Daughter’s Slut Training
An Incestuous Harem Story
Chapter Nine: Brother’s Naughty Help
© Copyright 2017
Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Male/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen male/Teen females, Teen female Masturbation, Teen male/Teen female, Incest, Oral Sex, Creampie, Exhibitionism, Hot Wife, Cheating, Prostitution, Voyeurism
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Pete’s eyes bulged at my words. He trembled, staring at my naked tits swaying before him, his eyes drinking in their pillowy softness and how hard my brown nipples were. He licked his lips, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he struggled not to jizz in his pants.
Such a wanton thrill went through me to witness this young man, only sixteen, lusting for me. He had such hunger in his face. He wanted me so badly. I was old enough to be his mother. He was my daughter’s age. And he wanted to fuck me.
God, it made me so hot.
I trembled as I stood in my classroom, waiting for my high school student’s brain to work. He had to be a virgin. This was the first pair of live tits he’d ever seen. He was like Jalal when I had Leyla practicing sex with him. Just as cute as my baby boy. And just as in need of an education in how to please a woman.
“I got…” He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. “$43 on me!” He yanked out a bundle of crumbled bills, holding them out to me.
“Do these tits look like they’re worth so little?” I asked, putting all the offense into my tone as I could. I hefted them, feeling how soft they were in my hands as I cradled them before his face. I jiggled them. “You can do better.”
“I have another $170 in my PayPal account,” he groaned.
I knew about PayPal. Sort of. Both my sons had accounts to buy stuff on the internet. I shuddered, thinking Faizel could get me the money. “Good. I’ll give you the details where to send it when we finish.”
“Oh, god, oh, god,” he said as I took the bills from him and pushed them into my skirt’s pocket. “This is… This is really…”
“Breathe,” I purred. “You need to breathe, sweetie.”
“I’m just… Mrs. Umayyah… I… You’re just so hot! I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it.” I smiled at him as I slipped my skirt off my hips and unveiling the rather plain pair of panties I wore beneath, a soft cream color. Nothing exciting or racy that a MILF like me should wear to entice her students into an afternoon of passion.
This was so wrong, but it made me so wet. I needed to make up all the money I lost on my gambling addiction before my husband found out. And Pete was willing to pay $10 more than I was charging for Leyla’s cunt to the school’s pervy teachers.
I sat down on the edge of my desk as he stared at my crotch. I rubbed my hands down my stomach to my panties, my fingers playing with the waistband. He licked his lips again, staring at my pussy covered by my underwear with such hungry longing.
“Well?” I asked, snapping the waistband of my panties.
“Well, what?” he asked.
“Are you going to get over here and lick my pussy?” I shivered. “A woman needs to be buttered up before you slide your dick in her. You got to please her. Worship her like she’s a goddess. I’m no slut.” My daughter could just be fucked. But I needed to be pleasured. At this rate, I would make up the money I lost in a few weeks and my husband never had to know anything.
Pete groaned and then darted towards me. He fell to his knees before me, staring up at me with his dark, hungry eyes. His hands stroked my thighs, sliding down them to my panties. I shuddered at his touch, shivers racing down my flesh to my cunt.
I was being so naughty. But was this any different than helping out my sons. He was a student. I was his teacher. He had to learn things. Who better to teach him, and my other male students, all about sex than me? I would train the girls to be sluts and the boys to be studs.
I smiled at that, my pussy clenching.
And then I groaned as he reached my panties. He stroked the material, his face pressing closer and closer. He brushed the waistband, his fingers trembling. He stared up at me. I smiled back at him, giving him an encouraging nod.
He hooked my panties’ waistband. Drew them down.
I lifted my ass, a hot shiver racing through me. My big breasts jiggled at the bottom of my vision as I sat my naked rump on the desk. I pressed my thighs together as he pulled my panties down them. They passed my knees and down to my calves. Then off my feet.
I was naked with Pete. My pussy dripped juices. A hot puddle formed beneath me. His hands grabbed my knees. He trembled with his boyish enthusiasm. Then he pressed my thighs apart and gazed at my cunt.
“Mrs. Umayyah,” he breathed as he stared at my black bush soaked with my excitement.
“Is this your first live pussy you’ve seen?” I asked. “Because I know you’ve watched porn.”
I laughed. “Every boy does. You all stare at those sluts on the internet, dreaming of doing something with a real girl. Well, today you get a woman. And she needs you to press your face into her snatch and lick her pussy.”
