Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2017 07:48:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Misty Meadow Subject: My Little Barbie Doll My Little Barbie Doll by Misty Meadow My daughter knows I'm gay. There was never a moment when I came out and said, "Olivia, I don't like men, I'd rather make love to a woman". She just always seemed to know it. She's not in the least bit jealous of my girlfriends, whether they be one night stands or lasting relationships. She knows that what goes on behind the closed door of my bedroom are secrets she's not privy to, but she knows all about gay sex, thanks to the internet. She doesn't ask what my lovers and I get up to in bed and I don't ask exactly what porn she's surfing. At eleven years old, she'll soon be thinking about boys (I'm dreading it) but so far she shows no interest in them. It's her bedtime and having showered, I come out of the bathroom with a small towel wrapped round my body. It doesn't cover my bum and my pussy is in full view. Never mind, Olivia and I see each other naked all the time and think nothing of it. I go into her bedroom to discover that she's taken all of her dolls out from the big box where they're stored and laid them out on the bed. Some of them date back to when she was a toddler. There must be a couple of dozen of them "I'm too old for dolls, Mummy," she says. "We should throw all these out." "Or have a boot sale and raise a few pounds." "Whatever." "Oh, here's Barbie," I crow, picking up the plastic toy. "I loved my Barbie when I was a kid. Hello, Barbie." "Hello, Mummy," Olivia says in a squeaky voice, playing the part of the doll. "You're very pretty, Barbie, and I was wondering if you're gay." "I don't know," says "Barbie". "I hope you are. Let's take your dress off and look at you." I remove the tiny dress, leaving her in a pair of miniature knickers that I made on my sewing machine years ago. "Would you like to see my titties?" I loosen the towel and let it fall, then press the doll's head to my left nipple, which starts to become erect. "Oh, Barbie, that feels so nice. I love having my titties kissed. Would you like to kiss the other one?" "Yes, please," squeaks Olivia, trying to suppress a giggle. I move the doll to my other tit which responds in a similar way. "Oh, you look so sexy in your knickers, Barbie. Can I take them off?" "If you like," says Olivia, still playing along. I slide the knickers down the plastic legs and hold her up in front of my face. "No pubic hair? You must be too young. I had pubic hair, but I shaved it off. Oh look, you don't have a pussy? How sad! I like pussies. I like to kiss them." Olivia giggles as I press Barbie's midriff to my lips. "Olivia has a pussy, a very pretty pussy, but she's got her clothes on so you can't see it, but you can look at mine if you like." I lean back and spread my legs, holding the doll down between my thighs. "Do you think it's pretty?" "It's adorable!" squeaks Olivia, grinning. "Look at those big floppy lips. I wish I had a pussy, like you and Olivia." I bring the doll close so its head is almost touching my lips, which I spread apart with the fingers of my other hand. "This little bump is my clit. Would you like to touch it?" "Ooh, yes!" says Olivia. I manipulate one of the doll's arms so the hand touches my clit. "That feels so nice. Now kiss my clit." I touch the doll's head against my love button and feel a thrill. Olivia is staring intently at the little play. "Now down here, see that tiny little hole? That's where my pee comes out. Now, below is my vagina. Take a look inside." "Oh," Olivia squeaks in her doll voice, "I've never seen a cunt this close before." Cunt? Olivia used to call it her "pee pee". Where did "cunt" come from? The internet, I suppose. What the fuck, she's growing up and she can call it whatever she likes. "Would you like to look inside?" "Oooh, yes, yes! I wanna see inside," Olivia says, laughing. I push the doll's head into myself, face up. "You're licking me! You must be a gay doll! Oh what joy!" "It's dark in here," Olivia says, "and nice and warm and wet. I like it in here. Can I stay, Mummy?" "Yes, my darling, you can move right in." I slide the doll all the way into my expanding pussy, now getting wetter by the second. The feet stick out. Is she too long to fit inside me? I take a finger and push her out of sight. Barbie is not as smooth as my vibrator, but it feels nice having her inside my cunt. (From now on, I decide, I'm gonna use Olivia's word for my pussy.) "Let me know when you wanna come out." Olivia bursts out laughing. "Oh, Mummy, you're such a --" "-- Dirty old dyke?" "Yeah, but I love you." I stand up and step in front of her as she sits on the end of the bed. "You can't walk around with Barbie up your cunt," she points out. "What if she falls out?" Good point. "Rescue her, then." Still grinning, she puts her thumb and forefinger into me and slowly pulls Barbie out. I take the doll from her, hold it under my nose and inhale. "She smells so sexy." I pop her in my mouth. "And she tastes good, too." Olivia falls back on