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Leyla Umayyah
I shuddered as my hunky, older brother Faizel fondled my ass. He squeezed my butt-cheek hard, digging strong fingers into my naked flesh, making my breasts quiver in the hallway outside our bedrooms. I shivered, my deflowered pussy growing so hot and wet. Juices trickled out of my shaved cunt like the whore I was.
I whimpered in delight.
“See, I told you she’s our slut,” Jalal said, my younger brother pushing up his glasses with a dusky finger. “Mom taught her.”
“Yes, she is,” Faizel said, his eyes staring down at my sixteen-year-old tits, round and dusky, my nipples so hard. Then he trailed down to my shaved pudenda. “Look at her pussy, already gleaming. You’re really the family whore, eh, Leyla?”
“I am,” I groaned. “But Mom wants me attending Dad tonight. I’m on my way there now. So you have to ... Oh, yes!”
Faizel, with such bold passion, shoved two of his fingers deep into my wet cunt. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on them. Pleasure rippled through me. I swayed, my hips twisting, moving like a slut. His fingers were so thick, reaching so deep into my whore-cunt.
Then he popped them out, leaving me feeling so empty. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking my slutty cream off of them. His dark eyes smoldered as he savored my incestuous flavor, his cock stretching out the flannel pajama bottoms he wore, his muscular chest exposed.
He had a build like Daddy. So strong. Not our younger brother Jalal’s slim, nerdy form. But a man’s strength at seventeen.
His fingers popped out of his mouth. “You’re sweeter than Svetlana.”
“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked.
“For now,” he grinned. “She’s fun. But you, baby sis ... You look so much funner.”
I grinned at him, thrusting my tits out. “You have no idea. But Daddy gets to enjoy me tonight. It’s his house.” I slid past my brother, rubbing my youthful tits on his muscular chest. “You’ll just have to use your hand to take care of yourself tonight. But you can think of me.”
He smacked my ass. I shuddered, the pain stinging my rump.
I felt like such a whore as I sauntered down the hallway, both my brothers’ eyes on my flesh. I winked at Jalal as I passed him, letting my hand rub across the front of his flannel PJs, feeling his hard cock. The dick that took my virginity.
“Good night, little brother,” I purred, giving him a squeeze. His dick twitched through his PJs.
“Night, slut,” he groaned, his hand finding my ass, squeezing where our older brother spanked me.
And then I was clear of them both, reaching the end of the hallway and the master bedroom. I opened the door, slipping in to attend to my daddy’s needs. He lay naked on the bed, cock half-hard, his bearded face staring at me, drinking in the sight of my body. I shuddered, remembering how hard he took me in the bathroom a few hours ago, the last time I had sex. He fucked me with such passion. Made me cum so hard.
I drank in his strength, loving his brown skin stretched over hard muscles. He worked construction, and it showed. He had such a virile, black beard. So thick and wiry. I loved feeling it on my skin, rasping as he kissed me. Mom was in a bathrobe fluffing a pillow. It was big, resting in the middle of the bed beside Daddy. Her big tits swayed unencumbered against her robe as she looked up at me, giving me such a smoky look.
“Come here and lay down, slut,” she purred, patting the pillow. “On your stomach. You have one last hole that needs breaking in. And your father gets to enjoy that treat.”
My ass clenched. I’d fingered it while masturbating, picturing that sexy stud Clint at my high school fucking my bowels like he did Lee in the bathroom yesterday. And now my daddy’s big, thick cock would break it in.
The final step to complete my transformation into slutdom.
“Yes, Mother,” I purred, sounding so demure and submissive the way a good girl, and a good slut, should to her parents.
I sauntered to the bed, rolling my hips, my round tits jiggling. Daddy’s cock twitched as his dark eyes drank in my underage body. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter under his attention. Juices dribbled down my thighs. I reached the bed, crawling onto my knees, scooting towards the pillow. My breasts swayed as I leaned over it, settling down, the thick pillow keeping my ass elevated.
Daddy’s hand grabbed his cock, lightly stroking the member as it grew to its full thickness. I whimpered, squeezing my asscheeks. I couldn’t wait to be broken in. To receive my anal training. I rubbed my clit into the pillowcase, squirming, my nipples rasping against the comforter.
“You deserve to enjoy her ass, my husband,” Mom purred, her hands parting my butt-cheeks. “Just let me get our slut-daughter ready for you.”
“What has gotten into you, Jawdat?” asked Daddy, staring at my mother.
“Just rewarding you for being such a good provider,” Mom moaned, fingers digging into my butt-cheeks. She leaned over me. I felt her breath on my sphincter, washing over my virgin hole. “Since our daughter has dishonored herself, I saw no reason not to let you enjoy her. I love you. You deserve this.”
