7 comments/ 56272 views/ 10 favorites The Barbie Doll Ch. 01 By: Carnevil9 Donna felt Brad's cock deep within her, thrusting in and out of her holiest of holies. It made her feel full, and loved, and wonderful, and she hoped that it would last long enough for her to have an orgasm for a change. "Ughgh!" grunted Brad, and Donna knew that she would be disappointed yet again. Soon his seed was filling her womanly cavern, and a little drool came out of the corner of his mouth to fall onto her chest. Brad rolled off of her and wiped his forehead. "Wow, that was a good one, babe!" he said, and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'm not done, Brad. Please? A little more?" But Brad was already up and out of bed, and reaching for his jeans. "Sorry, babe. Gotta get to work. Besides, I don't think I could get hard again just now." "Well then lick me? Like you used to?" "Ewww... you're full of cum, babe. I'll see you tonight." He walked out the bedroom door while buckling his belt. A few minutes later, she heard the front door slam. Donna felt lonely and abandoned. She loved Brad, but their sex life just wasn't what it used to be. She glanced around the bedroom at her collection of stuffed animals for support. Brad frequently made fun of her, a grown woman still keeping her childhood stuffed animals, but she loved them, too. "What do you think, Mr. Frog?" she asked of the fuzzy green amphibian on the dresser. "Why doesn't Brad give me the loving that I need?" But Mr. Frog was silent. She turned to the Teddy bear on the other end of the dresser. "What about you. Mr. Bear? Aren't I still pretty?" But Mr. Bear had nothing to say either. "Mr. Owl? Mr. Alligator?" Donna polled the stuffed animals, one by one, but none of them had any words of encouragement for her. "Oh, pooh. You are all boys, anyway. What the heck do you know?" Donna then had an idea. She reached into the drawer of the nightstand and took out her old Barbie doll. She held the Barbie in her lap and smoothed its hair with her fingers. She'd had this Barbie for many years, and it always made her feel comfortable and safe. "What do you think, Barbie? You know all about boys, and how to get what you want. You have everything! A dream house, a dream car, a dream boyfriend, beautiful clothes... I wish I could be as perfect as you." "I agree with you," the Barbie said. "You deserve an orgasm as much as Brad does. He should have taken care of your needs first, before he got his own stupid rocks off." Donna jumped, and dropped the doll as if it had stung her. What the hell? The Barbie lay on the bed, still and silent, staring upward. "Did... did you just talk to me?" Donna asked the doll. "Of course not," said the Barbie, nestled there between folds of the sheet. "I'm just a hunk of plastic. I can't talk." The doll rolled its eyes at the silliness of the suggestion. "But you are talking!" protested Donna. "Not really," said Barbie. "I'm just your subconscious mind, using this doll as a handy visual aid. I'm only telling you things that you already know, but are uncomfortable telling yourself." Barbie flashed her a quick plastic smile. "Please pick me up again. It's difficult to look at you from down here." Donna carefully picked Barbie back up, holding her with the delicacy of a soap bubble. "Don't worry, you aren't going to hurt me," Barbie said. "I'm made of tough polyvinyl chloride. You can play rough with me if you like, just like you did when you were a kid. In fact, I kind of like it rough." She flashed that smile again. "I don't want to be rough with you," said Donna, still not believing she was having an actual two-way conversation with a doll. "I just want to talk things out. About Brad. And me. And me and Brad." "Well, Brad clearly doesn't appreciate you," Barbie said, and tossed her hair for emphasis. "I've been in that drawer for a long time, and I hear all that goes on in this bed. How long has it been since he gave you an orgasm? A month? A year?" Donna averted her eyes, not liking the accusatory look on Barbie's face. "You're right. It's been a long time," she admitted. "But we do have sex a lot!" "No, he has sex a lot. You just lie there and don't get much of anything out of it. You need to insist he takes care of you, first, darling. Either that, or..." "Or what?" asked Donna. "Come on, Barbie, or what?" "Well...," Barbie began, "I don't know if you're going to like this idea, but..." "Yes?" "I could take care of you, you know." Barbie favored her with a sly wink. Donna was shocked. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. Then closed once more. Finally she said, "What can you do? You're just a plastic doll. You aren't even really talking to me." "Come on, Donna. Eroticism is mostly in the mind. So am I. Let me help you." Barbie swiveled at the waist, and turned her head down toward Donna's groin. "Even though I don't have genitals of my own, I still know how to operate them, you know." She winked again. Donna blushed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. And she especially couldn't believe that she was talking with a plastic doll about her own sexuality. But she was intrigued. "Okay," she said cautiously. "Hypothetically, what could you do for me?" Barbie put a conspiratorial expression on her pretty face. "Hold me down by your vagina and let me rub it a bit. I bet I can make you feel very nice." Donna, blushing furiously, nevertheless moved Barbie down between her legs. Barbie reached out one hand and gently stroked Donna's lips. "Mmmm, nice and wet," she said. "Brad did a good job of turning you on. He just didn't bother to close the deal." She continued to stroke with her plastic hand. Donna moaned softly at the gentle stroking. "Yeah, you've got a nice sweet pussy, Donna," Barbie went on. "And it's sopping wet. I'll bet I could get my legs in there." "What!" Donna was shocked all over again. "You want to put your legs in my pussy?" "They'll fit. I'm quite slim, you know," Barbie explained. "Just put my legs together and slide me in. Make sure I'm face up, though." Donna was unsure of the wisdom of this idea, but she was too intrigued to refuse. She pressed Barbie's legs together and turned her around, placing her feet at the opening to her vagina. The legs slid in past her swollen lips quite easily. Donna gasped as the long, slender plastic legs rubbed her moist insides. She was surprised how pleasurable they felt. "Ooh, that's really nice, Barbie. Very nice indeed." She slid Barbie in and out, deeper and deeper on each stroke. She closed her eyes and arched her back, and gave herself over to the stimulation. "Tilt me a little, Donna," Barbie urged. "Tilt my head down between your thighs. That will bring my feet up higher." Donna did so, and felt Barbie's smooth plastic feet hooking up into her G-spot. The stimulation made her jump, but with delight. "Oh, my god, Barbie, that is so good!" she moaned, and increased her stroking and pressing. "Keep going, Donna; faster, deeper, longer. I can feel your juices flowing all over my legs!" Furiously, Donna fucked herself, harder and harder, with the plastic doll, sawing it in and out, stretching her lips, rubbing her G-spot with wild abandon. Barbie, knowing Donna's body as well as Donna knew it herself, stretched one hand forward and began rubbing Donna's clit in time with the stroking. This was all that poor Donna could take; the internal and external stimulation on her long-neglected genitals pushed her over the limit, and she screamed in orgasm. She clenched her thighs together and thrashed her head back and forth, all the while shuddering and shouting in pleasure. "Not bad, huh?" came the small voice from between her legs. Donna looked down. Barbie was still waist-deep in her pussy, and had a smug look on her face. "But I think I'm going to need a bath," she added. Donna slowly pulled Barbie out of her sopping pussy, shuddering with small aftershocks as the bend of the tiny feet caressed her inner walls on the way out. "That was great, Barbie!" she admitted. "You are a great lover." Then she blushed again. "Aw, that was nothing," said Barbie, with a toss of her hair. "I know lots of tricks. You want to see another one?" By now, Donna was hooked. She nodded vigorously. "Okay, pull your knees up to your chest, and keep holding me down here." Donna obediently lifted her knees, and hooked her left arm around them. She continued to hold Barbie down near her nether regions with her right hand. "Lower, Donna. A little lower and farther back." "Like this?" "Lower... Yeah, right there, that's it." Donna sucked in her breath in surprise as she felt Barbie's hand gently probe her butthole. "Barbie! What are you doing to me?" "You're going to love this, Donna. Trust me, I know you better than you know yourself. Just relax and go along with me." Barbie continued to circle her hand round and round Donna's tight pink anus. With her legs up at this angle, Donna felt the juices of her pussy, along with Brad's residual semen, run down her crotch and lubricate her anal area. Barbie smeared the fluids all over Donna's tight little ring, and then started to slowly press her hand inside. "Barbie..." "Shut up! I promise you're going to like this." Barbie's hand went deeper and deeper, and continued to swirl and circle. Donna had to admit that it felt fabulous. Soon she was moaning and clenching and enjoying the ride. The sensitive nerve endings of her anus were catching fire from the pleasure. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm off on the horizon. Suddenly Barbie stopped swirling, and withdrew her hand. "What are you doing?" Donna nearly screamed. "Don't stop!" "I have an idea," explained Barbie. "Hold me with my feet pointing toward you, and my head pointing away." "Okay," said Donna. At this point, she was willing to do anything Barbie commanded. She reoriented the doll as instructed. "Like this?" "Perfect," said Barbie. She turned herself sideways, so that she was facing to Donna's right side. She spread her legs slightly. Her left leg probed back toward Donna's sensitive, winking butthole. Her right leg, however, slipped back into Donna's still-dripping pussy. She plunged both legs in to the hilt, and began to writhe furiously. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!" shouted Donna, feeling the intense stimulation from the sudden double penetration. "Oh my god...." Grasping Barbie firmly, she continued to fuck herself, fore and aft, faster and faster. Her hips were writhing, her breathing was a rapid pant, and sweat broke out on her forehead. The orgasm that had begun to build on the horizon was racing toward her on a jet stream. The walls of her pussy pulsed with pleasure; the nerves of her anus flashed like fireworks, her clit throbbed under the rubbing of Barbie's plastic knee. Soon, all the sources of pleasure converged, and Donna felt a rush of exquisite euphoria explode deep within her, somewhere between her hips. It exploded and swelled and expanded, and soon engulfed her entire body, out to her fingers and toes. When it reached her mouth, her voice erupted in a scream of pure, unadulterated, animal pleasure. She let loose her hold on Barbie, and thrashed about on the bed, flailing her arms and legs and screaming and sobbing and laughing all at the same time. Barbie eased her way out of Donna's orifices, and lay patiently on the bed waiting for her to come down from her peak. Eventually, Donna regained her composure, and sat up in bed. She picked Barbie up and looked her in the eyes. "You're a pretty smart doll, you know that?" Barbie flashed her famous smile. "I told you. I know lots of tricks." "Good," said Donna. "I want to try them all. But right now, I think I need a cup of tea." She rested Barbie on the pillow, and went into the kitchen to boil some water. When Donna returned with her cup of tea, Barbie was sitting up with her legs crossed, wiggling one foot impatiently. "Are you ready? I'm raring to go," she said. "I've been alone in that drawer for a long time." "I'm sorry about that. Let me finish my tea first. Then you can show me new tricks all afternoon, until Brad gets home. I am in your hands, little lover!" **************************** Later, Donna heard Brad's car in the driveway. She was sprawled on the bed, exhausted from hours of sex with Barbie. Her body was limp as a dishrag, but her smile was from ear to ear. Brad came into the bedroom and saw her there. "Still in bed, waiting for me, eh? Good! I'm horny and ready to go." He began unbuckling his trousers. "Oh, Brad, not now, please. I'm exhausted! Just lie here with me and hold me, okay?" "Sure thing, babe. I guess you're still worn out from that great shagging I gave you this morning, eh? Oh well, I guess I don't know my own strength." He finished shedding his clothes and climbed into the bed. The he noticed the Barbie doll sitting on top of the headboard. "Hey, is that your old Barbie? I didn't know you still had that old thing. You're so cute." "Yes, Barbie is my oldest and dearest friend," Donna said. "I thought it would be nice to have her around again." As Brad wrapped his arms around Donna's waist, spooning her from behind, she looked up at Barbie and blew her a silent kiss. Barbie smiled back and gave her a knowing wink. Tomorrow was another day! The Barbie Doll Ch. 02 "Donna, I think I should have a chat with Brad, alone," Barbie said. "You can't keep getting your sex from me every day. Brad needs to be educated." Barbie was sitting up on the headboard of the