Daughter's Slut Training 06

All the orgasms she would get.

All the men she would please.

So many things to show her.

"Leyla!" she gasped, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"See, it's amazing!"

She whimpered again, her body convulsing a final time.

My pussy on fire, I stepped back. I brought my fingers to my lips. She stared at me through lidded eyes, watching as I licked her sweet pussy off my digits. I savored her musk, my tongue swirling around them like they were small dicks.

My free hand hiked my skirt, revealing my panties.

"Now it's your turn."

Kimmy bolted.

Before I could stop her, she burst out of the stall. I shuddered, crying out her name, but she was gone. I caught just a glimpse of her blonde hair flying behind her as she fled the bathroom entirely.

"Oh, no," I groaned, my stomach twisting. I didn't mean to frighten the poor thing.

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

Clint's eyes were on me as I lectured about math. I felt him ogling my big breasts. Even in my conservative blouse, their size stretched out the material. He was such a handsome, young man. Sitting back-straight, tall, his shoulders broad. He had a chiseled face and intense, dark eyes that hungered for me.

I had seen him naked, his muscles rippling as he drove his big cock in and out of his women's mouths, pussies, and assholes. He used his sluts in every way possible. He had a harem, all related to him by blood.

"So how is this equation useful?" I asked, pointing at the chalk board, my pussy growing so hot.

It wasn't just Clint staring at me. I felt the other young men I taught lusting for me. Evan and Vince and especially Pete. A depraved tremble went through me. How had I never noticed their attention before? The way their eyes followed me as I walked back and forth showing far more interest in my breasts than the girls in the classroom.

They lusted for me. Was I a MILF to them? A mother they'd like to fuck?

A naughty tingle ran through me. Ever since President Carver rubbed his cock on my cunt, I'd been horny. Masturbating while watching him sodomize my daughter didn't help. The desire had built in me through my last two classes.

And now to realize all the boys were ogling me. I knew young men fantasized about fucking their hot teachers. I just never thought of myself as one of them. Now a slut like Vicky Samuels, Clint's aunt, I could see them lusting after. The way she dressed, her big tits on display in low-cut blouses, designed to make her students pant after her like little puppies.

I inspired that same lust.

"That's correct," I said, teaching on autopilot. I turned around, staring at the chalkboard. I picked up a piece to make a mark on the equation when I hesitated. Then, quickly, I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, creating a delicious cleavage of my dusky flesh.

Feeling so depraved, I modified the equation.

I whirled around, my big breasts swaying in my blouse, Clint's eyes hungry on my cleavage. Pete's almost bulged out of his skull, his fists clenching. "Now do you see how we can use this equation?"

All the boys drooled over me. How much would these young men pay, hypothetically, to have sex with their teacher?

My pussy clenched.

* * *

Leyla Umayyah

For once, I didn't have to wait around the campus while my younger brother, Jalal, fucked around with his chess club. I drove him home as soon as classes ended. He was so eager for our special training. I had no idea what it was. I was even more shocked to see that Mom and my older brother Faizel had beat us home from college.

"We are going to have so much fun with you," Jalal grinned, his hand rubbing at my panties as I drove. He shoved it between my thighs the moment he got in the car.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, my pussy dripping with excitement, my asshole a sticky mess with President Carver's drying cum. "What are you training me on?"

He just grinned at me and ripped his hands from beneath my skirt. He pushed up his glasses on his slender, boyish face, then darted out of the car. I shivered, turning off the engine. I followed him to the door, my body trembling.

Faizel was already naked when I walked in, stroking his hard cock. Mom had the camcorder in hand, a big grin on her face. Jalal pulled off his shirt, revealing his body, skin darker than mine. He had a slender build, not the muscular strength of our older brother. Faizel inherited our father's manly form while Jalal was a more sensitive boy, smart and shy.

And so horny.

"It's time for you to learn to please two men, slut," Mother purred.

My pussy clenched. "Yes, mother."

Faizel sprang from the couch. I gasped in shock as he seized my black hair. "Come here, you little slut," he growled, throwing me down to the floor. His dominance just made me so wet. He and Jalal stood over me, their dicks so hard. "Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes."

"Yes!" I panted, my body responding to his confidence, my pussy growing so hot and wet.

