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Abigail Carter – Day One

I closed my youngest daughter’s door, the taste of her pussy still lingering on my lips. It was an okay flavor, though my son wanting to use me by watching me have more sapphic experiences was thrilling and troubling. I wasn’t a lesbian.

I didn’t desire women. Handsome men made me tingle. My son made me wet.

Of course, if he wanted to use me like that, I was more than happy to. I would eat more pussies—all the pussies—especially if they had his cum in the. That had been a delicious treat, and I had orgasmed. So it wasn’t bad.

It just wasn’t my favorite way of being used.

I headed down the hallway and found my husband in bed in his boxers. He set his phone down and grinned at me. His cock was tenting the front of his underwear. His eyes roamed over my naked body, staring at my big breasts and curves.

“We had sex last night,” I said, closing the door. I was tired. I had so many orgasms today. I was beat. “Once a week. That’s the deal.”

“Yeah, but with Tony using you like that,” my husband groaned. “I mean, you’re prancing around the house in just an apron. Now you’re naked. I could hear you gasping out in pleasure in the other room. I thought maybe…”

“No,” I said, feeling not an ounce of desire for my husband. I rarely did. We had been married too long. I let him make love to me out of duty and pity. “I’m going to bed. You’ll have to take care of yourself.”

He signed and got up, heading to the bathroom. It wasn’t that I had a problem with him doing that in front of me, it just made the bed rock and it was distracting. I pulled on the nightgown. It was early to go to bed, but we did have church in the morning.

I crawled into bed, turned off the lamp, and smiled. My son had used me gloriously today. I was such a great mom. I licked my lips, still tasting Debbie. It really wasn’t bad. And I did have a nice cum there at the end as I sixty-nined with my daughter.

Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be used that way every now and then.

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Tony Carter

“Bitch, I am going to fuck your ass while our little sister watches,” I said.

“Sure, T-dawg,” she said.

I really hated when she called me that. I told her not to call me roach or maggot. “Call me… Master. You’re my bitch. I own you. Time for you to act like it.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and smiled at me. “Mmm, so you own me, huh?” She pressed her face into the floor and thrust her ass up in the air. She wiggled it at me, her shaved pussy framed by her lush thighs. Her cute rump looked so inviting. “Then you can use my ass however you want!”

“He can use any woman’s ass however he wants, bitch,” Debbie said. She smiled at me, her lips dripping in our mother’s pussy juices. Braces flashed on her teeth. She was a cutie. She had her strawberry-blonde hair in pigtails just for me.

“True.” My older sister kept wiggling her ass at me as my younger sister squirmed.

“If you want to masturbate, Debbie, that’s A-OK,” I said, falling to my knees and slapping my dick on my older sister’s butt-cheek. “In fact, I’d love to see you do that. Make sure you spread your legs real wide so I can watch your fingers go in and out of your pussy!”

“Sure thing, big brother!” she said. She only started calling me big brother today, too. All because of that device I found on the internet. The one that I had inserted into the base of my skull on the back of my neck.

As I slid my cock into Bitch’s butt-crack, my sister slid her fingers through her sparse bush and found the folds of her pussy. She was no longer a virgin. With her legs spread wide, her cunt gaped open. She thrust those fingers in with ease. So fucking hot to watch.

I stared at my little sister masturbating as I found Bitch’s asshole. I thrust against her backdoor. I loved the way she moaned as I did that. Her asshole stretched and stretched to take my dick. That felt fantastic. She moaned as our little sister whimpered.

Those cute digits pumped in and out of that pink hole. I smiled as I thrust harder. Bitch gasped. Her asshole surrendered. I popped into her bowels. My little sister squealed in delight, watching with such feverish heat in her eyes.

“Big brother,” whimpered Debbie.

I grinned at my little sister jilling her pussy. She thrust her digits in and out of her cunt as I bottomed out in Bitch’s asshole. My big sister squeezed her bowels down around my cock. I throbbed in her depths, enjoying having every inch of my dick in her.

I drew back my cock. She gasped, her asshole squeezing down on me. Debbie shuddered, her tongue flicking over her lips as she watched my dick emerging from our big sister’s asshole. What was going through Debbie’s mind?

“Fuck,” I growled and thrust back into Bitch’s asshole.

She shuddered, her asshole gripping my dick. She massaged me with that amazing backdoor. Her velvety sheath felt wonderful around my dick. I loved this power. Tomorrow would be amazing at church. I would fuck Jenny Bishop. I had such a crush on the preacher’s daughter. And the preacher’s wife was a MILF. Then Monday would be school, and there was this asshole who bullied me.
His girl was fucking smoking hot.