I grabbed his soft, brown hair. I pulled him between my thighs. I loved how pliant he was, so willing to do what I wanted. I pressed his face right into my bush. He breathed in my musk, rubbing his lips and cheeks into my silky forest and against my hot pussy folds.
“Now lick,” I groaned. “Draw your tongue up my labia. Caress my pussy lips. Get me wet and excited.”
His first lick was hesitant, a light flick across my labia.
“No, be a man and dig that tongue through me,” I groaned, pressing his face harder into my snatch.
“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah.”
“Women like a man whose bold and eats their pussies with—” My eyes widened as his tongue swiped through my folds. He teased my labia and flicked my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. “Yes, Pete, like that. Be a man. Feast on my cunt.”
He groaned, loving the taste of my pussy. He licked again and again. His eyes stared up at me, watching my boobs bounce and shake. I moaned, letting him hear how much I loved his licking, encouraging him to keep at it. To give me such wondrous delight. I squirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Oh, yes, just like that,” I whimpered. “Mmm, you’re doing good. Oh, yes. Ooh, I love it.”
I squirmed and writhed, grinding my pussy on his hungry mouth. I shuddered, his tongue swiping across my pussy lips. I whimpered, leaning back and humping against him. Such delight surged through me.
He kept flicking my clit, batting my little nub as he lapped through my folds. He groaned again, his tongue growing in confidence. He attacked my pussy with boyish enthusiasm. His youthful passion sent rapture fluttering through my body over and over.
Giving me what I craved. What that whore Vicky Samuels received from her nephew Clint in the classroom next door.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, humping against his mouth. “Just like that. Ooh, I love it. You’re doing so great at it. Ooh, yes.”
“I am?” he asked.
“Don’t you hear me moaning?” I panted as his tongue lapped through me again. “And… Yes, that’s my clit. Pay attention to that for a few minutes.”
His fingers parted my folds. I felt his eyes on my little, pink bud. Then he flicked it with his tongue. I bucked hard, my breasts heaving before me. They slapped together as the pleasure surged through me. I leaned back on my elbows, squirming on my desk. My toes curled as he lapped at my clit again and again, flicking my bud.
“See?” I groaned. “See how much women like having their clits play with?”
“Yes!” he panted then sucked on my bud.
I bucked and heaved, loving his young enthusiasm. He sucked on my clit, nibbling on it. He drove me wild with the pleasure he generated. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such delicious delight surged through me. I groaned and gasped as he nibbled on my bud. He sucked on it. He had me squirming in rapturous delight.
I ground my pussy on his face. I smeared my flesh against his hungry mouth. Pleasure swelled in my pussy. But I felt so empty. I needed something in me. Probing me. Giving me one last bit of sensation to drive me over the edge into my pleasure.
“Finger my cunt now, Pete,” I groaned. “Jam two fingers into me. Fuck them in and out of me while licking my clit!”
“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned.
I gasped as he rammed two fingers into my cunt’s depths. He stirred me around while his tongue flicked and batted my clit. I gasped and spasmed. My eyes fluttered as the heat surged through my body. I fell back on my desk, my breasts bouncing. I seized them as I humped against his mouth, the pleasure rising in me.
His fingers churned my pussy to a hot froth. I squeezed my nipples as he sucked and nibbled on my clit. He was turning into such a pussy-eating stud. My thighs clamped about his head as he pleasured me.
“I’m going to cum, Pete,” I groaned. “You’re doing so well. You’re going to make me explode on that mouth.”
“Yes!” he exclaimed like he just beat a hard level in a video game.
He fluttered his tongue on my clit. He pumped those fingers so fast in and out of my cunt. My pussy drank in the friction, shooting it right to my core. The sparks from my clit splashed around his cock. My eyes widened at the pleasure he gave me.
And then it exploded out of me. Hot waves of delight surged through my body. I bucked and spasmed. The rapture burned through me so hot and fast. I groaned and whimpered. I bucked on the table as such hot rapture burned through me.
It was delicious. It was amazing. It had me groaning and gasping and shuddering in ecstasy. My ass bucked from the table. I smeared hot pussy juices across his face as my cream flooded out of my snatch.
“Pete, you stud!” I moaned. “Oh, you’re so good. You made me cum so hard.”
“I did?” he said in awe.
“Yes! Now you get to fuck me!” I hissed. “Get that dick out and ram it into my pussy. Time for you to become a real man!”