Mom let out an envious groan, the camera trained on me. I had a feeling she would offer videos of my whorish behavior to my clients, too. I trembled, my nipples so hard as I ripped off my blouse, not even bothering to unbutton it all the way. My youthful breasts sprang out.

Jalal seize my right one, squeezing hard. "That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today."

"Yum," I moaned as I worked off my skirt, difficult since I was on my knees.

But I managed to get the skirt and my stained panties off. I trembled, Jalal letting go of my tits. Their cocks bobbed before me, both so thick and hard. Faizel's edged out Jalal's in size by just a bit, but they both had inherited Dad's prowess. Precum beaded their tips.

Acting on instincts, I seized both their dicks, stroking them, pulling their tips close to my slutty lips. I shuddered, fisting them as Mom filmed. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs, more cum leaking out of my asshole.

I sucked Faizel's dick into my mouth first. He was the eldest, after all.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his muscular chest rippling as I sucked on his thick dick. My tongue bathed the tip, loving the flavor of his precum.

But I didn't ignore my little brother. My hand flew up and down his dick, making him groan. He pushed up his glasses as his face twisted with pleasure. I shuddered, feeling like such a slut. I sucked harder on Faizel's dick, making him grunt in delight.

Then I switched. My lips popped off my older brother's dick and swallowed my younger brother's cock. Jalal let out a gasp of delight. I sucked and slurped on his shaft, fisting my older brother's prick hard. I pumped my hand up and down his girth as I pleasured Jalal.

"Such a sweet sister," Jalal groaned.

"Yes, she is," Faizel panted. I switched cocks again and he groaned, "Fuck, yes, little sis. Suck my dick. We're going to fuck that whore-body of yours so hard."

"So hard," Jalal echoed.

Their words made me so hot. I fisted their cocks, going back and forth between them, Sucking, slurping, pleasing. My saliva dripped down my chin and ran down their shafts to my pumping hands. Their dicks throbbed in my hands to the rhythm of their passionate hearts, Jalal's beating faster.

I savored the flavor of their precum staining my lips. I trembled, my pussy growing so hot and juicy. More and more cream ran down my thighs. The itch swelled in me. I wanted to touch myself, but my hands were busy.

Mom filmed it all.

"That's it," grunted Faizel, his chest rippling as he trembled. "Damn, baby sis, what a slut. We're going to drench your face in cum."

"Drench your face," panted Jalal, his eyes wild behind his glasses. "Oh, yes! Just cover you! Such a slut."

"I am!" I moaned as I switched dicks.

I could feel their passion mounting. Their pleasure building. Such whorish desires surged through me. I stroked their cocks faster and faster, switching their dicks with such speed. I hardly sucked more than once, my head whipping back and forth, my hair dancing about my shoulders in sweeping arcs of silk.

Then, by some instinct burgeoning in my hot cunt, I pulled my lips from both. I aimed my brothers' dicks at my face. I stroked their dicks as fast as I could. I stared up at them, seeing the pleasure in their faces. The building passion. I knew their cum boiled in their balls.

"Cum on my face, brothers!" I howled. "Drench me in your jizz! Let it splatter all over my skin."

"Yes," Mom hissed, the camera aimed right at my face, ready to catch my dusky features painted in pearly, incestuous cum.

"Do it!" I snarled, so lost to my depraved lusts. "Drench me, brothers!"

"You fucking whore!" grunted Faizel.

His dick erupted first. Hot cum spurted from his cock, splashing the left side of my face. I shuddered, the hot cream rippling over my features. Then Jalal, letting out a grunt, copied his older brother.

His cock spurted incestuous jizz.

I moaned, opening my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue to catch my brother's salty cream. They bathed my face. Ropy lines painted across my cheeks and forehead. Spunk ran down the bridge of my nose, soaked my eyebrows. More splattered my hair, matting down my curls. I felt each pulse shoot down their cocks before jizz splashed on my face.

I loved it.

I moaned with such lust.

I savored the flavors of their mixing jizz. My tongue flashed out of my mouth, whipping around my lips to gather every drop of their spunk I could. They both grunted as I fisted them. I squeezed out the last drops onto the tip of my tongue.

