Chapter 10: Thirty Virgins, Thirty Hours: A Mexican Excess

The orgy in our dorm became the stuff of college legend, whispered about in late-night study sessions and drunken parties. Everyone seemed to know someone who had been there or heard something outrageous about it. I considered myself lucky the rumors never made their way to my pregnant girlfriend. Susan wasn’t the type to fly into a rage or pump me outright, but knowing I’d hurt her, violated our implicit agreement of “don’t tell, don’t ask”, would’ve felt like worse than getting killed twice over.

What stayed with me wasn’t the gossip, though; it was the spoils. My stash of panties and explicit snapshots had never been so plentiful, each piece a trophy of that wild night. Over the weeks that followed, those mementos became my private treasure. The stolen glances, the tangled bodies caught in motion, the slick, shining details of those photos and videos ... they fueled countless nights alone. My screen glowed in the dark as I replayed every filthy second, hand gripped tight, reliving it all as if I were back in the thick of it.

For a while, these solo sessions kept my libido in check. I avoided any more public sexual escapades to keep my drug secret under wraps and protect my relationship with my wonderful girlfriend, Susan. She deserved that much, at least, or so I told myself every time temptation flared.

The trouble was the route home from my lab. It took me past a school where groups of sexy hotties often gathered, heading to or from gym class. They were adults, at least technically, but their fresh, untouched looks made me assume most of them were virgins. Every day, the temptation struck me with brutal force, like a predator locked onto prey: the urge to follow them into the locker room and fuck them all until their legs gave out beneath them.

It took a monumental effort to resist, and even then, the idea gnawed at me constantly. When you hold the power to make anyone desire you, the will to abstain feels like a cruel joke. The thought of deflowering a virgin added a forbidden sweetness to the temptation, an almost irresistible layer to the pull.

I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in. The fantasy of orchestrating another orgy, this time with a room full of tight, untouched cunts, became an obsession during my nightly jerking-off sessions. Still, a shadow of fear loomed over the fantasy: the scandal that would inevitably follow if all those innocent girls ended up pregnant at the same time.

Sure, they were eighteen or nineteen, but that still made them technically teenagers, and teenage pregnancies were so rare in the UK that it would spark immediate controversy. People would talk, and someone might eventually point to me. It wasn’t illegal, these girls were well over the age of consent in the UK, which was only sixteen, but I had no interest in being the focus of public scrutiny. More than that, I wasn’t eager to explain an orgy with virgin schoolgirls to my girlfriend Susan, adult or not.

A better approach, I decided, would be to visit a school in a faraway place where no one could ever trace anything back to me. Ideally, somewhere in a country where cultural norms kept girls virginal until it was acceptable for an adult like me to indulge. Latin America came to mind: steeped in Catholic traditions, many chicas likely abstained from sex until well into adulthood. Finding untouched virgins wouldn’t be a challenge.

With that thought, I settled on Mexico. In Mexico, many women were tiny by British standards: petite and delicate, likely a result of their less generous diets. Many were small-breasted late bloomers, a stark contrast to my usual preference for curvy, big-breasted women like my girlfriend Susan with her massive, jiggling melons, or the trophy wives I had bent over in the bathrooms of fancy restaurants.

Fucking those tiny, late-blooming chicas would be an entirely new experience, something I was deeply curious about. How would it feel to lay on top of a slut who barely reached my chin even if she stood on her toes? To grip hips so slender and an ass so petite they fit neatly into my palms? To fondle breasts so small they were little more than perky mounts for their sensitive nipples? It was an enticing contrast to the luscious, full-figured babes I had indulged in so far.

With Paula’s stash of cash, I booked a flight to Mexico - first class, of course. Flying first class had its perks, starting with the real bed and ending with the stunning brunette flight attendant who caught my eye. Unlike the petite Mexican chicas I was heading to see, her tits were massive, barely contained by the snug blouse that offered a perfect view of her deep, inviting cleavage.