I thrust away harder at Bitch’s asshole, plans dancing in my head as I thrust away at her tight bowels. She squeezed down on me. I loved the pressure. She gripped me. Massaged me. It was fantastic. I loved it. I fucked away at her tight asshole. I pounded her bowels with force.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I growled. “Oh, that’s it. That’s fucking it!”

“Yes, yes, use her ass, big brother,” whimpered Debbie. Her pigtails swayed and small breasts quivered. Her toes curled.

“Are you going to cum watching me fuck Bitch in the ass?” I growled, thrusting away hard at Bitch’s bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes, big brother!” squealed my little sister.

I loved it. I thrust harder at Bitch’s asshole, the pressure building in my balls. They slapped into her taint. I loved it. I fucked her with force as my little sister trembled. This device was amazing. How had no one used it before? How was I so lucky to stumble on that old GeoCities page.

I couldn’t take much more of my big sister’s asshole. Bitch squeezed down on me, massaging me with her velvety sheath. She moaned as I fucked her, sounding so into it. I pounded her with all that I had, burying into her bowels.

“You going to cum from being ass-fucked, Bitch?” I growled.

“God, yes, Master!” she moaned, squeezing her asshole down on my dick.

“Good!” I growled as I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath. “Because… Fuck!”

I erupted.

I pumped my cum into my big sister’s bowels. She gasped and her anal sheath spasmed wildly around me. Feeling my cum spurting into her asshole had set her off. That was wild. Ecstasy slammed into my mind as I dumped more and more of my cum into her bowels.

“Big brother!” squealed my little sister. Her legs kicked and spasmed as she climaxed. Her fingers buried deep into her cunt as she trembled on the bed.

I watched her cumming as I pumped blast after blast of my jizz into my big sister’s asshole. Bitch moaned, her bowels rippling around my dick. She worked out the cum from my balls. I savored that delight. I enjoyed every last second of it.

I gripped her hips and dumped the last of my cunt into her bowels. I savored that heat. The pleasures rushed through me. I felt damned good. I sucked in a deep breath, a big smile crossing my lips. What a wonderful thrill to fuck her asshole.

I ripped out of her asshole and watched my little sister finish cumming. She hit that peak and fell back on her bed. I felt so good. I needed to have my dick suckled clean, but… I didn’t want Bitch to do it. I wanted a loving blowjob.

I lightly kicked Bitch in the ass. “Go to bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and scurried out of there.

I turned off the light and sat on my sister’s bed. She sat up and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her cheek against me. She was such an affectionate thing. She really wanted to be used by me. Hell, every woman did.

“You wouldn’t mind… sucking my dirty dick clean, would you, Debbie?” I asked.

“Of course not, big brother!” she said. “Mmm, I’ll get you all nice and clean from Bitch’s asshole.”
“Perfect,” I said, grinning from ear to ear. This was just what I wanted.

I stretched out on her bed, my head on her pillows. She settled between my thighs, her pigtails draped over my leg. She gripped my cock and kissed the tip. She slid her mouth over my cock. I groaned as she did that. It was so hot having her do that.

She swallowed my dirty dick with such enthusiasm, remembering all the lessons that Mom gave her. She minded her teeth and suckled hard. Her tongue swept around me as she polished my pole. I groaned at the pleasure sweeping through me.

It was outstanding. I groaned as she suckled on me with all her might. Her head bobbed, working up and down me as she loved me with her hot mouth. She was such a sweet thing. I stroked one of her pigtails as she loved me.

“Damn, that’s so good, Debbie,” I groaned. “You’re such a good little sister.”

She squealed around my cock.

“Yes, you are. Ooh, thank you for that.” I smiled from ear to ear. “You’re going to make me cum, you know that?”

She ripped her mouth off my cock to squeal, “Yay!”

She re-swallowed my dick.

She nursed on me with that hot mouth. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled with all her might. It was just fabulous having her do that. I groaned, loving that delight. It was a perfect treat to have. She pleasured me with such might. I groaned, loving her passion.

My little sister polished my pole, my nuts swelling with the pressure of her suckling on me. She was so good at that. Just so amazing at nursing at me. I knew I would have a huge climax. I would flood her mouth with all that passion. She would gulp it all down. I couldn’t wait for her to swallow every last drop of my jizz.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” I groaned. “I so love using your mouth, Debbie!”

She moaned around my cock again.

