by Reed James
His wet cock pressed between the cheeks of my asshole. His thick tip found my puckered asshole, still sore from being pounded by him last night. Lubed by my cream, he pressed forward against it. Then he thrust hard.
My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched.
“Carter!” I screamed as his dick buried to the hilt in my asshole. “Oh, Carter, you stud!”
My bowels writhed about his dick. I was still cumming as he filled me. My orgasm still raged through me. I whimpered and groaned. I bucked on him, my eyes rolling back into my head at the ecstatic rapture he churned through my body as he pounded my asshole.
He plundered my anal sheath. He rammed his dick so hard, so fast into me. My juices lubed his dick to glide through me. His hands squeezed my tits so hard as he enjoyed my bowels. He grunted into my ear.
“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah. Damn, you are such a whore!” He shuddered. “You're still cumming as I sodomize your asshole!”
“I am!” I moaned. “Bugger me! Cum in me! I need it! Ooh, yes, Carter, I need it so badly!”
His hips thrust forward. His crotch smacked into my rump. I felt his wiry, blond pubic hair on my rear. With a grunt, his cum fired into my asshole. Hot jizz spilled into me. My eyes rolled back into my head, another orgasm rippling through my body.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed as my bowels milked his dick.
“Mrs. Umayyah!” he growled. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
He shuddered behind me. His fingers found my fat nubs. He stretched them, twisted them. My pussy convulsed so hard. Juices flooded across my thighs. He groaned as he played with my tits, his cum spurting the final time into my bowels.
I whimpered, my orgasm peaking through me. I stared at the window, the daylight reaching towards the bed across the floor. I shuddered, my pleasure dying through me. It left me buzzing. I just savored his strong, young arms around me.
What a night. What a wondrous night. He fucked me as hard as Faizel did. Part of me wished my baby boy, Jalal, was here now. I just wanted to cradle him to my breasts. To hold him and feel him nuzzling at my tits as I came down from my orgasmic high.
Tonight, I would spend time with my gentler boy making love to him.
* * *
Leyla Umayyah
“Your dad is still passed out,” I giggled as I walked into the kitchen, a pair of panties trapping in the last deposit of cum he fired into me late last night. I just liked the naughty feel of a man's spunk trapped in me. “We drained him dry, slut.”
Kimmy giggled, sitting at the island in the center of the large kitchen, a bowl of Fruit Loops sugary cereal before her. “Yes, we did.”
“Your little pussy drove him wild,” I said, snagging a box of Grape Nuts out of the cabinet. I loved them, the only one in my family. Luckily, Mr. Myers and I had similar tastes.
After all, we both loved Kimmy's pussy.
I poured my cereal, added sugar, and then the 2% milk. I didn't need to go with nonfat at my age. I joined Kimmy at the island, digging into my cereal just as the doorbell rang. My naked tits quivered as it gonged through the room. Kimmy shuddered, her cheeks going red as she looked down at her naked body.
“Oh, slut, it's just my mom,” I told her. “But it's cute that you get so embarrassed.”
“I'll go get it,” Kimmy said, slipping naked off the stool. Her cute rump wiggled. I liked the sight as she headed naked to the door. I dug into the Grape Nuts while hoping it wasn't my mom just so Kimmy could expose herself to a stranger.
“Well, look at you,” Mom purred from the entryway. “Just a precocious little slut, aren't you?”
“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah.”
“So I see the plan worked wonderfully.”
“Didn't you see the video Leyla sent you?” my friend asked as she led Mom into the room.
I arched an eyebrow at Mom. She positively glowed, her face still flushed, that obvious sign of just been fucked. Her dark cheeks looked so naughty with her face framed by her dark hijab, which only made her rumpled, disarrayed dress look even hotter. It was the same one she wore last night when she dropped me off. She must have just been in a hurry to pick us up and threw on whatever was at hand.
“Well, Mom, you got laid last night,” I grinned.
“I did,” she said with a shudder. “Mmm, it was a wonderful night. I took care of your father for you.”
“I'm sure daddy still loves your hot bod, Mother,” I said, wanting to reassure her. “I mean, you have those huge tits.”
“I know,” Kimmy said, cupping her little mounds. “Ooh, mine will never grow.”
