Chapter 21: Ellie’s Sister Emma and Her Mother Elizabeth

After that flight back to London, each of my three dozen “working girls” had been handed an average of twenty loaded condoms in her duty-free bag. Elli had been the undisputed favorite cum-dump, managing to get thirty-five of her sixty (or sixty-one, counting me) sex partners to unload inside her instead of the two other sluts at her side, 50% above the average, an impressive lead.

Her success was hardly surprising, given her exceptionally large tits perched high on her young, petite frame. She was built to drain cocks dry. Her face was pure, innocent perfection, like a living Barbie doll, but her body told a different story, endlessly long, slender, almost skinny legs, a waist so tiny it could disappear in a man’s grip, and a bubble butt that was firm enough to bounce a coin off. She had that cock-teasing, jailbait look without actually being off-limits, the perfect in-between stage where she wasn’t a girl anymore but not quite a full-grown woman either, her body screaming fertility, begging to be bred.

Elli was one of those working girls whose hymen had still been intact before I personally broke her in, preparing her for the competition. Even with thirty-five other tight, eager sluts surrounding her, not to mention the gorgeous Arab stewardesses with their dark skin, nothing compared to the raw pleasure of splitting this virgin open. That tight little hole clamping around me, the resistance giving way as I forced myself in, my hands on those massive tits, was unforgettable. It took every ounce of willpower not to keep her all to myself instead of tossing her into the gangbang unfolding across the twelve first-class cabins.

This nineteen-year-old bombshell had been traveling with her handsome father, a man of about forty who had been one of the twenty-five guys helping out in the business-class cabin. He had been in high demand among the female passengers, easily filling more than his fair share of two times four eager pussies during the flight. There was no way to verify the exact number, but judging by his stamina, I’d estimate he shot his load at least ten to twelve times over those twelve hours, potentially knocking up just as many women and fathering up to twenty-four babies if every one of them carried twins.

I had seen them both slump back into their seats, their bodies still buzzing from the high of non-stop pleasure and glowing with post-sex euphoria. Even with their well-toned figures, there was no way they wouldn’t be feeling the aftermath of that marathon fuckfest for days. Elli had endured nearly a hundred toe-curling orgasms in eleven hours, while her father had shot his load at least ten to twelve times, leaving him just as drained. Neither had a clue what the other had been doing in the different sections of the plane, each too flustered and lost in their own lingering heat to even suspect.

What would her father think if he found out his top-heavy little princess had spread her legs for sixty random passengers, taking cock after cock without hesitation? And how would Elli react if she realized her dear old dad had spent the entire flight pumping nearly fifty women full of cum, betraying her mother with zero hesitation, likely leaving up to twelve of them pregnant with twins, meaning she now had up to twenty-four new half-siblings in the making?

I had crossed the arrival hall to the spot where Angela and our chauffeur usually greeted me, ready to drive me home to my wonderful wife, Susan. Angela would brief me on the assignments for the next week as we rode, keeping everything in order. But this time, just before I reached them, I saw them again, Elli and her father, being welcomed by a woman who could only be Elli’s mother.

She was a breathtaking thirty-six-year-old goddess, every bit as sexy as her bombshell daughter, but with the kind of full, mature curves that came with experience. Next to her stood a younger version of Elli, presumably her little sister, a barely-legal tease radiating the same overwhelming fertility. Huge, gravity-defying tits on a tight little frame, a perfect baby-doll face framed by long, golden-blond locks that fell in soft, natural curls, giving her an angelic, almost too-perfect look.

Considering Elli had been fucked by sixty-one different men, some of them older than she and her father combined, and her father had spent the entire flight stretching cunt after cunt, letting several dozens of female passengers grind themselves on his stiff rod, everything from fresh young sluts his daughter’s age to experienced women nearly twenty years older than his wife. And then, he had been dumping his seed into ten to twelve of them, knocking them up and fathering a staggering number of offspring he would never even meet.

Despite all this debauchery, they both seemed shockingly content. Tired, sure. Drained. But glowing with that unmistakable satisfaction that only came after hours of non-stop fucking, with no visible guilt or shame. Their messy, sweat-slicked hair, the ultimate just-fucked giveaway, was probably mistaken by their waiting family as nothing more than the usual results of a tiring long-haul flight.

