Anatomically Correct

My mommy was an artist, so she made statues, and had some in her studio. It was a garage, but there wasn’t any room for the car, or the van. #Fetish

So, she parked them out in the drive, but then she took a shower, and shaved off all the hair, all over her body. Not on her head, silly. Nobody wants a bald lady. Then, she put on underwear, and got dressed sexy. Strapped stockings on her legs, and slipped her feet in high heel shoes. Put her hair up, and I got to help paint her face.

“Who are you going out with?” I asked.

“Paul Warren, he says he’s considering a donation to the museum, and we could sure use the money.”

“What’s he look like?” I hadn’t met that one, but if he sticks around, maybe he can come to my coming out party.

“Bring me my phone, and I’ll show you.” She got a picture of him, and her walking on the beach, and he had on a tight bathing suit, so I could really see his junk. His arm around her, but I couldn’t see his finger if he had any rings on.

“Is he married?” She shook her head. “Divorced?”

“Widowed.”

“Oh, that’s like Mrs. Morgan, she’s a widow.” Her husband passed away, so she’s really sad.

“That’s right.”

“Are you going to spend the night?”

“With any luck.” Now, I know what you’re thinking, but she’s not a whore. A gold digger maybe, but my father didn’t really mean it, when he called her that. “Wish me luck?”

“Good luck.” Finally, she put on her coat, and went out to drive off in the car. “Shit,” I forgot to ask her if there was a gala or something. That’s like a party, only with a lot more money. I didn’t know if they were going out to dinner, or back to his place. Maybe a nice hotel, or the theater to watch a show.

So, I made up a story, and sat my 2 dolls down on the table. The man in a nice suit, and the woman in a short dress, so you can’t see her underwear. A hankie for the table cloth, and I was just looking for something to make the candles when these boys knocked on the window.

I didn’t know them, but they weren’t strangers, they were neighbors. I just never talked to them before, but a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met, and she didn’t tell me not to let anyone in, tonight. So, I pushed the button on the intercom, and they came up to the door.

“Hello?” One leaned over, but I couldn’t hear what he said, so I said, “You have to push the button.”

“Oh, hey Francesca.” They knew my name.

“What’s your names?”

“I’m Adian, and he’s Morrey.”

“What’s Morrey short for?”

They switch places, so Morrey could push the button. “Um, Morris?” Like he didn’t know his own name, I think he’s lying. “Um, I couldn’t help notice you’ve got such beautiful dolls.”

“Uh huh? My mom made them.”

“So, they’re not like Barbie, and Ken.”

“Dude,” Adian pushed him out of the way, and they argued for a little while, but I couldn’t hear what they said, because nobody was pushing the button, so I finally flipped up the panel, and typed the code for the alarm to let them in.

“You want to come in and play?” I never played with such big boys before, but I always wanted to.

“Your mommy is amazingly talented.” Adian squatted down so he didn’t have to look down at me, and Morrey walked around.

“Hey, don’t touch anything, and don’t steel anything.” I pointed at my eyes, “I’m watching you.” I looked back at Adian. “He’s not a burglar, or anything.”

He shut the door, “No, not at all.”

“Dude, check this out.” Morrey picked up the lady doll, and knocked over the table.

“Careful with that, they’re porcelain!” Mommy still had all the molds, just in case I chipped a piece again, but I didn’t want to do that. “Gimme that, I told you not to touch anything.” I pulled the dress out to check the shoulder, but no chips. “She’s fragile.”

“Is she anatomically correct?”

“Huh?” I shook my head, but Adian came around, and took the doll. Carefully, so she didn’t chip.

“She’s a ball joint doll, but some of them are, well. That means they have all the parts. Show her.”

Morrey pulled his phone out, and showed me. [Anatomically Correct BJD] on Forgotten Hearts.

“Wow, $1,950.00?” That’s a lot of money!

“Yeah,” Adian pulled her dress up, and her panties down, carefully. “Look.”

“Don’t touch it,” but that’s when I realized they weren’t really interested in dolls, or art. They were interested in sex. “You like her clothes? I made them myself.”

“Yeah, does she have nipples too?”

“Give me that, here. Let me show you. You have to be careful, or it’ll rip. You can chip the joints if you’re too rough with her.” Also, they don’t know the trick, to unhook the loops in the side, because I hid them so well. Just like a bra, but I couldn’t really make one for her yet. It’s really difficult, and probably the hardest part of dress making for dolls, because she’s so tiny. Only 16″ overall.

“Well, uh.” Morrey grinned, and looked at his friend. “Maybe your mom has some tougher dolls, in the garage?”

“Oh, you want to see the big ones, huh?” I carefully set her on the couch, so she couldn’t fall off. “Okay, come on.”

