Diana and the Doll Pt. 02

PART 2

Chapter 03 - The Doll

The next morning, Joey awoke to find the embankment across the river alive with what appeared to be dozens of security and cleanup workers. The trucks involved in the accident had been removed during the night and another big UPS unit was parked on the shoulder of the highway while the cleanup crew was retrieving the boxes and parcels, which had fallen out of the original trailer, and were loading them into the new truck. He watched the cleanup effort with mild interest through his binoculars and then, noticing the time, began to dress for the day.

He liked his room above the garage very much, enjoying the privacy it afforded him. Diana and Gary had always treated his bedroom as his private personal residence and even knocked before entering.

Occasionally, when he had been at school or away with friends, Diana would deliver his cleaned and folded laundry, piled neatly on his bed. She allowed him the freedom to put his things away where he wanted them.

While his room was decked out with every amenity a young man could want: television, stereo system, and desktop computer, he still spent most of his time in the main house with Diana and mostly used his personal space as a bedroom to retire to at night.

Once dressed, he went down the stairs and into the house, where the smell of cooking bacon made his stomach grumble.

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Over breakfast, Diana informed him she had been called into work at one of her hair salons. Diana was an excellent hairdresser and freelanced with two hair salons in nearby towns on a part-time basis.

Thinking this would be a good opportunity to personally drop off his job application at the Albertsons grocery store in town, he asked if she would mind driving him there.

Diana grimaced, "Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked, "I'll likely be several hours with the two appointments I have."

Joey shrugged, "That's not a problem," he said, "It's only three or four miles home, and I'll even enjoy the walk--it's a nice day."

The Albertsons was not open for business but the store manager was just opening up when he arrived. She took his application with a smile and said she hoped to see him back when they began interviewing prospective employees.

He took the typical route home, backtracking along the rural two-lane road they had used when driving there that morning. Near home, he took a shortcut he knew, crossing the old abandoned railway bridge across the river. As he was crossing, he looked down at the river and was surprised to see what appeared to be a rather large wooden crate under the trestle where it had apparently been caught up in the bridge's framework.

He looked up toward the accident site, shading his eyes with his hand, and surmised it must be at least three-quarters of a mile away. If the crate below him in the river was part of the UPS freight, it had traveled quite a distance with the river current. Curious, he crossed the bridge and cautiously slid down the steep embankment to the riverbank.

Seeing that the crate would not be easily recovered from where it lay wedged beneath the bridge, he sat down and removed his shoes and socks and then rolled up his jeans to above his knees. He waded into the river, shivering as the cold water quickly numbed his feet. He grasped the crate and pulled it from where it had become wedged against the bridge. It was made of pretty sturdy wood and felt rather heavy but it floated on the water so getting it to the riverbank was relatively easy. Once on the bank, however, it took most of his strength to pull it from the water.

He sat beside the crate, which looked disturbingly almost like a small coffin. When his feet and legs had dried, he lowered his pant legs and donned his socks and shoes. He felt reasonably sure that the crate was part of the UPS shipment that had fallen from the truck, there was an address label that had been torn off and washed away, with only a partial address still visible.

The crate was sealed with screws, so he was unable to open it to examine the contents, but, on one side, one of the wooden slats had been damaged in the accident and was cracked. He worked the tips of his fingers into the crack and pulled. The wood slat separated with a loud crack and he lost his balance, falling backward and sitting down on the riverbank.

He swore and stood up, wiping the sand from his backside, and looked into the hole he had made in the crate. He gasped aloud and his heart jumped in his chest to see a face looking back at him. He staggered backward and would likely have fallen completely into the river had he not somehow managed to regain his balance in the last second and pulled himself up short. He stared at the crate, unsure of what he had gotten himself into and almost sure that the crate was, in fact, a coffin as he had originally suspected.

Cautiously he stepped toward the crate once more and looked down into the hole. There was no mistake, it was a human face... a woman's face. Upon closer examination, he could see that her eyes were open and, seemingly, staring fixedly. What the hell? Something about it just didn't seem right. The woman's head was completely covered in clear plastic sheeting of some kind, and he assumed all of the contents were similarly wrapped.

