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While Joyce was cleaning Buffy's room, she paused. There was a curious-looking doll on the floor. Joyce picked it up and looked at it. No doubt, it was mesmerizing. A beautiful doll. The longer Joyce looked at it, the more she realized that it looked just like Buffy's friend Cordelia.

She wanted to touch it.

She ran her hands over the doll's body, stopping to stroke the perfect breasts. She began to rub the doll with one hand while she stroked her own breast with her other. She could feel herself growing wet as she massaged her breast and pulled at her nipple. Her breath came out in a pant.

Joyce slipped her hand inside of her shirt so that she could feel her flesh on her aching breast. Her hand gripped the doll tighter as she toppled onto Buffy's bed. Touching the doll, she wanted it. She needed it.

She had to feel the doll inside her.

Eagerly, Joyce spread her legs. The doll slid easily into her moist depths. She moaned and thrust her hips upward. Joyce removed her hand from her breast and pressed it between her thighs.

She began to thrust in and out faster, harder. Her hips rocked back and forth meeting her thrusts. Joyce had never found a man that fit inside her as well as this doll. She thrust more deeply, turning the doll and moaning as it grazed against her G-spot.

With her free hand, Joyce began to toy with her clit. She brushed it with one finger almost teasingly. Her breath caught. As she moved the dildo in and out and thrust upwards, she began to massage her clit. She panted and screamed. She was close, so close.

Joyce whimpered with frustration as the orgasm she seeked eluded her. With a moan, she let go of the doll and rolled over onto her stomach, still playing with her clit. She reached in from behind and began to move the doll again. She loved this angle, and could feel the entire body moving in time with her thrusts.

Finally, Joyce came. She screamed as the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had overtook her. Exhausted she collapsed on Buffy's bed.

A hand reached forward to brush a wisp of hair off of her cheek. Startled, Joyce looked up.

It was Cordelia.

~end~