Chapter 11: Watching Daughter Pop Her Cherry

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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 school just a few hours ago. They were so energetic, both of them making those excited noises only a teenage 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 teenage 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, teenage 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, underage 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 teenage 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 underage 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 after school club. I’m the adviser of it.” Principal Carver helped set it up.

He was so eager for Sunday to arrive so he could fuck my daughter and me all day.

“Let me get my wallet,” Todd said.

Leyla squealed in delight.

Leyla Umayyah

I was so excited as I squirmed on Kimmy’s bed. We were both naked, our bodies pressed tight. Her small boobies—these cute, little handfuls topped by soft, pink nipples—rubbed against my dusky, round tits. Her blue eyes were so wide and bright, her braces shining on her teeth as she grinned. A romcom played loudly on her TV.

“I’m really going to sleep with my father tonight,” she said, squirming her thighs together.

“And getting paid $200 to do it,” I said. I was getting $200, too, the remaining $600 went to help my family. The pair of us were going to have so much fun with her Daddy. He was a yummy man. I mean, he wasn’t my daddy, but he was still a stud. And Kimmy would have so much fun. “You’re getting your cherry popped. And tomorrow, before the gangbang, Jalal is eager to be your number two.”

She blushed, squirming. “He is cute.”

“Yes, he is,” I said, my fingers walking up her ivory leg towards her blonde bush. “He’s such a sweet boy. He likes you, you know.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Didn’t you see how excited he was to have you suck his cock yesterday?” I asked, my finger reaching her blonde bush.

Her thighs parted for me, my hand slipping down to cup her virgin cunt as she moaned, “He did look like he was having a hot time.”

“Yes, he did,” I purred, feeling her soft pussy lips through her blonde pubic hair. Her juices coated my fingers and palm. I rubbed up and down on her vulva, making her tremble, her small boobies jiggling. “He’s looking forward to the gangbang, too. I think he wants to watch you more than me. I’m a little jealous.”

“I can’t believe it. A gangbang,” Kimmy said. “That’s so wild.”

“You’re not having second thoughts?” I asked. “Izzy and Kendra are eager to experience it.”

“No, no, I want to be a slut,” Kimmy said. Then she shoved her hand between my thighs, rubbing at my shaved cunt. “Like you.”

I shuddered as her fingers brushed my clit then slid down to my pussy lips. She penetrated her fingers into my cunt. I shuddered, my snatch clenching down on her probing fingers. She pumped them in and out as I rubbed her virgin twat, brushing her hymen and labia.

“You’re going to be just as naughty as me,” I purred. “You’re going to be fucked by your daddy tonight. And tomorrow, my little brother’s going to enjoy your pussy and all the boys at our high school are going to fuck us so hard!”

“Yes!” she moaned, trembling, humping against my fingers. She wiggled hers inside of mine, brushing that special spot I discovered yesterday. A jolt shot through me, making me whimper. “They’re going to enjoy our tight bodies.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Ooh, how early can we pretend that you went to bed? I just want to get fucking your daddy so badly!”

“Uh-huh,” Kimmy groaned, her body twisting, her pussy growing hotter and hotter on my fingers.

Her bed creaked as we writhed in delight. Pleasure flowed out of my pussy, her fingers feeling so wonderful inside of me. Then she ground the heel of her hand on my clit. She made my little bud throb and ache. It sent sparks of delight through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head as I slid my fingers up and down the groove of her slit, brushing her clit and her hymen, savoring her juicy delight.

Our bodies rubbed together. Our skin caressed each other. Our moans echoed through the room. Her head leaned back, her mouth open as she groaned. I lunged my head closer, kissing those lips, feeling her braces rasping on my lips.

Our tongues met, dancing. We whimpered into the other’s mouth as we fingered each other faster and faster. My pussy grew hotter, clenching on her fingers as ripples of delight surged through me. I could feel my pleasure building and building in me. I came closer and closer to exploding. To that wonderful release.

I loved this feeling.

I loved being a slut.

