Doll for Frantic Pleasure

Just the other day while I was sitting on the city bus, and with an empty head watching people through the dirty glass of the window, a young mother entered the bus – a beautiful black woman with a perfect body, so I wondered if it was possible that the little girl who was tightly holding onto her shirt was her daughter. Hm!? I would also like to hold onto her shirt tightly. That would brighten my day; maybe even my life....

Then I noticed that the mother was holding her daughter's doll in her other hand, and the little one was tugging at her shirt like a drowning person looking for a straw to hold onto. If I don’t turn my head and look outside again, I will have to save myself by getting off the bus before it’s too late, because my little one has already started to rise up to see that beauty too.... But then, because of that doll, I remembered an event that brought a smile to my face in a bus full of worried people.
Yes, it was a few years ago when I was still walking with my now-wife Sonja. And my Sonja has a younger sister Danijela who was then just under nineteen years old, and she looked much younger. Practically; she looked like a doll. I was simply obsessed with Danijela, and Sonja knew it and even found it amusing to watch how I was completely bewildered in the presence of her little sister, unable and not allowed to do anything. That’s why Sonja knew how to calm me down the right way. Many times while we were having sex, Sonja would provoke me with words:
- So, you mean! You would have sex with my little sister?! And you know you shouldn’t do that because she is still innocent... If you please me well enough, maybe I’ll even let you just look at her panties under which her shaved wet pussy is. Maybe I’ll even let you kiss me after I lick her sweet little hole...

In those moments, I would go wild and start pounding Sonja into the bed, biting her breasts and pulling her hair like a whore that needed to be punished. This way, I would release the frustrations caused by being restrained in front of Danijela.
Then one day, Danijela received a doll as a gift that was an incredible replica of a little girl, about 120 cm tall. The "skin" made of foam rubber, soft as velvet under my fingers, blue hair with big curls, blue eyes, and beautiful lips. And every time I entered the room that the two sisters shared, that little blonde would catch my attention from the bed, ignite my imagination, and lead me to think and compare her with Danijela. Hm!? I can’t even touch Danijela, but this girl won’t tell anyone that my hand was where it shouldn’t be and much more. When I would give her my little one and glide it over her lips, cheeks, hair... she wouldn’t complain at all. On the contrary! Calmly and without a word, she would welcome the sweet reward for being a good and obedient girl on her rubber face and blue curls. I told Sonja about my fantasies and what was going through my mind. I suggested that we could have sex with this doll in exchange for Danijela. This way, my wish to have sex with her sister could finally come true.

Sonja looked at me a bit strangely and with a smile said she accepted the challenge. Since we were alone, we could do it right away. I sat on Danijela’s desk, and Sonja on the rolling chair in front of me. First, Sonja licked the doll's lips, and then she pushed her tongue down my throat. At that moment, I felt a little hand on my already tense pants wanting to find out what was so big and hard inside? Sonja helped that little hand, and the beast was unleashed. The doll wrapped her soft little fingers around my cock and started to stroke it harder and harder, aided by Sonja’s movements. Then Sonja pushed one of the doll's fingers into the opening of the head, and that was it! Catastrophe! Earthquake!.... Seeing that I was about to cum, Sonja said: - You see how those little hands work wonders; but the first prize goes to me, because I am older and I have the advantage. She stuffed my cock into her mouth while still holding it with her little hands, greedily gulping down the warm cream. For a few moments, I was out, but my little one was calling for another round. Ah, what can you do? This opportunity must be taken advantage of.

Then Sonja spread her legs and, pulling aside her panties, shoved the doll's little hand into her gaping wet pussy and said: - Good job, Danijela! Deeper! Yoooouu!.... Then she pulled that little hand out of her abyss and put it in my mouth. When I sucked all of Sonja's juice off the little hand, Sonja, with gentle movements of her hips, up and down, began to smear her pussy juices over the doll's face, holding her by the hair at the nape.
- Lick me, you little whore! How do you like the taste of your sister's pussy, huh!?... Saying such vulgarities, Sonja knew I would soon cum, especially when she mentioned her sister's name. Shaking, Sonja spilled the juices of her orgasm over the rubber lips of the little blonde and then got up, bringing her wet doll's face close to me to kiss while I cum.
- The second prize is for Danijela. You can now do to her what you just did to me.

Just a few more seconds separated us from the goal when the sound of a key in the lock was heard, followed by Danijela's voice: - I’m heeere!
Horrible! She returned earlier than expected! What now!? But it was too late for everything. Sonja quickly got up and rushed out of the room to stop her sister before she entered, and I jumped off the table with the doll in one hand and my cock, which was spewing all over the doll, the furniture, and the carpet, in the other. When the little one stopped twitching, I fell onto the bed, shoved a pillow over my face, and screamed with laughter without even knowing why. As soon as the fit of laughter passed, I quickly got up wanting to clean everything, but I couldn’t find anything suitable, so I opened the closet with clothes and used a clean towel. In the meantime, Sonja successfully kept Danijela out of the room, and I managed to tidy everything up properly.
After that, we never had the opportunity to do it again, and a few months later, Danijela gave that doll to her little cousin because she didn’t know what to do with it. My desire for Danijela passed because I got what I wanted, even if only in my imagination.