“Mmm, that makes you happy to be my cock-sucking little sister?”

She nodded around my cock and suckled on me. I tightened my grip on her pigtail, the pressure in my nuts swelling as she polished my pole. She was such a delight. I could don’t help but rise toward that bursting point. I would fill her mouth with my stomach.

“Then it must make you so happy that you’re going to be my little sister mistress,” I said. “We can’t marry, but you can be my mistress since I’ll probably marry Jenny Bishop.”

She suckled really, really hard on my cock. I groaned at the incestuous delight. It was so hot having her do that. I hurtled closer to erupting. I would have her as my mistress, Jenny as my girlfriend, Bitch as my sex slave, and Mom as my lover. That sounded just wonderful.

The pressure hurtled toward the bursting point as my little sister put her all in sucking my dick. She brought me closer and closer to cumming in her mouth. Her tongue danced around me. She caressed my sensitive sponge.

I erupted.

“Debbie!” I gasped as I pumped her mouth full of cum.

She swallowed down my jizz. She gulped it all down, loving every drop of my spunk. I shuddered, savoring that treat. It was fantastic filling her mouth with all my spunk. She swallowed each and every drop of spunk that I had. It was wild.

She swallowed every drop of cum like such a good girl. I groaned, the pleasure slamming through me. I enjoyed this immensely. I panted, my face twisting in delight as she nursed out the last of my cum. My orgasm passed.

She ripped her mouth off and said, “Did I do good?”

“You were amazing,” I said. “Mmm, I am bushed. I’m going to sleep with you tonight.”
She slid up my body, pressing her naked, petite form against me. She kissed my cheek. “Night, big brother.”

I sank down into sleep with my little sister against me. What an incredible first day with the free-use device. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It was Sunday. That meant church. Jenny Bishop and her mother. The preacher’s daughter and wife. Things would be delicious.

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Debbie Carter – Day 2

My big brother turned on the water from the shower. It hissed and splashed against the tiles. We had to get ready for church. I was so glad that we were taking a shower. His dick was so hard, and my pussy was so wet.

“I’ll get you squeaky clean, big brother,” I said, hopping into the water. My hair was loose since I would be washing it.

“You better,” he said. “I’m going to be making your pussy quite dirty. Just fill your twat with all my cum.”

“Ooh, that sounds so much fun,” I squealed, the water splashing warm on my tits. I loved it. I turned around to find him sweeping in after me. His arms went around me. He between down and kissed me.

I melted to him. Last night had been so wondrous. I slept beside him. It was so amazing to be used by him like that. I would wake up, feel him next to me, and fall back to sleep knowing I was safe and sound in his arms.

That he would make sure I would not be harmed. He was such a loving big brother.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me. I gasped as he turned me and pressed me into the wall. The shower sprayed on our sides as his cock nuzzled through my curls into my pussy. I was deflowered, so he popped right in.

I broke the kiss and squealed, “Yes, yes, use my pussy, big brother!”

“I definitely will,” he growled as he held me pinned to the wall. My cunt clenched down on him. It was a wonderful treat. “I will fuck you so hard. You’re going to just burst with pure delight. Your orgasms are your rewards for being used!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy gripping him

He drew back, my legs squeezing about his thighs as I enjoyed this. The friction was just incredible. His cock felt so amazing in me. He thrust back into me. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on him. He pumped away at me with force.

His cock felt wondrous in me. He thrust in and out of me, driving me wild with his thrusts. He churned me up. It felt amazing having his cock pumping in and out of me. I held him tight as he buried into me over and over again.

I loved that wondrous dick fucking me like that. He hammered my snatch. He fucked me with all that he had. I loved every last second of that heat building and building in me. It was excellent being fucked by him.

“Oh, oh, big brother!” I moaned, my cunt clamping down on him. “Sex is amazing!”

“It is,” he groaned. “But I’m the only boy that ever gets to fuck you. Or man. Only my dick. For the rest of your life. That’s how I want to use you!”

“I am your little sister mistress,” I gasped. “Of course. I love you, big brother!”

He grinned down at me as he thrust away at my cunt. He churned me up, my orgasm swelling in me. I trembled against him, my little nipples throbbing against his chest. I loved the feel of him on me as he thrust away.

I quivered against him, loving his cock in me. I gasped and moaned as he hammered me. He fucked me with such passion. He enjoyed using my cunt. I could feel how much he loved using my cunt. I made him feel amazing.

“Big brother!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt down on him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, fucking my twat with such force. “That’s it. That’s so good!”