He stepped closer and leaned forward for a better look. It was most definitely a woman; he could see there was a color in her lips and makeup around her eyes. But... her skin texture appeared almost wax-like. Tentatively he reached his hand into the crate and touched the plastic above the woman's cheek. Her flesh felt cool to the touch, soft and pliant beneath his fingertips.

He gasped and sat back down. He suddenly realized what he was seeing. It had to be, he surmised, some kind of doll or mannequin. He had heard of lifelike figures sold in adult stores on the Internet and wondered if this could be one of those things--a sex doll? Intrigued now more than ever, he was determined to find out.

He stood back and looked around to make sure he had not been seen or that anyone was watching him. When he was assured that he was, indeed, secluded and alone, he dragged the crate beneath the low-hanging underbrush at the river's edge, where any casual passerby would not likely notice it, and hurried home.

He knew Diana would not be arriving home any time soon, which afforded him a fair amount of time for the privacy he needed to do what he had in mind. He rummaged in the garage until he found Gary's old two-wheel dolly and wiped the cobwebs from it. He hurried back to the railway bridge, pushing the wheeled dolly in front of him as he jogged, and made good time on the half-mile trip.

He managed, with more than a modicum of difficulty, to get the crate onto the dolly and up the embankment, stopping to rest several times before reaching the end of the bridge. From there, it was a relatively easy walk home along a well-worn dirt path. All he needed to do was keep the crate steady when rolling over any ruts or potholes along the way.

Once home he was faced with the dilemma of getting the crate up the stairway to his second-floor room. He backed up the stairway slowly, pulling the dolly's wheels up one step at a time. It took him several minutes, but he finally managed to get the crate up the stairs and lying flat on his bedroom floor.

After returning the dolly to the garage, he took a Phillips-head screwdriver from the toolbox and hurried back up to his room. He carefully removed all the screws along the top of the crate, six in all, and raised the top.

"Oh, wow," he gasped aloud as he set aside the top of the crate. He pursed his lips and let his breath out slowly as he let his eyes move over the contents of the crate. It was, indeed, a life-size female mannequin-- and yet, it seemed much more than just a mannequin.

From his desk drawer, he took a little utility knife and cut away the plastic sheeting that covered the mannequin, piling it onto the floor.

It was the most lifelike mannequin he had ever seen. And, from the very moment he first opened the crate, he immediately thought of the form as a "her" and never an "it." Her face was quite remarkably pretty, and her facial features were wonderfully sculpted, with full lips, a slender nose with actual nostrils, and wonderfully detailed blue eyes complete with realistic lashes with eyeliner, eyebrows, and makeup on the eyelids. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was very nicely styled and framed her pale complexion very appealingly.

He reached out his hand and moved his fingertips over her lips and delighted in the soft, sensually life-like feel. He pressed his fingers against her, and her lips parted just as real lips would and, to his great surprise, her mouth opened as if her jaw was hinged just as a real jaw would be hinged. He looked into her mouth to see a life-like tongue and white teeth. He touched her teeth tentatively and found them to be every bit as soft and malleable as her lips and tongue. Opening her jaw wider, he could discern a small hole in the back of her throat that would correspond with the opening to a real throat, and he marveled at the remarkable detail.

He sat back on his haunches and let his eyes travel over her entire body. It was difficult to gauge what her height might be, but he surmised that she must be at least as tall, or even taller, than his 5' 6" height. She was completely dressed in a nice-looking white blouse and short black mini-skirt with black high-heeled shoes.

Her bust looked to be rather large, and beneath the sheer fabric of her blouse, he could discern the outline of a white bra beneath. Her legs, which were long and very shapely, seemed to glisten and, as he reached out to touch her leg just above the knee, he felt the sleek nylon sheen of nylon hosiery. Unable to contain his curiosity, he raised her skirt and smiled to see that her hosiery was of the thigh-high variety and that she also wore a very sheer pair of lacy, white nylon panties.

He released her skirt and impulsively reached out to place his hand on her stomach, sliding it slowly up to cup her right breast. He groaned aloud as he caressed her and felt the soft yielding flesh fill his hand. He squeezed lightly and felt the incredibly sensual fullness move in the palm of his hand, as well as the rise of an erect nipple.

Joey was instantly erect, his cock rising with an almost painful swiftness, as he continued to caress her breast and wondered at what must surely be a very lifelike sensation. His first thought was how incredible it would feel to lie on top of her--and then he suddenly wondered how anatomically correct her body might actually be.

