Daughter's Slut Training 01

My fingers thrust faster and faster into my bowels. The rough pleasure surged through me. I whimpered, my clit throbbing beneath my fingers dancing on them. Pleasure racked my body, building in me.

I wiggled my hips, picturing Clint pounding his cock so hard into my asshole, his hand reached around me, frigging my clit. My bowels clenched on his "dick," the friction increasing as my fingers pumped so fast, lubed by my pussy juices.

I let out another groan, hearing Clint moan in my mind. Just my little slut, he panted. Like my cousins. You're just my whore now. I'm going to cum in your asshole And maybe... Maybe I'll fuck your pussy again. Clean my dick off with your nasty cunt and breed you.

"Anything," I whimpered, my virgin pussy drinking in the burning heat from my asshole. "I'm your slut! I shaved my cunt for you! Give it to me!"

The pleasure surged through me. I whimpered, my pussy clenching in envy of my asshole, aching to be full. I wanted to be pure. I prayed for it. How could I make it to my wedding day without surrendering my cherry to someone?

My clit drank in my rubbing fingers. My bowels rejoiced at my plunging digits. The dual delights swirled in the depths of my virgin cunt, feeding on each other. I whimpered, rubbing my cheek into my bedspread.

Let me feel that ass milking my cock, slut, growled Clint, slamming hard into me in my fantasy. Do it!

"Yes! I'm your slut!"

Those depraved words triggered rapture in me.

I came.

My pussy spasmed, juices flooding out around my fingers rubbing my clit. Heat soared through me, washing out from my cunt and my asshole. My bowels gripped my thrusting fingers. I whimpered into the bedspread, my body trembling.

Pleasure washed across my mind. Stars danced before my vision. My bed creaked as my body quaked. Such delight surged through me, the relief denied me all day at school. My toes curled as the ecstasy peaked in me.

Just my naughty slut, growled Clint in my imagination.

"Yes, I am. Your naughty slut."

My orgasm died down. I panted, shivering, my eyes fluttering. I rubbed my clit a few more times, my fingers still buried in my asshole. They felt so nice in there. I could just fall asleep with them in me, filling my--

My bedroom door burst open.

"Mom!" I screamed in shock, ripping my fingers out of my asshole. I grabbed my pink teddy bear, a gift from Dad on my eleventh birthday, and pulled it before my naked body. Mom advanced in her dark dress, her dusky face flushed, her hijab half askew. "It's not what it looks like!"

"You weren't masturbating yourself like a nasty slut?" she demanded. "Huh?"

"I..." Shame burned through me.

"I saw it all," Mom said. "On your hands and knees. Moaning like a whore. Begging to be your little brother's slut."

"My..." I frowned at her. "What, no! Never!"

"I thought you were pure, Leyla." She sat down on the bed, some of her dark hair peeking out of her hijab. "I thought you were my good girl. But you're just a slut."

"I'm not!" I gasped.

"I heard you."

I flushed more, remembering the hot, degrading words I said while caught up in the fantasy.

"You're a slut. And that's okay."

I blinked at that. "What?" My mom couldn't have said that. Not the role model of a virtuous Muslim woman. "Mom?"

"You're a slave to your pussy. It happens. I hoped you would be pure like me." Mom stroked my black hair, giving me a motherly smile.

Shame filled me for not being pure.

"But you're slut. And I know just what to do about that."

"I'm not a slut, Mom," I repeated. "I'm still a virgin!"

She grabbed my left hand, her fingers wet on my wrist, and pulled it up from the bear. My digits glistened with my pussy juices. She brought them to my lips, shoving my fingers into my mouth. I gasped, tasting my tangy cream for the first time.

A wicked thrill went through me as she fucked my fingers in and out of my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

"That's what a slut's cunt taste like," Mom said, using such a dirty word. It shocked me she knew it. "So whorish. And you love it, don't you? Your whore-juices?"

I shivered, lowering my eyes. I did.

"And then these fingers..." She grabbed my right hand this time, bringing those to my lips. "Suck them clean, too, whore."

"Yes...Mom," I said, shocked by how...obedient I acted. I opened my mouth, letting her shove my dirty digits past my lips. I tasted my sour ass. My eyes widened at the nasty flavor. I sucked on them, my pussy growing hotter.

"That's it, clean those nasty digits off. Just like a good slut." Her hands pulled away my teddy bear as I kept plunging my fingers into my mouth on my own. Then her hands cupped my round breasts, thumbs sliding over my nipples.

I shivered, moaning about my digits.

