Chapter 22: From Sharing Emma to Carol's Revenge-Breeding

It didn’t even take an hour, let alone a year, because Emma crossed my path before I made it to my car, her mouth hanging open the second she saw me. Just like her big sister, she froze with that mix of awe, arousal, and pure shock flooding her face when she realized the much older man who’d torn her open at the airport was standing right in front of her.

The barely legal slut looked like pure candy in that tight little school uniform. Just like her sister, her breasts seemed to be bursting from within, stretching her skin to the breaking point, a clear sign that the fetus growing in her belly was preparing her for breast-feeding.

Her blouse was no better, buttons strained to the limit, open almost halfway down her stomach, putting that luscious cleavage on full display like a walking invitation.

Her body was built like a walking contradiction, top-heavy with those absurdly full tits, her upper half swelling with maternal curves while her hips and legs stayed narrow and girlish, skinny thighs parting into a perfect gap as if daring men to enter her cunt. Her ass was almost non-existent, just a small, perky handful that felt like it belonged to a girl years younger, barely anything to grab but still tight enough to make my palms itch.

She didn’t get a single word out before I grabbed her chin and dragged her into a kiss, my tongue shoving between her soft lips before she could even pretend to play innocent. Wet, sloppy, full of heat, it was the kind of kiss that made her knees buckle and her breath catch, like her body already remembered exactly what I could do to her.

My balls were still sore from fucking her mom that morning, but even that didn’t stop my cock from giving a hungry twitch the second my body recognized hers like a predator scenting prey. Emma’s massive tits crushed into my chest, her tiny waist practically disappearing under my hands, and her perky little ass, so firm, so small it barely filled my palm, was almost too good to be true. Walking wet dream didn’t even begin to describe her allure.

It wasn’t just me who noticed either. A few passersby slowed their pace, eyes narrowing at the sight of this barely legal schoolgirl grinding herself shamelessly against a man old enough to be her father. Some of them recognized her too. They’d seen her as a kid, one of those sweet little girls who used to race around the block in summer dresses and pigtails. Now that same girl was grinding herself against a man twice her age in the middle of the street, her tits crushed against him, locked in a deep French kiss. Most shockingly, her hips were rolling in a way that was anything but innocent. The disconnect made it all the hotter, her transformation from cute neighborhood kid to cock-hungry slut hard to wrap the head around.

Soon my cock began to rise from its exhausted hibernation, thickening with purpose as her soft little body melted into me. My eyes flicked around, already hunting for somewhere to take things further. Just down the street, a pub caught my eye: quiet enough, dark enough, and just close enough to make it perfect.

I slowly steered her in that direction, my hand sliding down to her ass, fingers curling under her skirt as I walked her toward the door. By the time we reached it, I took her hand, yanked her close, and led her inside like she belonged to me.

Her cleavage had already flushed a deep, needy red, her skin burning with arousal, and the heat radiating off her chest was impossible to miss. Emma was so visibly turned on that every pair of eyes in the room snapped to her the second we stepped inside. Men couldn’t help but stare at her bursting tits and the innocent little uniform stretched tight across her curves, while women looked her up and down with either disgust at her slutty behavior or jealousy at her sexiness and ability to seduce a handsome, much older man like me.

We didn’t even pretend to order a drink. I dragged her straight to the bathrooms, my fingers locked tight around her wrist, making sure everyone in that damn pub knew exactly what I was about to do to the stacked little schoolgirl clinging to my side.

On impulse, I took her into the men’s room instead of the women’s, shoving her into the biggest stall at the end. The thought of some pathetic wimp catching a peek at her bare tits or hearing the wet, messy sounds her used cunt made had my cock already thickening against my zipper. Hell, if some loser ended up pumping his worthless load inside her, it didn’t matter. Her fertile little womb was already seeded with my cum, and no other man’s sperm would ever matter.

I pressed her back against the stall wall and took her mouth, tongue shoving past her soft lips before she could even try to say something. Her moans were sweet, breathy little noises, full of that desperate hunger I’d already trained into her. Her arms snapped around my neck, fingers weaving through my hair like she couldn’t pull me close enough, her whole body trembling with excitement.

