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  “Yes, she is,” I said. “Did my son tell you?”

  “Faizel's telling everyone. Fifty dollars to fuck your daughter and her friends.” Clint ran a hand through his dark hair. “I don't normally pay for sex, but I'm tempted just to come and watch. Maybe I'll bring Lee. Her pregnancy is making her so horny. I bet she'd love to witness it and not be allowed to touch herself.”

  I shivered. I had seen how Clint treated Lee and her mother, my fellow teacher, like dirty, filthy whores. His sex slaves. “I don't see how that'll be a problem. I'll just be watching, too.”

  “Really? But I hear you're for sell, also.”

  I shivered, my pussy clenching so hard. I had the hour free. “I am. You can enjoy me. For a price.”

  Clint arched his eyebrow. “How much?”

  “$200, and I will give you an education.”

  “Do you think there's anything I need to learn about pleasing a woman?”

  I shuddered. “Everyone could use a refresher course.”

  His smile grew so hungry. “Let me give you a counteroffer.”

  “My price isn't for negotiating. I'm a married woman and—”

  Right there in the middle of the hallway, Clint plunged his hand into my half-unbuttoned blouse. I shuddered as his fingers slid across my breasts and brushed the top of my lacy bra. He shoved into the cup and found my nipple. He pinched it.

  Hard.

  I sucked in a breath as he backed down the hallway. I had to follow him. He had such a firm grasp on my nipple, stretching it. I'd done this to my daughter, and the slut had grown so wet and wanton. I could see why. Such tingles shot down to my pussy. The pain mixed with my excitement. I let out such a naughty moan as he dominated me.

  Clint pulled me into his aunt's classroom. It was dark inside save for a small beam of white light shining from the wall that separated this room from mine. My insides tightened. Had I moved the poster that covered my peephole? Would Clint notice the light?

  I whimpered as he led me right to it. My insides squirmed more and more.

  “You know I found something interesting near the end of last year,” Clint said. “I was fucking my little sister, Alicia, in the ass, when I noticed this little hole in the wall. And I thought I saw an eye watching me.”

  “W-watching you?” I gasped, my pussy clenching. I used to spend my lunches witnessing Clint fuck his family, his various sisters and half-sisters along with his aunt and other sluts in here. “I—”

  “So you're saying you don't know how this damage to school property happened?” Clint asked as we reached the wall behind his aunt's desk. He pulled down on my nipple, forcing me to bend over. Then he shoved my face against the wall.

  I stared into my classroom, witnessed my three whores servicing their men. Kendra was on her knees, the Black girl bobbing her mouth up and down Mr. McDougal's cock, sucking and slurping on it with whorish passion. My daughter was on her back, humping against Vince, one of the college's janitors, who devoured her slut pussy with abandon. Mr. Breen, a Black teacher, pumped his ebony cock through Izzy's big, pillowy tits as she lay on the floor. He straddled her. I could see the tip of his dick emerge from her ivory breasts with his every thrust.

  I licked my lips, eyes flicking around the room from girl to girl. My daughter's round tits heaved as she humped against Vince's mouth. She gripped his slicked-back, black hair, grinding her cunt on the Italian's man's face. Izzy pushing her big breasts together to make a titty-pussy for Mr. Breen to fuck had my juices dripping down my flesh. His ebony cock looked so hot compared to her pale flesh. Kendra sucked and slurped while Mr. McDougal gripped her afro. He fucked his hips forward, thrusting his dick deep into her mouth.

  “Take every inch, whore!” he growled. “You little Black slut, take it all.”

  He jammed his dick down her throat roughly. It made her whimper while her hands were busy between her thighs.

  “It would be such a shame if someone found out that you had damaged the school,” Clint said, his hands pulling up my skirt. “But I can keep your secret. For a price.”

  “I know your secret,” I said, my hips wiggling, it was so hot watching people having sex again through a peephole. “I can tell everyone you fuck your little sister. Your aunt.”

  “You won't do that,” Clint said, his jeans rustling. He held my skirt over my ass. My eyes widened. I had no panties on. He could see how wet I was. “Because you want this. I've seen you staring at me all this year. I took your math class this semester just to see how'd you'd act. Your little married whore-cunt wants me to do this.”

