Chapter 9: Brother’s Naughty Help

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Mrs. Umayyah

Pete’s eyes bulged at my words. He trembled, staring at my naked tits swaying before him, his eyes drinking in their pillowy softness and how hard my brown nipples were. He licked his lips, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he struggled not to jizz in his pants.

Such a wanton thrill went through me to witness this young man, only sixteen, lusting for me. He had such hunger in his face. He wanted me so badly. I was old enough to be his mother. He was my daughter’s age. And he wanted to fuck me.

God, it made me so hot.

I trembled as I stood in my classroom, waiting for my high school student’s brain to work. He had to be a virgin. This was the first pair of live tits he’d ever seen. He was like Jalal when I had Leyla practicing sex with him. Just as cute as my baby boy. And just as in need of an education in how to please a woman.

“I got...” He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. “$43 on me!” He yanked out a bundle of crumbled bills, holding them out to me.

“Do these tits look like they’re worth so little?” I asked, putting all the offense into my tone as I could. I hefted them, feeling how soft they were in my hands as I cradled them before his face. I jiggled them. “You can do better.”

“I have another $170 in my PayPal account,” he groaned.

I knew about PayPal. Sort of. Both my sons had accounts to buy stuff on the internet. I shuddered, thinking Faizel could get me the money. “Good. I’ll give you the details where to send it when we finish.”

“Oh, god, oh, god,” he said as I took the bills from him and pushed them into my skirt’s pocket. “This is ... This is really...”

“Breathe,” I purred. “You need to breathe, sweetie.”

“I’m just ... Mrs. Umayyah ... I ... You’re just so hot! I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Believe it.” I smiled at him as I slipped my skirt off my hips and unveiling the rather plain pair of panties I wore beneath, a soft cream color. Nothing exciting or racy that a MILF like me should wear to entice her students into an afternoon of passion.

This was so wrong, but it made me so wet. I needed to make up all the money I lost on my gambling addiction before my husband found out. And Pete was willing to pay $10 more than I was charging for Leyla’s cunt to the school’s pervy teachers.

I sat down on the edge of my desk as he stared at my crotch. I rubbed my hands down my stomach to my panties, my fingers playing with the waistband. He licked his lips again, staring at my pussy covered by my underwear with such hungry longing.

“Well?” I asked, snapping the waistband of my panties.

“Well, what?” he asked.

“Are you going to get over here and lick my pussy?” I shivered. “A woman needs to be buttered up before you slide your dick in her. You got to please her. Worship her like she’s a goddess. I’m no slut.” My daughter could just be fucked. But I needed to be pleasured. At this rate, I would make up the money I lost in a few weeks and my husband never had to know anything.

Pete groaned and then darted towards me. He fell to his knees before me, staring up at me with his dark, hungry eyes. His hands stroked my thighs, sliding down them to my panties. I shuddered at his touch, shivers racing down my flesh to my cunt.

I was being so naughty. But was this any different than helping out my sons. He was a student. I was his teacher. He had to learn things. Who better to teach him, and my other male students, all about sex than me? I would train the girls to be sluts and the boys to be studs.

I smiled at that, my pussy clenching.

And then I groaned as he reached my panties. He stroked the material, his face pressing closer and closer. He brushed the waistband, his fingers trembling. He stared up at me. I smiled back at him, giving him an encouraging nod.

He hooked my panties’ waistband. Drew them down.

I lifted my ass, a hot shiver racing through me. My big breasts jiggled at the bottom of my vision as I sat my naked rump on the desk. I pressed my thighs together as he pulled my panties down them. They passed my knees and down to my calves. Then off my feet.

I was naked with Pete. My pussy dripped juices. A hot puddle formed beneath me. His hands grabbed my knees. He trembled with his boyish enthusiasm. Then he pressed my thighs apart and gazed at my cunt.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” he breathed as he stared at my black bush soaked with my excitement.

“Is this your first live pussy you’ve seen?” I asked. “Because I know you’ve watched porn.”

“You do?”

I laughed. “Every boy does. You all stare at those sluts on the internet, dreaming of doing something with a real girl. Well, today you get a woman. And she needs you to press your face into her snatch and lick her pussy.”

I grabbed his soft, brown hair. I pulled him between my thighs. I loved how pliant he was, so willing to do what I wanted. I pressed his face right into my bush. He breathed in my musk, rubbing his lips and cheeks into my silky forest and against my hot pussy folds.