“I’m so glad you like it, big brother!” I moaned. “I love being your little sister mistress! I hope you use me so much!”

“I will!” he promised. “Shit, let me feel that cunt going wild on my dick!”

“Yes, big brother!” I squealed, clamping down on him. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming.

His wondrous dick pumped in and out of me. He churned me up. I surged for that delight. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me with all that he had. He plowed to the hilt in me. His nuts slapped into my taint.

I gasped and came on his dick. My snatch writhed around him. The pleasure washed through me. So much bliss swept through my mind. My cunt spasmed about him. It felt just amazing to have all this rapture washing through me.

“Please, please, cum in me and finish using me!” I moaned as my big brother buried into my writhing snatch. “I want that, big brother! I love you!”

“Shit, yes!” he growled and erupted.

His cum pumped into my pussy. I loved his cum pumping over and over into my twat. My snatch spasmed around him. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head as he grunted and groaned. He filled me up with all his cum.

It was amazing having all that jizz flooding me. I reveled in all that spunk splashing against my cervix. I shuddered, my boobs rubbing into his chest as he filled me up with all his cum. It was just amazing having all that spunk in me.

Just so wondrous.

“Oh, big brother,” I whimpered, rubbing my face into his chest. “Oh, that was just so wondrous.”
“Yeah,” he panted, his cock throbbing in my snatch. “That was amazing! Damn, now we have to get ready for church!”

“Mmm-hmm, I purred, feeling so happy right now.

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Abigail Carter

“Come on, let’s go,” my husband Jake said as I crawled into the front seat of the family mini-van.

I didn’t normally sit facing the back of the van straddling my son, but that was how he wanted to use me. I set my bible in its pink case in the space between my seat and the center dashboard, the skirts of my pastel-blue skirt rustling.

“Do you mind helping me with my skirt, honey?” I asked Tony.

My son grinned at me as he hiked his skirt, pulling it up and up my legs and around my waist. Then he grabbed the silk slip I had on beneath. He worked that up, my pussy on fire to have his big dick in me. I hadn’t been used all morning.

It was just so hectic getting ready for church.

“Move your ass, Bitch!” Dad shouted at our oldest daughter. “Come on!”

She hated going to church, but she slouched along in a gray dress with a pink cardigan on. She looked so beautiful. So did Debbie who was already in the backseat in her pink dress. She wore a happy smile on her lips.

I lowered my pussy to my son’s cock. He nuzzled through my bush and found the folds of my wet cunt. I shuddered as I slowly sank my twat down his thick and long dick. I moaned in delight as he re-entered me. It was wonderful having him back in me.

Bitch slammed the door shut and huffed her annoyance. My husband backed out of the garage as my pussy clamped down so hard around my son’s dick. I loved this. I stared into his eyes. He had such pleasure in them.

I kissed my son as the garage door closed. My husband backed down the driveway and out onto the street. The curb jostled me, breaking the kiss with my son. My pussy clamped down on his cock. I gasped and rose up him.

“Mom,” groaned my son as my head brushed the ceiling. I plunged down him. “Shit!”

“Oh, Honey,” I moaned, savoring having every inch of my son in my pussy. It was just delicious. “Oh, that’s wondrous, honey!”

My husband hit the speed bump. I rose up my son’s cock and bopped my head on the ceiling before I plunged back down that big dick. I gasped, my clit grinding into my son’s pubic bone. Normally, I would be waspish at my husband for going over it that fast, but…

That felt so good.

I tensed for the next speed bump on the way out of the neighborhood, my cunt gripping my son’s dick. My husband slowed, but not much. I bounced up my son’s dick, squealing in delight before plunging back down him.

“Shit, that’s good,” my son said, gripping my ass through my bunched-up skirt. “Work that cunt up and down on my cock. I’m going to leave you dripping with my seed. Just fill that womb with my cum, Mom.”

“Yes, honey,” I groaned, so glad to be used by Tony.

It was wondrous to ride up and down him. He had just a wonderful cock. I loved it so much. It was just such a thrill to have all that cock in me. Just so much dick. It was glorious. I savored having so much of my son’s dick in my pussy.

Just so much of his cock in me. I worked up and down him as my husband pulled out onto the street. I had to make my son cum before we reached the church. It wasn’t that long of a drive. So I clenched my cunt down on him and rode him.

“You’re so lucky, Mom,” Debbie groaned in the backseat.

“I’m sure your brother will use you this way,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, you have to use your sister this way, Tony.”

“I’m sure I will,” he groaned. “Now make me cum, Mom!”