I felt my cock stiffen instantly at the thought of Elli’s bare pussy under that skirt, still stretched and used, her panties, signed and soaked, tucked away in my carry-on as my filthy trophy. My cum was still inside her, thick and sticky, filling her womb while thousands of my sperm swam relentlessly up her fallopian tubes, fighting to claim her fertile eggs. The rest of my seed had leaked out, slow and warm, trickling down her endlessly long, teen legs, leaving glistening streaks against her flawless skin.

Right now, deep inside her, my sperm was meeting her egg. Probably, at this very moment, one had broken through, successfully ejecting its genetic content inside, triggering the cascade of biological events that would ensure she wouldn’t return home from this trip the same. Soon, delicious new life would be growing in her, her body doing exactly what it was meant to do: getting bred.

My cock twitched again as my eyes locked onto her younger sister. She had the same innocent, baby-doll face, the same petite, fertility-dripping frame with an impossible rack defying logic. If she was anything like Elli, she was probably still a virgin, untouched, waiting for the right moment. The thought sent a jolt of hunger through me, making my mind race back to the sheer ecstasy of splitting Elli open, breaking her in, and later pumping my seed deep inside her on that plane.

Angela spotted me then. She was standing elegantly beside our limousine, perfectly composed as always, but her sharp eyes missed nothing. She followed my gaze straight to Elli’s family, then back to me, one brow arching knowingly. She could already tell: Elli and I had a past. And judging by my expression, she probably knew exactly what I was thinking.

Without missing a beat, I leaned toward her, lowering my voice just enough to make it intimate. “Think you can distract the family for a while?” I murmured, tilting my head toward Elli’s fresh, untouched little sister. “I’d like a moment alone with her.”

Angela, always razor-sharp, didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, she devised a flawless plan to fulfill my request. She gestured discreetly to our chauffeur, who immediately straightened his uniform and strode confidently toward Elli’s family, adopting the authoritative air of an official.

“Excuse me,” he said smoothly, flashing a practiced smile. “Routine passport check. Could you please present your documents?”

Uniforms had a way of making people compliant. Without hesitation, they all reached for their passports, handing them over without suspicion. Angela, playing her role perfectly as the assistant, skimmed through them with a serious expression before suddenly frowning.

“I’m afraid there’s a small discrepancy,” she announced, voice laced with just the right amount of concern to sound convincing. “We’ll need to verify these in the office.”

Protests erupted instantly. The mother, Elizabeth, immediately furrowed her brows, her strikingly beautiful face darkening in confusion. Emma, the barely-legal younger sister, clutched her bag nervously, shifting uneasily. Even James, still looking drained from his in-flight activities, straightened up, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features.

Angela remained unfazed. She held firm, keeping her tone professional and unwavering. “I assure you, it’s just a minor formality,” she said smoothly, expertly quelling their resistance. “But to expedite things, I’ll need Emma to come with me. There seems to be a small issue with her identification.”

Emma froze, wide blue eyes darting between her mother and sister, uncertainty flickering across her doll-like features. Elizabeth opened her mouth to argue, but before she could speak, the chauffeur swiftly intervened, gesturing toward a nearby kiosk.

“Please, allow us to offer you complimentary coffee while we sort this out,” he said, ever the picture of professional courtesy. “It won’t take long.”

The suggestion, paired with Angela’s composed insistence, was enough to pacify them. Reluctantly, Elizabeth allowed herself to be ushered away, James following, still looking perplexed but too exhausted to fight it.

Angela, now leading Emma away with smooth efficiency, pressed a finger to her earpiece, feeding me real-time details.

“Emma,” she whispered, confirming the name of the barely-legal prize now walking beside her. “Freshly legal, just turned eighteen two weeks ago. Elizabeth, their knockout of a mother, thirty-six. And James, their lucky bastard of a father, forty.”

Then, with a smirk in her voice, she added, “Lucky you! Emma’s as fresh as they come.”

I barely suppressed a grin. This was going to be interesting.

