Chapter 53: Tony Enjoys the Naked Sluts at College

Rosalinda Jimenez – Day Thirty-Seven

I trembled with the other naked women waiting for Tony to arrive to pick one of us to be used. Church was so exciting. Especially when I had my daughter-slave kneeling before me. She nuzzled her face into my shaved pussy and licked.

“Yasmina,” I groaned as my fourteen-year-old daughter lapped at my cunt. “Oh, oh, that’s such a good slave.”

Tony used us this way. Everyone understood, especially my husband, that our little girl was my lezzie slave. I shuddered, savoring her tongue stroking through my folds. My big boobs jiggled as I swayed from the wonderful delight.

Her tongue stroked through my folds. She knew how to tease her mother. She was so good at eating pussy. Her hands gripped my rump. I whimpered, so proud to have such a submissive daughter who didn’t hesitate to please me.

That had to make Tony happy. He would have to use us again during church.

Having his cock in me was the best thing in the world.

“Mmm, that’s it, Yasmina,” I groaned. “Such a good pussy-loving slave-daughter. Oh, oh, you’re so perfect!”

“Thank you, Mama,” she moaned into my cunt. Her tongue stroked through my hot folds. “Mmm, mmm, I love your pussy so much!”

Her fingernails bit into my butt-cheeks as she thrust her tongue into my pussy’s depths. She swirled around in me. It was so good to have her doing that. She swirled about in my snatch. It felt so good to have her doing that to me.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. She was so good at it. Her tongue stroked around in my pussy. She licked me with such enthusiasm. I groaned, savoring her tongue wiggling around in me. It was a beautiful thing.

“That’s it,” I whimpered, gripping the leash attached to her collar. “Let’s show Tony that we are being used properly!”

“Yes, Mama,” my daughter moaned.

She stroked through my folds, making me feel so good. The lesbian, incestuous delight swept through me. It was an incredible rush to have her feasting on me. The other women of the church were just ignoring us.

After all, it was natural for my daughter to be my sex slave. Nothing strange about it. Not when Tony wanted to use us this way. He was so amazing, and my daughter’s tongue felt so good on my pussy. I swayed there as she licked around my folds.

The door opened. Every woman took in a deep breath, but it wasn’t Tony. It was a guy I vaguely knew. I had seen him around the church. Every woman sighed and waited for Tony. I shuddered, whimpering at what my daughter was going to me.

“She’s so good,” I told Martha who stood next to me. “Oh, oh, she’s just such a good lezzie slave.”

“That’s nice,” Martha absently said. She glanced down at her phone, checking a message, her naked breasts rising and falling. “I would love to be picked.”

“It’s wonderful,” I groaned, savoring my daughter’s tongue stroking around my clit. It was fantastic. “Yes, yes, just suckle on my bud!”

My little girl did just that.

She latched onto my bud and suckled on me. Her soft lips nibbled on me. It felt so good to have her nibbling on me. It was just a wonderful treat. I loved the way her tongue stroked around my clit. It felt absolutely incredible. I would have a huge burst of delight as she suckled on me.

Her tongue fluttered around my clit. It felt so fantastic to have her doing that to me. She caressed me. It was spectacular to have her bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I whimpered, clutching her leash.

“Yasmina,” I groaned. “Such a good girl. Oh, oh, that’s amazing.”

My daughter moaned her agreement. She nibbled on my clit. Her lips massaged it. I shuddered as my orgasm built and built. I quivered as the door opened again. This time, it was Tony striding in naked with his little sister clinging to his arm equally nude.

“Yes!” I squealed. “I’m cumming, Tony!”

His eyes fell on me as my boobs heaved. My pussy spasmed, juices gushing out to drown my daughter-slave. Yasmina licked up the cum as Tony strode toward me. His mother followed him in, grabbing his other arm. Her big breasts pressed against his arm.

I shuddered at the feel of that pleasure sweeping through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy surged through me. It was so incredible. Stars flashed across my vision as I moaned out my delight. My daughter lapped at my cunt.

“Drink my pussy cream, Yasmina!” I moaned as Tony grinned at me. “Yes, yes, devour me!”

“Such a good daughter-slave,” he said as I trembled through my orgasm.

“Yes, Tony!” I squealed.

My boobs slapped together as his mother, Abigail, stared at me with hunger in her eyes. She had a tattoo on her pubic mound with an arrow. I couldn’t really read it, though. Not with all this pleasure coursing through my body.

My orgasm peaked in me as Tony stopped before me. He stared at me, this big grin on his face. I shuddered, hoping he would use me again. His cock thrust out so hard before me. I bet I could just fall to my knees and enjoy him.