He raised her skirt once more and, with his fingertips, gently pulled down the front of her panties. He gasped aloud in wonder to see her extraordinarily life-like pubic hair. He let his fingertips move through her hair and marveled at the exquisite silky sensation. He slid his fingers between her legs and he sucked in his breath in surprise to feel smooth, malleable lips. He pressed with his finger and felt it slip between her lips into a cavity that sent his mind reeling. His cock ached so very much that he thought he might actually be in danger of hurting himself and opened the front of his jeans to relieve the pressure.

"Holy fucking shit," he murmured aloud. This IS a sex doll. It HAS to be with such exquisitely detailed and lifelike female genitalia. His imagination soared along with his heartbeat. With his breathing becoming more rapid in anticipation, he began to remove the doll's panties.

At that inopportune moment, he heard the sound of an approaching car engine and, a moment later, the sound of tires crunching on gravel as Diana's car pulled into the driveway in front of the garage.

Joey started, sudden anxiety sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through his body. In a state of minor panic, he immediately grasped the lid of the crate and placed it over the box to cover its contents, looking for something--anything--with which to somehow conceal the large crate.

While he was relatively secure in the knowledge that Diana only visited his private inner sanctum on rare occasions--like the night of the accident--he became very alert and conscious of every little sound from outside--and only relaxed when he heard the crunch of her footsteps through the gravel growing softer as she neared the house.

Joey sighed with relief and slumped against the crate. All right, he thought to himself, this will never do. He looked around in a calmer state and surmised he could very likely conceal the crate in his closet for a little while until he found an opportunity to dispose of it for good--but, the doll?--he glanced around and, although he was not overly fond of the thought, he supposed he COULD keep the doll hidden beneath his bed.

It seemed to be the best option for the time being. If Diana ever had occasion to enter his room, he surmised, she would most likely do so with laundry items. He sighed aloud and stood. Thinking it would be reasonably safe to leave the crate where it lay for the time being, he made his way down the stairs to the door and crossed the drive to the back door of the house.

He helped Diana with dinner and the kitchen cleanup, as he usually did, and even though she looked particularly stunning in her short black skirt, his mind was in constant turmoil with thoughts of what waited for him in his room--and the clock on the wall just seemed to crawl.

Diana even commented, with a furrow of her eyebrows, how distracted he seemed, and Joey suddenly realized that he had most likely not been behaving normally. He immediately put all thoughts of the doll and the inherent fantasies about her out of his mind as best he could.

They watched television together; mostly "Seinfeld" and "Home Improvement" re-runs, which neither of them ever seemed to tire of. Then, at eight o'clock, they watched a movie on Netflix--a decent comedy titled 'We're the Millers', that had them both laughing. At ten, when the movie ended, Diana turned on the sofa and smiled at him.

"Well, kiddo," she said, switching off the television with the remote, "I think it's high time we both got to bed. Tomorrow will come all too early if we don't."

Joey nodded, making his best effort to keep his eyes from her legs as she uncrossed them and stood. "Okay, Mom..." he said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

She embraced him in a perfunctory manner and lightly kissed his cheek, then turned and crossed the room to her bedroom, switching off the light as she passed.

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Alone in his bedroom once more, Joey turned on his bedside lamp and closed the curtains, smiling to see Diana's bedroom light wink out as he did so. He moved to the crate and opened it once more. When he did, he noticed what had escaped his attention earlier. Affixed to the underside of the crate lid was a large, clear plastic envelope with several documents inside. Putting aside his fantasies a little longer, he removed the envelope and sat down on his bed to open the envelope.

Joey shook the contents out of the envelope onto his bed. There were several pages of documents, the first an introductory letter thanking the customer for his purchase, including several internet addresses, toll-free phone numbers for customer support, and an invoice/receipt for $12,225.79.

He whistled softly at the seemingly astronomical dollar amount that was the price of the doll--and since the word 'doll' was part of the company's name--RealDoll--he accepted that term as a better definition than mannequin. He moved to the next page, which was a detailed description of the contents of the crate and an inventory of specially ordered options.