the bed, convulsed with laughter. She raises her knees, exposing her white cotton knickers and I press Barbie to her crotch. "Kiss my darling daughter, Barbie," I say, but Olivia rolls away. "Now you're being really silly," she says. Suddenly I realise that maybe I've gone too far with my daughter. This is about as sexually forward as I've ever been with her; I've been acting impulsively without thinking and I might've crossed a line, but she's still smiling. I sit on the bed and watch as she gets undressed, lifting her dress over her head. She looks perfectly delicious in her white cotton knickers, and I feel a little flutter in my tummy as she unselfconciously slides them down and steps out of them. Her mound is naturally bald and her chest still flat, but her nipples are beginning to grow. If she weren't my daughter I'd . . . I stifle the thought as a ripple of guilt sweeps across my mind. Appreciating the beauty and sexuality of little girls is one thing, but she's my little girl, for fuck's sake. I gotta get a grip on myself. She finds her nightie under her pillow and puts it on. It's very old, bought when she was much younger, white cotton so washed out I can almost see through it, and not much longer than my towel was. She turns the sheet down and gets into bed, sitting with her back to the bed head, her knees bent and carelessly parted. I get a perfect view of her darling little cunt, but once again, I suppress my lewd thoughts, kiss her goodnight and leave. I still have Barbie in my hand. In my own room, I get into bed, naked as usual and repeat Barbie's assault on my body, pressing the doll against my nipples and pushing her in and out of my cunt. I daren't think about my daughter, so I conjure up an anonymous, faceless sweet little preteen, who has the sexual urges of a full grown horny lesbian, who submits willingly to my lewd advances and initiates some moves of her own. I masturbate myself to a delicious climax. Afterwards, the guilt returns. I tell myself that I'm some kind of incestuous paedophile and if things ever got out of control, I could do some serious damage to my child. I think a little self discipline is called for. * * * It's parents' day at my daughter's school, the formalities are over and we're all milling about in the auditorium, teachers, parents and kids, sipping on weak coffee and nibbling tasteless, dry biscuits. "Let's go find Barbra," she says, tugging my arm. This is her new best friend, about whom she talks a lot, but whom I've never met. "Oh, there she is with her Mum." As we weave through the throng towards them, I'm suddenly struck by lightning. I see a girl of Olivia's age and build, standing there with an adult. I can honestly say I've never seen anyone as beautiful as this little girl. She has the face of an angel with big dark eyes I could drown in and a mouth that just begs to be kissed. "Barbra, this is my Mum, Misty." I hold out my hand and her touch is like electricity. "Hello," she says, her voice like music. "This is my Mum, Claire." I glance briefly at Claire who, I have to confess is glamourous to the point of being beautiful, but she's not my type. She has a curvy figure with prominent boobs, whereas I like my girls skinny with micro tits and boyish figures like my own, and she's wearing too much make up. She's staring at Olivia, her mouth open, a dazed look on her face. She hardly acknowledges me, which is fine, because I can't take my eyes of Barbra. "Are you guys best friends?" I finally manage to ask. "I suppose so," says Olivia, "we hang out together." "In that case, Olivia," I say, thinking on my feet, "why don't you invite Barbra for a sleepover?" Claire immediately interjects, "Oh, that's a marvelous idea! Then you two can really get to know each other." She stares at Olivia, transfixed. Does she find my daughter as arresting as I find hers? Wouldn't that be weird? We make arrangements for Barbra to spend the coming Friday night at my house, to be delivered safely back home in time for lunch on Saturday and then our talk drifts to matters about the school and our daughters' progress therein. During the conversation her eyes keep leaving my face and straying to where our two girls are chattering away about who knows what. I'm finding it equally difficulty to tear my gaze away from Barbra. Dressed exactly like my own daughter, in the school uniform of a white blouse, dark pleated skirt and white ankle socks, she's making my gut churn. From time to time she looks up at me and smiles and my heart melts. The crowd thins as people leave, until we're one of the last groups and we no longer have a reason to stay. Claire and I exchange phone numbers and email addresses, finalise the sleepover arrangements and, with one last, longing look at Barbra, I take my daughter's hand and leave. Walking home, Olivia says, "Oh, Mum, you should see your face; you're glowing!" "I could easily fall in love with your little angel friend," I tell her, trying to tone down my obvious infatuation. "She likes you. I could tell just from the way she looked at you. And then she came right