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 Basterbation

   by knight_b_4@hotmail.com

   Story Codes: m+ f inc (sort of) mast voy

   Author's Note: This story involves sexual activity between minors.  If
it is illegal to read about such things in your jurisdiction, or if you're
not into that kind of story, please delete this file immediately.  This
story is entirely a work of fiction; none of the events described herein
have actually taken place (at least to the author's knowledge).  The author
does not recommend or condone sex with minor children.

   This story may be posted with no deletions or other changes to a
noncommercial web site or the free section of a commercial website.  This
story is copyright by the author 2012 and all rights are reserved.

   Jason McWilliams and his two best friends, Shane Cooper and Eric Kim,
were in their clubhouse/fort in the McWilliams backyard, as the three
13-year-olds often were.  Door locked, shutters closed and fastened, the
only light came from a single uncovered curly light bulb in the ceiling. 
They stood directly under the light, gathered around a stool on which sat
an old peanut butter jar, top open.  Each boy had his hand on the next
boy's dick, each furiously stroking the hard boy cocks pointed at the jar.

   Jason's right hand stroked Eric's uncut 3-incher (although Eric insisted
it was "3-and-a-quarter- you don't measure right").  Eric's cockhead, short
and barely as big as a nickel, winked in and out of view as Jason slid the
foreskin back and forth.  The thin white shaft was barely long enough for
Jason to get his hand around and have any room left for movement, but Eric
never complained.  Small grape-sized balls bounced in their wrinkled sack
in time to Jason's strokes.

   Eric's right hand stroked Shane's 4-1/2" trouser snake, by far the
largest and the oddest of the three boys, and really one of the oddest
looking cocks any of them had ever seen.  (And between their porn mags and
the gym shower at school, they'd seen a lot of cocks.) No foreskin hid the
purplish, elongated head, which was oddly shaped and freakishly long- it
took up at least 1/3 of his entire cock length.  The area immediately
around the pisshole stuck out almost half an inch in a tapered fleshy
straw, looking almost like a foreskin even though Eric was circumcised. 
From the straw, his head flared out sharply to the same width as the rest
of his cock, a bit smaller than a quarter.  The head flowed smoothly back
toward the shaft, getting no wider until just before it reached the ridge,
where it flared out at least half an inch from the rest of his cock.  It
looked oddly like a mutant bell, with the shaft an extended clapper.  A
long and low-hanging scrotum bulged oddly on one side- Shane's left nut was
the size of a small hen's egg, while his right nut wasn't much bigger than
Eric's grapes.

   Even Shane agreed he had a weird cock and balls.

   Shane's right hand masturbated Jason, the only one of the three with a
cock normal for a boy their age.  Just under 4 inches, about as big around
as a hot dog, with average size balls in an average size sack, his dark
brown circumcised penis was really the only normal one in the bunch.  Light
from the bulb seemed to glint on the sweaty sheen, little sparkles of light
dotting his dick.

   Unknown to the three friends, who were breathing hard with scrunched
faces as their orgasms neared, they were not unseen as they pleasured each
other.  An old, worn American flag hung from the ceiling over the door, one
of several flags, maps, pictures and other decorations the boys had put up
over the last 6 years.  There was a small tear on the dark field between
two stars, a long ago rip that none of the boys even noticed anymore.

   Behind the rip was a black webcam, its bright green "on" LED carefully
hidden with black electrical tape.  A USB cable, thoroughly blackened by
the deaths of three Sharpie markers, ran up the backside of the flag to the
rafter closest to the door, across it to one wall, down behind the drywall
through the same hole that admitted the network cable from the house, out
through a cutout in the wall and into a port on the back of the clubhouse
computer.  A hidden shareware program, freely available on the net, sent
the images from the camera across the network to a computer belonging to
Jason's 12-year-old sister, Miranda.

