lunging at the couch and grabbing Moira by the wrists! She's dragging my girlfriend to her feet!   

"Hey!" shouts Moira, tits bouncing. I spring up from the chair and charge forward --OW!--the doll expected that...fist across my cheek. The doll has Moira by the hair now and bends her over to the kitchen table. Her clothes fly off her body...wow! Her body *is* perfect...I'm looking on, helplessly, and the doll leans over...and is whispering in Moira's ear. She continues to struggle.   

"What's going on?" I say to Moira. "Can't you stop it?"   

"No!" she shouts, bucking backwards to try and prevent the doll's onslaught. I can see its furious clit jabbing towards Moira's slit. "I shouldn't have told it to 'do what you like'!" Now the doll looks back at me with an evil, rubbery smile.   

"I'm going to fuck your girlfriend," it says as Moira bucks and flails under her. "She's a virgin, you know. And I'm going to bury my clit deeeeeep..."   

"NO!" I yell...I charge again...the doll kicks backward - I dodge just in time...   

"Get the amulet!" yells Moira. I reach for the doll's neck...she turns around and OOF! a punch to my stomach!....down I go...Moira straightens up, turns around and reaches for the amulet now and OH! the doll gets her in the stomach, too! We're both on the floor below the doll...what's she doing? Taking off the amulet?..yes..and swallowing it! Moira is curled into a ball now, and she's muttering...the doll looks down at me, and I see that both her cunt and clit-dick are both drooling.   

"You will serve me first," she says. "Until the witch has recovered." In her own anger, Moira must have endowed this fuck doll with too much power! I look at Moira...she's mouthing some words at me...huh?...'do as she says'?...okay...it looks like she has a plan.   

"What do you want?" I ask. This is ridiculous! Taking orders from a sex toy...   

"Eat my ass," it says, turning around with hands on hips. Okay...I sit up...part its rubbery cheeks...there's the spot...and bury my head in! 

"Mmmmm" the doll moans...I lap away, nose full of the plastic smell. She squeezes her buns together now and then, and I pull them apart with my hands to maintain access. "Good," she says, reaching back to push my head away. She looks down at Moira and sees she's still holding her stomach. I notice that she's muttering again. Once more she mouths words...'make her cum!'...of course! Once the doll is satisfied, the enchantment will end.  The doll looks back at me, then turns around. Before my eyes is her sculpted cunt, glistening, with its oversized tube-clit extending from the top. Above that I see her round tits, and beyond is its smirking doll face. 

"Eat me," she demands. Her cunt has the same petroleum smell, her fluids like baby oil. I lick at her doll flesh, which quivers at my tongue's touch. I thrust deep, lips locking against hers, and clear oil flows down my chin. Against my forehead I feel the strange clit harden and throb. "Aaaahhh!" she moans, grabbing my head and pressing it against her harder. I struggle to take breaths as I swallow the doll's oil...she pushes my head away! "Oh...ah....ah..." she gasps, clearly holding back orgasm....I dive back in! Furiously I work her woman flesh, grabbing her ass and pushing her mound to me. "Ah!..OH!...AH! AHHHHHhhhhh...." a greasy stream of oil spills out from within the doll, and she falls to the floor.   

"I got you!" I yell, but the doll is still moving, hands flat against its stomach and taking deep "breaths". I look over at Moira, who just shrugs..."oh, well" she mouths...Still on her back, the doll lifts one arm and beckons with a plastic finger.   

"Now suck my clitty," it says, pointing at the penis rising up from its groin. I look back at Moira, but she's now muttering more frantically...I hope she has a plan...here I go...crawling up to that thing...it's like someone took a giant dildo and fused it onto a plastic Playboy centerfold. But this dildo pulses, veins active. I start at the base, pretending it's no more than a vertical clit. A very vertical clit. I press my lips against the doll's meat and nibble a bit... 

