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Melanie is a Real Doll: A Magic Moment in Heaven
by Aquiarius (aquarius@gmail.com)

***

Was it narcissism that brought the full size female sex-
doll to life or some other mechanism that made the sex-
doll respond to the need to give its owner and master 
uninhibited sex? (MF, sci-fi, rom)

*** 

Danny Layman was an old friend of mine from way back – 
junior high to be exact. I'd been living back home after 
a ten year stint in the Air Force. Danny and I worked 
for the same company. I had been with the company a 
month when Danny wanted me to come over to see him on a 
Saturday. Danny lived alone, so I thought in an upscale 
town house on the north end of the city, really nice. Of 
course with his salary he could afford the place. Danny 
opened the door even before I'd had a chance to touch 
the doorbell.

"Dave! Great to see you. Come on in, come on in...how ya 
doin'?"

He greeted me as if I hadn't seen him since lunch 
yesterday. "Um, yeah great... Thanks."

I stepped in to the spacious living room. I stopped 
short. She was sitting on the sofa, a quiet, demure girl 
of not more than eighteen – if a day.

Danny stepped aside and said: "Oh, Dave this is Kathy. 
Kathy, this is my old buddy Dave."

A girl friend? I was astounded. The introduction was as 
personal as any between two strangers. "Um, hello, 
Kathy, nice to meet you..."

Danny was grinning ear to ear with a shit eating smile. 
He said: "Kathy's my sex doll."

The cheesy smile on my face froze like the park pond in 
the winter. 

"Huh?" was all I could muster. "A what...?"

"A sex doll," he repeated as he reached behind me to 
shove the door closed. "She's a real beauty, wouldn't 
you say?"

I stood glued to the floor by the door. A doll as in 
inanimate object. My stunned gaze slid from the reserved 
smile on the doll's face, from the long golden blonde 
mane of silken hair down to her bare feet. She wore a 
red halter top and white cotton short-shorts. I quickly 
realized that Danny was referring to the doll in the 
personal sense, where I was attempting to think of it in 
the inanimate sense – a thing, an it. But to Danny, the 
doll was as real as any girl either of us had ever known 
before.

"Um, yeah." Words failed me for the moment as I was 
attempting to grasp the situation.

What did he need a sex doll for in the first place? In 
junior high and high school Danny had several real 
beauties literally hanging all over him, and I knew for 
a fact he'd seduced his share of virgins those six years 
of school before graduating. We'd been in the service at 
the same time and had our share of the young girls 
stateside and overseas.

"Come on, check her out. Tell me what you think," he 
urged me motioning me toward the sofa and the doll.

I approached the sofa and the doll. A giddy feeling 
began to get the best of me as I looked down on this 
object of perfect beauty. This was the most absurd thing 
I'd ever done since I was a young dumb kid. Then I was 
trying to stifle a laugh as I made an attempt to paste 
on a stoic expression; I was failing miserably at both.

Danny knelt beside the doll to lift its hand to mine. He 
lifted a gaze of adoration toward me. He said in a soft 
tone: "Here. Touch her hand. Like real. Here, feel her 
hair – like the finest silk..."

I touched it. Caressing the hand lightly I felt myself 
getting a hard thick erection; the hand was warm and 
silken soft, I could barely feel the stainless steel 
rods that made up the bones of the hand and wrist. With 
gentle caressing gestures I slid my fingers along the 
arm to the elbow. Danny merely grinned with boy-like 
pleasure as I felt the doll's hand and arm. I wanted to 
feel more of the doll just to be certain this wasn't a 
put-on. Believe it or not, I was impressed by the satin 
like texture of the substance used to make the doll.

"Life-like isn't she?" he asked after a moment, again 
using the personal tense.

I shifted my gaze to the doll's eyes. Sapphire blue, the 
blonde lashes and light eye brows those of a real girl; 
the waist length hair a radiant blonde, the perfect 
complexion of a girl of eighteen – or younger. I lowered 
my gaze of awe and wonder at this vision of exquisite 
beauty to the chest and perfect full firm form of the 
nice breasts. Where I stood beside the sofa and the way 
the doll sat I could look down the front of the halter 
top at the erect little nipples tenting the fabric of 
the halter, the firm nipples were a light rose pink.

"Yeah," I agreed getting my breath back, I started 
breathing again. I finally had to ask: "Where did you 
get it from? I didn't know they made anything like this 
other than the mannequins for stores or theaters -- and 
those rubber things from the porno mags."

Danny grinned, his teeth glistening as if this were some 
secret only he had the answer to:

"A company in Japan. They partner with an outlet outfit 
in Las Vegas, Nevada."

"Japan. That figures." I was still too taken back by how 
near perfect the doll looked on first examination. "Las 
Vegas, yeah no surprises there."

I was being cynical about it but still the idea of this 
doll that Danny was treating as if it were a live girl – 
the doll had the physical appearances of an eighteen 
year old – if I looked at it any closer, I'd swear the 
doll appeared more like sixteen!

Danny moved to the computer on the other side of the 
room, taking the mouse, moving it he brought the CPU out 
of the sleep mode to the screen saver -- nature type 
images.

"Come here," Danny motioned for me to step over to the 
display screen which displayed the screen saver. Danny 
sat at the computer work station, went to the desk top 
then an icon then to a home page, clicked on an icon for 
a search engine, went to favorites, clicked on the words 
"Candy Girl."He said after a moment: "The company 
specializes in dolls for various industries, stores, 
fashion houses, models for advertising – and not just 
for sex partners."

He brought up the web site: Oriental Industries, Ltd. 
The images of the different female dolls the company 
specialized in for sexual pleasure were dressed in girls 
outfits, lingerie of various types, shorts, skirts, 
blouses – on first glance the images of the young girl 
dolls was a plethora of an old man's wet dreams of 
virgin beauty.

Danny went in to the site with practiced ease, 
navigating the site that was mostly in Japanese 
characters. He went to the gallery section that listed 
the dolls by Japanese girl's names. The dolls appeared 
life like enough that you had to look again and again to 
be sure they were not real life models posing for the 
pictures. He scrolled through the images and thumbnails 
of each doll. The dolls were posed in suggestive ways 
demonstrating their flexibility. 

"Look real, don't they?" Danny asked breaking my 
concentration on one of the dolls named Moa. "Here, 
that's not all." 

Danny went out of that file to another that showed more 
of the dolls, and the newest line of western female 
dolls. The western line ranged from blondes and red 
heads to brunettes; each as stunning and beautiful as 
the next; a few reminded me of a couple girls I knew 
from high school. I glanced back at Danny's doll. In 
that brief glance I swore the doll was watching us. I 
glanced back at the screen over Danny's shoulder to see 
what he was talking about: He opened the page that 
listed all the optional attire, breast size, height, 
weight (all metric of course), hair color, length of 
hair, style and so forth.

I chanced a quick glance back at the doll. It appeared 
the doll had shifted its position moving a hand and 
legs, shifting its position to make itself comfortable, 
its features also were no longer demure but showed a 
trace of irritation that my visit was taking longer than 
necessary.