“Yes, honey!”

I didn’t care if anyone saw me. No, I wanted them to see me. I wanted them to know I was Tony’s mother, and I was being used by him. Willingly. I was thrilled to have that cock in me. He could have any woman’s pussy on his dick.

He chose his boring mom.

I didn’t get it. I was just his plain mom, but he fucked me more than any other woman so far. He loved watching me prance around. He found me sexy. Desirable. He wanted to fill my pussy with his cum. My womb with his seed.

I could have my son’s baby.

I shuddered at that thought, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. I whimpered as I rode him. I shuddered, plunging my cunt down him. My phone rang as I climbed up him. It was synced to the minivan since I drove it.
“Call from Alanna Bishop,” the slightly

robotic voice of Siri said.
“Answer,” I moaned. “Hey, Alanna.”

“Oh, hi, are you on the way to the church?” asked the preacher’s wife.

“Yes,” I groaned, my pussy working up and down my cock. “What do need?”

“I was just hoping to get that cookbook from you,” she said. “But if you’re on your way to church, it can wait.”

“Yes, yes, it can,” I moaned. “My husband’s not going to turn around. Oh, oh, no way he is.”

“Are you… okay?” the preacher’s wife asked. “You sound out of breath.”

“My son wanted me to ride his cock on the way to church,” I moaned. “I’m going to cum on his big dick. I’m going to cum so hard from being used by him, Alanna.”

“Oh, how lucky,” said Alanna. “Well, enjoy your orgasm. I’m glad you’re letting Tony use you. He’s such a good boy.”

“Yes!” I howled as I plunged down my son’s cock and came hard.

“Enjoy,” Alanna said as I climaxed on my son’s dick.

I spasmed around him, the pleasure rushing through me. It felt so delicious. I gasped and moaned, my head tossing. It was just a wonderful delight to have all that pleasure rushing through me. He groaned, his face pressed into my bodice.

“Mom!” he groaned and erupted into me.

I shuddered as I felt all that wonderful cum spurting into my pussy. It was amazing to be used by him on the way to church. My twat writhed around him as the waves of incestuous rapture swept through me. I was such a good mother. The Lord must be so proud of me.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I gasped, my pussy writhing around his dick. “Oh, that’s just amazing!”

Tony spurted more and more of his seed into my pussy, moaning into my bodice. His hands squeezed my rump through my bunched-up skirt. I closed my eyes, my twat writhing around him. I worked on my son’s cock. He groaned as he spurted one last blast into me.

I shuddered, so glad to have all this cum in me. It felt so delicious to have all that pleasure soaking my womb. I groaned in delight, savoring that amazing pleasure sweeping through me. My body quivered, my twat still writhing around him a few more times.

I blinked and saw we were pulling into the church’s parking lot. I breathed so heavily, feeling so good that my son had used me. I was just so thrilled to have all his cock in me. That was an important delight. I leaned back, breathing heavily.

“Damn, Mom,” he said.

“Mmm, thank you, honey,” I said. “That was delicious.”

“I bet,” my husband muttered. “Did you really have to use your mother on the way to church, son?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tony said. “I have to use Mom all the time. It’s so kinky to flood her pussy with my cum. I might even knock her up.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful,” I gasped. “However you want to use me, that’s fine with me.”
My son grinned at me as my husband turned off the vehicle. It was time to go to church with a pussy full of my son’s cum. And a womb full of his seed.

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Alanna Bishop

Abigail Carter came in clinging to her son’s arm. The blonde woman had a healthy flush to her face. She clearly enjoyed being used by her son. Tony was handsome. If he wanted to use me, that would be just great. I noticed Jenny, my daughter, glancing at him.

She had a little bit of a crush on him. It was so cute.

“Our daughter’s so eager to be used by Tony,” I said to my husband.

“Oh?” Trent asked as he stared down at his bible. He was always nervous before giving a sermon. Sure, he gave one or two sermons every Sunday.

“Yeah. I was talking with Abigail on the way over. He was using her in the car. I guess she was sitting on his lap or something.”

“Huh,” said Trent. “Well, I’m glad she’s being a good woman and letting him use her. If he wants to use you…”

“I’ll let him,” I said brightly. I rubbed my husband’s arm. “He’s not going to want to use me. There are plenty of girls his age he’ll be interested in. Like our daughter. Oh, they would make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” He sighed. “I don’t like thinking about my little girl growing up and dating. Maybe he can just use her and not date her. Let her be my little girl for a few more years.”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s going to grow up and get married. Why not Tony? He’s a great catch. Any woman in the world would marry him at the drop of the hat. If he asked me, I’d have to.” I chuckled. “But he’s not.”

