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Yolanda couldn’t take the pain. She felt Barbara pistoning in and out of her ass, the surprisingly heavy weight of her bearing down on Yolanda’s back—the Latina’s eyes rolled back in her head, her consciousness dwindling down to a little dot of light and feeling, like an old TV turning off.

Then, minutes later, that dot expanded again. She once more felt Barbara pounding between her buttocks, tenderizing her like a piece of meat. Like all the times she had done to Courtney.

Underneath Yolanda, Courtney humped up to her, pumping her sphincter up and down Yolanda’s strap-on in a desperate try for approval. But Yolanda couldn’t stop feeling the pain and intensity of Barbara riding her, no matter how hard she tried to block it out.

The pain shifted, became something else, the intensity twisting into a weird kind of pleasure. It was like she felt when someone massaged her clit, a similar immense sensation born out of how tightly stretched she was by the massive intrusion into her inexperienced anus. Feeling that tickle of rapture, Yolanda relaxed, letting go of the pain and discomfort.

Ferocity took the place of her torment. She might be bottoming for Barbara, but Courtney—the woman’s daughter—was still her bitch. And she could fuck that bitch harder than Barbara could ever fuck her.

Yolanda reamed into Courtney’s ass with renewed energy, with a renewed need to prove herself. She forced her pistoning strap-on into the blonde’s colon; Courtney’s pleasured moans were filled with fright and some amount of pain at Yolanda plowed away. Determined to fuck Courtney at the same fever pitch that she was taking Barbara’s cock.

And Barbara wasn’t stopping. She seemed insatiable, ramming her strap-on into Yolanda’s bowels like a demon, giving it to her so fast and so hard that Yolanda’s rectum felt like it was on fire. It burned and twitched while Barbara moaned into Yolanda’s ear.

“Nice and tight,” she breathed, tightening her firm thighs around Yolanda’s legs so she could hold her in place while she pumped down with all her weight. “You feel like a virgin, Yolanda. Hope you enjoyed yourself this much when my baby girl let you be the first one in her ass.”

Yolanda tried to block out the sound of the mother’s voice, drilling her strap-on into Courtney, feeling her own curly pubic thatch turned back against Courtney’s buttocks and grind into her own groin—that was how hard she was giving it to her.

She hit Courtney with one thrust after another, all while Barbara kept rutting into her. Hoping to get Courtney’s mother to come, relieving herself of her mortifying sodomy, Yolanda worked the muscles of her sphincter. She tightened her anus on Barbara’s strap-on, squeezing it, massaging it, as if she were trying to milk more pleasure out of it for the older woman.

“Harder! Fuck my hole! I want a well-fucked hole!” Courtney cried out excitedly. “Oh! Keep giving it to me! I want it, Yolanda! More! More!”

Yolanda couldn’t believe that Courtney was actually enjoying herself—not when she was getting the same rough anal treatment and knew exactly what it felt like. But apparently Courtney had none of her reservations about delighting in this humiliating exercise. Yolanda’s fingers were sopping wet as Courtney’s pussy gushed.

She wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer; already she was finding it difficult to keep up the relentless pace of her suit’s madly careening erection. The pressure inside her own ass mounted. Barbara pumped into her with such a bestial passion that Yolanda could barely think straight. She needed it to be over before it felt any better than it already did.

“Come, come inside me, do it, do it!” she told Barbara. “Shoot it in me, we’ll all come at the same time!”

Barbara seemed to like the idea, for she lunged into Yolanda, faster and more ferocious than she ever had been before. She pounded her unbelievably hard strap-on into Yolanda’s anus and then, suddenly, Yolanda screamed, trembling where she was wedged between the lushly heated bodies of mother and daughter.

Her bowels were filling to the breaking point, not only with Barbara’s overendowed strap-on, but with huge draughts of some fiery liquid, blooming from the head of the intruder. Then Yolanda came herself, her suit spewing its load into Courtney’s ass. The Latina quivered, seeing stars. She felt Barbara coming too—wetness, hot and steaming, searing the inside of her ass.

Yolanda shuddered, muscles twitching, and felt Courtney reach another climax, her butt tightening on Yolanda’s strap-on. Drawing another orgasm out of her even as Barbara reached the next peak in her multiple orgasms. She railed into Yolanda’s ass while breathing down her neck.

“Now, baby, now! Feel my cum! I’m coming, Yolanda, coming just like you made Courtney come! You got the whole family off, you little bitch! Oh shit—so hot—feels so good to know I’m fucking my little Courtney too, every time I put it in your tight virgin ass!”

Yolanda felt it again—that liquid explosion between her buttocks and far up her anus. As she drained of sensation, her anal passage was suddenly awash with a thick, soothing cream that she knew could only be released by Barbara literally getting off on sodomizing her. She kept her own cock inside of Courtney while she felt Barbara spurt; actually felt the ejaculate splashing onto the walls of her torturously stretched rectum.

Yolanda realized the pain had faded completely, leaving a sated numbness that she’d only felt before after coming herself. It was like she’d had a climax in her ass, but of course, that was crazy. Unless it was what happened to Courtney every time Yolanda ass-fucked her.

In any case, all that pressure in her asshole had finally been relieved. Barbara dropped down on top of Yolanda, her erection milked dry, the strap-on as drained as her body was of energy. Yolanda couldn’t move. Her own strap-on lolled between her toned thighs. She held onto Courtney, knowing that no matter how hard she fucked her, Court would really only ever belong to her mother. Because if she swore herself, body and soul, to Yolanda—Yolanda belonged to Barbara Whitmore.

***

Barbara watched the flutter of Yolanda’s thick lashes and the swish of her dark hair. It was no wonder she’d bonded with Courtney so. Now that she’d awakened to how submission was simply the flipside of the dominance she’d so loved, she craved all she could get of the new experience.

“Such a pretty girl. You’re lucky to be dating her,” she whispered to Courtney, who now had the rare experience of assisting her in topping Yolanda—a total reversal of their time in the dungeon.

Barbara could only think of how enriching it must be for the two girls to experiment with shifting roles. She doubted Courtney would ever be anything but a bottom or that Yolanda would give up domming entirely, but they might well find a new appreciation for each other’s roles. Which was so important in a relationship.

“She’s lucky too,” Courtney said, sounding just like her mother when Barbara was feeling house-proud. Yolanda nodded, the expression a bit indecipherable when she was upside-down.

Courtney made much of roping Yolanda up. She was perfectionist as ever in fixing the knots just so and testing them rigorously. Yolanda, the little teacher’s pet, had to appreciate that. It was a wonder the two ever got around to actually fucking.