Why It’s Called The Cockpit.

Sunday morning, Tracy and young Dawn, had breakfast with the newly-neutered Randy, packed their bags, including Randy’s twelve-inch, banded, severed penis and testicles, secreted from prying security eyes, in a Pringles potato-chip can, which had spent the night in the refrigerator of the room’s mini-bar. They took the water taxi from Parrot Cay, for the Providenciales airport, the main International airport for The Turks and Caicos Islands, to catch the 12:30 flight back to the U.S.  The new eunuch, Randy, decided to stay in Parrot Cay and work on his tan for a few more days, as his wife was flying-in that night, to join him for a short holiday. Little did she know, yet, how short it would be, since the horny sisters, Tracy and Dawn, had gotten a-hold of her husband, and emasculated him, voluntarily, for Tracy’s double-dildo strap-on! His wife would end-up pissed!.... Go figure!

Once the girls had checked-in, and got their boarding-passes, there was time for a quick coffee and croissant at Gilly’s Café, where they selected a booth next to a three-man American Airlines crew, with whom they struck-up a conversation. It turned out that these pilots and navigator were headed to JFK, with Tracy and Dawn as passengers, and seventeen-year old Tracy whispered to Dawn how entirely cute and humpy they were! Under cover of the booth-table, Tracy slipped her left hand onto the head-pilot’s lap, and began stroking his privates. "You know," Tracy asked, with a wink, "I’ve often wondered, why you pilots have always called your work area, ‘the Cockpit’? Have you any idea why that is?"

Rod, the Chief Pilot, grinned and answered, "Gee, that goes way back, to before OUR time, sweetie! But we’d be glad to give you a little tour of the cockpit, before we take-off, if you’ll knock at the door. We’re not supposed to do that anymore, what with all of the security directives, but no worries with you two cuties. Just don’t let the stewardesses see you ... whoops! We gotta call ‘em ‘flight attendants now!" The crew finished-up their coffees, and left for the plane to do their pre-flight checks.

"Dawn, have you ever noticed, with these croissants?," noted Tracy, "That how you position them on your plate, makes them look, either like a fat, raging hard-on, or, if you turn it 180º,  some pathetic guy who can’t get it up!"

"Sis, only YOU would turn a breakfast pastry, into a sexual issue!"

Tracy and Dawn paid their breakfast check, and walked to the departure lounge to await their flight announcement. When it came, they took their seats on the plane, and were glad to see they were positioned in the front of the coach section. "Cool!" winked the young-teen Tracy to her twelve-year-old sister. "It’ll be easier to get into the cockpit, without being spotted!" After the outer cabin door closed, and the flight attendants moved-back to check the cabin seat-belts and all, the two horny sisters slipped forward, liked they were heading for the ladies’ room. With the bathroom door open, to block the view, Tracy rapped on the cockpit door, and the navigator, Dwight, let them in, and closed and locked the door, behind them.

"Wow, we made it!," giggled young Dawn, as her teen-tart sister, gave the crew, the thumbs-up.

"So you two honeys really want to see why it’s called ‘The cockpit?’," asked the pilot, Rod. "We’re going to have to show you separately, as there is this little matter of flying this airbus!  Tracy, when I saw you in the coffee shop, I recognized you immediately! My wife’s been making me check-out your Authenticock website, ‘cause our sex life’s gone to hell in a bread-basket, and she want’s me to serve-up MY basket, to you guys, so she can get one of those ‘Real-cock dildo strap-ons’ made-up, and get it on with her girlfriends! AND, once she told her plans to the wives of my co-pilot and navigator, who we all run-around with a lot, THEY wanted to get-in on the deal too! Those gals want you to chop-off our dicks, ‘cause we’re all pretty well-hung, and those randy bitches want to turn them into strap-ons! We discussed it, over a backyard barbeque the other day. It looks like many women are leaning toward a more lesbian life-style, these days! They still want cock, but they seem to want to be in control of it! They want strap-ons, so THEY can do the fucking!...And not just the old-fashioned, hard-plastic dildos ... They’re old-hat now! ... Today’s horny gal, as you know, want’s real-cock dildos, made from REAL cocks, and the bigger, the better!"