“Hell yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”
As I writhed in orgasmic bliss, he ripped his fingers out of my spasming snatch and fumbled at his jeans. In record time, thanks to his rampant teenage lusts, he had his dick out and lined up at my snatch. Just as my pleasure began to die down, the boy rammed his cock into me, igniting fresh delight in me.
I groaned as his dick slid into my pussy. He wasn’t as big as my sons or husband, but he still felt amazing in my snatch. A hot shudder ran through me as I took a dick that wasn’t Karim’s. I was such a naughty wife. So wicked right now.
But I was the best teacher.
“Mrs. Umayyah!” Pete howled at his first taste of pussy around his dick.
I drank in that look of awe in his face, my cunt clenching down on his cock. I savored it. I gave him this amazing moment. I shuddered, my thighs locking about his waist. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts.
“Fuck me!” I hissed as he squeezed my tits.
“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”
He drew back his cock through my tightly clenching pussy. I shuddered at the sensation of being filled. My cunt, still tingling from my first orgasm, drank in the friction. New pleasure swelled through me. I gasped as he rammed into me, driving his dick to the hilt in me. His pubic bone smacked my clit. Pleasure sparked from the nub.
He groaned, pulling back, his hits and slamming into me again. And again. He kneaded my tits as he fucked me. My student pounded my cunt with such passion. With such awe. His eyes burned as he squeezed my breasts, pistoning his dick over and over in my cunt.
“Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned. “Mrs. Umayyah, your pussy! It’s amazing!”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my snatch clenching down on his dick. “Keep fucking me. Keep ramming that dick into me.”
The desk rocked beneath me. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering on the desk as the pleasure burned so hot through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. His dick slammed into my depths. So hard. So deep.
I bit my lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled. I squeezed down on his dick. I whimpered out in rapture as he plunged his cock into me. His dick sawed in and out of me. He made me groan and gasp. He had me whimpering in utter delight.
“Oh, you’re amazing. You’re such a stud, Pete!” I hissed. “Fuck me! Make me cum on that dick again! That’s what a stud does! He makes his woman cum!”
“I am a stud!” he panted, his balls smacking over and over into me. “Mrs. Umayyah, I’ll make you cum!”
I humped into his thrusts. My pussy savored his dick pounding me. He fucked me so hard. That youthful passion surged through him. He tweaked my nipples as he loomed over me, his boyish face twisting in the rapture my pussy gave him.
My orgasm swelled and swelled. I savored it. I humped up against him, his flesh slapping mine. His cock invading my married cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on his dick. I whimpered, a purring moan that rose in my throat, aching to burst out of me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my body tensing. “You’re going to make me… CUM!”
My pussy writhed about his dick. I bucked and groaned as the ecstasy slammed through my body. Such hot rapture filled me. I whimpered and trembled, humping so hard against him. The rapture rippled through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I drank in the pleasure. The joy of teaching this teenage boy how to fuck rippled through me.
And getting paid to do it.
I squeezed my thighs so hard about his waist. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. I whimpered on the desk. It groaned and trembled beneath me. His face shone with awe as he felt my cunt massaging him.
“Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned and rammed his dick into me.
Hot cum spurted into me. I whimpered in rapture. My pussy milked his dick. He bucked atop me, twisting my nipples with his rough fingers. Pleasure burst through me. Another orgasm swept through my body.
This was wonderful. What a beautiful way to teach my students. I wanted to mold all the girls into my whores, all the boys into my studs. My back arched. My tits jiggled. Pleasure drowned my mind in possibilities.
“Mmm, I hope we’ll have another date, Mr. Townsend,” I said, shuddering on the table in the private study room in my high school’s library. His cum filled my pussy, making me feel like such a slut.
“Yeah,” he said, his back stiff. He didn’t look at me as he buttoned up his shirt. “I’m sure we will.”
“And it was worth the $200, right?” I asked, rubbing my dusky thighs together. My hands slid up my body, cupping my dusky, perky tits.
He shuddered, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out two crisp $100 bills. He threw them at me, the bills fluttering down onto my naked stomach, and then opened the door. He strolled out without saying a word. I stuck my tongue out after him. He didn’t have to be a dick now. Not after he fucked my sixteen-year-old pussy so hard while moaning his daughter’s name as he spurted into me.
I scooped up the bills, staring at them. Mom would have to make change to give me my cut. But I’d made $80 today. That was more than I’d make working a part time shift at a fast food restaurant. And far, far more pleasurable even with Mr. Townsend’s horrible attitude.