"SUCK IT!" yells the doll, pushing my head away...she sits up...she's leaning forward...wow! It's inhuman...her head is over her own cock..."Like this," she says, moving her tightened lips over and down her own shaft, then off again. She leans back again...I move my lips over her clit head, put them on the warm nub...part my lips enough to let the doll's twat tool slide into my mouth...this part tastes more like motor oil...I can feel it throb as I bob my head..."Ohhhh..mmmm..." moans the doll...I feel two hands lift my head off of the doll's unit.   

"Let me."   

Moira! The doll continues to lie on its back as Moira guides me aside and leans to the task. "Keep her head busy," she whispers into my ear. Moira is up to something...The doll's eyes are closed, and I squat down over her face. My balls graze her nose...   

"No," says the doll. "I will not suck your cock." Dammit! I feel a viscous tongue swipe across my anus. "But I will taste your ass...I'll want it ready after I finish with your girlfriend. Turn around and sit." I do so, and the doll's muscular lips begin to munch away. In front of me I see Moira's head bobbing up and down on the doll's super-clit. One hand is on the shaft to keep it still, the other is rubbing its oily twat.   

"Oh!"--I shout. As Moira's finger probes the doll's cunt, I feel a tongue slip inside me. I put my hands down on the doll's tits and begin to rub. The doll begins to shake--and strong hands lift me off and away! The doll sits up and pushes Moira back, too. She lands on her stomach.   

"Time to make you a woman," says the doll, crawling towards Moira. I can't see Moira, only the doll's ass as she closes in. Between her legs, though, I catch a glimpse of Moira rolling over, and the doll stops in its tracks.   

"Grab the doll, William!" she yells. Not knowing what's happening, I pounce on top of the doll, wrap my arms around its waist, and hang on tight. "Roll onto your back!" directs Moira, and I do. The doll is struggling for its life, and as Moira stands over us, I see why.   

Hanging down from where her cunt should be was a penis even larger than the doll's, with engorged testicles to match.   

"It took a while for me to get the enchantment right," she says, looking down proudly at her handiwork, which is flaccid. "Now how do I work this thing?"   

"Rub it!" I yell. The doll's flailing is taking a toll on my strength--it breaks free!...rolls off of me...runs into the bedroom. "Shit!"   

"Don't worry," says Moira, reaching down and helping me up...was she always this strong? "She can't get away. The enchantment is limited to this apartment, and I'm more than strong enough for the moment." She flexes her slender arms, which don't appear to be any stronger than before, but there was a strange confidence in her grey eyes. I gawk at her...long black hair...firm, round breasts...curvy hips...swinging meat!   

"So, what now?" I ask...she's looking at me sort of funny...her expression changes back to normal.   

"I fuck the doll and the enchantment is broken," she says as if reading out of a textbook. "You said I should rub it?" She's looking down at her prick curiously, as if it were a strand of spaghetti that someone had draped over her arm. She swivels her hips a few times and laughs as her meat stick sways.   

"Yeah, rub it," I say, trying not to look at my girlfriend's new manhood...she walks up to me, hands behind her back.   

"Do it for me," she says wickedly. Then, innocently she adds, "it's important this goes right."   

"What, no foreplay?" I say. I've been waiting three months to see her naked, and I'll be damned if the first thing I touch is her wiener! I look to her for approval...she nods! I kiss her deep...slip my tongue in...hers darts away...and shoots into my mouth!...we grab each other tight...I'm swelling up...is that her swelling up?   

"Oh, god!" says Moira, breaking our clinch. She stares down at her new-grown penis with an expression of fear and curiosity. Even half-hard, it's larger than mine. So *that's* what foreskin looks like "in the flesh"...her nipples are hard, too, and I move in on her generous all-natural breasts. "Ohhhh..." she moans, putting her arms back around me...her meat stick jabs at my belly. "Sorry."   

"It's pretty hard now, huh?" I note. That thing is a MONSTER! There isn't a girl in the city who wouldn't want to get down my girlfriend's pants!   

"Ohhh...what do I do?"   

"What do you feel like doing?"   "I want to put this thing inside..." says Moira. She's eyeing me up, her eyes flash...and she looks towards the bedroom. "...put it inside that doll and show it who's really in charge." Whew! Clearly her new scrotum fruit is flooding her brain with testosterone. She charges past me towards the bedroom...I follow after. There's the doll, back against the wall in the corner, clit-cock at half-mast. Moira stands before her, hands on hips. 