I kissed her harder, my tongue running across her teeth. Her braces were just so sexy. Made her feel even more innocent. My fingers rubbed harder on her pussy, dancing on her clit. She shuddered and bucked, her digits curling inside of me.

She brushed that wonderful spot inside of me again.

“Yes, yes, right there, Kimmy!” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “That’s my G-spot. Just keep rubbing right there!”

“Okay!” my friend moaned, my digits rubbing faster and faster on her clit, sliding back and forth across her nub. She bucked and groaned as her fingers attacked my G-spot.

Pleasure swelled through me. My toes curled. Strained groans burst from my mouth. I whimpered and groaned. She trembled beside me. Her juices flowed. I bit my lip, my pussy clenching so hard on her fingers.

I came.

Hot juices spurted out of my pussy and splashing on her hand. I moaned out my rapture as the delight rushed through me. A moment later, Kimmy joined me. Her body bucked beside me. She squeaked in rapture.

“Leyla!” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, yes, we’re going to have so much fun!” I gasped. “So much fun tonight! And tomorrow!”

“We’re sluts!” she whimpered.

The pleasure flowed through me. Stars danced through my vision. I moaned and gasped. I kissed her again, savoring the flavor of my friend’s lips. I couldn’t wait to see her impaled on her father’s cock. To witness her cherry pop.

As the rapture soared through me, I knew tonight would be so awesome.

Mrs. Umayyah

I trembled in the bathroom of the hotel room. I stared at myself, feeling so wanton. My hijab lay on the counter, my black hair falling in sleek waves about my motherly face. My large breasts rose and fell in the silk bodice of the black nightie I wore, all lace and sheer fabric, my dark-brown nipples bled through as shadows through it, not hidden at all. It ended at my waist, showing off the matching thong I wore, my black bush bleeding around the fabric.

I shuddered. My husband thought I was chaperoning our daughter at Kimmy’s house. If he knew I was whoring my body out to my student, he would divorce me. He would throw me out. But I needed this. I cared for my husband, had built a life for him, but I needed to make back that money I lost to online gambling.

And I needed to indulge my desires.

I was a slut like my daughter. I knew that now. I had made all these excuses to rationalize my behavior since discovering what was going on in Vicky Samuels classroom. I was just watching Clint fuck his women. I was just training my daughter. I was just helping out my sons who needed relief. I was just making back the money I lost. But Clint showed me the truth today. I wanted to fuck the young men I taught. I wanted to be plowed by my sons, by their friends, by my students.

And one of them, a seventeen-year-old stud, waited for me to exit the bathroom and spend the night with him.

My husband had our daughter to fuck. And soon her friends. He’d be mad at me for doing this, but I wasn’t any different from him. How could I pass up the chance to enjoy hot, young flesh? He couldn’t pass up our daughter and the promise of her friends. Well, neither could I pass up Carter and my male students.

I had an entire night of illicit passion to feed my desires ahead of me.

I walked with a strut to the bathroom door and stepped out into the hotel room. Carter waited on the bed, naked, his body muscular from sports, a young man in his prime. A cocky grin split across his lips as she stared at my busty, curvy body. Such lust burst in his eyes. His dick, thrusting from his golden bush, twitched, already half-hard and growing larger and larger at the sight of me. He licked his lips.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he panted as I sauntered to him, my hips swaying, my large breasts jiggling in my nightie. “Just, damn ... You are so hot.”

“Hotter than those teenage girls you normally date?” I asked, my voice sounding like honey.

“So much hotter.” He salivated for me. It wasn’t a lie to flatter me. “They don’t have your body. Those tits ... Jesus, those tits are dynamite.”

I squeezed them through my nightie, the fabric rubbing on my nipples. “These? You love these tits?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, rising from the bed. His cock thrust hard before him. The muscles of his body rippled as he walked to me. I drank in the sight of my high school student’s body, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. “I’m going to enjoy them.”

“Yes, you are,” I moaned as he seized me and pulled me close.