The door opened. I shuddered, eager to be caught naked. It was such a perverse thrill. I spread my legs wider apart, feeling Mr. Townsend’s cum leaking out of me and pooling on the table. My pussy faced the door, shaved and glistening and so well fucked.
Kimmy walked in.
My blonde friend was eager to make the plunge into slutdom. She already licked my pussy clean of my lunch date’s cum in the bathroom. And tomorrow night, she’d get her cherry popped fucking her father during our slumber party.
“I heard you moaning through the walls,” Kimmy said, the petite blonde’s cheeks bright red. “It sounded so hot. He really fucked you hard.”
“He did,” I said, quivering. “I even came.”
Her face fell. “Oh, so you don’t need me to…?”
“Eat my pussy and make me cum?” I asked. “I always need that!”
She beamed at me, flashing her braces at me. She was so cute with her blonde hair and fresh face. She had the look of that blushing virgin down so well. Even as a slut, she would still look so innocent. The teachers of our school would love to violate her. She’d make as much money as I was working for my Mom.
And she wasn’t the only one. Our two friends, Kendra and Izzy, were becoming sluts, too. Mom would put them to work tomorrow. It was so naughty.
“Take your dress off, Kimmy,” I said as she approached the table licking her lips. “I’ll eat your pussy, too.”
“Too?” she asked. “How can we both eat each other’s pussies?”
“Jeez, we’ll sixty-nine,” I said.
Her eyes widened. “That’s what sixty-nine means.” Then she groaned in understanding. “Because a nine is an upside down six.”
“You never knew?” I giggled. “I knew you were innocent, but, wow.”
“I was just too ashamed to ask what it meant,” she said, unbuttoning her dress. She pulled it over her head and exposed the plain, white schoolgirl bra cupping her small breasts and the matching, dainty panties hiding her treasures.
I licked my lips, so eager to see her naked body. Her blush deepened as she unhooked her bra. It was sooooo sexy watching her slip it off her shoulders. Then her small breasts came into view, topped by blushing-pink nipples.
“Those are so cute,” I said, my round breasts jiggling. “Ooh, I love your nipples, Kimmy.”
“Thanks,” she said, face still scarlet. She was still getting used to being a slut.
“Now the panties. I want to see that pussy!”
“Gosh, you are such a horndog, Leyla,” she said even as she hooked her fingers in her waistband.
“Yep,” I said with pride, my cum-filled pussy getting hotter and hotter. “Take it off, hot stuff!”
She shuddered, her small breasts jiggling, then thrust down her panties in one go, doing it as fast as possible. I shuddered, spotting the soft, golden bush adorning her pubic mound. It did nothing to hide the tight slit of her virgin pussy.
A shiver raced through me. I was about to eat cherry pie.
“So, I just climb on you?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “Yep. Straddle my head and lean over. I’ll eat you, you eat me, and we’ll both cum!”
“I like the sound of that.”
Kimmy climbed onto the table. It shifted and creaked. For a moment, my stomach lurched. She froze, both of us waiting for it to collapse. It didn’t. Nervous giggles burst out of our mouths. But we were also too horny to let that possibility stop us.
My friend threw her leg over me and straddled my head. I stared up at her pussy, her juices already glistening on her golden pubic hair. She leaned over my body, and I grabbed her firm rump. I pulled her pussy down to my hungry mouth.
She nuzzled into my shaved pussy. I nuzzled into hers. We ate each other.
We both moaned as we ran our tongues through the other’s pussy. Her braces rubbed on my labia as she gathered Mr. Townsend’s cum out of my shaved snatch. I shivered, loving having my pussy cleaned. I wanted her to lick me clean after Daddy has fucked me.
That would be hot.
I licked across her tight slit, gathering her sweet cream. She whimpered as I brushed her hymen covering the entrance to her pussy. I nuzzled against it with my tongue, feeling the little holes in it. That made her squirm atop me, smearing her juicy cunt across my lips. My nipples throbbed on her belly as she moved, sending tingles down to my cunt.
She tasted so good. And her silky pubic hairs tickled my lips, cheeks, and nose. I breathed in her musk as I lapped at her snatch from clit to her hymen. I wanted to thrust into her depths, to pop her cherry with my tongue. But her father would get that treat. Deserved that treat.
