Daughter's Slut - S01 E24

Story 1 day ago

Daughter's Slut - S01 E24

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

The way she ate my pussy...

“Damn, baby sis,” Faizel groaned as I dragged my fingers up my cheek, gathering more pearly jism on them. I popped them in my mouth as he stroked his own dick. Their cum coated my face, my neck. Some even ran down to my breasts. “What do you say, brother? Do we fuck this whore hard?”

“Yes,” Jalal groaned.

“Just like we talked about,” Faizel grinned. “Take control of the slut. Show her who's in charge.”

“You are,” I breathed, my fingers scooping up cum off my neck and popping the salty treat into my mouth.

Jalal groaned. Then he fell to his knees and grabbed my hair. I squeaked in pain, my pussy clenching hard, as he pulled me over him. He sank onto his back. I ended up straddling him, my pussy rubbing on my brother's hard dick.

An incestuous thrill ran through me.

“Fuck that cunt down my dick, sister,” he growled, sounding so strong and authoritative. Even with his glasses on, his face transformed into such manly power.

I loved it.

Mom whimpered, still filming but with only one hand, the other digging her skirt into her crotch, fingering her hot pussy through her clothing.

How would Dad react if Mom was a slut?

“Fuck my cock, slut!” Jalal snarled, seizing my nipple and twisting hard.

The pain shocked me into motion. A wet, wanton moan rose from my throat as I seized his dick. I lifted up on my thighs, guiding him to my dripping pussy. Then, with a loud groan, I impaled myself down his incestuous shaft.

My brother filled my pussy. He reached deeper in me than President Carver. I whimpered, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, his thick bush rubbing on my clit. My body contorted. My asshole clenching, forcing out more cum from the depths of my bowels.

“Look at that,” Faizel grunted as I rose on our little brother's dick. “The whore's already been fucked in the ass today.”

“Yes, she's such a slut,” Mom moaned, fingers digging so hard into her crotch. “Fuck her asshole.”

My eyes widened as Faizel knelt behind me. “Two cocks? At the same time?”

“Just like a slut would enjoy,” Faizel said. “Right, Mom?”

“Of course,” she answered, her voice tight and breathless.

I trembled, my pussy clenching hard on Jalal's cock as our older brother rubbed the tip of his dick against my asshole. He pressed against my sphincter, the president's cum lubing the way for him to slip in with ease.

His drove me down Jalal's dick. My eyes widened. Two cocks were in me. They filled me to the hilt. I whimpered, squirming on them. Both my holes stuffed with my brothers' shafts. Pleasure radiated out of me, two different but delicious flavors of euphoria. The silky, wet heat from my pussy and the rough, velvety fire from my asshole.

And then Faizel fucked me.

“Oh, yes!” I howled, my head snapping back, my body pressing into Faizel's muscular chest. “That's... That's... Wow!”

My hips moved by whorish instinct. I found a rhythm with my older brother's hard, forceful strokes. I moved on both their dicks. My pussy slid up and down Jalal's cock as Faizel sodomized me with his powerful thrusts. His balls smacked my taint, slamming me down Jalal's shaft.

My little brother groaned. His hands seized my tits, squeezing hard. His face twisted with pleasure as he enjoyed the delight of my pussy. My hips danced, stirring both their dicks through my holes as the euphoria surged through me.

It reached my mind.

“Oh, yes! Oh, that's so good. Fuck me, brothers! Fuck my whorish holes!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” hissed Mom. “Plow the little slut. Fill her with your cum!”

“We will, Mother,” Jalal groaned, fingers finding my nipples, twisting.

Pleasure shot from my nipples to my pussy and asshole. Two different fires drank in the sensations. My cunt and bowels clenched down on their shafts. Incestuous rapture raged inside of me. My orgasm swelled and swelled as my brothers' cocks reamed my body over and over.

Flesh slapped against flesh. My crotch into Jalal, my ass into Faizel. Every stroke of their dicks swelled my rapture. It grew and grew inside of me. It promised to engulf me. To bury me in a tsunami of incestuous ecstasy.