"Yes, yes, you have that responsive whore-body," Mom continued. "You must have gotten it from your father's side. His sisters are all sluts. Just like you. But I still love you." She leaned in, kissing me on the cheek, her lips so hot. "Yes, yes, these round breasts are so firm. They were meant to be played with. Your whole body screams sex. No wonder you drove your poor little brother to distraction."

I pulled my fingers out of my mouth. "He's the perv that keeps looking at me."

"Because he knows you're a slut. Then you go and masturbate, pointing that pussy right at the door, letting him see what a whore you are as he masturbates his poor cock. A cock that you made hard." Mom shook her head, her face growing angry. "A slut doesn't leave a boy hard like that. She takes care of him."

"But..." I protested. "He's my brother."

"Is that why you let him watch? Is that what turns you on?"

"I didn't know he was watching!" I protested.

She smacked me.

I gasped, my cheek stinging in pain.

"I won't have you lying to me," she said. "I heard you begging to be his slut. You knew he was there. Watching you. I bet you do this every day, driving him wild. Then you don't have the decency to help him out. Like a good slut would."

I rubbed my cheek, reeling from this conversation. "But...I didn't--"

Her hand raised.

"Sorry, Mother."

"Now you'll be a good slut," she said, grabbing my hand. "Right now your poor baby brother is in need. You made him hard, and you will relieve him."

"Mom!" I gasped in shock, dazed by my mother, the perfect Muslim wife, hauling me to my feet and dragging me naked from my bedroom.

My breasts bounced as Mom yanked me down the hallway. I stumbled after her, my pussy juices dribbling out of my shaved, virgin pussy. My thoughts reeled. Was I a slut? I was horny all the time. I wanted to be fucked. A good, pure girl wouldn't want that. She'd only yearn for her husband.

But me...

And Mom was always right. I had to obey her. The imam at our mosque always said that. Children have to obey their parents, especially their mothers. You have to respect your mother. She birthed you, brought you into this world, and nursed you from her breasts.

Maybe...I was a slut.

Mom reached Jalal's door, ignoring the "Do not enter, science experiment in progress" sign on his door. She threw it open, the sign bouncing against painted wood. Jalal jumped, hauling up his sheets over his crotch. I had a fleeting glimpse of his dick, thrusting up hard from a dark bush.

My virgin pussy clenched.

"Mom!" gasped Jalal. "I was just..." His words trailed off as he stared at my naked body. Mom pulled me to Jalal's bed. "Mom?"

"I'm know what you're doing," Mom said. "I understand. Young men have such a sex drive, and then you have your slutty older sister parading her body before you, masturbating so you can see every inch of her shaved cunt. It's okay. She'll take care of you from now on."

"Take care of me?" Jalal spluttered, pushing up his glasses, his dark eyes so wide.

Then Mom riped down his sheets, exposing his cock thrusting out of his boxer shorts. He only wore those. His shirt and jeans gone. He had a slim body with more muscles on it than I thought. Not Faizel or Dad's level of muscles, but he wasn't weak. And his dick...it looked so big, thrusting from his dark bush.

Jalal covered his dick.

"Don't do that, honey," Mom said, pushing me down onto the bed. "Your sister's going to give you a blowjob."

"What?" I gasped. "I've never done that before."

"A blowjob is something a good slut should know," Mom said, grabbing my dark hair. She forced my head down to Jalal's crotch. I knelt on my knees, my tits pressed into my knees, my little brother's hands covering his dick right before my lips. "So you'll practice on your little brother. After all, you made him hard with that whore-body of yours."

"Mom," I whimpered, my pussy growing hotter.

"Really, Mom?" Jalal asked, an eagerness to his voice. He ripped his hands away.

My eyes widened, staring at his circumcised cock. It throbbed before me, a dusky shaft leading up to a spongy tip, like a mushroom. Clear juices beaded the tip. A shiver ran through me as Mom forced my head lower.

My lips brushed the tip.

"Start sucking on it, slut," Mom ordered. "Come on, you know you want to do it. You were born to. Your lips, so lush, were meant for sucking cocks. Do it!"

My mouth opened. My lips slid around my little brother's cock. He let out a groan,his body shuddering. His dick twitched in my mouth. A hot thrill shot through me, rippling out of my virgin cunt. More juices dribbled down my thighs.

"Honey, you have to lick it and suck it." Mom leaned her head down as I shivered. "Like this."

She ripped my mouth off my brother's cock, her left hand grabbing his dick. She licked up the shaft with her pink tongue, reaching the tip. My eyes widened, witnessing her tongue fluttering around the crown. Jalal groaned louder, the bed creaking more.