I waited just around the corner, watching as Angela smoothly guided Emma in my direction. The barely-legal blonde followed, still slightly puzzled by the abrupt detour but not particularly concerned. Her youthful, delicate features were a perfect blend of innocence and curiosity, her wide blue eyes scanning her surroundings as if trying to piece together why she’d been separated from her family.

The moment she stepped within reach, I brushed a small dose of tx34 against Emma’s skin. She blinked, her brows knitting together as confusion flickered across her face. She barely had time to react before I grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, my body pressing into hers, trapping her.

She stiffened, her breath hitching, confused by this sudden attack from a complete stranger more than twice her age. I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth as she let out a muffled whimper, her hands pressing weakly against my chest as if to push me away, but instead, they lingered, her fingers trembling before curling into my shirt. A moan rose from her throat as she gave in, her body softening, melting into me. Her initial resistance faltered, her body shivering as warmth flooded her veins, her hesitation crumbling under the overwhelming heat taking hold of her.

She must have been completely perplexed as to why she felt compelled to kiss back, why her body suddenly arched in sexual relief. Why did this strange old man make her feel hornier than she had ever felt before? Why didn’t she feel any inhibitions about making out in a public place?

Her hips twitched, uncertain at first, but then she found her rhythm, grinding against me in a slow, desperate roll. Her arms looped behind my neck, pulling me in closer, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Then, with a teasing smirk, she lifted one leg, wrapping it around my waist, locking me in place.

A few passersby raised an eyebrow at this unusual and inappropriate display of affection, but kept walking, rushing to get home.

It wasn’t long before her body was convulsing from an intense orgasm. Her legs shook and trembled for several minutes, her entire frame shuddering violently. My mouth remained tightly over hers, muffling her cries, smothering her attempts to pull away for air, keeping her from screaming as wave after wave wracked her body.

If anyone had been watching closely, there would be no doubt about what had just happened. The way her body stiffened, then collapsed into boneless submission, made it glaringly obvious, a stunning orgasm had just hit her like a freight train. It wouldn’t take much imagination to understand what they had just witnessed: a young, busty girl being utterly unraveled in the middle of a public space, pressed against the wall, quivering and spent.

I could almost hear their silent outrage, their judgmental gasps disguised behind scowls. “Have these young people no shame? These young bitches are an absolute disgrace!” They’d mutter it under their breath, pretend to be disgusted, yet they’d keep sneaking glances, unable to look away.

But of course, I didn’t just want to leave it at a clothed hump. For what I wanted, we needed a bit more privacy.

With her body still trembling against mine, I took her hand and led her through the bustling corridor, weaving through the travelers too preoccupied with their own lives to pay much attention.

A few steps away, I spotted the sign for a handicapped bathroom, a spacious, single-occupant facility. I pushed open the heavy door and, to my satisfaction, found it empty. Fortunately, it was equipped with a small bed in the corner, probably intended for administering first aid to collapsed passengers.

I pulled her inside, locking the door behind us. The moment the latch clicked, she leaned back against the wall, her breaths uneven, shallow. Her pupils were still wide, flickering between uncertainty and something deeper, her body flushed from the lingering waves of pleasure she still didn’t fully understand. She swallowed hard, as if trying to make sense of what had just happened, her hands gripping the hem of her blouse like she needed something solid to hold onto.

I guided her to the bed and laid her down, my hands trailing along her sides as I slipped off her shoes. My fingers found the waistband of her skirt, and as I began to tug it down, she hesitated, then lifted her hips to help, letting it slide effortlessly down her legs. Her panties followed, leaving her bare beneath me, her smooth skin warm under my touch.

Then, I took my time with her blouse, peeling it up and over her head, revealing the golden skin beneath. My fingers traced along the delicate straps of her bra before reaching behind her, unhooking the clasp with practiced ease.

Her huge bra was not really necessary, I observed. Her firm, youthful tits didn’t sag at all despite their enormous size, standing high and proud on her chest. The bra was only necessary to hide her large nipples from poking through the fabric of her blouse. Nipples visible through her shirt would enhance her already strikingly sexy appearance beyond anything socially acceptable.