His hands cupped my butt-cheeks left naked by the narrow back of my thong. He pulled me tight against him, his lips catching mine in a hot kiss. I shuddered against him, rubbing my body on his, feeling his hard dick pressing on my stomach. My pussy ached to be penetrated by him. To be fucked like a slut. The way Clint had fucked me today.

I was such a wicked wife. Such a naughty mom. A slutty teacher.

I moaned into the kiss, my arms slipping around his neck, clinging to him as he massaged my ass. His fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He pulled me so tight into his cock, his shaft like iron against me. The source of all the pleasure I’d receive tonight.

Such strength. Such virility.

I shivered as his hands moved. They slid up my body, crossing the silk of the nightie I bought yesterday just for tonight. I’d never worn anything like this lingerie before I modeled them for my son. I’d been a good, Muslim woman for far, far too long.

His hands squeezed my breasts. My nipples throbbed as the silken fabric slid across them. He kneaded them through the nightie. He groaned into my kiss, loving the feel of them. I shuddered against him, wiggling my hips, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “These tits are amazing. They’re so fucking big.”

“Mmm, they are,” I purred, rubbing my nose against his. “And you feel like you know just how to please them.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, his fingers brushing my nipples through them. “And that thong ... It’s just as hot as the one you were wearing at school.”

“And you were just so naughty and took that pair off of me,” I groaned. “I had pussy juices dripping down my thighs all day.”

He gave me such a naughty grin and squeezed my tits. “How wet are you right now?”

“Why don’t you just find out? I’ve been teasing you with my pussy for the last two days. Now ... Now you can enjoy it.”

His blue eyes smoldered with passion. The stud slid down my body, kneeling on the floor before me. His hands caressed up and down my thighs as he stared at my crotch, my bush so thick, spilling about the black cloth. It almost blended in, but my pubic hair had a lustrousness that caught the light. He breathed in, let out a groan.

“Damn, you smell good, Mrs. Umayyah.”

“Don’t I?” I asked, my body shaking. “Come on, just slide it off and find out how wet I am. That’s why women wear panties like these. So hot studs like you can have fun removing them.”

He grinned at me, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. I shivered as he pulled them down, the stretching cloth sliding over my hips. The back slid out of my butt-crack. More and more of my bush was exposed, then my pussy. He breathed in again as he pulled the skimpy cloth down my dusky thighs.

I stepped out of them. He brought the thong to his face, inhaling my tangy passion. He groaned, licking the crotch before he threw my panties aside and stared right at my married cunt nestled amid my dark curls.

He had the real thing tonight.

“Carter!” I gasped as he buried his hungry mouth into my snatch.

I gripped his short, blond hair as he devoured my married cunt. His tongue licked and lapped through my folds. They danced through my labia. I threw back my head, my big breasts bouncing and jiggling as he feasted on me. He devoured my cunt. He ate me with that youthful hunger.

My husband had never done this for me.

Moans rose out of my throat. My head swept from side-to-side, my hair sliding across my back. I whimpered as the delight rose and rose inside of me. I shuddered, grinding my cunt on his hungry mouth, my pubic hair caressing his face, his nose buried in my bush.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, love my pussy. That’s how you please a woman, Carter. Ooh, you are such a stud.”

He paid good money to eat my pussy, to be with me all night, and he wasn’t wasting his opportunity. His tongue jammed into the depths of my married cunt. I shuddered on him. My breasts bounced and jiggled in the nightie. My hands clutched in his hair as the pleasure whipped through me.

Carter knew how to eat pussy.

He devoured me with such passion. He feasted on my married cunt. His blue eyes stared up at me with such youthful passion. This young stud, this man, whipped my snatch into a frenzy. My juices flowed while pleasure rippled over and over through my body.

He electrified me.

He had me trembling.

Moaning.

My eyes fluttered as the pleasure built and built in my cunt. My snatch clenched on his probing tongue. His nose brushed my clit, massaging it, sending hot sparks shooting through my body. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure rushed through my body. I loved it. This stud drove me wild.