   Miranda sat in front of her computer, bedroom door closed and locked,
her jeans and white cotton panties (boring panties, she called them) laying
on the floor.  This was by no means the first time she'd spied on her
brother and his friends (singly, in pairs or all together); she enjoyed
watching them masturbate almost as much as they enjoyed doing it.  Miranda
never tired of the sight of hard boy cocks (even Shane's weird one), nor
lost her fascination at seeing them squirt thick gobs of sticky boy cum
into the jar.  (Or, rarely, into each other's mouths or onto each other's
cocks.) Legs widely spread, her left hand rubbed and squeezed her clit
while two fingers of her right hand dipped in and out of her fuckhole. 
Warm slick girl juice poured out of her almost hairless cunt and soaked
into the towel spread on her desk chair.  (She knew how leaky she got, and
hated having to wipe the chair down afterward.)

   Small, cone-shaped tits which barely rose off her chest were covered by
a lilac halter top.  Two hard nipples topping tiny crinkled aureola push at
the top, not very far but noticeably.

   Out in the clubhouse, Eric's butt cheeks tightened as he pushed his cock
forward, his ball sack rising and lifting his nuts.  As his breathing
quickened and he started pumping his hips against Jason's stroking hand,
Eric grabbed the plastic peanut butter jar and tilted it toward his cock.
With a groan (unheard by Miranda, who hadn't yet figured out a good place
to hide a microphone), Eric shot three small squirts of boy cum into the
jar, where it joined the gooey mass of dozens of previous ejaculations. 
Miranda's clit throbbed and her cunt hole squeezed her fingers, the way
they always did when she watched a cock squirt its load- even the small
load Eric always delivered.

   Jason squeezed and shook Eric's little weiner, a small amount more
oozing out to fall in the jar.  As soon as it did, he dropped Eric's cock
and took the jar, aiming it at his own cock.  Four hard jets shot out,
splashing and roiling the contents, followed by two more lighter ones and,
as Shane did the squeeze and shake thing, another sizable dollop.  Jason
shot probably twice as much as Eric, maybe more.  Miranda's clit and pussy
pulsed again, harder than when Eric came.  Even though Jason was her
brother, she'd often considered letting his cock be the first one in her
still-virgin preteen pussy.  Eric's was too small, and Shane's was big
enough that it would probably be uncomfortable, if not downright painful,
in her tight little twat.

   Besides, although she couldn't really explain why, she just thought it
would be appropriate if the first cock to invade her little black pussy
should also be black, and there weren't that many African-American boys
near her age in this small Midwestern town.

   Jason held the jar out to Shane, who was obviously getting close.  Shane
dipped his middle finger in the jar, coating it with a mix of cold and warm
cum.  While Eric continued stroking his dick, Shane reached behind, pulled
his skinny ass cheeks apart and stuck his cum-covered finger up his
asshole. This triggered both his own orgasm and Miranda's.  Shane's cock
throbbed, bouncing as it spit its first long, hard jet of cum- as much cum
in one shot as Eric squirted in all three.  Miranda's cit throbbed as her
cunt grabbed and tried to crush her fingers.  A second jet of cum exploded
into the jar; a hard spritz of pussy lube squirted out of her cunt and
landed on the towel.  Another shot of cum, and another, and another flooded
out of Shane's cock and Miranda's pussy, until both kids finally sagged
back, exhausted and drained.

   A shudder shook Shane as Eric squeezed out one final glob of white boy
cum.  Miranda shuddered as she gently withdrew her fingers from her pussy,
wiping them on the towel.  Jason picked up the lid and screwed it back on
the jar.  He held it up and all three boys (and one girl) examined it,
noting that it was almost three-quarters full.  Miranda had no idea what
the boys planned to do with it when it was full, but there was more than
enough in it for what she had in mind, and the boys would never notice any
was missing.  Everything else was finally ready, so tonight would be the
night.