Shame I didn’t give my pussy’s cherry to Daddy. But he got my anal cherry.
“Oh, Leyla,” she groaned, squirming her hips, grinding her pussy on my face. “Oh, wow, that’s nice.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my tongue fluttering through her tight folds.
I nuzzled at her clit peeking out of her plump vulva, sucking and nibbling on hit. She squealed atop me, shuddering and squirming her pussy on my face. I loved it. My tongue fluttered around it, driving her tongue so deep into my snatch.
She swirled it through my sheath, gathering more and more of Mr. Townsend’s cum out of me and sending delight surging through my body. I trembled, massaging her rump as we feasted on each other, my orgasm building and building.
“Oh, Kimmy, you’re a natural pussy licker,” I groaned.
“It’s easy when you taste so good,” she grinned. “Oh, gosh, I can’t believe I said that.”
“No, no, that’s good. Be a slut, Kimmy! Embrace it. You love eating cum-filled pussies, and there’s nothing wrong with that!”
“I do!” she panted.
Her tongue jammed into my pussy again. Her braces rubbed rough on my labia. I trembled, drinking in the delight as I sucked on her clit. I trembled and groaned, my pleasure building and building in me. My fingers dug into her firm butt-cheeks, the heat surging.
But Kimmy came first.
She bucked atop me. Her sweet juices flooded out of her snatch and across my face. She bathed me in her passion. I loved it. I moaned, licking it up as she groaned into my cunt. She trembled atop me as her rapture rippled through her.
“Yes, yes, yes, Leyla!” she gasped as the door opened. “Oh, my god!”
I didn’t know who entered the room, but just knowing someone caught us set me off. As Leyla sat up, planting her cumming pussy tight on my mouth, pleasure burst through me. My entire body convulsed, my orgasming cunt aimed right at the door. My snatch spasmed hard. Juices squirted out of me. I ejaculated. I felt them as I writhed, heard them splash the table and floor.
“Oh, damn,” a familiar voice groaned.
“Jalal, don’t look at my breasts,” Kimmy quivered.
“I..” The door creaked like it was closing.
“No, get in here, Jalal,” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “And Kimmy, show him your boobies.”
I couldn’t see anything, not with Kimmy squirming on me. But I pictured my younger brother’s eyes so wide behind his glasses as he watched Kimmy’s tight, teenage titties bouncing as she squirmed on my face. He’d lick his lips, his dick growing so hard.
And an idea popped into my head. I shuddered, loving how naughty it was.
My orgasm peaked in me. I heard Jalal’s heavy breathing and Kimmy’s panting moans. She squirmed on my mouth, smearing her hot pussy across my lips as she quivered. My pleasure died down as I smiled.
“Okay, Kimmy, you can get off me now. And don’t get dressed. It’s time for your first slut lesson with a boy.”
“With me?” Jalal asked, his voice so tight.
“With him?” gasped my friend at the same moment.
“Yes,” I groaned as Kimmy climbed off of me. I sat up and saw the awe in Jalal’s face as my younger brother followed Kimmy’s bouncing tits. Then my gaze dropped to his cock bulging in his pants.
This would work.
“But, what about tomorrow night?” Kimmy asked. “You know…”
“What’s tomorrow night?” Jalal asked.
“Nothing,” I told him. “Now, Kimmy, there’s plenty you can do with a guy that doesn’t require you to do that.”
“Oh,” she said, shivering. Then realization crossed her face. “Oooh.”
“Yep. We made my little brother hard, and a good slut takes care of a man when she does that to him,” I said, sliding to the edge of the pussy-stained table then hopping off before my brother. His eyes fell on my bouncing breasts. “Want to help Kimmy practice her cock-sucking, little brother?”
“Yes!” he said with such enthusiasm. He glanced at Kimmy again, licking his lips.
Did my brother have a crush on her?
“Come here, Kimmy,” I said, kneeling down before my brother.
She joined me on the floor, her face smeared with my pussy juices. She licked her lips, tasting my tangy musk. She stared up at my little brother with those dewy, blue eyes, her face still blushing. She had that porcelain beauty Faizel, my older brother, always sought out in his girlfriends.
“Now unzip him and pull out his dick,” I purred, my pussy clenching, feeling so wicked for helping my friend out.
She nodded her head. Her hands pulled down my brother’s zipper. It made a metallic rasp as she drew it down. She shivered, squirming beside me as his cock bulged in his cotton boxers, straining to break out. She pulled down his jeans some then took a deep breath as she hooked his boxers.