Danny pointed out certain features of the dolls that 
were not obvious; they could stand without support, 
bend, kneel, reach, and even a small motor and vibrator 
that enabled them to move during sex.

"Yer, kidding," I exclaimed. I was astounded. "What 
else?"

"And at certain points during sex, orgasm," he told me 
quite seriously. "They're equipped with a half pint 
reservoir that puts out a syrup-like-stuff that's 
similar to a real girl's sex juices."

I looked back again at the doll. It appeared the doll 
had looked away as I turned; a look of annoyance was on 
its face.The doll seemed to have a body language all its 
own. I was no expert in animation or robotics, but I'd 
swear there was something more than just life-like about 
that doll; it seemed to project strong emotional 
feelings toward outsiders, and as far as it seemed to be 
concerned, I was an outsider. 

I finally excused myself after a while, pretending that 
I had other chores to take care of that afternoon. I 
shifted a sideward glance at the doll; it appeared 
relieved that I was finally leaving.

I headed straight home. I quickly got on my computer to 
bring up the site: Oriental Industries, Ldt. I was in to 
the site within seconds and bookmarked because I knew 
this was not going to be just a onetime look, drool, 
fantasize, and jack off staring at the cute little 
beauties. As Danny had pointed out, the range of dolls 
was phenomenal: from cute little pre-teen girls which I 
was surprised at, to dolls representing girls in their 
early twenties – 20 to no more than 22 – nice and young 
for an older man's sexual fantasies.

Browsing the site I found the exclusive line of clothes 
for the dolls. I must have spent the better part of two 
hours studying the images of each doll. The price tag on 
the dolls that represented the older age group of 18 to 
20 was in the six hundred and ninety yen range, the 
younger age groups, 14 to 17 were around five hundred 
and eighty yen plus – this translated to something like 
six thousand US dollars. 
	
After I got my breath back and after doing the 
arithmetic I decided to see what other options were 
available.

This was not a rush in like a fool and blow six plus 
grand on a doll. I wasn't buying a car or truck. Each 
one was an individual with its own pseudo personality. 
Danny's doll demonstrated that with no problem. The doll 
and I would be as one – lovers from the beginning to the 
end – darn near married: it would be more like a common-
law marriage in a sense I suppose. 

I saw Danny a couple times during the week. We talked 
but not about the doll or the doll site. That much was 
silently agreed; it would be a taboo subject between us. 
Friday I went on line to my bank to check the accounts. 
With the prices and all in hand, to order a doll from 
the outlet store in Nevada it would cost me close to 
seven thousand: the down payment for a good used car – 
or truck, or even a decent Harley – both of which I 
already have. 

Sucking in my fears and shoring up my resolve, I went 
on-line to the order page and drop down menu which 
listed nearly every language on the planet. With shaking 
sweaty hands I filled out the order form. It was tedious 
as hell. First the company wanted your life story and 
sexual preferences. What the hell does that have to do 
with ordering a six thousand dollar doll anyway? Next, 
financing. I was buying a doll, not a car. Besides I 
drive trucks. Then came ordering the doll. That was the 
fun part. Already I'd spent forty-five minutes just 
getting to this part. 

In the meantime I inserted the age preference: 18. Her 
measurements for the doll's body: 34-24-32; five – five; 
perfect measurements for a doll representing a teen-age 
girl; nice long silken tawny hair to her waist, nice 
clear blue eyes, dimples when she smiled or was shy; 
then a name for the doll. The company offered a few 
suggestions from the line each doll belonged to. The 
names were for registration purposes and the warranty, 
but there was a blank at the bottom of the short list. I 
could fill in my own preference. 

I thought about it for a few moments remembering names 
of a few girlfriends and girls I'd had a real 
infatuation for, then I recalled as if it were last 
weekend: Melanie. She was a cute little girl I'd known a 
while back. A real sweet heart and a real doll, (no pun 
intended) to say the least: Long tawny hair, bluest eyes 
I'd ever seen, five-five, nice slender body and nice 
small breasts and cute little ass – to say the least. 
Then I saw I'd projected my memories of Melanie in to 
the doll. It was as if they would be one and the same. 

Then the options. Here I was literally floored. The 
doll's vagina could be taken out for cleaning and 
sanitizing after sex. That part made sense. It was the 
next part. As an added bonus, the company would add a 
vagina with a special membrane to represent the doll's 
virginity. The owner – master of the doll could take the 
doll's virginity symbolizing his ownership and taking 
possession of the doll. 

I'd had my share of virgins, starting in junior high of 
course, but this would be a definite first – taking a 
doll's virginity.

Then there were other items to choose from such as a 
starter kit wardrobe, a cream similar to K-Y jelly for 
sex, and various cosmetics. Not bad all for six thousand 
dollars. Try all this with a real girl ... you'd be 
broke before you even get her in to bed! I received 
confirmation by e-mail and expected delivery date.

Six to eight weeks for delivery. I had a post office box 
at a mail box shop which was on the way home from work. 
It was nearly a month later that I finally received 
"Melanie" by parcel express. I was elated: Christmas in 
"July". The owner's helper wheeled the first of four 
large heavy cardboard boxes out to my truck on a two-
wheeler. The first one was tall and nearly thirty six 
inches square. The three smaller boxes I took it to be 
the clothes and other items.It all arrived in good shape 
having been shipped from the Nevada outlet. 

I know I was grinning like a fool as I could only 
anticipate what was waiting for me when I opened the 
box. It had been worth the wait. I intended to savor the 
moment of opening the large box to free Melanie from her 
cardboard and styro-foam prison. It would be like a 
butterfly breaking loose from the confinement of its 
cocoon. 

I had to remind myself to pay attention to my driving 
and not get a ticket for stupid driving. 

A half hour later I arrived home with the boxes, opened 
the garage door and backed the truck part way in to 
unload the boxes. I eased the large box with the doll 
from the truck, with Melanie in it through the side door 
in to the back of the house. Next were the other three 
boxes and I had everything in. I felt like I was 
involved in something sinister; I had to look out the 
garage door to see if any of the nosey neighbors had 
been watching. Every neighborhood has at least two or 
three who have to mind everybody else's business but 
their own.

I pulled the truck out of the garage then went back in 
closing the overhead door. Now I could – I was hoping – 
work without being bothered. Once inside I made sure 
doors were locked, phone disconnected, drapes drawn over 
the windows. I hauled the box with Melanie in to the 
living room where I had plenty of room to work. My hands 
shook, I was near hyperventilating I was so excited. 
With shaking hands I took my Buck knife to cut the nylon 
bands from the box then pried open the top. There was a 
box packed within the protective outer box that was also 
banded closed. Snapping the bands off, I opened the lid. 
Inside this protective shipping cocoon was the doll – 
Melanie was wrapped in white velvet cloth in such a way 
that it cushioned her while in transit. 