"Well, Rod," asked Tracy, "How do you feel about that? Do you good-looking studs mind giving up your sex lives for your humpies’ strap-on dildo needs? How well-hung ARE you, by the way? We don’t mess-with anything less, than an eight-inch dick!"

"No worries THERE. Cutie!," affirmed Rod. "We’re all over ten-inches, and actually, Dwight, our navigator, checks-in at a little-over twelve inches, and is three-inches thick! His wife, Katie, can’t get him into a strap-on fast enough! We figure, if this will make the girls happier, why not? And, of course, having you two horny, young teens cut us, is a fantasy trip in itself!"

The two girls’ eyes lit-up like kids in a candy store! "I’m seventeen," grinned Tracy, " But my sister, Dawn, isn’t even a teenager yet! She’s just TWELVE! But she’s neutered plenty of guys already, and really gets-off on it! She gets a super kick, out of slicing-off the cock and balls of some well-hung stud, who’s really proud of his big equipment, and tries to stick it into her virgin twat, or the hot pussies of her pre-teen girlfriends!"

"Well, THAT certainly sounds hot! That must’a slowed HIM down!" voiced Rod, as his two pals agreed with him. "When can we get started? We get to nail you first, right? You’d better take-on Dwight, our navigator, first, as he’s not needed on the initial part of the flight. After we get to altitude, my co-pilot, Murray, and I are available ... one-at-a-time, natch! Did you bring your castration equipment?"

Tracy grinned, as she lifted-up and patted the little tote-bag, they’d snuck into the cockpit. She hauled-out the elastrator and little bag of tiny rubber rings, the bejeweled-handled, curve-bladed castration knife, and the Pringles can containing Randy’s freshly-severed, huge, twelve-and-a-half-inch cock and ballsack from the beach cutting, discussed in our last story, "Tracy Cuts The Caribbean!"

"JESUS!," hollered Rod. "Howja get that stuff through security in Provo?"

"Well," laughed Tracy, "The way this blade is curved, it doesn’t look like a knife on the security screen! And the elastrator doesn’t look like anything they’ve been trained to watch for! I just told them it was art supplies!" Then Dawn spoke-up and said that the Pringles can had a kielbasa in it, for snacking-down on the flight ... "Since you guys at American, are too cheap to serve meals, anymore! ... and they bought it!" The crew and the sisters laughed and high-fived over THAT one!

Dawn pulled the huge, banded, twelve-inch cock out of the can, head-first, with the full ball-sack hanging below it, giggled, and said, "Meet Randy! ..... Some kielbasa, huh?"

"So that’s what our cocks and nuts are going to look like, when you cut ‘em?," asked Murray, the co-pilot. "Neat! The girls will LOVE it! Just make sure you keep our packages straight! Dwight’s wife, Alice, will definitely be upset, if she doesn’t end-up with his big twelve-and-a-half-inch prick, between her legs, for her strap-on!"

"Don't worry about THAT,  sweetie!" affirmed the horny, twelve-year-old Dawn.  "I’m in charge of keeping the severed packages straight, and with these little red, string-tags, I haven’t fucked-up YET! As soon as your yummies come off, they’re tagged and refrigerated for shipment!  So when your humpies get their packages, they’re sure to be YOUR packages! They get fussy about that!"

"So Dwight," grinned Tracy, "Since you’re the navigator, your pilot says you’re up first! What do you say, you drop your trousers, and let’s get a look at the goods?" Dwight slipped out of his pants and jockeys. "Ah, briefs, not boxers ... I knew we were going to get along!," laughed Tracy. She gripped his already-stiff prick, bent-down and gave the huge, red glans a kiss and a few sucks, and asked Dawn to band-up the elastrator. Dawn was way-ahead of her, and handed her the banded elastrator, fitting it over Dwight’s big cock-head, with some difficulty. Tracy pinched his glans, pulling it side-to-side, until the hard, flared-edge slipped-through the tightly-stretched, little, green rubber donut, and she was able to start easing the band down the stiff shaft, all the way to the base of his throbbing organ. There, she relaxed her grip on the blue handles, and used the fingertips of both hands, to push the banded prongs down the last inch of his shining manhood, his cock-skin stretched to the max, with his veins and arteries standing-out in high-relief, in the light of the cockpit!