“Now lick,” I groaned. “Draw your tongue up my labia. Caress my pussy lips. Get me wet and excited.”

His first lick was hesitant, a light flick across my labia.

“No, be a man and dig that tongue through me,” I groaned, pressing his face harder into my snatch.

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah.”

“Women like a man whose bold and eats their pussies with—” My eyes widened as his tongue swiped through my folds. He teased my labia and flicked my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. “Yes, Pete, like that. Be a man. Feast on my cunt.”

He groaned, loving the taste of my pussy. He licked again and again. His eyes stared up at me, watching my boobs bounce and shake. I moaned, letting him hear how much I loved his licking, encouraging him to keep at it. To give me such wondrous delight. I squirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” I whimpered. “Mmm, you’re doing good. Oh, yes. Ooh, I love it.”

I squirmed and writhed, grinding my pussy on his hungry mouth. I shuddered, his tongue swiping across my pussy lips. I whimpered, leaning back and humping against him. Such delight surged through me.

He kept flicking my clit, batting my little nub as he lapped through my folds. He groaned again, his tongue growing in confidence. He attacked my pussy with boyish enthusiasm. His youthful passion sent rapture fluttering through my body over and over.

Giving me what I craved. What that whore Vicky Samuels received from her nephew Clint in the classroom next door.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, humping against his mouth. “Just like that. Ooh, I love it. You’re doing so great at it. Ooh, yes.”

“I am?” he asked.

“Don’t you hear me moaning?” I panted as his tongue lapped through me again. “And ... Yes, that’s my clit. Pay attention to that for a few minutes.”

His fingers parted my folds. I felt his eyes on my little, pink bud. Then he flicked it with his tongue. I bucked hard, my breasts heaving before me. They slapped together as the pleasure surged through me. I leaned back on my elbows, squirming on my desk. My toes curled as he lapped at my clit again and again, flicking my bud.

“See?” I groaned. “See how much women like having their clits play with?”

“Yes!” he panted then sucked on my bud.

“Pete!”

I bucked and heaved, loving his young enthusiasm. He sucked on my clit, nibbling on it. He drove me wild with the pleasure he generated. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such delicious delight surged through me. I groaned and gasped as he nibbled on my bud. He sucked on it. He had me squirming in rapturous delight.

I ground my pussy on his face. I smeared my flesh against his hungry mouth. Pleasure swelled in my pussy. But I felt so empty. I needed something in me. Probing me. Giving me one last bit of sensation to drive me over the edge into my pleasure.

“Finger my cunt now, Pete,” I groaned. “Jam two fingers into me. Fuck them in and out of me while licking my clit!”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned.

I gasped as he rammed two fingers into my cunt’s depths. He stirred me around while his tongue flicked and batted my clit. I gasped and spasmed. My eyes fluttered as the heat surged through my body. I fell back on my desk, my breasts bouncing. I seized them as I humped against his mouth, the pleasure rising in me.

His fingers churned my pussy to a hot froth. I squeezed my nipples as he sucked and nibbled on my clit. He was turning into such a pussy-eating stud. My thighs clamped about his head as he pleasured me.

“I’m going to cum, Pete,” I groaned. “You’re doing so well. You’re going to make me explode on that mouth.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed like he just beat a hard level in a video game.

He fluttered his tongue on my clit. He pumped those fingers so fast in and out of my cunt. My pussy drank in the friction, shooting it right to my core. The sparks from my clit splashed around his cock. My eyes widened at the pleasure he gave me.

And then it exploded out of me. Hot waves of delight surged through my body. I bucked and spasmed. The rapture burned through me so hot and fast. I groaned and whimpered. I bucked on the table as such hot rapture burned through me.

It was delicious. It was amazing. It had me groaning and gasping and shuddering in ecstasy. My ass bucked from the table. I smeared hot pussy juices across his face as my cream flooded out of my snatch.

“Pete, you stud!” I moaned. “Oh, you’re so good. You made me cum so hard.”

“I did?” he said in awe.

“Yes! Now you get to fuck me!” I hissed. “Get that dick out and ram it into my pussy. Time for you to become a real man!”

“Hell yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”

As I writhed in orgasmic bliss, he ripped his fingers out of my spasming snatch and fumbled at his jeans. In record time, thanks to his rampant teenage lusts, he had his dick out and lined up at my snatch. Just as my pleasure began to die down, the boy rammed his cock into me, igniting fresh delight in me.

