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Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 01

By: IrmaCerrutti



I pushed the door and felt a wet slap on the back of my neck. I jumped nervously and, with trepidation, felt for the item that had struck me. The tomato was still there clinging to me. Wiping it off I turned to angrily regard the row of scantily clothed women with placards, one of whom was staring at me defiantly. The woman, in leopard skin leggings, a tight purple skirt and a bikini top carried a board with the legend 'Real love is the only love.' Her companions' boards said 'HOR' and 'Hookers Opposing Robots.' The leopard skinned hooker leered at me as I, mustering a small modicum of dignity, cleaned my neck with a tissue and entered the building. Cabbages and further vegetables rained onto the other side of the glass door behind me.

The receptionist regarded me sympathetically from behind her desk and over her spectacles. "You poor thing," she said, then laughed. Feeling humiliated, and almost beginning to regret coming, I strode as confidently as I could to the desk, my feet tripping on a mat on the way and almost sending me headlong into the desk counter. Recovering quickly I gave my name and asked for the bathroom. I was given a quiet moment to clean up before my Personal Product Liaison Officer, as he was called, Mr Priest, came to collect me.

In the bathroom I washed my face and neck, brushed my thick auburn hair and examined myself a little. The stress from the encounter showed on my round, pale face. The make up seemed to be doing little that day to disguise my forty years. Mind you, I was still slim and my small breasts were still reasonably pert. My nipples poked perkily against my pink top. I was already feeling a little horny, knowing what I was about to do.

Mr Priest, "Call me Jim," a handsome, slim, debonair man in his sixties was already waiting for me and he took me down a quiet corridor, through the airy, white walled building to his office towards the rear of the building, away from the noise of the protesters. "Miss Huppert tells me you had an unfortunate experience just outside," said Jim as we walked.

"What?" I asked. "Oh yes, you could call it that."

"Dreadfully sorry you had to put up with that," he said and seemed genuinely concerned. He looked like an ageing pimp in his silver buckled shoes, his faux diamond belt buckle and ear stud and his pencil moustache. Either a pimp or a ballroom dancer, I thought. He flashed me a blinding white grin, showing me how sincerely concerned he was.

His office's enormous window looked onto the beautiful lush garden with its multi tiered fountain, flower beds and marble statues of naked men and women. A huge swimming pool and patio could be seen to the left where a couple were lying together in a small inflatable raft. That made me slightly nervous. I ain't doing it out there, I thought, for this pimp and his cronies to gauge my customer satisfaction.

We sat in armchairs, rather than at his desk and, as I sat down, his eyes licked my freshly waxed legs. "I just need you to sign this," he said, pulling out a form from a pad he had taken from his desk and handing it to me. "Just in case of injury." I shot him an enquiring glance which he met with his grin. "To either you or the product," he elaborated.

"Is that likely?" I gulped. I had known of such a possibility, but now, with my purchase just within my grasp finally, the idea of the product hurting me was a suddenly an acute cause of worry.

"We've," Jim hesitated, but barely perceptibly, "ironed out all possible problems, so," the grin flashed, "no. It's just a formality." 

With the form signed, Jim stood and walked to the room's other door, not the one we had entered the room through. I saw him stretch out his right arm and draw his hand to his chest. His dark hand now held one of delicate milk white attached to a slender arm. Jim turned and led her through the door and towards me where I sat, trembling in anticipation. In a silk white gown and high heeled sandals the most beautiful woman I had ever seen lazily sashayed across the floor. My blue eyes locked with hers, brown and wide, and I was utterly hypnotised. Jim led her right up to where I still sat and I gazed longingly up at her, over her large breasts. Her body curved in the ways I loved. Her skin was smooth and opaque, allowing some faint blue veins to show. Her hair was a magnificent flame red that flowed like twisting and curling rivers of lava over her broad shoulders. She was a goddess and I instantly felt wet.

"Irma," said Jim from behind the woman, "this is Lesley, your companion." Suddenly remembering my manners I stood, finding I was slightly shorter than her, and offered my hand to shake, not that it needed more shaking. Languidly, not breaking eye contact for a moment, Lesley gently took my hand and pressed it to her luscious pink mouth. She smiled and I could do nothing but smile in return. "I'm not going to ask you what you think yet," said Jim, though I was hardly listening. "Please step into the next room where you may assess the product thoroughly." He coughed and pointed to the open door. Without being fully aware of it, I was led into the next room with my goddess and the door was quietly shut behind us.

"Coddle," said Lesley in a slightly husky contralto, "don't be castrated, Irma." My lustful stare suddenly became one of enquiry. Then it dawned on me that she may have been telling me not to be nervous, so I smiled, blushed and looked down. I could not tear my eyes away from hers for long though. When I looked up again she was leaning towards me and her beautiful, slightly parted lips were approaching mine. Like moist butterfly wings her lips settled upon me and my entire body went weak. Hands reached up to my shoulders, fingers gently pulled the straps of my top down and my breasts were then treated to a soft, expert fondling. As she kissed my face and neck I leaned back and felt the wall behind me. With one hand Lesley pressed against the front of my denim skirt. I sighed and my hips twitched slightly in response to her touch. I placed my arm around her shoulder, but suddenly she pulled back. I opened my eyes to see her untying the belt of her gown. It occurred to me that I had not yet seen her naked and, well, I had to see what I was paying for, after all. When her gown slipped to the floor I gasped. She was so perfect! Her breasts were huge, but did not sag. Her hips were wide and motherly. Her pussy was neat and shaved. 

This is the woman in whose arms I'd like to die, I thought, and felt a warm gush down the inside of my leg. I bet I could come just looking at her. She put her arms around my waist and I thought I would burst into fire just from her touch. Her hands slid around my waist to unbutton my skirt which she pulled down gently along with my pink silk panties. We kissed again and her lips travelled down my sweat slicked neck to my boobs which she softly squeezed. I began to feel her tongue tease my nipples. I felt a boiling in my entire body and realised that I was already coming! Lesley held my hips and stopped me from collapsing to the floor. She giggled and looked up at me and placed one hand near my groin. She raised an eyebrow enquiringly. 

"We don't have to sweet Fanny Adams if you don't want to," she said with mock innocence. 

Lost in a post orgasmic haze I mumbled, "What?" then realised what she had meant. "I'm damn well going to let you fuck me if I want to," I said breathlessly. Lesley hardly needed any encouragement and I felt myself being lifted effortlessly and carried to the bed. I laughed in surprise and delight and settled onto the pink heart shaped bed, writhing in anticipation of further ecstasy. I gazed lovingly at Lesley's full breasts, her gorgeous skin, her huge cock.

I gazed again at her huge cock. 

"Hm, interesting," I purred, "where did that come from I wonder?" I giggled and licked my lips, completely past caring about such an unexpected phenomenon, or Jim's earlier mention of an injury occurring. Her eyes locked on mine, Lesley placed her knee, and what a perfect knee! on the bed. Her breasts swayed between her arms as she placed her hands on the bed. She crawled up to me, grazing my body from feet to face with her erect nipples, followed by the already moist tip of her penis. With her hot breath in my face she slowly lowered her hips and nudged my pussy with the helmet. Impatiently I spread my legs as wide as possible, which is pretty wide as I'm a dancer, lifted my feet and dug my heels into the soft cushions of her ass, forcing her to enter me. Though I was gripping her hips tightly she managed to withdraw slightly before thrusting again. We both moaned and wailed, overcome by an unbelievable level of intense ecstasy. I became aware that, within the walls of my pussy, incredible sensations were being produced as ripples of flesh ran up and down Lesley's penis, as she continued thrusting. She found my g spot easily and the ripples concentrated there, rippling faster and faster as the head of her cock poked through into my womb. It seemed to have narrowed itself at the tip and was reaching further than I had ever been entered before. We kissed passionately as we came over and over again.

Lesley's semen was leaking messily around my crotch as she withdrew, climbed off the bed and stood as if awaiting further instructions. I didn't want her to let go of me, so I slowly sat up, completely oblivious to how tired my muscles must have been, sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped my legs and arms around her. I gazed up at her adoringly, then lowered my mouth to her cock. She had not softened even slightly. Her spunk was hot and tasted of cream and sugar. I have a very sweet tooth, so I sucked away and licked up and down her huge length. She began cumming quickly and I drank every drop of her gorgeous tasting semen. The hot bursts of liquid shot straight down my throat, making me want to suck more so that I could taste her. Despite her length I found, somehow, that I was still able to deep throat her, and my lips would slide all the way down to her groin where I stuck out my tongue to lick her balls. Her orgasms were continual which again set me off without my even needing to touch myself. I had never been so turned on.

Eventually, after sucking Lesley for a while, I began to feel strangely euphoric and light headed. The thick creamy liquid was indeed having an intoxicating effect on me and I started to giggle again. I had to stop sucking to draw breath and looked up at her face. At least I tried, but I found it impossible to focus. "Hey, there's two of you!" I laughed and fell back on the bed. I passed out more happy than I could ever remember being before.

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010

Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 02



Do Sex Dolls Dream Of Inflatable Sheep?

Two — My Toy Gets A Fine Tuning

I awoke feeling refreshed and with no hangover. The bed was so soft and comfortable that, feeling so relaxed, I regretted having to move. I sat up, moved my legs and found my thighs were very sticky. My breasts and chin were the same.

Oh Irma, I thought, what a naughty, messy girl you are. You need a good spank. 

I was alone now. It was only then I noticed there was a door opposite the one through which I had entered. It was a small bathroom and I made my way there, feeling a little trembly in the knees. I stepped into the shower and began rinsing off the gooey cum that had had such a disorientating affect on my senses. I had no time to adjust the temperature of the water before I felt a hand on my back, which quickly slipped across my wet skin, around to my stomach. Another followed, gliding to my breast which it cupped firmly. My nipple hardened instantly. Looking down I saw a pair of chocolate brown hands. I jerked my head around and found I was gazing into the wide brown eyes of a beautiful black girl. She had long, flowing ebony hair with blonde streaks. She smiled warmly and giggled at my look of surprise. 

"Au naturel id, Phyllis," she said and I recognised the deep, sensual tone, not to mention the distinctive mode of speech. 

I had forgotten that the model I had opted for, or the model I had been persuaded by Jim's silver tongue to purchase, was the dual racial model. 

Wowee! I thought and turned to slip my arms around Lesley's strong shoulders. 

With the water streaming down our faces we kissed like two rain clouds merging into one. Then slowly her kisses travelled down my body to where my cream was already beginning to flow and mingle with the water. Kneeling before me she kissed my quim and I felt a warm gush leak down the inside of my leg. She expertly caught my juices in her mouth and then kissed me again. Her tongue flicked over my clitty and I began to moan. I held her head in my hands and placed one foot on her shoulder. She kneaded my buttocks and held me firmly. I knew that if I collapsed which, given the fact that my orgasm would probably be too much for my trembling knees, was most likely, I need have no fear of falling and hurting myself. Her athletic body would catch me easily. 

As her tongue approached my opening I began to feel sensations that I had hitherto only dreamed of. Her tongue seemed to narrow, enter me and then broadened whilst inside me. Then, it slithered deep inside, making me hiss with unexpected pleasure. Her tongue was coiling around and around, exploring my entire vagina, caressing my g spot, tickling it like a little finger. I squirmed against her wildly, but she held me in place. My face was contorted in ecstasy, my mouth wide open to the streaming shower immediately above me. Hot tears burst from my lids to be washed away instantly. I cried as I came, my throat tight with barely containable sobs. I held Lesley's shoulders tightly and her tongue snaked up and down inside me at an incredible speed. Finally I did collapse and flopped onto her back. She absorbed the gentle blow with ease and carried me over her shoulder from the shower back to the bedroom where she sat me in an armchair. 

Disappearing for moment she returned with a warm fluffy towel for me to dry myself off. As I did so I noticed with astonishment that her skin and hair were already dry. She smiled simply and donned her gown and her shoes. I dressed quickly and was soon back in Jim's office. 

The walls between the rooms seemed substantial, but as he flashed his teeth at me, I wondered how exactly he assessed his customers' satisfaction and how much of that assessment was through observation. I had not noticed any cameras in there, but he had seemed to be very intent on his laptop the moment I entered. 

Jesus, I thought to myself, can't I ever learn to relax? 

Lesley came to a halt in front of Jim's desk where he was sitting. She stood with her hands on her hips, one heel raised and her leg slightly bent to accentuate the curve of her hips, her lips slightly parted and her eyes staring blankly straight ahead. 

Jim tapped a few keys and said, "I need you to provide me with three distinctive words which you do not expect to ever say by accident." 

"Who? Me?" I asked, looking to Lesley whose mind seemed absent from the room. "What words?"