  He rammed his dick into my pussy.

  I gasped, squeezing down on him. I whimpered and groaned as Clint pumped his dick in and out of my snatch. The boy who started me down this depraved road was in me. Fucking me like he fucked the sluts in his family. His balls smacked into my clit. He pressed me against the wall, my eye locked on the depraved lusts in the other room.

  My pussy clamped down on Clint's dick. I let him use me for free. Not because he would tell on me, but because I needed to enjoy this cock. I had wanted it for so long. And now he was in me, fucking me.

  “Deal!” I groaned, bucking back into him as I watched my daughter cum on Vince's mouth, her body bucking and heaving as the janitor feasted on her barely legal cunt.

  “That's what I thought, slut!” Clint groaned, burying so hard into me.

  Slut... My pussy grew hotter. “Yes, yes, fuck me like a slut, Clint!”

  I didn't care about my marriage right now. I didn't care about being a good, Muslim woman and faithful wife. I let Clint fuck my cunt for free, not doing it to help my family, but to satiate my own cunt. I felt like such a hypocrite for doing this with my hijab on.

  I didn't take it off.

  His dick slammed into me as I watched the fun in my classroom. My pussy drank in the friction of his thrusts. The pleasure boiled through me. Stars danced across my vision as my breasts shook in my dress. Clint fucked me so hard, his hips shifting, changing how his cock pumped into me, where it brushed along inside my pussy.

  He knew how to please a woman.

  “You little slut!” Professor Breen moaned. The Black history teacher's face twisted in pleasure. Than he came. He splattered the redheaded coed's face. He drenched her with his cum, his back arching as he used her tits.

  “Yes, yes, yes, she's a little slut,” I hissed.

  “Like you, Mrs. Umayyah,” growled Clint. “I know sluts, and you are one married whore.”

  He smacked my ass, and I moaned, my orgasm hurtling closer. Clint would recognize a slut. Had I always been one, like my daughter, my whorish self lurking inside of me. Or had Clint made me one by fucking his women in the classroom next to mine, leading me down this depraved road of pleasure.

  I didn't know. I didn't care. I just savored his dick pumping in and out of my cunt, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. As his balls smacked into my clit, I watched Professor McDougal cum down Kendra's throat, pumping his jizz straight into the Black whore's belly.

  She loved it, purring her enjoyment.

  Pleasure swelled through me so fast, so hot. Vince rose, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his beige janitor jumpsuit. Then he unzipped it while my daughter squirmed. I couldn't see him pull out his dick, but I watched him thrust forward into my daughter. Her dusky thighs wrapped about his waist as he fucked her cunt for money.

  I whimpered, my pussy clenching down so hard on Clint's dick. His crotch smacked into my ass as he fucked me so hard. He used me like a slut. I moaned and gasped, bucking down into it as Vince groaned his enjoyment.

  “Let me lick you clean, babe,” Kendra purred, crawling across the floor to Izzy, the Black girl's round, ebony tits swaying.

  “Ooh, yes,” groaned Izzy, still cupping her pillowy tits as Mr. Breen and Mr. McDougal watched the two sluts.

  Kendra licked at her friend's face, gathering up the teacher's spunk. They watched, stroking their soft dicks, getting their second winds. Such good whores they we
re. They kissed, Kendra's ebony tits brushing Izzy's. Their tongues flashed, passing cum back and forth.

  “You're getting so hot, Mrs. Umayyah,” Clint growled. “Watching your daughter and her friends whoring themselves out for you.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, clenching my pussy down on his cock. “It's so hot. They're just so wicked.”

  “Oh, yes, fuck me, Vince!” howled my daughter while Mr. Breen and Mr. McDougal gained their second wind. They swapped sluts, Mr. Breen ramming his ebony monster into Kendra as Mr. McDougal enjoyed Izzy's young snatch.

  The two teachers fucked them hard as Clint fucked me. My fingers curled against the wall. Then my orgasm shuddered through me. My pussy spasmed and convulsed on Clint's dick. I moaned and gasped, my body quacking and quavering as the pleasure surged through me.

