the wonderland in the basement: teenage cum dumpsters

My buddy shows me what he built for himself over the last couple of years, and invites me to play with his tiny fresh toys

Mike has been my buddy since college. We met in the dorms, and now at 38 we live a couple blocks apart. We work at the same company, our wives do a wine and book club night every week together, and our kids go to the same daycare. So when Mike invited me over last night to tour his new "man cave" basement, I didn't suspect a thing. A couple of beers, maybe a pay-per-view fight.

The night started out like any other, when the man cave stuff was crammed into the den. I was confused to see the fight on the TV in there, and even more surprised to see that instead of beers there was a bottle of Jameson cracked on the coffee table. Next to it was a plate with 2 healthy lines of cocaine.

I eyed Mike warily, but excited. It was as if he'd prepared all our favorite things we used to enjoy as frat brothers. Except, of course, the thing that was way more illegal than the hard substance enticing me over Mike's shoulder.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, gesturing to the goodies.

Mike's expression was comparable to a balloon about to pop. I'd never seen him like this before, even on blow.

"Take your shot, do your line, and let's go, brother," Mike instructed rather than answering my question with a sturdy pat to my back.

Unsure of what better route to take, and already jonesing to do the shot and the line anyway, I simply obliged. The combination had my eyes rolling back, my throat and sinuses burning in different ways simultaneously. I shook my head, and let out a "WOO!"

Mike slammed his shot and line in almost a single, invisible motion, and practically started jogging to the basement door off the kitchen behind me. I spun on my heels and matched his pace, full of adrenaline and dopamine.

The soft glow of pink shining up from the bottom of the stairs was immediately off-putting. Pink...Mike...man cave? What the hell? But everything was coming at me so fast, by time I finished the thought about the color of the basement, Mike was already down and around the corner. I shuffled down the stairs two at a time after him.

Upon turning the corner, all my speed left my body, freezing me as a statue to soak in the scene before me. Oh, sweet bountiful Jesus. Heaven is real.

Across the floor was a sea of pastel colored blankets, cushions, pillows and mattresses. A large TV on the wall was playing My Little Pony. In the corner stood a crib and a rocking chair. I recognized both from Mike's nursery for his daughter. They'd upgraded her to a toddler bed last year, I figured they sold the baby stuff. But it had use here.

A teen girl was sitting in the chair, feeding a baby, which seemed an almost-impossible task with those A cups. Was it her child? I didn't have time to investigate before moving on to the other activities in front of me.

Mike was already sitting on one of the mattresses, making him the third person occupying it.

Another two teenagers with cornsilk hair and flat chests were snuggling in the middle of the mattress, without a thread of clothing. They had to be identical twins, except one glaring difference. The twin on the left had a belly so round it looked wrong on her little frame. I felt my cock twitch, and my mind flashed to my wife. I thought of her age, and my own. It was sick to be aroused by a girl barely out of school, who shouldn't be pregnant for another 5 years at least. What was she doing down here. Is that Mike's baby inside her? My eyes darted back to the young mother in the corner. Is *that* Mike's baby latched onto *her*?

I couldn't process a single fucking thought. It was impossible, as Mike had begun grasping the non pregnant twin's buttcheek. The whole thing fit in his hand, and he stared straight at me with the most devious glint in his eyes.

"I got bored of having all of them to myself," he shrugged. "Honestly, I hate the sound of crying. I figure I need to slow down anyway, let you have a turn with Olivia here. It'll be fun to see how much our babies look alike, with Olivia and Ellie being twins and all. You can use your in-law unit as a nursery, right? I'll help you soundproof it. You'll have to be discreet since your wife obviously didn't carry it."

I could feel intense heat in my head, chest, crotch, extending through every nerve. My cock was already pushing in protest against my zipper, but surely I was hallucinating.

"Mike...what are you saying?"

"I'm saying -- here, sweetheart," Mike interrupted his own explanation to begin guiding Ellie's hand from her sister's cheek down to her sweet little privates. "Rub her a little-" Mike grunted as he pried Olivia's scrawny legs apart. Once they were spread, she stopped resisting. "Second thought, get your head down there."

Mike leaned back on the mattress and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his own middle aged penis to begin stroking it shamelessly. Unconsciously, watching him gave me the greenlight to undo my own pants. I hesitated with my hands over my boxers, and gripped myself over top. Ellie's head was now between her sister's legs, and she was lightly kissing the mirror image of her own little vagina with her lips pressed tightly together.

Mike reached his thumb down between the one twin's face lips and the other's pussy lips. Ellie paused obediently as Mike took his thumb, sternly parting Ellie's lips, then her sister's.

"Tongue out."

Ellie obliged. Mike then used the same hand to push Ellie's head, gently colliding her mouth with Olivia's pussy, soft and pink like the little dungeon they were doomed to grow babies in.

"That's right," Mike praised her, his hand still on her head to feel the adorable bobbing motion. Ellie finally quit being shy. "Poke your tongue in and out, prepare her well. Olivia," he shifted his attention from his own pregnant teen cum dumpster and addressed the pure drop of innocence in front of him. My dick ached some more as he spoke.

"Olivia, this is my friend. You can call him Daddy. He's going to make you a Mommy like your sister."

I had fallen to my knees without even noticing. I suppose my subconscious knew it was a better angle to watch this angel faced girl lapping up a small slit. Olivia's hairless mound began to shine with a mixture of her own juices and her sister's drool, swirling across her little clit. I watched as my princess moaned, an orgasm beginning to rock through her body.

Yes, I already knew in my heart that this girl was my most precious belonging, my beautiful fragile toy. There was no chance in hell, by this point, that I could resist pumping my kids inside her. I imagined her when I was done, and how I would tie her legs up so my sperm can dominate the tiny egg deep in her little body.

I imagined a time lapse, how in seven months I'd come down here to see my own blonde cutie bouncing on a mattress with a bloated abdomen. The pleasure of looking at my pregnant wife and knowing she had my child sleeping in her womb would be nothing compared to this. I imagined leaving this tiny girl every evening after our sessions, motionless after being ravaged, my jizz splattered across her baby bump, and filling up her little puss even though they can't even create more babies yet. She'd always be spilling over with her daddy's milk, even when she's a mommy she'll never have a day off.

At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder. the young mommy from the rocking chair had approached without sound. I turned my head, my eyes still lingering on Ellie warming up her twin's virgin hole for me.

I felt a tiny nipple smash into my lips, and that's when my attention went completely to the young mother. She laid her hand on my head, and I fell helplessly into her little booby, sucking all that sweet nectar meant for her daughter. I realized I would need a breather before I could calm down and thoroughly enjoy breaking in my brand new cocksleeve. After all, she'd only be tight and firm for a very short time. He'd better enjoy every minute.

To be continued...