   As the boys started getting dressed (flicking and grabbing at each
other's dicks as they did, horsing around as boys do), Miranda saved the
video to her hard drive, set the webcam software to "monitor" instead of
"record" and started an encryption program to scramble the video- the FBI
might find incriminating evidence on her hard drive, but her parents never
would.  She checked and noted that she had almost enough video of her
brother and his friends to burn a DVD; it could join the half-dozen others
hidden in a box at the bottom of her closet, filled with sex videos and
pictures she'd downloaded from the web.

   After wiping her soaked gash, Miranda pulled her panties and pants back
on.  They boys were sitting around talking (probably about some stupid boy
stuff), showing no signs of leaving; the next step in her plan would
obviously have to wait.  She started a file-sharing program and set it to
search for "black boy sex." From past experience, she knew that would pull
up a lot of gay porn, but that didn't bother her- she liked looking at
cocks, and if one happened to be in another guy's mouth, so what?  And two
hard cocks, rubbing together, were porno gold.

   The search listed several with interesting titles and descriptions, as
well as a bunch she'd looked at before.  She selected several and started
them downloading, then checked on the clubhouse- the boys were still there.
With a shrug, she iconed everything incriminating (leaving her browser
open, showing the Disney Channel's Hannah Montana site) and left her room
in search of food.

   Out in the hall, she encountered her mother and an empty laundry basket.
Miranda and the basket went back into her room and emerged a few minutes
later half-filled with dirty laundry.  She carried it to the basement and
dropped it at her mother's feet.

   Back upstairs in the kitchen, Miranda stood for a while at the open
refrigerator, trying to decide what sounded good.  After a great deal of
indecision and escaping of cooled air, she finally settled on strawberry
yogurt and carried it back up to her room.

   The first batch of downloads was done, and Miranda selected several more
before reviewing them.  Most weren't worth keeping, and she deleted them.
There was a rather hot video of two boys about her age, naked and humping
their dicks together; she kept that one.  Adult cocks were OK, but Miranda
had a special fondness for cocks on boys close to her own age.

   The second batch of downloads included a few pictures of girls her own
age, mostly white girls sucking or stroking black boy cocks.  (Why do black
guys like white girls so much, Miranda thought a tad resentfully.) Miranda
like comparing herself to other girls her own age, especially her pussy. 
She'd decided she was advanced for her age, her cunt more developed than
most.  Fuller lips, a slightly bigger fuckhole, more inner lips- her pussy
more closely resembled a grown woman's, even if you did have to look
really, really close to find any faint traces of fuzz; she was basically as
bald as the girls in the pictures, even if her cunt was more developed.

   One of the videos turned out to be interesting.  The description said it
was two 10-year-olds fucking, but Miranda figured they were probably 12,
and the boy might even be 13 or 14- 10-year-olds normally didn't have cocks
that big or that much hair.  He had a thick cock, about the same length as
Shane's but fatter and with a normal-sized (and normally shaped) head.  The
girl had nice lips, just a trace of hair at the top of her slit, and
cupcake size tits that jiggled as the boy slid his cock in and out of her
wet pussy.  She was obviously inexperienced (or maybe drunk or drugged),
just laying there while he pounded away; even virgin Miranda knew you were
supposed to hump back.

   When the boy pulled out his cock, glistening with the girl's juices, and
squirted several small jets of cum onto her abdomen and pussy, Miranda felt
a twinge in her own young girl pussy.  That "urge to merge," to feel a hard
cock in her most intimate place, kept getting stronger and stronger, and
Miranda wondered how much longer she'd be able to resist falling on her
back and spreading her legs from some boy.  Maybe her current scheme would
delay it a while longer.

   And speaking of which- she opened up the webcam program to see what the
boys were doing.

   Shane and Eric were gone.  Her brother reclined in an old battered
armchair, footrest raised, pants off, porn mag in one hand, hard black boy
cock in the other.  Miranda quickly turned on "record" and wished (not for
the first time) the webcam had a zoom feature.  It was hard to tell, but
she thought her brother just might looking at a gay porn mag.  She hoped
so; if they ever discovered she'd been spying on them, a picture of her
brother beating off to gay porn (as well as the few pictures she had of
them sucking each other's dicks) should give her enough leverage to stay
out of trouble.