“No, no,” said my husband. “But…” He shrugged as if to say, “What can you do? It’s Tony.”

I started chatting with the other wives. The fact that Tony was using his mom was the big gossip of the morning. Of course, they were all good women who would gladly be used by Tony, though the consensus was he’d be going for our daughters.

My husband took the pulpit. That was the sign that it was time for opening prayers.
“I know, I know,” said Trent in a good-natured manner. “We all want to keep chatting the day

away, but it’s time to give thanks to the Lord and learn a few things to help us through our lives.”
I smiled and took a seat up front by my daughter, Jenny. She kept turning her head back to glance at the Carters. At Tony. I smiled at her as the congregation grew quiet. The talking died down. My husband died.

“Let us pray,” he said, lowering his head.

I bowed mine, closing my eyes as my husband went through the prayer. It was a good one. Seasoned and practiced. He asked the Lord to bless us all and to thank Him for all the gifts we had in our lives. To give us strength in times of trouble.

“Thank you, Lord, for choosing to bless Tony Carter and give him his new joy. I hope that all the women will be faithful to your will and listen to his wants and needs. For he has been given this privileged by You, oh Lord, and any woman he chooses to use is blessed.”

“Amen,” Jenny whispered beside me.

I smiled as my husband ran through the rest of the prayer. I said, “Amen,” with the rest of the congregation.

“Now, my lovely wife has a few announcements to make,” said Trevor, nodding to me.

I rose to my feet, wearing a pastel-pink dress and white nylons. My heels were only two inches, nothing grandiose. This was church. I was wearing my favorite pearl necklace that my husband gave me for our tenth anniversary.

I moved to the pulpit and smiled out at the audience. To my surprise, Tony was walking up the aisle. He looked around as if anyone would stop him. There were only good Christians here who understood the Lord had blessed him.

“We have our monthly clothing drive this week,” I said as Tony moved behind me. “If you have any old clothes—that are still in wearable condition—then please, bring them by the church on Tuesday. It’ll be an all-day event.”

Tony knelt behind me. His hands squeezed my rump through my dress before he began hiking my skirt. A shiver ran through me. He wanted to use me? Me? Well, that was his prerogative. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with Tony nor the Lord for giving him this power.

“There are a lot of people suffering in these turbulent times, so they need all the help they can get.”

My skirt rose higher and higher. My heart beat faster. I had to focus on what I was doing. He rolled my skirt over my hips before sliding up my slip, too.

I cleared my throat. “Well, um, yes, we also need someone to take over the meals program for our senior citizens. In a month, Bonnie Carlyle and her family are moving away, and any woman who is interested in taking over the program, please, speak with me after church.”

I shifted my feet to spread my legs farther apart as Tony slid his hands up between my legs. I shuddered as he reached my hips. He pulled my pantyhose down and hooked my panties, too. I knew what he was up to.

“I also want to remind everyone of the blood drive happening in three weeks. It’s so very important.” My panties and pantyhose rolled down my legs. Everyone could see my bush as he slid them down. “I hope you will be generous and help the Red Cross out.”

Tony slid his face between my thighs. He nuzzled right into my bush. I drew in a deep breath as he licked at my pussy. His tongue stroked from my clit to my taint. A burst of pleasure shot through me. I gasped and grabbed the podium.

“Oh, my, excuse me,” I said. “Tony’s just a tad hungry.”

Laughter echoed through the church as Tony flicked his tongue through my petals again, licking at my married flesh. He must be hungry for my pussy because he put such enthusiasm into it. Shudders ran through my body.

“Where was I?” I asked, trembling as his tongue stroked through my folds.

“The blood drive,” my husband said helpfully as Tony thrust his tongue into my pussy.

“Right, right,” I whimpered, that tongue dancing around in my cunt. I shuddered as he swirled about in me. It was so distracting. “Well, um.” I was so flustered. “I think… Yes, yes, I think that’s all the announcements. Um, yes, yes, that’s it.”

I gripped the podium as Tony flicked his tongue around in me. Oscar Jimenez, the song leader, rose from where he sat with his wife Rosalinda and their daughter Yasmina. He came up on stage, nodding to me. He had a portable mic since he liked to move while singing.

“Sorry,” I moaned, my voice booming through the PA system. “Tony’s just… He needs to use me here.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Oscar said, smiling at me. We were Church of Christ, so we had no instruments. Just acappella singing the way the First Century Church did it. “Let’s start with Song 89.”