"Wow! Now THAT’S some serious freight!," admired Tracy, as she used her sharp, index-fingernail, to pop the tight band off the prongs, and into his doomed cock-meat. "I LOVE the sound, when that tight band snaps into a stud’s big, stiff prick, and cuts-off the blood supply to it!  Basically, your lovely dick is history, right then!"  Dawn already had the second-band mounted onto the elastrator, and started it over his pulsing cock-head, and on-down his glistening, stiff shaft, to within a quarter-inch of the first band, for a cutting-channel. Next, she double-banded his bulging nut-sack, until he was "ready for Freddie!" "OK, Dwight, baby," smiled Tracy, "let’s see how good your navigational skills are now!," as she dropped her panty-less micro-mini-skirt, and swung her beautiful, young leg over his crotch, facing him, as he sat in his navigator’s seat. "Here’s your target, sweetie!," while she lowered her shaved, narrow slit, directly onto his throbbing penis, which Dawn gripped, and helped guide-into her sister’s dripping vulva.

Once Dawn had the big, plum-colored, head lodged into her sister’s tight pussy, Tracy screwed her groin down onto his stiff member, until she had the entire twelve-and-a-half inches driven into the depths of her horny, teen twat. "So THIS is why they call this place, ‘The Cockpit’! ‘WORKS FOR ME!," hollered the grinning young tart, as she ground up and down on his huge, tumescent organ.

Dawn knew the drill, and while waiting for Dwight to reach his point of orgasm, she retrieved the lethally curve-bladed, castration knife from her kit-bag, and slipped down, to sit on the cabin floor, under Dwight’s desk, where she had full-view and access to the rampant fornication, going on in front of her. She laid the razor-sharp knife down, on the floor, in front of her dripping pussy, and reached-up to alternately squeeze Dwight’s huge pulsing nuts, trying to get him to begin pumping their contents, deep into her sister’s milking vagina. In less than a minute, he began groaning, as his twitching dick started shooting his hot sperm into Tracy’s thirsty twat. As they both started panting and climaxing, Dawn gripped the sinisterly-curved knife, with both her strong hands, and fitted the concave edge between the two rubber bands, at the root of Dwight’s throbbing cock. While Tracy’s tight cunt gripped his hard shaft, Dawn ripped the knife downward, through his shredding cock-flesh, severing the huge organ in one pull, leaving it impaled in her horny sister’s tight coozie, while she pulled-up on his bloated ball-sack, applied the knife, and severed it and it’s cords and testicles, from his now feature-less, squirting groin. Once he was separated from his manly package, Tracy stood-up, over his pulsing, shooting cock-stub, took his hand, straightened-out his index finger, using it to push the base of his banded dick, deeper into her quivering pussy, with his extended finger, until his full scrotum was snubbed-up, tight-against her vulva. Whereupon, she used her fingers to push his nuts, one ball at a time, deep into her cunt, until his entire manhood was buried fully into her tight pussy, and her slit snapped-closed in her crotch, showing no evidence that anything had happened! Dawn dove onto his still-squirting urethral hole, which continued shooting fountains of hot sperm, all over his navigator’s desk, and flight records! She fit her sucking mouth over what remained of his tiny cock-stub, and drank-down the last of his semenal offering, until he was dry. Then she looked-up, raising her cute, twelve-year-old face from his vacant crotch, and grinned, while the last of his sperm, dribbled-down, out of the corners of her mouth, exclaiming, "Yummy! Good to the last drop! ... And I mean LAST!"

"I think it’s safe to say," grinned Tracy, still-impaled with Dwight’s entire masculinity, "That your wife’s strap-on, real-cock dildo, is ready for shipping!" She withdrew it from her pulsing vagina, by hooking her sharp fingernail into her bare vulva, pulling out the attached ball-sack, followed by his huge, still-quivering penis, by twisting it left-and-right, until it cleared her horny vulva, with an audible "pop". "I believe this is your wife’s now!," as she handed his manhood to him, with a laugh. Dawn offered-up an empty Pringles can, which the startled Dwight, slid his severed organ into, balls and all!