out and told me that you're beautiful." My pulse races. "And why was her mum staring at me?" "Because you're adorable, my darling. She has very good judgement. By the way, did Barbra mention anything about her mum being gay?" She looks puzzled. "No. Why?" "Oh, nothing. I thought I caught a little vibe, that's all. I'm probably wrong." We arrive home and I go upstairs with Olivia and together we brush out teeth in the bathroom. I follow her into her room and watch as she unzips her skirt at the side and lets it fall. I fantasize that I'm Claire, feeling my excitement build as Olivia unbuttons her blouse. It falls open, revealing her flat chest with her sweet little nipples. "Let's go shopping tomorrow," I suggest. "You're probably tired of those boring old schoolgirl knickers. I'll let you choose something nice and sexy. You're getting to be a big girl now." "Don't you like my knickers?" she asks, pulling the front out and gazing down inside. "I do, my darling. I love 'em and I love the girl inside them, but we can find something a lot more interesding than those." She slides her knickers down and steps out of them and hands them to me. "Goodnight, my love." I fold her in my arms and give her little bum a squeeze. She hops, naked, into bed. Will she sleep naked on Friday when Barbra comes over? I lean over and give her a goodnight kiss. In the bathroom, before dropping her knickers into the laundry hamper, I press them to my face and inhale. Beneath the smell of clean cotton, there lingers a faint aroma of my girl's intimate part. I've got to get a grip on myself. * * * It's Friday. This morning, I suggested that Olivia wear her new knickers to school. "Be careful whom you show them to," I warn her. Yesterday, we went shopping and she selected a pair of briefs, not exactly full cut but more full than bikini briefs, made of white cotton, but there is a perfectly sheer panel at the front in the form of an inverted triangle which starts at the waist and spreads out and down until the edges reach the leg holes, then continues down between the legs until it reaches that side-to-side seam that all knickers have. (Put your hand up your skirt right now and feel between your legs. That seam is right towards the back, just before you reach your rosebud. Yes, that seam.) The panel is so transparent that you wouldn't know it was there if it weren't for the tiny white flowers on it. It hides nothing. Olivia's sweet little cunt will be on view to anyone who gets a look up her skirt, and knowing her proclivity for sitting with legs carelessly spread, I repeat my warning. "No flashing at your teachers, Sweetheart." She grins mischievously, picks up her back pack and races out of the front door. The school is within walking distance. When school is over, she'll go with Barbra to her house so her friend can collect clean undies and stuff for her overnight stay. I imagine Claire with be there. I feel a tremor of excitement when I think about about Claire being with my daughter and her own, and no one else. My girl, as you might've guessed, can be somewhat precocious and uninhibited. Why am I thinking about sex, for God's sake? Claire is probably a perfectly respectable woman, incapable of doing anything inappropriate to a little girl. Yeah, Misty! Just like you! * * * I'm dressed in just a short silk dressing gown when Olivia and Barbra arrive, flushed and excited. I hug them both. Olivia is laughing and Barbra looks sheepish. "Oh, Mum, while Barbra was upstairs at her house getting some clean knickers for tomorrow, I sat on the couch with her mother sitting opposite. It was the perfect opportunity and I couldn't resist it." "You flashed her?" I'm not exactly surprised. "Big time!" Her face wears a wicked grin. "I sprawled back on the couch and lifted my heels up on to the seat." "And spread your knees?" Now I'm grinning. My little girl can be a real tease at times. "Wide," she says, plonking herself down on our couch and adopting the described pose. There it is, her little pee pee, now called her cunt, like a vertical smile. Barbra can't stop giggling. "Her mum blushed, I mean really red in the face and she couldn't take her eyes off me." "Then I came downstairs and rescued her," says Barbra, "after I got a good look myself. You're knickers are awesome, Olivia." Indeed, they are. Even I, who've already seen them, am impressed. They show off her darling little cunt to perfection so she might as well not be wearing knickers at all. We stare at her as she basks in our attention. "I'm gonna let you both in on a secret," I say, conspiratorially. They look up at me expectantly. "Yesterday, in the shop, I put two pairs in the basket. You weren't watching when we checked out, Olivia, so I thought I'd keep quiet about the second pair and give them as a nice surprise for Barbra." Barbra's face lights up. "Why don't we go upstairs," I add, "and you can try them on?" If Barbra is in the least bit inhibited, this is the moment when she'll show reluctance, but she just says, "Cool!" and I lead them upstairs to Olivia's room. Barbra opens her backpack