  So hot. So amazing. I was such a terrible wife. Cheating on my husband with my students, being a slut. I loved it. My snatch milked Clint's dick. He thrust so hard into my spasming sheath. He grunted, groaned.

  My pussy brought him as much pleasure as the barely legal cunts did to the men in the other room.

  “Mrs. Umayyah,” Clint growled. “Damn, you're so juicy. You want it. You want my cum in you.”

  “Yes!” I hissed. “Do it! Spill in me! It'll be running down my thighs all day. Reminding me!”

  Clint groaned and buried into me. My orgasm swelled higher as his jizz fired into my married cunt. I groaned and gasped, my pussy convulsing about his shaft, milking out every drop of his cum as I whimpered.

  Leyla moaned, Vince spilling into her. Mother and daughter satiating their men at the same moment. Dizzy rapture swelled through me. Stars danced through my vision as my orgasm peaked. Clint's dick fired one last time into me.

  Left me feeling like a satiated slut.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  “We had so much fun on our dates, Mom,” I said, bouncing with excitement as we drove to Kimmy's house for my “slumber party.”

  “I saw,” Mom said, such a dreamy smile on her lips. “I watched in the bathroom.”

  “Masturbating?” I grinned.

  “You three made me hot,” she said. “And your afternoon dates, they were just as good as the lunch ones?”

  “Well, Mr. Jameson didn't eat my pussy out the way Vince did, but he did sodomize me and gave me such an amazing anal orgasm.” I shivered. “He'll be back for more dates.”

  “Wonderful,” Mom smiled. She had to be happy. The three of us made our family $960 after our $40 cut per date. Which meant I made another $80 today. I wanted to go to the mall, to Leonora's Treasure, and buy something naughty to wear for Daddy.

  “How long do you think the gangbang tomorrow will be?” I asked. “I was hoping to go to the mall with my friends.”

  “And spend your spoils?” Mom asked. “Well, I'm sure it'll be over my mid-afternoon. So treat yourself.”

  “I will,” I said, grinning at Mom. She was so relaxed now. Not so uptight. She even was leaving her blouse partly unbuttoned, showing off those nice tits of her. Of course, she wore her hijab. She wasn't as complete a slut as I was.

  She pulled into Kimmy's driveway. Her parents were loaded. They had a big house on the outskirts of town. I was so glad Kimmy didn't go out of town for college, but stayed here with all of us. Such a juicy excitement shot through me. Mr. Myers's car was in the driveway. It would be so hot to watch him fuck his own daughter. To pop her cherry.

  “You'll take care of Daddy tonight, right?” I asked as Mom parked the car. “Since I'll be here. You need to give him as much sex as you can, Mom.”

  “Oh, I plan on getting all the sex I can get tonight,” she purred. “Now let's go proposition your friend's dad.”

  Tonight would be the absolute best night ever for Kimmy! And I was so glad to be here to witness it.

  To be continued...

  Watching Daughter Pop Her Cherry

  Daughter's Slut Training 11

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Watching Daughter Pop Her Cherry

  Mrs. Umayyah

  “Leyla!” Kimmy shrieked when she opened her door. The blonde girl bounced on the balls of her feet, her braces flashing on her teeth.

  “Kimmy!” my daughter answered.

  The girls hugged each other like they hadn't seen the other in weeks instead of at college just a few hours ago. They were so energetic, both of them making those excited noises only a young girl could make. I couldn't help smiling while Todd Myers, Kimmy's father shook his head as he watched from farther inside the house.

  Then the girls broke a part and darted away, Kimmy pulling Leyla after her, my daughter's backpack with her belongings trailing behind her. The pounding of their feet racing up the stairs echoed through the house.

  “Well, you are in for a wild night, aren't you, Todd?” I said as I followed my daughter into the house, giving Kimmy's father a smile.

  “Sounds like it,” he said with a shrug. He didn't sound disappointed at all, dirty old man. He knew it was just him and the girls tonight. Was he going to perv on them?

  Perfect.

  “There's just something I need to talk to you about,” I said as I headed for the kitchen, passing through the elegant house. It was huge, twice the size my family lived in, with a living room and a sitting room, decorated by Todd's wife to be as stylish as possible.

  “Oh?” he said. “Is there something about Leyla I need to know about?”