Jim regarded me tolerantly and sat back. His smile soured slightly as he looked me up and down. He obviously found me a little slow. 

"Words to activate the different configurations of the doll. One for the male configuration which you have yet to try, one for the female, one for the hermaphrodite and one to change the racial configuration. Words that, when spoken to the doll only by you, will be match those stored in its speech recognition software." 

I was thrown slightly by his knowing that I had yet to see Lesley in her masculine form, but then a shiver of anticipation went through me as I realised I still had such a pleasure to look forward to. 

"Yuh, yes," I stuttered, "um, let me think." 

"At the moment the doll's various activation codes are the numbers all our dolls have when they leave the factory." I exchanged looks with him and I wondered how Lesley felt about being ignored so rudely and called 'it.' 

"At the moment, the activation code for the hermaphrodite configuration is five one two." He raised his eyebrows and I slowly realised with a queasy feeling what he was implying. 

Whilst in the bedroom I had said something that had sounded to Lesley like, "Five one two," and had thus accidentally activated the hermaphrodite function. I frowned and considered expressing my indignation that indeed he had been 'monitoring' my satisfaction from his desk, but Jim had risen and was turning Lesley to face me. 

"Now, I want you to give me the word you and nobody else will say to the doll when you wish it to become a man." 

Fortunately I had chosen these words already. I had been told that this would be necessary when I had ordered the product four weeks before and I reached into my handbag for my phone where I had stored the words. 

"After three," said Jim, turning round to the laptop on the desk, but remaining standing. "One two three." 

I love classical music and so I said clearly to Lesley's blank face, "Gershwin." Lesley made no response and, after tapping a few keys, Jim asked me to repeat the name twice. He then asked me to give the word to activate the female configuration. "Humperdinck," I said. Jim raised an eyebrow and tapped a few keys. The process was repeated for the hermaphrodite configuration, for which I said, "Rimsky Korsakov," grimacing at how eccentric I must seem to Jim, then the word to change the racial configuration, for which I gave the word, "Bach." 

"So," said Jim, closing his laptop, as we both stood by Lesley, completely ignoring her, "how, um, was it for you?"

I blushed, really quite angry, and began to make for the door. "Fine, thank you," I said without turning, "apart from her speech. She seems to have picked up some kind of weird dialect." 

"Oh yes," he said following me, showing me he knew just what I meant and thus making it obvious that he had been spying on me. "We'll have that ironed out by the time the product is delivered."

I stopped and at the door and turned to look at Lesley's back. We had not exchanged a farewell kiss, or even a goodbye and I realised painfully that, wonderful though she was, Lesley was not real. 

"Which will be?" I enquired without looking at Jim, but gazing longingly at the beautiful shape by the desk.

Outside, the hookers were still protesting and I was showered with rice this time, presumably as they had run out of vegetables. I sailed past them dreamily with a smile, casually wondering if they thought I had just got married. 

I arrived home a little later than planned and realised that I might have some explaining to do. I live with my friend, Alice, in a little wooden cottage by the sea. Alice had been diagnosed with motor neurone disease three years earlier and relied on me to care for her. She had grown up on a farm in New Hampshire with lots of sheep. Hence four inflatable, black and white sheep lurking amongst the undergrowth of our unkempt garden, there to remind her of home. They really looked ridiculous, but kind of cute, and I loved Alice all the more for such silliness. 

Passing the busy fruit and vegetable market immediately outside the front door, I entered and ran upstairs to the bedroom, still feeling buoyant from my date with Lesley which, of course, was still top secret. 

"My," drawled Alice with a pencilled eyebrow cocked, "you look like someone's been nice to you." She was on the bed in her underwear.

Already flushed from the jog up the stairs I blushed bright red. Alice frowned, realising that she had probably best not inquire further, and turned her attention back to the television. 

Since the advent of her illness Alice and I had drifted apart slightly and she knew I looked for love in the arms of others. We had both agreed not to discuss it, but I knew that it hurt her. To dispel a feeling of encroaching wretchedness I asked her brightly what was happening on the news. I blushed again when I saw the story under discussion. 

A bomb had exploded in a robot factory belonging to the company from which I had purchased Lesley. Apparently the American branch of Hookers Opposing Robots were now applying terrorism to fight their campaign and had claimed responsibility for the bombing. Alice snickered with her mouth shut and shook her head. 

"My my! Who'd be crazy enough to have sex with one of their stupid robots anyway? You'd have to be the loneliest person on Earth to go and do something like that." 

I stifled my indignation and tried to maintain a poker face. The TV reported that the company could lose millions of dollars due to damaged dolls. 

"Hey!" cried Alice suddenly, "have you made up your mind about what to do with all that money your Uncle left you yet? Don't you go blowing it on no silly expensive toy now. I know you, Irma, like the moles on my ass!"

If I could afford something to stop me blushing that'd be next on the shopping list, I thought. Instead of talking I smiled and winked at her, switched off the TV and turned on the stereo. 

"What do you think you're doing, you crazy cracker?" The severity of Alice's tone was tempered by her smile. She knew what I doing. 

The music I chose was Prince, Alice's favourite. I raised my arms up high and stood at the foot of the bed. I began gyrating my hips and spun slowly before her. Bending forward I wiggled my ass at her, moving it in a circular movement from side to side. I removed my skirt and top until I was only in my shocking pink frilly knickers. I slowly danced around the bed until my hips were grinding just inches from her face. My hips began to sway swiftly in a belly dance which she always found irresistible. She laughed quietly with pleasure and, while my back was turned, she reached out and pulled me to her surprisingly hard. I fell beside her and we kissed deeply. I hooked a leg over and continued to grind my hips, now against hers. She moved her hand down and I moved to and fro across her fingers, feeling her through my knickers with my swollen clitty. My breathing became ragged. My hot breath sighed into her face. I came gently and softly. I kissed her again. My lips then grazed her neck and bra as I moved downwards.

"What's eating you all of a sudden?" asked Alice, who then suddenly threw her head back as I began eating her. 

I pulled her white panties aside and tried to apply some of Lesley's skill to pleasuring Alice. She moaned and moved her hips a little, but I could tell that she would probably end up feeling frustrated again, like so many times before, despite however much I tried to stimulate her. Her illness and the medical treatments had all but killed off her libido. Alice still felt desire. I could tell from the glances she would send me, but it was rare for her to enjoy the full releasing pleasure of an orgasm. Eventually she lay there still and I moved up to kiss her mouth again. There were tears in her eyes which I brushed away with my lips. 

"I can't," she whispered shakily, "I can't. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shh." I kissed her face tenderly and cradled her head until she was a little calmer. She gave me a brave smile and, still stroking and caressing her, I sat up. Downstairs I heard footsteps and a voice. "Anyone home?" It was my boyfriend, Jean. Alice patted my leg. I squeezed her hand for a moment, then began to dress. 

"Coming!" I shouted and, blowing Alice a kiss, ran down to meet Jean. Standing in the living room in his white kaftan, barefoot on the wooden floorboards, with his guitar across his shoulder, he looked very bohemian. 

"Any tarantulas today?" He looked around the room dubiously. The carpetless room had a beaten up sofa, a chair with a computer desk and a laptop. Apart from that, the room was fairly bare, as Alice and I spent most of our time in the bedroom. 

I assessed the room quickly for tarantula infestation. "Nope," I replied. 

"Hm," hummed Jean, chewing his disgusting lady pleaser which looked like a squashed insect stuck to his lower lip, and fell heavily into the sofa which sank almost to the floor. He was far too heavy for it. He looked rather morose and he aimlessly fingered the strings of his guitar. 

I made us both a whiskey and soda and asked him what the matter was. 

It turned out that he had been banned from busking in the town centre because the local authorities had been receiving complaints from tourists that his singing was upsetting them. I could hardly believe it, so I sat beside him, put my arm around his shoulder and stroked the nape of his broad neck, under the dreadlocks. He was a big guy, but I loved his bear like body and his sloth like ponderous way of moving, except for when he was fucking me, for which he seemed to reserve all his energy. Admittedly his singing was an acquired taste. He often sounded as if he had swallowed a live fish and was trying to cough it back up. 

"What utter snobs," I sympathised and kissed him. 

My hand touched his crotch and his erection was instantaneous. Quickly he grabbed my skirt and pulled it up while I lifted his kaftan over his head. I straddled him on the torn sofa and kissed and fondled him some more, but he was too impatient for foreplay. He pulled my hips and impaled me on his enormous prick. He immediately began thrusting at speed and I had to hold on tight as if I was riding a bronco. He was obviously venting his frustration by using me and I could do nothing now but see it through, though he was hurting me a little. His big, strong hands dug into my ass painfully and my pussy had not been relaxed or wet enough to allow his huge size. He pushed into me deeply, deaf to my whimpers and gasps of pain. 

"Ow, ow, ow! you're hurting me, Jean," I protested, but his eyes were glazed with an almost bestial lust. 

He continued fucking me as he stood and walked, carrying me across the room to the corner where he pushed me hard against the wall so that he could penetrate me more deeply. My head knocked against the adjoining wall with every thrust and I felt a stab of pain in my ass, close to my anus, as something stuck into my skin. 

"Ouch!" I squealed and he forced himself even deeper and spunked against my womb. 

He groaned and I wailed as he continued thrusting like an animal, until we were both completely exhausted. He almost dropped me and turned away while I fell to my knees. It was the first time we had fucked and I had not come. I panted and gasped on the floor whilst fumbling around on my left ass cheek to see what it was that had stuck into me. It was an inch long splinter from the wooden post in the corner. When I looked up I could see Alice's dark face and brown eyes peering at me sorrowfully from the top of the stairs . She raised her eyebrows as if to ask if I was alright. I nodded feebly and she began to slowly climb back to the bedroom, shaking all the way. 

"I've a splinter in my fucking ass," I said, noticing that my fingertips were smeared with a little blood. 

Jean, who had already dressed, came over, kneeled and placed his mouth over the splinter. One hard suck and the splinter was out. At any other time I would have been turned on by that, but I found the childish, blood smeared smile he gave me annoying.  

"That wasn't a very nice fuck, Jean," I said, standing. He nodded, seemed to understand that I wished him to leave, picked up his guitar and headed to the door. 

"Sorry," he mumbled and left. I did not bother to dress, but went to the bathroom to clean up the blood and apply some antiseptic to my cut. 

"Fucker," I whispered to myself and cried a little. He had never been like that with me before. He liked it rough sometimes, but he had at least made me come. How selfish! Wiping tears away I tried to put on a brave face when I reappeared in the bedroom, but Alice could see how hurt I was. 

"That lousy sonofabitch!" she growled. "How bad did he hurt you, honey?" 

I shook my head, tried to laugh, then burst out crying. Alice opened her arms and I crawled into them, allowing her to caress my ass where the splinter had been. I listened to her soft breathing, gently stroked her breast in response to her caress and fell asleep.

*

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 03



Do Sex Dolls Dream Of Inflatable Sheep?

Three - I Receive My Special Delivery

I asked Lesley to draw a bath for me. She smiled sweetly and headed to the bathroom while I undressed and followed. She did not touch the taps as she knew what kind of bath I wanted. She removed her clothes and stood by the bath waiting for me. 

I sat on the broad corner of the bath, turned her to face me and said clearly and distinctly, "Rimsky Korsakov." 

This time I was prepared for, but still slightly alarmed by, the sight of a huge cock and balls sprouting quickly from between her legs. I placed my hands on her soft ass and began licking up and down the length of the shaft. Purple veins stood out on the opaque skin, especially around the helmet. She moaned and her dick twitched, hardened, and became erect very quickly. I took the pink head in my mouth and she felt so hot inside me. I did not have to suck for long before jets of hot, sticky cum boiled up from her balls but, as I was ready, I took her cock from my mouth and jerked her off, aiming carefully so that her spunk fired over my shoulder and splashed in the bath behind me. Her ejaculation was so powerful that some of it splatted against the bathroom tiles. I started to suck her hard again, tasting the lovely, sugary fluid. She did not soften and was soon cumming again, groaning with ecstasy. Once more I aimed her love gun at the bath and the spunk gathered in a gooey pool at the bottom. The third time I found that I hardly needed to suck her before she orgasmed again, but I still sucked, missing no opportunity to get myself high on her love juice. 

She came again and again in quick, powerful bursts of moaning and spurting while my hand never stopped slithering up and down her cum coated cock. The spunk was covering me as well, landing in my hair, dribbling down my face and oozing over my breasts. I laughed with joy and amazement at Lesley's incredible stamina and potency.

