MUST LOVE DOLLS
It’s not like she’d caught him browsing for Japanese love dolls. Honor wasn’t the kind of wife who checked her husband’s Internet history. They didn’t hide things from each other. Tom didn’t have to disclose what he was shopping for, or awkwardly broach the subject, because his computer was right there on his lap while they watched TV. He simply turned the screen in Honor’s direction and asked, “What do you think of Natsuki?”
“Very sexy,” Honor said, though her focus remained with CSI: Miami.
“Her breasts are huge for an Asian girl, but I guess that’s the fantasy.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Honor glanced at the photo again, trying to piece together what she was seeing: a gorgeous girl in a lime-green fishnet top, big breasts, no bra. Jean cutoffs, shaved pussy, no panties. She looked closer, not at the photo this time, but at the website itself. “Wait, Tom, is she…she’s not real, is she?”
He laughed. “Real as in flesh and blood? No. No, she’s a doll.”
Screw CSI in all its incarnations—Tom’s find was much more interesting.
“She looks almost human, doesn’t she?” he asked.
Honor licked her lips as she stared at those perky peach nipples. “More than human. She looks…she looks good enough to eat.”
Tom’s hand found her thigh. “You want to eat Natsuki, do you?”
“Is she, like, physically…physiologically…?” Honor couldn’t remember the word.
“Anatomically?”
“Anatomically, yeah.” She took a deep breath, but her lungs quivered. “Is she anatomically correct?”
Honor looked up from the computer screen to meet her husband’s self-assured grin. He said, “Natsuki’s got it all.”
When she arrived at their door, it was like Christmas morning. Natsuki had started life on the other side of the planet, shipped all the way from Australia. She cost nearly as much as Honor’s used Honda Civic, but unlike the Civic, Natsuki had no previous owners. Nobody had ever taken this girl for a ride. She and Tom would be the first.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about her,” Honor said as she scooped handfuls of packing peanuts out of the huge reinforced cardboard box. “Maybe it’s the eyes, or the lips. I don’t know, but I literally haven’t gone one day without fantasizing about this girl since that night you first showed me her picture.”
Tom smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you so excited about something.”
“I get excited about you,” she said.
“Yeah, well…” Tom stopped short when he found the bare, soft curve of Natsuki’s ass.
They stared in silence, both of them, before scooping those damn peanuts onto the floor like they were bailing out a sinking ship. She was upside down in the box, her fingers and feet mummified with cling film. Her head was bare. The black human-hair wig they’d ordered rested beside her left arm, and Honor picked it up while her husband lifted Natsuki’s naked body into his arms. He looked like a firefighter carrying an unconscious woman from a burning building.
“Should we put on the lingerie?” Honor picked that out of the box too. The fishnet stockings, bra, panties and sexy schoolgirl outfit all came free with purchase.
“I have to put her down,” Tom said, struggling. “Man, is she heavy.”
He took her upstairs and Honor followed him into the bedroom. She put on the wig right away, because Natsuki looked odd without it. Once her hair was on, her humanity sprang to the fore and Honor felt like…well, it was hard to explain. Her heart raced and her pussy pulsed. She felt hot all over. Maybe this was love.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of what her pussy might look like?”
Tom unwrapped the plastic from Natsuki’s hands and feet. “Of course you’re going to dream about her pussy—it’s the one part they won’t show you on their website.”
“I wonder why,” Honor said.
“To maintain a little mystery, maybe? So you’ll buy a ten-thousand-dollar doll just to peek between her legs?”
“More than just peek.” Staring at the soft valley of Natsuki’s thighs, Honor bit her lip. If she dove right in, what would Natsuki think?
Nothing! She wouldn’t think anything. She was a doll, nothing more.
“Did you grab the hairbrush from the box?” Tom was all business. “That wig needs a little tenderness.”
Yes, there had been a hairbrush in the box, but no, Honor hadn’t picked it up. “I’ll use mine.”
Tom sat at the foot of the bed, pressing Natsuki’s toes, one by one, between his thumb and forefinger. Honor watched him, and she felt as though Natsuki were watching him too, as she brushed the doll’s silky black hair. The wig was probably supposed to be secured to the head somehow, but it was a tight enough fit, and who could concentrate on an instruction manual at a time like this?
Honor set the brush on the nightstand and slowly slid her hand down Natsuki’s soft shoulder and along her arm.
“You can touch her breasts,” Tom said, like he could read Honor’s mind. “She’s ours now, babe. You can touch wherever you like.”
Honor’s stomach knotted with nerves as she cupped one of Natsuki’s perky silicone breasts. She could hardly breathe as she carried that significant weight on her palm. It had been ages since she’d touched any breast but her own.
“How does it feel?” Tom asked.
“Heavy.” She sank onto the bed, wrapping her arms around the love doll, pressing both big breasts together and wishing she were naked too. “Her skin’s so soft. Her hair smells like lilies. God, I’ve missed this.”
“Playing with dolls?” Tom asked.
“Playing with women.”
He smiled. “I know, babe. Take off your top.”