The doll was made with a flesh-toned material of high-grade silicone rubber, an internal skeleton of PVC with steel joints, urethane foam and vinyl components, and synthetic hair. Other contents of the crate listed as standard were a supply of "ID" brand, water-based personal lubricant and a silicone repair kit. He had not seen those items but assumed they must be somewhere in the crate with the doll.

The body style was listed as type "F", full-figured with customized, enhanced features. It was further described as being 68 inches in length--five feet eight inches he calculated in his head--with a total weight of 75 lbs. God, he thought, glancing over at the crate--no wonder it was so difficult to move--the wooden crate must have been at least another 60 or so pounds on top of the doll's weight.

The document listed the rest of the vital statistics as follows:

Name - Michelle

Bust -- 37" (Cup size - 34F)

Waist - 27"

Hips - 38"

Shoe size - 6

Dress size - M/L

Hair color -- Auburn

Hairstyle - #3 Medium length

Skin tone -- Fair

Eye color -- Blue

Eye Shadow -- Natural

Eyeliner -- Medium

Lipstick color -- Apricot

Nail color -- Burgundy

Pubic hair color -- Auburn

Pubic hairstyle -- Trimmed

Joey's eyes widened as he read the final listings:

Vaginal entry -- Standard W/doll

Anal entry -- Standard W/doll

Oral entry -- Standard W/ doll

He swallowed and cast a longing look toward the crate, licking his lips as he felt his cock stirring in his jeans. Holy shit, he thought, he had heard about this kind of sex doll. Most of the ones he had ever seen were the everyday garden variety blow-up dolls that looked laughably UN-sexy with their plastic mouths gaped open in a broad "O" shape--with yet another gaping "O" shaped opening between the legs. But this one... THIS one was one of those expensive elite models he had heard about, models that were of solid construction and, judging from the invoice, apparently prohibitively expensive.

Joey hurriedly scanned the rest of the papers, which included instructions for care and cleaning, as well as repair. Further details outlined the doll's posing abilities and how every joint, be it ankle, knee, hip, fingers, wrist, elbow, shoulder, neck, and jaw, were of solid steel construction and could be moved in almost any way the normal human joints would move.

He tossed aside the papers, his mind reeling at the thought of posing the doll in almost any position HIS fantasies might imagine.

He moved to the crate once more and smiled down at the woman/doll.

"Hello, Michelle," he said with a smile. "It's really nice to meet you and know your name."

He knelt and removed all of the packing material from around the sides of the form and set it aside. A brief search beneath the doll's legs revealed a small cardboard box, which he surmised contained the silicone repair kit and the personal lubricant he had just read about.

He thought briefly about how he might best attempt to remove the doll from the packing container and quickly realized he might inadvertently damage it by trying to lift it over the sharp wooden edges of the box. He decided instead to raise the crate onto its side and then slide the doll out. He managed to lift the crate and rock it over onto its side, and, as he did so, the weight of the doll shifted and it tumbled heavily from the box and came to rest face down on the floor.

Joey gasped aloud in concern and rushed around the box to attend to the doll, rolling her gently onto her back and brushing the hair away from her face, cradling her gently, almost as if she were a real person.

"Sorry... sorry, sorry..." he murmured to her, stroking her cheek affectionately, "Are you all right? I didn't think it would happen that fast."

Seeing that the doll appeared, in no way, damaged, he quickly turned toward the box and affixed the lid quickly with only two of the screws he had removed. He stood the box on end without much difficulty, as it was much lighter without the weight of the doll inside, and slid it into the back corner of his closet where it would remain completely out of sight.

He returned to where the doll lay, and smiled down at her, licking his lips in anticipation. Damn... he thought to himself, she actually looked rather pretty, just the very kind of woman he would notice and be attracted to if he had seen her walking in the mall, or on the street.

He sat on the floor beside her and reclined onto his elbow. He smiled again, letting his hand move tenderly over her entire body, caressing her and thrilling to the sensuality of almost having a real woman right there beside him. He stroked her leg, slipping his hand beneath her skirt, sighing with the sensation of how it must be to touch a woman so intimately beneath her skirt. He moaned appreciatively at the sleek sensual feel of her hosiery and moaned again as his fingers reached the soft, supple simulated flesh above her stockings.