"We’ll have the flight attendants store the three of them in the champagne refrigerator, when we’re done!," offered Dwight.

"Will they peep inside, to see what’s in them?", asked Dawn, with a mischievous grin.

"Probably!," laughed the Pilot, Rod. "I’m sure, since you’re missing from your seats, that they know you’re in here! Too bad for the jealous hussies! Shall I call them on the intercom, and ask them to bring you two some coffee?," he giggled.

"Ahhhh.....maybe not!," smiled Tracy. "You really are a trouble-maker, aren’t you! I think you should be next, Rod! Let’s get-on with this dog and pony show!"

"Suits me!," hollered Rod. "Murray, YOU take over the flight for awhile. It’s on automatic pilot anyway! It’ll be your turn next! Help me off with my pants, girls! You don’t mind if I fuck you with my shirt and tie on, do you?"

"Absolutely NOT!," answered Tracy, as she and Dawn pulled his trousers off. "It worked for Dwight! A little formality, seems to me, perfectly appropriate, for doing nookie with an airline crew, in-flight!" Dawn, alertly came-up on his left side, with her ever-ready elastrator. Tracy rattled-on, while Dawn managed to double-band his already-erect and throbbing, ten-and-a-half inch penis and bulging ball-sack, as Tracy finished flirting with him. "Oh, my goodness!," gasped the horny teen-tart. "I can see why your wife wants this for a nice, real-cock dildo, for her strap-on! Her girl-friends should consider themselves lucky ladies! They’ll have many perfectly-pleasant afternoons, getting drilled by THIS beauty!"

"Well, stop babbling, Tracy, and HOP ON!," laughed Rod. Tracy did exactly that, swinging her shapely, teen leg over his lap, facing him, gave him a quick kiss, and slid-down the entire length of his long, thick manhood in one drop, until she was balls-deep on him!

"Oh my God!," gasped the pilot, Rod. "I can’t believe you can take that whole whanger into your seventeen-year-old twat in one plunge!"

"Well, sweetie, it ain’t my first! I may be young, but since I joined Authenticock, and started chopping cock a year ago, I’ve had a lot of big, long beauties stuffed up this pookie! ... ‘One of the perks of the job, I guess! And I LOVE BIG COCK! No girl I know, wants to mess with needle dicks! Mini-pricks are TOO boring! At Authenticock, with the client girls looking to make dildos out of their humpies, you can’t even get in the DOOR, with less than an eight-inch dick! If girls were looking for mini-cock, they wouldn’t need dildos!"

The co-pilot, Murray, checked-on the auto-pilot, as he watched Tracy hump between the controls and his pilot, and hunker-up-and-down on his massive, throbbing, banded penis. "Jesus, Rod, if we were to crash into the side of Pike’s Peak, now, all they’d find was your ten-incher impaled up this girl’s wet pussy!"

"Well, at least the Flight Recorder wouldn’t tell tales out of school!", Rod responded, with a giggle, "And we’re a long ways from Colorado!", as he continued to nail Tracy, and they both encouraged each other on.

"OH, ya! Fuck me, baby!," Tracy yelled. "Fuck me with that beautiful, big hard, banded cock! This is your last fuck! Make it a good one! Shove that lovely ten meaty inches into me, and squirt me full of your juicy cum!" Tracy began a colossal orgasm, her vagina milking his impaling cock-meat, until it triggered his climax as well! Suddenly he started squirting bolt after bolt of hot sperm, into Tracy’s young, teen twat!