   Unfortunately, Jason had apparently been at it for a while.  Miranda had
just enough time to pull down her pants and rub her clit a couple of times
before Jason grabbed the jar and started squirting cum in it.  The magazine
fell on the floor; Miranda could see a full-page photo showing two guys
sucking each other's cocks.  She grinned and vowed to make a still pic of
this, her brother cumming over two guys; leverage indeed.

   Jason collapsed back in the chair, shakily setting the jar on a small
table while he caught his breath.  Miranda was disappointed at not getting
to watch longer, but she saved the video and opened her movie viewer. 
Seeing Jason cum had gotten her horny, and she wanted to watch something
while she masturbated.  None of the videos of her brother and his friends
interested her at the moment; she'd seen enough of the boys today. 
Instead, she selected one of her favorites, a threesome between a young
Asian girl and two high school boys, one black and one white.

   The video opened with a closeup of the boys' cocks, hard and pointing at
each other.  The white boy, on the left, had a thick uncircumcised
6-incher, a large purple vein meandering down the shaft.  A small blop of
precum glistened at the tip of the head, which was just peeking out of the
foreskin.  The black boy, on the right, had a circumcised 7-incher, a
little thinner than the white boy's.  The head was bigger and flared out
more, and was also leaking precum.

   The Asian girl knelt between them, her brown eyes focused on the leaking
cockheads.  She was probably Indian, with really dark skin, and looked
about 11.  She looked happy and pleased to have two big cocks bobbing in
front of her; the girl was either a good actress, or she really did like
cocks.

   Taking one shaft in each hand, she pulled the boys a little closer
together, so she could rub the two heads on each other and mix their
leaking precum; the black cock twitched when they made contact, and both
oozed out another dab of precum.  Eyes shining, the girl brought first one
cock and then the other to her mouth, for a quick swirling flick of her
tongue which picked up the sticky white boy goo.  Then did it again, first
black then white, this time opening her mouth and giving each cock a quick
suck.

   The camera pulled back a little as she started stroking the white cock
and deep-throating the black one.  You could see their balls now, balls
Miranda had always admired.  They were big and plump, the sacks hanging
large and low; Miranda wondered how they could walk, and knew they'd never
wear tight pants without pain.  The white balls swayed as the Indian girl
jacked the white boy's cock; the black balls just hung there (although they
seemed to be slowly rising) as she sucked and licked the black boy.  When
she switched cocks in her mouth, white balls swung to a slow stop and black
balls started bouncing in time with her jacking hand.

   Miranda's hand was busy between her legs as she watched, fantasizing
about being the girl.  She wondered what it would be like to have a cock in
her hand, or between her lips, the flared head filling her mouth or sliding
down her throat.  She'd tried it, of course, with hot dogs and carrots, but
it was likely much different with the real thing.  And even the hot dog,
smaller than either of the two cocks onscreen, proved to be too much to
swallow; she choked before it got even a little way down her throat.  She
wondered if she'd be able to figure out how to do it when she had a real
one to play with, or if she'd have to find someone to teach her to swallow
cock properly.  Maybe she could ask her friend, Ben; he was gay, he
probably knew all about it.  (It never occurred to her that 11-year-old gay
boys don't get a lot of opportunities; Ben had never deep-throated a cock
in his life, and had had one in his mouth only once.)

   As the action onscreen approached a climax (two of them, actually),
Miranda's fingers plunged faster and faster into her slick, leaky cunt. 
She wanted to time her own orgasm to the ones onscreen, but didn't quite
make it.  As the girl rapidly stroked the two cocks aimed at her open
mouth, Miranda's clit throbbed and she let out a suppressed yelp as her
pussy clamped down on her invading fingers.  Seconds later, first the black
cock and then the white one erupted, spitting strands of cum on the young
girl's face and mouth.  Shot after shot of thick white jism splashed her as
pulse after pulse swept through Miranda's clamping cunt.