She did him one better and stripped bare. “I’m nothing to look at, compared with Natsuki.”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “I’m looking at you.”
He always knew the perfect thing to say, and it made her horny as hell. She grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, then tore into his pants and found his erection. He was as hard as she was wet.
“I want to look between her legs,” she told him.
“Who’s stopping you?”
When she didn’t let go of his cock, he kissed her with a passion so full she could taste it on her tongue. She stroked his shaft, savoring the hardness in her hand. He lifted off his shirt and kicked out of his pants. It wasn’t until they were both fully naked that Honor felt the frisson of a voyeuristic stare. She turned to Natsuki, slowing her pace without releasing her husband’s erection.
“I wish she could see us,” Honor said. “Don’t you?”
Tom took a breath before responding. “I kind of feel like…I mean, I know she can’t, but…”
“No, I know.”
They watched the motionless doll propped up on their pillows, in an almost-seated position. You get what you pay for, and they’d gotten one quality toy.
Pulling her husband closer to the bed, Honor reached for Natsuki’s outstretched hand. She half-expected the doll to spring to life when touched, but that didn’t happen. Tom sprang to life, though. When Honor wrapped the doll’s fingers around his cock, it jumped against her silicone wrist.
“How does that feel, huh?” Honor wrapped her hand around the doll’s and forced a stronger grip around his shaft. She and Natsuki jerked him off together. “Good?”
Tom groaned. “You have no idea.”
Natsuki’s fingers felt almost real inside Honor’s fist, and she didn’t really want to let go, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “I want to see her pussy.”
“Me too.” Tom took over, wrapping his hand around Natsuki’s slim fingers. “Look at her face, hon. She wants you between her legs.”
She did. It was crazy to think so, but Natsuki seemed genuinely enthused about showing off her pussy.
“Crawl up there,” Tom said. “Push her legs apart. Get between them.”
Their bed had never seemed such a foreign place as when Honor separated the doll’s resistant thighs. Her mound was bare, just like in the picture. They’d specified when they ordered that they wanted a slick, clean cunt. Honor kept an impressive bush, but she and Tom both liked the shaved look on other girls.
“Open her up,” Tom said. “Look inside.”
Honor’s hands trembled as she pressed her thumbs to the doll’s outer lips and spread them wide. Natsuki’s labia looked so sweet and pink and beautiful that a gush of saliva built up under Honor’s tongue. The doll’s pussy looked about as real as a doll’s could possibly look, and the sight took Honor’s breath away.
“Would you get a load of that,” Tom said as Natsuki continued her hand job. “Was it worth the wait, babe?”
Honor didn’t answer his question. Instead, she dove between Natsuki’s thighs, pressing her tongue to the love doll’s firm little lips. She licked Natsuki’s pussy like it was the real thing, tricking her mind into believing that could be true. She touched everywhere, from the doll’s smooth thighs to its big, bouncy breasts. When Honor toyed with the nipples, she could have sworn she felt Natsuki flinch.
“You really love a hot, wet pussy, don’t you, babe?” Tom opened the cinnamon-flavored lube and squirted some onto Natsuki’s bare mound. “Try that out, huh?”
Honor moved the lube with her hands and her lips, sliding the tingling warmth past the doll’s little clit and down its realistic folds. Her mouth felt as hot and engorged as her cunt, thanks to the lube. Also thanks to the lube, she could fit her fingers inside Natsuki’s sweet pussy. Ohh, that kitty had claws. It sucked her in like a vacuum, clamping down on her two digits, then three digits, like it had muscles and free will.
“How does she feel down there?” Tom’s voice betrayed more than just a hint of jealousy as she fucked their doll with her hand.
“So good,” Honor said without removing her mouth from Natsuki’s cunt. “So hot and wet and tight.”
She gasped when Natsuki arched forward, placing her tender little hands on Honor’s ass. With Tom’s help, Natsuki spread her cheeks. Those fingers felt miraculously real, and as Natsuki’s belly pressed up against Honor’s head, she turned to find her husband climbing into bed behind her.
“I gotta fuck some pussy,” he said. “I don’t care if it’s hers or yours, but I need that hot hug soon or I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“Take me,” Honor said, greedy for a fuck. “Take me hard.”
Tom’s hands pressed against Natsuki’s, branding Honor’s ass with firm fingers. His cock didn’t mess around. It plunged inside Honor’s cunt, splashing pussy juice all down her thighs. The sloppy squelch of his thrusts just barely surpassed the wet lap of Honor’s tongue on Natsuki’s clit.
“If she could talk, what would she say?” Honor asked, before sucking Natsuki’s silicone flesh.
“She’d say, ‘Don’t stop licking my pretty pink puss, you gorgeous girl.’”
Honor’s heart fluttered, and so did her pussy. Tom must have felt it, because he moaned and pummeled her harder. The doll bounced with them on the bed as Honor cupped her cool ass, tearing into Natsuki’s cunt like a tiger. Her heart raced. Her pussy throbbed.
“I think you’re wrong,” she said, panting, her chin dripping with saliva and cinnamon lube. “I think she’d say, ‘I want that big strong man pounding my slit. I want him inside me.’”