Then Mom licked my asshole.
Daddy and I both groaned, though for different reasons. It felt so good feeling Mom’s naughty tongue wash over my dirty hole. She swirled her tongue around my asshole, dancing on my sphincter. Her bathrobe brushed my butt-cheeks, her naked hair sweeping like silk across my side. Daddy stroked his cock faster, loving the incestuous sight of his wife licking his daughter’s rectum.
Her tongue danced around my sphincter while her fingers moved. Her right hand slid lower and lower. I shuddered when she reached my taint. Then groaned as she rubbed her fingers across my hot pussy. She slid up and down it, stirring through my once pure flesh. She brushed my clit, coating her digits in my juices.
I whimpered, her tongue pressing on my tight hole. My sphincter resisted. But her tongue was so bold. “Mommy!” I groaned as she wiggled into my asshole, swirling around my bowels. “Oh, Daddy, her tongue’s in my asshole.”
“I see that, little flower,” Daddy groaned, eyes focused on Mom’s face planted between my butt-cheeks.
“Ooh, yes, Mommy!” I groaned, two of her fingers pushing into my hot cunt. They were slimmer than Faizel’s.
Mom didn’t fuck her fingers in and out of my pussy. She just left them in there. My pussy clenched down on them, delight rippling through my body. Her tongue swirled through my bowels, rooting through my nasty asshole.
It felt so wonderfully dirty. The type of pleasure only a slut would ever experience. Mom never had anal. She was a proper Muslim woman. A good wife and mother. Which meant Dad never enjoyed a woman’s ass. I would be his first. He deserved this so much for being such an amazing Daddy.
“I’m so glad I’m a slut, Daddy,” I groaned. “I’m so glad you get to fuck my ass and enjoy yourself.”
“See,” moaned Mom, lifting her lips. “This is why I’m doing this. She’s utterly lost to the world. But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy her, my husband.”
“Jawdat,” Daddy groaned, staring at Mom with such hunger.
“Mmm, I do love you.” Mom pulled her fingers out of my pussy. “I can’t wait to watch you break in her ass and enjoy this. I know you’ve always wanted this treat.”
“Mommy!” I gasped as she pressed her pussy-coated digits against my asshole. She worked my natural lube into my sphincter, Daddy stroking his cock faster. Precum beaded the tip. “Yes, yes, get me ready for Daddy’s cock! I want him fucking my asshole so badly.”
“Of course you do, my little slut,” moaned Mom, working her fingers into my asshole.
My puckered hole opened for her digits. My sphincter stretched and stretched. And then she popped into me. I groaned, clenching down hard on her. My eyes rolled back into my head as her fingers worked deeper and deeper into my bowels. My flesh clenched down on her digits, squeezing so hard as she worked my pussy cream into my bowels.
Lubing me for Daddy.
I whimpered, moaned, squirming my hips on the pillow. My nipples throbbed against the comforter. I loved it. My body drank in all the delights, my pussy burning to be touched. Then Mom ripped out her fingers and shoved the dirty digits back into my pussy.
“Oh, Mommy, yes, get me ready for Daddy’s cock! I want to feel him fuck me so hard.”
“So hard,” Daddy groaned. “Jawdat, my wife, ready our whore-daughter. I’m going to fuck her ass! I’m going to pound her.”
“Good,” Mommy moaned. “I want to watch you fuck the little slut.”
She pulled her pussy-coated fingers out of my pussy and slammed them into my asshole. My back arched, grinding my clit into the pillow. Such wonderful heat burned through me. I whimpered, my bowels clenching down on her invading digits.
Which just made everything feel so amazing. So primal and intense.
She pumped her hand so fast, working her digits in and out of my bowels. I grew looser and looser. More and more ready for Daddy’s cock. Mom kissed my butt-cheek, nibbling on it, her hair and robe brushing my flesh.
“Mommy!” I whimpered, squeezing down on her fingers. “I ... I ... Yes!”
“You’re ready, aren’t you, slut? Just ready for my husband to fuck that asshole hard.”
“So hard, Mommy!” I stared at Daddy. “I want your cock in me so badly! Fuck my ass, Daddy!”
“You deserve her anal cherry, my husband!”
“Yes!” Daddy groaned, rising, his beard bristling.
Mom ripped her fingers out of my asshole. She grabbed Daddy’s cock as he neared. The bed creaked as he leaned over me, his legs straddling mine, his hands seizing my naked sides. He slid down them, brushing the slopes of my breast. His cock rubbed through my taint.
Mom guided him.
“Yes, yes, lead him to my asshole, Mommy!” I groaned as his dick slid through my butt-crack.