I trembled, eager for her to witness her first real, live cock and not a picture out of a health textbook. This wouldn’t be flaccid, but hard and pointing right at her face. She jerked down his boxers. His cock flopped out before us.
“Oh, wow,” she said, eyes bulging. “That…fits in you, Leyla?”
My brother’s smile grew and a cocky look crossed his face.
“Yes, it does,” I said, grabbing my brother’s cock. “And it will fit in you, too.” I pressed my cheek against hers, feeling my pussy juices sticky on her face. “Now grab his dick by the base and lick the tip. Like this.”
I flicked my tongue across my brother’s dick, gathering a drop of precum off the swollen end. My brother sucked in a breath and adjusted his slipping glasses. I loved the salty taste, a preview of the true delight to come.
Kimmy gabbed his cock, took a deep breath, and flicked her tongue about his dick. My brother groaned louder. His fist clenched as the pleasure shot through him. His dick twitched in our hands as Kimmy shivered beside me.
“Taste good, right?” I asked her.
She licked his cock again, gathering another drop of my little brother’s precum on the tip of her mouth. She pulled it back in, eyes considering. “Yeah. It’s nice. Will his cum taste like that?”
“Stronger,” I said. “And better.”
Then I fluttered my tongue on one side of my brother’s dick. A moment later, my friend joined me. Jalal groaned, staring down at us two sluts pleasing his dick. He had to be in heaven right now. Two teenager whores pleasing his dick, just wanting to make him happy.
My tongue brushed Kimmy’s as we pleasured him. It was so naughty to caress her tongue as we swirled around my little brother’s cock. His precum flowed more, staining our tongues and lips as we pleasured him.
“Kimmy!” Jalal groaned, staring at my friend with such hunger in his eyes.
Oh, yes, he had such a crush on her. How cute.
I nibbled on the side of my brother’s cock, right where the helmet met the shaft. He sucked in a deep breath, pleasure crossing his face. Kimmy did the same on the other side. She nibbled on it, and Jalal’s eyes widened.
“Her braces…” he groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s… different.”
“Is it…good?” my friend asked, her voice tight, staring up at Jalal.
“Yeah,” he beamed at her. “You’re, uh, you’re doing a great job. Really loving it.”
Kimmy blushed so deeply. Then she sucked on the edge of his cock again. I giggled in delight and joined her. Our tongues flicked and flowed across his dick, making him groan and squirmed. Our lips brushed each other and our tongues caressed the others as we pleasured him.
And then we were kissing each other around the tip of his dick. It was so hot. I was having so much fun sucking a dick with my friend. My pussy clenched as a hot delight rippled through me. Our tongues fluttered together, batting each other. I shivered, my heart thudding away in my chest as we loved each other and my little brother.
Then I pulled away. “Now for the fun part. Sucking on it.”
“I thought we were sucking on it,” Kimmy said, blinking her eyes, glossy with her excitement.
“This is sucking!” My mouth opened wide. I engulfed my brother’s dick.
He groaned, “Leyla, yes!”
“Oh, my gosh,” gasped Kimmy.
She stared at me as I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing. Precum coated my tongue as I nursed my little brother’s dick. I bobbed my mouth, my lips sealed tight. My pussy clenched at the thrill of blowing him while my friend watched.
My tongue danced around the crown of his dick as I drew back my mouth. My lips slid over the crown of his dick then I popped off. His dick, now completely soaked in saliva, bobbed in the air before our faces.
“That’s how you suck a cock!”
“Yes!” groaned my brother, staring down at Kimmy. “It would be great if, you know, you sucked mine, Kimmy.”
While her blush had never really gone away, it deepened right now. She nodded her head, grabbed his dick with both her hands, and opened wide. Her braces flashed on her teeth as she engulfed the crown of my brother’s dick and sucked.
“Now you want to keep your teeth from biting him or scraping his dick,” I told her as her cheeks hollowed. “And have your tongue sweep around the crown. He’ll like that.”
“Oh, yes, just like that, Kimmy,” groaned Jalal. “You’re doing great.”
Kimmy shuddered and sucked again.
“Now bob your mouth down his shaft,” I told him. “You’ll want to be sucking the entire time. Pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck him. He’ll love it.”
My little brother did. His face twisted in rapture as she bobbed her mouth up and down his dick. I shoved my fingers between my legs, strumming my clit. Such pleasure rippled through me. I shivered, squirming my hips. The delight shot through me.