Soon the bath was brimming with Lesley's semen and a faint mist rose above it. It smelled heavenly, like hot rum. I could wait no longer after such hard labour and I tested the semen with my elbow. It was not too hot, not too cold, but just right. I sank into the spunk bath and allowed the white goo to cover and then invade every inch of my trembling body. I was drunk from drinking so much of it and my head slipped under so that, when I heard a voice, it sounded far, far away and it took me an age to realise what had happened.

"Irma, there's someone at the door!" 

I had fallen asleep in Alice's arms and now she was shaking me awake. Realising who it might be at the door I jumped up, slipped on a billowy white dress and ran downstairs. 

I opened to see Lesley smiling broadly. Jim stood there too, looking uncharacteristically peeved. This was unsurprising, however, as his hair was slicked with a thick brown substance of dubious origin. Lesley was free of whatever this substance was and looked stunning in an outfit of pink, white spotted culottes and halter, a bouquet of blood red roses clutched with one hand beneath her ample bosom and the other hand hooked into Jim's arm. She looked so radiant in the morning sun that my mouth began to water. Looking closer I noticed that her clothes were just slightly spotted by the brown stuff. Jim's filthy hair was dripping onto his hitherto immaculate silk shirt. 

I covered my smile with my hand and inquired, stuttering and frowning falsely, what had happened. He looked like he had been to a mud bath. 

"A minor inconvenience at the showroom, Miss, with the same ladies you had the pleasure of meeting there yesterday." 

"I see," I said and cleared my throat loudly. They must have moved on from throwing rice, I surmised. 

Jim took Lesley's porcelain hand and offered it to me. "Anyway," he said, straining to smile, "here's your product as requested, all fine tuned and ready for service, and," he handed me a cheap looking pilot case, "inside here's a complimentary month's supply of sustenance for the product and the charger." 

"She'll be servicing me," I said , surprised at my own cheekiness, while taking Lesley's hand and the case.

"Ha ha, yes," said Jim humourlessly and asked me to sign for the delivery. I could hardly wait to wave goodbye to Shithead and usher Lesley into her new home. 

Inside Lesley handed me the bouquet and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Thoroughly charmed I told her to make herself at home, placed the roses in a vase on the dining table, quickly filed away the paperwork in the kitchen drawers and opened the case. I wanted to get my hands on her immediately, but postponed the pleasure, drawing out the anticipation of so much ecstasy, while preparing her a drink. 

The case contained small sachets of a powder highly 'unsuitable for human consumption' as the packet said, 'and only to be administered to artificial persons once a day'. The printed directions were to empty the sachet into a large pitcher and add water. I did so and the result was surprising. After much bubbling and frothing I was left with more white liquid than the glass pitcher could contain and it leaked onto the kitchen tiles. 

"Irma!" shouted Alice from upstairs, "who was it?"

"Just, um," I shouted back.

"What?"

"Er, just the milkman!" I cursed and decided to give the pitcher to Lesley as it was, not knowing how else to serve such a massive drink. 

"Puff up you, Irma," said Lesley graciously, accepting the pitcher. 

I smacked my forehead, realising that the company had failed to 'fine tune' Lesley's speech as I had asked. 

Never mind! I thought, and stroked her shoulder as she guzzled the drink quickly without pausing for breath. 

She handed the pitcher back to me with a child like smile, burped and wiped the goo from her chin. I could not help laughing and took this opportunity to kiss her deeply. The drink tasted revolting and I retched, thinking I was about to vomit. I ran to the kitchen and washed out my mouth, desperately trying to rid myself of the horrible taste. 

How strange, I thought looking at her as she sat there looking concerned. Her body can transform such a disgusting liquid into ambrosial spunk! 

I decided to make myself a strong drink to take away the taste. When I returned to the dining room I found that she had moved to the living room and had struck a dramatic pose in the centre of the floor, with a rose between her perfectly white teeth. Stunned, I looked her up and down, wondering what hidden surprises this toy had in store for me. With her high heeled white shoes she began hammering on the floorboards and clapping her hands. Having recently learned flamenco dancing I laughed, matched her pose and began dancing around her.

"Irma!" shouted Alice from the bedroom. "What the fuck are you doing now, you crazy cracker?" 

"Chasing a tarantula!" I shouted back and swished my skirt against Lesley who then took me in her strong arms, held one of my hands and let me sway with my head near the floor, holding me firmly, then pulling me up swiftly to begin a slow, close, sensual dance, our eyes locked, our nipples poking and grazing each other through our clothes. 

As we danced about the room, we kissed. I gently prized the rose from her mouth and spat it out on the floor so that we could kiss properly. Then she spun me around at arm's length, pulled me back, lifted me high so that I squealed like a little girl and let my relaxed body fall before catching me at the last moment with my head an inch from the floor. We paused for a moment gazing at each other, when suddenly a movement caught my eye on the floor nearby. 

A dark, hairy object had appeared from under the old sofa and was scuttling across the floorboards to a crack in the skirting board. I squealed again, this time in fright, and leapt back into Lesley's arms. 

"Irma! What the fuck!" screamed Alice. 

I looked at Lesley, laughed at my silliness and allowed her to put me down. I laughed again, sighed, made sure the spider had gone and went back to the kitchen to finish my strong drink. I was going to need it because now, I realised, I really did have some explaining to do. I had put this off for far too long and poor Alice could not be kept in the dark any longer. I took Lesley's hand and led her upstairs. 

Alice was sitting bolt upright, still in yesterday's underwear and waiting for me to help her dress. I left Lesley on the shadowy landing outside. Alice looked up at me interrogatively, but I decided to dress her first and try to prepare her for the shock. 

"It's a nice day, Alice," I tried to say brightly, but she could always quickly discern any false note in my voice.

"Of course it's a nice day," she said irritably. "It's always a nice day here, when it's not blowing a fucking hurricane. Tell me when it's cold and grey and pissing down. That'll be something worth mentioning!" 

"Tut, tut, don't be so grouchy," I scolded gently.

She harrumphed. "You're up to something, Irma. What was all the noise about? Don't tell me you're so desperate for a dancing partner now you've started doing the tango with a spider." 

"You know I like to practice my flamenco in the morning." It was quite strenuous work lifting Alice's weak body, especially as she was clearly in no mood to co operate, but I soon had her in clean underwear and a short, violet dress. 

Alice looked down and observed, "You're not wearing any shoes," but then a movement at the door caught her attention. "Who's that?"

I could delay things no longer and so brought Lesley into the bedroom. "Alice," I said, trying to sound assertive, "this is Lesley. She's our new milkman." 

Alice looked blank. 

"Our new milk," I floundered, "milkperson." 

Lesley sashayed to the bed, offered her hand to shake and said, "I'm vigorously satisfied to twiddle you."

"Are you now?" said Alice archly, shaking the delicate looking hand. 

I groaned inwardly and, by way of explanation, said, "Lesley's from England." 

Alice studied her intently. "Well, ain't that something. Say, do all limeys talk like that these days?" She gave me an innocent, questioning look, but began to look irritated when she found that she was unable to disengage her hand from Lesley's. 

Lesley was shaking Alice's arm vigorously up and down causing my friend mounting distress. Lesley smiled her broad smile and seemed oblivious to the fact that Alice was desperately struggling to free herself. 

"Give me my hand back!" shouted Alice. 

Suddenly Lesley finally left go of Alice's hand but, in addition, Lesley's skin had quickly turned several shades darker. Alarmingly, black and blonde streaks of hair shot out from her scalp to cover the red locks. Alice gasped in shock. Seeing them together I realised the two of them could be sisters.

Interesting, I thought, and shrugged my shoulders, realising that it was clearly too late to start worrying about keeping Lesley's true nature a secret, or complaining to the company for not 'fine tuning' her as finely as I had hoped. The situation was now all too clear to Alice's sharp mind. 

"You got to be shitting me, Irma!" she growled looking daggers at me. "What have you gone and done with all that money?" She looked as if she was about to struggle out of bed and, despite my friend's frailty, I clutched Lesley to me protectively. 

"It was my money, Alice," I tried to reason. "I didn't promise you anything."

"You bitch!" she whispered menacingly. "You said we could buy a nice bungalow away from that stinking, rotten market. I thought you hated living in this tarantula infested shack." Fumbling with her two walking sticks beside the bed, she struggled to stand up and I gently pushed her back down, but her anger had made her unsually vigorous. "Don't push me, girl!" she bellowed and poked me with a stick. 

Realising that Alice was probably best left alone at the moment, at least that was the best excuse I could make to myself, I took Lesley back down and out of the house through the kitchen door at the back. Outside in the weed clogged garden I looked up at the bedroom window to see Alice glaring at us. 

"Come back, Irma! I haven't finished with you, no siree!" 

"I'm sorry, Alice, sweetheart," I called up. "I couldn't help myself. You know what I'm like once I set my heart on something." 

I waved and ushered Lesley towards my car which sat beneath some overhanging trees. Beyond that lay the beach. I heard a loud bang just near my feet and saw that one of the inflatable sheep had burst and in its place was one of Alice's netsuke figures, this one of a cat. I looked back at the house to see her weighing another figure in her hand. 

As Lesley and I stepped into the car I heard Alice shout at the top of her lungs, "Come back here, Irma, you crazy cracker!"

Out on the road I wondered what I could do to kill some time before Alice calmed down. It could take a while, I thought. Then I glanced at Lesley's pink outfit and realised that, pretty though the clothes were, she really needed some more, in fact, a whole new wardrobe. Besides, this outfit was only a loan. I couldn't have her going naked. Well, not all the time. Happily resolved to spend the day shopping with Lesley, I drove us to the city centre, exchanging smiles with her all the way, with only the thought of Alice hurting herself while I was gone to temper my joy. 

There was a heavy build up of traffic near the centre and Lesley noticed, her eyes clearly sharper than mine, a plume of black smoke billowing up from a building. It was the company's showroom where I had bought Lesley! As we sat stuck in a jam, a cop was going from car to car, explaining to drivers that another route would be preferable. When he came to my car I asked him what had happened. He explained that the organisation HOR had set fire to the showroom. After executing a u turn I realised how lucky I had been to purchase Lesley when I had. I eventually parked the car not too far from the shops. Lesley and I held hands as we walked. I still had no shoes on, but that was not unusual as I find it more comfortable to go barefoot. My body tingled with the pleasure of her touch and my heart melted every time we looked at each other. We had still not fucked since her delivery and I felt amazed at my own self control. If no one had been looking I would have fucked her right there in the car park. As it was, Lesley was drawing many stares from people, not just men, whose eyes seemed hopelessly moored to her chest.

Shopping for clothes turned out to be a little less straightforward than I had anticipated due to Lesley's exceptional bust. Panties and bikini bottoms were easily found, but bras and bikini tops had to be purchased from specialist shops for larger people. I selected various short dresses for her, as she seemed to have no preference. I had no shame in choosing the lightest and most revealing ones for her. Watching her casually strutting backwards and forwards in different frocks made me quite wet. It was only the crowds of people in the shops that kept me from stealing into the changing rooms with her and giving her a good seeing to in between outfits. It occurred to me that another completely different wardrobe would have to be chosen sometime for her male configuration.

Another day, another pleasure, I promised myself and grinned broadly while a shop assistant looked at me over his half moon spectacles. 

I was grateful that, throughout all of this, Lesley did not embarrass me by speaking to anyone but me. I really ought to give that Jim Priest a good talking to, I thought, then wondered casually if he had gone up in flames with his showroom. 

The hours flew by and I was so tired after making all of my purchases that I had Lesley carry every bag and box to the car. Whenever I caught a glimpse of her face over the piles of clothes, the broad smile was still there. 

On the drive home I wondered if I had given Alice enough time to collect herself. I decided to give her a little longer, so when we arrived at the house I suggested a swim to Lesley in her new mismatching bikini. With me just in my knickers we ran to the sea's edge, then dived into the waves. 

The evening sun blazed on the horizon while we sported together, laughed, splashed water at each other and dove for each other's ankles. She caught me easily, pulled me to her throbbing breasts and kissed me passionately while treading water strongly enough for the both of us. Flirtatiously I struggled from her grasp and swam back to the beach to lie on the sand. Somehow, in the playful fight, my knickers had vanished. When I opened my eyes there she was standing above me, her beautiful face peering over her huge mounds. I wriggled on the sand and spread my legs on either side of her feet. She was making me wait and I reached up to beckon her with groping fingers. 