"Okay, doll. I'm going to be nice and give you a choice," she says, cradling her balls. "Which hole do I put it in?"   The doll crosses its arms over its crotch, glassy eyes staring down at Moira's boner. Now she's looking at me. "I want to fuck the boy," she says, fingering herself...that clit of hers is rising again...Moira looks down at it...OH NO! The doll saw that Moira was distracted and pushed past her! She's leaping at me...   

"OOF!"   

...the doll's knocked me to the floor! Her rubbery body presses down...grips my wrists....forces my legs apart! That thick clit is throbbing against my own penis...it's moving downward...the doll is forcing my legs up!...there's Moira, standing above the doll!   

"Let me fuck him!" shouts the doll, sitting up on her knees and looking over her shoulder. Its clit is in place at my anus, drooling oily lubricant. Moira steps around and stands over my torso, facing the doll. I have a prime view of her spectacular ass, although her low-hanging scrotum is a bit distracting. The outer curves of her breasts are visible to the sides of her well-toned back.   

"You had your chance," she says, lowering herself down. Now she sits on my stomach and grabs the doll's wrists. The doll isn't struggling. In fact, she's spreading her legs wide.   

"Okay," it says, pulling Moira down on top of her. "Fuck my twat." My own ass is no longer in peril, and I sit up to get a better view of the action. Moira is on top of the doll, who has taken hold of the woman's penis and placed it at her entry hole. The doll's clit is still fully extended, but is pushed back against its stomach. But Moira doesn't strike.   

"You had your chance for that, too," she says, grabbing the doll and standing up. "You're getting it up the ass." Moira bends the doll over the bed and pushes down on its back.   

"No! Noooo!" shouts the doll as it struggles.   

"Help me hold her down, William!" shouts Moira. I jump onto the bed and sit on the doll's back. Moira grabs its hips, and I watch her line up her hot meat stick along the doll's crack. Her tits wiggle about as she moves, learning to control the thick rod. She looks up at me and pushes her thick black hair away from her face. "How do you guys do this?"   

"See the hole?"   

"Yep."   

"Put your penis head there and push."   

"Easy enough."   

Moira squints with concentration as she begins to push. The doll begins to buck beneath me, but my weight is enough to hold it down.   

"Nooooooo!" is squeals. Moira's cock is disappearing into the doll's ass, and I can see from my girlfriend's expression that she's enjoying it. As the tool moves in, Moira's confidence is increasing...now that thing is all the way in!   

"It's so warm!" she says with an ecstatic smile. "I want to feel more!"   

"Take it out! Take it out!" cries the doll, whose hands grasp at the bedsheets. Moira does slide her penis out, but only halfway. 

"Ughhhhh..." moans the doll. Moira pushes her thick sausage all the way back in, adjusting her hips to move it more smoothly.   

"I think I have the hang of this," she says to me, re-gripping the doll's hips.   

"Better her than me," I say as Moira begins to slip her cock in and out of the doll's ass.   

"Hmmmm..." says Moira, mysteriously. She glances at me for a moment, but then moves all of her concentration back to her plunging....now she's settled into a rhythm, slamming ever harder into the rubbery flesh.   

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunts. Her eyes squint up and she bites her lower lip.   

"No! No more!" shouts the doll. Its arms stop moving. 

"No fair!"   

"Oh, shit! Ah! Ah!" cries Moira, whose penis pistons furiously in and out of the doll. "This...must...be...the...ORRRRRGASM!"   

"NOOOOO!" cries the doll below me, and it goes still and silent.   

"Oh yeah!" yells Moira triumphantly as she gets her final jabs in.   

*schlissssss!* goes her cock as it slowly withdraws from the doll's bowels. It's covered in doll oil and her girl goo, and she looks down at it like it were a mischievous puppy.   

"Aren't you the best little thing!" she squeals as she pets her deflated organ. At last she takes notice of me, back down at her swinging meat, and then to my eyes again. "William?" she says in her sweetest voice, which is utterly heart rending.   