The church began singing as I began moaning. It was so wonderful having Tony’s tongue dancing around in me. He ate my pussy with gusto. He enjoyed what he did to me. I loved it so much. I shuddered beneath him as he feasted on me.

He licked and lapped at me with all that he had. It was so wild feeling him doing that. He flicked his tongue into my twat and danced it around in me. I groaned as he did that. My face twisted in delight as he sent such delight rushing through me.

The congregation praised the Lord. I tried to sing with them, but it was just so delicious having that tongue sweeping around in me. I groaned, my pussy clenching around his tongue. My curls rubbed on his face.

Every woman in the congregation stared at me. They all wanted to be used by Tony.

It was glorious.

His tongue flicked over my clit. I gasped as he did that. I made a joyful noise as his tongue danced around my clit. The first song came to a close as Tony sealed his lips around my bud and suckled on me with passion.

“Oh, my Lord,” I moaned as the congregation sang their praise. “Oh, Tony!”

He nibbled on my bud, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I shuddered at what he did to me. My breasts quivered in my bra. Everyone in the congregation witnessed me being used. Only my husband had ever gone down on me, and no one had seen it.

Now Tony suckled with all his might on me. He nursed with passion. I rose toward that magical moment. I shuddered as I quivered, hurtling closer and closer to cumming. Toward that burst of pleasure that would shower through me.

I wanted it so badly. I craved it. He flicked his tongue through my folds and brushed my clit again. I whimpered louder and louder. I trembled as the young man used my pussy for his own delights. The fact I enjoyed it was a bonus.

He suckled on my clit.

Nibbled on it.

“Oh, Lord,” I gasped as I threw back my head and climaxed before the congregation. Before my husband and daughter. Tony’s mother. Everyone.

My pussy juices gushed out of my cunt as the powerful and wild climax swept through me. Waves of delight rushed through my body and soaked his lips. He licked up the cream spilling out of my married snatch as I shuddered through it.

I gripped the podium. The song ended, and everyone started at me. I squealed out in pleasure, singing out my own hymnal as Tony lapped at my cunt. Stars danced across my vision, playing out across the congregation.

“Oh, Tony!” I moaned.

He licked through my folds as my orgasm crested in me. I shuddered, my head lowering. I panted as his tongue stroked through me a few more times, sending more delight washing through me. Little waves of bliss.

“Mmm, thank you for using me, Tony,” I moaned, the hot mic echoing my words through the worship hall. “Thank you, Lord, for picking Tony and giving him the gift to use women. Amen.”
“AMEN!” the congregation echoed.

I quivered at the peak of my orgasm. I trembled, loving all this delight that swept through me. The rewards for being used by Tony were delicious. I felt so good. A big smile spread on my lips as I faced the congregation. He licked through my folds again. It was just delicious.

He stood a moment later, leaving me panting. The song leader smiled at him and launched into the next song. He took my hand and led me to the front row. It was awkward with my panties and pantyhose stretched around my thighs. They slipped down and fell to my ankles as we reached the pews. Tony brought me the spot next to my husband on the front row. The place where I would sit. My daughter was on the other side of the gap, her eyes so wide as she watched him.

Tony sat in the seat as the song echoed before me. He grinned at me, his lips stained in my pussy cream. This was so wild. I couldn’t believe that something like this had happened. My entire body trembled as he grinned at me.

“Get naked, Mrs. Bishop,” he said. “That’s how I want to use you.”

“Right,” I said, trembling. It would normally be so embarrassing to get naked before the entire conversation, but that was fine for him.

I turned around and said, “Honey, can you unzip me.”

“Sure,” said my husband. He stood and pushed back my black hair to expose the zipper. He undid the little clasp then slid the zipper down my back. He worked open my dress as the congregation sang. “There you go, honey.”

“Thanks,” I said, turning back around. My daughter stroked her braid as she watched, her lips moving to the song. She was the same age as Tony, sixteen and just so cute. A slender thing. A late blossom.

I slipped off my dress and worked it over my hips. I had a slip on beneath, my panties around my ankle, and a bra holding my breasts. I stepped out of my dress and my panties and hosier at the same time. The silken material of my slip rubbed on my rump. I handed the dress to my daughter along with my underwear and nylons.

Tony had such a hungry smile on his lips as he stared at me. I drew off the slip, exposing my naked rump to the song leader and my bush to the congregation. I drew off my slip and handed that to Jenny. She held it on her lap as I reached behind me and undid my bra.