What a stroke of luck! It was almost as if the airline had decided to supply me with some in-flight entertainment for the long, dull journey. I waited until she finished serving everyone their meals before using a little tx34 to lure her in for a quick, fiery fuck. That was my initiation into the mile-high club, my first taste of in-flight sex. I drifted off afterward, only to wake up to the sensation of her lips wrapped tightly around my cock as we made our final approach to the airport. The best part? This time, I hadn’t used any tx34! She started the blow job all on her own, as if the drug had unlocked some hidden, slutty side of her.

Flying first class really did have its perks.

In Mexico City, I strolled through an affluent neighborhood and soon spotted a school that seemed just right. I found a gym, let myself into the girls’ locker room, and immediately began inspecting the place. There weren’t any actual lockers, just rows of clothes hanging neatly on hooks, which I carefully examined for anything that might confirm their ages. Each girl seemed to have a school ID, displaying her name, picture, and date of birth. I scrutinized every one of them, and each confirmed they were above legal age. Reassured, I snapped quick pictures of theses IDs for my private database of fuckpartners, savoring the thought of matching faces to bodies soon.

With that task done, I planted my hidden cameras around the room, focusing on the communal showers and benches where the action would likely unfold. Then, I slipped into one of the small lockable stalls, locked the door, and positioned myself by a discreet crack that gave me a perfect view of the room without anyone being able to see me.

Before long, the sound of footsteps and high-pitched chatter filled the space as a group of tiny, barely legal chicas returned from their gym class. Their slender figures and delicate features made them look younger than they were, their voices bright and youthful as they joked and gossiped. Within moments, they began stripping down, and the locker room transformed into a mesmerizing scene of naked, glistening bodies. Some headed to the showers, their laughter echoing in the tiled space, while others lingered, stretching. Their soft, girlish voices filled the room as they laughed and chatted, blissfully unaware of my lecherous gaze.

Many were those late bloomers with no real tits, just very puffy nipples perched on firm, raised mounds that gave them a distinctive, youthful appeal. Others were a bit further along, with more developed boobs. One of them even sported large, full C-cup tits that seemed almost comically oversized for her petite, almost fragile frame, as if they would topple her over any moment.

Once again, I marveled at nature’s twisted design, how it shapes young women like her into walking sex dolls. Breasts usually develop first, making them full and enticing, long before hips and waists catch up. Legs grow in length before gaining any real width, resulting in youthful proportions with big tits, endless slender legs, and tight little asses with cheeks that could fit perfectly in one hand. It all created the illusion of bodies made purely for sex, ripe and fertile, yet innocent and fresh.

The sight was mesmerizing. I had to remind myself to breathe as my eyes devoured every inch of them. My cock throbbed against my pants, and I couldn’t resist stroking it lightly through the fabric while I watched. My heart pounded with anticipation as I reached for the crucial device I’d brought along: a nebulizer.

I turned it on and held my breath. A stream of tx34-laced fog began to pour out, seamlessly blending with the steam rising from the showers. The invisible cloud spread throughout the room, mingling with the mist and settling over their glistening, naked bodies. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited for the transformation to take hold.

The effect was immediate and stunning. One by one, the chicas grew visibly aroused, late-bloomers and tit-heavy alike. They lingered under the water, “cleaning” their tits and slits with exaggerated care, their hands gliding over their tiny, trembling bodies in a slow, deliberate tease. It wasn’t long before all restraint crumbled, and they began openly pleasuring themselves. Fingers dipped between their skinny legs, stroking their swollen clits in full view of one another, their inhibitions completely dissolved as tx34 coursed through their systems, setting their nerves in their horny-web ablaze.

The room filled with moans and gasps as every single one of them lost herself in the haze of desire, rubbing and stroking with wild abandon. I had already stripped while watching this erotic scene unfold, my cock standing rock hard as I prepared to take the next step: stepping out of the stall naked.