Inside the box was a styro-foam cradle that she lay in. 
At the head end and foot end were the owner's manual and 
various accessories, which for the moment went ignored; 
I was more interested in my new love. I laid the lid 
back to gaze at a white mummy; Melanie was encased in a 
swaddling wrap of velvet cloth and clear plastic sheet. 
The way she was wrapped made me think of the way ancient 
mummies were wrapped. I lifted her out of the box to lay 
her on the sofa. With great care I began the tedious 
task of unwrapping her. I was talking to her without 
realizing what I was doing or saying.

Water droplets splattered on the plastic and soaked in 
to the velvet batting. I was crying as I talked I was so 
happy to have her. "God, I am going to love you so much, 
Melanie. Oh yes I am." I soon realized I was referring 
to the doll in the personal sense rather than as an it 
or doll. I suppose that would be the first step in the 
bonding process with the doll – with Melanie. 

Finally I had the cloth and plastic off of her. Laying 
the cloth aside I could not help just staring at her. 
The doll – she – Melanie was so life-like it was almost 
scary. My breath was taken away at the beauty that lay 
before me.I sat back for a moment just staring at her. 
My god what exquisite beauty. At this point the English 
language was inadequate to describe her, this love of my 
life. I knew without a doubt now I had not gone wrong on 
this crazy deal. It was some moments before I realized I 
had a hard on as hard and thick as a steel spike. My 
cock was aching it was so hard.

Melanie was attired in a sheer white nylon and lace slip 
and sheer white nylon bikini panty. I examined her with 
care. Fingers and toes were individual digits; her eyes 
were open, a beautiful blue that sparkled in the lamp 
light of the living room. Her long tawny hair was draped 
to the front over her right shoulder and breast 
extending down nearly to her waist. My gaze traveled 
back to the full firm form of her breasts. The nipples 
of her breasts were hard as small pebbles tenting the 
nylon lace bodice of the slip. The dusky aureoles of her 
breasts were puffy, the nipples standing proudly swollen 
and erect and the swellings themselves rounded and firm. 
I forgot how long I simply stared at her, my new love 
before finally finishing the unwrapping of the cloth and 
plastic. 

With great care, as if I was lifting a real live girl, I 
lifted Melanie from the box and the cradle carrying her 
to the lounge chair. Setting her down in the chair, I 
went back to finish taking everything from the box. I 
checked out the owner's manual that was as thick as the 
original "DOS for Dummies" manual, which included a CD 
with video instruction for the owner on the best ways to 
use the doll for his pleasure and intimate satisfaction. 

A brief look through the manual, it covered everything 
and nearly every situation one could imagine – from 
cleaning and sanitizing her to fucking her, and dressing 
and undressing her. "Whew!" Setting it aside I took the 
box out to the garage and unpacked the other three boxes 
and took them out to the garage. The other three had 
contained the clothes, shoes, lingerie and other things 
for her I would need. I had a few lingerie catalogues 
that I somehow ended up with in the mail that were still 
current. I could always order some things from them too. 
I knew if I weren't careful I'd go broke buying things 
for her. 

Taking the packages of clothes to the bed room – I would 
share this room with her now and forever. Next I carried 
Melanie in to the bedroom laying her on the bed. A 
thought crossed my mind at this point: it was probably 
here that most men who owned the doll probably were so 
horny and worked up; they probably "raped" their doll 
that first night. I had to restrain myself from doing 
just that. I sat on the bed beside her just staring at 
her and day dreaming over her. 

I had become worked up with imaginings of what I'd like 
to do with her. Problem was, here it was Wednesday and I 
didn't want to start something and have the fact 
tomorrow was Thursday on my mind too. Lousy day. I 
decided to shore up my resolve to put off consummating 
our relationship until Friday evening. Better, and I 
could make beautiful love to my little darling and take 
her virginity that night and start our relationship 
then.

I knew I had not had supper; it was nearly seven thirty 
before I was ready to get in to bed with my new love. I 
placed Melanie under the blankets assuring she was 
comfortable I began to undress. I slipped under the 
blankets beside her taking her in my arms. She felt warm 
and sexy and her young body sent a thrill though me I 
had not felt from a real-girl before. Her long silken 
hair was delight to touch and feel and slide my fingers 
through, savoring the feel which I missed from the real 
Melanie.

I caressed the contours of her face, kissing her soft 
satin cheeks; her mouth was real enough that I slipped 
my tongue in to her mouth; the sensation was almost real 
enough I nearly lost my load of creamy cum right then. I 
kissed her down along her neck to her chest. As I kissed 
her face and mouth and neck I fondled the gentle rise of 
her beautiful breasts, the little nipples were hard and 
erect. I gently fondled her breasts gently squeezing 
each little nipple between my fingers. I moved to her 
breasts and nipples sucking, nipping and kissing her. 
Then I slipped my hand under the bodice of the slip to 
fondle the breast, gently squeezing the nipple. 

After a moment I slid my hand down to her waist and hips 
drawing the hem of the slip up. I slid my hand back 
along the silken smooth length of her legs. Drawing my 
hand back up her legs to her thighs I slid it inside her 
thighs to the tender V and form of her pussy. The feel 
of her pussy was almost natural, firm yet soft. Sitting 
up I pulled down the nice little white nylon panty. 
Sucking in a breath I gazed down the downy soft thatch 
of hair around her pussy. Slipping my hand between her 
legs I caressed her pussy savoring the feel of the hair 
and the firm form of the pussy. I slid my finger over 
the small erect nub that was her clit. 

As I enjoyed the feel of this little prize I slipped a 
finger inside her love hole feeling and enjoying the 
nice virgin tightness of her pussy. Then to my surprise 
and amazement I touched the gossamer thin membrane that 
was placed in her to make Melanie a virgin. Oh what a 
night Friday would be – it would be like taking one of 
my former girlfriends' virginity – or better yet, the 
fantasies I've had about the real Melanie. Seducing and 
taking her, possessing her throbbing young pussy. 

God what a beauty she will be to gaze on each day. Then 
the aching feeling that I was about to lose my load of 
cum made me groan with pain. I reached over to the 
bedside table to grab a hand full of tissues; quickly 
covering my hard cock I let it go. I filled the wad of 
tissue with my load of cream as I sighed with the 
blissful relief. I imaged what it felt like when I 
filled the real Melanie with my male cream that night of 
unbridled love making. 

"God she was something to screw that night...! Wonder 
where she is now?"

Dropping the wad of cum filled tissue to the floor I 
looked over at my little darling beside me. My cock 
remained hard and erect as I thought about Friday night 
and popping her artificial cherry – so what if it was 
only to give the man the joy of taking a virgin? She was 
mine and mine to do with what I wanted.

I caressed and fondled Melanie for nearly another hour 
thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to her. The one 
fact that occurred to me, Melanie although she was a 
doll was definitely ready and willing to give herself to 
me that night.

Lights were finally turned off. Only light from a street 
light and the back yard lights of my neighbors shone 
past the drapes.

I whispered to her: "Melanie, sweet heart, I love you. 
God, I love you so much."

In the near darkness I watched with wonder as her eyes 
closed and a mysterious smile of contentment crossed her 
young face.