She fell on me like a tidal wave and the pleasure rolled over me again and again like a continuous series of breakers. Her tongue snaked from between her pink lips and licked my salty flesh all over while her hands tweaked my hard nipples and fondled my boobs. Rolling me over, her tongue eased into my ass and explored my depths while her finger penetrated my hot cunt. I was momentarily shocked as her finger swelled in length and girth and began pumping me like a penis until I was screaming into the warm evening air with love and passion at the incredible things she could do to me. My wet legs snaked around each other as I tightened on her finger while my ass repeatedly pushed into the air, forcing her tongue deeper inside me. The waves washed over us, once submerging us completely for a few moments. I swallowed some water, but hardly cared. As the wave hissed and roared back I gasped and floundered, as weak as a fish struggling for air. Lesley's thrusts and licks never faltered. I cried and cried and my heart swelled with a love so great I did not care if it would burst. After my orgasms finally subsided she massaged me firmly and expertly, following each stroke with a butterfly kiss to my thrilling skin. 

I rolled over and saw that some people were still on the beach in the distance, looking at us and ushering their children back up to the grassy dunes away from us. 

Shit, I thought half heartedly and let Lesley pull me up. 

We made for the car where we had left our clothes. The swollen sun was squatting fatly on the horizon, but a cool breeze was blowing in which dried my skin. In the shade of the trees we were hidden from the view of the people who had seen us and, looking at Lesley once more in her bikini, I could not stop myself from wanting more. 

I went to embrace her again, but then she said, "You're ipso facto pulchritudinous, Irma." 

So surprised was I by this sudden compliment that I stopped, smiled and twirled en pointes before her, my hands behind my head to lift my boobs and show them off to her at their best. I stretched my limbs and shook my ass for her. It was such a nice thing for her to say, even though she had probably been programmed to say it. It seemed so natural and genuine that I felt really touched, and I gave her a soft, loving kiss to which she gladly responded. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by a strong, rough hand, spun around and flung to the ground. 

"Get dressed!" commanded a man's voice and I felt my dress land on my back. "You're under arrest!" declared the same voice. "You too!" 

I rolled over to see two cops attempting to push Lesley forwards. Completely indifferent to their commands and pushes, Lesley stood her ground casually gazing with love at me. The third cop who had pushed me kicked me in the ribs and I doubled up in pain. He pulled me up and I was forced to dress while he held me up. When I had slipped the dress on I gathered my breath, only to be handcuffed and then pushed from the garden, around the house to the van waiting at the front. 




Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 03



"What the hell is this!" I yelled, fighting against the cuffs. "What's the fucking charge?"

"Homosexuality!" growled the cop who was pushing me, "as if you didn't know." 

I found myself laughing at their stupidity. "But she's not a woman, you idiot! Ow!" My head banged against the door of the van before I was thrust inside so hard I slipped over on the hard metal floor. "She's not even human! How dare you treat us like this!" I spat indignantly. 

Lesley was also brought to the van, but only once all three men had pushed and cajoled her with their batons all the way. She stepped inside insouciantly and sat down next to me. Her soft body offered me some comfort from the bruising I'd received. 

"Shameless sluts!" one of them spat back and slammed the door. 

I heard another one through the door add, "That one sounds like a junkie too." 

During the short drive to the police station I rested my head on Lesley's breasts and sobbed quietly in self pity. On arrival I was separated from her, which caused me more pain that the blows from the baton I had been given, dragged and pushed protesting all the way to a cell, while Lesley was quietly shown to hers having realised that the cops' primary function was to shove and that cooperation saved energy. Mine was a single occupancy cell, for which I was faintly grateful, so I stretched out on the bed, my body aching, not just from the battering the cops had given me, but from the absence of Lesley and her sweet caresses. 

A little later I was allowed to phone Alice. She sounded so distraught I cursed myself for being so irresponsible to leave her alone. I simultaneously cried and laughed at my stupidity. Alice assured me that she would bail me out as soon as she could, but made no mention of Lesley or how a bed ridden woman could come to the station. 

We exchanged I love yous and I fell asleep, exhausted from the day's tumultuous events. 

*

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 04



Four — My Birthday Orgy

The sulphurous stench from the dead volcano rolled over the park as Odette and I found an unoccupied bench, sat and began surreptitiously fondling each other. The park was filled with tourists but, local girls that we were, we had little interest in the volcano. We had eyes only for each other. Odette was five years my elder and had the most gorgeous, voluptuous body I had ever seen in all of my fifteen years. 

I sat on her soft lap, placed my arms around her shoulders, gazed down at her broad face and began to snog her with a teenager's lusty energy. She licked the taste of the blackcurrant bubble gum that I had been blowing into earlier from my lips and invaded my mouth with her tongue which I sucked for a while until she did the same to me, only slower and more sensually, sucking up and down the length of it like it was a penis. We breathed deeply into each other's mouths and I let out little gasps of pleasure as I felt her hand slip under my white t shirt to gently squeeze my hard nipple. My mommy always insisted on my wearing a bra, even though my boobs were barely more than buds, but today I had been incredibly naughty and gone without. 

Kicking off my flip flops, I straddled her, pushed my chest into her hand and rubbed her hips through the cotton of her red minidress while she stroked my ass through my pink denim hotpants. With her free hand Odette cupped my chin and kissed me so firmly that we seemed to meld into one. I was glad that, as well as the bra, I had foregone wearing my orthodontic brace that day. Then her hand reached around my head to press against my pigtails as she held me tightly against her. Eventually our kiss broke, but her lips continued to stroke and gently nibble my neck and shoulders. 

"Oh Odette," I murmured.

"Irma," she breathed against my throat, "sweet, sweet Irma."

"Look at them!" I suddenly heard a woman shout. "Disgusting!"

I was jerked violently by the elbow and forced to stand. A scowling policewoman confronted me and pushed me away from the bench where Odette was being subjected to similar treatment. A few people, locals by the look of them, were standing a safe distance off frowning and shaking their heads. The tourists continued strolling past indifferently. Odette was handcuffed and so was I, to my horror. I immediately began to scream incoherently at the two policewomen as we were led off to the waiting car. 

"Suck my dick!" I ejaculated at my captor who promptly slapped my face hard, drawing tears and sobs of self pity. 

"Just wait 'til your parents hear about this, young missy!" said the policewoman shaking me.

"You're going home, ma'am." 

I opened my bleary eyes. "Huh?"

The kindly looking policewoman gently shook me again and repeated, "Ma'am? Miss Cerrutti? You can go home, now." I raised my heavy head and regarded the police cell around me, not sure if I should be grateful that my dream had been interrupted. I had slept in my dress and felt like shit, but the woman's smile did a little to revive me. With acute embarrassment I realised that my hands were clamped between my thighs. I sat up shakily while it was explained to me that they had made a terrible mistake in arresting Lesley and I. Apparently Lesley's true nature had been discovered in the night when her body had become stiff, cold and completely lifeless. I surmised that her battery probably needed recharging. A quick medical examination had proved to them that she was indeed artificial and, there being no law against sex with robots, we were free to go, with a warning to me that I should enjoy my toy only behind closed doors from now on. The woman even wished me a happy birthday. I smiled back, too tired to bother asking her how she knew. I had forgotten it was my birthday.

I was led, politely this time, through the station to the reception where I found Jean in his brown kaftan. I slapped his face, but so weakly it was more like a chuck under the chin. I fell into his arms and wetted his chest a little with my tears. His size and strength around me made me feel safe. 

Looking up at his kind face I said, "You were a bastard to me the other day."

He grunted and smiled ruefully. "I sure was, baby doll. I don't know what came over me. Am I still in the dog house?"

I squeezed his huge belly. "I might be able to fit you into the kitchen for a bit." 

We kissed for a while until we heard a series of grunts and bangs behind us. I turned to see two burly policemen struggling with Lesley through the corridor towards us. She was completely rigid, like a mannequin, yet eerily lifelike with her eyes wide open. Her once lovely outfit hung crumpled on her, the halter torn, probably from the policemen's struggle to persuade her to move yesterday, and the culottes rucked up her thighs. The men finally set her down on her feet beside us. I took one arm and, finding she was so heavy, I slipped my other hand between her legs to grasp her firmly by the pussy which was cold and still soft, of course, as only her skeleton had stiffened. Jean, seeing this, hesitated until I ordered him with a commanding look to do the same, though he gripped her by her round ass. 

It was only as we were carrying her, groaning, to the door, when we heard raucous shouting from outside. Through the glass door I could see an enormous crowd of angry women waving placards and pushing against a row of policemen. The moment they saw Jean and I carrying the doll out the door their anger intensified and sundry food items and groceries pelted the three of us in the face. Clearly my friends from the showroom had discovered that the police station had been harbouring their competition. Just when I thought we were to be spared the substance they had saved for throwing at Jim the day before, a clod of shit hit Jean wetly in the face. So concerned for him was I that I nearly dropped Lesley but, wiping his eyes clean with the back of his hand, he assured me he was OK and we bravely continued humping Lesley across the sidewalk. 

The nice policewoman who had woken me came up behind us and tried to shelter us from the missiles with her hands while helping us with our load. In both instances her help was futile, but I appreciated her sympathy and eventually we reached my car. We decided to lay Lesley across the back seat. Her legs stuck out through the window, but it was the best we could do. Thanking the policewoman I drove off quickly away from the terrible blood thirsty shrieks of the whores. 

Poor Jean smelled pretty disgusting and the smell filled the car. Also, I had to drive carefully to ensure Lesley's feet were safe from being knocked off or damaged, so I was eager to get home as quickly as possible. As soon as we arrived Jean took a bath and I ran upstairs leaving Lesley in the car. I figured she could take care of herself for a bit. Alice was in her chair by the window and I had seen her worried face looking out as we had driven up. I guessed from the sagging lids beneath her eyes that she had not slept. 

I walked over to her meekly, stood before her with my head down and said, "Alice, I'm so sorry."

For a long time she looked at me reproachfully and I remembered the severe look mommy had given me that time she had come to visit me in the prison cell when I was fifteen. Alice shook her head, wiped a tear away and said, "Oh come here, you crazy, crazy cracker!" I knelt before her and slipped my arms around her waist. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." She stroked my hair and I listened to the comforting sound of her heart beat. "Did Jean bail you out OK?"

I explained to her what had happened and she laughed, haw hawing and rocking me from side to side with her mirth. Presently I made her a drink to take with her medication and helped her to dress. Back at the window and looking out she said, "We need a new sheep," and we both laughed gently. 

"You still up for that party at Margot's?"

I nodded vigorously, not wishing to pass my birthday party up for anything, tired as I was. 

I showered outside on the patio, then donned the pink mini dress that Alice had been sweet enough to buy me for my birthday. With Jean's help I managed to extricate Lesley from the car. We laid her lifeless body in the living room where, the day before, her body had shown so much life and suppleness, then I pulled the black charger from the pilot case which I had left in the kitchen. It was only after I had plugged it into the wall when I realised that I had no idea where to plug in the other end. I removed her filthy clothes, turned her over, inspected every inch of her and thought, What the fuck now? Then, turning her onto her back again, I noticed that her navel, a hitherto inside out navel was now an inside inside navel like mine. I was gently probing around the hole when I felt something harden beneath her skin and make a soft clicking sound. An inch square region of skin around her navel rose slightly until the skin was taut and pulled back slightly from the hole. 

I gingerly inserted the plug into her and whispered, "I hope I'm not hurting you, Lesley." 

To my great relief the plug fitted snugly inside her tight hole. All her limbs suddenly twitched and her eyes lit up, literally. Bending over her face I made out the legend 'Charging' displayed in glowing orange letters across her corneae while bright dots flashed from one side of her eyes to the other. She lay completely still, but ever so slowly I felt her skin begin to warm.

"That's freaky, man, really freaky," observed Jean, then he sighed and landed his full weight on the dishevelled sofa. "So am I no good for you no more?" he asked with a vague smile. 

"Are you jealous?" I asked, sitting next to him. "I guess some guys'd be upset if their girlfriends spent so much money on a sex doll."

"Not me," he said leaning into me for a kiss. "I can't wait to see the two of you in action." We kissed softly and I leaned back drawing his body to press against mine. "That lesbian stuff turns me on." 

Out of cowardice I decided not to tell him of Lesley's full capabilities and I lifted my leg over his hip. He caressed my bare leg and I stroked his belly and hairy chest under the kaftan. Lifting my foot he kissed the inside of my thigh, travelling inwards until he lifted my knickers aside with his teeth and started to lick me. I played with his dreadlocks as he sucked on my clitty until he raised his large body and began to fuck me ever so slowly. With neither anger nor frustration this time he made love to me considerately, patiently waiting for me to come until he spurted deep into me. 

"Oh Jean," I sighed, "I love to feel you gushing inside me," and I kissed his neck while he grunted, enjoying every last throb of his orgasming cock. 

We held and stroked each other for a while and I must have passed in and out of consciousness. I became aware that I was being fucked again. I opened my eyes to see the long, black penis sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. Looking up I saw a firm, muscular stomach bumping up and down and a smooth, sweat slicked hairless chest that shone blackly in the hot afternoon sun that beat through the window. The face was familiar, but definitely not Jean's. It was Lesley in his male configuration and Jean was nowhere to be seen. I could only guess that, yet again, Lesley had misheard something said in his presence. 

