Daughter’s Slut Training 1: Slut Training with Brother

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter One: Slut Training with Brother
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

The moans drifted through the walls separating my classroom from Vicky Samuels’s. A low, wanton groan of pure pleasure. I shivered, unable to resist myself. It was so much easier to forget about my financial problems through masturbation than worry how my husband would react when he learned I squandered our savings on online poker. I bit my lip, the hot itch forming between my thighs. I pulled the picture off the wall, a fun reminder for my students to tell the difference between sine, cosine, and tangent.

A beam of pure light poured into my classroom through the peephole I drilled last year. I hiked my skirt and watched, my hands rubbing at my pussy, pleasure coursing through me.

I drilled the peephole when I realized why I kept hearing such wicked sounds coming from Vicky’s classroom. And what I saw that First Time had shocked me seeing the naked back of a young man fucking Vicky hard.

And then aroused me.

I fought my impulses to watch, to masturbate, for weeks, struggling with these urges blossoming in my pussy. I thought I was a good woman, married, going to Mosque every Friday, keeping my hair covered by my hijab, instilling good values in the college students I taught math to. I tried everything to distract myself from investigating further.

I thought Vicky was having an affair with a young, male student. Something tawdry. There were more than a few hunks I’d taught: Clint, Sean, Evan, Vince, James. Strong, young men with chiseled chins and youthful vigor. I’d felt their eyes on my figure. Though I dressed modestly, I couldn’t hide the size of my tits. They stretched out my blouses, the boys staring at my boobs, lusting after them.

So during my lunch break, while Vicky entertained her stud, I went on the internet to find distraction. And discovered online poker. At first, I wasn’t playing for money. And then I was. I was winning, I was losing. It was a roller coaster of emotions, playing the hand, trying to figure out the odds of winning. The highs and lows kept me from doing anything naughty.

Until I realized I’d squandered all my family’s savings. I’d emptied our three children’s college funds and our nest egg for the future. I hadn’t drained our checking account, but I was about to when I stopped myself. And heard those moans again.

I had to investigate.

I looked through the peephole again.

And discovered Vicky fucking her nephew Clint. Along with her two daughters, Melody and Lee. And her nieces, young Alicia and older Zoey. Plus Pam and Stefani. Every day during lunch, Clint would enjoy any number of combination of those women, reveling in the Incest, fucking his baby sister, his older sister, knocking up his cousin Melody. I watched her and Pam grow larger and larger with their pregnancies all last year.

Over summer break, all I could think about was watching Clint fuck his family while thankful my daughter Leyla wasn’t a slut like all the women in his incestuous harem. With two brothers, she’d be out of control, doing so much naughty things with my sons.

“That’s it, you nasty slut,” Vicky hissed as I peeped through today. I needed it after rumors flew through the school about my student Carmelita licking pussies during lunch period yesterday in the girl’s restroom. “Suck his cock. Ooh, what a slutty daughter I have.”

I shivered, seeing Clint sitting naked in his aunt’s chair, his pregnant half-sister (I learned through spying that Clint had more sisters than anyone knew) Lee on her knees. Vicky had a hold of her daughter’s short, black hair, bobbing the nineteen-year-old slut’s mouth on Clint’s dick. She jammed it far down his shaft.

Lee gagged.

“That’s it, take it all. Ooh, you are such a slut! A nasty whore!” Vicky shuddered, also naked her big tits swaying. “Gobbling all of your brother’s dick. He’s going to fire his cum straight into your belly. And you want it. Because you’re a slut, Lee!”

“Such a slut,” groaned Clint, his hand reaching out, boldly squeezing his aunt’s big boob. “Just like her mother.”

Vicky let out a wanton moan.

My pussy went molten. I rubbed harder at my pussy, my thick bush caressing my fingers. I already removed my panties. The first thing I did after locking the doors and turning off the lights. I shuddered, my juices coating my fingers.

Then I plunged them into my snatch. I groaned softly, pleasure rippling through my married body. My hips wiggled, my hijab rustling about my shoulders. I heard the wet plunge of my fingers into my steamy snatch. Pleasure shot through me as I watched Vicky bob her daughter’s mouth up and down Clint’s cock, treating her like the slut she was.

My little Leyla, nineteen, knew nothing of sex. I was so grateful for that. She would be a proper virgin, like me, on her wedding day. Not like that little whore, Lee.

“Suck his cock, little slut,” I groaned beneath my breath. “Just suck it. You want his cum. You want to drink down all that yummy, salty jizz. I know you do. Mmm, yes. You’re just that much of a whore.”