It still blew my mind how this barely legal brat had gone from a shy, blushing virgin at the airport to a cock-drunk, soaking wet slut who couldn’t get enough. Just the faint memory of how her body had melted for me under the grip of tx34 was enough to leave her trembling, that chemical craving still burned into her mind, leaving her horny and hyper-charged, every touch from me reigniting the need to have her cunt filled again.

My hands slid down her sides, popped her bra open like I’d done it a thousand times, then I grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it apart without a second thought, buttons bouncing off the tile like cheap confetti. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t resist. She stood there, arms raised, tits out, waiting like a good little plaything while I peeled both the blouse and bra off her body.

I hung her blouse on a hook, but her stretched-out bra, still warm from her skin and practically dripping with the scent of her arousal, got stuffed into my jacket pocket as a trophy, a filthy little keepsake from my family breeding project.

With her bare tits right in front of me, I could finally compare them directly to her sister’s. Same obscene size, same heavy, swollen curves built for milking and breeding, but on Emma’s smaller frame, they looked even bigger, like her body was struggling to keep up with what nature had dumped on her chest. It was all an illusion, though. They weren’t really larger, just packed tighter, sitting higher, maybe even a little firmer than Elli’s. The only real difference was those soft, raised bumps under her areolas, that perfect puffy ring making her nipples stand out even more. It gave them the cute, puffy look of budding girls, fresh and innocent, even though her breasts were large enough to shame most adult women.

Now that her massive jugs were exposed, I moved straight to her bottom, yanking her skirt and panties down in one smooth motion as I dropped to my knees. Her pale, flawless thighs trembled as the cool air hit her bare skin, and I wasted no time lifting one of those pencil-thin legs, draping her foot onto the toilet seat. The pose spread her wide open, her smooth slit already glistening, the cute pink folds parting slightly under her own arousal, framed perfectly by her narrow hips and that obscene thigh gap that made her look even more vulnerable, her cunt exposed and defenseless, with no way to hide itself even if she tried.

My tongue found her clit in seconds, circling it once before lashing directly over the swollen nub, making her whole body jolt. The high-pitched moan that tore from her throat was loud enough to bounce off the tiled walls, impossible for anyone nearby to miss. I heard the shuffle of feet, the creak of doors, and knew right away we had an audience. She was too far gone to notice, her fingers tangling in my hair as her hips pushed forward, grinding her puffy little cunt against my face like a girl who’d long forgotten what modesty meant.

I reached back and nudged the stall door open just a crack, giving the curious boys in the bathroom a perfect side view of her dripping slit and my tongue working it over. The second the door moved, a shadow shifted next to us, and another set of wide eyes peeked over the partition from the next stall, the poor bastard too desperate to resist the show.

I didn’t stop. If anything, knowing they were watching only made me hungrier, my tongue plunging deep into her hole before sliding back up to flick her clit over and over until her thighs trembled against my ears. The wet sounds of my mouth working her cunt mixed with her soft, breathy gasps, turning the whole bathroom into a peep show booth, with her bare, dripping little pussy as the main attraction for anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse.

The unmistakable sound of hands furiously stroking cocks filled the air, skin slapping against skin as those boys beat themselves off to the sight of the busty, pregnant schoolgirl squirming her way toward orgasm, her overripe tits bouncing with every frantic breath. Her body was on display, her cunt wide open, and they all saw exactly who this sexy vixen belonged.

As she erupted with a scream of pleasure, her hands yanking my hair, her whole body shaking like she’d short-circuited, her firm, pointy jugs bouncing wildly with every spasm, I heard two deep moans from the other side of the wall, followed by the unmistakable wet splatter of cum hitting the tile floor.

I didn’t stop, not for a second. My tongue stayed locked on her swollen clit while I shoved a finger deep into her slick, pulsing tunnel. Her tiny cunt gripped me so tightly I could see her walls clinging to my finger each time I pulled back, her hole still so narrow it was obvious just how recently I’d taken her virginity.