***

The next day at work it was all I could do to keep my 
mind on what I was doing. Fortunately I didn't see Danny 
that day. His department had a marathon meeting going on 
which was probably boring him to tears.

Three o'clock was my time out the door. Anybody stopping 
at the door that afternoon to answer a cell phone call 
or think about what they were going to do that evening 
would have been run over. I stopped on the way home for 
a few things at a store then headed home to my little 
darling – as I thought of Melanie. 

That morning as I got dressed for work, I also dressed 
Melanie in a white nylon bikini panty and white short 
shorts, a pink halter top that left just enough to the 
imagination as to give me another hard on thinking about 
her. I took her to the Kitchen to set her at the kitchen 
table with me while I had a cup of coffee and toast – my 
normal week day breakfast. I began talking to Melanie as 
I ate and listened to the radio for a moment, mostly 
traffic and the latest fools in Washington to screw 
things up for the rest of us taxpayers. 

Before leaving I carried her into the living room 
placing her in a lounging position on the sofa. She 
looked down right sexy laying there as if she were 
already the queen of the house, which wouldn't be that 
farfetched in a few days. I turned the television on, 
which I wasn't sure why but it seemed a natural thing to 
do; I couldn't imagine it any other way. I kissed my 
little darling good-bye and headed out the door.

When I stepped in the door that afternoon there she was, 
my little darling waiting for me.

I kissed her running my hand through her long tawny 
hair. As I kissed her it was as if she were smiling 
welcoming me home to her. I picked her up and carried 
her to the bed room laying her on the bed, positioning 
her as if she were watching me. As I talked to her, a 
great stress reliever I soon found out, it seemed as if 
she were watching me and listening, absorbing everything 
I said. A smile seemed to cross her angelic features as 
I talked.

Next supper. There I was stuck. I'd been a bachelor most 
of these years and living single certain things fall by 
the side, and one of them is meal time. It's either call 
out for pizza, Chinese, or something fast from a can. I 
managed to make do with what I had on hand. What I'd 
bought the other day was set aside for Friday.

Following a light supper, I took her back to the bedroom 
where I changed her in to a sheer white lace baby doll 
chemise nightie and white satin bikini panty. I sat with 
her in the living room, an arm about her shoulder the 
feel of her beside me was more intoxicating than a Jack 
and coke at the bar; the television was off, stereo on 
to light recorded music: no commercials to ruin the 
quiet mood now. I positioned her beside me as a real 
girl would have, her legs tucked up under her on the 
sofa as I held her.

I must have been more tired than I thought, it was 
nearly 10 pm when I awoke, my neck sore from the 
position I was sitting in, my head back on the sofa. 
However, I glanced down at Melanie, she had somehow 
changed position; her head resting on my legs, she was 
stretched out as if sound asleep. Shifting myself, I 
picked her up and carried her in to the bedroom.

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty, time for the real bed." 

Laying her down, I pulled the covers down then lay her 
under the covers. Next it was my turn to get ready for 
bed. I turned just as it seemed she had opened an eye to 
watch me. There was a mechanism that enabled her eyes, 
depending whether she was lying down or sitting up, to 
open and close: she closed it just before I could really 
catch her in the act. It was actually a few days later 
that I learned how she was able to watch me without me 
knowing it. Through my devotion to her she had become 
animate that night. It was scary but it took me until 
the next night to catch on to the fact I had a live girl 
– not a doll – a live girl on my hands.
	
***					

Friday morning I went through the same routine with 
Melanie that I had on Thursday. She sat at the kitchen 
table watching me as I poured the coffee made the toast 
and talked to her.

I think it was the talking to her that had brought her 
around to an animate state in the first place. 

When I went to finish dressing and whatever else I 
placed Melanie on the sofa as I did yesterday with the 
television on to a local station.

"There you go sweet heart." I kissed her good-bye. "See 
you this evening. And you know what we've planned for 
this evening, honey? Right?"

It seemed as if she had smiled and said: "Yes, darling. 
I'll be here waiting for you."

I tried to keep my mind on work, which was hard, to say 
the least. I kept going over in my mind what I was going 
to do first when I got home. Of course there were the 
few who made the customary stop on the way home, it was 
Friday and that meant Happy Hour at their favorite 
"watering hole" in town. The facility was five miles 
outside the city. I managed to avoid getting invited to 
join the crowd. I was going to have my own Happy Hour. 
As a matter of fact, I was going to stop at the liquor 
store for a bottle of wine to go with the supper I had 
planned and the evening to celebrate Melanie's 
virginity. Sounds a bit off key but that's what was 
going through my mind most of the day as I went from one 
project to the next in a daze.

Most Friday's I am able to hit the door to the parking 
lot at three; today I was lucky, no last minute, "Oh my 
God...!" emergency job action requests from the peanut 
gallery upstairs. Today I made sure nobody had saved 
some disaster to the last minute, I was gone. I made the 
stop at the liquor store for a bottle of Chianti, the 
super market for lettuce and fixings for a salad. I had 
steak and other things chilling in the refrigerator.
		
I arrived home and nearly took the side door from the 
garage off the hinges getting in the door. "Honey, I'm 
home!" I shouted. God how great that sounded.

It had become a habit with me now. It sounded good. I 
set the groceries on the table and placed the wine in 
the refrigerator, I went in to the living room to see if 
she were alright, and there she sat, but not exactly as 
I left her, watching television; there was the merest 
trace of a smile on her face. She was happy to see me.

The last two evenings I was becoming aware of changes to 
Melanie, nothing wrong but changes that she was 
displaying, a sense of cognitively that was beginning to 
make me feel concerned. I wasn't quite sure what to do – 
the thought of the doll coming alive, if you will, was 
beyond the logical sense: never happen – at least this 
century. 

I went over to the sofa, gave my little darling a kiss. 
"Tonight is the night, sweet heart."

I picked her up off the sofa to carry her in to the 
bedroom where I changed I'd take a shower and so-forth 
once I had the meal started. I carried her back out to 
the kitchen setting her down at the table, positioning 
her at the table as if she would be listening to my 
inane talk. I began to show her the things I'd bought. 
"...And the wine – best Italian wine too."

A few times as I was getting things set up, the steaks 
out of the `fridge, side dishes, I swear Melanie was 
watching me. I started to marinade the steaks, taking 
casual glances over my shoulder at her as I worked and 
talked. Something clicked in my mind at that point: It 
was my talking to her. I was talking in circles about 
work, the idiots I have to suffer with during the day, 
what I did and where I'd been. As I prepared everything, 
getting it ready for the broiler or the stove, the 
vegetables and finally the salad fixed with all the 
herbs and so forth I throw in to a salad, I glanced back 
to catch a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her 
heart shaped mouth.

A cold chill slid down my back. Melanie was becoming 
cognitive – just as Danny's doll may have become.

Finished with the preparations, I set the table with 
plates, silverware, and even found the candle set. Only 
thing missing were flowers. Oh well, maybe next time.

Satisfied that everything was in order I picked her up 
to carry her back to the bedroom. 

"Okay, babe, now we get ready for our date – your first 
date. Okay?"

