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Courtney buttoned her lips together, mewling despite her closed mouth, knowing that as much as she wanted to beg and plea, her mother would just want her to keep quiet and watch. Like a good girl.

Barbara sat back down, her legs open. “I know what a good pussy-licker my daughter is, Yolanda. Show me you’ve been paying at least some attention to her technique. After all, not just anyone gets to ride my little Courtney’s face.”

Yolanda bit back a retort about just how many Justice Society and Injustice Society members had done just that, not to mention fucked a strap-on up her ass. This wasn’t the time for her to be a smartass. This was the time for her to shut up and do what mommy said.

She opened her mouth and licked at Barbara’s sex, pushing her tongue deep inside of the older woman, licking as much of her cunt as she could. Yolanda moaned herself as she tongued her; she loved it. It was like a reward, getting to taste that delicious snatch.

She couldn’t bring herself to mind being a sub; Yolanda really only cared about topping Courtney. Other than that—and not bottoming for someone like Cindy—she only cared that the sex was good, the pussy hot. And here, everything was so intoxicating she found herself wanting to please Barbara.

Maybe not as much as Courtney so clearly wanted to sub for people, but she was plenty enthralled by Barbara’s mix of dominance and sexual enticement. Yolanda could tell she was going to come from doing this. The heady rush of submitting to Barbara was getting to her.

It was getting to Barbara too: she put her hands behind Yolanda’s head and held her face between her thighs, not just enjoying her licks, but making her tongue that slit. She knew Yolanda was loving it, absolutely loving it, unable to get enough.

“Up and down, Yolanda… lick all of it… please me… come on… show me how good you can be.”

Yolanda was on fire now, insatiable. She knew the more she licked, the more she licked, the harder she was going to come. Yes… deeper… deeper… shit, Barbara, I love the way you taste… Thank you for making me taste you… I’m gonna come with the taste of you in my mouth…

And Barbara was mostly definitely going to come. She could feel it where she forced Yolanda against her cunt. She was spread for that tongue, loving the way it was flickering inside her like a greedy flame.

“Yes… Yolanda… yes… make me come… make me come and I’ll show you just how good an orgasm can taste…”

Yolanda mewled and panted as she ate her out, continuing to please Barbara and taking her higher and higher until she thought she would go crazy from inflicting pleasure but not feeling it. Her own delight was mounting, growing, but she didn’t dare try to please herself. Not until she was at what had to be the very height of what she could feel, the apex of her lust.

Then she couldn’t help herself. She just couldn’t. She put one hand between her own legs and played with herself, sure she could finish before Barbara made her stop. And then… yes… yes… Barbara was coming, her fluids rushing right into Yolanda’s face. Had she gotten off on Yolanda touching herself, on how irresistibly aroused Yolanda was at servicing her?

Yolanda didn’t get an answer. Barbara pushed her aside and went back to Courtney. Even through her ecstasy, Yolanda’s eyes followed her. She was going back to work on Courtney; Yolanda couldn’t wait to see.

Courtney was perfectly apprehensive, especially with Barbara’s whip still inside of her. But her mother went right up to her and kissed her on her lips, letting her know she wasn’t in for punishment… Barbara was in the mood to please. Or at least, do something Courtney would find pleasing…

She pulled away lingeringly, her lips stuck to Courtney’s until the last moment, then looked her daughter deep in the eye as she reached down and slid the whip out of where it penetrated her.

“Ohhhhh…”

“Yes, darling… feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhhh!”

“You want me to play with you now, don’t you? You want me to have some fun with you like I just did with Yolanda…?”

“Yes—“

“Then that’s what I’ll do. That’s just what I’ll do…”

Barbara walked around the room quietly, letting the light gleam on the sweat that covered Courtney’s body. Yolanda felt like she was glowing too, thinking of what sharp relief this had brought Courtney’s submissiveness into. She knew Barbara was more experienced than her, but there was no reason she couldn’t dom Courtney the same way.

And she wanted to. She wanted Courtney chained, exposed, begging for more no matter how much it hurt—being whipped by her instead of by Barbara.

Though it was a privilege to watch what Barbara was doing to her.

Barbara stroked Courtney readily, fingers touching everywhere she was sensitive, driving her through a never-ending series of spasmodic jerks. She was driving Courtney crazy and there was nothing her daughter could go about it.

Yolanda had known that Courtney could be passionate, that she loved having sex, but she’d had no idea how much of a little vixen Courtney was or could be. It seemed that now all of her being was concentrated on whimpering with pleasure, the sound driving both Yolanda and Barbara wild with desire.

Barbara’s mouth was watering. It was obvious to both Yolanda and her daughter that she was going to give Courtney an incredible experience. Then she cracked the whip, hard, showing just how fired up she had been by dominating Yolanda. Courtney was going to get no mercy from her and Yolanda liked that, loved to watch how downright cruel the mother would be in topping Courtney. She liked even more that it was her who had gotten Barbara so excited, so enthused to pleasure Courtney—in her own sadomasochistic way.