   The two boys wiped their flagging cocks in the girl's hair, then leaned
in to kiss her; the video ended.  Miranda's intense cum lasted a little
longer before it too ended.  Exhausted, she sagged in her seat, her hand
falling away from her young crotch.  Little quivers still ran through her,
pussy juice oozing out of her bald cunt and running down between her ass
cheeks, until it dripped onto the towel.  Idly, she ran one finger up her
slit, and had a small aftershock orgasm when it reached her jutting clit.

   Sated, at least for a while, Miranda wiped her hand and pussy, a shudder
running through her when the terrycloth swiped over her gash.  She stood, a
little shaky, and bent down to pull up her pants and panties; when her head
came close to the seat and towel, Miranda got a strong whiff of overheated
pussy.  She grinned as she fastened and zipped, then went over and opened a
window; better air her room out a bit.  She draped the towel over the
window sill; it needed to be refreshed by the spring breeze as well.

   Sitting at her computer again, she closed the movie viewer, cleared her
document history, and brought up the webcam viewer.  The clubhouse was
semi-dark, lit only by dim sunlight leaking in around the edges of the
shuttered window.  A quick thrill ran through her; she'd have to make sure
Jason was busy, then she could sneak out and take the next step in her
plan. Closing everything down, and restarting the computer to clear
everything out, she scooted over to her closet, reached into the pocket of
her winter coat and pulled out a thin, empty glass jar about as long as her
middle finger.  Slipping it into her pocket, she unlocked her door and went
downstairs, hunting for her brother.

   Jason wasn't anywhere in the house.  Annoyed, Miranda stepped out into
the garage and discovered his bike was missing.  The coast was clear; she
hurried out through the side door and into the back yard.  Moving casually
in case a parent looked out a window (so casually it was obvious at a
glance that she was up to something), she strolled over to the clubhouse
and knocked on the door.  (Just in case, and just as cover.) There was of
course no answer, so she opened the door and went in.

   She flicked on the light and hurried over to the corner near the
dilapidated armchair.  Moving the baseball gloves, football helmets, old
blanket and other detritus concealing the boys' "secret" hiding place,
Miranda uncovered the peanut butter jar of cum and her brother's stash of
porn magazines.  (And some girl's panties.  Those were new; Miranda had
never seen them before, and she wondered whose they were and how they'd
come to be there.  They looked smaller than the ones she wore, and she
wondered if her pervert brother was doing things with one of the young
neighborhood girls.)

   Dropping the panties, Miranda picked up the jar and was amused to see
that someone had used a Sharpie to relabel it "penis butter".  After a
quick look over her shoulder (not that she could see through the closed
door), she pulled the tiny jar out of her pocket and opened it, then
unscrewed the lid from the bigger jar.  Carefully, she filled the smaller
jar almost full, without spilling any.

   Miranda set the larger jar down, screwed the top back on the small one
and slipped it back into her pocket.  She started to put the cover back on
the penis butter, then stopped.  After another quick (and pointless) glance
over her shoulder, she dipped one finger into the oozy white mass,
collecting a generous blob of cum on the tip.  Raising her finger to her
face, she examined it closely, feeling her nipples harden and her pussy
tingle as she got her first close look at man cream (even if it was
actually boy cream).  It looked a lot like hand lotion, and felt sort of
like a thick sticky lotion when she rubbed it between her fingers.  It
didn't have much odor when she sniffed it, and she tentatively touched it
with her tongue tip.  That really didn't tell her much, so she stuck the
finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

   "Ugh!" she said, making a face.  How could anyone like the taste of cum?
Maybe it was better when it was warm, and fresh from a cock.  But cold cum
was nasty, she decided.