I swear she did smile her head laid against my shoulder 
as I carried her to the bedroom.

I was going to take a shower. Something I'd failed to 
read in the owner's manual – washing the doll. I grabbed 
the manual where I'd laid it beside the bed. I am one of 
those rare ones, I went straight to the index to look up 
"washing" and all the sub-words that went with it. I 
found "Washing Your Doll" and "Bathing and or Shower", I 
quickly read that section, no problem: The doll is 
supposed to be washed periodically anyway. 

Melanie can stand on her own without use of a special 
stand, the dolls have built in devices similar to gyro-
scopes that enable them to free-stand. There was a 
reference to drying the doll's hair. Special care had to 
be taken when drying the hair. Any hair dryer or blow 
dryer had to be kept on the lowest temperature setting 
possible -- almost cool. Setting the manual aside I 
began to carefully undress her, next I got undressed and 
carried her to the bathroom and the shower.

There would be no denying what I was going through 
physically with Melanie: I was living with a perpetual 
hard on from the time I'd walk in the door at night to 
the time I brought her to bed.

As I thought, Melanie stood perfectly straight in the 
shower, the water running over her as I began to soap 
her up, being careful not to touch her hair. I lathered 
her up and myself then turned her back to me her butt 
pressed against my raging hard on. I reached around her 
slender body holding her close to me to lather her pussy 
I began to finger fuck her. She began to move her hips 
back and forth in sensuous motion that made me moan with 
the pleasure I felt. 

"Yeah," I thought, "god, this was one investment that 
not even old Wall Street could match." I soon discovered 
something I'd over looked – her virginity was designed 
not only for the doll's master's pleasure but to respond 
in an automatic manner to give the impression of an 
orgasm!

Melanie's hips moved with slow undulations as I fingered 
her delicate little clit then I began rubbing my hard on 
against her as we moved together until I could not hold 
out much longer and shot my load of creamy cum over her 
stomach.

"Oh god that was good!" I groaned, suddenly feeling the 
most wonderful relief with the longest surge of my cum 
I'd ever felt in a long time. 

There was a long gush of a syrupy liquid from Melanie 
that caught me by surprise. In that instant I wondered 
what other surprises the doll had in store for me this 
weekend.

As the warm water washed my cum off of her, there was an 
expression of surprise on Melanie's face. The expression 
seemed to say: "Oh! I came too..."

Turning the water off, I picked her up setting down long 
enough to grab all the towels in the bath room then 
carried her to the bed room. Laying towels on the bed, I 
laid her down and began to towel her down and myself. 
Looking at her laying there naked, her beautiful blue 
eyes open, staring up at me as if in wonder made my hard 
on ache even more, but I had to steel myself against 
wanting to ruin the evening simply by fucking her right 
then.

First I slipped on a pair of black men's bikini briefs, 
then I opened the dresser drawer I'd set aside for 
Melanie's lingerie. I planned to dress her in a long 
white ivory and silver evening gown with silk and nylon 
lace bodice, spaghetti straps, an Empire waist.I took 
out a little white silk bikini panty and slipped that on 
her; shear beige and silver stockings and matching white 
garter belt. Then I put on a pair of black tux slacks; I 
was going all the way tonight with my little darling 
that meant first class. 

I took the gown out of the closet where I'd hung it. I 
glanced over at her. I'd swear there was a gleam in her 
eyes; a hint of a smile touched the corners of her heart 
shaped mouth. I looked at the other dresses, skirts, 
blouses. I knew without a doubt I'd probably go broke in 
no time finding beautiful clothes just for my little 
darling; that's how much I had become attached to this 
little beauty in just a couple days. My mind was in over 
drive thinking of things and ways that'd make her look 
good – beautiful. But how do you improve on perfection 
of beauty? 

I took out the white linen dressing gown to put on her 
while I finished preparing supper. I slipped it on her 
and stood back a moment to stare at her, my little 
darling as I was quickly thinking of her by now.

"Rest for now sweet heart while I fix supper I'll be 
right back, okay?"

As I turned there was a smile and I swore I heard: 
"Okay, my love..."

I fixed the supper, the last item were the steaks. I 
knew what I was going to do for Melanie, it would be 
sort of a make-believe proxy with her portion; I would 
set her place and serve her as I did a couple of my 
girlfriends in the past. 

I went back to the bed room to finish dressing my little 
darling. There was a smile on her face that made me 
stop. I should have seen it coming; Melanie was taking 
on the state of animation. Yet it escaped me as I shook 
off the allusion passing it off as a state of 
intoxicated happiness that I was about to have sex with 
my doll – my little darling, Melanie. 

I went to the bed, kissed her carefully, stood her up 
beside the bed as I took the dressing gown off her, then 
went to the closet door where the gown hung. I pulled 
the zipper at the back of the gown down carefully 
gathered it up and slipped it over her head letting it 
lightly unravel until the hem was less than an inch 
above the floor. Last, a pair of white strappy high heel 
shoes. 

Perfect, I said to myself. Perfect. Her nice small firm 
little nipples tented the fabric of the bodice. I took 
the hair brush that came with the doll's starter kit to 
lightly brush her long tawny hair. I got a raging hard 
on from the feel of the silken smooth hair that was 
almost the real thing. As I brushed and combed her long 
hair I recalled a young girl I knew from long ago her 
long blonde hair was silken and smooth, I always enjoyed 
the feel of sliding my fingers through it until she was 
sighing with the pleasure it gave her.

I admired her for another minute then gathered her up in 
my arms to carry her back to the small dining area off 
the kitchen. I put on soft smooth romantic music on the 
multi-disc CD player to set the mood. Within a short 
time everything was ready, I poured the wine, went 
through the ritual of tasting and commenting on the 
boutique of the vintage – two years ago. Next I served 
her – small portions, this was more like play acting 
than anything else, but I went through the motions. 

The conversation, needless to say was one sided – me 
talking to the doll – Melanie. As I talked I would 
glance up making eye contact with her and once more I 
swore she was listening and responding to my inane 
remarks. I'm not much of a conversationalist but I was 
becoming a bit unnerved now.

Finally finished, I cleared the plates and glasses from 
the table. I picked Melanie up from her place at the 
table. As I held her as I stared in to those beautiful 
blue eyes that made me dizzy from the thoughts of making 
love to her tonight – tonight was "our" night.

Holding her in my arms I began a slow awkward waltz. 
Within a few seconds I was gliding around the room with 
her. I am a sentimental nut for classic orchestral music 
and smooth jazz. It seemed I'd hit on the right 
selection as I moved about the room with her in my arms, 
her feet a mere inch above the floor. That's when I felt 
movement in my arms. Her eyes blinked a moment, my heart 
skipped two beats, I was speechless as Melanie gazed in 
to my eyes, her own blinking then, she said in English 
tinged with a hint of an Asian dialect: "Dave. Dave, I'm 
– I'm I don't know what is happening to me ..."

I did but I didn't. I was too astounded by the fact I 
was holding a real live girl in my arms. We held on to 
each other for some time. I was struggling with the fact 
Melanie was a doll that had become animate. My mind was 
a confused mess as I stared at my Melanie. Melanie 
attempted a wary smile as her feet touched the floor.