Dawn immediately picked-up on the cue, and eased onto the floor, in-front of the pilot’s seat, with her sinisterly, curve-bladed castration knife, and slipped the concave blade-edge, between the double-bands, at the very base of Rod’s giant penis. Dawn laughed and announced, "Jesus! This is the first time I’ve ever cut cock, with a big ‘ole floor-pedal up my ass!" As Dawn saw the big bolts of sperm, pumping up his shaft, from his pulsing balls, into her sister’s thirsty quim, she ripped the sharp blade, down through his vulnerable cock-meat, severing his imbedded shaft at the base, and, pulling-up on his packed scrotum, tore-through his ball-packed nut-sack and sperm cords, until he was totally emasculated! As his banded stub continued to shoot the last of his seed, Dawn pushed the base of Rod’s severed, remaining prick into her sister’s gushing twat, followed by his meaty balls, one-at-a-time, into Tracy’s tight slit, until there was nothing left of his prodigious manhood, but the final sperm, squirting four and five feet, out of his cockless urethra, and spraying cum all over the windshield, and the pilot’s instrument panel! Tracy sat there, smiling, on his lap, impaled by his huge, buried manhood, and looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, while the sperm from his neutered stub, sailed past her head, in an absolute rain of cum! .....

"NEXT!," she grinned, and got-up, leaning-over to stroke the hair of the co-pilot, Murray, with one hand, while she groped his bulging crotch, with the other.

"Wait-a-minute, Sis! Let me get the remains of the pilot out of your busy pussy first!, before you take-on another randy dick! You are too much! I don’t think even YOU can handle twenty-odd consecutive inches of cock up that tight, little teen-age coozie of yours!"

"HEY! I like to fuck! Call me a horny, teen-tart!," laughed Tracy.

"OH ..... What do you think they call you NOW?," questioned Dawn, with a cute wink, as she pulled Rod’s prodigious penis out of her sister’s quivering cunt, by his massive nuggies, until the entire apparatus emerged with a sucking, slurp-sound, as she deposited it into a new Pringles can, marked it, and stuck it into the refrigerator, along with Dwight’s goodies.

"OK, Murray! It’s SHOWTIME!," announced the still-horny Tracy, as she undid his belt, and unzipped his fly. When was Tracy NOT horny? Rod took-over the flight controls, complaining he couldn’t even see out the window, with all the dripping sperm, as Murray stood-up and climbed out of his pants and briefs, revealing an already-erect, long and thick penis, waving left and right. "Oh, I LOVE you guys!," swooned Tracy, gripping his vertical shaft in the middle, and squeezing it hard. "Who knew you flight jockeys, were all so well-hung? Oh well, the stewardesses, I suppose!," she grinned, coyly, as she answered her own question.

"Boy, will YOUR stewies be in for a surprise, when next they try to sample YOUR wares!," laughed Dawn, as she double-banded his monumental cock and balls. "I think your hot and horny afternoon lay-overs in Queens, are finished! Speaking of finishing, ...Tracy, hunker-down on this co-pilot’s lap, and make him earn his wings!"

"OK, I’m ready! I just wanted to give my randy, little beaver, a bit of a breather! ... Let’s DO it, dude! Lemme climb-aboard that beauty!"

"Be my guest, sweetie! My dick is YOUR dick! Have at it!" He held the base firmly, while Tracy gripped his seat arm-rests, and fitted her snug slit over his big glans, as Dawn helpfully held it open for her, while her sister slid down the hard, thick column of chilling, purple meat, until her young, hairless slit went all the way down to his double bands, and his entire manhood was lost from sight. Immediately, she began raising up and down on the stiff pole, pulling herself up, until it was almost out of her, then dropping-down her dead weight, until he drilled into her uterus, and crushed her stiff, erect clit, over and over again. Goose-bumps formed on her arms, and beautiful, full breasts, as her big nipples and puffy aureolas, stiffened to wine-cork size, and she crashed into a shuttering orgasm. Her milking vagina triggered-off Murray’s cum, as well, as Dawn began alternately squeezing his full balls, left, right ... left, right, pumping spray after spray of his hot sperm, deep into her sister’s randy twat.

"Well, Happy Thanksgiving!," hollered the eager Dawn, as she brandished the curve-bladed castration knife, "It’s time to carve the turkey!" She schrunched-down on the floor of the cockpit once-again, between the controls, and Murray’s busy crotch, getting another floor-pedal up her cute butt, as she applied the sinisterly concave blade to the very base of his gigantic prick, between the little green bands.