His face was as lovely as before, only with a stronger mouth and jaw line. He lifted my leg and twisted me around without missing a stroke until I was being fucked in the doggy position. The sofa was being utterly destroyed by our powerful fucking, and as my orgasm tore through me, I tore the fabric to shreds, clawing it like a cat and plunging my hands into the stuffing. His ejaculations began to fire like machine gun bursts between my clenching walls, an orgasmic Morse code of ecstasy that pulsed in rapid succession until I was coming again. I stopped breathing for a few seconds and he leaned forward to hold me in his strong arms until I regained my breath. Leaning back again, he cupped my juddering boobs, tweaked the nipples, then stroked my back. All the while his dick was screwing me in the most incredible way. He thrust into me really hard, held himself there and I felt his penis swell at the base, stretching the opening to my vagina, shrink slightly, then swell again while his entire length spun like a drill. This happened again and again until I ejaculated, squirting my fuck juice into his balls. Meanwhile the other end of his penis was tickling the walls of my womb, giving me sensations that could never be described. I was in a state of transcendental pleasure that engulfed my entire being. I could not control my body at all and he held me tightly against his firm chest, slowly allowing me to eventually come down and rest myself face down on the remains of the sofa. 

I wanted to tell Lesley I loved him, but I could not find breath enough to speak, only moan. My pussy was throbbing continually, sending aftershocks up and down my body. I squeezed my thighs and the mere pressure of them against my pussy was enough to send me wailing again. The pleasure did not want to let me go any more than I wanted it to. I rolled over, touched myself and I shook again as gentle orgasmic waves washed over me. Lesley was kneeling between my legs, his cock an enormous dark tower with a purple tip. I reached out for it.

Then I heard Alice call me. I smiled at Lesley's innocent looking face. He looked like a young man, barely out of his teens. We exchanged winks and, reluctantly, I stood and dressed. Wondering only vaguely what had happened to Jean I went upstairs to find Alice waiting for me to dress her for the party. We both applied a little make up and spent a while fussing with our hair. I lifted Alice into her wheelchair and carefully wheeled her down the stairs. 

"Jesus H Christ, Irma!" breathed Alice when we reached the living room. 

In the middle of the floor knelt a beautiful naked man on a heap of torn, scuffed leather and crumbled yellow foam. Lesley smiled at me as if expecting me just to let him fuck me again. I grabbed his hand, apologised to Alice, and led him upstairs to see what clothes I could find him. We had a choice of one purple kaftan, left once by Jean for me to wash. Lesley would have to go without underwear or shoes. I did consider leaving him behind, but I was too eager to see what my friends would make of him. 

Downstairs I found that Alice was already outside making her way to the car. I sat her in the back and placed her chair in the boot. Lesley was much easier to transport this time and he sat next to me. Alice asked me about Jean and I wondered aloud to her that maybe he had become jealous of Lesley after all when the male configuration became apparent. Throughout the short journey Alice kept snickering and murmuring, "Oh lordy, lordy," to herself.

My friend Margot, who was very kindly hosting my party, was the head mistress of the school where I taught dance to a class of young girls. A dancer herself, and a well preserved forty nine, she and her husband Gerry were well respected in the community. Their home was beautiful with large, airy interiors lined with marble columns and with a huge swimming pool and patio at the back surrounded by tall trees for privacy. The old, dark oak front door looked brighter than usual that day with pastel pink and blue balloons adorning it. 

Gerry, a stocky, bald, bespectacled gentleman with a permanently irritated air opened the door, clearly resenting the role of butler that he felt had been imposed on him. 

As the door swung open, however, a loud cry of, "Happy birthday, Irma!" came from the hall. 

As Gerry neglected to help me with Alice, I struggled to lift the chair over the step until some people rushed from the hall to coo at Alice sympathetically and pull her backwards into the house. I looked with slight irritation at Lesley who strolled in and smiled back at me happily. That smile could become annoying, I thought. 

"Irma! Darling!" cried Margot, beautifully dressed as usual, and kissed both my cheeks. Her hair was in a bun that suited her and showed off her swan's neck. "Alice! Darling!" she cried, and kissed both Alice's cheeks. She inevitably turned to Lesley who stood barefoot on the marble floor in his kaftan. Her smile hardly wavered as she enquired, "And who is your handsome friend?"

I introduced Lesley who shook Margot's hand, gently, to my relief. 

"It's a Bacchanalia to shave you," he said smoothly in a warm baritone, bowing slightly. 

There was a long pause. Alice looked up at me anxiously, waiting for me to produce an explanation plausible enough for our host. I considered the possible excuses I could make such as, "Lesley likes to experiment with the different linguistic patterns and possibilities that the English language has to offer," or, "Lesley is charmingly original, don't you think?" or, "Sorry, but Les here's a whopping wang dang doodled über nutcase fresh from the loony farm," but I just couldn't be bothered. With Lesley it's action not words that count! I thought to myself and smiled.

Seeing my cheeky smile, Margot suddenly burst out laughing which set everyone else off, and both Alice and I breathed again. 

The other guests, all friends of mine, were mainly from the school, either teachers like Julie and Charlie, middle aged spinsters, or students like Sukie and Sasha, the beautiful young twins whom I had taught since they were little. There were also one or two others like Isabelle, next door neighbour to Alice and I, who would often keep Alice company while I was at work. Odette, with whom I had kept in contact for so many years, was there and we greeted each other with a chaste kiss. Mostly, though, the guests were young, pretty girls who wanted to say a big thank you to their teacher for encouraging them in their first steps towards becoming professional dancers, and I was quite overwhelmed. Many of them had grown into gorgeous young women who could have opted for modelling if the dancing did not work out. 

Alcoholic beverages were passed around by a grumbling Gerry, the only man there, unless one counted Lesley. We slowly wandered out onto the patio where a barbeque had already been lit and found chairs at the pool side or inflatables on the water to sit in. I sat beside the pool with Alice who had asked Gerry for a straight double whiskey, most unlike her. 

"I'm gonna need it," she said, "if that naughty look in your eye says what I think it says, Irma."

My smile broadened to a grin and looked away across the pool. Nearby I could hear Margot discussing events earlier that day in town, as she reclined on her enormous deck chair, sipping a Pimms with ice. She had kicked off her sandals and her blue toenails glistened in the late afternoon sun. 

"Well, it was really awful and shocking," she was saying to Sukie and Sasha who were sitting on either side of her. "They set upon this thing with anything they could find and didn't stop beating it until it was twitching on the ground. Of course, I had no idea what it was at the time. I thought they were attacking a real woman. But it didn't bleed or scream out. These women were so pissed!" She chuckled a little bit and sipped her drink. The twins looked rather disturbed by the story. "And those things are so damned expensive too." She waved at me and I smiled back a little weakly. 

I decided I needed something stronger than the whiskey and soda I was drinking and asked Lesley, who was standing alone but being admired by virtually everyone, to accompany me back into the house for a minute. In the empty hall I lifted the hem of his kaftan, exposed his cock and quickly jerked him off into my glass. I returned to the patio sipping the hot cream, and leading Lesley by the hand. I was enjoying the drink too much to notice, at first, that everyone had fallen silent and was staring at us. Shit, I thought and looked back to the hall. Had they seen us? Then I noticed the huge bulge halfway down Lesley's kaftan. 




Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 04



"Wow!" exclaimed the gaping twins in unison. 

Margot slapped one of them gently, encouraging them to look away. Julie and Charlie were whispering to each other, their eyes fixed on the bulge. Overcome with embarrassment, I took Lesley's hand and returned to the house. If I'm going to go through with this, I thought, I'm going to need more of this stuff, and I wanked Lesley again, this time not waiting for the cum to be dispensed into the glass. I drank directly from his gorgeous cock, sucking his cum, forcing him to ejaculate two or three times. His pubic region was smooth shaven and I massaged some of the cum into his lovely skin. My head began to swim in such a pleasant way and the room spun around us. Before I could stand a hand fell on my shoulder. It was not Lesley's.

Julie, a plump lady whose belly hung pendulously over her blue sarong, was standing beside us, holding out an empty glass. 

"I'll have what she's having," said Julie to Lesley.

Unquestioningly, Lesley obliged her with a few squirts. When Julie drank her eyes sparkled with the life of a young woman and she immediately asked Lesley for more. Across the hall people were watching and edging forwards, wildly curious about the antics of two crazy women and a handsome young man. A nineteen year old ex student of mine in a bikini was the next to come forwards but, having no glass she brazenly bent down beside me and sucked briefly on Lesley's penis. Her drink shot straight into her mouth. She turned to the others with her mouth open, gargled and swallowed. "Mm!" she hummed and rubbed her tummy. Soon everyone was in a queue. Margot pushed her way to the front and I watched her throat expand slightly as she swallowed jet after jet of hot cream. A door could be heard slamming and some people laughed nervously. 

"My husband drinks too much anyway!" cried Margot, her lips coated with the white stuff, and everyone laughed, this time with abandon. 

With Lesley now divested of his ridiculous kaftan, the beautiful girls led him by each hand back to the patio and towards the pool. The youngest girls soon removed their clothes too and dived naked into the warm water followed by their new friend. For a moment I worried that Lesley might not have been programmed to swim, but he scythed the water between the girls, travelling so quickly it took all of them to hold him fast. I almost felt sorry for him as the girls, like a school of piranha fish, completely overwhelmed him. The older women were left on the pool side to laugh and watch in amazement as one girl after another thrashed the water and cried out in ecstasy. Some girls were fucked underwater and, though they came long before their breath had time to run out, they would gasp when resurfacing and then laugh with joy. Their movements in the water were almost graceful, synchronised to Lesley's tirelessly fucking and bucking body. There was at least an hour of this wild frenzy before some of the girls began to swim back to the edge. They sat with their legs paddling, wiping their faces and crying out occasionally, "Oh my fucking god!" 

By this time I was horny as hell. I had stripped and was waiting at the side with the girls whilst a few others with more energy were still being pounded. Eventually these girls too grew exhausted and Lesley was brought back to the side. One beautiful smiling girl took him by the hand and led him to me. She kissed my cheek and wished me a happy birthday. Then everyone sang me 'Happy Birthday' including Lesley who embraced me tenderly. I was so overcome I cried a little and the girls gathered around me to stroke me and wipe away my tears. 

Lesley lifted me up out of the water, parted my legs and slipped his middle finger inside me. Once again it thickened into the size and shape of a large penis and he fucked me whilst sucking on my engorged love button. The girls climbed out of the water and stood around us, rubbing and fingering themselves and moaning in sympathy with my intense pleasure which was clear for all to see. Then Lesley's black shining, hard body loomed out of the water, knelt at the side and pulled me onto his huge erection. I moved up and down grinding myself against him, pressing my hands into his rock hard ass, feeling his stiff nipples rub against mine, while he softly bit my neck and face. Then I pushed him back and began to ride him vigorously.

The girls had formed a circle of beautiful naked flesh with Lesley and I in the centre. One girl came over, stood above us, fingering herself continually until she came, her fuck juices streaming from her pussy and bathing Lesley's face with the sweet scented liquid. She was so turned on by my fucking that she squirted a powerful fountain of love over the both of us. Groaning, she moved back to join the circle, but continued to rub herself. Another girl stepped over to us, a lovely small breasted nymphet, and twisted her hips before my face until she too came in bursts of gushing pleasure, coating and marking us with her scent. One girl after another ejaculated over us, so aroused was everyone by the sight of me getting screwed by a fuckbot. Some girls, desperate for more, began licking and sucking each other and they lay about the patio wailing and screaming into the deep blue sky. 

Lesley made me come over and over, just as before, and it took me a while to regain my breath after my twentieth or thirtieth orgasm. I was almost begging him to stop. I could feel a mild soreness in my pussy and my whole body ached with a sweet fatigue. I could hear quiet chuckling and I looked across to Margot's deck chair where I could see Alice sitting up and watching me. Alice applauded me, then raised a glass of Lesley's spunk in a toast. Like everyone else she was naked, but cum free as far as I could see, unlike everyone else. Determined to correct this I grabbed Lesley and led him by the cock over to the deck chair. Margot, meanwhile, was pleasuring herself on the garden table, laughing to herself, seemingly lost in some private fantasy. 

Looking Alice up and down I marvelled at how sexy she still was and how her careful diet and exercises had helped her stave off the worst effects of being virtually bedridden. Looking at her full boobs I remembered how much I had wanted her from the moment we first met so many years before in San Francisco. Only a few faint lines betrayed her advanced years. Her body, a dark bronze in the light of the setting sun, was still lovely. She was trying, and failing, to avoid staring at Lesley's erection that was pointing directly at her face. 

