Chapter 37: Mikel’s Sisters and My Granddaughters

Shortly before my 70th birthday, I had undergone an experimental reversible vasectomy. Angela, who had to deal with the aftermath of all my conquests, had put me in touch with an Oxford start-up that was in late-stage clinical trials with an innovative device.

After more than forty years of excessive reproduction, resulting in more than a hundred thousand babies (not counting the millions growing up in rural Africa), she felt I could risk the potential infertility that was listed as a possible side effect.

The small company had developed a valve to regulate the flow of sperm cells from the testicles to the ejaculatory duct. In the off position, the sperm would be redirected to a small new channel that ended in the bladder, where the urea would deactivate them within seconds.

The idea itself wasn’t new, but this small company had come up with a design that relied entirely on soft material that integrated with the surrounding tissue.

The “sperm valve” was controlled by artificial nerves that ended in the only “hard” part of the entire device: a small, encapsulated chip embedded in the pelvis. The chip drew its power from the body and provided a secure Bluetooth connection to my smartphone, where a discreet app allowed me to control the valve.

After the implantation, I had to wait a month for the tissue to grow in all the right places before I could test the device. I was probably the best person to test it, as I routinely screwed a couple of fertile women almost every day as part of my ‘massage service’.

A few months after I started using it, Angela was overjoyed to find zero pregnancies in any of the young aspiring models who had received my expensive ‘massage service’ as a perk of being hired by Angela’s modeling agency.

The spermicide gel I usually used when ejaculating into teenagers too young to be responsible mothers for my offspring had failed about 10% of the time, resulting in just as many unwanted pregnancies.

Having total control over my ability to impregnate women made me feel incredibly powerful. It eliminated the nagging fear of putting one of those young virgins in an uncomfortable situation.

In short, it allowed me to focus entirely on the pleasure of sex without having to worry about the consequences, while still being able to spread my genes.

Cuckolding other men, especially powerful, rich dudes with beautiful young trophy wives, was far too much fun to stop.

London was a great place to find such ladies. Many of the official or secret mistresses of shady autocrats, drug cartel bosses, or religious fanatics came to London for their shopping sprees. Angela had connections in all the upscale hotels who would advertise my ‘massage service’ for a small commission.

It was exhilarating to know that these hotties would return to their criminal, evil lovers or husbands, carry my baby, pass it off as his, and have him raise my children as theirs.

One of my all-time favorites was a well-known Latin American drug cartel boss who maintained a harem of five gorgeous concubines. All of them had given birth (repeatedly) to babies that I had implanted in their wombs, giving this guy the illusion of having a large brood when in fact he had none. All of his illicit wealth would eventually end up with my children, a small consolation for the victims of his trade.

Most of the ‘work’ of spreading my genes had shifted to my sons. There were hundreds of them around the world, impregnating the rich and beautiful. Soon the task would shift again to the next generation, as more and more of my grandsons came of age.

Mikel, now in his early forties, was still the most successful. His most important invention had been a method of remotely impregnating women using a special ‘spurting dildo’, which had eliminated the need to physically penetrate and screw women. Given the millions of sperm in a typical ejaculate, this method allowed our genes to spread like wildfire, to the point where we became concerned about inbreeding. It was that concern that led us to focus on rural Africa as a market for the spurting dildos, inseminating women who had no connection to the world in which we normally worked.

As my 70th birthday approached, he and his mother, Paula, had arranged a week at an upscale resort in Tanzania, both to check on our offspring in rural Africa and to escape the dreadful British winter.

I was to return home for my actual birthday to celebrate with my wife, Susan, and our six children (and their children), but in the weeks leading up to it, we planned to get together to relax.

Immediately upon our arrival, Mikel showed me around the countryside, pointing out crowds of children. Among them were a surprising number of children with remarkably light skin, a clear sign that our impregnations were working as intended. Our genes were spreading through these communities at a low enough level to avoid suspicion and inbreeding.

In the evening, we were joined by Mikel’s mother Paula, ex-Miss Albania and my 32nd trophy wife conquest. She still looked stunning for her sixty-something years, dressed in a semi-transparent white gown that flowed elegantly around her stunning body.

I knew Paula had planned to come, but I was surprised to see more of her children, well, our children, at the table: Mikel’s twin sister, Eliza, and her one-year younger siblings, Elira and Elona.