I groaned as his dick slid into my pussy. He wasn’t as big as my sons or husband, but he still felt amazing in my snatch. A hot shudder ran through me as I took a dick that wasn’t Karim’s. I was such a naughty wife. So wicked right now.

But I was the best teacher.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” Pete howled at his first taste of pussy around his dick.

I drank in that look of awe in his face, my cunt clenching down on his cock. I savored it. I gave him this amazing moment. I shuddered, my thighs locking about his waist. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts.

“Fuck me!” I hissed as he squeezed my tits.

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”

He drew back his cock through my tightly clenching pussy. I shuddered at the sensation of being filled. My cunt, still tingling from my first orgasm, drank in the friction. New pleasure swelled through me. I gasped as he rammed into me, driving his dick to the hilt in me. His pubic bone smacked my clit. Pleasure sparked from the nub.

He groaned, pulling back, his hits and slamming into me again. And again. He kneaded my tits as he fucked me. My student pounded my cunt with such passion. With such awe. His eyes burned as he squeezed my breasts, pistoning his dick over and over in my cunt.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned. “Mrs. Umayyah, your pussy! It’s amazing!”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my snatch clenching down on his dick. “Keep fucking me. Keep ramming that dick into me.”

The desk rocked beneath me. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering on the desk as the pleasure burned so hot through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. His dick slammed into my depths. So hard. So deep.

So wonderful.

I bit my lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled. I squeezed down on his dick. I whimpered out in rapture as he plunged his cock into me. His dick sawed in and out of me. He made me groan and gasp. He had me whimpering in utter delight.

“Oh, you’re amazing. You’re such a stud, Pete!” I hissed. “Fuck me! Make me cum on that dick again! That’s what a stud does! He makes his woman cum!”

“I am a stud!” he panted, his balls smacking over and over into me. “Mrs. Umayyah, I’ll make you cum!”

“Do it!”

I humped into his thrusts. My pussy savored his dick pounding me. He fucked me so hard. That youthful passion surged through him. He tweaked my nipples as he loomed over me, his boyish face twisting in the rapture my pussy gave him.

My orgasm swelled and swelled. I savored it. I humped up against him, his flesh slapping mine. His cock invading my married cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on his dick. I whimpered, a purring moan that rose in my throat, aching to burst out of me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my body tensing. “You’re going to make me ... CUM!”

My pussy writhed about his dick. I bucked and groaned as the ecstasy slammed through my body. Such hot rapture filled me. I whimpered and trembled, humping so hard against him. The rapture rippled through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I drank in the pleasure. The joy of teaching this teenage boy how to fuck rippled through me.

And getting paid to do it.

I squeezed my thighs so hard about his waist. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. I whimpered on the desk. It groaned and trembled beneath me. His face shone with awe as he felt my cunt massaging him.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” he groaned and rammed his dick into me.

Hot cum spurted into me. I whimpered in rapture. My pussy milked his dick. He bucked atop me, twisting my nipples with his rough fingers. Pleasure burst through me. Another orgasm swept through my body.

This was wonderful. What a beautiful way to teach my students. I wanted to mold all the girls into my whores, all the boys into my studs. My back arched. My tits jiggled. Pleasure drowned my mind in possibilities.

Leyla Umayyah

“Mmm, I hope we’ll have another date, Mr. Townsend,” I said, shuddering on the table in the private study room in my high school’s library. His cum filled my pussy, making me feel like such a slut.

“Yeah,” he said, his back stiff. He didn’t look at me as he buttoned up his shirt. “I’m sure we will.”

“And it was worth the $200, right?” I asked, rubbing my dusky thighs together. My hands slid up my body, cupping my dusky, perky tits.

He shuddered, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out two crisp $100 bills. He threw them at me, the bills fluttering down onto my naked stomach, and then opened the door. He strolled out without saying a word. I stuck my tongue out after him. He didn’t have to be a dick now. Not after he fucked my sixteen-year-old pussy so hard while moaning his daughter’s name as he spurted into me.

I scooped up the bills, staring at them. Mom would have to make change to give me my cut. But I’d made $80 today. That was more than I’d make working a part time shift at a fast food restaurant. And far, far more pleasurable even with Mr. Townsend’s horrible attitude.