and extracts a clean pair of ordinary white knickers. "You won't need those," I tell her, reaching under Olivia's pillow and pulling out the duplicate pair of sexy ones. "Here, try them on." Both girls drop their skirts as I sit on the end of the bed, gazing at them. Barbra slides her pink cotton knickers down and steps into the new ones, then unbuttons her blouse and spreads it wide. "Da-dah!" she sings, looking at me, rotating her body from side to side. There is her sweet little cunt, exactly like my own daughter's, perfectly revealed. Her breasts are still undeveloped, but her nipples are bigger than the bee stings of a little girl. I can feel sweat beading on my brow. "Oh, my sweet darling!" I gush. "You're adorable. You're adorable all over, especially your - " " - Cunt!" says Olivia. "Mum lets me call it my 'cunt'. "You can call it what you like, Barbra, it's still adorable." "Calling it my 'cunt' is fine with me." Two little girls talking dirty to me; oh, what joy! Olivia takes her blouse off, followed by Barbra. "You'll never guess what Mum did the other day," Olivia says, out of the blue. "What?" "She took my Barbie doll, took all it's clothes off and pushed it up her-- " " -- Cunt," I finish for her. "We were playing a little game, a little one act play and the doll was my gay lover and Olivia did her voice." "If we still had Barbie, we could show you," says Olivia, "but all my dolls have been thrown out." "No, I kept Barbie. She's in my room. I'll go get her." I'm back in a flash with the naked doll. I sit on the chair with my back to the dressing table and undo the belt of my dressing gown. I'm naked underneath. Olivia just grins at me, but Barbra stares transfixed at my micro tits and my shaved cunt. I spread my legs invitingly. My daughter isn't the only one who can do that. I repeat my performance of the other night, pressing the doll's head to my nipples as Olivia does her voice. Then I put her down between my legs with her little plastic hand on my clit. "You're gay, aren't you, Barbie?" I ask the doll. "I suppose I am," squeaks Olivia. "Gay girls like to kiss and be kissed, my little love. Wanna kiss my cunt?" Barbra stifles a laugh. "Oh, yes! Yes!" Olivia says, eagerly. "Let me kiss your cunt, Mummy!" I press the doll to my clit and move it around, feeling my lust growing and spreading through my abdomen. "Let me inside, Mummy, I wanna explore your cave," Olivia begs. I push the doll half way inside myself. "Do you like it in there, Barbie?" I ask. "I love it, Mummy! It's so nice and soft and warm. Can I stay here?" "Of course you can. You can stay for as long as you like, my darling." I stand up, hoping that Barbie won't slip out, but I squeeze my cunt muscles and she's safe for the moment. Both girls are laughing hysterically, rolling on the bed in their sexy knickers, waving their legs in the air, giving me an exciting view of two delicious little cunts. "Dinner's in a hour, then you gotta do your homework," I say, closing the door behind me. In my own room, I take hold of Barbie's feet and use her like a dildo, pushing her in and out. This time, I'm not fantasising about a faceless, anonymous girl, I'm thinking about Barbra, how she was so willing to try on the transparent knickers and show off her cunt to me. Needless to say, I cum almost immediately. Phew! I think, as I recover, my little act, for Olivia at least, was just a repeated prank, no harm done, but Barbra seemed to enjoy it immensely. It didn't frighten her off. Where are we gonna go from here? * * * I call the girls down for dinner, disappointed to see that they're wearing dresses, but during the course of the meal, I manage to look up Barbra's dress and glimpse her treasure several times. Is she deliberately flashing me, or is it wishful thinking on my part? After dinner they run upstairs and close Olivia's bedroom door behind them. I do the dishes then go upstairs and listen at the door. I hear giggles and muffled conversation, but nothing that would indicate that there's anything sexual going on. At ten o'clock, I knock on the door and Olivia calls for me to come in. The dresses have been discarded, leaving both girls in their new knickers. Olivia has been wearing hers on all day and I suggest that they should be washed. She happily takes them off, handing them to me. "I'm gonna sleep naked," she announces. My pulse quickens. I wait for Barbra to say that she'll follow Olivia's example, but she's silent. "Get into bed, girls, and no laptop time after I put the light out, okay?" I kiss my daughter on the lips, then lean across and kiss Barbra. Her lips are deliciously soft and warm and my kiss lasts a fraction of a second too long, but she doesn't pull away. I bid them goodnight and close the door behind me, my heart racing. * * * I go to sleep naked with my own bedroom door slightly ajar. I wake up around two a.m. and hear footsteps on the landing. Quietly slipping out of bed and going to the door, I see Barbra as she disappears into the bathroom, without closing the door. I step out on to the landing and look in at her. The