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 given an average of twenty loaded condoms in her duty-free bag. Elli had been the most popular cum-dump, getting thirty-five of her sixty (or sixty-one, if you count me) sex partners to deposit their sperm in her rather than the other two hotties next to her.

Her success was hardly surprising, given her exceptionally large tits perched high on her young, petite frame. Elli had a beautiful innocent Barbie-doll-like face, incredibly long and slender legs, a waist so small you could wrap your hands around it, and a tight and firm bubble butt that made many cocks twitch. The classic cock-teasing look of an adolescent teen, with female fertility almost bursting from her body.

Elli was one of the few working girls whose hymen was still intact before I prepared her for the competition. Even with the thirty-five other hot “working girls” around her, not counting the beautiful Arab stewardesses with their nicely tanned skins, the sensation of breaking her open had been unforgettable. It took all my willpower to give her up for the gang-bang that was unfolding in those twelve first-class cabins.

This eighteen-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 popular with the female passengers and had filled more than his fair share of two times four pussies on the flight. I had no way of checking, but I would estimate that he ejaculated an impressive ten to twelve times during our twelve-hour flight.

I had seen them glow with post-sex euphoria as they returned to their seats. Despite their apparent fitness, both were sure to feel every muscle in their bodies ache for days to come. Ellie had experienced about a hundred orgasms in the eleven hours of flight. Both were nervous and embarrassed by their behavior, unaware of the activities the other had engaged in while they were upstairs in two different sections of the plane.

How would her father feel if he knew that his top-heavy daughter had slept with sixty random passengers of all ages? How would Elli feel if she realized that her randy father had cheated on her mother with nearly fifty random women and inseminated at least ten of them, each with twins, giving her about twenty half-siblings?

I had followed Elli upon her arrival and observed that she was greeted by her mother, a stunning thirty-six-year-old goddess, and a younger version of Ellie, presumably her sister.

Considering that Ellie had been fucked by sixty-one guys and her dad had fucked dozens of women, having emptied his balls into more than eight of them, they seemed in good spirits - tired, exhausted, but unusually happy and content. Their sweaty hair in complete disarray, which screamed the fresh-fucked look, was taken by their waiting family as just a sign of sleep during a tiring flight.

I got a boner thinking that Ellie’s pussy was bare under her skirt because her signed panties were in my carry-on. My sticky cum was still in her belly, thousands of sperm traveling up her fallopian tubes. The rest ran slowly down her long, shapely teenage legs.

Probably her fertile eggs were being inseminated at this very moment.

My cock twitched as I saw her younger, innocent-looking sister, who was probably still a virgin, bringing me back to the incredible experience of fucking Elli on the plane.

Angela had greeted me and was standing patiently next to the chauffeur of our limousine. She saw me looking at Elli’s family and raised an eyebrow, clearly guessing that Elli and I ‘had a history’. I asked her if she could somehow distract the family to give me some time with Elli’s younger sister.

Angela was as sharp as ever and immediately came up with a plan to accomplish my request. She asked our chauffeur to approach them in his uniform to “check their passports” with Angela as his assistant.

The trick worked. Uniforms always impress people. They dutifully produced their passports.

Angela pretended there was a small problem and took all their passports, including those of the waiting mother and daughter, for “checking” - against their loud protests. Angala didn’t give in and asked the younger daughter to come with her, pretending there was something wrong with her ID.

The rest of the family was offered free coffee at the arrival kiosk to calm them down. She gave me their names through her earpiece: Emma (the younger sister), Elizabeth (the mother, thirty-six), and her husband James (forty).

I waited around the corner and gave Emma a dose of tx34 as soon as she walked by. She was confused for a few seconds at the touch of a stranger - before the excitement set in. I kissed her hard on the mouth and pinned her against the wall. She struggled for a moment, still confused by this sudden attack from a complete stranger more than twice her age, before her instincts overrode her good judgment.

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?

Despite this confusion, she began grinding her pussy against me, her arms locked behind my neck. Eventually she lifted one leg and wrapped it around my back, pulling me closer. 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. My mouth remained tightly over hers, against her attempts to pull away to get some air, to keep her from screaming.

If anyone was watching, it was obvious what had happened as her body shook and then went limp. It wouldn’t take much imagination to understand the reason for this observation: a stunning orgasm. The onlookers would be wondering how such a beautiful, busty teenager could be making out in an airport corridor with a man who could be her father to the point of orgasm. I could almost hear them thinking, “Have these young people no shame? These young bitches are an absolute disgrace!”

After she calmed down, I put an arm around her limp body and walked to a nearby handicapped bathroom. Fortunately, there was a small bed in the spacious room, probably intended for administering first aid to collapsed passengers. I laid her on the bed and took off her shoes, skirt and panties. She didn’t resist and even helped me by lifting her bottom. Then I took off her blouse and bra.