"Yeeees?" I ask suspiciously.   

"I want to remember myself...this way," she says, wistfully. "Will you do a drawing for me? Pretty please?"   

Not what I was expecting, but something of a relief. 

"Uh, sure." I'd long looked forward to the day that she'd let me sketch her naked, and she certainly is naked. Hung, but naked. Moira takes me by the hand and leads me to the main living area.   

"So how should I pose?" she asks. At the moment, she's standing with her legs together, arms crossed across her jackpot chest. Her organ stretches halfway down her shapely thighs.   

"Well, you want to highlight that log of yours, right?"   

"Right."   

"Then here, let me pose you..."   

I push down lightly on Moira's shoulders, and she understands that I want her to squat....man, she's flexible!...her ass nearly touches the ground...I set her hands on her knees..."are you comfortable?"...she nods...now about that penis...I'll have to move it myself...let's just arrange it so that it drags on the ground in front of her...the thing has some heft to it!...I pull up an easel and sit on my work stool. "Just relax and be yourself -- and hold still!"   

Moira seems perfectly at ease, and looks into my eyes the whole time. It's a bit distracting, being stared at by this beautiful dark-haired woman with pillowy breasts and a sausage stick. I pick up my pencils, and in no time I've sketched her basic shape, and in turn flesh out her arms, breasts, hair and basic facial features...lower torso and legs...more detail on the breasts and face...now for that dick...there...and more detailing here...and there...geez hands are a bitch...back to her face...   

The whole time I sketch, she barely moves from her position. At last I'm satisfied, and put down my blotter. 

"Okay, you're done." 

Moira stands up as if she'd been crouching for only a few seconds, not fifteen minutes. Her eyes and mouth go wide open when she sees her own likeness. I'd done some quick sketches of her face before, but nothing this detailed.   

"That's amazing!" she says, poring over the image. "How did you get that much detail done?"   

"Just talented, I guess," I say as I stand up and stretch my arms. Moira crashes into me, wrapping her arms around me in a big bear hug. Her warm breasts feel wonderful against my own naked skin. My penis re-awakens.   

"Thank you, thank you!" she says, squeezing tight and rocking me back and forth. It's hard to breathe, but I don't mind. Then she loosens her grip some, looks up, and in her eyes I see the invitation I'd been waiting for. Her lips rise upwards, her eyelids lower. I bring my lips to hers, and tenderly we press together. We'd kissed before, but never had it been so intense. My manhood is fully risen...and so is hers!   "Let's make love," she says, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me to the bedroom.   

"Hold on! Just a second!" I say as we stand before the bed. "How are we going to do this?" Moira moves to me again and locks her lips to mine, and I forget for a moment that she has a stiffy.   

"Just do what comes naturally," she says, kneading my chest with her hands and making a purring sound.   

"I can't," I say, while at the same time reaching for and grabbing her tits. "You don't have, uh, down there..."   

Moira smiles as she latches a hand onto my pecker. "Then I'll lead," she says, stroking me a few times. Her hands are as supple as her body...she's got me revved up...a hand slips between my ass cheeks and...   

"HEY!" I shout. Moira kisses my neck fiercely as she wiggles a finger up my anus. Her cock is drooling against my belly, and I know what she's planning. I grab her hand. "Cut it out!" Out comes the finger, my penis is released, and Moira steps back.   

"You're the one who wanted sex," she says teasingly.   

"This wasn't what I had in mind," I answer. Moira crawls onto the bed to the doll, which lies face down and lifeless. She picks it up and throws it at me. I catch it, tits towards me, and it hangs limp in my arms. Looking down, I see that her clit is normal again.   

"Then fuck her," she says, crossing her arms.   

"Moira!"   

"Oh, she's not moving. Right," she says, waving her hand. The doll springs back to life, head lolling up to face mine, arms reaching around me. Although moving, the doll still seems inanimate -- nothing like the seemingly free-willed enchantment from before. The doll's legs lift up and circle my waist...it slides its hips up, gliding its meaty plastic pussy along my cock.   

