Living in San Diego has its perks—the endless sunshine pouring golden light through every window of my ocean-view apartment. It was a lazy Saturday, with absolutely no plans on the calendar, no incoming texts from friends begging me to hit the beach or grab margaritas, and a deep, insistent horniness that had been building all week like a slow-rolling swell. I was absolutely climbing the fucking walls. I was somewhere between my mid and late twenties. My body was at its absolute peak: full, heavy C-cup tits that strained and bounced with every movement; dark pink nipples always half-hard and begging for attention; a tight, cinched waist flaring out into wide, curvy hips; and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled perfectly when I walked the boardwalk, turning heads and making jaws drop. My pussy was always smooth, those outer lips plump and soft, hiding slick inner folds that glistened at the slightest dirty thought, guarding a hypersensitive clit that swelled and throbbed like it had a heartbeat of its own. My long blonde hair cascaded down my back, framing a face with full, cock-sucking lips and big blue eyes that screamed raw sex even when I was just picking up coffee.
I was sprawled across my massive king-sized bed in my bright, airy bedroom. The lazy spin of the ceiling fan was doing nothing to cool the sticky heat clinging to my skin. Being a full-time nudist, I was lying completely naked. The air conditioner hummed softly, but the summer warmth outside turned everything sensual and heavy; my skin flushed and dewy. I’d wasted the morning scrolling through endless porn clips on my phone where girls were riding huge cocks, asses were bouncing, and pussies were squirting—lazily trailing my fingers over my slick cunt, dipping inside just enough to tease but never enough to satisfy. Light fingering only made the ache worse, my clit pulsing angrily under my touch. I needed something thicker, something that would stretch me wide and pound me deep, something creative and filthy to match the deviance brewing in my head.
That’s when my eyes drifted to Mr. Bear, my massive childhood teddy bear still proudly perched on the high shelf in the corner like he’d been waiting for me all these years. Almost three feet tall, plush chocolate-brown fur that was still impossibly soft, shiny black button eyes, little round ears, and that sweet stitched-on smile that used to comfort me through nightmares and heartbreak. I’d hauled him through every move, kept him as my silent confidant. But today, staring at his innocent, huggable body, a wicked, depraved idea ignited deep in my core. My pussy clenched hard. I was bored out of my skull, and my cunt was screaming for a long, merciless, all-day fucking.
As I rolled off the bed, my heavy tits bounced wildly. I reached up to pull him down, hugging him tight against my naked body. His warm fur felt like heaven against my bare stomach and thighs, that familiar soft plushness making me shiver.
“Oh, Mr. Bear,” I cooed in my sweetest, highest little-girl voice (despite being over eighteen), nuzzling my cheek against his fuzzy one. “You’ve been up there all alone for sooo long.”
I continued. “Poor Teddy. Did you miss Stacey? Because Stacey missed you lots and lots. And today… today we’re gonna play the most special grown-up game ever. A secret game that only big girls and their favorite teddies get to play.”
My heart raced with naughty excitement as I carried him back to the bed, laying him gently against the pillows. I practically skipped to my nightstand, yanking open the drawer stuffed with toys—buzzing vibrators of every size, shiny metal butt plugs, a rainbow of dildos—but the one that made my mouth water was my absolute favorite realistic strap-on cock: eight thick, veiny inches of flesh-toned silicone, ridged and textured just like the real thing. It had a fat mushroom head, heavy hanging balls, and a strong suction base that could stick to anything.
I found the thick Velcro straps I’d bought for exactly this kind of kinky fun and bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
“Look what Stacey has for you, Mr. Bear,” I whispered conspiratorially, holding the dildo up so the sunlight glinted off its shiny surface. “We’re gonna give you a great big wee-wee, just like a real big boy, and then you can play with Stacey’s princess parts properly.”
I positioned him sitting upright against the headboard, spreading his stubby plush legs wide. His innocent fur seam crotch looked so pure… until I suctioned the base of the dildo low on his soft belly, making the massive cock jut straight out like the hardest erection imaginable. I wrapped the Velcro straps snugly around his plush waist and thighs, locking it in place. There it stood—thick, veiny, and utterly obscene, protruding from my sweet childhood teddy. I stepped back and just stared, my breath catching.
“Oh my gosh, Mr. Bear!” I squealed in delight, clapping my hands like an excited little kid. “You have the biggest, strongest wee-wee ever! Look how hard it is. You’re all stiff and ready for me. Do you wanna put it in my princess parts? I bet you do, you naughty bear.”