I smirked as I slipped the lacy garment into my pocket. Oh no, she was going to walk out of here exactly as she was now: braless, her stiff nipples poking through thin fabric, making her oversized tits impossible to ignore with every little shift of her body. I could already picture the stares, men’s cocks stiffening as they walked past this walking wet dream, their eyes glued to those poking buds, trying to act casual - but failing miserably. Even women would glare, whisper behind their hands, muttering about how shameless young girls had become.

“Jesus, look at her. No bra? With tits like those?” they would hiss in disbelief. “This cheap slut’s begging to be fucked.”

I could barely wrap my head around how outrageously stunning this young, living sex doll was. Silky blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, some strands teasing the curve of her waist, others spilling down to her belly button. Her angelic face was almost unfair: huge, innocent blue eyes framed by dark lashes, a tiny, delicate nose, and pouty lips that seemed made to be sucked, kissed, and parted by a hungry tongue.

Her skin was flawless, impossibly smooth, radiating warmth with a scent that was fresh, sweet, and almost edible. And those massive, firm tits, so outrageously big they dominated her tiny frame, pushing out proudly as if her whole body was too small to carry them. They looked even bigger against her delicate build than her older sister Ellie’s famously huge melons. Emma wouldn’t be able to cover either of her tits with both of her small hands, her fingers barely spanning the curve of those pillowy globes.

In stark contrast to her phenomenal rack, the rest of her was almost delicate: slim, toned legs, smaller than my arm, petite arms I could wrap my fingers around, a slender neck that seemed almost too fragile to hold her head. Her body was so small and compact that, if it weren’t for the overwhelming evidence of womanhood straining against her chest, she could have easily been mistaken for a pre-teen. But those massive, impossibly full double D’s shattered any illusion of innocence, jutting out so obscenely on her tiny frame that they almost looked unnatural, as if nature had played a trick, giving her the body of a delicate schoolgirl but burdening her with a chest that belonged on a grown woman.

It was a testament to how female puberty worked: breasts blossoming early, before the rest of the body caught up, giving rise to this phenomenon of walking wet dreams, bodies caught in-between, already flaunting the most striking markers of womanhood while still retaining the delicate, almost deceptive proportions of youth. Girls were at the height of their sexual attractiveness in this stage, their bodies primed for desire, and Emma was the ultimate embodiment of it, even more so than her sister Elli. Her petite frame overflowing with raw female fertility, exuding an intoxicating aura of primal allure that ignited the deepest male instinct to mate and procreate.

After taking in this sweetly enticing display of innocence, I let my hands begin their exploration of her body. She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly as she felt my hands glide over her flawless skin, lingering to knead and massage her firm, heavy tits, savoring their impossible fullness before trailing lower, teasing along her soft inner thighs. Her legs, so thin and delicate, never touched near her hips, leaving more than four inches of open space between them, a perfect invitation for what lay between. My fingers moved lower, pressing against the smooth, juvenile slit between her legs.

Smooth as silk, not a single hair in sight. She must have waxed recently, leaving nothing to obstruct the view of that glistening, untouched slit, so flawlessly smooth it looked as if her pubic hair had never even begun to grow. Her tight, delicate little pussy was the very picture of teenage perfection, its soft, petite lips barely parting to reveal the glistening pink within. At the end of her pussy, slightly nestled between the soft pink folds of her innocent labia, was her clit, a delicate, swollen little knob, firm and round like a tiny pea, just waiting to be teased.

My first contact with her sweet little clit made her jump, a sharp, instinctive reaction that made me wonder just how many times it had been touched before. My cock twitched at the thought. Was she truly a virgin? Didn’t girls learn to masturbate these days? Yet here she was, trembling under my fingers, her body responding with raw, untrained innocence, as if pleasure itself was something she was only just discovering.

I kept my fingers working in slow, relentless circles around her swollen pink clit, teasing and pressing just enough to keep her on edge, drawing out every desperate whimper that spilled from her lips. Her thighs clenched, her entire body tightening beneath me as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

And then she broke. Her second orgasm tore through her, raw and unrestrained, her thin legs convulsing so violently they nearly buckled beneath her. A strangled cry ripped from her throat, her hips jerking wildly, as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation yet craving more at the same time. She twisted, writhing uncontrollably, her body arching off the stiff, plastic mattress in frantic spasms.