"Tracy!," she giggled ... "Are you sure Anastasia, or her Mum, The Grand Duchess, cut her twenty-one suitors this way?"

"Ya," laughed the naughty teen, "But they weren’t castrating pilots, in a cockpit, with brake-pedals up their ass!" The entire cockpit crowd broke-up at that! Tracy pleaded, "Will you get ON with this, sis, before he absolutely FLOODS my pookie with sperm! It’s pouring out of me, and his seat’s awash in it NOW!"

"Whoops ... sorrrrrry. I just got the giggles, over the picture! I’ll be good!" Dawn re-fitted the knife to the root of his heavy tool, took a deep breath, and with both hands, ripped the sharp knife down through his pumping manhood, severing the entire organ in one pull, as it remained stuffed, all the way-up Tracy’s gushing pussy! She then lifted-up his full, bulging ball-sack with her left hand, while she sliced through the tender flesh, sperm cords, and banded blood vessels, with her right hand, castrating his huge, full scrotum, away from his groin, in one yank, and hollered a thrilled, "Gotcha!"

Tracy arose from Murray’s now-featureless lap, her pussy packed with cock, and his huge, purple nutsack, hanging-down below her stiff clit, like two Christmas-tree balls, carelessly attached to the same branch! His tiny, banded cock-stub continued to spew-out the last of his sperm, all-over the plane’s wind-shield and instrument panel, completely obscuring the altimeter, air-speed gauge, direction compass, wing-level indicator, and many of the other important instruments, which were left dripping with sticky cum.

Dawn offered, "Here, let me drink down the rest of this geyser, before we’re flying-blind in here!," as she dove-down on his fountaining urethra-hole, and swallowed the rest of the orgasmic dregs. Finally his well ran-dry, as Dawn raised her cum-drenched face, grinned, and exclaimed, "Yummy! I’m a regular cum-junkie, I admit!"

As Tracy dropped Murray’s swollen, freshly-severed prick into another empty Pringles can, and marked it, Dwight got dressed, and took the three, stuffed Pringles cans, back to the flight attendants in the galley, to store in the fridge, along with Randy’s dick from the day before. Tracy looked-around the drenched cockpit, and suggested that the pilots get the flight attendants in here with some towels, to tidy-up the mess.

"OH YA!," laughed Rod, "They’ll be just RUSHING right in here, with towels! Once they see what’s in your Pringles cans, they may decide that douching-up pecker-tracks, out of this sperm-besotted cockpit, is not exactly in their job-description! I can hear the Union, NOW!"

"Well, SHAME on those hussies!" giggled the cute, little, twelve-year-old Dawn, as she and Tracy hugged each other, as they absolutely bent-over in laughter, joined by the newly-eunuchized flight crew!

"SHAME on them, if they can’t take a joke!," repeated Dawn, who was so horny by now, she was diddling her clit with her thumb and first finger, while her pinkie was in her pookie! "Look at your randy clit, Tracy, it’s so hard, it’s sticking an inch out of your twat! What do you say we give these horny hunks a thrill? As eunuchs now, they won’t be having many of THOSE jollies any more! Can I band it, like we did on the beach, and have you fuck me with it? I’ll still be a virgin, ‘cause it’ll take a nice big cock to pop my cherry, and I know you won’t let me do that ‘till I’m sixteen! Still, after watching you do these three hunks, I AM SO HORNY!" Dwight got back to the cabin, just in-time to hear that, as the pilots finished getting their pants back-on.

"OK!," grinned Tracy. "That WAS fun, back on the beach! Go ahead and band-up the elastrator, and do my erect clit! See how big and hard you can make it!"

Rod, the pilot, let out a whistle, as he checked-out her stiff clit, while he was trying to wipe some of the cum off his windshield, with a Kleenex, so he could later see to land! "OH YA! THAT’s totally hot! ... Do it!"