"I am all right, David. Truly. I am here for you."

I struggled with the single response: "Yeah."

My next thought, if it amounted to anything: "Now what?"

"I love you, Dave," she said in a near whisper. "I'm 
yours, my dearest lover ..."

At that moment it was as if I'd awakened a sleeping 
beauty. 

She stepped toward me her soft satin lips met mine in an 
open mouth kiss, her tongue slipping in to my mouth. She 
parted the kiss as she looked up at me to say in a near 
whisper: "Darling, David I need you as much as you need 
me. It is you I live for now."

To say the least, I was astounded.

I was almost hoping this was a dream. This should not be 
happening, I tried to tell myself. If I did awake from 
this, I'd probably find my little darling lying beside 
me still a doll.

I moved with the motions of a robot as I held on to 
Melanie.

I moved with Melanie in my arms, her small feet gliding 
over the floor as we danced, moving as one. I held her 
close to me, our mouths coupled together as our tongues 
danced their own waltz of love. I held her so my hands 
grasped her waist, then my fingers sliding over the 
graceful curves of her hips; I felt the outline of the 
scanty little silk bikini panty I'd put on her. The feel 
of that panty made me recall another young girl – the 
summer before I'd left for the Air Force and when I was 
still horny as hell all the time.

She was only thirteen, I was 18. I still recall that 
little blue cotton mini-skirt and white cotton blouse 
she wore. We were at the park near where she lived we 
were making out with all the lust and passion knowing 
that would be the last for nearly a year. As I held her 
feeling the rising warmth of her excitement I slid my 
hand down her back to her butt and felt the outline of 
her little bikini panty. That got me aroused even more, 
my steel hard cock aching for relief. Finally I took her 
out to a secret hideaway where I'd seduced her and 
popped her virgin cherry.

It was the same, as I kissed Melanie my cock was steel 
spike hard I held her close, my hand gently caressing 
the small of her back, the gentle and soothing feel of 
her hair. Melanie rested her head against my chest as we 
continued to move about the room. There was the slight 
the scent of gardenia in her hair and on her neck; for 
me, gardenia will forever be the aroma of passion. We 
continued to move about the room through two more 
numbers before I guided her to the sofa.

I was coming to grips with the fact that Melanie was 
animate now. Yet, I held the thought something had 
happened and I was in a coma dreaming all this. Melanie 
giggled a bit as I held her hand crossing the room to 
the sofa. Turning I grabbed her about the waist as I sat 
guiding her on to my lap.

Melanie seemed to know instinctively what to do: She 
wrapped her arms about my neck and we kissed long and 
passionately. The doll -- the girl – did little for my 
already raging hard on that threatened to lose it if I 
didn't get a chance to do something with her real quick. 
However, with effort I leaned her back to kiss her face 
down the tender places of her neck to the gentle rise of 
her breasts. 

Melanie moaned softly as I kissed her breasts. Sliding 
my other hand down to her legs and thighs I grasped the 
dress and began to slowly pull it up to her knees. 
Slowly with gentle touches I caressed the firm nylon 
clad satin of her skin moving my hand slowly along her 
legs pushing the dress further up her legs until I could 
see the white of her little panty and the garter belt. 
Caressing her thighs for a moment I moved the hand 
slowly to her hips and the tender area of her virgin 
pussy. 

For some crazy reason I recalled many years prior, as a 
horny 18 year old high school kid taking a young girl 
from the Freshman Class to the senior ball that April 
and later seducing her in the backseat of my old Buick. 
God, what a lay she was.

Returning to the now, caressing Melanie's stomach I 
moved my fingers between her thighs I felt the moistness 
of her seeping love juices. After a moment I lifted my 
hand back up to the full firm gentle form of her breasts 
fondling each for a moment making her moan with arousal 
and excitement. 

Melanie opened her eyes so that I could gaze in to them, 
she softly asked: "Do I please you, my lover?"

"Yes," I replied with softness in my tone fondling the 
firm form of the breast. "I want this first time for you 
to be as good as possible."

"I will please you in every way, my lover," she assured 
me holding on to me her lips a mere breathe away from my 
own.

Cupping her breast I felt the nub of her erect nipple 
with the tips of my fingers through the fabric. My 
fingers brushed Melanie's nipple through the thin satin 
of her dress, making her tremble in my arms and she 
wriggled against me, her pussy moistening with her 
arousal and excitement. I moved the hand up to the 
spaghetti straps and slipped them one by one from her 
shoulders then pulled the bodice down freeing her 
beautiful breasts from the dress. As I kissed her again 
I moved from her mouth and face down her ivory white 
neck, down her chest to her breasts and the little 
nipples that were as hard as pebbles.
	
I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, 
nipping it lightly with my teeth, then laving it 
thoroughly with my tongue, then taking it gently between 
my teeth, tightening my lips, and starting to nurse at 
it while setting up a constant circular licking motion 
with my tongue against the pointy tip. 

Caressing her tummy, I lowered my hand down to the 
silken white panty that clad the light brown mound of 
Melanie's virgin cherry, cupping it tenderly I began to 
caress her. She slightly parted her legs to show her 
willingness and acceptance. I know she could feel my 
cock poking her in the side as I caressed her swollen 
clit with one hand and played with her stiff nipples 
with the other.

After a moment Melanie began to become more excited and 
aroused, I moved my hand to the waist band of the panty 
and slipped it in to the panty and down to the downy 
softness of her mound and the wetness of her virginity. 
I massaged it gently until she urged me to be more 
forceful, her face turning red with passion, her breath 
short and rasping almost to the point of 
hyperventilation. The feel of my sexy doll – my Melanie 
in my arms, writhing like a cat on the sofa, her aroma, 
her cries, will echo in my memory to my dying day, 
especially the moment when I slipped a finger between 
her virginal pussy lips.

Touching the tender nub of her virgin clit brought a 
moan of delight from the virgin doll, Melanie laid her 
head back against my shoulder as her moans turned to 
sighs of pleasure. She moved her hips in rhythm with my 
finger caressing her wetness. Melanie cried out then, 
and her first real woman's orgasm washed over her young 
girl's body. She laid her head back on the back of the 
sofa, she cried my name again and again as I brought her 
to orgasm twice more before removing my hand.

Her breathing was labored as I began to kiss her all 
over her body as I ventured my way over every inch of 
skin. I moved back up to her face and the satin 
tenderness of her mouth; I felt her lips on mine, her 
tongue fighting to get inside my mouth. I opened my 
mouth to breathe and in doing so, felt hers move against 
mine. I met her tongue and sucked on it a moment, and 
used my fingertips to massage the back of her neck. She 
kissed me back with fervor, her hands on my chest and 
shoulders.

Slowly I laid her back on to the sofa resting her head 
on the pillows. Taking my free hand I slipped it behind 
her head to carefully pull her long hair out fanning it 
out in a tawny halo about her head in sensual angelic 
innocence. Her face shone in angelic virtuousness as I 
shifted myself to pull her little panty down. My intent 
was to suck her precious virgin pussy to taste the tangy 
sweetness of her juices.