I hesitated for a moment, nerves firing at the thought of what would happen if they screamed. The image of being dragged away and locked up in some grimy Mexican jail for public indecency flashed through my mind, sending a cold shiver down my spine. My heart raced with the risk, but my lust easily overpowered any caution. I reminded myself that tx34 wasn’t just an aphrodisiac for women, it also lowered inhibitions for men, and apparently, I wasn’t immune.

I swung the door open and stepped out, fully exposed. They turned toward me with wide eyes and gasps, but there were...

... no screams.

Instead, there were lustful stares fixed on my thick, veined cock, mingled with the wide-eyed curiosity of virgins. Relief flooded through me as I realized I wouldn’t be spending the night in a filthy cell; instead, their fascination made it clear I was about to experience something far more rewarding. It was probably the first time they had ever seen an erect penis, their awe and curiosity written all over their innocent faces. Having females admire one’s cock never fails to give an ego boost, I thought with a satisfied smile.

I stepped toward them, towering over the group, easily one or even two heads taller than these petite beauties. Their delicate, thin legs (some no thicker than my arm) only emphasized their small, youthful frames. Not one of them backed away. Instead, a few even moved closer, their hands trembling slightly as they tentatively reached for my cock. Their small hands wrapping around my thick rod felt absolutely delicious.

No inhibitions at all, I noted, even though I was close to twice their age and clearly foreign. My pale British body stood out starkly from the smaller, stockier builds of Mexican men, my towering height making me seem almost intimidating in comparison. My thick, veined cock, frighteningly large to their inexperienced eyes, only added to the contrast. Thanks to the wonderful effect of tx34 in lowering inhibitions and cranking up arousal levels, none of that seemed to matter. They were eager, their minds singularly focused on getting sperm to inseminate those waiting eggs in their ovaries.

Driven by pure lust, I reached out for every girl who came close, my hands immediately exploring their delicious tits. For the first time, I had the chance to sample breasts in all shapes and sizes, and I marveled at their youthful firmness. The conical, stiff mounds under their puffy nipples were surprisingly hard and sensitive, sending shivers through their petite bodies and drawing loud gasps every time I touched them. The girl with her soft, well-developed C-cups offered a delightful contrast, reminding me how soft and pliable tits become when fully grown on mature women.

Being in the center of ten sex-crazed, horny chicas was pure madness. They competed for my attention, each desperate for a touch or a grab of my thick shaft with their tiny hands. They begged for my fingers to caress their youthful bodies, squealing with delight when I brushed against their innocent pussies.

The sheer intensity of the scene was just as mind-blowing as I had fantasized. It wasn’t just an orgy like that dorm-party. It was a reverse-gang bang, where, unlike the typical gangbang with one woman taking on multiple men, the man is the center of attention, surrounded by eager, lust-driven women. A reverse-gang bang was something straight out of a male fantasy, the kind of thing you’d expect to see in porn, not real life. And yet, here I was, living the fantasy.

Barely able to contain myself, I led the writhing crowd to a nearby bench and lay on my back, my cock jutting upward proudly, its intimidating size emphasized by the contrast of their delicate, petite hands. Some of them couldn’t even fully wrap their fingers around it, their wide-eyed fascination unmistakable. I kept one girl on each hand, my fingers plunging in and out of their impossibly tight, virgin holes, while another four girls eagerly stroked and admired my dick. Four more hovered around my head, their bare pussies tantalizingly close to my face.

One of them, the most developed of the group, took charge. She slid a backpack under my head, for which I was surprisingly grateful, then swung her leg over the bench to stand over me. Lowering her dripping pussy to my mouth, she wordlessly demanded my tongue on her clit. Her confidence hinted at some experience, and soon she was grinding herself against my face. Her gorgeous C-cup tits bobbed wildly, their movement hypnotizing as her hips pressed down harder with every flick of my tongue. It didn’t take long before her body shook uncontrollably, loud moans escaping her lips as an orgasm tore through her. The two girls beside her, who had been massaging her bouncing breasts, had to hold her steady as she lost control, her body writhing in bliss.