She was going to work herself and poor, lucky Courtney into a frenzy and Yolanda was breathless with the knowledge that she had led to this outbreak of discipline and satisfaction. But she almost felt sorry for how overwhelmed Courtney no doubt would be. The blonde sometimes could barely take what Yolanda did to her, how hard Yolanda used her—Yolanda didn’t know how long she could go without breaking in Barbara’s tender care.

Courtney was on the verge of orgasm, Barbara’s touch arousing her to the point where the sweat poured off her flushed body. Endless gasps and mewls ran from her panting lips, while her nostrils flared, trying to suck in breath to sustain the pleasure running through her. Then, all of a sudden, Barbara was whipping her, the slashes coming from over her shoulder, slamming into Courtney like a runaway train.

It kept coming down, harder and harder, crackling like a downed power line. Courtney’s gloriously creamy skin, always so soft and delicate as if calling out for Yolanda’s touch, was virtually painted with welts and bruises. The statue of her athletic perfection was being reshaped before Yolanda’s eyes, changed from a paean to teenage flesh to an idol of pain and subservience.

Finally, Barbara dropped the whip. Her body heaved with the exhaustion and satiation of how she’d abused Courtney. Her daughter could only whimper, boneless with pain, unable to move, unable to do anything but feel the bitter sensation Barbara had covered her with.

Barbara strapped on a dildo. She was ready, eager to finish Courtney’s treatment off. She was going to utterly annihilate her and there was no way for Yolanda to stop it.

But she didn’t want to. She found it insanely sensual. How could she like Courtney so much and yet enjoy her pain? Somehow, Barbara had found a way to. Yolanda had no doubt the woman loved her daughter. She had to think… to know… that doing this to Courtney was even better than sparing her pain. That Courtney actually liked the pain more than she did some lesser kinds of pleasure.

Yolanda got the same feeling she had from eating Barbara out. That hot buzz between her thighs. It was crazy, but she could come just from watching this.

The dildo Barbara had put on was a brutal one. Long and hard, studded to better make itself felt on whoever it was inserted into. Barbara held it by its base as she moved up to Courtney. Her daughter’s eyes opened wide as she stared down at the massive tool.

Unconsciously she shook her head, not refusing it, but signaling that she couldn’t take it. It was too thick, too long, neither her pussy or her ass could take such a massive intrusion.

But it was obvious to Yolanda, just from the way Barbara walked up to her, brooking no dissent, that Courtney was going to get it. She was going to be fucked—fucked, after she’d been whipped into submission. Was it an extreme of pleasure to match the extreme of pain, or just another kind of torment?

Yolanda didn’t know. All she knew was that it was one hell of a sight. And that even knowing how Courtney must hurt, how Courtney would have to stretch, that this monster of a dildo might simply be too big for her to take—the spectacle still turned her on incredibly.

Barbara rubbed the dildo up and down Courtney’s slit, though it was clear Courtney was distressed. She was making the dildo wet, making Courtney wet, getting her ready for it despite her protestations.

Barbara just kept making her hotter and hotter, and more and more ready, and wanting it more and more even though she knew—or ‘knew’—that she couldn’t take that massive prick. Then she started moving it down to Courtney’s asshole.

Courtney’s flushed face suddenly ran with sweat. She’d realized that she would have to submit; that she was going to take that cock. And she gasped in a blended paroxysm of pleasure and hurt and submission and pure lustful astonishment as it started to go into her. Went into her and further into her.

No matter how she writhed, how she twisted, it kept going into her… Yolanda couldn’t believe it… Courtney’s very body was submitting, letting Barbara impale it as Yolanda had never dared to. It was letting in a penetration that Yolanda still wasn’t sure Courtney could take, and Courtney didn’t seem to know either. She moaned as much in puzzlement as in ecstasy.

Yolanda thought Barbara had to be the best mistress in the world. The way she moved her hips back and forth, infinitely confident that Courtney would take her thrusts, that she could make Courtney take her thrusts. There was a steady flow to her rhythm that Yolanda tried to replicate as she touched herself, thinking it would drive any woman crazy.

It’d seemed insane to sodomize Courtney with that massive erection, but now Yolanda thought that a woman would have to be crazy not to want to be ass-fucked by Barbara. She couldn’t imagine having the opportunity to be fucked by this goddess and passing it up. And Barbara was a goddess, deserving to be worshipped for what she was doing to Courtney, bringing all of her senses alive in a delirium of erotic decadence.

It was hard to say who was benefitting most, Barbara or her willing victim. As much as Yolanda wanted to dom Courtney, to make her submit just like Barbara was doing, she couldn’t see herself not loving being the bottom, being disciplined, being made to take whatever punishment her mistress decided would best satisfy her. It looked like there wasn’t a better feeling in the world than what Courtney was experiencing just then.

Yolanda couldn’t decide, but she could at least watch. Watch Courtney come and watch Barbara make her come. Barbara was so good at bringing women to climax, and she knew it. She worked Courtney faster and faster, churning the dildo inside her, fucking her with the lubrication of her own wet pussy. It was insane… madness to watch… Yolanda had never seen anything like it. But Courtney… poor, lucky Courtney… got to experience it. Had to experience it.