"Oh, Mom," he gasped as her mouth engulfed the tip of his cock. She bobbed up and down, her lips sealed tight about his shaft. She groaned, cheeks hollowing, sucking on it.

Then her mouth popped off. "That's how you suck a cock like a slut, Leyla. Now get to it. Your poor brother needs to cum. He has a bad case of blue balls."

"So bad," groaned Jalal.

"Call her a slut or whore," Mom ordered as she shoved my mouth down to my brother's dick.

Another thrill shot through me. I loved her forcing me. My tongue licked out, sliding across the tip of my brother's dick. He groaned as I gathered the salty, clear drop beading at the crown of his cock. Then my tongue slid around it, feeling the spongy texture of his dick.

His face twisted with pleasure. Another thrill rippled through me. My tongue gave him pleasure. And then I engulfed his dick, sucking so hard on it. He groaned louder, his chest rippling as Mom forced my head lower, sliding more and more of his shaft into my mouth.

"That's it...slut," he groaned.

"Yes, yes, that's how you treat your sister now," Mom moaned. "She's a whore. You have to remind her constantly." Mom let go of my head. I kept blowing my brother.

I shivered as her hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, and between my thighs.

She rubbed at my pussy.

"Mmm, it makes her whore-pussy so wet when you do."

I groaned about my brother's dick, Mom's fingers sliding up and down my pussy. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing. Then I bobbed my mouth, sliding up and down his dick, wanting to please him. Staring at my body, watching me masturbate through my door's keyhole, made my poor brother so hard. Mom was right.

I had to help him.

His face twisted with pleasure as I blew him. I groaned again, Mom's fingers sliding through my folds, brushing my clit, rubbing on my hymen. Heat surged through me. I drank in her touch, channeling all the pleasure into my blowjob, focusing on loving my little brother's big dick.

"Oh, yes, sister," he groaned. "You're such a...a slut. Just a whore. A little, filthy whore sucking on my dick."

"That's it," Mom said with such pride. "Such a good boy. Keep insulting your sister. You're making her pussy even wetter."

"You're so filthy. The way you masturbate. You want to be my slut. You want to be every guy's slut. My sister is such a whore."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I moaned so loudly about his dick. I sucked and slurped, bobbing so hard and fast. My tongue danced around his shaft, caressing the tip. His precum coated my mouth, tasting so good, making me ache.

And Mom's fingers... Divine.

She frigged my clit. She stroked my labia. She caressed my vulva. She worked up and down me, driving me wilder and wilder. I moaned about his cock, sucking so hard, my entire body quivering, shaking, a new orgasm building in me.

An incestuous one.

I got off on the taboo thrill of blowing my little brother while my mom fingered my snatch.

"Ooh, you have to feel how wet your sister-slut is," Mom groaned. "Don't be shy. Her body's yours to play with."

Jalal eagerly reached out, his hand sliding past my ass, joining Mom's fingers on my pussy. I gasped, both of them stroking me, driving me wild. I sucked so hard on his dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. My little brother found my clit.

Rubbed hard.

I screamed about his dick as I came. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded out of me. I trembled, my moans muffled by his cock. He kept stroking my clit, sending rapture shooting through me, making me tremble and moan.

I loved it.

"She's cumming like a slut," Mom moaned.

"My sister is a whore," groaned my brother. "Oh, wow, Mom, she's... Yes!"

Hot jizz spurted into my mouth. My eyes widened, tasting cum for the first time. Saltier than precum. But...I liked it. I was such a whore. I gulped it down, knowing only sluts swallowed. It warmed my throat as he kept pumping spunk into my mouth, his body thrashing and his chest heaving.

"Thats it," cooed Mom. "That's my good, little slut. Drink down all your brother's cum. Mmm, he needs it so badly. He's a growing boy."

"Yes," Jalal panted his face flushed. He pushed up his glasses, still stroking my pussy. "That's so good. I can't believe she's a slut, Mom."

"I'm as disappointed as you are," Mom said. "But we have to make the best of it. We have to use her. It's what she wants. Craves." Mom let out a purring groan. "And I have such a treat for you, my son. Mmm, my little baby boy is becoming a man today. Your sister still has her hymen. We can't let the little slut waste it on just any boy."

"You mean..." Such lust brimmed in my brother's two words.

I kept sucking his dick, trembling in realization.

"Yes," Mom said. "And you're so young, Jalal. I bet you're still hard despite cumming."

I moaned a yes around my little brother's still-erect cock.

"Then mount him, slut." Mom smacked my ass hard. "Ride him. Impale that cherry cunt on your brother's dick and fuck him hard. I want his cum spurting in your whore-pussy. I know your hole craves it. Do it!"

