My name is Amy, I am writing about how my life has been ruined. While I write this I am sitting on a chair with a hole in the seat. There is a bucket under it and another under my chin. Cum drools out of my mouth, ass, and cunt 24 hours a day.
It started over a year ago, and it took a while before I found out how it started.
A boy in my class had (has?) a crush on me. I teach English in a high school.
People would describe me as tall, blonde, and stacked. Blonde curly hair and blue eyes and rosebud lips. In the 3 years before it all went downhill I had a lot of boys ,and a few girls, flirt with me. I had to let them all down as easily as I could.
Then came Alex, a tall and quiet boy with steel blue eyes. I had no idea that he lusted after me; he was good at hiding it.
Alex knew I was out of his reach but, unbeknownst to me, he constantly took photos of me. He went as far to put spy cams under my desk and in the teachers bathroom!
Alex made money on the side designing web pages and had money for such toys.
Halfway through the semester Alex was up late on a Friday when a commercial played that caught his eye. The young man had been masturbating to a video of his hot teacher pull down her pants on the bathroom.
TV announcer: Do you have an ex you miss? Do you have a crush that you have no chance with? Well we have the answer, a personalized sex doll! Send us a photo or better several photos of the object of your lust.
If you send a sample of their hair and any small personal item. We can have our in house voodoo witch doctor link it to your object of passion. This will make the doll so realistic you will swear it's the real thing.
The commercial shows photos of dolls so real looking that they seem to breathe.
Our dolls are small so you can hide them and move them around with ease. Only 16 inches tall and made of the best silicon on earth for easy cleaning.
Go to our website and order now! Use the special code below to get free shipping.
Alex went to the web page and scrolled through, the doll was 299$ which was about average for small sex dolls.
On impulse he used his fake online ID (you had to be 18 to buy) and sent the money. He knew it might be a scam but he could afford the loss.
The page sent him a prepaid mailing label to send in the samples and oddly they wanted printed photos.
Alex stole my hairbrush the next day, I didn't notice because he swapped it for an identical one. He took a small keychain charm from my desk a day later.
The day after that he sent in the envelope and made arrangements for the doll to be delivered to a P.O. box that his parents don't know he has.
This is where things got out of hand.
The company had no idea that the spell was real, they treated it like a joke. The hair and the charm were ground into a fine powder, and added to several hundred dolls.
Alex was the first person to order a doll and so his went out first.
The add only ran one time before someone complained about it. This made word get out slow.
Two weeks went by before Alex received a tracking number. 3 days later he picked it up after school.
The teenager stuffed the box in his backpack and headed home. Luck was with him and no one was home yet, he bounded up to his room in the attic.
The doll was breathtaking in its details. The doll company had dressed it in a yellow sundress, its face looked just like mine.
His father pulled into the driveway and Alex hid the doll under his bed and went downstairs. It was Friday and Alex was looking forward to playing with the doll over the weekend.
That night after he was sure his parents had gone to bed he pulled out the doll. Quickly he undressed it and ran his hands over its perfect breasts.
Miles away I woke up feeling someone touching my breasts. At first I thought my husband was getting frisky. I was not upset, it was a rare thing for him to initiate intimacy.
As I rolled into my back I realized he was asleep, my blood ran cold as I felt the hands on my body.
I lifted the covers in the dim light of the clock, I could see depressions on my skin like from giant fingers. I saw the print move down my stomach and spread my labia apart. I could feel someone touching my clitoris‽ My body exploded with an unexpected orgasm!
I kept quiet so I would not wake up John. I felt so ashamed and scared out of my mind. “Was this a nightmare? Have I gone crazy?"
I see and feel my pussy lips spread apart and an invisible tongue swipe up and down. My traitor of a body has another orgasm.
I was panting like a dog, my body covered in sweat. I shuddered with cold and my teeth started to chatter.
Meanwhile Miles away in Alex's bed he licked the doll's pussy and marveled that it didn't taste like rubber. He had never tasted a woman before, if he had he would have known that the doll tasted just like me.