And found my asshole.
“Fuck her, my husband!” Mom moaned, voice so throaty. “Just ream my whore-daughter’s ass. Break in her anal cherry!”
“Yes!” he groaned, thrust.
My eyes widened as his huge dick pressed on my asshole. Despite Mom’s fingers, my sphincter still resisted. He was just so huge. But he was also so strong. My backdoor couldn’t hold out against his passion.
My sphincter widened, widened. Swallowed his cock.
I let out a throaty groan as his dick invaded my bowels. He drove his shaft deeper and deeper into my velvety embrace. Friction, wholly unlike having his cock in my pussy, burned through my bowels. My body drank in the feeling. I shuddered and shook, whimpering at the feel of his cock violating my body.
I clenched down my asshole on him. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and panted, rolling my hips from side-to-side as he buggered me. His dick reached so deep into me. I groaned, sucking in breaths.
Daddy let out a groan of triumph. He buried his cock into the hilt of me.
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I whimpered, his balls resting on my taint, his wiry bush tickling the cheeks of my ass.
“Fuck our daughter!” Mom moaned, her robe rustling. She didn’t open it, but her hand slipped inside, rubbing at her pussy. She knelt beside me, watching Daddy violate my ass. It was so wrong. Incest at its best. “Pound her asshole!”
“Yes!” roared Daddy, drawing back his cock.
I shuddered, savoring Mom’s eyes watching as Daddy fucked my asshole. Mom’s big tits swayed beneath her robes, nipples hard outlines against them. She fingered her married pussy, licking her lush lips, and watched with sultry eyes as Daddy’s cock rammed into my bowels for the second time.
His balls smacked my taint. His crotch slapped my ass. And his cock sent pleasure shooting hot through my body. A burning delight that had my pussy boiling. Juices flooded out as I wiggled my hips, stirring my bowels around Daddy’s thick cock.
“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I groaned, clenching down on his dick as he drew back. “Fuck my slut ass!”
“Fuck your daughter’s bowels!” Mom moaned, her hand moving faster beneath her robe. I turned her on so much with my slutty behavior, forcing her to masturbate.
I should lick her pussy. But she was out of my reach. I couldn’t move. Not when Daddy’s cock rammed over and over into my bowels. I didn’t want to move. I loved it. Whether Daddy fucked my mouth, pussy, or asshole, I loved his dick in me. I loved pleasing him. I wanted his cum pumped into me, flooding my body.
My clit and nipples throbbed against pillow and the bedspread respectively. My nubs drank in the friction, sending tingling delight to the boil in my cunt. More and more of my juices dribbled out of me as Daddy pounded my asshole.
“Allah’s messenger, what a sinful delight,” grunted Daddy. He plunged his cock so deep into my bowels. “What a whore!”
“Such a shameful daughter,” groaned Mom, her body quivering her cheeks so dark with her pleasure. I could hear her fingers plunge into her wet cunt. “Fuck her whore-ass, my husband! Dump your cum in her! Take your pleasure in her body.”
“I’m just a slut, Daddy! To be used by you!” And by other men.
The bed creaked louder and louder, Daddy fucking me harder and harder. He rammed his cock so deep into me. He plunged it over and over into my bowels. I whimpered, the headboard thudding into the walls.
He fucked me with so much passion. His balls thwacked into my taint over and over, full of his cum that I wanted pumped into the depths of my asshole. It would be so nasty. So wonderfully filthy. I couldn’t wait to feel him spurt into me.
“Cum in me, Daddy!” I moaned. “Just spurt your hot cream into me. Flood my ass!”
“Flood the slut’s ass, my husband!” Mom’s dark hair swayed about her shoulders. She looked on the verge of cumming.
Just like me.
“Yes, yes, pound my asshole, Daddy, and cum! Satiate your lusts in my bowels!”
“Little trollop!” groaned Daddy, ramming his dick into the depths of my bowels. “To think you came from my loins. Such a whore! Always teasing me. Always wanting me to fuck this body. And now I can.”
“Because I’m your slut, Daddy! Yours!”
Daddy grunted, slamming his cock deep into my bowels. His mighty nuts smacked into my taint. Then his dick pulsed. Cum spurted into my depths. So thick and creamy. I shuddered, savoring it basting me. My asshole clenched down so hard on his dick.
“Take it, whore!” Daddy grunted.
“Yes, yes, flood my slut-daughter’s asshole!” moaned Mom, her voice so throaty. Like she orgasmed watching my shameful behavior.
Both my parents were cumming because of me. Daddy’s hot spunk flooded my bowels. The heat washed through me. I shuddered, grinding my clit into the pillow case, loving the feel of Daddy’s cock erupting in my asshole.