bed, with her legs crossed. Donna was sprawled on the bed, exhausted. Brad had again left her unsatisfied before leaving for work, but Barbie had taken care of her needs, fully. This was the third day in a row. "Don't be silly, Barbie," Donna protested. "You can't talk to Brad, especially without me in the room; you are just a doll, speaking through my subconscious, saying things that I'm afraid to say." "Well, Brad has a subconscious too, doesn't he? I can say things through him." Donna considered the idea for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I don't think that will work. For one thing, Brad's a boy. I don't think they have a subconscious. And besides, I don't think he's smart enough to have one even if other boys do." "Don't you be silly, Donna," Barbie said, with a toss of her blonde locks. "Everyone has a subconscious. Brad's is probably just dormant. We'll have to find a way to wake it up." "How do we do that?" Donna wanted to know. "Well, obviously you will have to do it, since he won't be able to hear me until after it's been brought back to life." Barbie thought about the problem a bit, her arms folded and her foot wiggling in the air. Then she had an idea. "I think I've got it! A boy's subconscious mind, much like his conscious mind, is always thinking about sex. That's how we'll wake his up." "Okay, what do we do?" "You just tell him that I want to have a chat with him, alone. He'll ask why. You tell him that I think he's sexy." "And that will wake up his subconscious?" Donna had her doubts about this plan. "I tell him my doll thinks he's sexy, and that will magically bring his subconscious to life?" "Of course it will," said Barbie. "He'll be intrigued. All boys like having their egos stroked. His conscious mind knows I'm just a plastic doll, so it will have to be his subconscious mind that revels in the compliment. That will wake it up, and I'll be able to chat with him." She puffed out her plastic chest, proud of her brilliant plan. "Well, I'm not so sure it will work. Brad may be denser than you think. But I guess it couldn't hurt to try. At worst, he'll just think I'm crazy. And he already thinks that!" Nevertheless, Donna agreed to the plan. After Brad got home from work, as they were finishing up their dinner, she broached the subject. "Brad, darling, I have to talk to you about something," she said, as she was putting the dishes in the sink. "What, babe?" Brad asked, as he loosened his belt after their filling meal. "Well, it's going to sound kind of strange. My Barbie doll, she thinks you're sexy, and she wants to have a chat with you." Donna was glad she was facing the sink, so that Brad couldn't see her face as she uttered this ridiculous statement. Brad just sat there staring with a blank look on his face, unable to process this information. He wasn't the smartest guy under normal circumstances, and this preposterous proposition from Donna completely boggled his mind. Donna turned from the sink, took his hand, and pulled him up from his seat. "Come on, Brad. I'm serious. It won't take long." She dragged him into the bedroom, where Barbie was waiting on the headboard. "Barbie, here's Brad. You two chat as long as you like. I'll be doing the dishes." And she returned to the kitchen, leaving Brad staring dumbfounded after her retreating figure. Finally, Brad turned to face the doll on the headboard. He rolled his eyes. "Yo, Barbie, what's up?" he chuckled. What a waste of time! Barbie, of course, was silent. "Donna said you wanted to talk. Well, she's a little bit crazy, I know, but here I am if you want to talk." Barbie remained silent. Brad tilted his head, and wondered why real women weren't so slender and leggy as a Barbie doll. That would be something, he thought, to have a real, living Barbie doll to screw! Donna had said this one thought he was sexy. That wasn't possible, of course. But if it were, well, of course she'd think he was sexy! Brad flexed a few muscles and looked at himself in the dresser mirror. Damn, he was fine! "Of course I think you're sexy, Brad," said Barbie suddenly. Brad whirled around, eyes wide. "You do talk!" he said, his mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Whoa!" "Certainly I talk, Brad. Donna and I have had many a chat. But now I want to chat with you." "Ummmm, okay. What about?" "About sex. Donna loves you very much, but you need to do a better job of pleasing her when you two make love." Brad considered this. "She has seemed a bit bored lately when we do