© 2008 by EllaRegina
At college Dolly understood that something was amiss. While glimpsing bolder girls parading naked around the dorm bathroom, Dolly realized she had nothing between her legs. No hair, no lips: just a fleshy mound with a tiny grommet from which urine flowed. The other girls had sprouted curious flowers there—petalled flora releasing exotic fragrances.
Before Thanksgiving Dolly went on her first date with a nice boy named Arthur. They kissed. He put his tongue inside her mouth. Dolly liked that. Arthur touched body parts even her doctor had never visited. Eventually his hand found itself atop Dolly's hillock.
"That's a vacant lot, Arthur. No grass. No furrow." She pulled her daisy-print underpants down to show him exactly what it was that she did not possess.
"Oh, my!" he exclaimed. "Well, isn't that ducky! Never mind, Dolly. You've lots to offer, and it's better this way—no worries about babies."
Arthur taught Dolly how to take his hard penis into her mouth and suck it until buttermilk came forth. Then he folded her like a clotheslined towel and demonstrated how he could fill her plump behind with warm cream using his rigid staff. They found much to enjoy together, despite her empty canvas.
After Christmas vacation Arthur brought Dolly to a tattoo parlor. While the electric needle man busily engraved a © and MATTEL above Dolly's ivory rear, Arthur distracted her from the pain—discreetly unzipping and placing his cock inside her lips like a pacifier until the jobs were done.
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