I had never forgotten how Paula had tricked me into taking Eliza’s, Elira’s and Elona’s cherry some twenty years ago. Even after all this time, the thought of that weekend in the mountains made my cock twitch. Those three young virgins had been insatiably horny, their teenage lust heightened by tx34 to such a level that they had completely worn me out.

It had been incredibly sexy to drive into their nubile bodies while they kept encouraging me with “Yes, Daddy, Yes!” moans. It was so wrong, but it felt so right: intimate, personal, familiar, trusting.

I had been avoiding them ever since, trying hard not to give in to the dark desire to fuck my own daughters, trying to push away all sexual thoughts as my budding girls at home flaunted their newly acquired assets to the admiring gaze of the male population.

Not long after I had deflowered Eliza, Elira, and Elona, they had married into the Balkan elite, probably arranged by their cuckolded mafia ‘father’. Their stunning beauty and family wealth had given them their pick of countless suitors.

These weddings had taken place nearly twenty years ago and had barely registered with me. As mentioned before: I avoided them as much as possible, even asking Angela not to update me on their lives.

It was awkward at first to sit at the dinner table with the three beautiful women as my dark desires resurfaced. As a precaution, I turned off the implanted ‘sperm valve’ when no one was watching.

I asked myself, did this (temporary) vasectomy make incest acceptable? After all, the taboo against incest was mainly a result of the increased risk of birth defects in incestuous offspring, wasn’t it? Would that not make it acceptable now?

The food was excellent, and Mikel entertained the table with his usual charm. After the first bottle of wine, the mood lightened and soon we were all laughing and joking, enjoying the warm African night.

When we finally retired to our room, I was quite turned on by my three seductive daughters and hoped that one of them would make a move on me - but instead they just kissed me good night and left me with my hard-on.

Exhausted from the long day, I quickly fell asleep. It was hot and humid, so I slept naked on my large colonial canopy bed.

Memories of Eliza’s, Elira’s, and Elona’s tight virgin pussies floated through my dreams. It was about twenty years ago, but I could feel it in my dreams as if it were real. I remembered their perky breasts in my hands as they lowered their nubile bodies onto my stiff rod, and the incredible sensation of my penis plunging deep into their bodies, enveloped by their hot virgin cunts.

A piercing scream of pleasure woke me. A girl was in the middle of an earth-shattering orgasm on my dick, fucking me with youthful energy. I couldn’t see her because it was pitch black, but I felt the incredible sensation of a tight pussy wrapped around my dick.

Her tiny, firm ass pressed against my crotch. Her size made me sure she was a young teenager, just like Mikel’s sisters had been twenty years ago. But it could not be one of my now more mature daughters. She had placed my hands on her perky young breasts, each a good handful, and topped off by delightfully stiff and sensitive nipples. I could tell these were the breasts of a budding teenager, between sixteen and eighteen years old.

Now, as she convulsed in a powerful orgasm, I had to hold on to her tits to keep her from collapsing on my body. Eventually, she remained motionless for a few minutes to recover before resuming her grinding motion.

Slowly she worked herself to another climax.

Her breathing quickened, her moans louder, the movement of her hips more frenetic - until she stiffened, and another orgasmic wave washed over her body, causing her legs to tremble and her vaginal muscles to squeeze my dick.

This time the contractions in her vagina were too much to bear and I exploded into my own orgasm, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into her budding body. She collapsed, slipped off my cock and curled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

Content and satisfied, I basked in the afterglow of our passionate fuck and wondered who this young horny teenager was. She had made me relive the experience of deflowering Eliza, Elira and Elona twenty years ago. As the line between reality and dreams began to blur as I drifted off to sleep, I imagined holding young Eliza in my arms.

I don’t know how many hours had passed, but it was still pitch black when I awoke to find the mysterious girl bouncing up and down on my stiff pole again. Her pussy felt even tighter than before and she needed all her weight to push herself down on my hard-on.

When my dick was fully inside her, she put my hand on her clit and encouraged me to rub on it while she rested her outstretched arms on my chest.

It only took a few seconds of my thumb circling her sweet little clit to bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm that made her whole body shake and tremble with ecstatic pleasure. When she recovered, she resumed bouncing up and down on my dick, quickly bringing me closer to release.