bathroom light is on a dimmer, so that we can pee without a bright light waking us up, and in the soft glow, there is Barbra, sitting on the toilet, her knickers down at her knees. I step into the room. "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't know anyone was here. I need to pee." "That's okay, come on in," she says over the thrilling sound of her pee tinkling in the bowl. "I'll be finished in a second." "Take your time, Sweetheart. You look adorable with your knickers half way down." I drop to my knees in front of her and look at her smiling face, then down between her legs where the last few drops of her pee fall from her cunt. "Perhaps I should take your knickers and rinse them with Olivia's so they'll be dry for the morning." "Okay." I slide them down her legs, take them off her feet and put them on the counter. "You look adorable with nothing on," I tell her. "I suppose all girls do. Olivia certainly does. She'll hang around naked all day, given the chance. I'm so glad you're not shy." "Not with you, Misty," she says and my heart leaps. Still on my knees, I put my arms round her hips and pull her lower body towards me so that she's sitting on the very edge of the toilet, leaning back. I gaze down at her lovely little cunt, then up into her eyes. They seem to be alight with excitement. I simply can't help myself; I have to lean in and kiss her cunt, not just a peck, but a real kiss, lasting seconds. I look up at her again and she's still smiling at me. Oh, my God, I've gone and done it! Silly games with dolls is one thing, but I just committed an illegal act with a minor. I press my finger to my lips, signing that we now share a secret. She brings her knees together. "You need to pee, don't you?" she asks. I stand back, allowing her to stand and she moves away, letting me sit on the toilet. She follows my example and kneels between my thighs, staring at my cunt, already wet even before I pee. I relax, leaning back to afford her a clear view, then when I've finished, I slide my bum forward invitingly and to my intense joy, she kisses me exactly as I kissed her. My gut churns with excitement. "Oh, my darling Barbra," I whisper, "I think I'm falling in love with you." She looks up at me. "When you were playing with your Barbie doll," she says, "I felt a special kind of thrill. I know we were laughing and stuff, but that was merely to cover up what happened to me. Inside I felt this huge kind of thrill which got bigger and bigger until it kind of burst inside me. It's difficult to explain." "Wow! I think you might have cum.' "But I wasn't touching myself." "You don't necessarily need to. Girls can come in all sorts of situations, even just thinking about some sexy event can make a girl cum." "Since then I can't stop thinking about you. Isn't that weird?" She stands up. Still sitting, I pull her close to me, one arm round he waist and I run my other hand up the inside of her thigh and press my fingers against her cunt. She doesn't pull away. I hear her sigh. "It's okay, you can touch me," she says. "Olivia wanted to touch me there, but I was thinking of you and I didn't want her to. I hope she's not mad at me." "I think Olivia is more interested in your mum than in you, Barbra. I think she'd like to sleep over at your house and I'm sure your mum would be delighted. I'll ring her in the morning." I stand and put both arms round her. "Goodnight, Barbie," I murmur. "It's Barbra, not Barbie." "I know, but I want to call you Barbie. I want you to be a little doll that I can play with." "And dress me up in cute outfits?" "Undress, more likely. Your cutest outfit is your naked body." "Your body is awesome, Misty. Okay, you can call me Barbie." I rinse both pairs of knickers out and hang them on the towel rail. "They'll be dry by morning," I say, then walk with her out to the landing, give her one last goodnight kiss and watch as she goes into the bedroom. Back in my own room, I find the doll on the bedside table. I kiss her lips, then press her into my cunt. "Oh, Barbie," I whisper, "I want you inside me! I wanna be inside you! I'm head over heels in love with you." * * * The girls are late getting up. The shower together, with the bathroom door closed, alas. During breakfast, I try to quiz them about what they did all evening in Olivia's room, but they're not revealing anything. I call Claire to tell her that they'll soon be on their way to her house and would she mind if Olivia slept over? "Oh, that'd be marvelous!" she gushed. "How did things go last night?" If only she knew. "They had fun. I think they're bonding beautifully. It's marvelous to see two such lovely girls playing together, having fun and forming a close relationship. I wish I'd had a friend like Barbra when I was their age." "I'll send Olivia back to you on Sunday morning." We hang up. I tell the girls about the arrangement and Olivia becomes quite excited. They put on summer dresses over their freshly washed knickers, and leave. I go to my bedroom and fuck myself again with my Barbie doll. * * * The sun has gone down and it's starting to get dark