Not Your Average Child's Play!
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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9,748
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Not Your Average Child's Play!
"Child's Play"
"Not Your Average Child's Play!"
Chapter 1: Hotel Romance
WARNING! AS YOU MAY (or may not know) FROM THE TITLEL ALL OF YOU "CHILD'S PLAY" FANS OUT THERE MAY FIND THIS SOMEONEWHAT, IF NOT MOST DISTURBING! IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ABOUT INCESTUAL ACTS BETWEEN TWO SUPERNATURALLY POSESSED DOLLS THAN PLEASE...I WARN YOU NOW...STOP FUCKING READING! If you DO wish to continue reading, don't blame me when you loose all sanity!
"This family vacation was a great idea Chucky." Said Tiffany, approaching her mate. "And Paris, France. Of all places!" "I knew you would like it Tiff." Chucky said with a smile. "We didn't even have to pay to get a room." Exclaimed the bride. "Yeah. Bunch of damn pussies though. They act as if they have never seen a living doll before!" Tiffany giggled a bit. "I thought it was so cute when you flipped the bird to the security man, and he fell over like a rotten log." The two engaged in a brief laughing fit. "Still wish I could have just sliced his head off!" "Now Chucky. I told you we're not doing that anymore." The one in the white dress scolded, taking his chin between her index and middle, turning his face to meet her eyes. "You're right. It's just...force of habit." Chucky stifled a laugh. "We're on a family vacation, and need to set a good example for our little Glenda." "Glen." Chucky corrected. Tiffany, as usual, took no notice. "Are you...feeling okay?" Inquired the male doll, noticng a certain gleam in his wife's eye. "Yes, why do you ask?" "There's just something in your eyes that makes me think...you're up to something." Chucky gave her a rather lustful grin. "You know...Paris France is kown as the city of...love and romance." She cocked her left brow, her eyes firing up. "Oh?" "Do you know why I wanted to get a room with bedrooms...for two?" She came closer to him. "Oh! I know now!" He gave her a lusty smile, setting his hand upon her lower backside. She responded with a rather devilish giggle and he lifted her off of her feet. "Carry me away!" Tiffany exclaimed playfully. "Oh, I'll take you to a place so wonderful, Heaven will turn into Hell!" He whisked her off to the bed and managed to rest her atop, but had quite an ordeal clambering and crawling to get up himself. "Fucking king sized beds! They always make them so damned big!" "Speaking of fucking...I'm waiting for you!" Sneered Tiffany, voice silky and passionate. "Wait. Let's make this a little...more interesting." Chucky began removing her footwear and decided a little game would be fun, just to further warm her up. "This little piggy went to market." He began. Tiffany giggled, not so much at the tickling of his fingers, but the mere game itself. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef...and this little piggy had none." Tiffany had been practically screaming from laughter at her husband's childish antics. She herself had remembered tickling him, and now, he was inflicting the same torture on her. "and...this little piggy went...wee wee wee wee...all the way..." He never really finished before he had settled his lips to hers, drawing her in for a deep kiss. "...home." Chucky stared into his lover's eyes, and could tell she was highly aroused. "I want your little piggy Chucky! I want it...bad!" "Same here Tiff!" "Let's get started, shall we?" The one atop began to undrape his lovely wife, revealing her succulent milk duds, making Chucky wet in the mouth, giving them a squeeze. "Oh Chucky! I know you want more than these!" Tiffany trusted herself towards his lower and stimulated regions and that was all the motivation he needed! Almost violently, the lustful serial killer whipped off her beautiful white wedding gown, yet, placing it very carefully beside them upon the floor. "Should I, help you out? You look, very hot in those clothes!" Sneered the nude bride beneath him. "Sure thing, Honey!" The same for Chucky. From releasing the strap of his soiled overalls, to the socks upon his feet, he became as bare as his brilliant beautiful bride, and Tiffany could tell he was ready for some play time! "One question...who gets to be, on top?" Inquired Tiffany, almost a whisper in his ear. "Well, you started it after all." She released a quite excited series of shrieking giggles, and began with her position over him, not even realizing they were being watched. Upon her mounting, Chucky released a sharp gasp. "Oh Chucky! Take it like man!" "N-no. Tiff...look." His voice was almost a squeak, and Tiffany caught sight of what had caught his eye.