"Moira, this isn't necessary!" I yell. The doll's slick warmness slides down onto my aching tool, and it does feel goooood. The doll holds tight with its arms and rocks its hips up and back against mine, impaling herself with a mechanical rhythm. It doesn't speak or make a sound. The doll grinds, grinds, grinds! I try to kiss the doll, but its lips are unresponsive.   

"Do you want a kiss?" says Moira, stepping up with a sly look on her face. I do want to kiss Moira, and to feel her in many ways. The doll slows its grinding, and I look deep into Moira's eyes. I realize that her hunger for me is just as strong, and that it just happens that at the moment, she needs to express her passion in a more...masculine way. What's the harm? She only has a penis tonight. Come tomorrow, I'll take command.   

"I want *you*, Moira," I say, "however you are."   

Moira's eyes smile wide. "I'm glad you feel that way," she says. Moira moves to the other side of the doll, which continues to grind slowly onto my cock. I feel Moira's arms reach around me, and then the doll's expression changes.   

"AH!" it says, and I know that Moira has inserted herself in the other hole. With each of her thrusts, the doll jolts against me, and after a few the doll relaxes again. Moira backs away and out of my view...now I feel tits against my bare back, and arms reaching around me and the doll...   

"Don't let go of him, doll," says Moira, and the doll's face regains a bit of its old mischief as it slows its hips to an easy gyration. "He still owes me." I feel something slide up and down across my butt crack, homing in. The doll grips me tighter with its arms and legs. I twist my legs as best I can, setting Moira's persistent hard-on off course.   

"You're fucked now," says the doll, pulling me with it as it falls onto the bed on its back. My cock is still inside its steaming twat, and Moira's tits are still against my back.   

"This will be much easier if you relax," she says. "You know you can't get away." Moira munches at my ear, pressing her tongue inside. She begins to fuck my ear with her tongue, sliding it in and out. The doll's legs pull away to the side, though its arms still hold me around the back. Now Moira is laying on top of me; the backs of my thighs are warmed by hers, and her hot breath is on my neck. "The enchantment doesn't go away unless I fuck you." Somehow, the doll wriggles out from under me, and I'm pressed down by Moira's full-figured body alone. Her throbbing womanhood rests along my crack, waiting. It's for me to decide.   

"Okay. Do it," I say. The doll appears on its knees to my side. From the corner of my eye I see Moira reach a hand up the doll's twat and withdraw with a generous amount of the baby oil fluid. I feel it slather all over my ass.   

"Do what?" asks Moira. The log slips back and forth a few times, testing. She wants to hear more.   

"I want you to fuck me," I say. A hand grips my hair. "With your penis."   

"Okay," says Moira, pulling my ass up so that I'm on my knees, gripping my hips. The doll walks on its knees until its crotch is in front of my face. "But you should make up with the doll, too." The doll's fingers spread its twat wide, and it is fleshy and slick. I nod my head, and the cunt is at my mouth. I begin to lap at its slit, and I feel a pressure pushing into my rectum.   

"OH! OH! Ohhhh..." It's not nearly as bad as before, although the pressure feels greater.   

"That's it," says Moira as she guides her meat tube into me. "I can *feel* you! I can *take* you!" Slowly it presses in, rearranging me to its shape. The doll begins to grind at my face, as I've forgotten to keep munching. It feels like a slippery hot water bottle pressing against my mouth, and smells like the underside of a car. I put my mouth back in motion as my girl's throbbing meat pulses inside me.   

"Fuck him! Fuck him!" shouts the doll as she mashes my mouth with her muff. Moira's hips slam against my ass, and her balls swing against my own. I'm turned on as hell, picturing how her hips must drive back and forth. She collapses down on me now as she thrusts, and I can feel her tits pressed hard against me...her hair whips at my shoulders as she shuttles her cock in with increasing speed. I hold on to the doll's grinding ass as Moira's onrushing prick buries itself all the way in, pressing and pressing and pressing until...   