They insisted on playing games, when if they just asked, we wouldn’t have to beat around the bush. So to speak, I don’t have any body hairs, I shaved them off. Just like my mom, especially her arms, because the clay sticks to them, or the wax if she’s making a bronze.

“Now, Morrey.” I unlocked the door. “Look at me, Morrey? Don’t. Touch. Anything.”

“All right, jeeze.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “I promise, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

I bet, but I said not to touch anyThing. I didn’t say that he can’t touch me. If he’s good, but if he fucks up, he’s not getting anything. Well, maybe he can watch. Adian’s the cuter one anyway.

They must think I’m a stupid little girl. Okay, I’m petite, and maybe even a little young, but I’m not stupid. My mom didn’t raise me that way. I know what sex is, I know all about sex, all kinds of sex, but a lot of girls my age. I guess on account of abstinence only, and reading erotica when they get the chance. They got some pretty silly ideas from that, but this isn’t about them.

“This one’s my favorite. Adonis for a New Century in wax. She’s got one in bronze in her gallery, and another one in a private collection, so you can’t see it.” It’s a PITA to make a mold of the wax, melt the wax out, and pour in the bronze, then break the mold, but it’s the only way to duplicate them exactly the same way in bronze.

“More like a private erection.” Morrey finally found his voice.

“Yeah, he’s a man, so he gets erections.” I shook my head. “Mr. Smithers, that’s the model.”

“Like the Simpsons?” Adian asked.

“No? Does he look like Mr. Smithers from the Simpsons?”

“Well,” Morrey pretended to appraise it, rubbing his chin. “He does look kinda gay.”

“Well he isn’t, he’s a model. A muscle model.” I felt up and down his washboard abs, careful not to scratch the wax, with my nails. “You guys work out? I bet you don’t have abs like this.”

“Yeah,” Adian untucked his shirt.

“Show me your’s too, but you’re wrong about Tim.”

“Who?” Morrey untucked his shirt.

“Timothy Smithers, the bodybuilder?” I shook my head. “He’s not gay, he fucked my mom lots of times. Maybe he’s bisexual, I don’t know I never got to ask him, but they were lovers, too.” Okay, they had an affair while he posed for the collection, but it was a pretty big collection, so the affair lasted quite a while.

I just looked back and forth at them, because they stopped. Jaws wide open, and looked at each other.

“What? You really want to play with dolls, or did you come over for sex?”

“We’re not gay at all, you know.” Morrey just made sure, I didn’t think they were gay or anything.

I shook my head, “I don’t care, but we can’t do it in here, so careful on your way out. Don’t.”

“I know, I know, I won’t touch anything.”

“Yeah you will,” I stopped at the door, and looked back. Smiling, and raising my hand carefully to show a little side boob through my top, and turned off the light, so the shear fabric showed my bra through it from the light over the island in the kitchen, I winked.

“How old are you?” Adian looked me up, and down.

“Yeah, and does your mom make any female sex dolls?”

“No, of course not.” I actually appreciated Morrey changing the subject. “She’s not gay.”

“So, she does fuck her fuck dolls.”

“No, they’re not fuck dolls, they’re statues.”

“What’s the difference?’

“Well, for one thing, they’re a whole lot more expensive.” They followed me out to the kitchen, “Shut the door.”

“How old are you really?”

“How old do I look, Adian?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe about 10 before, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Dude, that rhymes!” I should probably figure out some way to get rid of that Morris boy, he’s really annoying, but he does have a nicer body. So, maybe I’ll just jerk him off first, so I can be alone with Adian.

“Huh! I know, I might look young but this isn’t my first rodeo, cowboys. You two still virgins?” Teenagers, but I bet Adian’s smooth enough to talk his way into a girl’s pants before me, if he doesn’t have his dickhead friend around to ruin it.

“You know, you could be a model, as skinny, and pretty as you are.” Though, he could be charming, if he put in a little effort.

“Thanks! You could be a model too with that body. You do Pilates?”

“No, Yoga. So when did you lose your virginity.”

“Huh!” I lay back on the guest bed. Well, one of the guest bedrooms downstairs, that had a queen sized bed instead of 2 twins for any children if they visited. “We’re on vacation, and I think it was Red Bay. That’s on the Bahamas, but then mom took the tender out with this Yachtsman from Ibiza, so I had the yacht to myself, and there was this cabin boy.

He tried playing the same stupid games. ‘Oh you like dolls? I like dolls too, so let’s play dolls together.’ When he really wanted to get in my pants, molest me, and jerk off in my mouth. So, go ahead, I know they’re hard, so get your peckers out, and let me see them. Don’t look at him, look at me. Huh!” I rolled my eyes, and arched my back to pull my top up under me. “It’s not gay if you look at me.”

“You want us to double time you?”

“Well, you both want to get off, don’t you? Come on guys, don’t be shy.”

“I’m gonna go, can I smoke in here?” Morrey pulled out a pack of Dunhills.