His cock grew to full tumescence, straining against the confines of his briefs, as he gently cupped his fingers over her pubic mound and felt the soft swells of her lips beneath the sheer nylon fabric of her panties. He caressed the soft malleable lips with his fingertips, his fantasies racing as he recalled the words from the documentation... "Vaginal entry -- Standard W/Doll." His cock throbbed achingly and he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans to relieve the pressure.

He slid his hand gently over the swell of her hip, lifting her skirt as he did so, and pulled her onto her side to face him, pressing the length of his body against hers.

"Ohhhh... God," he sighed, cupping the swell of her broad fleshy buttocks and pulling her tightly against him as he lay his cheek against hers. "God... Michelle, you feel so NICE."

He kissed her cheek, trailing his lips down to the nape of her neck as he pulled her skirt higher. He smiled, staring into her eyes as he kissed her smooth lips very lightly--shivering with the sensation of her soft, yet firmly pliant lips against his. He kissed her again a little more forcefully, closing his eyes as he parted his lips and felt her mouth opening as he pressed harder.

"Mmm..." he moaned into her mouth, kissing her passionately as his cock swelled with repressed aching need. He kissed her with every ounce of desire and passion he possessed, his breath becoming heavy with the need rising inside him. Unable to contain his lust a moment longer, he pulled his mouth from hers just long enough to push his jeans and his briefs down over his hips to release his aching cock.

He moaned aloud, finding her yielding mouth with his own once more and he pressed forward with his hips, feeling the sensual rise of her pubic mound and the silky texture of her panties against the tip of his cock. He clutched her buttocks cheek and pulled her against him as he pressed his hips into her.

Suddenly, he was frantic with need, feeling the unrelenting rise of an orgasm that was almost beyond his ability to control. He tore his lips from hers and cried aloud as he hurriedly pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her. He straddled her thighs, his erection nestled tightly between the smooth flesh of her upper thighs, and gasped as his first ejaculation pulsed. He cried aloud and crushed his mouth to hers once more as he surrendered to the sensation of the smooth pliant flesh above her stocking tops cradling his cock as he erupted, again and again, between her thighs.

"Holy SHIT!" He gasped softly moments later, raising his head and looking down into her staring, lifelike eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Holy shit, Michelle... that was incredible."

He rolled from her, catching his breath as he looked down to see streams of his semen pooled between the tops of her thighs and her panties. He quickly rolled onto his knees and crawled to his bedside table for a handful of tissues to clean her with.

He spoke to her, low and lovingly, as he gently sopped the cum from between her thighs. "God, Michelle... cumming with you was SO nice," he said, smiling down at her, "I'm sorry it happened so fast for me. I'll do my best to be more careful with you. Next time, it'll be better for both of us.

Joey smiled to himself; it seemed slightly absurd to actually be talking to her as if she were real... and alive, but somehow it gave him pleasure to do so. He chatted with her amiably as he stood and removed his clothes, folding them over the chair as he usually did when getting ready for bed. He looked down at her and smiled with renewed anticipation as he thought how wonderful it was going to be to have her in his bed with him that night.

He knelt beside her and raised one side of her hips, reaching behind her to unbutton and unzip the back of her skirt--slipping it down over her hips and legs and removing it completely. He thought momentarily to remove her stiletto heels and stocking as well but then smiled as he imagined her still wearing them in bed--the idea appealed to him tremendously.

He looked down at her admiringly, smiling at her lovely face, and began to unbutton her blouse. He pulled her blouse open to reveal her bra and reached for the front closure clasp. He undid her bra and pulled it away to reveal her exquisitely formed breasts.

"Oh... my fucking God." he sighed appreciatively, reaching to caress the smooth flesh of each breast, marveling at the wonderfully tactile sensation of the silicone gel beneath her smooth flesh as he cupped and caressed her. He pinched each of her erect nipples lightly and pulled to stretch and elongate the flesh. Impulsively he bent and took each of her erect nipples into his mouth and suckled tenderly, feeling his cock beginning to respond with renewed enthusiasm.

"Oh... Wow..." he said, releasing her nipple and smiling up at her face, "You're making me hard all over again. If I don't get you into bed pretty soon... I might just end up having to fuck you right here on the floor."

He raised her shoulders and pulled the blouse and bra away, slipping them both from each arm and then tossing them onto her other discarded clothing.