Tony watched my big breasts spill out of the white cups. They bounced as I slipped the straps off my shoulder. I was so aware of them swaying back and forth. He licked his lips as he stared at my breasts. He was definitely ready to use me.

I was so ready to be used by him.

“Good, good,” he said as I handed Jenny my bra. “Ever given a titty fuck before, Mrs. Bishop?”

I shook my head, my eyebrows widening. “Oh, my, you want me to do that for you? I think I know how it works.”

“Wow,” Jenny said as I dropped to my knees before Tony.

My husband gave me a supportive smile as I unzipped Tony’s dark-gray slacks. The boy lifted his hips so I could pull his pants down. His cock tented his dark boxers. I drew those off next, bringing them to her ankles with his pants. I shuddered at the sight of his big, beautiful cock.

He was thicker than my husband. Longer. My pussy clenched as I gathered my breasts. I would gladly let him use my pussy with that cock, but it was his choice. I just had to obey him the way any good and loving wife would.

I piled my breasts around his cock as the song ended. It was time for communion. My husband rose to give the small communion sermon and lead the prayer. I squeezed my tits around Tony’s cock as I smiled up at him.

“It was a Thursday when Jesus gathered his twelve apostles to have one last meal before his arrest that night in the Garden of Gethsemane,” my husband spoke as I slid my tits up and down Tony’s hard cock. “It was Passover, so they had bread without yeast they passed around. ‘This is my body,’ Christ said. ‘Eat this in remembrance of me.’”

It was so slid to do this. I was giving Tony a titty fuck. He groaned as I did this. My pussy clenched as I wiggled my hips back and forth. It was exciting pleasuring him like this. I loved stroking him with my boobs.

My nipples rubbed into his dress shirt, the silken material making them tingle. He grinned down at me, clearly loving what I was doing to him. I was so glad that I could do this to him, too. That he picked me. My daughter watched on.

“Let us pray,” my husband said.

I closed my eyes, bowing my head, and kept working my big boobs up and down Tony’s cock as my husband asked for the Lord to bless the communion. I couldn’t stop giving him a titty fuck just because there was a prayer.

He slid his fingers through my black hair. He gripped my hair as I massaged him with my big boobs. He groaned, clearly loving what I did. His precum spilled from his cock. I loved the feel of that on my tits.

It was a strange sensation to have that wetness there.

“Amen,” my husband said.

“Amen,” groaned Tony.

The ushers began passing around the communion trays with the crackers. I smiled up at Tony as he groaned. He loved what I was doing to him. That made me work my tits up and down him faster and faster.

The basket came. My daughter took a piece and handed it to Tony. He broke off one and held it out to me. I took it, the salty cracker melting in my mouth. He took his piece and handed it on. I shuddered. It was such a holy act to take communion.

I worked my tits faster and faster up and down his dick. I put my all into giving him a titty fuck. He groaned, his dick throbbing between my breasts. More of his precum spilled out the tip. That had to mean he was getting closer to erupting.

I wanted him to cum all over my face because that meant I had been used by him as was proper. I shuddered, my cunt on fire as he groaned, his face twisting in delight. He had to be close to cumming on me.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Cum on my face!”

“Mrs. Bishop,” he groaned as I pumped my tits faster and faster.

“Use me, Tony. Just use me. That’s why I’m here! Let my titties make you explode!”

“Fuck!” he groaned as my tits slid up his cock. He erupted.

His cum spurted out and bathed my face. I gasped in delight as he drenched me in his seed. I opened my mouth as my husband took the podium again. Spurt after spurt of Tony’s jizz bathed my features and lips.

As my husband talked about Jesus passing out the wine, I drank Tony’s cum spurting into my mouth. This was so wild. He soaked my features in his jizz. He grunted with each eruption, his cock drenching my features.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good!”

“Let’s pray,” my husband said.

“Mrs. Bishop, you whore!” Tony growled. “You fucking slut-wife. Damn, that was good. Look at you, with cum all over your face. Shit, that’s good. I got to fuck that cunt. Turn around. I am going to fuck you doggy style right here and now.”

“Amen,” my husband said.

“Amen,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. I needed the boy’s cock in me. I wanted to be used by him so badly. I turned around, trembling, ready to be fucked by Tony.

I would be such a good and faithful woman and obey the Lord’s will by submitting to Tony’s use. However he wanted to use me, I was ready and willing to do it. I would be an example not only to the women of the church but to my daughter.

That was my duty as her mother.

To be continued…

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