“They will dear.” Mom looked around. “And where is your father?”
“Still asleep upstairs.” I grinned at Mom. “We wore him out. Want to see his cum in my pussy?”
Mom licked her lips then said, “No, no, we have to get going. After you eat, you two need to shower. You need to be clean and fresh for the gangbang.”
“We won't be by the time it's over,” I giggled. “Faizel texted me that he has at least twenty boys showing up. Maybe more.” My cut was only $5 a boy, since it was $50 to get in. But, still, that meant at least a $100 to do something that made me so wet. I loved being a whore.
Mom nodded her head and strode out of the room, presumably to talk to Mr. Myers. I glanced at Kimmy. She still frowned, cupping her little tits.
“Your dad loved your tits,” I told her. “He spent more time sucking on yours than mine.”
“But what about Jalal?” she asked, her voice so tight and quivering. “I mean, your mom has those big tits, and yours are nice and round. How can I compete?”
“Because Jalal has a crush on you,” I said. I wanted to watch them have sex. I just knew it would be such a cute sight. They were both so sweet and innocent. “Just don't get jealous when he's playing with my tits. Or Mom's.” I had come to accept my mom was a slut, but one who kept it in the family. So I would conceal from Daddy that she had sex with my brothers to protect him from being hurt and to preserve their marriage. It would break Daddy's heart if he learned she was a slut like me.
I couldn't do that to him.
“Relax,” I told her. “You'll see. Jalal will brighten up when he sees you today.”
“You think so?” she asked, squeezing her little titties.
“I know so.”
* * *
Mrs. Umayyah
“Todd,” I said, shaking Mr. Myers hard as he snored on his mussed sheets, the room reeking of hot, young pussy. “Todd, wake up. We need to talk.”
“What?” he asked, sounding groggy. “Mrs. Umayyah?”
I gave him a hard look. I found White people were intimidated by angry Arab women. They could be so sensitive about treating minorities with respect they would overcompensate to be accommodating. It was useful at times.
“This!” I hissed, holding out my phone and playing the video my daughter made last night. Kimmy appeared on screen, straddling him. You could hear her moan as he took her cherry. “You fucked your virgin daughter last night.”
“Shit,” he groaned, the evidence as clear as day as Kimmy rode his dick, moaning and gasping, her little titties jiggling. Leyla had done a wonderful job filming.
“It would be a shame if your wife saw this,” I said. “She'd destroy you in divorce court if she didn't have you arrested for incest.” California had some liberal incest laws, allowing first cousins to marry, but fathers with their daughters was never allowed. “You'd lose so much in the divorce settlement.”
He swallowed.
“But, if you pay me $200 a week, you will get to fuck your daughter as much as you want.” I leaned over him, grinning. “You can pump your dick into her holes all you want. I'll make sure she's available for you. She's my whore, after all. You paid good money to enjoy her cherry, now you can pay more to keep enjoying her.”
“You set me up,” he gasped.
I grinned at him. “Just making sure you're not enjoying my whore for free. And don't say that $200 a week to fuck your daughter
's tight cunt whenever you want isn't worth it. And if Leyla or one of Kimmy's other friends are over, well, you can enjoy their holes, too.”
Despite the outrage on his face, his dick was now rock hard. He was as hung as his son Carter. What would the father be like...?
“Well, do we have a deal?” I asked.
“Yes,” he growled.
“Good, “i smiled. “Now it will all look like a charitable donation to your daughter's college club. See, your wife can't even complain about that. Now let's get your automatic payments set up.” Jalal was such a good boy for showing me how to do all of this.
* * *
Leyla Umayyah
Kimmy and I rode in the back seat of Mom's car from the Myers's house. Both of us were freshly showered and ready to be violated over and over by horny boys. Every guy at our college would know we were such sluts after today.
I hoped Clint would be there. I know he had that huge harem of his, but that just made me want to enjoy him once. To find out what made all those girls, his own sisters and cousins, fawn over him. His cousin Lee, pregnant with his child, was even his own sex slave. He fucked her in the ass in the middle of the boys' restroom on Monday.