I peeled the little scanty wisp of silk from Melanie's 
hips tossing it aside. Kissing every part of her body I 
moved down to her waist and hips, and then the tender 
vee between her thighs. 

Moving between her legs I kissed her from her tummy down 
to the tender vee and the moist tuft of downy soft hair 
between her thighs. Melanie watched as I flicked my 
tongue over the sensitive nub of her clit. Moaning with 
the delight of her first time with a man – a human, she 
began thrusting her hips in rhythm to my tongue 
molesting her virginity. Melanie's love juices seeped 
from her pussy; the juices as tangy-sweet as any virgin 
I'd ever seduced and stimulated with my tongue. Savoring 
the tangy sweetness of Melanie's virgin juices I knew I 
could no longer hold back – I'd have to do something and 
do it soon.

Boosting myself up on my arms, I managed to reach down 
to unsnap the catch on my slacks pushing them and the 
briefs down. My engorged cock jutted out at her 
virginity. 

"I'm ready." Melanie said with a sigh without a moment's 
thought. My cock touched her pussy sending a shock wave 
through her body. Drawing in a breath I pushed in 
slowly, since even though she was wet, my cock was a 
tight fit in her virgin pussy; I wanted her nice and 
tight, virgin tight. I kept going until I felt the 
resistance of Melanie's artificial maidenhood.

"This is going to hurt a bit." I said watching the very 
real look of fear in her eyes. She nodded her breathing 
hard and labored. I pulled almost all the way out and 
then pushed back in quickly, taking her virginity, 
penetrating, possessing my little darling now.

Melanie let out a scream.

Slowly, I pushed my hot, pulsing knob of flesh into my 
beautiful angel's sopping pussy, savoring her cries and 
moans, the sensations that spun around my cock like a 
million bolts of lightning, pausing only when I reached 
Melanie's artificial hymen. Impatient, she suddenly 
bucked underneath me, tearing the flimsy membrane and 
drawing me all the way in, crying out as the blood ran 
in little red rills down the pretty little rounded 
globes of her ass.

I didn't move for a moment, giving Melanie a chance to 
get used to the feel of me inside her. Then, kissing her 
gently, I rocked my hips in and out, building a smooth 
rhythm and taking care to give my sweet, beautiful 
little angle an orgasm she could never, ever forget.

"You okay?" I asked stopping watching Melanie's 
expression of pain and fear.

"Yes, yes ... oh it's so big inside me..." She gasped as 
she took a couple of deep breaths until the pain was 
gone. She looked up at me and nodded that she was ready 
to go on.

Once again I started thrusting slowly, until she had 
gotten used to me and loosened up inside. I picked up 
the pace and Melanie was moaning in time with the rhythm 
of my thrusts into her nice and tight young pussy. I 
knew without a doubt it would never lose its elastic 
tightness – she'd always be "my little miss nice and 
tight... My little darling."

"Oh god you're so nice and tight," I moaned thrusting in 
and out of the satin smoothness of her new pussy. "My 
little Miss Nice and Tight..."

Melanie cried, and, as her face tightened with pending 
release I finally abandoned all control, driving my cock 
in and out of her with all the force I could muster, 
making Melanie's every part of the doll's physical part 
crackle.

"Ah! Ah!" she cried. "Dave! Dave, I'm coming—again!"

This time Melanie's entire body thrashed underneath mine 
and I could hold back no longer. 

"Ah, ah, ah, yessss...! Yes, baby ahhh oooh ..., Melanie 
My little darling ...It's ...I'm coming!" 

Jet after jet of my cum erupted through my pistoning 
cock, and we howled each other's names as passion washed 
over us like foamy storm waves at high tide. 

Gradually, our passion subsided and we kissed and 
caressed each other softly as our bodies, glistening now 
with sweat and each other's juices, disengaged, and we 
lay in one another's arms, gazing with love and 
adoration.

After a moment I sat up to pull the rumpled gown off 
Melanie. "Let's take a shower."

Melanie smiled. She already knew what was going to 
happen. She knew I'd make love to her again in the 
shower. And she was right. Although I nearly slipped in 
the shower, I managed to get my hard stiff cock in to 
the girl's nice and tight little pussy to fuck her 
again. With the water washing over us, washing away the 
sweat and cum, I fucked Melanie again until the last of 
her juices were drained from her in a surge of release. 
I knew the company supplied a generous number of the 
tubes of the creamy syrup that represented the doll's 
female juices that was an ample substitute for when the 
doll orgasmed during sex with her "master." 

Soaping each other down and rinsing off, we stepped out 
of the shower; I lifted her in my arms to carry her back 
to the bed. Stepping out of the bath room I had grabbed 
several large over-sized towels from the hall closet. 
Laying her on the bed I knelt on it beside her to towel 
her down; we toweled and rubbed each other down. Melanie 
giggled and laughed like a little girl as I dried her 
off then took the special blow drier to dry her hair.

Melanie thoroughly enjoying herself as I gave her a 
massage then she gave me one – needless to say all it 
did was loosen us up and I was on top of her again, my 
cock hard as a steel spike. She lay on her back as I 
caressed her sides and legs. I finally spread her legs 
opening her pussy. I drove my steel hard cock in to her 
pussy to fuck her again. Melanie cried out as I 
forcefully took her again. Yet, as a doll – an animated 
doll – she was submissive to my desires for her.

I'd fucked Melanie three times that night. I'd drained 
the flexible tube with the syrup-like cream. We got 
under the covers and fell asleep. It was nearly six am 
before I awoke. Normally I am up much earlier than six 
in the morning.

I was sitting in my den/study working on a project – one 
of many when Melanie – wearing only a little scanty 
black silk panty she put on after our love making last 
night – stepped in to the den.

"Good morning, my lover," she said cheerfully.

That's when it hit me. As long as I was within proximity 
of the doll she remained animate. Outside that zone of 
proximity she quickly became inanimate: i.e. when I was 
at work the past couple weeks. That gave me something to 
think about. 

Melanie literally glided across the floor to me to sit 
on my lap. I turned away from the work station as she 
lowered herself on to me. Draping her arms about my neck 
she gave me a passionate kiss. Her mouth was open 
begging me to slide my tongue in to her mouth to play 
with her tongue. Instantly my cock was swelled and 
aching to feel the tight satin smoothness of her pussy. 
I'd fucked Melanie three times at least last night 
besides sucking and licking on her throbbing pussy. She 
came something like five times which drained her. I 
would have made love to her this morning but to make her 
have an orgasm I would have to change the expended tube 
for a full one; that would have meant breaking the spell 
of the moment.

I couldn't help but want to fuck her rather I started 
feeling her up, I slide my hand between her legs, she 
spread them willingly letting me caress and fondle her 
clit and slip my finger into her pussy that was still 
surprisingly wet even after our last time before finally 
falling asleep at two that morning.

