| 525: Billie Buttons Seven-year-old Jill MacKenzie had a best friend: Billie Buttons. So what if she was just one a doll, the size of a toddler. When she was sad, like when her parents fought, she found some comfort holding Billie close, rocking her. One evening she rocked the doll, Jill in her nightgown, Billie in an outgrown one. Through her tears, she didn't notice a bare doll-foot falling between her legs. That is, until she scooted back in her little rocking chair, and the gusset of her panties slid off the stuffed-cloth limb. "Wha?" After wiping her eyes almost clear, she opened her legs and pulled up her nightgown to figure out what happened. It seemed the doll had touched her somewhere below her panties' princess picture. She tapped her mons with Billie's simulated toes, getting just a little feeling. Then she tried rubbing it up and down; a little better. Tilting her hips back, she tried rubbing farther down, and gasped; that felt good! But sitting that way was pretty hard, so she moved to her bed. Spreading her gangly legs wide, she slowly slid Billie's foot along the narrow area of her panties. It made her feel good, warmth spread throughout her body, and her eyes even lost focus. Her breathing grew heavy, so she lay down to continue. To feel more, she pressed harder, and harder. She felt like she was melting! Hugging Billie tight, she soon found herself massaging not only her privates with the doll's foot in one hand, but also her chest with the doll's upper body in her other arm. When her fingers accidentally bumped a swelling nipple, it was intense like a tickle, except she wanted more instead of trying to get away. She started playing with it through the soft fabric; each time she stimulated it, her little cunny felt good too! When her first hand slipped away from the doll appendage, it landed on her panties. Barely aware, her hand continued moving on the dampening cloth, rubbing her plump, tender lips. Eventually, the finger sliding over her crease told her it was wet. Panicking that she was wetting herself (again!), she pulled her hand up. But it looked, smelled, even felt different. To make sure, she tasted; VERY different, kinda gooey, pretty nice, but cookie-swipingly naughty! Satisfied, she started rubbing again, especially near the front where it felt best. She felt something almost happening, but needed more, something harder on her. Billie's 'outie bellybutton', the knot of fabric pressing into her side, would have to do. She had to pull up her legs, but she managed to rub Billie Buttons's bellybutton against herself. Whimpering, she made the doll hump her, until *it* happened! The something washed over her in a wave; her back arched off the bed, and she hung there, tense, shaking, until it let go of her. Collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, she couldn't move but felt soooo good. She drifted to sleep, domestic tension forgotten. Next morning, Mrs MacKenzie sighed about the wetted bed and doll, yet soon recognized the distinctive aroma. But darling Jill couldn't have... Could she? |