it. Is that why? Jeez, Barbie. I love Donna, and I certainly want her to be happy." He chewed his lip. He couldn't believe he was conversing with a plastic doll. But even more, he wondered why it had never occurred to him that Donna wasn't being pleasured sufficiently. But he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. "What do I need to do, Barbie?" "Maybe you just need a little coaching in the loving department. I'll be glad to give you some pointers." "That'd be great, Barbie. Tell me what I need to do to make Donna really feel good." "I'll do better than tell you; I'll show you! First, get your clothes off." Brad started shedding his clothes. A small part of his mind wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing, getting naked in the bedroom with a Barbie doll. But the larger part of his mind told the small part to shut the fuck up; a girl with a great body just asked him to get undressed. That's the sort of thing you don't argue with. "Now what?" he asked, when he was completely disrobed. "Well, now take my clothes off me, silly," said Barbie. Brad picked her up and pulled her dress up over her head. He wished all women were this easy to unclothe. "Are you hard yet, Brad?" Barbie asked. She glanced down at his crotch. "Nope, not yet. Don't you find me sexy?" She tossed her hair and flashed her famous smile. "Maybe you could, uh, help me a little?" Brad asked. He held her down near his twitching cock. Barbie reached out both arms, and placed her plastic hands on each side of his shaft. She began sliding them up and down his length. Brad felt himself filling up with blood, and unfurling like a flag on a windy day. Soon his cock was standing proud and tall. "Very nice!" squealed Barbie. "Do you mind if I keep stroking you like this? It's fun," she asked. "No problem, Barbie, I like it too. But how about some lube?" He rummaged in the nightstand drawer, and got out a bottle of Astroglide. He poured it all over his erect cock and Barbie's hands and arms. Now the sliding plastic limbs really felt good. He moved Barbie back and forth over his cock, his shaft wedged between her slick arms, and felt the pleasure in him build. This little doll really knew how to give a hand job! Or maybe an arm job would be a better name for it, he thought. After several minutes, Brad was lost in the rapture of Barbie's sliding arms. But she soon called him out of his reverie. "Brad!" she said, and stopped stroking him. He stared down at her. "I have a better idea. Why don't you lie on the bed, with your feet up on the headboard?" "Okay," said Brad. The doll hasn't steered him wrong yet, he thought. He stretched out on the bed, on his back, with his head pointing toward the footboard, and his feet up on the headboard. "Now what?" "Now lube up my legs, and hold me down near your balls," Barbie commanded. "You might want to re-lube my arms, too." Brad drizzled some more lube onto her, and moved her down near his taut nut sack, anticipating whatever Barbie had in mind. Barbie again started stroking Brad's shaft with her lubed-up arms, but she also took his scrotum between her knees, and began massaging them with her legs in a bicycle-pedaling motion. Brad moaned out loud at the intense sensations. No wonder Donna liked this little doll so much! She was a hot little number! He closed his eyes and reveled in the pleasure of the stroking and rubbing on his genitals. After a few more minutes, however, Barbie proceeded to the next phase of her plan. She extended one leg further down and back, until her upward hooking foot reached Brad's brown puckered butthole. She stroked her lubed-up toes in circles around his crinkly orifice, never missing a stroke on his shaft with her arms. Brad moaned even louder, and pre-cum began leaking out of his dick eye. Barbie continued circling and circling with her foot. Brad was loving it. A few more minutes passed, and then Barbie pressed her foot into Brad's opening. Just a little bit at first, but then further and deeper. Brad's moaning increased, and was soon accompanied by shuddering and shivering in ecstasy. Soon Barbie had her leg buried in his asshole up to her knee, and wiggled it around as much as she possibly could. Brad was in heaven! When Barbie noticed that Brad's balls were getting seriously tight, and his pre-cum was oozing like a flow of lava, she was afraid that he was getting close to an orgasm. She pulled her leg out of his anus and stopped stroking his cock. "What's the matter, Barbie?" Brad gasped. "I