At the same time, the two girls on each of my hands were climbing toward their peaks, their high-pitched cries growing louder with every thrust of my fingers. Around me, others rubbed their tiny breasts, their puffy nipples stiff and sensitive as they moaned softly. Within moments of the first girl reaching her climax, the two at my hands exploded into their own earth-shattering orgasms, their tight pussies clenching around my fingers as they cried out in ecstasy.

The three collapsed, trembling and spent, and were gently led by the others to some plastic chairs to recover. I wasted no time using my now free hands to explore the girls still surrounding me, focusing on their small, firm asses and perky little tits. Soon three new girls took their places on my mouth and hands. About five minutes later, all three erupted in orgasm and were replaced by another set of three girls.

This time, I felt something different.

All I could see was the pussy hovering over my face, perhaps a glimpse of the tits of the girl above me, but nothing more. My cock had been relentlessly rubbed by several small hands, their soft fingers teasing and stroking me with unending attention. Occasionally, I felt delicate little kisses on its head, even a gentle, hesitant sucking that made me shiver. But now, all of that stopped.

Then, suddenly, the head of my cock felt wet ... not from a kiss, but something else entirely. I realized it was pressing against the folds of a very small, impossibly tight vagina. It seemed inconceivable that it would ever fit, but the owner of that delicate pussy was determined. She lowered herself onto me, putting all her weight down and pushing with all her might. Millimeter by millimeter, my cock stretched her entrance, the resistance immense. Then I heard a faint, high-pitched squeak as something gave way, and I felt my shaft engulfed in a hot, wet, and mind-blowingly tight grip.

She began to move, slowly at first, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Each slight movement sent jolts of pleasure through me as her impossibly snug walls clenched around my cock. Gradually, she gained confidence, moving faster, bouncing up and down, her little moans growing louder with every thrust. Her pussy milked me with an intensity that was almost unbearable.

At the same time, the two girls on my hands climbed toward their peaks, their tight pussies gripping my fingers as they cried out in pleasure. The girl above my face moaned loudly, grinding her clit against my tongue, her juices dripping down as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Pleasuring four girls at once, their combined sounds of ecstasy filling the room, was overwhelming. I’d never done anything like it before, and the sheer erotic power of the moment left me in awe.

Within minutes, all four girls erupted into powerful, shuddering climaxes. Their screams and panting filled the room as their bodies convulsed and then collapsed, trembling and spent, just like the previous six.

I was grateful for their quick climaxes, as the overwhelming sensation on my cock was so intense that another minute would have made me lose all self-control.

Now that all ten girls had reached their first orgasms, I stood up and surveyed the scene. Most of them lay in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, their small, sweat-slicked bodies sprawled out on the benches and floor, gazing contentedly at the ceiling. Their chests rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, leaving me momentarily in awe of the sight before me.

My gaze lingered on the petite chica who had ridden my stiff pole. By far the smallest babe I had ever fucked, she was barely four feet tall, her hips so tiny I marveled at how my thick shaft had even fit inside her. I imagined my spear must have stretched her insides to the point it felt as though it reached beyond her belly button. A thin trickle of blood ran down her leg from her broken cherry, but she didn’t seem to notice. Instead, a proud smile lit up her face, this slut basking in the thrill of her first-ever fuck without a trace of guilt or fear. That might come later, I thought, but for now, tx34 had stripped away any restraints, leaving nothing but unbridled pleasure.

I didn’t want to miss the chance to pop more cherries and taste more of those tender, tight pussies. I positioned two girls on their knees on the bench, their tiny, pert asses facing me. Stretching their arms upward, I placed their hands against the wall, leaving their small, youthful tits free to admire.