Dawn pressed the band-loaded elastrator over the top of her sister’s prominent clitoris, as she wiggled the erect, penis-like head, up-past the prongs and band, pulling the stiff, cylindrical meat, up through the tight band. Pushing the tool down to the very base of her hard clit, she released the handles, and pushed the prongs to the deep root of Tracy’s erect clit, with one hand, while pulling the stiff little shaft up with the other. Her randy organ shined in the cockpit lights, with it’s stretched skin, like the guys’ tightly-stretched penises. Dawn hollered, "Jesus! Look at that beautiful clit! It’s sticking more than two inches out of the hood, at the top of your wet slit! Sit on Dwight’s chair there, girl, and let me drop my horny pussy down on it, so you can fuck me with it!" The three guys shook their heads, in amazement, as Dawn fitted her vulva over her sister’s stiff clitoris, and settled-down on it, impaling her ripe, young pussy onto it’s stiff length, using her legs to rise up and down on it. When it was a little more than an inch into her, on the down strokes, she felt it pressing firmly up against her intact hymen. "Hey, c’mon sis! I want you to pop this pesky cherry for me! What do you guys think?," she asked the crew, who were lustily staring at the hot scene, of the the two young sisters' conjoined loins.  "Are you sorry now, you don’t have your pricks anymore, so you could jerk-off, as Tracy fucks me?"

"Damn straight!," replied Rod, with a laugh. "That’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen!" The other two stunned guys, nodded and agreed.

"C’mon, girl, I’m too hot to be a virgin anymore, OK?"

Tracy answered, "Hey, it’s YOUR cherry! Bust it if you want! I’ll never be able to stop you for another four years, anyway! I can see that!"

At that, the randy Dawn grinned, raised herself up to where the banded, purple head of her sister’s throbbing clit was right at the entrance to her young, twelve-year-old vulva. And, as the astonished guys held their breath, Dawn dropped straight down onto the stiff organ, as it ripped through her tender hymen, with an audible pop, and drove another inch, up into her virgin vagina! "Yikes! That hurt! ..... But at least that cherry is done for!" Dawn sat still, grinning, impaled on her sister, and panted as blood started seeping out of her pussy, at the base of Tracy’s throbbing clitoris.

"Sorry, sis," responded Tracy, "But you asked for it! Well, I guess you’re a woman, now, you little pre-teen tart!," Tracy added with a wink. Dwight offered Dawn a Kleenex, as she rose-up from her sister’s pulsing, bloody clit, and stuffed it into herself, while Dwight offered Tracy one as well. "Well, I think that’s enough action for YOU today, sweetie!," Tracy announced, while she tidied-up her clit. "You’re going to be a little sore down THERE for awhile!," She reached into her bag for the little cuticle scissors to cut the constricting elastrator band, off of her almost-numb, chilled, purple clit.

Dawn laughed, and began to pull-on her panty-free, micro, mini-skirt, and see-thru Armani blouse, revealing her voluptous breasts and stiff nipples, while Tracy dressed as well.

When the ensemble was fully-assembled, Dwight offered to take the two girls back to their seats. As he opened the cockpit door, and walked-out, Tracy and Dawn hunkered-down, and snuck-in behind him, giggling, and hoping to get to their empty seats unnoticed. Good luck! Every eye on the plane was on them, as they forced grins, gave silly little waves, and slipped-into their vacant seats, fully noticed!

When the plane finally touched-down, and reached the gate, in New York, less than a half-hour later, two of the cute, little blonde flight attendants, Brooke, and Haley, came down the aisle, from the galley, both bearing a Pringles potato-chip can in each hand, and delivered them to Tracy and Dawn, with knowing-grins on their faces. "I believe these ... ah ... chips, are yours, Ladies!," said Brooke, with a wink.  Haley hefted both her cans up and down a couple of times, exclaiming, "Boy! These sure must have been made from heavy potatoes! ..... ‘Must have been Idahos!"

"Well," added Brooke, with a big grin, I don’t know about "Ida" ... but I’ll go-along with the "hos" part!," as they both collapsed in laughter.

Tracy grabbed the four Pringles cans, and her sister, hustling her out of the plane, as she smiled, and said to the girls, "Well it surely was a memorable flight! ... Ahhhhh, you might want to ask the pilots, if they need some fresh towels up there!"