I had to grip her waist, pinning her down as she thrashed, her back bowing, her fingers grasping helplessly at the cold surface beneath her. If I hadn’t held her in place, she would have tumbled right off the narrow bed, lost in the sheer force of her own climax. Minutes passed, her trembling refusing to stop, the aftershocks keeping her trapped in bliss as she gasped and whimpered, her virgin body completely overtaken by pleasure it had never known before.

I didn’t give her a second to recover. The moment her trembling began to subside, I attacked again, my fingers pressing ruthlessly against her swollen, overstimulated clit. A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her entire body jerking as if electrocuted, her hands flying to grab my wrist, but I wasn’t stopping. I circled, flicked, and pressed, keeping her trapped in a relentless wave of pleasure. Her thighs quivered, her stomach clenched, and her nipples stiffened against my tongue as I sucked and kneaded those impossibly full tits, pushing her higher and higher. Her moans turned to desperate cries, her overstimulated nerves unable to handle the intensity, yet her body had no choice but to submit. Just minutes after the last one, her third orgasm struck like a violent storm, her hips bucking, her legs kicking wildly as she screamed, her voice raw and broken with pleasure. She would have thrashed right off the bed if I hadn’t held her down, forcing her through every last convulsion until she lay beneath me, panting and spent, only for me to push her further.

Before she could fully catch her breath, I slid my hand lower, my fingers trailing down the slick heat between her legs. This time, I wasn’t stopping at her clit. I pressed a single finger against her entrance, feeling the impossibly tight resistance of a virgin tunnel. The realization that sent a fresh surge of hunger through me, my cock twitching at how untouched she truly was.

I teased her, circling the sensitive ring of muscle before easing just the tip inside. She tensed, her body instinctively squeezing around the intrusion, a shudder rolling through her as she gasped in a mix of shock and pleasure. My free hand continued its merciless assault on her clit, keeping her on edge as I slowly worked my finger deeper, stretching her little hole open inch by inch. The resistance was intense, there was no doubt she was completely untouched, but with every teasing motion, her slickness grew, her body yielding to the pleasure overriding her hesitation. Then, with a firm press, I pushed deeper, and that was all it took.

Her entire body went rigid, breath catching in her throat before a helpless, primal moan tore from her lips. Her pussy clenched down impossibly tight around my finger, her fourth orgasm exploding inside her, violent and uncontrollable. She convulsed beneath me, writhing in pure, unfiltered ecstasy, her hands gripping my shoulders like she was afraid she’d float away, her legs snapping shut around my wrist as she thrashed through the aftershocks. Each squeeze of her trembling walls sent fresh waves of heat surging through me, the unbearable tightness around my finger making my cock pulse with aching need. But I held my position, dragging out every last spasm, watching as her body gave in completely, surrendering to the pleasure it had never known before.

I needed my release now. She was still shaking, her petite frame barely able to recover from what I’d done to her, but that didn’t matter. I had to have her. I straightened up, stripping off my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and rigid, standing like a pillar of dominance over her delicate, trembling form. Her wide, innocent eyes flickered downward, pupils dilating as she took in the sheer size of it compared to her tiny body. Her lips parted, breath coming in uneven gasps as she stared at the massive, pulsing length, so thick, so impossibly heavy. It looked obscene next to her.

I grabbed her by her thin, fragile ankles, spreading her legs wide. She was so light, so dainty, like a doll beneath me, her impossibly slender thighs parting effortlessly. That exaggerated thigh gap only made the contrast starker, her smooth, untouched slit exposed in all its perfection, the space between her stick-thin legs framing the tight, glistening little prize that was mine to claim. She shuddered as I kept her spread open, her arms curling over her chest in some weak attempt at shielding herself, but there was no hiding from me. Her massive tits, so unnaturally full and round for her petite size, quivered with each unsteady breath, her puffy pink nipples hard as pebbles, begging for attention.