“What a slut,” grunted Faizel, pounding my asshole harder, increasing the wonderful friction.

“A slut,” Jalal groaned, twisting my nipples so hard.

“I am!” I whimpered, my head swaying, my body growing drunk on pleasure. “I'm going to... Yes!”

My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks. Rapture surged through me. Ecstasy hammered my mind. My body convulsed between them. I spasmed out of control as their dicks filled my holes over and over. They fucked me, Jalal thrusting upward as our brother thrust downward. Their dicks slammed into my cunt and bowels over and over.

And that kept me cumming.

Rapture raged through my body. I squealed and gasped, beyond words, beyond thoughts. There was only the press of our flesh. My brothers' dicks filling my cunt with their incestuous lusts. Their thick, long cocks reaming to the depths of my twat and bowels. They filled me over and over.

I loved it.

I drank it in.

I never wanted it to stop.

“Fuck that little slut,” hissed Mom, trembling, a stain spreading across her skirt as she rubbed her pussy through it. “Plow her! Cum in her!”

“Yes, Mom!” Jalal groaned, his face twisting with pleasure.

“We'll dump so much jizz into our slut-sister!” Faizel grunted, ramming that cock into my spasming bowels, driving my convulsing pussy down Jalal's dick.

“Yes!” I whimpered, quivering, another orgasm surging through me. Stars danced before my vision. “Cum in me, brothers!”

This time, Jalal came first. He grunted, thrusting upward as Faizel's stroke drove me downward. Our flesh slapped together. Then his cum spurted into my hungry cunt. I groaned, my little brother's spunk filling my twat.

A moment later, Faizel groaned. His hands squeezed my hips. His dick unloaded into my asshole, adding more spunk to my bowels' depths. I quivered, both my brothers' jizz pumping into my holes. I whimpered in orgasmic rapture.

And the camera captured it all. Immortalized my whorish pleasure.

I found the lens, staring into it as my rapture burned through me. I grinned at it, so proud I pleasured both my brothers at the same time. That I used both my holes at once to make them cum. I only wished Dad was here, his cock filling my mouth.

All three of my holes used at the same time by the men in my life. The men I loved.

“What a slut!” Mom hissed as my orgasm peaked through me.

“I am!” I howled to the camera, my holes milking out the last of my brothers' jizz.

And then I collapsed into a gasping, panting, quivering mess. Faizel ripped his cock out of my asshole. Jalal pushed me off of him, his shaft plopping out of my cunt. I could only lie on the floor, my entire body buzzing, incestuous jizz running out of both my holes, making a mess on the living room carpet.

I stared at the ceiling, slowly cumming down from my orgasmic high. My fingers idly played with my messy pussy, bringing cum to my lips, savoring it mixed with my tangy cream. The same delight my mother feasted on earlier today.

Was she a slut? She couldn't be. She couldn't do that to Dad. Yes, she helped me train. Yes, she helped out my brothers when I couldn't, but that didn't make her like me? She was just being a good mother. Helping out her children.

But she licked out President Carver's cum out of my pussy...

For money.

I shook my head. No. She did that to help with the performance. He offered to fuck her for money, and she refused. She pointed out she was married. She would never hurt my father by being a slut. He was such a wonderful man. She could never betray him that way.

And I bet he would be so proud to learn that I made $200 whoring today. $160 for the family and $40 for myself. I wondered if he would give me a treat for applying my whorish predilection to help out the family.

That had to be why Mom whored me out. Why should she let me be a slut for free when guys would pay for my body?

My cell phone rang. I groaned, spotting my discarded skirt. I crawled to it, more cum leaking out of my holes, and fumbled around. I manage to untangle my skirt and dig my cell phone out of my pocket before the call went to voice mail.

Then I froze when I saw who it was, my finger hovering over the green circle, about to swipe it to answer the call.

It was Kimmy.

My stomach tensed. Was she calling to tell me she hated me for fingering her in the bathroom? Had my whorish behavior ruined our friendship?

I swiped the green circle, took a deep breath, and said, “Hey, Kimmy.”

To be continued...