In fact, that was how this all started. Mom caught me masturbating pretending to be Lee getting fucked in the ass by Clint. That was when Mom recognized that I was a slut and started my training. And now... Now it culminated in a gangbang!
Faizel's car was parked at our college's gym, the side-door propped open. I shuddered as Kimmy and I scrambled out of the back of the car. Such excitement shivered through me. My nipples were so hard against my bodice.
“We're really doing this,” Kimmy said. “In an hour, we're going to be fucked by so many guys.”
“Yep,” I smiled as we darted in ahead of mom.
My two brothers had been busy. Faizel and Jalal had spread out those blue tumbling mats across the gym floor and unfolded the bleachers. Jalal was now busy setting up a table with big kegs of Gatorade on tap like you'd see at a sporting booth. Beside it, an open cooler was filled with bottled water and energy drinks. He also had set out a bowl of bananas and pretzels.
The boys needed to keep up their energy.
Kimmy shivered as she stared at Jalal. I nudged her. “Why don't you go over and talk to him. You could slip into the open supply room and see what happens. We have time before the gangbang starts.”
“Oh, gosh,” Kimmy said. She gave a nervous titter.
“You fucked your daddy last night. This should be easy.”
“But...” She bit her lip. “I really like your brother. And I'm such a slut now. What if...”
“I think my brother gets off on watching,” I told her. “I think it excites him that you get fucked by other guys. Plus, I promised that he'd get second dibs on your pussy. So you can't make a liar out of me.”
“I can't,” she said, nodding her head, her spine straightening. “Okay. Here goes.” Then she marched over to the table to speak to my little brother.
Mom had wandered over to Faizel as he dragged out the last mat. He had his shirt off and looked so handsome, his swarthy body rippling with muscles that had a gleam of sweat on them. I sauntered over to join them as Mom looked like a bitch in heat panting after her eldest child.
I didn't blame her. Faizel was a younger version of daddy. He just lacked the experience age had given Daddy and his thick beard. Mmm, I loved that beard rubbing on my flesh, tickling my titties, caressing my pussy.
“Looking good, big brother,” I said, sauntering over to him.
His eyes flicked to me. “Aren't you a little overdressed? I mean, I can't see those tits.”
“You're such a perv,” I grinned, my fingers going to the hem of my top. I peeled it off, unveiling my dusky tits. They bounced before me. My brother grinned his approval. He reached out, fondling my tits.
“That's better.”
“Where is your brother going with Kimmy?” Mom asked as I squirmed, my pussy growing so hot.
“Oh, you know,” I said to Mom. “Jalal has such a crush on Kimmy, and she likes him too. Ooh, they're going to get so close together. Isn't that wonderful.? I would love to have Kimmy as a sister.”
“What?” Mom said, her voice going tight and icy.
I blinked in surprise. Did Mom have a problem with Kimmy and... Of course, she was a slut like me. Mom wanted her sons to marry good, Muslim girls. She never approved of Faizel's girlfriends. She tolerated them because she knew he needed to release his sexual urges. And so long as he just fucked them and wasn't dating them seriously, she never said anything.
Now she stared at the door Jalal and Kimmy vanished into looking like she would go over their and bust them. I had to do something.
So I fell to my knees and shoved up mom's dress. She gasped in shock as I raised her dark modest skirt up her legs to expose her legs slicked with cum. There was so much of it. Her bush was matted with cum. She wore no panties beneath.
She must have fucked Daddy right before coming to pick us up.
“What are you doing?” Mom gasped. “Leyla!”
“I missed Daddy,” I moaned. “I figured you needed to be cleaned up. And you are leaking so much cum. How many times did Daddy fuck you last night.”
“A few,” Faizel said. “You should have heard them.”
Mom looked at Faizel and gave him a motherly smile. “That's right. But, Leyla, you don't have to—”
I buried my mouth into her pussy, cutting off her words. I licked through her snatch. I devoured her cunt. She gasped and groaned, squirming her hips on my face, her bush so matted with Daddy's cream. It sent such a hot thrill through me to eat this creampie. My pussy clenched as I devoured Daddy's jizz out of Mommy's pussy.