I brought my cock down, pressing the thick, swollen head against her untouched entrance. Even with the tx34 numbing her, she let out a tiny whimper, her whole body tensing under me. My tip barely fit against the impossibly tight opening, her tiny, untested slit struggling to take even an inch. Her chest heaved, a flash of fear flickering in those wide, innocent eyes as I started to push inside, claiming what had never been touched before. The moment her cherry broke, she let out that perfect, high-pitched scream, the sweet, helpless cry of innocence lost. That sound alone sent a bolt of pure satisfaction through me, the ultimate reward for being the first to take what no one else ever had.

After tearing through her barrier, my thick shaft pushed deeper into her virgin hole, inch by inch, forcing her tight, untouched pussy to stretch around me for the very first time. I groaned at the sheer perfection of it, the raw, unspoiled grip of a cunt that had never known a cock before. Nothing in the world compares to this: the way her untouched walls squeezed down on me, soft yet impossibly snug, forced open to make room for the male organ.

Once I was fully sheathed inside her, I held myself there, buried to the base, pressing against the very end of her tunnel where my swollen tip met the tight seal of her cervix. I glanced down, drinking in the sight of her flat, pale belly visibly bulging from the sheer size of my cock stretching her insides. Her thin, delicate legs framed me on either side, trembling, her body radiating the total submission a woman gives when she spreads her legs for male penetration.

Overwhelmed with raw lust, I drove into her, setting a steady rhythm, each thrust forcing her tight little cunt to take every inch of my thick, throbbing cock. Her tiny frame jolted with every movement, her back arching off the bed as another orgasm tore through her. Her massive, perky tits bounced with each desperate gasp, her stiff, swollen nipples dragging against my chest as she writhed beneath me. The contractions in her untouched pussy were almost unbearable, her virgin walls clamping down in rhythmic, milking waves, gripping me like they were trying to drain every last drop of cum from my aching shaft.

Her young, fertile body reacted instinctively, squeezing and rubbing against my cock, that untouched slit working to coax my seed into the depths of her ripe, receptive womb. It was pure, primal biology, her cunt spasming around me, guiding me to do exactly what nature intended, to pump my thick load deep inside this barely legal beauty, to breed her like the perfect little fuck-toy she was.

I knew I wouldn’t last long, not with a body like hers wrapped around me, not with those impossibly huge tits pushing into me, jiggling with every thrust, her orgasmic screams only making my cock twitch harder inside her. The way she gasped, moaned, whimpered, her trembling, almost child-like legs wrapped tight around my waist, only sent me spiraling faster toward release.

Needing to make every second count, I grabbed her skinny hips and slammed into her, my cock bottoming out in her tiny body, stretching her to the absolute limit. T The thick, swollen tip battered against her deepest barrier, grinding against the unyielding entrance of her womb. The firm resistance sent a sharp jolt through my cock, the pressure so intense it pushed me over the edge. My balls clenched, my shaft throbbed violently, and I lost control. With one last brutal thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could in this sexy youngster, my cock pulsing violently as thick, hot ropes of cum surged straight into her womb, flooding her fertile little body with everything I had.

Once again, I was reminded that nothing feels better than the raw relief of pumping my seed into a pristine womb. The orgasmic bliss of ejaculation was intensified by the dark pride of having captured a precious virgin. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing I had beaten all other males to her first fuck, a rare, euphoric experience that comes with the brutal, masculine pride of victory. After the last thick spurt was drained from my cock, I stayed buried deep, savoring the final twitches of pleasure as my shaft pulsed inside her. Only when the last contractions faded did I finally pull out, watching my cum slowly leak from the hole I had just broken in.

Then I cleaned up at the sink, got dressed, and helped her up. Her panties and bra remained hidden in my bag while she put on the rest of her clothes. Without giving her much of a chance to recover, refresh herself, or notice the obscene display of her stiff, puffy nipples poking through the thin shirt, I took her back to the waiting family. Her legs trembled slightly with every step, her petite body still adjusting to the brutal stretching it had just endured. There was no hiding it, no way to conceal the faint unsteadiness of a girl who had just been thoroughly fucked for the first time, her virginity now nothing more than a memory.