Oh god...since
@Alice was so kind to share a fairly innocent story and the novelty of Runka Bulle has seemingly worn off, I have to go ahead and ruin everything with the worst thing I ever did as a kid. Sorry for the atrocity below.
During childhood, my curiosity about sex was severely blockaded by my Puritan mother, who despite meaning the best made it impossible for me to develop any sense on how to control my sexual urges. Porn was obviously a no-go, but it really didn't help that my parents were just too conservative describing what happens and I just kinda started to go nuts. It also didn't help that I learned about masturbation and sex from friends and lusty midnight movies on American cable TV, but had no clue what was achieved through it but was determined to fuck something and find out what exactly the prize was.
Simply, around 10 years old, I found a stuffed animal rabbit.
Yes, it was around this size. It was some sort of prize my mom won before I was born, and being as that it was huge, it was inconvenient and stuffed into a closet in a guest bedroom. At this point I am pretty sure she hadn't seen it for at least a decade and gave zero fucks about where the damn thing was.
In my confused lust, I took it out of the closet, tore a hole where the "crotch" would be, dropped my pants and began to thrust inside the damn thing. Mind you, this was dry cotton stuffing (boy was it a surprise the first time I actually had sex.) I noticed that I would start to get excited and suddenly feel like I had to pee. Panicked, I threw the thing on the floor, watching small bits of stuffing come out and splay on the floor. Terrifying.
...but not enough so that I didn't find it fun, and more or less a day later I found myself back again for round two. Felt the peeing sensation again...stopped.
Next day, felt it again. Stopped.
This went on for weeks.
Then finally one day I had it. I needed to know what happened after that sensation, so I tore the damned stuffed animal out of the closet (by this point a rather menacing empty spot developed where the stuffing was displaced by my incessant cock stabs), I lined myself up to put this damned toy into missionary and fuck it to all hell. Finally, that sensation surfaced again, and I pushed through and through until suddenly I released...semen! My first orgasm ever in life was fucking a fucking stuffed animal.
It felt kind of weird, but if
@TAG Manager had known me and asked me to write a review, I would have given this stuffed animal a "
Recommended, Will Repeat" without delay.
Well...this was the start to a new, disgusting habit. In the morning, after school, and before bed I was hosing down in the insides of this thing. For some reason, due to its immense size it never really gave off a smell or feel gross so I didn't pay it mind. My friends were wondering why I was so chipper and full of excitement.
But the story does NOT end here. One of these said friends of mine would come to hang out every few weeks to play some video games, draw, and sleepover. It was obvious we stayed up way past bed time to sneak peek at softcore adult porn movies, but this time around I had something to share with him: my stuffed animal toy. Yes...he fucked the toy and unleashed inside it. Then I did. Then he did again. Then did another friend of ours who came over. Multiple times. At some point the doll began to smell like sweat and BO, so I eventually kept it in my room underneath a pile of clothes.
Soon Junior High School started and immediately all this shit stopped, as we were too embarrassed when society silently corrected this deviant behavior. Interestingly, around this same time I noticed my mother rummaging through the closet...looking for the stuffed rabbit!
Mom
: "Hey, requiemmorrow! Have you seen the giant stuffed animal?"
Me
: "Oh...yeah I was throwing it around the other day and tore a huge hole in it."
Mom
: "You what?!"
She said something I can't remember clearly, as I was panic-stricken by the feeling of certainty that she'd find out what I was doing to it. I lead her to the befowled cotton creation, lifelessly strewn on the closed carpet with a cavernous hole from tail to chest. The thing had been pretty much almost torn in half, with a considerable amount of stuffing missing.
Me
: "Here it is mom."
Mom
: "Oh...what happened? Alright, honey, I guess I'll have to sew it back up."
Me
: "Oh? Oh...okay."
And so she did. She sewed it up nicely, jizz tainted cotton stuffing and all. She put it back into the guest closet, where it remained for years.
Some years later it disappeared, and I found out she gave it to some goodwill store so she could make closet space...well shit...
TL; DR It is quite possible now that somewhere on this God-forsaken planet, someone has a gigantic stuffed rabbit encrusted on the inside with the pre-teen semen of myself and two friends who repeatedly fucked it for months.
It should also be noted that these friends of mine completely stopped contact with me, and we somehow mutually have never reached out to each other on Facebook or any other social platform.