When the mean girls give Margie a bear for her birthday, she knows they’re up to no good. As soon as she gets the gift home, she discovers this is no ordinary teddy bear. The cuddly toy is possessed by some kind of demonic force! Innocent Margie can struggle and squirm all she likes, but she can’t escape her birthday bear’s clutches.
Warnings: This story includes an innocent virgin, a devious bear and dubious consent.
Word Count: 5700
Under the covers, Margie moved the bear down her body, feeling its fur on her nipples, then her belly. She’d been taught early on that young girls were not supposed to touch themselves. Touching yourself was basically calling on the devil. “Yoohoo, Devil! Here I am! A young girl ripe for the picking!”
So she’d never dared. Never.
But this was different. Because the bear was doing all the touching. Margie wasn’t touching herself at all. The fuzzy little bear worked its way down her soft belly, and then nuzzled its muzzle into her untouched mess of pubic hair.
She parted her legs for a moment, and then brought them closer together so the bear’s lovely fur brushed her sensitive inner thighs.
“Goodness, little bear,” she said. “Your fur feels so good against my skin.”
The bear asked, “How about my tongue?”
This book was added to our catalog on Friday 29 January, 2016.