   She closed the jar and put it back, resisted the temptation to look
through some of the magazines, then arranged the cover clutter as close to
what it had been as she could remember.  A quick peek out the door showed
no one was around, so she slipped out and headed back to her room, looking
as if she were competing in the 30-Meter Nonchalant Walk event.

   Fortunately, she didn't run into anyone; she was sure the combined
guilt, embarrassment and thrill at what she was doing would've rendered her
incoherent, and immediately elicited a parental inquisition.

   The jar of cum went back into her winter coat.  The rest of her plan
would have to wait until everyone else was asleep.

   The day dragged on interminably slow.  Nothing seemed to make time pass,
or to distract her from thoughts of what she was going to do.  She texted
friends for a while (until her father reminded her they weren't on an
unlimited plan), went upstairs and wrote several emails, downloaded some
more porn from the file sharing network and Usenet (refusing to massage the
itch that developed in her cunt), surfed semi-randomly for a while
(clicking on random links to see where they'd take her).  After Jason
returned, she even challenged him to a game of Monopoly; he declined.

   After dinner, with the countdown to bedtime, the hours dragged by even
slower.

   Finally, with little more than an hour to go before her bedtime, Miranda
went to her room, retrieved the jar and slid it into her pocket.  Back
downstairs, she felt a naughty thrill rush through her at the idea of
sitting in the living room with her parents and brother, a jar of cum in
her pocket, some of which was her brother's.  Glancing over at her handsome
father, she wished briefly that some of his cum was mixed in there, too. 
But, she had no idea how she could ever manage that.  (Maybe look through
her parents bedroom wastebasket, hoping to find a used condom?  She'd have
to try that.)

   Twenty minutes before her normal bedtime, her nipples achingly hard and
her panties soaked in anticipation, she bid everyone good night and went to
the bathroom.  She pulled the jar out of her pocket; it seemed fairly warm,
but she wanted to make sure it was warmed all the way through.  Since she
couldn't risk getting caught microwaving it, she settled for dropping her
pants, pulling her panties aside and slipping it into her sopping pussy. 
(It was a small jar- she'd had bigger carrots up there, but it still gave
her a shuddery thrill as it slid inside.)

   Her panties kept it from pushing out as she brushed her teeth and washed
her face.  (And squeezing it with her cunt muscles while doing so.) One
finger held it in place when she pulled her panties down and scrubbed her
crotch, cleaning and stimulating it at the same time.  Miranda pulled her
pants back up and went to her room.

   Tingling in anticipation, stretched and stimulated by the tiny glass
invader, Miranda stripped off everything but her panties and pulled on an
old pajama top (in case a parent came in to say good night).  She carried
her desk chair over to her closet, climbed up and reached to the back
corner of the shelf, pushing aside winter hats and gloves until she found a
small cardboard box.  After a quick glance at the door (no more transparent
than the clubhouse door), she picked up the box and opened it, reached
under the neatly folded sweatshirts and heavy sweaters and pulled out the
object of her search.

   Moving quickly, heart beating fast in fear of being caught when she was
so close to her goal, she shoved the box back in place, jumped down and
jammed the object under her pillow.  She moved the chair back to her desk,
switched off the light and slipped between the sheets, excited, aroused and
leaking in anticipation.

   Waiting for her parents to go to bed was endless.  Laying on her side,
she alternated between feeling the thing under the pillow and rubbing her
horny hairless hole or fingering the bottle inside her oozing cunt.  By the
time her parents' footsteps passed her door, her panties were soaked, the
sheet was wet, her clit was throbbing, and she was breathing hard.  They
barely had time to get to their room before Miranda ripped off her panties
and turned on the bedside lamp.  Trembling, she pulled her experiment from
under the pillow.