"What a whore, baby sis."

"Yes, a whore," echoed Jalal.

"I am," I groaned, my mouth full of cum. More ran down my body. "And I love it!"

I released their cocks. They stayed hard as they watched me scoop cum off my face, bringing it to my greedy lips. I felt Mom watching me, her eyes smoldering. Did she hunger to lick the jizz off my face. Was she truly a slut like me, just pretending she wasn't.

The way she ate my pussy...

"Damn, baby sis," Faizel groaned as I dragged my fingers up my cheek, gathering more pearly jism on them. I popped them in my mouth as he stroked his own dick. Their cum coated my face, my neck. Some even ran down to my breasts. "What do you say, brother? Do we fuck this whore hard?"

"Yes," Jalal groaned.

"Just like we talked about," Faizel grinned. "Take control of the slut. Show her who's in charge."

"You are," I breathed, my fingers scooping up cum off my neck and popping the salty treat into my mouth.

Jalal groaned. Then he fell to his knees and grabbed my hair. I squeaked in pain, my pussy clenching hard, as he pulled me over him. He sank onto his back. I ended up straddling him, my pussy rubbing on my brother's hard dick.

An incestuous thrill ran through me.

"Fuck that cunt down my dick, sister," he growled, sounding so strong and authoritative. Even with his glasses on, his face transformed into such manly power.

I loved it.

Mom whimpered, still filming but with only one hand, the other digging her skirt into her crotch, fingering her hot pussy through her clothing.

How would Dad react if Mom was a slut?

"Fuck my cock, slut!" Jalal snarled, seizing my nipple and twisting hard.

The pain shocked me into motion. A wet, wanton moan rose from my throat as I seized his dick. I lifted up on my thighs, guiding him to my dripping pussy. Then, with a loud groan, I impaled myself down his incestuous shaft.

My brother filled my pussy. He reached deeper in me than President Carver. I whimpered, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, his thick bush rubbing on my clit. My body contorted. My asshole clenching, forcing out more cum from the depths of my bowels.

"Look at that," Faizel grunted as I rose on our little brother's dick. "The whore's already been fucked in the ass today."

"Yes, she's such a slut," Mom moaned, fingers digging so hard into her crotch. "Fuck her asshole."

My eyes widened as Faizel knelt behind me. "Two cocks? At the same time?"

"Just like a slut would enjoy," Faizel said. "Right, Mom?"

"Of course," she answered, her voice tight and breathless.

I trembled, my pussy clenching hard on Jalal's cock as our older brother rubbed the tip of his dick against my asshole. He pressed against my sphincter, the president's cum lubing the way for him to slip in with ease.

His drove me down Jalal's dick. My eyes widened. Two cocks were in me. They filled me to the hilt. I whimpered, squirming on them. Both my holes stuffed with my brothers' shafts. Pleasure radiated out of me, two different but delicious flavors of euphoria. The silky, wet heat from my pussy and the rough, velvety fire from my asshole.

And then Faizel fucked me.

"Oh, yes!" I howled, my head snapping back, my body pressing into Faizel's muscular chest. "That's... That's... Wow!"

My hips moved by whorish instinct. I found a rhythm with my older brother's hard, forceful strokes. I moved on both their dicks. My pussy slid up and down Jalal's cock as Faizel sodomized me with his powerful thrusts. His balls smacked my taint, slamming me down Jalal's shaft.

My little brother groaned. His hands seized my tits, squeezing hard. His face twisted with pleasure as he enjoyed the delight of my pussy. My hips danced, stirring both their dicks through my holes as the euphoria surged through me.

It reached my mind.

"Oh, yes! Oh, that's so good. Fuck me, brothers! Fuck my whorish holes!"

"Yes, yes, yes," hissed Mom. "Plow the little slut. Fill her with your cum!"

"We will, Mother," Jalal groaned, fingers finding my nipples, twisting.

Pleasure shot from my nipples to my pussy and asshole. Two different fires drank in the sensations. My cunt and bowels clenched down on their shafts. Incestuous rapture raged inside of me. My orgasm swelled and swelled as my brothers' cocks reamed my body over and over.

