Tassa and Pissa
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: Roommates for less than a week, Amy and CeeCee talk about dolls, and soon the conversation takes an intimate turn, and soon it's more than conversation. Plus a poem by Ashley. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Fiction Illustrated .
They had been roommates for about a week when the subject of dolls came up. “I named mine Tassa and Pissa,” Amy said.
“I don’t think mine had any names,” CeeCee confessed.
“That’s strange.”
“Maybe I just forgot.”
“I loved my dolls,” Amy said. “Even after Tassa’s head came off. Or maybe it was Pissa’s head came off.”
“How did that happen?”
“Maybe I was playing too rough. I mean they were playing too rough with each other.”
“What were they playing? Football?”
“Probably.”
“Did the stuffing come out?”
“Probably.”
“Where are your dolls now? Tassa and Pissa.”
“I don’t know. Lost I guess.”
“That’s too bad,” CeeCee said.
Amy said, “I still can’t believe you didn’t name your dolls.”
“Not everything has to have a name.”
“I suppose not,” Amy agreed.
CeeCee’s face brightened. “I have one thing with a name.”
“What?”
“Rex.”
“Is that your dog?”
CeeCee laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
CeeCee went to her closet. She rummaged for a bit and came back holding the vibrator. “Amy, meet Rex. Rex, meet Amy.” CeeCee switched Rex on. Rex hummed.
“You have one of those?” Amy said.
“Yeah. It works.”
The girls looked at each other.
“Want to try it?” CeeCee said. “Want me to try it on you?”
“I don’t know,” Amy said.
“It will be fun. Why not?”
“I’m not sure,” Amy said. “I’m still a...”
“Virgin?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you might be.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
The girls didn’t say anything for a time.
“I have an idea,” CeeCee said. “You could be Tassa and I could be Pissa. We could be dolls.”
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