   Miranda's mother had not yet noticed that her turkey baster was missing,
or hadn't mentioned it to Miranda if she had.  What set it apart from the
average baster, and meant it could never be returned to the kitchen drawer,
was the tip.  Where the plastic baster tapered down to a small nozzle,
Miranda had used clay stolen from her art class to make an impressively
realistic penis head, right down to a flared ridge.  The head was a mottled
grey, the shaft white plastic, and the "pisshole" a perfectly round nozzle
tip, so it didn't look too real, but it would probably feel just about
right.

   The clay had hardened, but she was worried that her juices might soften
it up again- and that her clenching pussy might crumble it.  Cleaning clay
out of her cunt didn't sound like much fun, and she could hardly ask anyone
to help her.  So just in case, she'd slid a condom (purloined from her
parents) over it, unrolling it all the way and used duct tape around the
end to hold it in place.  She'd snipped off the reservoir tip, since the
whole point of this was to feel cum shooting into her orgasming cunt.

   Miranda pulled the squeeze bulb off the baster and, with trembling
fingers, unscrewed the top of the jar.  One finger covered the nozzle to
prevent leaks as she carefully poured the cum into the baster, impatient
when the last bit oozed out so slowly.  She put the squeeze bulb back on,
then carefully removed her finger from the tip- nothing leaked.  The mixed
cum of the three boys stayed in the bottom of the baster.

   She grinned.  Everything was ready.  It was time.

   Miranda positioned her pillow under her trim little butt, raising her
crotch off the bed for a better angle.  Holding her homemade cock so the
cum would stay pooled in the end, she lowered it slowly until it touched
her wet slit.  An involuntary shiver ran through her at the contact.  She
was about to lose her virginity (sort of), having her pussy filled with cum
without the slightest chance of getting pregnant, and there wasn't a boy
involved who might brag to his friends afterward and ruin her reputation.

   She ran the clay cockhead up and down a few times, slicking the condom
as it spread her juvenile lips.  Running it to the top, she felt her clit
pushing against the open nozzle.  Curious (and aroused), she reached down
and managed to squish her clit and slip it into the nozzle opening; the
warmed cum and the tight squeeze both felt good.  She suppressed a giggle
at the thought that she was fucking the cock, rather than the cock fucking
her.

   It felt really nice to have her clit in the nozzle, but she wanted the
makeshift cock up her cunt, where it belonged.  Her clit tingled with a
jolt of pleasure when it popped out of the baster, and her hips jumped. 
She started breathing heavier as she slid the cock up and down her gash a
few more times, then positioned it at her fuckhole.  She pushed gently, not
enough to penetrate but just enough to spread herself slightly open, the
clay tip stretching her just enough to send small tingles racing through
her groin.

   Easing off then pushing back, she gently fucked herself just a little,
enjoying the good feelings that radiated from her pussy, and just a little
afraid to go that last step.  As the erotic waves swept through her, she
started pushing a little harder, spreading her fuckhole ever wider until,
with a sudden pop, the cockhead pierced her cunt.  A gasp escaped her as
the clay and plastic invader pushed against her pussy walls, held her cunt
hole open and filled.

   It wasn't the first thing inside her, not by a long shot, nor was it the
largest, although it was close.  But it was the first time anything this
close to a real cock had ever been there.  Miranda clamped down on it, her
pussy shaping itself to the clay head, her hole squeezing the shaft.  It
felt good, so much nicer than the fingers, candles, carrots and other odds
and ends that had found themselves shoved into her warm, wet cunt.

   The baster slid in another inch, and Miranda again held it in place and
clamped down on it.  She twisted it up, down and sideways, reveling in the
feeling of it rubbing around her pussy walls.  Intense pre-orgasmic
feelings flowed out of her hot twat, rushing out to rocket off the top of
her head and the soles of her feet, and she moaned with desire.  Releasing
her vaginal chokehold, she slid the elongated plastic dildo in another
inch, then another, then as far as it would go, until she felt it bump into
her cervix.