  “Yes, there is.” My pussy tingled beneath my skirt, the thong I wore molding to my snatch. I was getting used to having that narrow strip of cloth burred between the cheeks of my ass.

  I couldn't wait for Todd's son, Carter, to strip them off of me and go to town on my snatch.

  The kitchen was a thing of beauty. It was larger than mine, with an island in the middle and bar stools pulled up to it. There was so much counter space with not one but two ovens. The things I could do in this kitchen... The meals I could create... I sighed, staring at the bronze-bottom pots hanging from a rack, looking beautiful, works of art.

  “So what's up?” Todd asked as I pulled out my iPad.

  “I need to show you something about Leyla,” I said. “I have an exciting opportunity for you. Something I know you've been thinking about a lot.”

  “Oh?” he asked, his brow tightening. He gave me a quizzical look as I swiped my iPad on and opened the video. I had my youngest son, Jalal, show me how to get this video on here and play it.

  I hit play.

  “It's time for you to learn to please two men, slut,” my voice said from offscreen (I was operating the camera). The video showed my daughter as she walked in the living room with her younger brother, my baby boy, Jalal.

  Coquettish delight crossed my daughter's dusky face, her body shivering. Her dusky face twisted with passion. “Yes, mother.”

  My eldest son, a hunky god, appeared in the shot naked, his cock already hard. He seized Leyla's black hair, snarling, “Come here, you little slut.” He threw my daughter down to the floor. Jalal stepped up, his cock tenting his jeans, both my sons looking so hungry at their sister. “Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes.”

  “Yes!” Leyla panted like the little slut she was.

  “What is this?” Todd asked as he watched my daughter rip off her blouse, her round, youthful titties bouncing out, nipples brown and hard. “Jesus, that's your daughter and your sons and...”

  Jalal seized my daughter's right tit and squeezed hard, saying. “That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today.”

  “Yum,” Leyla said, working her skirt off as she knelt, shifting her body, her breasts bouncing.

  “My daughter is a whore,” I told Todd, his eyes locked on my naked daughter. “The little slut is for sale. You can enjoy her tonight. Feel that tight, barely legal cunt that you've been lusting after wrapped about your dick. That little whore's been teasing you with that tight body, hasn
't she? Making you so hard, forcing you to jerk off or fuck your wife while wishing that young pussy was riding your cock.”

  “Jesus,” he groaned again as I pressed against him, watching Leyla now sucking on her brothers' dicks, going back and forth between them, her dusky cheeks hollowing as she loved their cocks, pleasing them with her hungry mouth.

  “That could be your cock in her mouth,” I whispered. “Once Kimmy falls asleep, Leyla will give you a night you'll never forget.”

  “Did he say yes, Mom?” Leyla asked, bursting into the kitchen, her skirt swirling about her lithe legs. “Did he?”

  “He's still not convinced,” I told my daughter. “Why don't you show him what's on the table.”

  Leyla spun around, her skirt and black hair flaring. She bent over, wiggling her ass at Todd and me. She flipped up her skirt revealing her naked ass and shaved pussy, her slit so tight and already juicy. I squeezed my daughter's firm rump and caressed her wet snatch. My fingers penetrated her barely legal cunt, feeling her silky, wet depths while she whimpered in delight.

  “I know you've been aching to slide your dick into this hot cunt,” I told him, my daughter's snatch clenching down on my fingers. She shuddered. “To feel this barely legal twat on your dick. And you can. For $1000, my daughter will be your slut tonight.”

  “I will, Mr. Myers!” Leyla moaned, throwing a winsome look over her shoulders as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. “I would sooooo love to have you in me.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Todd groaned, his cock bulging his gray sweatpants.

  “Well?” I asked, holding my wet fingers before his face, letting him smell my daughter's tangy pussy.

  His nostrils flared. “I don't have that much cash.”

  “That's okay,” I smiled, tapping the little, white square stuck into a port on my iPad with a small slit at the top like you'd see on a debit machine at the store. “I can take credit card.” Jalal was such a smart boy. He hooked me up with Square so my Johns could pay for it. “It'll look like a charitable donation to my daughter's 'activity' club. I'm the adviser of it.” President Carver helped set it up.