That single finger was all it took to send her into another orgasm, her skinny legs trembling so hard I had to hold her up. I gave her only a few seconds to catch her breath, just enough time to switch hands, then plunged my other finger right back in, working her even faster until she buckled again less than a minute later.

I had her completely now. Her body was mine to command, her orgasms coming whenever I wanted, her dripping pussy trained to obey my touch without a drop of tx34. This one was all natural, a rare prize, a conquest that went straight to the top of my list of pure, unaided victories. That brief fuck at the airport hadn’t just taken her cherry, it had flipped some primal switch inside her, turning her into a hungry little slut with a craving for public, dangerous sex that no boyfriend her age could ever satisfy.

She still didn’t even know my name, but it didn’t matter. Her body already belonged to me, her mind wired to obey every touch, every kiss, every filthy command I gave her.

The audience was loving it. The slick sound of fists pumping cocks echoed off the tiled walls, the pace getting faster each time she moaned, and every few minutes came that familiar low grunt, followed by the wet slap of another load hitting the floor. New guys kept slipping into the bathroom, replacing the satisfied ones, word spreading fast through the bar about the busty schoolgirl getting wrecked in the back stall.

Even with my balls still drained from breeding her mom, my cock was fully hard, thick and aching for the tight hole already soaking between her legs. I stood up, shoved my pants down and pressed my slick shaft into that hot, slippery gap, letting her juices coat me while I ground against her. Our mouths locked again, tongues tangled, and I fed her a mouthful of her own flavor, making her moan into the kiss like the good little slut she’d become.

Her soft, squishy tits flattened against my chest, those perky, puffy nipples dragging across my skin with every breath she took. I let her cling to me, holding her close, giving her just enough time to recover while I savored the feel of her bare body against mine, her needy little cunt rubbing along my length like she couldn’t get enough.

Finally, I pushed her back against the wall, hooked one of her skinny legs around my waist and lined up, my tip pressing against her entrance. Her pussy resisted at first, her body still so tight I had to work myself in slowly, forcing her to stretch all over again. Inch by inch, her cunt swallowed me, her slick walls gripping me so firmly it was like her body still remembered me as her first. The crowd cheered, a mix of laughter, groans and muttered curses at how lucky I was to be balls-deep in the barely legal piece of ass they’d only been able to stroke to. Emma’s head whipped around, confusion flickering in her eyes for a second before it melted into fear, her flushed cheeks burning even redder. But all it took was a few rough thrusts, my cock stretching her out all over again, to drag her attention right back to where it belonged: the pure, overwhelming lust surging through her body.

Her mating instincts kicked in, her hips rolling to meet each thrust, her animal side rising to the surface, until she either forgot about the men jerking off just feet away or stopped giving a damn. Her moans filled the stall, loud and shameless, each time my cock drove into her so deep it stole the breath from her lungs. Between her cries, she clung to me, our lips crashing together in wet, sloppy kisses, tongues tangling in a mix of hunger and raw desire.

One hand stayed locked on her heavy tits, fingers squeezing the soft flesh, teasing her puffy nipples until they stood out like ripe little targets. The other hand gripped her ass, fingers digging into her barely-there cheeks, spreading them wider each time I drove into her, forcing her to take every inch. Her small body shuddered, her tight cunt clenching around me as her next orgasm barreled through her, her scream echoing loud enough for the whole bar to hear.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I fucked her straight through it, hammering her dripping pussy with deep, brutal thrusts, pulling her back into another orgasm before the first one had even faded, her body too sensitive to handle it, too addicted to resist.

Finally, I eased up, slowing my pace just enough to let her gasp for air, her flushed face pressed against the wall, her tits still jiggling from the force of my thrusts. I pulled out in one smooth motion, her slick little cunt clinging to me until the last second, making that unmistakable wet pop only the tightest, dripping teenage pussies can make. The sound alone made the crowd lose it, a fresh round of cheers and muttered curses filling the bathroom as they stared at the sight of her freshly fucked, glistening slit.

I grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her out of the stall, her legs still shaky from the relentless fucking. The moment her bare body came into full view, the crowd went silent for half a second before the hushed murmurs and groans started again, eyes glued to her flushed skin, her tits swaying freely, her cunt glistening between her slender thighs.