The door opened. I shuddered, eager to be caught naked. It was such a perverse thrill. I spread my legs wider apart, feeling Mr. Townsend’s cum leaking out of me and pooling on the table. My pussy faced the door, shaved and glistening and so well fucked.

Kimmy walked in.

My blonde friend was eager to make the plunge into slutdom. She already licked my pussy clean of my lunch date’s cum in the bathroom. And tomorrow night, she’d get her cherry popped fucking her father during our slumber party.

“I heard you moaning through the walls,” Kimmy said, the petite blonde’s cheeks bright red. “It sounded so hot. He really fucked you hard.”

“He did,” I said, quivering. “I even came.”

Her face fell. “Oh, so you don’t need me to... ?”

“Eat my pussy and make me cum?” I asked. “I always need that!”

She beamed at me, flashing her braces at me. She was so cute with her blonde hair and fresh face. She had the look of that blushing virgin down so well. Even as a slut, she would still look so innocent. The teachers of our school would love to violate her. She’d make as much money as I was working for my Mom.

And she wasn’t the only one. Our two friends, Kendra and Izzy, were becoming sluts, too. Mom would put them to work tomorrow. It was so naughty.

“Take your dress off, Kimmy,” I said as she approached the table licking her lips. “I’ll eat your pussy, too.”

“Too?” she asked. “How can we both eat each other’s pussies?”

“Jeez, we’ll sixty-nine,” I said.

Her eyes widened. “That’s what sixty-nine means.” Then she groaned in understanding. “Because a nine is an upside down six.”

“You never knew?” I giggled. “I knew you were innocent, but, wow.”

“I was just too ashamed to ask what it meant,” she said, unbuttoning her dress. She pulled it over her head and exposed the plain, white schoolgirl bra cupping her small breasts and the matching, dainty panties hiding her treasures.

I licked my lips, so eager to see her naked body. Her blush deepened as she unhooked her bra. It was sooooo sexy watching her slip it off her shoulders. Then her small breasts came into view, topped by blushing-pink nipples.

“Those are so cute,” I said, my round breasts jiggling. “Ooh, I love your nipples, Kimmy.”

“Thanks,” she said, face still scarlet. She was still getting used to being a slut.

“Now the panties. I want to see that pussy!”

“Gosh, you are such a horndog, Leyla,” she said even as she hooked her fingers in her waistband.

“Yep,” I said with pride, my cum-filled pussy getting hotter and hotter. “Take it off, hot stuff!”

She shuddered, her small breasts jiggling, then thrust down her panties in one go, doing it as fast as possible. I shuddered, spotting the soft, golden bush adorning her pubic mound. It did nothing to hide the tight slit of her virgin pussy.

A shiver raced through me. I was about to eat cherry pie.

“So, I just climb on you?” she asked.

I nodded my head. “Yep. Straddle my head and lean over. I’ll eat you, you eat me, and we’ll both cum!”

“I like the sound of that.”

Kimmy climbed onto the table. It shifted and creaked. For a moment, my stomach lurched. She froze, both of us waiting for it to collapse. It didn’t. Nervous giggles burst out of our mouths. But we were also too horny to let that possibility stop us.

My friend threw her leg over me and straddled my head. I stared up at her pussy, her juices already glistening on her golden pubic hair. She leaned over my body, and I grabbed her firm rump. I pulled her pussy down to my hungry mouth.

She nuzzled into my shaved pussy. I nuzzled into hers. We ate each other.

“Leyla!”

“Kimmy!”

We both moaned as we ran our tongues through the other’s pussy. Her braces rubbed on my labia as she gathered Mr. Townsend’s cum out of my shaved snatch. I shivered, loving having my pussy cleaned. I wanted her to lick me clean after Daddy has fucked me.

That would be hot.

I licked across her tight slit, gathering her sweet cream. She whimpered as I brushed her hymen covering the entrance to her pussy. I nuzzled against it with my tongue, feeling the little holes in it. That made her squirm atop me, smearing her juicy cunt across my lips. My nipples throbbed on her belly as she moved, sending tingles down to my cunt.

She tasted so good. And her silky pubic hairs tickled my lips, cheeks, and nose. I breathed in her musk as I lapped at her snatch from clit to her hymen. I wanted to thrust into her depths, to pop her cherry with my tongue. But her father would get that treat. Deserved that treat.