"Yes, Mom," I gasped after popping my lips off my brother's dick. I burned with such incestuous lust. I needed a cock in me. I was a slut. I didn't need to wait for marriage now. Not any longer. I'd never be pure.

I never truly was.

I moved quickly, straddling my brother's body. His hands cupped my breasts. He groaned, squeezing his first pair of tits. I shivered, his fingers rough, digging painfully into my tits. I winced, loving how even that made my pussy hotter.

And then I guided his dick to my cunt. I rubbed his shaft against my virgin lips. Mom hugged me from behind, her dress pressing into my naked ass and back. Her hands went around me, rubbing my stomach.

"That's it, you little whore," she hissed into my ear. "Fuck your brother. Ram that slut-cunt down his cock!"

"Yes, Mother!"

I slammed my pussy down my brother's dick.

My eyes widened. My cherry tore like tissue paper. And then my little brother's cock filled me. I whimpered at the surge of heat rushing out of my cunt. My pussy walls drank in the friction as I bottomed out on his shaft. He stretched me open. I felt so full.

"That's it, my little slut," cooed Mom, her lips nibbling at my ear lobe. "Fuck your brother."

"Yes, fuck me, whore!" groaned Jalal, squeezing my tits hard.

I fucked my little brother. I slid my pussy up his shaft, the pleasure surging through me. Even the slightest movement, just feeling his cock in my snatch, sent rapture flooding through my body. I groaned, undulating my hips, slamming back down his cock.

His fingers found my nipples, pinching hard. Pain flared, transforming into hot tingles that zapped down to my pussy. I clenched down on his incestuous shaft, my hips pumping faster and faster. I worked up and down him, groaning, gasping, my pleasure shivering through me.

"Just work that pussy on your little brother's dick," Mom cooed, her fingers moving lower and lower, passing my bellybutton, reaching for my snatch. She undulated against me, moving with me as I fucked my little brother. "Make him cum, you nasty slut."

"Yes, Mom!" I whimpered then gasped, her fingers sliding down my shaved pubic mound and reaching my clit.

She diddled my nub. My pussy clenched on my brother's dick. He groaned, his fingers digging into my tits again. He savored the tighter embrace of my snatch. The friction burned hotter. I moved faster, drinking in the pleasure, driving myself towards another whorish, incestuous orgasm.

I whimpered, moaned. My eyes widened as Mom's fingers danced on my clit. She sucked at my neck, kissing me, making me feel like a complete whore as she rubbed her crotch into my ass. My body tensed, my thighs burning as I worked my snatch faster and faster on my little brother's big dick.

Such a thick cock. He filled me up.

"Sister!" groaned Jalal, his face twisting. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in you."

"Do it!" moaned Mom. "My baby boy is becoming a man. Flood your sister's whore-pussy! Pump all that jizz into her!"

"Yes, Mom!" he groaned as I slammed my pussy down on him.

I shuddered as he grunted. His fingers pinched my nipples again while hot cum spurted into my pussy. My brother's jizz splashed in me. I gasped, Mom's fingers dancing on my clit, my little nub absorbing so much pleasure. It radiated through me, making me squirm and dance on his dick.

Then the pleasure detonated in me.

An orgasm more powerful than any I'd experienced. My snatch spasmed on my brother's cock, milking out his taboo cum. I bucked in my mother's embrace. Her lips burned as they kissed my neck. Her fingers massaged my bud.

Ecstasy slammed into my mind. I howled and gasped and trembled. Mom kept grinding on my ass, whimpering a she sucked on my neck. My brother groaned a final time, the last of his jizz spurting into my pussy.

He twisted my nipples, keeping my orgasm alive. I convulsed and bucked. I moaned and whimpered. "I'm a slut!" I howled. "A nasty, dirty slut!"

"Yes, you are," groaned Mom, her voice so throaty. "My little whore! Ooh, yes, you are."

"I am, Mom!" I groaned as my orgasm peaked in me. "I love it!"

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

I trembled, my orgasm dying through me. I kept diddling my daughter's clit as the little slut came down from her climax. My own body buzzed. My clit throbbed against my panties as I rubbed it one last time against my slut-daughter's ass.

And an idea blossomed in my mind. We had a whore in the family. And I needed to make money. Fast. My husband could learn of my mistake any day.

But she needed more practice. "Mmm, your father will be home soon," I purred into her ear. "And a good slut services any man who needs it. And you want to be a good slut, don't you?"

Leyla trembled in my arms and whimpered, "Yes, Mother."

To be continued...