Ignoring her flushed cheeks and nervous glances, I turned her around, pressed her against the wall, and raised her arms above her head, palms flat against the cold tile. Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, but her body obeyed without hesitation, already too well-trained to resist.

To get her into the perfect pose, I stepped behind her, gripped her hips and pulled her legs back a little, forcing her upper body to tip forward. Her spine arched beautifully, her ass pushing back, the natural curve of her body putting everything on display: her slick slit, her tight little ass, her dangling tits all laid out for anyone, her puffy nipples standing out like ripe little targets begging to be sucked or slapped. Below, her petite ass framed that sweet teenage pussy, the tight, slick slit peeking out between her soft, round cheeks.

Emma’s innocent little cunt made her wide thigh gap even more obscene, her narrow hips only exaggerating how effortlessly accessible she was from behind. I’d always had a weakness for girls with that rare layout, which I called backward facing pussy, where the slit sat low and open between her thighs even when she stood upright, making her ready to fuck without needing to bend her over or spread her wide. Nature had built her for fucking, her body practically offering itself up just by standing there.

The crowd loved the view, whistles and low cheers filling the air as I slid my fingers between her swollen lips, spreading her open so every dripping inch was on full display.

But I needed more than just a show. My thick, veined cock was stiff and hard, aching with the need to reclaim that tight little hole. I lined myself up and pushed back inside, her slick heat gripping me like a vice, that perfect angle letting me sink in with barely any resistance.

With my hands locked around her slim hips, I settled into a steady rhythm, each thrust driving me deeper than before, her body fully accessible even when standing, giving me a chance to access her tits easily from behind.

When I bottomed out, the head of my dick pressed directly against her cervical opening, that extra stimulation sending jolts of pleasure up my spine, making every thrust even more addictive. Feeling her cervix kissed with each stroke seemed to push Emma into some primal overdrive, her moans twisting into broken cries as her orgasms melted into one continuous stream of uncontrollable spasms. Her tight little pussy clenched and fluttered, her body stuck in an endless loop of pleasure she couldn’t break free from.

I slowly picked up the pace, fucking her harder, deeper, until that familiar surge started building at the base of my cock. My balls must have been working overtime to churn out fresh sperm, already refilling after I’d completely drained them into her sexy mother not too long ago.

Her squeezing, convulsing pussy finally pushed me past the point of no return, and I erupted. My hips jerked forward, my whole body locking up as thick ropes of cum blasted straight into her little womb, flooding her cervix with every pulse. I let out a deep, primal roar, part pure pleasure, part claiming, making sure every guy watching knew exactly who owned this tight little piece of ass. I stayed buried inside her, cock twitching with each lingering spasm, holding her pinned until both our bodies finally stopped shaking.

For a brief moment, silence settled over the bathroom, the only sound her ragged breathing and the faint drip of my cum leaking from her stretched cunt. The crowd stood frozen, unsure if the show was over or if something even filthier was about to begin. I felt I owed them more. They’d been good boys, patient little pricks, and after the performance Emma had just given, they deserved a reward.

Besides, now that she was already carrying my child, even if she had no clue yet, there was no risk at all. Her fertile little womb was already claimed, sealed off by my seed. Letting these drooling perverts grope her, finger her or even dump their loads inside her was nothing but cheap entertainment. Their sperm didn’t matter. There was something so perfect about taking a shy little virgin like Emma and sluttifying her for the benefit of every cock lucky enough to cross her path, a public service to the male population. The thrill of turning her into a shared fuck doll made my cock twitch again, still slick with our combined juices.

Since I’d taken her raw and unaided, it felt even kinkier to throw her to the wolves now, breaking down the last of her barriers. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out the vial, and sprayed a light mist of my special perfume directly onto her swollen, glistening slit. She gasped, her whole body shivering from the cold spray, her thighs clamping together for a moment before relaxing again as the arousal took over, sinking into her skin and spreading like wildfire.