"I ain't fucking that thing, if that's what you think!" she said with mild indignation. 

She nervously bit her lip, folded her arms and crossed her legs, trying to convince me that she was not desperate to sample the joys that my toy had to offer. 

"Humperdinck," I commanded Lesley. 

The genitals shrank and parted into two lips and breasts ballooned to vast dimensions. The body softened and became a voluptuous, Junoesque goddess as before. Lesley knelt before the deck chair, crawled onto it, parted Alice's legs after a few caresses and some gentle cajoling, and bent down to kiss her fanny. Alice's tension, so apparent in the stiff way she had been lying, gradually eased and the hitherto hard lines of her muscles softened into relaxed curves. She began to whimper quietly. Deep inside Alice's pussy Lesley's amazing tongue was working its magic. Between the lips of Lesley's mouth and the lips of Alice's vagina the sliver could be seen as a pink blur, swiftly darting in and out. I sat beside Alice, cradled her head and let her focus on me while the pleasure in her body slowly mounted. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at me with love. I had wanted her to experience this for so long. Suddenly her body tensed again, her thighs gripping Lesley's head, and she came shuddering all over, convulsing from her head to her feet. Her eyes clouded over and she drooled, her spasming body completely beyond her control. Never once throughout her orgasm did I break eye contact with her. 

"Put your hands on me, Irma," she whispered. 

I licked and fondled her breasts while her shaking slowly subsided. "Are you alright, darling?" I asked.

Alice smiled. "Thank you," was all she could say, and we embraced. 

*

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 05



"Hit it, Margot!" I yelled, taking Lesley's hands and pressing my naked body passionately against hers. 

Margot at her grand piano, also naked, began with a slow foxtrot. With my eyes intent on Lesley's, I began to lead her in a sultry, sexy dance. I held her ass with one hand and felt her cock against my crotch while we slid across the polished floor. Everyone else, naked, were sitting in the large living room, watching Lesley and I move against the evening light from the windows. The girls whistled appreciatively, enjoying this unusual lesson from Miss Cerrutti, their 'respectable' dance teacher. 

"Gershwin!" I declared, and Lesley's body hardened into a virile man's. Margot meanwhile, thinking quickly, broke into 'Rhapsody In Blue,' assuming my command had been for her. Lesley instantly took the man's lead, spun me around, making me pirouette faster than I had ever managed before. I spun a few dozen times before his strong arms found me and pulled me in to his smooth, hard chest. Breathless, I followed him as he took me strutting at his side through a gap in the girls that sat around our feet. He lifted me effortlessly and I slipped around his shoulders and behind his head. I could only respond using all of my skill, amazed at his.  

"Humperdinck!" I cried, and Lesley was a beautiful woman once more. Margot paused for a moment while someone in our audience sang an old, tacky love song. Then she started up again with 'Hansel And Gretel.' I could not lift Lesley, but I took my turn to spin her around, catch her and bend her close to the floor. We had swapped roles quite seamlessly and Lesley was brilliant in both. For each move I initiated, she produced a wild counter move, close to the one I had anticipated, but wilder and executed with an ease smoother than I had ever experienced with any dancing partner. 

"Rimsky Korsakov!" I screamed, and a plenteous cock and balls sprang again from her loins. The music changed to 'The Flight Of The Bumblebee,' and I gulped in anticipation of what might come next. 

She pulled me to her hard and her cock slipped into me, penetrating me to the hilt in a second. Our hips ground together, our eyes locked, my leg curled around her side. She lifted my other leg and impaled me deeply, making me gasp and squeal with intense sexual enjoyment. The girls behind us cheered and clapped. With my feet pointed and my legs wide apart, almost in the splits, Lesley began to twirl me around, keeping her cock inside me. She spun me on her erection like a wingnut, literally screwing me. I tried and failed to stop my legs batting her tits with every spin. Suddenly I felt myself fly into the air like a I was a baton, spin there for seconds, then fall back into her arms and onto her cock. She twirled me over and over again before tossing me once more, higher, until I was close to the ceiling. Her control of me was so total that I could only allow myself to be played with in this delicious way. Now I was her toy and I loved it. I slammed back onto her, span, flew, fell, fucked and felt an enormous orgasm boiling up inside me. I came in mid air, my legs spinning like helicopter blades, my hair flying across my face, my pussy juice spraying across the girls below. Again and again I was penetrated like this, with seconds between each penetration while my sugar walls contracted, aching to be filled once more. When Lesley spun me on her, every inch of my vagina was continually stimulated. 

Margot finished playing and Lesley finally set me back on my shaking feet. I was laughing so hard from the exhilaration and was so dizzy I had to sit down. Meanwhile everyone stood and applauded. Lesley bowed graciously and I blew kisses.  

It was some time before I became aware that someone was standing behind me on the patio. I looked up and saw Jean, but he did not look happy. "Hey, sweetheart!" I grinned. "We're having some fun. Would you care to join us?"

There was muted laughter as he entered the room full of naked women but, strangely, he did not seem too bothered about that. He was shaking his head and mumbling something. I grew concerned as he began pacing up and down between the girls. Something was clearly wrong and I had never see him so agitated. I stood and took his hand. 

"What's the matter, sweetheart? You're welcome here. We'd love you to join us."

Kind murmurs of assent rose from the others, but he continued pacing and saying to himself, "Oh man, oh man, oh man, what gives, man? What gives, what gives, what gives!" 

I put my arms around him and asked him again what was wrong. I guessed it was more than being banned from busking in the town centre. When he finally started to speak coherently I, and the girls who were listening intently, learned that, according to a news report, the United States government had declared a state of international emergency. They believed that HOR, Hookers Opposing Robots, had gained possession of WMDs, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and were planning to bomb every city where fuckbots like Lesley were being sold. Everyone gasped and some dismissed the news, telling Jean to lay off the weed. I found their put downs slightly offensive on his behalf, but he was too stunned by the news to care. He crashed onto a sofa while I made Lesley dispense a drink for him. As he accepted the cum drink he looked up and suddenly seemed to become aware of his surroundings. 

Beside him, at his feet and behind him were beautiful naked women, but the sight of Lesley standing before him with her huge dong leaking cum onto the floor disturbed him. He was now the only friend of mine who had not benefited from my toy. Indeed, his manhood must have felt threatened by Lesley. Everyone regarded Jean kindly, but he looked afraid. Lesley was staring at him intently. The two of them seemed to be engaged in a staring contest. Lesley opened her a mouth and a long tongue snaked down over her chin, wriggled salaciously, and matched her cock for thickness and length. The sight was most alarming. 

"Gene Simmons eat your heart out!" laughed one girl. Margot, who had risen from the piano, made to diffuse the situation by suggesting that we make for the dining room where a buffet has been laid out. 

At that moment both Lesley and Jean sprang from their positions, Jean leaping over the back of the sofa, moving faster than I had imagined him capable of, and Lesley running after him. The pursuit was over in a second and Lesley caught Jean around his wide waist, bringing him crashing against the piano keyboard. 

Before anyone could stop Lesley, she had torn Jean's kaftan to shreds and was pounding her cock into his broad ass. Myself, Margot and several of the girls futilely tried to stop Lesley by pulling at her arms and legs. Margot thumped her on the back, but all to no avail Jean was being raped, with his hips banging continually into the piano keys. He was grunting, his face contorted, his eyes screwed shut, but as I grabbed him and tried to pull him away, I looked down and noticed that he had an erection. His generous cock was being squashed against the keys, but it was fully engorged and leaking precum. As Lesley's orgasm shuddered through her Jean came also and he ejaculated all over the white keys and some of the black, producing a din cacophonous enough to make Arnold Schönberg proud. 

"Ah yeah!" he shouted and fell across the piano. When he eventually raised his head he was smiling. He had actually enjoyed it. Everyone laughed gently and I hugged and kissed him. 

We all carried our drinks into the dining room where a most generous buffet had been laid out by Margot's unobtrusive servant, Gerry. Margot switched on the small TV in the corner and found a news channel. Meanwhile, a leggy girl with skin like polished mahogany was being screwed from behind by Lesley. The girl was coolly sampling the buffet, tasting a selection of delicacies while sipping a glass of wine, seemingly unconcerned about the energetic jostling she was receiving. 

The news reports bore out Jean's story, but people still gasped with incredulity as the United States president, Yasmin Hussein, gravely informed the World, from the Oval Office, that the States were now effectively at war. The hooker terrorists had made serious threats to destroy all cities and towns known to have fuckbot, or lovebot as the report said, retail outlets. 

The girl being casually rogered at the table exclaimed between mouthfuls, "Well, if the World's going to Hell, I'm gonna ride it all the way!" Some whoops of joy greeting this, but some of the girls still looked worried. 

Margot, aware that the atmosphere of the party had been dampened slightly, raised a glass of cum and said to me, "Well, Irma, here's to you and the amazing present you bought yourself for your birthday." She raised her glass higher, encouraging everyone to do the same. "Here's to our birthday suited birthday girl and the amazing sex god, or goddess, Lesley, who, even if they are helping to bring about the Apocalypse, deserve our undying love and gratitude for bringing to us, though I have yet to sample it personally, the best orgasm in history!" 

Everyone quaffed cum and smiled at me expectantly. 

"Thank you," I said and blushed. The few seconds of the intervening silence were marked by the slapping of Lesley's groin against the leggy beauty's behind. "I am pleased to see so many of my students here," I exchanged smiles with the girls, "and so many of my colleagues too." The older women and I also smiled at each other, then I looked again at the girls. "You have all turned out to be such sweet, talented and lovely girls that I feel very proud to think that I have, in some small way, helped to make you what you are today." Giggles were exchanged by all. "Who knows what the future holds? But in the mean time," I raised my glass high, "let's eat, fuck and be merry!" 

Everyone cheered. Margot put some music on the stereo. The intensity that the party had achieved earlier was resumed and it increased steadily as the night drew in. The leggy girl eventually received an orgasm that made her scream the house down. 

"He he!" laughed her friend, a mischievous, slightly under developed girl. "Not so cool now, huh?"  

When people had eaten enough of the entrées, sandwiches, pies, quiches and so forth, Margot's famous homemade cakes were served. It was soon discovered that Lesley's semen made for an excellent sweet sauce and many girls took great pleasure in jerking Lesley off over the gateaux, trifles and cheesecakes. 

As the host of this little function, Margot was determined not to miss out on the pleasures everyone else had been experiencing. She had mostly been too intent on ensuring that her guests were being well taken care of. Now, she had clearly decided she needed Lesley to take care of her. She had been eyeing Lesley all afternoon with a predatory avariciousness and this had grown into an uncontainable lust. 

She placed her arms around Lesley's shoulders and said, "Gershwin." Naturally, nothing happened as Lesley only responded to my voice. Margot looked round at me, frustration on her slender face. 

"Gershwin," I said helpfully and Lesley's soft, mountainous boobs shrank and reformed into firm pectorals. 

Margot grinned, relaxed and hooked her leg up to knead Lesley's buttocks with her heel. She gripped him with her strong, dancer's leg, closing the gap between their genitals until they touched. 

She bit her lower lip, looked down to see the purple helmet pressing against her hairy quim and said, "Oh my goodness, I think I'm going to enjoy this!" As Lesley entered her she threw her head back and tightened her grip around his shoulders. "Oh, that's feels so good," she moaned, drawing amused stares from everyone, regardless of what they were eating, or who they were smooching or shagging. This was their headmistress after all, and it was quite a sight for her students and staff. 

Lesley's big hands were buried in Margot's buttocks with one finger up her anus. She groaned with her mouth against his chest and ground her hips against his. As Lesley continued thrusting, Margot's foot slipped gradually backwards until her ass was against the edge of the table. When people saw what was about to happen they made attempts at clearing a space on the table, but it was too late. Margot fell back into her cakes, flattening them. Glasses and bowls flew and crashed all around as Margot was shagged across the table with Lesley pounding away on top of her. Cream and jelly squelched from beneath her and squirted across the white tablecloth. 

"Fuck me," she hissed, "fuck me! Ah, fuck me so good, that's it, ooh yeah, my goodness! Aah!" Her voice juddered from the violent thumps her body was taking. Each time Lesley withdrew, the length of his fuck sausage could be seen, glistening with Margot's own love cream. It was a long, engorged pole of pleasure that seemed far too big for a slim woman like Margot to contain, but each time Lesley pushed his hips back down, his penis disappeared up to the hilt, all the way to his pendulous bollocks. They both gasped and grunted in unison, the mounting pleasure of their rutting plain for all to see. Many of the girls were wanking themselves, taking inspiration from this amazing sight. 