My cunt flooded at the sight, juices now trickling visibly down my inner thighs. My nipples were already stiff and were aching in the warm air. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I drank in my own reflection—long, toned legs leading to thick thighs, a shaved mound glistening with arousal, and swollen pink lips already parted and dripping. My tits were swaying heavily as I turned to admire my round ass.
I crawled onto the bed like a predator, straddling Mr. Bear’s lap, facing him. Those blank button eyes of his staring up as if he could see every filthy inch of me. I wrapped one hand around the base of his new cock, feeling the cool silicone warm from the sun, and guided the fat head to my dripping entrance, teasing my folds with it, coating it in my slick.
“Are you ready, Mr. Bear?” I asked in that high, little-girl voice, batting my lashes at him. “Your little Stacey is gonna sit on your special toy now. You’re gonna stretch my princess parts so wide and make me feel all full inside.”
I sank down slowly, deliberately, savoring every single inch as the thick head parted my plump lips and stretched my tight cunt impossibly wide.
“Ohhhh, Mr. Bear!” I gasped, eyes fluttering shut. “Your wee-wee is so huge! It’s opening me up… sliding in so deep… yes, yes, all the way to my tummy!”
I didn’t stop until my ass settled fully on his soft, furry thighs, the heavy silicone balls pressed hard against my throbbing clit, every veiny inch buried to the hilt inside me. The contrast was intoxicating. His innocent plush fur was tickling my inner thighs and ass cheeks while that rigid monster cock filled me completely, pressing against every sensitive spot.
I started with slow, lazy circles of my hips, grinding deep, feeling every ridge and vein drag along my slick walls, nudging my G-spot relentlessly.
“Mmm, do you like that, Mr. Bear?” I murmured breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tight, burying my face in his warm, furry neck. “Stacey’s riding you nice and slow… your soft fur feels so tickly on my boobies and my bottom.”
My heavy tits squished against his plush chest, stiff nipples raking through the fur as I began bouncing gently, my juicy ass slapping softly against his lap with wet, filthy sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
The pace built naturally, my body taking over. I gripped his fuzzy shoulders and started riding harder, faster, lifting almost all the way off before slamming back down.
“Yes, Mr. Bear, yes!” I whimpered in that childish lilt, voice climbing higher with every thrust. “Pound my princess parts, and make my tummy all tingly and full!”
My cunt gripped him greedily, inner walls fluttering and sucking the shaft back in every time I rose. Sweat bloomed across my skin, making my curves gleam in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. My tits bounced wildly now, slapping against his fur, nipples on fire. I reached down with one hand and rubbed my swollen clit in frantic circles, the other hand pinching and twisting a nipple hard. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter, and I felt a storm building deep in my core.
“Oh, Mr. Bear… something big is coming,” I panted, grinding harder. “I’m gonna cum!”
The orgasm crashed over me like the biggest wave on the San Diego shore—intense, shattering, and unstoppable. My cunt convulsed violently around the thick cock, squirting hard in hot bursts that drenched the shaft and soaked his dark brown fur.
“Yay, big sparkles!” I cried out in my little-girl squeal, body shaking uncontrollably as I ground down desperately, riding every pulse, and moaning into his neck.
While I was panting hard, I stayed impaled for long minutes, savoring the stuffed, satisfied feeling, little aftershocks rippling through my pussy.
“You made your little Stacey feel so, so happy,” I whispered, kissing his stitched nose tenderly. “That was the best ride ever!”
I lifted off slowly. The dildo slipped free with a lewd, wet pop. Thick strings of my creamy cum stretched between us before breaking. My pussy gaped open, lips puffy and red, clit still twitching. I left Mr. Bear propped there, his cock glistening obscenely with my juices, and padded naked to the kitchen for a cold bottle of water, the cool tile shocking my bare feet and the ocean breeze from the open balcony teasing my sensitive nipples and slick thighs. The day was not over. Mr. Bear and I were going to play again before bedtime.
Mid-morning melted into afternoon, the sun climbing higher, warming the apartment. I flipped Mr. Bear onto his back, his cock pointing straight up like a challenge. This time I wanted something dirtier, and it was… my ass. I grabbed the lube, drizzling it generously over the fat head and my tight puckered hole, working a slick finger inside to loosen myself.
“Mr. Bear,” I giggled, straddling him in reverse, facing away so my ass was on full display. “Now we’re gonna play our secret back door game. You have to be super gentle at first because your wee-wee is so thick… but then you can go really deep, okay?”
I pressed down slowly, the silicone head breaching my ring with that perfect burning stretch that made my eyes water and my clit throb.