My climax rippled through me.
“Daddy!” I howled as my bowels spasmed on his dick.
My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted out of me as I thrashed. I humped the pillow, shameful rapture flooding through my body. It reached my mind, the incestuous ecstasy rippling through my thoughts. I groaned and gasped, eyes rolling back into my head at the delightful feel of pleasing my Dad’s cock with my nubile body.
“Oh, Mommy, I made Daddy cum!”
“You did,” she groaned, pulling her hand out of her robe, glistening with her juices. “You are such a slut, Leyla.”
“Such a slut!” groaned Daddy. “Where did we go wrong with you, little flower?”
“It’s her school,” Mother said. “The students there are lusty.”
“Especially Clint,” I sighed.
“Clint,” Mom agreed.
Mrs. Umayyah
I brought my pussy-soaked fingers to Leyla’s mouth. I came so hard watching my husband fuck her ass, finally getting to experience that anal treat I’d never offered him in the two decades of our marriage. The delight his youngest son had plundered from me this evening.
But I was just helping Jalal. I wasn’t a slut like Leyla.
The girl sucked on my fingers with such whorish enthusiasm, cleaning my juices off with relish. I leaned over, kissing my husband, feeling his scratchy beard on my face. My pussy was still so hot. So wet. Watching them had stimulated me.
I pulled my fingers from my daughter’s suckling mouth and broke the kiss with my husband. “You enjoy her tonight. I’ll be in her bed, letting you have all the fun you want.”
“You are full of surprises, Jawdat.”
I smiled at him. “A wife should always have a few surprises for her husband.”
I rolled off the bed, rising, my big breasts jiggling beneath my robe. My nipples so hard, tingling as they rasped against the terrycloth. I shivered, hearing Leyla moan behind me as I slipped out of the master bedroom.
I walked down the hallway, pussy juices soaking my bush. That hot itch tingled through me. I reached Faizel’s door, his room dark. I bet he needed satisfaction. And Leyla wasn’t available right now. She was too busy with her father. And the sounds they made...
My eldest son would be so hard. At seventeen, he would be so virile. So in need of a woman to relieve his pressure. He shouldn’t have to use his hand. And he wasn’t out with those American whores he usually dated from school.
This didn’t make me a slut. Just a good mother.
I shrugged out of my bathrobe, letting it fall into a bundle around my feet, unveiling my naked body. I felt so wicked as I opened the door, a good wife and mother pretending to be a little slut like Leyla. I shivered, my pussy itching so badly as I slipped into Faizel’s room. I spotted his form on his bed, his chest painted in silver band by the light streaming through his window, highlighting the muscular frame playing sports had given him.
I licked my lips as I crossed the room, big tits jiggling. My nipples so hard. My pussy so wet and juicy. I reached his bed, crawling on it. My tits swayed as I stared down at his body. He wore flannel pajama bottoms, his cock a hard bulge in them.
Poor thing. He definitely needed his mother.
I pushed my hand into his pajama bottoms, finding his hard dick. I gripped him, his shaft so hot. He felt as big as his father. He’d please his wife as much as Karim had pleased me over the years. I needed to find him the perfect Muslim woman to be his wife. Not those American skanks he dated from the high school we attended.
Svetlana, his current girlfriend, had all the earmarks of a slut like Leyla.
I stroked my son’s dick with one hand, the other caressing his muscular chest. I smiled at him, feeling his muscles as he shifted. He let out a groan, his dick throbbing in my hand. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, precum beading out. I smeared the slick juices across his head.
“Leyla,” he groaned, eyes opening. “Finished with Dad, you little slut?”
“I’m your mother, not a slut!” I told him, being so stern. His dick twitched in my hand.
“Mom?” he groaned.
“I’m just making sure you’re not in discomfort. And you’re so hard. You poor thing. Mommy will make sure everything is fine. I’ll jerk off your dick so you can sleep in peace.”
“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in my grip.
I pulled down his pajama bottom, revealing his big, thick cock to the moonlight. I pumped up and down it, my hand a few shades lighter than his skin. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying before me. His hand reached out, cupping my soft tit.
“You naughty boy,” I moaned as he squeezed and kneaded my breast. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I should just give him a handjob. Just so he could sleep. I wasn’t here to fuck him. Leyla could do that for her brothers.
Juices trickled down my thighs as he groped my big tit. His hand so strong, rough with callouses from playing sports. I loved it. Not the delicate touch of Jalal, my baby boy. But strong and virile like his father’s. He looked so much like Karim when we first met and fell in love. I stared at my son’s cheek.
He’d look so handsome with a beard.
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