The twins, Sukie and Sasha, were the first to stand on the table, dance nimbly between the broken glass while fingering themselves all the way, and squirt onto Margot's face and Lesley's bucking back. Many other girls did the same and I did too, so turned on were we by Margot's effusive outcries of ecstasy. 

It must have been after a series of several, small, rapid orgasms when Margot's entire body went tense, her breathing stopped and she clasped Lesley tightly. The two of them rolled across the length of the table together, pushing myself and the girls out of the way, their bodies melded together in one twitching ball of sexual ecstasy. At the other end of the table, Margot finally recovered her breath and let out an almighty, shrill scream, almost painful to hear. Her's and Lesley's backs were cut from the glass and smeared with cream, sauces, sweat and a little blood, but the look in her eye was one of triumph and orgasmic joy. She had experienced a Lesley orgasm, an orgasm so great and drawn out that all other sensations and thoughts were temporarily erased. The spasming shape of her body, entangled with Lesley's, knew only pleasure and her eyes were filled with love. Saliva drooled from her open mouth, tears rolled from her wide open, pupil dilated eyes and every one of her muscles was twitching with a life of its own. The twitching intensified, drawing further screams from her, subsided for a second, making her sigh, then would race through her nervous system again, making her shake uncontrollably. All the time Lesley held her firmly but tenderly, his limbs entwined with hers. His white juice had coated Margot's entire midriff, so much had he ejaculated into her. 

When Lesley finally stood, we all picked Margot up gently, kissing and fondling her whilst wiping the mess from her body and the tears of joy from her thin cheeks. She met our coos of concern over her cuts with happy insouciance and told us to continue enjoying ourselves while she went upstairs to quickly shower . 

'Keep On Loving You' began playing on the stereo and everyone began to dance slowly around Lesley, pressing into him, hands reaching out for his beautiful dark skin. The girls closest to him took turns to smooch him, while the others licked the cream and jelly from his body, concentrating on his genitals. Other girls who could not reach him smooched each other. 

As the song finally reached its chorus we all sang, "And I'm gonna keep on fucking you, cause it's the only thing I wanna do! I don't wanna sleep. I just wanna keep on fucking you!"

When Margot re emerged, wearing a brightly colored bathrobe and with her hair piled high in a towel, she looked as fresh and young as any of the girls. While making herself fresh coffee in the kitchen, she received Lesley's wonderful cock again, this time more gently than before, as she sat on the edge of the marbled working surface. Just in the moments leading up to her climax she began hollering and convulsing. The sudden orgasm seemed, if anything, more immense than before. She kept her robe on loosely, perhaps to spare us the sight of her flayed back, but the towel fell from her wet hair as she was shaken and pummelled by Lesley's strenuous bonking. "Ooh, that's so deep," she cried. "Do it to me, do it to me, fuck my pussy! Aah, yes! Oh my gosh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" We all lost count of how many orgasms Margot enjoyed that night. 

Many of us felt that we were being submerged in an eternal sea, a deep, wide, long universe of ecstasy. Even Alice managed to come three or four more times before the sun came up.

Eventually, we fell asleep, the older ones first, followed by the teens who, from sheer exhaustion, reluctantly surrendered their quest for pleasure for a few hours of dreamful slumber. Their soft, round, faces spoke of the joys they had been feeling and of their desire for more when they awoke, the coming day's darkness no more than a forgotten shadow. 

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 06



'Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable Sheep?' 

Chapter 06: Six — I Go Out with a Big Bang

I awoke to a scene of almost apocalyptic devastation. Margot's house had been left strewn with food and clothes, splashed with drink and cum, and littered with naked people. It had been the sound of Margot's husband, Gerry, clearing the trash from the dining table that had woken me. His hunched back was bent over a series of black bags he had shovelled the debris into and was now tying up. I raised my head from the sofa, looked around blearily, and screwed my eyes shut. It was going to be a struggle facing this. 

"Outa sight, man, outa sight!" This was Jean who was also awake, sitting on the sofa at my feet and shaking his head at the scene around us. "Morning, baby doll." He smiled and passed me a spliff. 

I was most grateful and kissed him good morning. He had brought his guitar and he strummed a few chords to the accompaniment of some more percussive crockery shovelling from the dining room. He began to growl in his gravelly baritone while I lay on my side, smoking, and watched Lesley approach us from where she had been quietly waiting for someone to need her again. She gazed impassively at both Jean and I. I nodded in Jean's direction and Lesley bent down before him. It was not long before Jean abandoned his guitar, unable to concentrate. 

Lesley licked his thighs from knee to groin, then nibbled the tip of his twitching cock. I watched, amazed at how swiftly his erection grew in her mouth. He groaned and shut his eyes. 

All this time troubled voices on the TV had been discussing that morning's shocking events. Everyone else in the room was still asleep, Jean was lost in intense pleasure and I was quickly getting stoned, so the news droned on pointlessly across the post orgiastic wasteland. 

"A nuclear explosion has caused devastation and hundreds of thousands of casualties in the centre of Los Angeles, California, this morning. The blast, estimated at twenty five megatons, occurred at nine fifteen, just as many commuters were arriving at their places of work. So far the cause has yet to be determined, but it is believed to have been deliberate. President Hussein has already condemned the bombing, calling it 'an unprovoked and unprecedented attack on innocent American lives and property.' Many are calling it the worst attack on American soil ever, worse than both Pearl Harbour and Nine Eleven. Rumours that the organisation, Hookers Opposing Robots, may be responsible have yet to be confirmed."

"Oh my god!" gasped Jean. 

Lesley had both his balls in her mouth and was stroking his erection with her hand, lubricating his precum all over the shaft. Jean had always produced copious precum, often making me think he had orgasmed long before he really had. Lesley then licked it up, covering every inch of him, before tonguing the slit of his helmet. I watched avidly as a thin tendril snaked from the tip of her tongue and entered his urethra. Her wide brown eyes looked up at his face to gauge his reaction. His mouth was an 'o' of shock and awe. She continued with this and slowly rubbed his penis up and down with both her slick palms. Then she deep throated him until her nose was pressed against his groin. I had never managed to accommodate all of his large willy in my mouth, but Lesley did not even gag. She held herself there while her tongue stuck out and slithered over his scrotum. Her eyes never left his face for a moment. Her tongue retracted, reappeared above his cock, then at the sides. The amazingly agile and flexible movements her long tongue was executing were also betrayed by undulations in the skin of her cheeks. 

Jean's hips were bucking crazily when he came, grunting and groaning, shooting his thick gooey cum all over her lips and tongue. The thin tendril drilled into his penis again, prolonging his orgasm, drawing continual bursts of ecstasy from his genitals that would normally be impossible. She sucked his entire length again down to the balls, held him in her mouth for an age, drinking every drop of his semen. 

When Jean opened his eyes and began breathing again he had slithered from the sofa and was in a crumpled, panting heap. Lesley gave us a spunk smeared innocent smile which made me giggle helplessly. I had been lying with my right foot placed by my left knee and my head in my hand, while my other hand rubbed at my swollen pleasure button. I did not penetrate myself as I was feeling sore inside. When I came I clamped my thighs together, squeezing my hand tightly and moaning softly into my spliff.

When my giggles had eventually subsided I mumbled to Jean, "Sweetheart, did you hear the news this morning?"

"News?" he mumbled back at me. He stood, put his kaftan on and looked at me expectantly, perhaps suggesting it was time we left. 

Typical man, I thought. Fucks, cums and fucks off!

Alice, who had been woken by Jean's grunts, pushed herself over to me, the wheels of her chair crushing glasses and plates all the way. She stopped at the sofa and regarded me severely. She seemed anxious to leave. She had been squeezing her thighs together too, I had noticed, but was now attempting to convince me that she was indifferent to the sight of an such excellent blowjob.

"You need to watch yourself, girl," she told me. "It's people like you that those terrorist bitches're after. If you think you can carry on sharing this thing," she pointed at Lesley, "with the whole wide World, think again. They're out for your blood, Irma. Ain't nobody gonna protect you from them and their Weapons of Mass Destruction. They'll kill you and your toy in a flash!"

"Well, good morning to you too," I grumbled, dressing, while my spliff still hung from my lips. "I can always rely on you to revive my spirits." 

I stumbled over to the dining room door and asked Gerry if he wanted some help. He merely continued stuffing broken items into the bags, shook his head and sighed. I was not sure if he had heard the news or not. I quickly washed in Margot's bathroom, found Margot fast asleep in a chair and wrote her a note. Having dressed Alice, I quietly wheeled her through to the hall, ushering Jean and Lesley before us to open the big old door. I felt terribly guilty leaving like this, but Alice would be needing her medication, Lesley would be needing her battery charging and her own peculiar form of sustenance, and I would be needing a comfortable sleep. No doubt Jean would be feeling restless, anxious to get off and do some busking, only somewhere away from the tourists in the town centre so as not to scare them. 

On the drive home, during which Jean was constantly groaning and grunting in the back seat next to Lesley, I stopped briefly to buy a newspaper. I could hardly believe the report I had heard earlier and had been wondering if I had imagined it, but the papers all agreed. HOR had declared war on the World! 

I had left my friends in the car which I had parked by a busy sidewalk. Lesley was visible through the window on the rear seat. As I approached, an old lady and her corgi were passing on the sidewalk. The dog paused to sniff my car's rear wheel, then urinate on it. The old woman tugged its lead, but it refused to move on, apparently curious about something in the car. Lesley saw me, stuck her head out and waved. I smiled and waved back, amazed at how human her actions often seemed. Then the corgi barked and I dropped the paper. The old lady screamed.

Lesley, who had been in her black racial configuration, instantly turned pale, her features thinning slightly, her hair sprouting streaks of red as if it had burst aflame. The excited dog yapped again and Lesley's skin darkened, her nose and lips thickening, her hair growing black with blonde streaks. Again the corgi barked and Lesley's racial configuration changed once more. The dog, having the time of its life, so pleased that someone could bother to react so dramatically to its barking, continued yelping, its front paws leaving the sidewalk each time it exclaimed its delight. With each bark Lesley turned from black to white, white to black like a lighthouse alerting people that a fuckbot was at large. The corgi put the whole of its little body into producing such a piercing sound that soon everyone in the vicinity were looking our way. When I arrived at the car I saw a young woman on the opposite sidewalk pointing at us.

"Irma!" screamed Alice from the passenger seat, "for Christ's sake, get us outa here!"

I jumped in and reached for the ignition key. I fumbled in a panic, adrenaline overriding the haze induced by that morning's grass, but failing to sharpen my mind. I saw other angry looking women approaching through the crowd, intent on us, their eyes filled with malevolent hate. 

"Stab it and steer, baby doll!" barked Jean at me and I finally had the car started. 

Just as we pulled away I caught a glint of metal in one young woman's hand. Loud bangs sounded behind us and I realised with terror that we were being fired upon. We all had the good sense to lower our heads and, somehow, I steered the car for a distance with my eyes beneath the dashboard without hitting anything, though evidently incurring the wrath of other drivers, judging from the amount of honking and yelling I heard all around us. I drove like a lunatic, my heart hammering, my skin bathed in a cold sweat. When we had the courage to raise our heads again I asked Jean if he thought we were being followed. 

"Shit! Not at this speed, I don't think," he said, looking back. 

"Irma!" shouted Alice. "Slow down, for Christ's sake!"

I had pushed the car to the limits of its capacity and now its engine was howling in protest. I eased down, breathed deeply, checked the rear view mirror, then laughed. I could not help myself and continued laughing all the way home, much to the angry consternation of Alice and the stoned bemusement of Jean. 

"You fucking insane, wacko, shit crazy cracker, Irma!" sighed Alice in despair.

Back at home I tried to redeem myself in her eyes by taking extra care and time over washing, dressing, massaging and medicating her. "I'm gonna need stronger medicine this time," she said. 

I made her some tea and said to Jean, "Hit us up, baby." He rolled the three of us a joint.

"Does she want some?" he asked, nodding at Lesley who stood in the corner. 

"Why the Hell not?" I said and a joint was duly rolled for her. I lit it and stuffed it between her lips. 

"Heaven be praised, you Irma," she said, thus dropping the joint. 

"Yeah, Heaven be praised to you too," I sighed, picking the joint up and stuffing it back in her mouth. 

I examined her eyes for an indication of when she would next need recharging. When I pulled down her eyelid I found a bright glowing orange bar to indicate that her battery was only half depleted. Jean went for a bath while I continued massaging Alice. 

"I can't understand it."

"What, Alice sweetheart?"

"Why those bitches would want to destroy something like her, him, it, whatever."

"You enjoyed the party, didn't you?" I smiled knowingly.