Feeling my point of no return approaching, I redoubled my attention to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. We both stiffened at the same time, our bodies pressed tightly together, holding our breath - until we erupted simultaneously into the most intense climax.

I released the second load of the night into her young body. She collapsed on my chest, pressing her huge, soft breasts into me. The sensation of these melons on me was a little disorienting, as I clearly remembered fondling a set of much smaller breasts earlier in the night - but I didn’t care, and soon the boundaries between dream and reality began to blur again.

As I held this young, freshly fucked, mysterious teen, I dreamed of holding busty Elira twenty years ago, right after I had taken her cherry.

Whoever this horny vixen was, she was insatiable, because she woke me up a third time during the night, this time with a blowjob. When she realized I was awake, she demanded another round of sex by pulling me on top of her. She spread her thin legs wide as she guided my stiff pole into her young pussy. When I felt her vaginal lips engulf the head of my dick, I pushed forward and sank into her teenage body.

She felt so tight I could have sworn she was a virgin if I didn’t know we had already fucked twice that night. This time we were in missionary position, which gave me more control over the speed and force of my thrusts and allowed me to better control my own release, prolonging it until she had experienced her fifth orgasm.

I had one hand on her tiny buttocks, admiring their wonderfully firm and perky shape. It was only natural that I turned her over so that I could continue to enter her from behind. She was too exhausted after five orgasms to hold herself up doggy style, so I placed a large pillow under her belly and spread her knees until her pussy was sticking out.

It was still too dark to see anything, but it wasn’t difficult to feel her vaginal opening and push my stiff rod back into her delicate body. Penetrating her from behind gave me even more strength and allowed me to pound her with great force. The smacking sound of my body against her tiny bubble butt was loud enough to be heard in the neighboring rooms, I was sure.

It was a sensational pleasure to thrust into this sexy teenager, whoever she was. It didn’t take long for my release to come. As I climaxed and shot another load of cum into her juvenile body, she joined in, her vaginal muscles milking every drop of cum from my manhood.

When the sun awoke me in the morning, the young girl was gone. Blood tickles on the sheets confirmed that she must have been a virgin at the beginning of the night - it hadn’t been a dream.

Was she one of the hotel’s black African maids? One of the hotel guests?

I was confused - but did I really care? The sex had been amazing, I never get tired of deflowering virgins - and she had been insatiable, fucking me three times during the night with great vigor and enthusiasm.

I showered, trying to clear my head of visions of a young virgin attacking me in my sleep, got dressed and went down to the breakfast room.

Paula greeted me, sitting at a table with Mikel and his sisters, Eliza and Elira. His third sister, Elona, was missing.

When I saw Elona sitting at another table with three younger lookalikes, my jaw hit the floor. It was as obvious as anything that these three teenage jailbaits were her daughters, with facial features almost exactly like their mothers. All three girls looked at me with beaming smiles, making it more than obvious who had visited me last night.

Now it all made sense - the fact that they always seemed to be virgins, the fact that the breasts on the second fuck seemed bigger than what I remembered from the first - and the exquisite bubble butt of the girl in the last session that I somehow had not noticed before...

Now that I knew, it was obvious! The eldest had fucked me first, her busty younger sister second, and the youngest with her tiny bubble butt last.

They grinned and smiled at me, realizing from my expression that I was beginning to grasp what had transpired last night.

Finally, Elona spoke to me:

“Morning, Dad! Please meet your granddaughters Aliona (19), Arlinda (17) and Albana (15)!”

“Morning, Grandpa!” they said in unison as they approached me.

I looked away, overwhelmed by the realization that I had taken my grandchildren’s cherry last night.

It was impossible to avoid them, however, as they pressed their barely covered teenage bodies against me in tight hugs while giving me their good morning kisses right on the mouth.

Elona was the last to kiss me deeply on the mouth while rubbing her huge double D tits against my chest.

“What do you think, Dad? Aren’t my daughters just smoking hot?”

She stepped back a little and added with a devilish smile: “Isn’t the guy who takes their innocence one hell of a lucky guy?”

“Mhm???” she added when I didn’t answer right away.

“Certainly! Yes! He sure is one hell of a lucky guy, I suppose!” I finally admitted as I saw the three girls burst into delightful giggles.