"Ah! Ah! AH! UNGGGhhhhhh...."   ...my insides feel hot, and the pressure eases back and back. With a *schluuuuu!p!" Moira's penis exits, and she rolls off of me. The doll stops grinding its twat into me, and I lie down on my stomach. I'm still rock hard, which is annoying considering the indignity of my girlfriend's spunk oozing from my crack.   

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask a bit snidely.   

"Immensely!" says Moira. "Didn't you?"   

"Not *completely*..."   

"Ohhh, I'm sorry!" she says, cuddling up to me and kissing my neck lightly. Her limp, slick, and weighty cock slaps against my ass. You weren't finished, were you?" I guess she just got carried away.   

"No, I didn't finish," I say in my most pitiful voice. Maybe I can at least get a blow job out of this.   

"But was I good?" she asks, nuzzling against me. How do I answer that? I was getting off on it, strange as it was to me. And a good lover compliments after a performance. It's what I'd want her to do.   

"Yeah, you were good," I tell her. She leans over and gives me a big, wet kiss. Now she crawls over behind the doll, which is sitting up on its knees in front of me. I thought it might have gone "dead" again, but as Moira reaches around and grabs a hand full of doll tit, it flinches. Moira's other hands slips down to the doll's crotch and begins to gently caress. Again, there's a faint smell of motor oil.   

"So, you liked it?" she asks, spreading the doll's lips apart and exposing its entryway. Well, I guess fucking the doll would do the trick.   

"Yeah. Like I said, you were great," I say, sitting up on my knees, cock sticking up like a dog waiting for a scrap of food to fall from the dinner table. Moira works the doll's sauce box harder now, and its arms wave about slowly, body writhing.   

"You're *sure* you liked it?" asks Moira, waving her dick at me a few times. Now the doll has begun to work one of its own hands up its twat. Moira's just teasing me now.   

"Absolutely. You were great," I say. Moira seems convinced, and whispers into the doll's ear. The doll nods dutifully and turns its head to me. "You fucked me real good." The doll has walked up to me on its knees, and I feel it rubbing its twat against my starved cock. It reachs its arms around to pull me closer, and its tits press against my chest. Moira appears beside me and gives me a long kiss as the doll rubs her cunt along my stiffy.   

"Then have yourself a good time with the doll," says Moira, patting my ass. "I'll call you tomorrow." One more kiss, and I hear her head out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. It clicks.   

"Well, it's just me and you, doll," I say...the doll continues to grind as we stand on our knees together, and I wait for it to mount me...grind, grind, grind!...   

"Me and you," it repeats...its hands grip and re-grip my back, working their way down to my hips, where they park themselves firmly. I grab the doll's hips and pull her closer...she doesn't resist, and I lower myself onto my back to let her do its thing. By now my balls ache *bad*!   

"Stop teasing and get to it!" I say. The doll grins and begins to rub her twat against my cock...the base of my cock...now she's mashing at my balls...rolling my legs aside...is she trying to?!...no; all I feel is her rubbery-slick twat...but she's buffing my anus with that cunt of hers, spreading grease all over me...is she purring?....growling?...now my arms are pinned down at my sides by gripping hands...she leans down over me...her long hair tickles my face...   

"Time to ffffuck..." she spits.   

"Then go ahead and have a seat."   

...she leans back again, keeping hold of my arms...now she pushes her twat against my ass again...wow! It's like her cunt lips are chewing on my hole!...my insides tingle...now a little tongue, slick and warm, is licking my entrance as the lips chew...the tingling grows...it must be that clit of hers french-kissing my anus....now it laps a little harder...maybe I should stop her...   

"What are you doing, doll?"   

...the lips continue to chew...she looks down at me with a plastic smile...her prehensile clit dabs at my hole a couple of times...   

"Preparing to fuck you up the ass," she says.   

"Well....cut it out!"...the nub moves away....the tingling in my gut subsides...the doll loosens its grip on my arms and sits up on its knees...now what? I'm horny as hell! But not just my cock...I miss that tingling....I can see the doll's pliable cunt, dripping, topped by that strange clit of hers...it pants like a Yorkie's tongue...   