He grasped her beneath her shoulders and pulled her toward the bed. It took a bit of maneuvering, but he finally managed to get her up and onto the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, smiling down at her as he bent his head to kiss each of her nipples, trailing his lips down her stomach to the rise of her pubic mound.

He carefully removed her panties--parting her legs as he raised each of her knees--marveling at the way her hips and legs moved so realistically. With her legs parted and her knees raised, he had his first, completely unobstructed view of her beautifully detailed genitalia.

"Oh, wow..." he sighed, taking in the exquisitely sculpted lines of her realistic vulva. He caressed her pussy lips, stroking her lightly as his cock rose higher. He slipped his middle finger between her lips and moaned aloud to feel the sleek gelled walls of her vagina caressing him with erotic delicacy. He moved his finger, spreading her lips and slipping a second finger into her, feeling the walls of her vagina closing tightly around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers from her and, with his chest heaving in anticipation, hurried to where he had left the small cardboard box--suddenly wanting that tube of lubricant desperately.

He returned to the bed and quickly opened the box. He upended it onto the bed beside her and quickly found what he was looking for, a long, slender box labeled "IE Velvet." It was a tube very similar to a tube of toothpaste, with a long, slender attachment. Joey groaned aloud as he realized the attachment was to allow for DEEP lubrication.

Hurriedly, his breath increasing along with his heart rate, Joey attached the long lubricating tip to the tube. He squeezed a measure of lubricant and watched as several tiny pores along the length of the attachment suddenly began to ooze a clear, gel-like substance.

He bent to her, sliding the long, slender tip into her vagina. He squeezed firmly, wondering absently how much he should use, and then squeezed a second time for good measure. He removed the tip, smiling to see how it had even lubricated the outside of her lips. He set the tube aside and smeared the lubricant over her lips with his fingertips, thrilled at the erotic sensation.

He quickly insinuated himself between her gaping thighs. Supporting himself on one outstretched arm, he grasped his cock and bent it to the glistening folds of her pussy lips. He gasped as the tip of his cock parted her lips and he felt the tight gel of her vaginal walls close over him.

"Oh, God..." he cried, looking up into her eyes as he pressed forward with his hips and plunged his cock into her, penetrating her with the full length of his erection.

"Oh, GOD!" he gasped aloud a second time as her slickly lubricated vagina accepted the entire length of his cock and seemed to caress him with deliriously exquisite sensuality. He thrust into her forcefully, and then a second time... and again... and again. Each time he raised his hips her pussy seemed to hold him and he felt a measure of incredibly sensual suction.

He grasped her beneath her shoulders, his face beside hers, and smelled the scent of her hair in his nostrils as he fucked her. He fucked her for almost an entire minute before he was able to cum a second time, his entire body was bathed in the sweat of his exertions as he pounded his hips against her, his body slapping against her loudly. As he finally felt the renewed rise of his orgasm, he raised his head and looked into her eyes. He pressed his mouth against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth and moaning softly as his first ejaculation erupted inside her.

He kissed her soft, silicone lips passionately as he let go, his cum adding to the slick sensuality of her pussy, which began to make soft wet sounds as he thrust into her.

As his orgasm faded, he sighed heavily and lay in complete satisfaction on top of her. "Holy shit..." he sighed, a light smile playing on his lips, "Holy shit." While he had practiced the art of masturbation for many years, he had never in his life had such an intensely pleasurable orgasm. The soft, slick walls of her vagina had squeezed and caressed him with such acute sensuality that it had, quite literally, taken his breath away.

He raised his head and smiled down at her lovely countenance. "Michelle, you... are AMAZING," he said softly, kissing her upper lip affectionately. "Did you like it too?" he asked, "I wish you could cum too."

He kissed her with more feeling, pressing his lips to her and tracing the outline of her lip with the tip of his tongue. "I hope you liked it..." he continued, looking into her staring eyes, "Because... from now on... you and I are going to do this a LOT... just like this." He thrust his hips against her, feeling his cock losing much of its rigidity, and lay his face into her neck, sighing appreciatively. He slipped his arms about her torso and just held her affectionately, wishing her arms could hold him as well.

Several minutes later, as his cock became quite flaccid; he pushed up with his arms and then rocked back on his knees, letting his cock slip from her vagina. He looked down to see her pussy lips gaping open and gently pressed them together once more.