I shook my head, “Out on the balcony. To tour left, at the end of the hall, can’t miss it.” I wasn’t going to try and stop him, if he wanted to leave me alone with Adian. “DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!”

I giggled, because that last one was a joke, but now I was finally getting lucky. For once, of course I made up that whole story about that cabin boy on the yacht. Well, I first learned to play with myself, watching mom fuck in the tender, on the lounge deck, and listening to them going at it in the cabins, the galley, the head… He was in the navy, but the Spanish Navy. I don’t really know if he was from Ibiza or just stationed there, but he was nice, and muscular. Bronzed in the sun.

“You can get a rubber out of the night stand.” I pointed back over my shoulder, “But first, take off my bra.” I rolled over, and pulled the pillow up over my shoulder, but he didn’t go right for the release. He felt up my back, and not straight up the spine, but he zig-zagged back, and forth. “It’s hard to believe that you’re so knowledgeable, and independent, so young.”

I nodded, closing my eyes, and took a deep breath. “Huh! I’m fourteen. I know, you’re probably expecting something different, but.”

He sat down next to me, and kissed my back. “You’re so beautiful.” My neck, “I don’t care how old you are, huh.” Breathed on my ear, and hair.

As many times as he asked me, how old I was, as if I didn’t see the disappointment in his eyes when I told him I wasn’t a virgin. I lied, but still. I know what he wants in a girl. A little girl, an innocent little virgin, but I’m not that innocent. Yeah, I may be short, too short for modeling, and petite, but I can’t play that role for him. Either he can accept that I have a brain in my pretty little head, or he can’t.

I don’t know if I want a boyfriend, to get married, or not. I guess it’s a little too soon to count my chickens, but he could be a good husband. Father? I don’t know, what happens if we have a daughter, when she’s about my age, and starts looking like me now?

Honestly, I’m sick of being molested, peeped on, and groped. I want to be taken seriously, and treated like a woman. Yeah, I even want to be loved, even though my mom is independent like he said. She just uses men for sex, but wealthy men so she can afford the finer things in life, and live as a dilettante, but that’s not for me.

“Huh, you’re taking your sweet time.” I rocked my hips so he could get my house pants, and underwear down.

“No need to rush perfection,” he kissed down my back, “We have all night.”

“Huh, then you can romance me after we fuck.” I turned over, so I could lift my legs, “Stop teasing me, you’re driving me nuts, just put the rubber on, and fuck me, now.”

“Okay, just give me a minute.” He muttered bossy under his breath, but silently, so I got up. Waiting for him to roll the ring down, and pinch the tip, so I pushed his shoulders.

“Lay down.” I couldn’t wait any longer to jump his bone.

“Of course you like it on top.”

“Sh.” I covered his lips, and he kissed my fingertips, but I was busy slipping him down to the hole, and trying to relax. “UhnH!?” I shook my head.

“Huh, you’re so tight.”

“Sh! Sh shit, uh! Fugh!” It took a few slow strokes to loosen up, “You’re so biguh! Fuck, yeah. You’re so. Fuck. King. Big, ah huh ah fuck FUCK!” I slipped off, and slammed shut. Hunching, and crawling down to hold it up, pop it in my mouth, and get the rubbery head wetter. I was still too dry, and the rubbery. Well, rubber, of course it’s rubbery, and I should get on birth control or something so I don’t have to deal with these damned things but.

“UHN!” He squealed?

“Oh, no, you little shit, you couldn’t even hold it?”

“I’m sorry, uh uh!”

I managed to whip the rubber off before he finished spurting, and get a taste of it in my mouth before it wilted, and went soft.

“Huh, huh!” I put my head down on his thigh, and played with it. Rolling back, and forth, and smelling his sexy sweaty pubes.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I rolled it over to kiss the tip, and I even got another drop on my tongue before it slipped out. “Huh, at least you brought a friend, but you better put your pants on, before you get Morris.”

“Huh, okay. I guess.”

I patted his ass before he pulled them up, but then I rolled over, and felt the rubber squish against the douvet cover. “Oh, shit.” It leaked out. “Huh, now I’m going to have to get it washed.” I played with myself, gently. Avoiding my nails, and the tender spot, where he tore me open, or I finally managed to break it myself, on his cock.

Odd that I never was able to with any of my mother’s fuck dolls. He finally came back, holding his phone up. “Dude, where the fuck did you go?” He looked at it, and shook his head.

“He’s gone?”

“Yeah, he just hung up.”

“Did he steal anything?”

“Yeah, the doll. The one you left on the sectional in the living room?”

“Hm.” I nodded, and closed my eyes. Didn’t even bother asking if he took her clothes with him. “Adian, don’t go.” I patted the douvet. “Come back to bed.”

I guess I got what I wanted, too…

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