"You want it, don't you?" says the doll...oh, god...the little red nub is swelling up again, pushing away from her cunt and down her thigh like fresh-ground meat into a sausage casing...."Wouldn't it feel good?"...she leans forward...I feel her slither her clit-cock along my thigh...it entwines my own engorged meat, adjusting its girth, gripping like a plastic caterpillar....it disengages...   

"Maybe...it wouldn't be so bad"...the doll leans back again...her outgrowth is forming more rigidly now, like molten plastic congealing into the form of a large dildo...there are the veins popping out...the head is now defined...a hole appears and it spits up a gob of slick goo...the doll grabs herself and strokes down to the base, spreading the lubrication....maybe this isn't such a good idea...do I really want this raven-haired Barbie to treat me like some kind of bitch Ken doll?....too late! -- she's grabbed my legs and pushed them up...I'm flat on my back, legs held back by the doll's firm arms...the nub returns to my entrance, but it isn't a little nibbling tongue anymore -- it's a throbbing log poised to run deep into me...the doll looks down at my face, and seems to sense my hesitation...   

"Change of heart?" it asks as it drags me to the edge of the bed...she's on her feet now, the better to plunge me with...her arms push against the backside of my legs, holding them back...this just doesn't seem natural...the fuck doll's dildo-clit throbs at my entrance...   

"Uh, maybe later?"   

"Maybe now." -- OH GOD!   

*Sschlisssssss*   

...the sound is like someone wringing a sopping sponge...I'm still carrying my girlfriend's cum, which this doll's king clit is displacing--"OH! AH!"--it feels like an arm going in--"AAhhhhh!"--the tingling is sooothing!...the doll's nipples are large, hard pebbles...still she moves herself forward into me..."Yes..it feels gooood!"...the doll is all the way inside me, and I can feel it pulse...a bit of oily spittle drools from its lips...   

"Shut up," she says--HEY!--she's clamped a hand over my mouth!--OH!--two quick thrusts from her hips--   

"MMPH!"   

"I can make things bad for you," says the doll. I've just had an example of that! Keeping its cold eyes on me, I feel the pressure retreat halfway...the doll closes its eyes--and it moves slooowly back in...I want to moan...must hold it back...cock slides out most of the way...doll opens its eyes--OH!cock rushes back in! OHHHHH--DON'T make a sound!...the moment passes...the doll's hand moves off of my mouth....she props herself up on her arms, still holding my legs back...   

"This isn't about your pleasure," it says, and--OH SHIT!--she's driving that thing! Cock slips in--cock slips out! The motion is almost mechanical..."Ah!..Ah!..Ah!.." she cries--it's hard not to vocalize with her--"Take my penis! Take it!"...she drives her ass forward and back, again and again...now she lets go of my legs and presses down on top of me...I wrap my legs around the doll's thrusting ass...its tits press into my chest, jiggling as she fucks me...the pressure is enormous, and the tingling in my bowels grows into ever-larger peaks...faster now she drives, grunting hard...the smell of oil is thick, and I hold tight with my arms and legs..."Almost...there!..."...the pressure against my cock has me at climax, too...I grab the doll's ass to feel it pressing in and out--it makes her drive even faster--the bone buries all the way in, pressing and pressing and--

"AHHHHHH! Ahhhhh...." my guts spasm inside me--AH! I release my own seed...   

"Ahhhhhh!" I gasp...the doll didn't seem to notice; it just lays on top of me...I feel its penis melt away inside me...and now it's gone..."Doll?"...she doesn't seem to be moving at all now...I pull her all the way onto the bed on top of me and then roll her into a lying position...her eyes are completely dead now, and she stares at the ceiling...its cunt is as it originally looked...the enchantment has ended.   

I'm exhausted. The fuck doll had had its way with me, as had my girlfriend, and my ass is full of their fluids. Moira owes me big. That will have to wait until tomorrow. Looking once more at the naked doll, I settle back against a pillow, and close my eyes to sleep. Here come the dreams...Moira...we're together on a couch...the doll is draped over a chair...Moira and I are kissing...our lips seperate...she smiles mischievously...she holds up a condom...but who will wear it?...