A slow trickle of cum oozed from her hole, sliding down her inner thigh, making her look even sexier standing there with her legs slightly apart, completely on display. The sight sent a ripple of groans through the crowd.

There were eight men still standing there, all openly jerking their cocks, their eyes locked onto her like they couldn’t believe their luck. Some of them had already cum earlier, judging by the mess on the floor, but they were back for more. The oldest two were wrinkled, balding, with sad little dicks they could barely grip between their fingers. But at the far end of the group stood one younger guy, muscular, broad shoulders, with a thick, straight cock that was just slightly longer than mine. He wasn’t bad-looking either, the kind of competition that would’ve been a threat if it mattered whose cum ended up in her. But it didn’t, her fertile little womb was already mine.

The raw, male energy radiating off all eight of them, their exposed, twitching dicks aimed right at us, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. They weren’t just here to watch anymore, they were here to claim their piece, to taste what I’d already broken in.

I took Emma’s hand and slowly turned her around, giving them a perfect 360-degree view of her petite, top-heavy body. Her massive tits swayed with every movement, her puffy nipples still flushed and stiff, and between her skinny thighs, her stretched, cum-slick slit gaped slightly, still open from my cock. Her wide thigh gap only made it more obscene, leaving nothing hidden, no way to close herself off even if she tried.

Her eyes darted nervously from one cock to the next, fear flickering across her face as the reality sank in. Eight men, all older than her, some old enough to be her grandfather, all stroking themselves openly, all ready to use her however they wanted. The fear only made her more irresistible, her body trembling, but already the first signs of arousal flickered in her eyes. Tx34 was doing its job, melting away any remaining hesitation, leaving only the eager little cum slut I was molding her into.

With my hand I pushed down firmly on the small of her back, forcing her to bend at the waist until her obscenely full teenage melons hung freely and her freshly fucked, cum-filled slit was fully exposed. Her thighs trembled slightly, her skin still glistening with sweat, her wide thigh gap making it effortless to see every messy detail between her legs.

The men didn’t wait for an invitation. Rough, eager hands reached out, fingers sliding between her slick lips, scooping up the creamy mess still leaking from her stretched hole. Emma shuddered at the touch, her legs twitching under her, but the way her back arched and her hips pushed back told me all I needed to know: her body was craving it.

She was already starting to love it, that addictive mix of fear and attention flooding her senses, driving her higher with every filthy touch. The guys couldn’t get enough either, some fixating on the raw, stretched state of her cunt, others grabbing at her hips or trailing their hands up her narrow waist. But predictably, it was her tits that drew the most attention, her massive, natural jugs swaying with every tremble, nipples still stiff and puffy. Every man wanted a handful, fingers squeezing, pulling, twisting, all desperate for a piece of her obscene teenage perfection.

It was getting too chaotic too fast. I stepped in, grabbing her by the chin and making her look up at me, her flushed face caught somewhere between overstimulation and blind arousal.

“Let’s keep this under control,” I said firmly, raising my voice so every panting loser could hear.

I stepped between her and the closest pair of hands, putting just enough distance between her and the men to make sure they listened.

“Here’s the deal,” I said, my grip still firm on Emma’s chin. “One hundred pounds gets you a titty fuck, but you only get it if you make her cum with your tongue first. Fingering’s fine, but her pussy’s off-limits for anything else.”

The groans were instant, some disappointed, some excited at the challenge, but all eyes stayed locked on Emma’s flushed body, her tits still jiggling with every uneven breath. The promise of earning a ride between those perfect, cum-slick melons was more than enough to keep them eager.

Emma, her lips parted, her breath quickening, said nothing. Her body already knew it didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to me, and to whichever lucky bastard paid his way into her soft, slippery cleavage.

The offer was too good to resist. They practically stumbled over each other forming a line, their eager eyes glued to her flushed skin and dripping cunt, every single one desperate for a taste of the same girl I’d already broken in. I guided her back to the sink, propping her petite ass right on the edge so her legs could spread wide, her still-sensitive slit on display for the first lucky fucker who’d paid his fee.