when the front doorbell rings. I'm wearing nothing but a tartan shirt and white bikini briefs, so I just crack the door and stick my head out. It's Barbra. My heart skip a beat. "I think I left some of my homework up in Olivia's room," she says. "I hadn't finished it and I need to turn it in on Monday, so can I go up and see if it's there?" I open the door wide. "Of course, come on in. How are things at going on at your house?" "Oh, my God, you should see my mum! She's absolutely doe eyed over Olivia and she's lapping it up. We've been hanging out all day in our knickers and Mum can't take her eyes off her. Olivia's a bit of a tease, isn't she?" "She's more than 'a bit of'; she's a lascivious exhibitionist. Not that I'm complaining. I know what fun it is to be naughtily showing ones most private parts to . . . well, anyone who wants to look at them. When I was her age, I used to charge the boys a pound to lift my skirt and look at my knickers. And some girls, too. It lead to some interesting adventures." She laughs. "Come on upstairs." We go into Olivia's room and Barbra searches around but can't find what she's looking for. "Perhaps I didn't leave it here," she says, sitting down on the bed. "Come to think of it, it's in the outside pocket of my backpack. Sorry, I'm wasting your time, Misty." "Time with you is never wasted," I say, sitting beside her. She falls back and laces her fingers behind her head. She looks so vulnerable lying there, gazing up at me adoringly. Oh, my God! I have to have her! My tummy churns just like the moment when I first saw her. I lean down and kiss her soft mouth, briefly nibbling on her lower lip. "I suppose you still have your new sexy knickers on. Can I take a look?" She nods and I sit up and lift her dress up round her waist. Her sweet little cunt looks even more inviting than ever. She lies there, happily letting me drink in the thrilling sight of her lewd pose. I find my phone in my shirt pocket and call Claire. With the phone on "speaker" I say, "Barbra's over here looking for some lost homework, but now she thinks it's in her backpack. It's just got dark and I don't like the idea of her walking about the neighbourhood alone at night. Would you mind if she stayed here and I'll bring her over tomorrow morning?" I'm counting on Claire wanting to be alone with my own daughter and sure enough, she enthusiatsically agrees. The fact the I have a car and could drive the girl home is conveniently ignored. "I'll keep Olivia from getting bored," she says. "She's such a lovely girl. In a way, I wish she were my own daughter." "I know how you feel. Barbra tells me that Olivia been teasing you and showing off her --" "-- her new knickers?" She laughs. "She says she wants to be a stripper when she grows up. By the way, thank you for buying a pair for Barbra. That was very thoughtful of you." "Actually, it was selfish of me. I'm looking at them right now. Wanna see? Stand by and I'll send you a picture." I stand and take a step back so that I can frame her whole body as she lies there, letting the camera see her treasure. The second nicest thing in the picture is her beaming smile. "There, did you get it?" "Oh, Misty, she looks adorable. I never realised my little girl was so sexy." "Utterly ravishing! "So you're gay then, Misty?" "These days I am. I hope that isn't a problem for you." "Not a bit. I'm sure that Barbra's safe in your hands, just as Olivia --" "-- is safe in yours." I state it as a fact rather than a question. "Exactly!" Against the odds, we seem to have come to an agreement. "I'll bring her over in the morning, Claire. Say goodnight to Olivia for me, would you?" "And give Barbra a kiss from me, okay?" I hang up. I look again at this gorgeous eleven year old angel, lying so vulnerably on my daughter's bed, her eyes bright with excitement, her face aglow with anticipation. I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then lift my hips and slide my briefs down. For a few seconds I stand there, letting her look at me and I can feel my cunt getting wet. I begin the task of undressing my sweet Barbie doll, taking my sweet time. When she's completely naked, I pick her up, one arm under her back, the other under her knees, carry her into my room and lay her gently on my bed. I lie beside her and put one arm under her head to lift it, so she can look down at her own body and watch what I'm about to do. With my free hand, I stroke her flat chest and watch her nipples react. I gently pinch them, then lower my head and lick them, one side at a time, then nibble with my teeth. She gasps and I know I'm not biting hard enough to hurt her, so her gasp must be one of pleasure. I lift my head and run my fingertips all over her body, from shoulders down over her flat chest and hollow tummy, to her prominent hip bones, then down her thighs and back up, using a featherlike touch. My fingers brush over her sweet little cunt lips and her little bump at the top which will grow to be her clit. She trembles, gazing down at my fingers, then into my eyes. I kiss her sweet mouth as my fingers retrace