“Ohhh… Yes, Mr. Bear!” I moaned, sinking inch by inch. “You’re opening my bottom so wide!” When he was halfway down, I paused and reached forward to plunge three fingers into my dripping cunt, fucking myself while my ass adjusted. Finally, I bottomed out, balls nestled against my cheeks, his soft fur tickling my pussy lips.
I leaned forward, arching my back dramatically, ass high, and started bouncing hard, cheeks jiggling with every slam downward.
“You’re so naughty, Mr. Bear!” I squealed, voice high and breathless. “Poking my bottom while I play with my pussy!”
I felt dirty, but I loved it. The dual sensation was mind-melting. My ass was stretched to its limit around his thick cock, my pussy stuffed with my plunging fingers, and my thumb grinding my clit. My heavy tits swung like pendulums beneath me, nipples scraping the sheets, sweat dripping down my spine and cleavage. Slow, deep grinds that made me feel every vein, and then frantic pounding that made my ass ripple and clap.
“Faster, Mr. Bear! Pound my bottom!”
I screamed as my ring clenched rhythmically, my pussy squirting in hot jets onto the sheets, my body convulsing as I slammed down over and over, milking every last wave until I collapsed forward, trembling, and my ass was still impaled.
I dozed lightly beside him, afternoon sun warming my naked skin, fur imprints red on my tits and thighs. Evening crept in slowly. I showered long and slow, hot water pounding my curves, hands soaping my heavy tits, sliding between my legs to tease my still-sensitive holes until I was throbbing all over again. Dinner was completely forgotten—food could wait. My body craved only one thing: Mr. Bear’s cock!
I arranged Mr. Bear creatively on all fours, pillows propping his plush body perfectly, ass up, cock hanging down invitingly. I got on my knees behind him for raw.
“Take me hard from behind, Mr. Bear,” I begged in my little voice, gripping the base and aiming. “Be my big strong teddy and stuff your wee-wee into Stacey like a wild animal!”
I pushed back hard, engulfing the full length in one slick, greedy thrust until my ass smacked against his furry back, the plush cushioning every impact.
I fucked myself furiously, slamming back again and again, the cock ravaging my cunt, veins dragging along my walls, fat head battering my cervix.
“Yes! Pound me, Mr. Bear! Make my princess parts all sloppy and juicy!”
My heavy tits swung pendulously, slapping my belly with every thrust. I rubbed my clit with one hand while the other twisted and pulled my nipples hard. Juices splashed everywhere, my ass rippling, the room filled with wet smacks and my high-pitched whimpers.
I slowed sometimes to grind deep, circling my hips to feel him stir my insides, then sped up to frantic pounding that left me breathless.
“Don’t stop, Mr. Bear… don’t stop…”
I flipped onto my back and pulled Mr. Bear on top of me, his comforting weight pressing down like a real lover, fur enveloping me. Missionary with my twisted teddy fucktoy. I wrapped my legs high around his plush waist, heels digging into soft fur, and pulled him deeper.
“I love you so much, Mr. Bear,” I whispered sweetly, hugging him tight, kissing his stitched mouth. “You’re my best, most favorite friend in the whole wide world. You make me feel things no one else can. Now fuck me deep… really deep, and make my cunt explode with the biggest sparkles ever.”
I bucked up wildly to meet each imagined thrust, hips rolling, clit grinding hard against the base and balls. My hands roamed everywhere—stroking his fur, squeezing my own tits, rubbing my clit in desperate circles. The intimacy was perverse and perfect—fucking my comfort turned ultimate sex beast.
When the monster orgasm finally hit, it utterly destroyed me. I felt my cunt spasm violently, milking the buried dildo, and squirting in long, powerful arcs that soaked us both completely.
“Mr. Bear! Sparkles! The biggest sparkles ever!” I screamed in that innocent little-girl voice while my adult body convulsed in raw, filthy ecstasy. My back arched off the bed, my toes curled, and waves crashed through me for what felt like forever.
Night had fully fallen, city lights twinkling outside my windows like stars. Mr. Bear had absolutely ruined me all day long. My body was gloriously spent, skin marked with red fur imprints, tits tender, and pussy and ass deliciously sore and satisfied in the deepest way.
I unstrapped the dildo with shaking hands, cleaning it slowly with a wicked, satisfied smile. I hugged Mr. Bear tight one last time, pressing my naked body against his plush one.
“Thank you for the best, naughtiest, most special playdate ever, Mr. Bear,” I cooed softly, kissing his nose. “You’re my secret big-boy teddy now.”
Again, I placed him back on the shelf. His button eyes gleamed with our delicious shared mischief.