Alice glanced at me and smiled back. "Alright, Irma, I like her too, OK?"

"All that money wasted!" I sighed and shook my head, teasing her.

She slapped my hand playfully. With a glimmer of mischief in her eye, she said quietly, "Hey."

"What, darling?"

"Rip his corset off!"

"What now?" I groaned, wondering when I was going to be able to give my pussy a rest. 

"Irma!" she exclaimed in surprise. It was virtually unknown for me to be uninterested in sex, at any time. 

I looked at Lesley, still in Jean's kaftan, amazed at how her gigantic bust tented it, pushing the fabric well away from her body. "Well," I wondered, "I suppose."

We both giggled and I took a long, hard drag in readiness. "Rimsky Korsakov," I told Lesley who responded both to my voice and my come hither look, removed the kaftan and joined us on the bed. 

I quickly undressed and began snogging Lesley while her fingertips fluttered against my labia. Then she squeezed my boobs and I felt the swift release of my pussy juices. With her behind me at the end of the double bed and me on my side, pressed against her front, she eased her cock into my aching cunt and began gently spooning me. She was sensitive to how tender I felt and kept the penis to an easily manageable size. Thrilling vibrations tingled around my pussy lips and then went zinging up to my cervix. Alice was pleasuring herself, sprawled on the pillows. I narrowed my eyes and bit my lip, making little moans of rising pleasure. I smoked my third spliff down to a tiny butt, stubbed it out on the bed post and began fucking Lesley back with more energy. I turned my head and let her kiss me deeply. Her tongue slithered around mine, drawing it into her mouth, coiling around it, tugging it gently, while simultaneously running another part of it around my lips. She squeezed my boob and tugged at my stiff nipple with one hand, and with the other she teased my clitty. When I looked back to Alice I could tell she was so turned on. I started burning with an orgasmic pleasure that came slowly upon me like a rising wind, blowing through me, blasting every atom of my small, sweating body. My pussy no longer felt sore. My exquisite orgasm removed all memory of pain or discomfort. Lesley rolled me onto my front and continued fucking me. 

"Oh it feels so good!" I wailed.

I heard floorboards creak behind me and looked up to see Jean standing over us. I reached out for his hand. He needed no further encouragement. He lay beside us and wanked himself stiff. Then, disengaging myself from Lesley for a moment, I moved over to straddle Jean. He was so big, but he felt so lovely inside me! Lesley caressed my back and buttocks. Then I felt the head of her cock tease my crack. I started, unsure if I wanted her inside me there. I carried on grinding hips against Jean's while I felt Lesley ease what I thought was her little finger into my anus. It felt absolutely wonderful and I gasped in wonder as I experienced the joy of double penetration. Her hands slipped around to cup my boobs and I realised it was, in fact, her cock inside me, and it was gradually swelling in length and girth, gently pushing my ring wide open. Jean was thrusting me hard from beneath. I leaned forward to gaze at his face and bring my legs together. Both cocks were now tight inside me, one thrusting into my soaking pussy, the other fucking my ass from above. I crossed my legs and screamed one moment in pain, then in ecstasy. Lesley was squatting above me, her massive boobs brushing my back and her hands kneading mine while she pulled at the skin between my shoulder blades with her teeth. Jean stroked my hips and craned his neck to kiss me. I was crying now, my heart completely overcome with love and lust for my three companions. My tears splashed Jean's face, mingling with his sweat. My throat tightened and I let out a long, deep moan, wavering in tone as each cock pounded my body. I heard sweet Alice finally reach orgasm and her voice joined with mine. The two cocks almost seem to touch and caress each other deep inside me. 

When Jean exploded into my womb it was like rivers of fire gushing throughout my body. When Lesley erupted into my ass her fire joined with Jean's. The gallons of spunk that were being pumped into me flowed on and on, seemingly without end. Jean's orgasm was infinitely more powerful than his usually were and it was Lesley's example that had inspired him so much. He was giving me everything he had. 

When he finally finished twitching he slipped out from under me and Lesley transferred her beautiful penis from my anus back to my cunt to begin fucking me in a doggy position. Soon another titanic orgasm engulfed me and my body was sent into violent convulsions. Huge pulsing, cataclysmic contractions in my midriff shot out quickly, one rapidly following another, to shake my entire being, my entire world. She reached forward to lock her arms around me, squeezing me tightly to her boobs and her lips. Her semen soothed my pussy walls like a balm and squirted out to spatter my ass and dribble down my legs. I fell on the bed, utterly exhausted. The spasms continued and would not let me lie still. I shook from head to toe as though in a fit. 

Then I heard Alice scream, this time in alarm.

I managed to sit up, feeble as I was, and look at her with concern. Her eyes were fixed on the door and were full of fear. Another spasm shook me.

Jean's bulk was filling the doorway and he also looked afraid, standing stiffly. Then I saw the glint of metal at his wide neck. Behind him, mostly hidden by Jean, were three young women standing on the landing outside the bedroom. I recognised the one with the gun. She was the leopard skin legginged, tomato throwing hooker I had encountered a few days earlier. 

"Give us the doll, bitch, or Fatso here gets his fucken fat head blown clean off!" 

Pushing Jean before her and gripping his dreadlocks roughly, she edged cautiously into the room, keeping her eyes on me. Whether it was fear, the grass, or the intense pleasure that was still coursing through me, I could not help myself and I started giggling. I shivered with pleasure again.

"Bitch, this ain't no joke," said the prostitute. "I'll waste this motherfucking boyfriend of yours and you too if you don't give us the motherfucking doll!"

Lesley was sitting beside me, sweetly regarding the women with her innocent brown eyes. Another orgasm set me juddering and giggling uncontrollably. There seemed to be no end to them and I was damn well going to enjoy them, regardless of the situation. 

The prostitute shifted her glare to Alice and demanded, "What the fuck is wrong with this fucked up white bitch?"

Alice was seething with anger, but knew better than to antagonise someone with a gun, so she merely shrugged. Then Lesley stood, approached Jean and the prostitute slowly, her open gaze fixed on the woman. The other two HORs stepped forwards.

"Stay back!" shouted their leader and the two younger women complied. 

"Sorry, Marie," said one of them who wore a white leather skirt and jacket. The other sported slightly gothic looking gear which did not suit her at all. Thick make up was smeared distastefully all over their prematurely ageing faces. I saw from their eyes that, not only were they afraid of their leader, they were also afraid of Lesley, perhaps more so. They had only approached out of duty, but they were glad to be ordered not to step any further towards their object of hatred and fear. 

"Bitch, order this thing to stand back, or I'll fucking go all apocalyptic on your ass, you hear me?" Marie was also afraid of Lesley. 

I shuddered and giggled again. Lesley calmly stuck out her tongue at Marie and Alice groaned fearfully. Marie, however, seemed hypnotised by the tongue which lengthened into a nine inch phallus. Meanwhile Lesley's cock was erect and growing to remarkable proportions. It was at least fifteen inches long now, perhaps more, and it was flexing like a snake, growing with each throb towards Jean until its unstoppable growth took it bending past him and towards Marie. Marie jumped in surprise when she saw its head approaching her from below, breaking her hypnotised gaze from the tongue which had also extended towards her from around Jean's head. 

"Greathe," lisped Lesley in her sensual husky contralto. "I know you'll boom me jutht ath much as Irma and her Lady Godivath. You cannot boggle. I'm a phat fucker than you'll ever be."

"Marie!" screamed one of the girls, "waste it, now!"

But Marie had loosened her grip on Jean and stepped around him to face Lesley. Marie stepped around the fuckbot, apparently attempting to tear her gaze away, but evidently unable to do so. As she and Lesley circled each other, their wildly differing weapons pointed at each other, I could see Lesley's eyes were radiating a magnetic warmth that must have been impossible for Marie to resist, only a step away from them as she was. The other two girls were also fascinated and unconcerned about my perpetual laughing and shaking. Then the tip of Lesley's penis found its way, as if with a mind of its own, under the fabric of Marie's awful leggings. There was an undulation at her crotch, a series of bobbing motions, then Marie's eyes rolled up in their sockets. She emitted a strange sound, somewhere between a wail and a hum. The other two girls were also circling Lesley now. The tip of Lesley's tongue found the gothic one, licked her lips, entered her mouth and drew her gently by her own tongue until she was in Lesley's embrace. Lesley kissed her and fondled her ass while her other hand reached out for the third girl. She offered no resistance either. 




Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable... Ch. 06



Soon the three women were powerless, in total thrall to Lesley's irresistible goddess like sexual genius. Lesley's fingers and multifarious appendages soon stripped them of their clothes. They knelt before her, gazing up at her adoringly while they were simultaneously pleasured, one by her cock, one by her tongue and one by her fingers. The women wailed like she cats in heat while Lesley stood victorious above them like a deity of fertility, her glorious tits spouting jets of hot creamy milk for them to catch in their mouths or lap up from the floor. 

"Irma! Psst!" 

It took me a moment to break away from such a spectacle. Alice prodded me. I was still spasming and twitching with incessant aftershocks. It was almost like being unable to rid oneself of hiccups, only much more enjoyable. 

I turned to see that Jean had lifted Alice into her chair. The two of them, though naked, appeared anxious to take advantage of the hookers' apparent incapacity to do anything but serve Lesley, and leave quickly without disturbing this little orgy that had begun in the corner of the room. With Marie still in possession of her gun I decided that might be a good idea. As the three of us stealthily made our way to the door, Marie waved her gun at us, but with pathetic laziness, her pupils still buried beneath her lids. 

"Don' you fucken leave, bitches," she mumbled. "Ain' finish wityoo."

We froze, at least Alice and Jean froze while I juddered on the spot, smothering my giggles, then continued slowly and quietly out through the door. Marie and the others were in a World of their own, a World of orgasmic wonder that I hoped I would be visiting again soon. On the landing, I looked back at Lesley. She turned to me and winked. I smiled, blew her a fond kiss and trembled at the knees. 

Jean and I carried Alice down the stairs, the three of us still completely naked having neglected to find clothes in our panic, and left for the car outside. Wheeling Alice through the undergrowth I noticed that the three remaining inflatable sheep were gone now too. Alice regarded the tattered pieces of thin, black and white rubber that had served to remind her of her childhood home. When she looked up at me there were tears in her eyes. I squeezed her shoulder and promised her we would have some more, but try as I might, I could not refrain from laughing. 

The sea was a particularly satisfying shade of deep blue that day. I inhaled the salty smell of the sea sprayed air. Just as Jean was lifting Alice into the car I heard the screech of tires behind us and doors opening. Alice looked up in relief.

"Oh, thank god!" she cried in at the two approaching cops. "We were about to be shot by a whore!"

"You're under arrest, you filth!" blared one at us. The two cops handcuffed all of us, even Alice, and read us our rights.

"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be helping us? What's the charge?" demanded Alice. "We didn't have time to get dressed! Nobody can see us back here anyways."

One fat cop leaned over her and leered at her breasts. "I don't want to hear about your sick little games, lesbo."

I snickered, then tried to suppress a huge belly laugh but failed. Little orgasms were ricocheting around my sensorium like pin balls. 

The fat cop turned to me and demanded, "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" 

I shook my head violently, biting my lip so hard I drew blood. The pain barely registered as another aftershock raced through me. 

"How about this for a charge then?" the cop continued, addressing my quivering boobs, then my sopping wet fanny. "Holding a homosexual orgy?" 

"Oh shit," duetted Alice and Jean. 

I shook yet again, but this time from a far stronger shock, from my feet to my head, and wondered why I could now hear my orgasm as well as feel it. Then I noticed that the others were all still and looking at me. I wondered why the sun was burning so brightly. With more force than the most powerful earthquake I had ever experienced, I shook again. I frowned and felt like apologising. One's own orgasms really should not be allowed to reach such an anti social degree of violence. It continued rumbling, gathering force while the sound of it hit me like two trains smacking into my eardrums. Then I noticed that the others were gazing past me. I turned and looked upon a scene of bladder emptying horror. 

A few miles off lay the town centre. At least, it had. Above it now rose a huge mushroom cloud. Mountains of fire boiled into the blue sky leaving an obsidian black tower of evil smoke looming over us. Below, the town was burning, reduced to a sheet of lava while tongues of red, orange and white licked at the cloud's belly. I lost control of myself completely and voided my bladder and my bowels. 

And then, with my body purged and open, one final orgasm tore through me. Or was it the heat from the explosion? I burned and burned, agony melded to ecstasy by a heat stronger than that of the sun. My body, naked to the baking blast of the bomb's shock wave, blistered, cracked and burned to dust. 

And through it all, my orgasms pulsed away until my ashes had been blown by the nuclear wind far out to sea and scattered upon the waves that had rolled over the Earth five million years ago.

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010