Ooh, what a treat. Her tangy musk mixed with his salty cum. It was as exciting to eat as Kimmy's creampie was last night. My tongue danced through my mom's folds, scooping out every drop of cum I could, the spunk smearing on my lips as she squirmed.
“Damn,” Faizel groaned. “She is just going to town on you. Fuck, I wish I could stay and watch. But the guys will start arriving. I want to gather the money before I let them in here.”
“Yeah,” Mom nodded. “Oh, Leyla, you little slut! I know what you're doing!”
“I'm eating your pussy!” I said with complete innocence.
“You are,” she moaned, staring down at me with such hot eyes. “Lick out every drop of cum, you fucking slut. Eat it. Clean me up! Ooh, yes, dig that tongue into my snatch. Yes, as deep as you can go, you nasty whore!”
I plunged my tongue so deep into her sloppy pussy. There was so much jizz in her. My own pussy clenched. I wiggled and squirmed, licking and lapping through her folds. I scooped out every drop of Daddy's cum I could, savoring the incestuous delight.
Mom squeezed her tits through her blouse. Her face twisted, framed by her hijab. She looked so proper and yet so whorish as she moaned in ecstasy. She squeezed her breasts harder, grinding her hairy cunt on my face. I loved the tickle of her pubic hairs on me as I devoured her cunt.
“Ooh, you go girl!” the familiar sound of Kendra, my Black friend, called out. “Just eat her muff.”
“That's so hot to watch,” my other friend, Izzy, said.
I saw the pair out of the corner of my eyes, Izzy already naked, her red hair falling down to her shoulders, her big tits swaying. They were both so eager for the gangbang, too. Kendra stripped off her blouse, exposing her dark breasts.
I shuddered, swirling my tongue through my mother's snatch. I searched out for more of Daddy's cum from the depths of her cunt. Her tangy juices poured into her mouth. Her back arched as she squeezed her tits through her blouse.
“Such a nasty whore!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, you are. Just eating all that cum out of your mommy's pussy!”
“She is,” Izzy groaned, kneading her own big tits. They almost were the size of my mother's melons.
“Yes!” Mom groaned and then came. Hard.
Her juices squirt
ed into my mouth. I shuddered, gripping her hips, holding up her skirt, as my own cunt demanded attention. But I would get that soon enough. So I concentrated on drinking down my mother's juices and my daddy's cum flooding out of the core of her. The two delicious flavors mixed and swirled in my mouth.
I gulped them down. They warmed my belly. Mom quivered above me. She gasped and groaned. Her body bucked hard. Then she stumbled away from me. I panted, her cream trickling down my neck and racing towards my naked tits. Mom reached the bleachers and sank down on them, panting.
“She just did that,” Mom moaned to herself, sounding almost delirious. “Ooh, she had no idea. The little slut had no idea at all.”
I frowned, wondering what I didn't know about. Before I could ask, Kendra said, “Where's Kimmy? Did she chicken out?”
My eyes widened. “No, no, come on. We have to see this. I just know it will be so cute.”
I stood up, wiggling out my of skirt as we crossed the gym to the supply closet. My garment fell off my legs, left behind on the mat, before we reached it. Through the door, I could hear the sweetest sighing. I cracked it open and the three of us peered inside.
Kimmy lay beneath Jalal, the pair kissing, their bodies entwined. His dusky ass flexed as he made love to Kimmy. That was the only words I could use “make love.” He didn't fuck her like a whore. They kissed with such tender passion as their bodies moved together.
“Oh, wow,” Izzy whispered. “That's so hot. They're so into it.”
“I know,” I said, my heart swooning. It was so romantic.
As much as I wanted to watch, they deserved their privacy. So I closed the door, leaving my friend and little brother to love each other. I shivered in delight, hoping to find that someday. I'd never stop being a slut, but if I could find a guy who could accept that I loved fucking my daddy, plus any man who'd pay me, what a treat that would be.
And then the boys began entering. The three of us shuddered as they came in through the same side door, paying my brother the fifty dollars. I recognized many of them: Sean, Evan, Mitch, Vince, Adam, Pete. Even Carter, Kimmy's brother, sauntered in. He headed for mom, sitting beside her on the bleachers. The boys spread out on the stand, staring across the gym at the three of us naked and quivering with anticipatory lust.