“I really hope they wait until their wedding night, just like their mother did!” Elona replied, winking at her two sisters who were watching the scene from their table.

“Oh yes, so important to wait until the wedding night!” Eliza and Elira chirped in, barely able to hide their own bursts of laughter.

Mikel brought everyone back to reality by declaring, “What’s going on here? Somebody tells me!”

“Oh, nothing, big brother,” Eliza replied, managing to get the conversation back on track by asking, “Did you sleep well, Dad? Are you ready to go on safari today? I really want to see the elephants!”

Everyone began to chime in with their favorite animal as I helped myself to breakfast, still trying to come to terms with the fact that I had deflowered my own granddaughters.

The Jailbaits were sitting at the next table, chatting in the high-pitched, excited voices of teenagers, flaunting their ripe, youthful bodies for all to see, their braless tits barely concealed beneath their semi-transparent crop tops, their long, slender legs naked beneath their cut-off jeans that ended well above the folds of their bubble butts.

We left for our safari right after breakfast, riding for hours in a tiny bus. Aliona, Arlinda, and Albana sat next to me, one girl on each side, taking turns sitting on my lab. Mikel had stayed behind, conducting business meetings with distributors of his ‘spurting dildos’ and accompanying ‘artificial spunk’.

The girls sitting to my left and right had taken my arm around their shoulders and slid it under their arm so that my hands were resting on their teenage breasts. Their other tits were pressed against my sides, their hard nipples rubbing against my chest through the thin fabric of their crop tops.

The girl sitting on my lab was grinding her barely covered snatch against my hard cock, jumping up and down at every bump in the road - and let me tell you, there were a lot of bumps in the road.

My dick was rock hard all day. I was on the verge of pulling my pants down, pushing her shorts aside, and shoving my stiff rod down her hot tunnel.

Their busty mother and equally endowed aunts pointedly ignored the teens’ bold teasing. But I knew they were secretly enjoying the show based on the sly glances out of the corners of their eyes, the barely concealed smiles on their lips, and their double-entendre comments about the wildlife.

During lunch break, my three daughters had taken me behind a small bush and taken turns sucking on my painfully hard boner. I had lost my self-control and roughly taken Eliza from behind, not caring if she was my sister or not. My granddaughters had made me so angry that incest simply did not matter to me anymore.

The relief was short-lived. After our lunch break, the teasing resumed as before, the girls taking turns sitting on my lap, their tight bubble butts bouncing on my hard-on.

Fifteen-year-old Albana, with the tightest and most delicious butt of them all, was the hardest to handle. Not only was the creek between her ass cheeks deep enough to envelop my hard-on, giving it the equivalent of a boob job, but she was also the most easily aroused of the bunch. She managed to get herself off several times by rubbing me through her jeans, leaving a big wet spot on my pants when she switched with her sister.

We got back to the hotel late, after the sun had set. Dinner consisted of sandwiches we had eaten during the trip. Everyone was exhausted and went to their rooms. I undressed, showered off the dust, and collapsed naked in my bed.

Visions of my granddaughters’ alluring bodies still haunted me, and I pictured them naked as I drifted off to sleep.

Like the night before, I had erotic dreams. This time not of my virgin daughters of twenty years ago, but of my granddaughters Aliona, Arlinda, or Albana riding my stiff dick. I imagined a young body bouncing on me, pushing my cock in and out of their teenage pussy, clutching my dick so tightly it almost hurt.

I wasn’t so shocked when I woke up to find that my dream wasn’t a dream at all, but that one of those vixens was actually riding my dick and grinding into me with teenage enthusiasm.

It was too dark to see anything, so I grabbed her breasts. From the medium size, I guessed it was Aliona who was ecstatically riding me. She must have been riding me in her sleep for a long time because she went over the edge as soon as I touched her tits. Her body shook from an intense orgasm that lasted several minutes.

She whispered in my ear, “That was amazing, Grandpa!”

My dick was still painfully hard, my balls almost bursting with the pent-up sexual tension from a whole day of heavy teasing and petting. I wiggled my hips in an attempt to entice her to continue fucking me for a second round, but she made a show of playing hard to get and let me slip out of her cunt.

I groaned in frustration.

“Dirty old man wants more?” she cooed,” Want to fuck your little granddaughter?”