was getting close to cumming!" "Yes, I know, Brad. But I don't want you to cum just yet. I want you to tit-fuck me now." Brad held Barbie up in front of his face and looked her over. She had a mighty nice rack, for her size, but it still wasn't big enough to engulf his cock. Especially given the lack of discernable cleavage. "Are you sure that will work?" he asked. "Of course it will. You have to learn to trust me. Lay me on my back and lube me up again." Brad rolled up off the bed and stood beside it. He laid Barbie on her back, and she instantly lifted and spread her legs into a large V. Her tiny butt was just near the edge of the bed. He grabbed the bottle of Astroglide, and lubed up her chest and her inner thighs. "Now you've got the idea!" Barbie cooed. "Lay that big cock onto me and give me a good fucking, Brad! Make me a woman!" Brad leaned up against the edge of the bed, and flopped his stiff prick onto Barbie's abdomen, between her legs. His cock head rested on her naked breasts, his slit pointing directly at her face. Barbie clamped her legs tightly around his shaft. "Give it to me, big boy!" she said. Brad needed no further urging. Standing lightly on the balls of his feet, he swung back and forth in that lubed-up V formed by Barbie's extended legs. He held her in place with one hand, and steadied himself on the bed with the other. The sensitive underside of his cock head slid back and forth over the ridge of her breasts, which sent waves and waves of ecstasy through his body, to the accompaniment of he slick, tight thighs clamped firmly on his shaft. Over and over Brad slid in that slick, plastic channel, eyes fixed on Barbie's beautiful plastic face, bright eyes, and tousled blonde hair. "Come on, Brad! Fuck me good!" Barbie urged. "I love that big cock of yours, it feels so good on my boobs, on my belly, and rubbing against my crotch. Harder, Brad, harder!" Urged on, Brad pumped and rubbed faster and faster. He felt his teeth grit, and heard the blood pounding in his ears. His balls tightened up again, and his cock head flared and turned bright purple. He knew he was close. "I'm going to cum, Barbie! I'm going to cum!" he shouted. Barbie squeezed his shaft tighter with her legs. Brad felt himself going over the edge; his knees locked, his jaw clamped, and his body began to spasm. Cum began spurting out of his dick; rope after rope of pearly white cum, splashing directly onto Barbie's face and into her hair. She took it all without wincing. She loves it! thought Brad, between spasms. What a woman! His dick finally stopped jerking and spurting, and he lifted it out from between Barbie's legs. "That was great, Brad!" Barbie told him, cum dripping off of her face and running down to her jutting breasts. "But I think I'm going to need a bath soon." Brad laughed. "Yeah, it was great, Barbie. I'm sorry I coated your face with so much cum. Are you sure you can breathe through all that?" "Don't be silly, Brad. I'm a doll. I don't need to breathe." "Oh. Sorry, I forgot. I guess that makes sense." Brad sat Barbie up on the pillow and sat down on the bed facing her. "You sure are a great lover, you know?" "I'm not just a great lover, Brad," Barbie told him. "More importantly, I'm a good teacher. This was not just about sex. It was to teach you to be a better lover for Donna." "Uhhh, okay. What did I just learn?" Brad was confused. He wasn't aware that he'd been taught any lessons. "You learned to listen, Brad. You learned that if I tell you to do something for me in bed, you should trust me and do it. Isn't that right?" "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, Barbie. You are a good teacher." "Good. Don't forget that lesson next time you are in bed with Donna. And speaking of Donna, why don't you go tell her that we're done with our chat?" "Okay, I will. Let me get my clothes..." "No, I don't think you're going to be needing your clothes, Brad," Barbie said, favoring him with a wink. "I think Donna needs to be the recipient of your new knowledge right away. Don't you?" "You are a smart doll, Barbie!" Brad said. He wiped her up as best he could with a corner of the sheet, and then placed her back up in her favorite spot on the headboard. "You just watch. I'm going to give Donna the best sex of her life! And if I screw up, don't hesitate to tell me what I'm doing wrong." "Oh, I won't hesitate, Brad. I'll be watching." She winked again. Brad smiled sheepishly and walked, naked, to the kitchen to get Donna. To be continued...