I spread their legs wide, exposing their untouched, glistening slits, each one a tantalizing promise waiting to be exploited. The other girls eagerly mirrored the pose, kneeling along the bench, their small, firm asses raised high and trembling with anticipation. They formed a perfect lineup, a row of ten inviting pussies, each more enticing than the last. Their overcharged, tx34-induced arousal made them impossibly eager, their bodies squirming and writhing uncontrollably as if begging to be taken, to mate, to be knocked up.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as their overwhelming horniness reminded me of baboons in heat, the kind of apes whose swollen, brightly red rumps during their fertile days draw in every male in the horde, leaving them filled with competing sperm. The comparison was absurd, given there wasn’t anything swollen or red about their tiny asses, yet fitting in a way. Their mating instincts had overtaken everything, leaving them desperate for relief. If humans had evolved to mark fertility with something so blatant as a swollen ass, they would have done it, I suppose. Instead, we were left with more subtle signals: glistening pussies, moans of need, and the wiggling of their hips, each an unspoken invitation to breed.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull a female in heat has on any male, I moved down the row, my tongue trailing over each slit in turn, savoring the sweet, untouched flavor of their virginal innocence and admiring the variety of shapes the female vulva can take. Most of them had delicate, small pussy lips and wide thigh gaps, but some displayed more developed, swollen vulvas, their thick folds forming a delicious frame around the entrance to their tight, untouched tunnels, as if they were pouty mouths waiting to be kissed.

Their dangling tits, mostly cute and small, swayed with every shudder and gasp, their trembling thighs betraying how much they craved my touch. Each girl moaned softly, pressing against me, their frenzied arousal driving them wild. It was an almost mind-blowing display of raw fertility: ten petite, youthful virgins lined up, asses stretched out, pussies on full display, begging to be fucked.

No longer able to control the urge to bury my shaft into something tight and untouched, I turned my attention to the first girl on the left, one of the smallest in the group. Her inviting pussy was framed by her petite hips and skinny legs, legs so slender they barely seemed thicker than my arm. Her youthful frame, combined with the pristine triangle of her cunt, made my cock twitch with need. Precum glistened on its swollen, dark-pink head, eager to penetrate her innocence.

Positioning myself behind her tiny, firm ass, my massive shaft, pulsating with arousal, was irresistibly drawn to her virgin entrance. Its masculine roughness stood in stark contrast to her feminine softness. I pressed forward, my cock stretching her delicate, untried folds as it met unyielding resistance. Each push applied more force, the tension mounting until, with a sudden burst, her hymen gave way. A small cry of surprise escaped her lips, but it quickly dissolved into breathy, desperate moans as I drove deeper, her pussy clenching around me with incredible tightness.

The thrill of taking her cherry sent a surge of primal satisfaction through me, knowing I was the first, claiming her innocence. Opening up a virgin added an intoxicating edge to the experience, beyond the sheer joy of her tightness. It heightened the sense of male dominance inherent in penetration, transforming the act into something even more primal and commanding. Thankfully, the numbing effects of tx34 dulled the pain of her deflowering, leaving her to experience it more as a sharp pinch followed by the intoxicating pleasure of being filled for the first time. Grabbing her narrow hips with one hand, I guided her movements, her petite ass instinctively pushing back against me as we fell into a steady rhythm.

My other hand reached for her friend on the right, sliding my fingers into her impossibly tight, slick hole. My middle finger probed the delicate barrier of her virginity, pressing gently against the unbroken cherry, while the rest of my fingers worked her outer lips, teasing and rubbing the sensitive nub of her clit. Her little body trembled with every stroke, her breath coming in heavy, needy gasps as her tiny tits swayed in time with her shuddering movements, desperate for the release she craved.

It didn’t take long before the first girl’s cries grew louder, her body trembling violently as an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched hard around my shaft, the rhythmic contractions gripping me so tightly I had to withdraw quickly, desperate to keep control before her spasms pushed me over the edge. The sudden emptiness made her squeal with frustrated need, her hips bucking involuntarily as her vagina continued its wave of contractions, milking at nothing, as if pleading to be filled again.