“Keep sucking your brother’s cock!” Vicky hissed. She spat on Lee’s face. “Just a dirty, filthy slut! I want you drowning in his cum!”

“Fuck, yes,” groaned Clint, his hand squeezing hard on his aunt’s big tits.

I had tits like that. I shivered, my left hand squeezing my large breast through my dark blouse and bra. My nipples throbbed, shooting delight straight down to my pussy. I whimpered, licking my lips, my hips wiggling, cunt clenching on my fingers.

I plunged them faster and faster. I stirred them to a froth watching Clint’s muscular chest ripple. Such a hunk. He knew how to fuck. I’d seen him plow his aunt before, fucking her from behind, making those big tits jiggle.

Treating her like the slut she was.

“Make him cum!” moaned Vicky, her hips wiggling, her black hair swaying about her shoulders. “Do it!”

Clint grunted, his head throwing back, face twisting in that familiar look of rapture. I’d seen him cum at least once a school day. I knew what he looked like as he pumped his jizz into a slut’s hole. Ass, pussy, or mouth. He didn’t care. He just used them.

Lee moaned, tasting his spunk flooding her mouth, her body shuddering, hips wiggling. I could see juices running down her thighs from her whore-pussy. I shuddered, my fingers caressing my silky pussy walls.

“Drink it all, whore!” I hissed.

My pussy spasmed.

Rapture flooded out of my cunt. That wonderful release. Euphoria burst through my thoughts. I groaned, churning my snatch to a hot froth as my orgasm burst through me. Everything felt amazing as the pleasure rippled through me. No problems. No concerns. Just the hot release of my orgasm. My hips wiggled, juices dripping down my hand.

And ecstasy caressing my thoughts. Smothering them in delight.

I whimpered.

I moaned.

I kept plunging my fingers into my snatch, watching Lee pop her mouth off his cock. Her aunt hauled her up by the hair and bent the pregnant girl over the desk. Lee’s belly only starting to curve, to show the proof of her whorish behavior. Bred by her half-brother. Vicky smacked her ass while Clint rose.

“Yes! Fuck that little slut!” I groaned.

Lee gasped as Clint rammed his cock into her pregnant snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed, frigging my snatch so hard. Another orgasm burst through me.

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Leyla Umayyah

I hated driving my little brother home from his chess club meetings, having to wait after classes while he and his dorky friends had their fun. I didn’t see why Mom couldn’t drive him home. She worked at the college, often staying even later than the half hour for his club activity.

I needed to get home. I needed the privacy of my bedroom. My college was such a whorish place. Clint and his harem had everyone talking about sex, making it so hard to stay pure. Yesterday, I heard he fucked his pregnant cousin Lee in the ass in the boys bathroom while at the same time Carmelita, that bitch of a bully, had turned completely lesbian, going down on girls in the bathroom.

Some even claimed they peed in her willing mouth.

I hated how I wanted to be one of those girls. I wasn’t sure which one I wanted more: to be Lee, getting fucked by that hunk Clint, or one of those girls getting her pussy licked by that Hispanic bitch. She picked on me because I wore the hijab, calling me a Muslim trollop.

My dusky hands gripped the steering wheel of my car as I squirmed.

My brother, Jalal, glanced at me. He had darker skin than me, his body tall and slender, almost as tall as our older brother, Faizel. Jalal pushed up his glasses, staring at me. He was always ogling me. I once caught him trying to peek in on me taking a shower. Horny eighteen-year-old nerd. I bet he had so much porn on his computer.

Maybe I should download porn on mine. Have some…inspiration.

I squeezed my thighs together beneath my long skirt, my clit throbbing.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Fine,” I said. “Just want to get home. I have…homework to do.”

“Right, right, homework,” he said, a sly smile on his lips. “Sure.”

I blushed. Did he know what I really did after school every day? Mom and Dad would kill me if they learned I masturbated. I didn’t want to, but… Clint fucked Lee up the ass yesterday! In our college’s bathroom! And today, I saw him strutting around with Melody and Pam wrapped about him, his hands on both their asses.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home,” Clint had said before kissing Melody.

“Both of us?” Pam asked before nibbling on his chin.

He broke the kiss with Melody to kiss Pam, thrusting his tongue into the Japanese girl’s mouth. She quivered, letting out a sigh while blonde Melody rubbed her hands up and down his stomach, feeling his muscular body through his t-shirt.

And my pussy had melted and never recovered.