their journey to her nipples, then drift down again until they're at heaven's gate. I reach across her to where my Barbie doll lies on the bedside table. Her face lights up. "I want to put her inside you, my darling," I whisper. "Deep inside you like she was inside me." Her parted legs move even wider in invitation. "Yes, put her into me, Misty. Oh my God, I'm on fire!" Her cunt's already perfectly lubricated with her own juices and Barbie goes into her easily. Her hips thrust up as I push, in just and inch or so, then out and in again, each time in a little further. "Barbie," I say to the doll,"fuck my new Barbie. Fuck her like you fucked me." The doll goes in as far as her plastic hips and then Barbie flinches. I've gone far enough. I twirl the doll, slowly rotating it while still sliding her in and out. The girl's breathing becomes more and more rapid and her face and chest are flushed bright red. Then suddenly, she cries out and clutches my head, pulling it down on to her chest. I lie there, allowing her orgasm to play itself out, then, as she relaxes, I remove Barbie, lift her to my mouth and sniff her. "You smell delicious, my darling Barbie. Can you smell the aroma of sex in the air. Most of that is from me, from my hot, wet cut, but some of it's from you." I press the doll to her lips and she takes it in her mouth and sucks it. "Does she taste good, like you do? I love the taste of cunt and yours is the best ever." I offer her the fingers that've been inside her and she sucks them. The softness of her tongue and lips on my fingers is surprisingly thrilling. "I came again,Misty. I really came. It was like a sweet, soft explosion going off in my tummy and spreading out all through my body, right down to my toes." When your toes curl, it's been a good one. "Barbie, would you like a close up look at my cunt, like you did last night? I want you to make me cum." "Oh, yes! Yes!" Barbie cries, eagerly, then, echoing the squeaky words of my daughter, says, "Let me kiss your cunt, Mummy!" I straddle her chest, put my hand behind her head and lift it until her sweet lips meet my cunt lips, bright pink and swollen with desire. They lie against her cheeks as she pushes her tongue into me, licking and probing my wet depths, her nose bumping against my swollen clit. "Barbie! Barbie Doll! Crawl inside me! I want you deep inside my cunt, all curled up and snug and warm all night long!" I know I sound weird, but I don't care. She puts her hands under my bum and pushes up, so I lift myself off her face. She inserts two fingers into me. Her arm is at an awkward angle, so I lift my leg over her and lie beside her, my head towards her feet, one leg beside her and the other raised, to give her easier access. She takes advantage and pushes three fingers into me, rotating her hand inside my hungry vulva. "Put your whole hand inside me, Barbie. Put your thumb in your palm and just push hard. It won't hurt." "I'll do anything you want me to, Misty." "Oh, my God!" I groan as her hand slides deep inside me. "Push deeper!" I look down to where her half her arm has disappeared into me. "This is amazing! You're doing great. Push it in and out. Fuck me with your fist! Now, take it all the way out and push it in again. Yeah, like that; keep doing it. Oh, Barbie, my sweet little doll, I love you inside me. I want you there forever." I put my arms round her hips and pull her cunt to my face. "Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming, my darling! I love you, Barbie!" I feel a gently bolt of lightning and a silent crash of thunder erupt in my cunt, radiating out through my lower body, my cunt muscles spasming, my arms gripping her tightly, as I travel to the clouds then float gently back to my bed. "I came, Barbie! Oh, what joy! My little Barbie doll made me cum! You can be proud, my love." She lies there, letting me gaze at her body once more. She's just I child, I know, and I've become a paedophile, having taken advantage of the vulnerability of prepubescent, but I don't feel even a shred of guilt. Having sexual feelings for my own little girl was far too conflicting for me to surrender to them, but Barbie is not my daughter and she's been a more than willing partner, eagerly submitting to all my advances, and I'm awash in happiness. I pull the sheet up and crawl in beside her, listening to her breathe as we drop off to sleep. How lovely it is to lie with a beautiful preteen, a girl even sexier than my own little . . . I jerk awake. My own daughter! What's happening to her? I reach for my phone to call her, but then what if I'm interrupting something? If she's in any kind of bad situation, she'll call me, won't she? Claire would never harm her, I'm sure. She's so obviously infatuated with Olivia that she'll just want to make her happy. She's probably treating Olivia with all the tender love and devotion that I bestowed on Barbie. A few scenarios run through my mind: She's undressing Olivia, who's reveling in displaying her sweet little cunt: Olivia is pulling Claire's knickers down and gazing at her big pussy lips and clit: She's nursing on Claire's big, soft tits, then she's sitting on her face: Claire is eating my little girl, driving her to. . . I pull myself together and push the images out of my mind. Tomorrow, my daughter will tell me everything that happened, or perhaps she won't. It'll be up to her. But I really hope she does. * * * "You can tell your mother about everything we did, if you like," I say to Barbie as I drive her over to Claire's house, "but only if she asks. Once she sees you're safe and happy, she might not want to know. You can tell Olivia, of course." Olivia will demand to be told everything, down to the last detail. We arrive at the house and I pull into the driveway, honking the horn. As we exit the car, Olivia comes running out of the front door, dressed in nothing more than the famous sexy knickers. If the neighbours see her, I don't care. She jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs round my waist, her arms round my neck. "Oh, Mummy," she gushes, "I'm in love! I've got this huge crush on Claire and she says she loves me back. Oh, it's been incredible!" Barbie leads us into the house just as Claire is coming downstairs, dressed in a short nebulous nightie that looks as though a cloud of mist surrounds her. Her big dark nipples crowning her large soft breasts are proudly shown off. Her face is beaming. "Hello, my darling, did you have a good time?" "It was awesome!" Barbie cries, excitedly. "Misty and I . . ." She looks at me, uncertain as to whether she should continue. "You can tell me all about it later," says Claire, "meanwhile, I'm sure Olivia wants to be alone with her mum so she can tell her everything that happened." Oh, deep joy! My kid is gonna tell me if my fantasies were on target or not. "Collect all your stuff," I tell Olivia, "and put on some . . . never mind, between here and the car, no one will see you." Claire offers us coffee, but I'm too eager to get home to extract every little detail from my horny little kid. We bid our farewells, and leave. * * * We're home, Olivia is soaking in the tub, letting me take lewd pictures of her wet body, lying with her knees up and spread as far apart as the tub will allow, happy to show off her treasure, if only to me. I get enough shots, put the phone down and sit on the tub's edge. "Okay, Sweetpea, so tell me all about it." "Oh, Mummy, she told me that she fell in love with me the moment she laid eyes on my at the school. It seems that later, when I flashed my knickers at her, it drove her even more crazy, and when Barbra thought up that scheme to go over to our house, leaving me alone with Claire, she was all over me, pulling my knickers off." She giggles. "She actually sniffed them." "I do that," I said to encourage her to talk. "Lots of girls sniff knickers." "She took her top off and let me feel her tits. Mum, they're gorgeous, bit and soft and her nipples are huge. They got erect like . . . thumbs, I guess. She let me strip her and we got in the shower together, and she washed my cunt and I washed hers. She made me put two fingers up her bum, then a bar of soap shaped just like a big dick, all the way up her bum hole." I don't see any sign of distaste. "Later, she had me push her vibrator up there." "Not up her cunt?" "Oh, yes, that too, afterwards. I pushed everything up her cunt, my fingers and eventually my whole fist, the vibrator, a big dildo and even my tongue. I wish my tongue was longer, Mum. She has these big floppy lips and an enormous clit, half an inch long at least, and her cunt is just huge. I could see right up it." "Any Barbie dolls in there?" She laughs. "And what did she do to you?" "Kissed me all over, for what seemed like hours and I was getting more and more excited and when she finally reached my cunt, I exploded. She made me cum, Mum." "Your first orgasm?" "No, I've had little ones with my fingers, but nothing like this. She set me on fire." "Move down the tub, Sweetheart, and I'll sit behind you. You can tell me the rest later, bit by bit with all the details. I'm gonna love hearing it." I lie back against the end of the tub and Olivia snuggles between my legs and leans back against my breasts. I put my arms around her. "What did you and Barbra do?" she asks. "Barbie. I call her Barbie now, because she's my little doll and she lets me play with her and do anything I want." I can feel my nipples getting hard as they press against her back. "You didn't--?" "--put Barbie inside her? Yes I did." She turns to look at me and I see awe and excitement on her face." My hand slides down her tummy and my fingers touch her cunt. I half expect her to flinch, but she doesn't. I run my middle finger up and down her slit, lingering at the top here her love button is. "Did she like it?" "She loved it." "You could do it to me, if you like. Fuck me with Barbie, I mean." My stomach lurches with excitement. I picture it, my little girl lying supine on her bed as I kneel beside her, listening to her cries of ecstasy as I slide Barbie deep inside her. I'm right on the edge of cumming and I don't feel the slightest bit of guilt. The end.