I made sure to collect the first hundred pounds upfront, then moved down the line, taking the cash from each of the drooling perverts waiting their turn. By the time my pocket was stuffed with crumpled bills, the first guy had his tongue buried between her smooth, trembling thighs, working her overstimulated clit with sloppy, desperate enthusiasm.

Emma’s whole body shuddered, her tiny legs twitching and kicking, and if she’d been any bigger, she might have crushed his head between her thighs. Her orgasm hit fast and hard, her hips jerking against his face, her smooth stomach tightening, her back arching as wave after wave rolled through her petite frame.

When her shaking finally slowed, she slipped down to her knees, still dazed but obedient, and pressed her soft, slippery tits around his stiff cock, wrapping him in that perfect cushion of flesh, ready to earn her load. His cock was small enough to disappear completely between her huge breasts, vanishing in the sea of soft, pale skin. She squeezed from the sides with her hands, pressing her tits together to give him a tight, gliding massage, her fingers adding just the right pressure to make sure he felt every inch of her.

Once she found the rhythm, she looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, giving him her sexiest, most inviting look. When she whispered for him to cum on her tits, that was all it took. His whole body tensed, his face twisting in pleasure as he exploded, spraying hot, sticky ropes across her chest. The first spurt hit her hair, the next splashed across her cheek, and the rest dripped between her tits, disappearing into her cleavage.

She stood up slowly, her expression shifting to one of pride, her posture more confident as she let the cum trickle down her chest to her stomach, one finger scooping a bit near her lips so she could taste it.

The fear that had flickered in her eyes earlier was gone, replaced with a growing confidence, her head held higher now that she realized just how easily she could make men older than her father lose control. She began to enjoy the fact that this group of older men were leching after her, mesmerized by her sexy, top-heavy, barely legal schoolgirl body.

The fear that had flickered in her eyes earlier had vanished, replaced with a cocky, almost smug confidence, her head held higher now that she realized just how effortlessly she could turn men old enough to be her father into drooling, dick-hard idiots. She was starting to love the attention, her tight little schoolgirl body driving this pack of desperate older fucks out of their minds, their eyes glued to her tits, her ass, every inch of her barely legal flesh they were so close to defiling.

She hopped up onto the sink, legs spread wide, pink cunt on full display, then crooked a finger at the next slobbering bastard in line, daring him to get his tongue on her clit. Her fingers twisted in his hair the second he got close, forcing his face between her legs, her other hand planted behind her to hold herself up as she arched her back, tits thrust out like a fucking porn star, daring every single one of them to try and resist.

Emma was a quick study, I thought.

I was very thirsty from all my activities, so I decided to go to the bar and get a large pitcher of beer. I would watch the rest of the action later on the footage from the hidden cameras I had placed around the restroom.

To make sure the whole show stayed under control, I pulled aside the young athletic guy and promised him the ultimate prize: a chance to fuck her for real ... if he kept the rest of these lecherous pricks out of her pussy. Once he’d used her up, I told him to bring her over to the bar where I’d be waiting.

He just stared at me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, like he couldn’t believe his luck, his cock throbbing at the thought of finally pounding this slutty cock-tease into the floor.

“Can I come in her?” he blurted out, voice cracking.

“Dump it wherever you like, maybe you’ll get lucky and knock her up,” I said, grinning to myself.

I didn’t wait for his approval. It was obvious from his reaction.

After draining most of my pitcher, I leaned back and let my eyes wander around the bar, taking in the mix of regulars and wandering souls who’d found their way inside. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer, cheap perfume, and the low murmur of conversations interrupted only by bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses.

In the far corner, I spotted Emma’s first volunteer, the guy who’d buried his face between her thin legs and sucked her cute little clit like his life depended on it. He was slouched comfortably in his seat, a worn-out witch beside him, clearly his partner. She was nursing a glass of wine, droning on about something pointless, while he sat there with the kind of satisfied, post-orgasmic smirk you only see on a man who’d just eaten out a tight young pussy way out of his league. His fingers drummed lazily on the table, his mind clearly still replaying every twitch and moan he’d dragged out of her young body, and the joy of ejaculating all over her massive jugs...