   She shivered at the contact, her pussy full and stretched wonderfully.
She wiggled it around some more, rubbing her cervix, stretching her
muscles, stimulating her hole.  Sighing at how fantastic it felt, she began
moving it in and out, slowly and shallowly.  To her surprise, Miranda
suddenly felt herself cumming, a sharp, hard pulse of eroticism that swept
through her, stiffening her back and hips, pushing her head back hard into
the mattress.

   The orgasm was so sudden and unexpected, her clenching cunt almost
expelled the homemade cock; she caught it when only the head and a small
bit of shaft remained inside.  As her spasms continued, she pushed it back
in until it once again bottomed out on her cervix, and the orgasm
intensified.  Gasping and twitching, fighting not to make too much noise,
she shuddered through an intense cum, one of the best she'd ever had.

   As it subsided, Miranda sagged back on the bed, sweat-soaked hair
clinging to her forehead, her pubic hair wet and matted, her legs falling
to the sides, her pussy still full of pseudo-dick.  Her breath came in
quick gasps, which slowed to panting, then deep breaths and eventually back
to normal.  She could feel her nipples were still hard, her aureola still
crinkled, her fuck hole still clenched hard around the baster.

   She lay there a while, amazed at the feeling she'd just experienced,
savoring the little quivers and twitches which still swept through her from
time to time.  If this was what a fake did for her, how much better would a
real cock be?  A warm, hard, living cock controlled by a warm, hard, living
boy, fucking her tight girl cunt while she hunched herself back at him,
driving his stiffness deep inside her yearning pussy.

   The thought of really fucking stirred her pussy, and she started moving
her pseudo-cock in and out, slowly.  Her pussy walls slid apart as the
cockhead pushed them aside, flowing over the flared ridge to slip back down
to grasp the shaft.  When she reached her cervix, about an inch of the
shaft and the squeeze bulb were all that was left outside her small body.
The plastic dick reversed direction, sliding along wet, engorged nerve
endings until only the head was still inside.

   She increased the speed, pushing until the head bumped her cervix, then
pulling back out until only the head was left inside.  One hand played with
her clit, squeezing and tugging and pushing her higher up her orgasmic
curve.  As waves of pleasure again flooded her body, her legs started
straightening and stiffening, and her small round hips started pumping up
to meet the welcome invader of her burning, slippery cunt.  Faster and
faster the fake cock plunged, faster and faster her small hips pumped,
closer and closer her orgasm approached, as her pussy clung harder and
harder to the plunging cock.

   With a rush, she leaped over the edge and started cumming.  Her cunt
convulsing, legs twitching and shaking, an unnoticed keening noise escaping
her throat, she squeezed the bulb on the baster and, for the first time,
felt cum blasting into her eager young cunt.

   It felt wonderful.

   The warm cum splashing inside her, coating her cervix and smearing her
walls, doubled her orgasm, tripled it, and she cried out involuntarily. 
Biting her lip to keep from doing it again and alerting her parents, she
shook and quaked, her pussy clenching and grabbing, until she groaned and
went limp.  Aftershocks rocked through her for a long time, as she savored
the best cum of her young life.

   In her parents' room just down the hall, her father emptied his balls
into her mother's squeezing cunt.  The adults were fucking in a chair drawn
up in front of their computer, the screen showing their spreadeagled young
daughter with the makeshift dick still buried in her pussy.

   After a minute or two of recovery, her mother raised her head and kissed
her father on the lips.

   "So how does it feel, knowing your cum filled your wife and daughter, at
almost the same time?" she asked.

   "Pretty hot," he said.  "Thanks for keeping her busy so I could jack off
into that jar of hers.  You sure she's fertile?"

   "Well, she's in the middle of her cycle, so she ought to be.  Think any
of your cum survived that long, outside those big nuts of yours?"

   "Should have, according to what I found on the web.  Even as we speak,
her daddy's little wrigglers are probably fighting over our daughter's egg,
getting our little virgin pregnant with her daddy's baby."
   He grinned.  "Wonder if it'll be able to walk on water?"