Then I jammed my fingers into my twat. I let out a purring moan, plunging my digits in and out of my steamy cunt while watching my friend suck my brother’s dick. Kimmy had drool running down her chin as she slurped and sucked.
“Oh, Kimmy, that’s amazing,” he groaned like he’d never had his dick sucked by me before. “Oh, wow, that’s so hot.”
“Make him cum,” I groaned, such naughty sounds coming between my legs, pleasure shivering through me. “I want you gulping down his cum. Sluts swallow. And you’re a slut now.”
Kimmy moaned and shivered.
Her sucking sounds had my pussy drooling in excitement. My orgasm built fast as she bobbed her mouth. Her blonde hair swayed about her shoulders. My brother groaned, his dusky hands sliding through her golden curls.
Then he gripped her hair. His body shook. His face twisted with pleasure. He groaned her name as he flooded her mouth with his jizz. My snatch tightened on my fingers as her eyes widened. She gasped in shock.
And then she swallowed.
“Yes, yes, yes, swallow his cum like a good slut,” I whimpered, curling my fingers along my pussy wall and—
Pleasure exploded through me. I rubbed this spot in my pussy and rapture surged through me. Was this my G-spot? It had to be. It felt amazing. I massaged it harder and harder as Kimmy worked her throat. Rapture rippled out of me.
I came massaging this amazing spot.
As Jalal moaned his pleasure and Kimmy swallowed his cum, rapture boiled through my brain. I loved my life as a slut. I was so glad Kimmy joined me. Stars danced before my eyes as I whimpered out in rapture.
“Kimmy,” my brother panted as ecstasy boiled my mind. “You are awesome!”
I shuddered in delight.
Later, I thought about what had happened as I drove Jalal and me home in my car. I normally drove him home from high school, part of the deal that let me get my own car. He had his after school chess club. Mom couldn’t do it because she never knew how late she’d have to stay grading papers. I kept glancing at my little brother as he stared out the window, not on his phone like usual.
Or ogling me.
“Thinking about Kimmy?” I asked.
“What?” he asked, jumping. He looked almost like a startled dear. “No.”
I gave him a grin. “Come on, you can tell me, little brother. She’s cute.”
“Yeah, you were. I mean, she sucked your cock today. She swallowed your cum. You loved it.”
A slow smile crossed his lips. “Yeah, I guess.”
“How long have you had a crush on her?”
His eyes widened again, that gleam of panic shining in them. “Never.”
I gave him a look. It didn’t last long because I had to pay attention to my driving. “You have. I bet for a year, right? Every time she came over, I bet you were thinking about her.”
“I wasn’t,” he said, not looking at me.
“It’s okay to have a crush on an older girl. There’s nothing wrong with it. She’s only got two years on you. And with how innocent she is, you’re practically the same maturity.”
He shifted his shoulders.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to talk about this, little brother. I just helped her suck your cock.” I turned onto the street we lived on. “And after tomorrow night, I’ll help you get into her pussy.”
“Really?” he said with such enthusiasm.
“Really,” I nodded. I made the turn into our driveway. I stopped the car, put it into park, and pulled the emergency break. “So, how long?”
“I don’t know. A while.” He shrugged. “She’s just so… so…”
“Cute,” I said. “The way she blushes. You like that porcelain skin, right?”
He nodded his head.
Feeling naughty, I sprang over the center console, shifting around, smacking my head against the ceiling in the process, and straddled his waist. “So you’re saying you don’t like my dusky skin, little brother?”
I ground my crotch on his jeans. I wasn’t wearing panties and savored the rough feel of his denim. His cock sprang hard as he groaned, staring at my half-unbuttoned blouse and my round breast jiggling before him.
“I do,” he groaned. “But you’re my sister.”
“Who you perved on,” I grinned. “And you’re growing so hard.”
“You don’t love your sister.”
“You just fuck me like a slut,” I grinned and shoved my hand down to his crotch, my pussy on fire. I unzipped his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his cock. “Don’t you? You enjoy my tight pussy sliding up and down your dick.”
“Uh-huh,” he groaned as I lifted up and brought his cock to my pussy. We were right in the driveway. One of our neighbors jogged past. If he looked, he might have realized how naughty we were being. Catch our incestuous passion.
“Mmm, you just love it when your older sister does this.”