Flesh slapped against flesh. My crotch into Jalal, my ass into Faizel. Every stroke of their dicks swelled my rapture. It grew and grew inside of me. It promised to engulf me. To bury me in a tsunami of incestuous ecstasy.

"What a slut," grunted Faizel, pounding my asshole harder, increasing the wonderful friction.

"A slut," Jalal groaned, twisting my nipples so hard.

"I am!" I whimpered, my head swaying, my body growing drunk on pleasure. "I'm going to... Yes!"

My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks. Rapture surged through me. Ecstasy hammered my mind. My body convulsed between them. I spasmed out of control as their dicks filled my holes over and over. They fucked me, Jalal thrusting upward as our brother thrust downward. Their dicks slammed into my cunt and bowels over and over.

And that kept me cumming.

Rapture raged through my body. I squealed and gasped, beyond words, beyond thoughts. There was only the press of our flesh. My brothers' dicks filling my cunt with their incestuous lusts. Their thick, long cocks reaming to the depths of my twat and bowels. They filled me over and over.

I loved it.

I drank it in.

I never wanted it to stop.

"Fuck that little slut," hissed Mom, trembling, a stain spreading across her skirt as she rubbed her pussy through it. "Plow her! Cum in her!"

"Yes, Mom!" Jalal groaned, his face twisting with pleasure.

"We'll dump so much jizz into our slut-sister!" Faizel grunted, ramming that cock into my spasming bowels, driving my convulsing pussy down Jalal's dick.

"Yes!" I whimpered, quivering, another orgasm surging through me. Stars danced before my vision. "Cum in me, brothers!"

This time, Jalal came first. He grunted, thrusting upward as Faizel's stroke drove me downward. Our flesh slapped together. Then his cum spurted into my hungry cunt. I groaned, my little brother's spunk filling my twat.

A moment later, Faizel groaned. His hands squeezed my hips. His dick unloaded into my asshole, adding more spunk to my bowels' depths. I quivered, both my brothers' jizz pumping into my holes. I whimpered in orgasmic rapture.

And the camera captured it all. Immortalized my whorish pleasure.

I found the lens, staring into it as my rapture burned through me. I grinned at it, so proud I pleasured both my brothers at the same time. That I used both my holes at once to make them cum. I only wished Dad was here, his cock filling my mouth.

All three of my holes used at the same time by the men in my life. The men I loved.

"What a slut!" Mom hissed as my orgasm peaked through me.

"I am!" I howled to the camera, my holes milking out the last of my brothers' jizz.

And then I collapsed into a gasping, panting, quivering mess. Faizel ripped his cock out of my asshole. Jalal pushed me off of him, his shaft plopping out of my cunt. I could only lie on the floor, my entire body buzzing, incestuous jizz running out of both my holes, making a mess on the living room carpet.

I stared at the ceiling, slowly cumming down from my orgasmic high. My fingers idly played with my messy pussy, bringing cum to my lips, savoring it mixed with my tangy cream. The same delight my mother feasted on earlier today.

Was she a slut? She couldn't be. She couldn't do that to Dad. Yes, she helped me train. Yes, she helped out my brothers when I couldn't, but that didn't make her like me? She was just being a good mother. Helping out her children.

But she licked out President Carver's cum out of my pussy...

For money.

I shook my head. No. She did that to help with the performance. He offered to fuck her for money, and she refused. She pointed out she was married. She would never hurt my father by being a slut. He was such a wonderful man. She could never betray him that way.

And I bet he would be so proud to learn that I made $200 whoring today. $160 for the family and $40 for myself. I wondered if he would give me a treat for applying my whorish predilection to help out the family.

That had to be why Mom whored me out. Why should she let me be a slut for free when guys would pay for my body?

My cell phone rang. I groaned, spotting my discarded skirt. I crawled to it, more cum leaking out of my holes, and fumbled around. I manage to untangle my skirt and dig my cell phone out of my pocket before the call went to voice mail.

Then I froze when I saw who it was, my finger hovering over the green circle, about to swipe it to answer the call.

It was Kimmy.

My stomach tensed. Was she calling to tell me she hated me for fingering her in the bathroom? Had my whorish behavior ruined our friendship?

I swiped the green circle, took a deep breath, and said, "Hey, Kimmy."

To be continued...