"You want it again don't you?" I asked which was a dumb 
question anyway. Of course she wanted it – that's why 
I'd bought her in the first place – for me to fuck 
whenever I had the urge to screw a girl.

Melanie nuzzled my neck as I slid my hand along her 
satin skin – I had to push the thought of the fact she 
was really made of a special silicon from my mind – to 
the tender silk clad vee between her legs and the downy 
tuft of hair. Melanie opened her legs as I moved the 
hand down to her clit and pussy pressing the silken 
nylon material against her wetness. I touched her clit, 
rubbing the silk against her throbbing pussy. 

Melanie moaned softly as she began moving her hips, 
rubbing herself against my raging hard on that was 
already aching it were so hard. Moving the hand to the 
waistband of the panty, I slipped it in to the panty and 
down to the dewy tuft of hair and the wetness of her 
little pussy. 

"Oh yes, darling – yes..." she moaned as I caressed her 
clit then slipped a finger into her pussy to finger fuck 
her.

Withdrawing my finger I picked her up to carry her out 
to the living room to lay her on the sofa. She looked up 
at me with those beautiful bedroom eyes of hers as I 
pulled the little panty off her tossing it aside then my 
tee-shirt off and unfastened my pants. Melanie spread 
her legs for me, her pussy was mine to use for my 
pleasure.

I was between her legs and sliding my rigid cock in to 
her. Melanie moaned with the delight of feeling me fill 
her nice and tight pussy. It was still as tight as it 
was last night when I first took her. Melanie seemed to 
massage my cock with her pussy as if she were using her 
hands to stimulate me until I finally came. God it was 
just as good then as it was when I first took her. 
	
"That's what you wanted wasn't it, my lover?" she asked, 
the question catching me a bit off guard.

"Of course," I replied. "Showers. Come on."

I changed her tube of cream for her orgasms. It was 
easier than I thought. 

An hour later, I had her dressed in a little blue 
flowered string bikini panty, a pair of light blue 
short-shorts and a matching bra top. I led her out to 
the back yard; my intent was to see how far I could take 
her in her animated state. I worked around the yard, 
Melanie following asking questions, laughing at things 
she saw, my back yard is a virtual botanical garden – I 
have been told I have the proverbial green thumb for a 
bachelor. Gardening is my tension release and hobby; 
escape from the lousy world around me.

As we worked we would stop to hug and kiss and I finally 
laid her on the ground, her hair spread out in a fan 
about her head as I made love to her again pulling the 
little short shorts and panty off her: I fucked her 
right there on the ground. 

Needless to say, not much was accomplished that weekend. 
And to say the least, I had one helluva damned good 
weekend for the first time in a long time.

***

Monday came too soon to suit me. Once more I had to 
leave my sweetheart alone. As I turned to leave I saw 
what appeared to be tears in her eyes. 

"Four o'clock," I told her as I stepped out the door for 
work.

That's when I began to understand that Melanie was only 
animate in my presence or I am within a certain radius 
of her, like Saturday morning when she came to me in the 
study. When I leave her, she became inanimate until I 
returned. 

That evening when I stepped back in the door, it was 
like reverse: she was up off the sofa where I had left 
her throwing herself in to my arms.

"Darling!" she cried throwing her arms about my neck. 
"Oh I missed you...!"

Dropping my jacket and bag to the floor I guided her 
back to the sofa laying her down, Melanie gazed up at 
me, the innocence of her child-like being shone in her 
eyes, she was eager to please me. I had dressed her in a 
short house dress that buttoned down the front; I 
gathered the dress up to her hips and pulled the little 
white nylon panty off her. Melanie lay back with a sigh 
escaping her lips as I pulled the little panty off her.

"Oooo yes, Dave – yes..." she mewed softly as I tossed 
the panty aside then loosened my pants. "Ooo, be gentle 
with me..."

"My Little Miss Nice and Tight..." I said in a low 
menacing tone as I forced her to spread her legs giving 
me access to her pussy; her pussy was vulnerable to my 
lust and need for her that afternoon. "God, baby you're 
so nice and sweet..." 

My cock, steel spike hard was free of its confinement 
aching for the feel of Melanie's pussy. I lunged in to 
her driving my cock deep in to her; Melanie cried and 
gasped at the same moment as I savored the sweet wetness 
of her girlhood. This was the best part of the day – 
when I could come home and fuck my darling and lose my 
worries in her.

With a groan of satisfaction, I lost my load of cream in 
to Melanie's nice tight pussy; Melanie cried out with 
the release of her juices.

"I pleased you, my lover?" she asked as I pulled out of 
her.

"Always, sweetie," I assured her as I sat up to pull my 
pants back up. God fucking her was always great.

Melanie stood up to fix herself. She was to please me 
whenever I wanted it from her.

This is how it went for the next couple weeks: Sex with 
my little darling was always like the "first time" with 
a young girl.

We finally settled in to a routine, much like live in 
girlfriend; husband and wife, we did things together, I 
took her for rides; as long as I was with her and within 
a short distance of her, especially stores she was 
animate. I was careful not to let her wander too far 
from me in case she became inanimate.

A couple months later on a weekend of do nothing; 
Melanie and I were laying on the sofa, me with my arms 
around her savoring our recent time in bed. We were 
attired in just robes watching some show on television 
when the phone rang. I swore under my breath as I 
answered the phone: "Dave...!"

Huh?

"Dave, I need your help!" he yelled in to the phone. 

I could hear his girl, his doll, Kathy in the back 
ground screaming at him.

What the hell? "Be there..."

I got up nearly dumping Melanie to the floor. "Come 
on..." I told her.I quickly changed in to the first 
thing I could get my hands on and shoes and literally 
pulled Melanie toward the door, 

Danny and I with our dolls finally got together for a 
picnic recently, both dolls were in their animate state; 
both hit it off, you'd think they were sisters or the 
best of friends that day. We had a fun filled day, the 
dolls gay and cheerful. But that was then.
	
We were out the door in the truck and to Danny's place 
in a matter of minutes. The front door was unlocked. We 
could hear them yelling at each other. A neighbor lady 
looking at the townhouse was talking on a cell phone to 
somebody as I thrust the door open. 

"Danny...!" I called.

Danny sat on a chair, bloody, his chest heaving as he 
stared at the floor, a knife in his hand the doll lying 
on the floor. I gave Danny a second look; it looked as 
if he'd been a couple rounds with a professional prize 
fighter. I looked at the doll on the floor hacked to 
pieces. Melanie knelt on the floor beside the doll. She 
seemed to be visibly crying as she picked up the severed 
head.

At that moment three policemen with weapons drawn shoved 
through the open door.

"Police!" one yelled firmly as they stopped to stare in 
puzzlement at the hacked up doll on the lying on the 
floor, wires hanging from the severed neck.

"What the hell?" one of them muttered as he stared at 
the doll then his partners. Wires and circuit pieces 
hung from the body giving the scene a surreal 
appearance.

Melanie was shacking as she seemed to be crying but no 
tears trickled down her face. She looked up at the 
officer hovering over her. She said in anguish: "She was 
my mold-sister."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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