He groaned as I slammed my wet cunt down his hard shaft. I whimpered, my brother’s dick filling my cunt to the hilt. I trembled on him, squirming my hips around his dick. I stared into his eyes, loving the lust shining in there.
“I’ll help you date Kimmy,” I groaned. “If you want that. If you don’t mind dating a slut.”
“Why would I mind?” he panted as I slid my pussy up his shaft. “You and mom are sluts.”
I shuddered. Mom was a slut. But I would keep her secret from Daddy since she only slept with my brothers. “We are. So you like having sluts in your life. Do you want to see Kimmy fuck another guy?”
He gave me a slight nod of his head, his cheeks darkening with a blush.
“You’re so cute,” I squealed, my pussy clenching on his dick as I rode him.
The car rocked as I bounced my cunt up and down his cock. I groaned, loving the incestuous pleasure, the naughty risk of enjoying my little brother where anyone could catch us. I pumped my hot cunt up and down his dick, clamping down my cunt around his shaft.
He groaned, grabbing my ass through my skirt, squeezing me as the pleasure swelled through me. Another car drove by. Did they notice my car rocking in the driveway? Did they think I was having sex in here? Did they have any idea it was with my little brother? That I was a depraved slut who fucked her family?
“Oh, yes, Jalal,” I whimpered. “I’ll set you up with Kimmy! Mom wants me to record tomorrow night. I’ll show you the video of Kimmy losing her cherry.”
“Yes!” he groaned, squeezing my ass. “Leyla, you’re the best sister ever!”
“I am!” I breathed, my pussy clenching on his dick. “How many sisters fuck their brothers?”
I rode him harder and faster. My head bumped into the ceiling as I rode him. The car rocked more and more, the shocks creaking. Such passion burned through my pussy. Such delicious delight. I groaned and shuddered, swirling my hips and stirring his dick through my pussy.
The incestuous pleasure surged through me. I loved feeling my little brother in me. It was almost as exciting as riding Daddy’s cock. He groaned and gasped. His face twisted with pleasure as I massaged his dick with my hot cunt.
“Leyla!” he groaned.
“Do it,” I whimpered. “Cum in me!”
Another car drove by. Did our neighbor look at us? Did they notice my face bobbing up and down over the passenger seat? I hoped so. My lusts were on fire. My pussy clenching down on his dick, so eager for my little brother’s cum to spurt in me.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He gasped my name as I slammed down his dick. Then his cum spurted into me. His hot, delicious cum filled my snatch. I groaned and whimpered. The hot jizz pumped over and over into me. The spunk filled me to the brim.
I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. My pussy spasmed about his dick, milking out his cum as my incestuous rapture surged through me. I drank it in, quivering atop him. The car rocked so hard.
And then went still as I collapsed panting against my brother, the rapture breathing through me.
“I promise you’ll get that date with Kimmy,” I whispered in his ear as his dick softened in me, leaving me so wonderfully full of his cum.
“You’re the best,” he panted.
I beamed. Thanks to being a slut, I felt so close to my little brother. Incest was such a wonderful thing.
After Pete left, I didn’t go straight home. I headed for the mall. Trembling, I marched towards a store I had dismissed in the past as place for whorish American women. But I needed something special for tomorrow night. Carter, Kimmy’s brother, was renting my body for the entire night. I couldn’t just show up in my boring panties.
That was good enough for Pete, but not for a stud like Carter.
I took a deep breath, staring at Leonora’s Treasures, the mannequin wearing this dainty negligee made of such thin material, so sheer it hid nothing, instead enhancing it. I imagined Carter eyes widening in awe when he saw me. He would worship my pussy and fuck me all night long.
I needed his full attention on me so Leyla could film Kimmy losing her cherry to her dad.
So I would use a little bit of the money Leyla had made for me to buy a few things. You had to spend money to make it. I shuddered as I sauntered into the store, my eyes flicking from one sultry outfit to the next.
So many things to choose from. So many beautiful things to wear. I didn’t even know where to begin.
“Need help, Mom?”
The deep voice made me shudder. “Faizel!” I gasped, spinning around to face my eldest son, my heart thudding. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same thing of you,” he said, his face so handsome, chin chiseled, eyes intense.
“Just…buying a few things. To make your father happy.”
“Right,” he said. “Dad.” He grabbed a skimpy thong off the wall, dangling it from his finger. All black lace. “But you look a little lost. Maybe you need a man’s opinion on what to wear.”
To be continued…
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