"Not Your Average Child's Play!"
Chapter 1: Hotel Romance
WARNING! AS YOU MAY (or may not know) FROM THE TITLEL ALL OF YOU "CHILD'S PLAY" FANS OUT THERE MAY FIND THIS SOMEONEWHAT, IF NOT MOST DISTURBING! IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ABOUT INCESTUAL ACTS BETWEEN TWO SUPERNATURALLY POSESSED DOLLS THAN PLEASE...I WARN YOU NOW...STOP FUCKING READING! If you DO wish to continue reading, don't blame me when you loose all sanity!
"This family vacation was a great idea Chucky." Said Tiffany, approaching her mate. "And Paris, France. Of all places!" "I knew you would like it Tiff." Chucky said with a smile. "We didn't even have to pay to get a room." Exclaimed the bride. "Yeah. Bunch of damn pussies though. They act as if they have never seen a living doll before!" Tiffany giggled a bit. "I thought it was so cute when you flipped the bird to the security man, and he fell over like a rotten log." The two engaged in a brief laughing fit. "Still wish I could have just sliced his head off!" "Now Chucky. I told you we're not doing that anymore." The one in the white dress scolded, taking his chin between her index and middle, turning his face to meet her eyes. "You're right. It's just...force of habit." Chucky stifled a laugh. "We're on a family vacation, and need to set a good example for our little Glenda." "Glen." Chucky corrected. Tiffany, as usual, took no notice. "Are you...feeling okay?" Inquired the male doll, noticng a certain gleam in his wife's eye. "Yes, why do you ask?" "There's just something in your eyes that makes me think...you're up to something." Chucky gave her a rather lustful grin. "You know...Paris France is kown as the city of...love and romance." She cocked her left brow, her eyes firing up. "Oh?" "Do you know why I wanted to get a room with bedrooms...for two?" She came closer to him. "Oh! I know now!" He gave her a lusty smile, setting his hand upon her lower backside. She responded with a rather devilish giggle and he lifted her off of her feet. "Carry me away!" Tiffany exclaimed playfully. "Oh, I'll take you to a place so wonderful, Heaven will turn into Hell!" He whisked her off to the bed and managed to rest her atop, but had quite an ordeal clambering and crawling to get up himself. "Fucking king sized beds! They always make them so damned big!" "Speaking of fucking...I'm waiting for you!" Sneered Tiffany, voice silky and passionate. "Wait. Let's make this a little...more interesting." Chucky began removing her footwear and decided a little game would be fun, just to further warm her up. "This little piggy went to market." He began. Tiffany giggled, not so much at the tickling of his fingers, but the mere game itself. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef...and this little piggy had none." Tiffany had been practically screaming from laughter at her husband's childish antics. She herself had remembered tickling him, and now, he was inflicting the same torture on her. "and...this little piggy went...wee wee wee wee...all the way..." He never really finished before he had settled his lips to hers, drawing her in for a deep kiss. "...home." Chucky stared into his lover's eyes, and could tell she was highly aroused. "I want your little piggy Chucky! I want it...bad!" "Same here Tiff!" "Let's get started, shall we?" The one atop began to undrape his lovely wife, revealing her succulent milk duds, making Chucky wet in the mouth, giving them a squeeze. "Oh Chucky! I know you want more than these!" Tiffany trusted herself towards his lower and stimulated regions and that was all the motivation he needed! Almost violently, the lustful serial killer whipped off her beautiful white wedding gown, yet, placing it very carefully beside them upon the floor. "Should I, help you out? You look, very hot in those clothes!" Sneered the nude bride beneath him. "Sure thing, Honey!" The same for Chucky. From releasing the strap of his soiled overalls, to the socks upon his feet, he became as bare as his brilliant beautiful bride, and Tiffany could tell he was ready for some play time! "One question...who gets to be, on top?" Inquired Tiffany, almost a whisper in his ear. "Well, you started it after all." She released a quite excited series of shrieking giggles, and began with her position over him, not even realizing they were being watched. Upon her mounting, Chucky released a sharp gasp. "Oh Chucky! Take it like man!" "N-no. Tiff...look." His voice was almost a squeak, and Tiffany caught sight of what had caught his eye.