Her huge bra was not really necessary, I observed. Her firm youthful tits didn’t sag at all despite their enormous size. 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 decided to make this obscene fantasy a reality and hid her bra in my pocket. She would give a whole new meaning to the term “cock-tease” when I was done with her.

I could not believe how strikingly beautiful this young living sex doll was. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, some of it down to her belly button. Emma’s angelic face featured large blue eyes, a tiny thin nose, and pouting lips that seemed to magnetically attract my own.

Her flawless skin smelled warm, fresh, and sweet. She could pass for a cute pre-teen girl, given her petite body, if it weren’t for the two prominent melons on her chest. They looked even bigger on her tiny frame than her older sister Ellie’s huge melons. Emma wouldn’t be able to cover either of her tits with both of her tiny hands.

In contrast to her phenomenal rack, everything else was tiny: legs, arms, neck. If it weren’t for the obvious evidence of womanhood in the form of those gigantic double D’s, you’d think she was just out of grade school.

Wasn’t it lucky that human evolution had programmed female development to grow breasts before anything else? Soon after fertility set in, girls were at the height of their sexual attractiveness, with fully developed breasts on a childlike body with legs as thin as my arm. Like her sister, Emma’s body seemed to overflow with female fertility, exuding an intoxicating aura of primal allure that ignited the carnal male instinct to mate and procreate.

After taking in this display of innocent, sweet sexuality, I began to explore her body with my hands. She closed her eyes as she felt my hands glide over her flawless skin, spending a lot of time massaging her firm breasts before landing on her tiny little clit.

Her tiny pussy was on full display between the more than four inches of space between her slender legs. It was smooth as silk. She must have waxed it recently because it looked like her pubic hair had not yet started to grow. At the end of her young pussy, slightly hidden between the pink folds of her innocent labia, was her clit in the form of a delicious pink knob the size of a peach.

My first contact with her sweet little clit made her jump, making me wonder how many times it had been touched. My cock twitched as this observation increased the chances that she was a virgin. Didn’t girls learn to masturbate these days?

I rubbed in circles around her little pink knob, bringing her to her second orgasm, which made her thin legs tremble for minutes. Her body twisted and buckled so violently that I had to hold her down or she would have fallen off the small bed.

Without giving her much time to regain her senses, I repeated this treatment as soon as she had calmed down, while at the same time sucking and kneading her wonderful tits.

Predictably, a third earth-shattering orgasm came just minutes later. The fourth orgasm was brought on by my finger in her tiny pussy hole. It was obvious from my difficulty in getting into her hole that she was indeed a virgin.

I needed my release now, so I quickly undressed while she recovered. Once naked, I climbed between her legs and gazed at the petite body beneath me. She didn’t resist my advances. Her big, innocent eyes looked at me with admiration and widened even more when my penis touched her virgin opening.

I slowly pushed forward until her cherry was gone. The drug numbed her pain, but the moment her hymen ruptured, she still gave that delightful, sweet, high-pitched scream that marks a virgin’s transition to womanhood. This sound gives the tremendous satisfaction that comes with claiming priority on this girl’s vagina.

My penis slid into her virgin hole in slow motion. I savored the incomparable sensation of a virgin pussy being penetrated for the very first time. Nothing compares to the tightness and softness experienced when the virgin walls are stretched for the first time to make room for the male organ.

After my penis was fully impaled, I held it there for a few minutes, pressing against her cervical opening at the end of her tunnel. I looked down at where our bodies met and noticed the prominent bulge my penis made in her belly. The two thin, almost childlike legs protruding from the sides of my own body radiated a sense of the total submission a woman makes when she opens her legs to male penetration.

Overwhelmed with lust and desire, I began thrusting in and out, bringing her to two more orgasms. Her back arched as she came, pushing her large, perky breasts even higher. The contractions in her tight vagina were almost painfully strong, massaging my penis in rhythmic waves. Her young body activated the primal instincts of mating, squeezing and rubbing against my stiff rod to induce the release of fertile sperm into a receptive female organ, ready to fulfill its reason for existence: reproduction.

I knew I couldn’t last long inside this fertile teenage virgin. Her massive breasts stuck out at me in all their glory, the stiff nipples pressing into my chest. Her orgasmic screams of joy didn’t help to calm me down either, giving me a strong urge to fill her virgin hole with my hot seed, triggering my carnal instincts to release the potent contents of my balls into this sexy youngster.

To make the most of our encounter, I picked up the pace and hammered into her. The tip of my cock bottomed out in her tiny body, pressing directly against her cervical opening, dilating it until the tip pushed a little inside. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I finished by thrusting deep inside her one last time, spraying my hot cum directly into her uterus.

Once again, I was reminded that nothing feels better than the relief of shooting into a pristine womb. The orgasmic bliss that comes with ejaculation is enhanced by the dark pride of having captured a precious, rare virgin - beating all other male competitors to her treasure. After the last drop was released, I waited a long time for the last spasms in my penis to subside before pulling out.

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 nipples poking through the thin shirt, I took her back to the waiting family.