A few more licks and he jammed his tongue into the doll's cunt to lube it up. He bent the dolls legs wide not knowing that it forced my legs open.
Then he wrapped his hands around the doll's body, trapping its arms ( and mine!) to its sides.
The boy jammed the doll down on his cock and the air was pushed out of my lungs. It felt like a cock that would fit a horse!
I did not know at the time that the law or sympathetic magic made the size difference translate on an even scale. Compared to the doll his dick was huge so it felt huge to me!
Each time he pushed in a bulge pushed up from inside my stomach. The pressure on my torso prevented me from drawing enough breath to make a sound.
I was on the edge of blacking out. My clit was being drug in and out by the huge invisible cock. I could feel the impact on the surface of my pussy mound but it didn't transfer to my body. It felt like I should be bouncing around, but I lay almost perfectly still.
As I lay next to my sleeping husband I was raped by remote. I was terrified, and on the edge of a heart attack, close to insanity. And the worst part was I could feel another orgasm coming on from the pressure sawing my clit back and forth.
I came hard and cried at the same time, I had never been so confused. I could not even wipe my eyes with my arms pinned. I could see the clock on the bedside table. It was 2:05 AM. How long had this been going on, I had no idea.
The huge invisible cock kept ramming in and out of me. My pussy was drooling trying to lubricate a cock that was not there. I felt the head battering my cervical head like I was being punched.
I struggled to breath and stay conscious and prayed. I prayed that my husband Bill would wake up and save me. I prayed he would not wake up and see my body reacting like a whore. I prayed this would end soon, but the nasty part of me prayed it never would.
2:20 AM, no man had ever fucked me for this long. I was already exhausted, the lack of air was exacerbating my condition.
My body was drenched in sweat and I felt cold at the same time.
The tempo of the cock pumping in and out of me was starting to get faster. The pressure on my upper body got tighter and the fucking was now like a jackhammer!
I knew my rapist was getting close to cumming, and God damn me I was too!
All my air was shut of as the cock jammed harder than ever and held still. I felt gobs of cum pumping into me, this put me over the edge and I came, and blacked out.
Alex put my voodoo doll away planning to clean it up later. The boy fell asleep with no guilt at all.
I woke up a little after 3:00 AM. I expected to be sore but I wasn't. My cunt was a mess half dry and sticky cum all over me and the bed between my legs.
Bill was still asleep. I kept my shit together and got up, holding my dripping twat I waddled to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and cried into a towel while slime dropped from me into the commode.
The doll is built on a 1:25 scale so anything put into it comes out into me times 25. This comes out to half a measuring cup of cum, give it take.
Still sobbing I used the bidet to wash me out . I washed until the cold water made me numb.
I washed myself out until my legs started to go to sleep.
At last I got up and wrapped my robe around me. As I reached to flush the toilet a new horror met my eyes. Pubic hair was floating on the top of the water.
It was mine! I felt myself and found that I was as smooth as a baby. ( or a rubber sex doll!) I was beyond my capacity to be astonished. No new hair has grown in since that time.
Full of guilt, shame, and despair I moved like a dead woman back to bed. I put a small towel on the disgusting wet spot.
Someone kissed me awake, I shrieked! My husband shot up straight. “Good God, Amy are you ok!?”
Looking around in panic I clutched the sheets. " Oh, oh I'm sorry Bill. I,I,I had the worst nightmare.”
My heart was thudding in my chest and I had come close to wetting myself.
Bill hugged me and rubbed my back until I stopped shaking.
" That must have been a doozy of a bad dream baby.”
After a few minutes I had calmed down enough for him to feel ok to leave for work.
I sat rocking back and forth on the bed. I knew I couldn't tell anyone they would lock me in the nuthouse. Was it all in my head??
Maybe the wet spot was from a bizarre kind of wet dream?
But no, how did that explain my pussy hair falling out? Anyone would assume I shaved it and that I was just crazy. Or just trying to get attention.
I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The air moving on my bare pussy was so disconcerting.