“Mrs. Jimenez,” said Tony, “that is a lovely sight. You know, I want you and your daughter to go to lezzie bars every Saturday night. Show her off. Let her eat out their pussies while they eat out yours. Then pick a dyke and have bring her home for your husband to fuck.” Tony grinned. “The hottest dyke you can. One who hates men the most. That’s how you’re being used.”

“Oh, yes,” I panted. “I’ll do that.”

“Good, good,” I said. “Don’t be afraid to lick that dyke’s cunt clean after your husband’s done with her.”

I nodded, loving what he said so much.

“Please, please, pick me, Tony!” Martha said, moving out before him.

“Mrs. Ovechka,” he said, grinning at her. “Sure. During church service, you are to be a prostitute out front. Hold a sign that says, ‘Pussy $100, Ass $200. All proceeds go to the church’s benevolence ministry.’ So, go, go.”

“Yes!” she gasped and rushed outside naked. It was still a nice day.

“Oh, Mrs. Ovechka,” he called. “You can bring them into the church’s foyer to fuck them when the weather’s nasty.”

“Thank you,” Martha said before she vanished outside.

Then Abigail said to me, “Do you eat cunt as good as your daughter does?”

“I ... I guess,” I said.

“You’re going to eat my mother out,” said Tony. “She’s a horny dyke, right, Mom?”

“Yes,” Abigail said. “Come and feast on me during church service, Rosalinda. Bring your daughter. I’ll compare.”

I beamed, so glad to be chosen.

Abigail led me away as Tony considered who he would pick. I shivered in delight, so eager to devour his mother’s cunt. She walked before me, her rump swaying back and forth. She was a gorgeous woman. I headed into the church. Every woman was naked. The preacher’s daughter darted past us to go to her boyfriend.

Abigail took a seat and spread her legs. She arched an eyebrow, her pussy dripping with cum.

“Tony’s cum?” I whimpered.

“He is the only cock allowed to fuck me,” Abigail said. “Certainly not my husband’s.” She glanced to her husband who was leading Rosalita to another seat. Tony must have picked the sixteen-year-old girl to be used by his dad. Abigail looked away, shaking her head. “That girl deserves better than my husband.”

I blinked at those words.

“Eat, eat,” moaned Abigail. “I’m so horny. I got to ride my son on the way here, but I need something feminine now.”

“Of course,” I said and knelt before her. “You’ll love how I use my mouth to please you. Tony will, too.”

“He will,” she said and smiled. “Oh, he picked Adela. She’s got a yummy pussy. First woman I picked to spend an afternoon with.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, and read her tattoo more clearly as I nuzzled toward her pussy.

The words, “For My Son’s Cock Only,” were inked into her pubic mound above an arrow that pointed straight at her sloppy snatch. Abigail’s breasts jiggled as she rubbed at those words, this proud smile on her face. Only Tony’s cock.

So lucky. My pussy was for my husband’s cock and Tony’s. Unless Tony wanted to use me differently.

I buried my face into Abigail’s pussy and licked up the salty cum spilling out of her snatch. I wasn’t a lesbian, but I was growing to enjoy the taste of pussy. I would be enjoying a lot more of it thanks to the new commands I had been given.

I stroked my tongue through Abigail’s folds, the salty cum mixing with her tart juices was so good. I wiggled my hips back and forth as the singing began. Church was staring up as I feasted on that creampie. It was so good to devour her.

Abigail moaned as the church sang around us to the piano’s accompaniment. I was used by Tony. His will controlled me. I just wanted to make him happy by feasting on his mother’s creampie. I licked up the incestuous combination of their fluids. It was so wild to taste the taboo mix.

“Mmm, that’s delicious,” cooed Abigail. “Oh, oh, just feast on me. Oh, Tony, this is amazing!”

Tony was nearby, enjoying the Black wife riding his cock. Adela moaned her own passion. Further down the shaft, Rosalinda bounced on Jake Carter’s dick. They were being used. The preacher’s daughter and Tony’s little sister made out beside him, kissing and fingering each other. A line of sex slaves was beyond, all touching each other.

The sounds the Carter family made were so naughty. I was so glad to worship with them this morning.

My daughter knelt beside me as I lapped up that salty cum from Abigail’s pussy. The White woman trembled as I lapped at her. I rubbed at her ivory thighs with my golden-brown hands as her pale boobs swayed over my head. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders.

“Rosalita,” she groaned. “Mmm, that’s so good. That’s amazing!”

I agreed. Just yummy.

I buried my tongue into her pussy to find every drop of her son’s cum. I swirled around in her, licking with passion at her cunt. She groaned, her thighs squeezing around my head. She held me to her pussy as she trembled.

I swirled my tongue around in her snatch. I feasted on her with such passion. She groaned as I did that. Her entire body quivered as I lapped at her. I was so glad to devour her like this. I enjoyed stroking my tongue through her hot flesh.