“You think?”
Honor rolled to the side, letting her husband’s big cock slip from between her slick lips. She missed his girth already, but she buried that feeling, along with herself, under Natsuki’s weighted mass.
Tom’s erection bobbed when he laughed. “What the heck are you doing?”
She let Natsuki’s beautiful body sink into hers, setting her head to one side of the doll’s so their soft cheeks touched. From underneath, Honor wrapped her legs around Natsuki’s, spreading them wide for her husband. “Look at that pretty pussy, Tom. It’s calling out to be fucked. It wants your cock so bad it’s burning up inside.”
“You’re crazy,” he said with a lusty laugh.
“If I’m crazy, so are you.”
“Well, that’s settled, then.” Tom held his cock by the base while Honor cupped Natsuki’s heavy tits, juggling them in her hands. “We’re both off-the-rocker looney toons.”
“Yup.” Honor spread Natsuki’s lovely legs even wider. “Now fuck this pretty little virgin-whore. She’s come all the way from Australia just to see you.”
Honor couldn’t wait to see the look on her husband’s face when he planted his dick in the doll. She spread her fingers so that, when he came down on them, he’d feel Natsuki’s hard nipples pressing into his chest. She pushed those tits together as the doll’s back compressed her own. Tom watched her as she watched him, and for a moment they were both completely still.
Then, with a growl, he set one hand on Natsuki’s shoulder, driving it down against Honor’s. With the other hand, he guided his erection to the apex of their virgin’s young thighs. He paused there, again, glancing from the doll’s face to Honor’s. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”
“I can.” Honor arched until she could see past the doll’s breasts and down its flat tummy. “Now go on and stick your prick in her. I’m watching, honey.”
His eyes gleamed as he looked from Natsuki’s bare pussy to Honor’s smiling face, and then back to the pussy. Leaning into the doll, he let out a groan the likes of which Honor hadn’t heard since they were first married.
“How’s her pussy feel, baby?”
“Oh god, so tight!” He forced himself inside, driving Natsuki’s ass against Honor’s throbbing mound. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Harder, baby.”
He laughed, wheezing. “No, I’ll come if I go too fast. She’s just so…oh…”
His body closed in on hers, sandwiching the love doll between them. As he fucked Natsuki, slow but sure, that smooth silicone rear massaged Honor’s cunt. Her heard raced when her husband’s lips met hers. Their tongues collided, lashed, smashed, wrapped together caduceus-style. Poor Natsuki was out in the cold—though, not really, considering Tom was ramming her with his cock.
Honor wrapped her legs around her husband’s, inadvertently bringing Natsuki’s along for the ride. That must have tightened up the doll’s pussy, because Tom gasped in her mouth. Their kisses raged.
“Yes,” she said without stopping the kiss. “Yes, faster, faster…”
He fucked the doll good and hard, slamming Natsuki’s backside into Honor’s front. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that every time the silicone ass touched it she shrieked. This was just too much. Her legs began to shake, entwined as they were with her husband’s and their doll’s. Below her waist was a raging fire, wet heat that couldn’t be extinguished. She rocked her hips, driving Natsuki up toward her husband, almost like they were all one being.
Honor felt everything, every move. And when Tom shrieked and arched, she could have sworn she felt his cock in her cunt. He exploded with come, so much it dripped out of Natsuki’s pussy and down hers. She hugged the doll hard.
They stayed in that configuration until the collective weight of a husband and a love doll grew too much to bear. Tom rolled off and they set Natsuki between them in the bed, both tracing their hands across her soft, smooth skin. Every time their fingers met in the middle, a spark passed between them and Honor smiled. Even after she’d closed her eyes, she could tell that Tom was smiling too.
After a long, dozy while, Tom said, “We should probably get dinner started, huh?”
Honor turned to look at the bedside clock. “Jeez, yeah. No wonder I’m so hungry.”
They didn’t move, except to finger Natsuki’s sopping pussy or squeeze her peachy tits. This body was always ready and, god, was it ever hot.
Tom’s stomach gurgled and the doll’s spell was broken. “Okay, for real this time.” He hobbled out of bed and stretched his arms up in the air, then found some clothes to put on.
Honor took a little longer to roll out of bed. By the time she’d pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt, Tom was downstairs rattling pans. She pulled the sheets up over Natsuki’s breasts so the doll wouldn’t get cold, and it took a few seconds to register how crazy that would sound if she said it out loud.
Natsuki looked restful, despite her open eyes. She relaxed in the middle of the bed, sprawling halfway onto Tom’s side, halfway onto Honor’s. Her hair had been delightfully tussled. They’d have to clean her pussy out before they fucked her again, but that could wait until after dinner. Honor’s stomach burbled too, and she turned toward the door.
But before she left the bedroom, she pressed her finger down on the bedside clock, turning on the radio. Adult Contemporary was generally a crowd-pleaser, but even if Natsuki didn’t like the music, at least she’d have some form of company. Honor didn’t want their doll getting lonely while she and her husband were out of the room.