Seeing the lateness of the hour, he pulled back the sheets and, after lowering her legs, pulled the bedding up to cover them both and then turned off his bedside lamp. He snuggled against her, one hand lightly caressing her breast as he pressed his face into her neck... and drifted off into a blissfully peaceful sleep.

He slept for several hours, waking just before 4:00 am. He rolled over and began to caress the form beside him, pulling her onto her side to press his rising cock against her pubic mound. He pulled her completely on top of his body, spreading her plush, luscious thighs wider apart to straddle him. He moaned appreciatively as the tip of his cock slipped between her lips and found the entrance to her vagina.

He shivered pleasurably as he penetrated her and felt her exquisitely slick and wet with lubrication as well as his semen. He grasped her big fleshy buttocks and pulled her tightly to him as he thrust up into her--again and again.

As he moved, he felt a cool stream of his previous ejaculate flow from her and down over the shaft of his cock and trickle over his balls. The sensation of his cum flowing from her excited him tremendously and he thrust up into her with increasing force and passion. He grasped her about her shoulders and pulled, making it feel very much as though she was actually moving above him.

He pulled her head to his and kissed her passionately as he began thrusting up into her vigorously. It took him less than two minutes before he felt the rise of his orgasm, and he released into her with a cry of pleasure and grasped her buttocks cheeks once more to hold her tightly to him.

He lay beneath her for several minutes while his breathing slowed and then he pushed up on her shoulders as his limp cock slipped from the confines of her pussy. He felt a renewed gush of semen trickle over his cock and smiled pleasurably.

"Hey... good morning, Michelle," he smiled, "What a beautiful way to start our day... didn't you think so?." He kissed her affectionately and stroked her back, enjoying the feel of her weight on him.

He switched on his bedside lamp and extricated himself from beneath her, letting her lay face down with her bent knee joints holding her buttocks in the air provocatively. He smiled at her, enjoying the erotic sense of her posture, and reached out to explore the tight crevice between her plush bulbous buttocks cheeks. He located the small puckered anal entry just above her pussy and slipped a finger into her.

"Oh... wow," he sighed appreciatively to sense the small tightness of her anal entry, thinking he would definitely need a quantity of lubricant to use her there.

Returning to the instructions for care, cleaning, and maintenance, he followed the directions regarding cleanup following ejaculation. He placed several tissues against her pussy lips and then moved the doll into a relative sitting position to allow most of the semen to flow from her. A long wire bottle-brush affair was thoughtfully provided with the repair kit for swabbing out the doll's orifices, as well as a selection of soft, cotton swabs. Dutifully he attached one of the cotton swabs to the brush and gently swabbed her pussy, closing her lips behind him when he was through.

As sunlight began to stream through his bedroom curtains, he was beginning to feel aroused enough for an exploration of her anal entry. But, given the lateness of the hour, he thought it better to prepare Michelle's hiding place under his bed.

He took a comforter from his dresser drawer and, after wrapping her carefully inside it, slid her under his bed, then lowered the bedding to completely hide her away.

Satisfied that he had taken care of everything, he smiled and dressed. It was time to go downstairs to join Diana in the kitchen for breakfast.

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In the days and nights that followed, Joey became much more comfortable with the doll, Michelle, taking great comfort in snuggling up with her in bed every night.

As he would always read at night before sleeping, he derived pleasure from reading aloud to Michelle, often discussing passages in the book with her.

He had sex with her whenever the desire struck him--and it struck him often. He loved the missionary position--loved looking into her beautiful eyes and kissing her as he came inside her vagina. He would also take her from behind--doggie style--with her body posed on her hands and knees.

He lovingly explored her anal opening as well as her mouth, posing her in every manner as befitted his fantasies.

He used the lubricant sparingly to make it last longer. After the initial lube and orgasm, he was particularly fond of using her once, twice, or even three times again with his semen as an added lubricant, and he especially enjoyed the sensation of sloppy seconds--or thirds--or fourths.

Life was good!

(The story continues in PART 3 - Chapter 04)

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Author's note:

Thank you for taking the time to read Part 2 of my story--apologies for not identifying the first submission in this series as Part 1. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I value your comments, feedback, and suggestions tremendously, please feel free to add yours in the comments section, or via email. If you'd like to stay connected and follow along with my newest updates, be sure to follow me here in Literotica. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

Jaymie_dee