Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Come on, George. Join your wife," Sam said, holding out another riding crop to the big black man.

The black man smiled, then walked over to Sam, taking the riding crop quickly from his hand and moving quickly behind Glenda. He matched his wife blow for blow, striking the pointed tip of the crop across the bottom of Glenda's asscheeks at the same time that Florence cracked her instrument of agony across Alana's buttocks.

"Aiyeeee! Arrrrroughh!" Glenda shrieked as she bucked forward, jerking her cunt against Alana's.

George and Florence were sweating heavily from the excitement of watching the two women hanging, bucking, and grinding together and the exertion of flogging them.

"Let's see the two of them kiss," Florence said, I smiling in a twisted, almost demented fashion as she pressed the pointed tip of her crop against the wrinkled skin of Alana's bunghole.

"Oh no!" the girl cried, turning her face to one side.

"We've got to," Glenda said, jerking forward again as George slashed the hard riding crop across her right shoulderblade.

"I can't, Mama! I can't!" the girl groaned.

"Let's see if this can't help change her mind," Florence said, bringing the crop down hard across the girl's lower back. Alana shrieked and nearly fainted from the sharp bolt of agony.

"No! No!" she insisted.

"I'll break that bitch!" Florence said, her cool all but disappearing as she flogged the shrieking girl's back mercilessly. Long red welts sprang up on Alana's sweating, taut skin as the whistling crop sliced over and over into her flesh.

"You can't fight them, honey. You can't," Glenda said as Florence stopped her flogging and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Oh, Mama," Alana wailed as she finally relented – opened her mouth and leaned forward.

Glenda did the same, trying to fight down the feeling of horror as her stepdaughters tongue slid in between her lips.

"Let's heat them up," Florence said, puffing off her blouse. Her thunderous, gleaming black tits jiggled as she started whipping theft asscheeks. The two women rubbed their cunts frantically against each other.

"Ohhh, do it to me. Please, hurry," Glenda babbled as Alana let out another painful yelp. The brunette hated to admit it to herself, but she was starting to feel pleasurable sensations from the constant rubbing that her pussy was getting from Alana's cunt. Her clit was gradually poking its reddened tip out of its hood, sputtering with pleasure as the young girl jerked and moaned under Florence's relentless assault.

"The old lady's really turning on." Sam commented as he watched Glenda's eyes glaze over.

The brunette ignored him and rubbed hotly against her stepdaughter as best she could.

"I want that bitch now!" Florence said, throwing the riding crop in the corner of the stable and unzipping her white slacks quickly.

Glenda opened her eyes and saw the tall black woman standing naked in front of her. Florence's pussylips were fat and hot with lust as she stared at Glenda. "You can do what you want to the girl. I want this one."

"You got her," Sam said, pushing the box back behind Glenda and standing up on it. In a second, he cut the rope and sent the woman crashing down into the dirt.

"Don't untie her wrists," Florence said as she strode over to the brunette and pushed her legs open with her right foot. At the same time, Sam cut down Alana.

George and Sid rubbed their crotches.

"Please, no, NOOOOO!" Glenda heard her daughter wail helplessly as she disappeared under the bodies of the three men.

"Never mind about her," Florence said, rubbing her toes lightly up and down Glenda's right inner thigh. "You're gonna have your own problems."

The black woman sank down to her knees. Glenda opened her eyes wide in a feeling mixed with horror and lust as she felt Florence's fingers slide gracefully up and down her thighs.

"Ummmmmm, you're good and hot," the woman sighed.

"Ahhhhhrooough!" Alana cried out as Sam and George stuck their cocks into her cunt and bunghole simultaneously. The girl was being ripped apart only a few feet away from her stepmother.

"Never mind her," Florence crooned as she moved her fingers up to Glenda's sore pussy. "Poor little snatch. All bruised and aching. But old Flo's gonna make it feel, real good."

"Oh God, don't," Glenda babbled. But she spread her legs farther apart to give Florence more room to work in. The brunette shuddered as Florence peeled back her outer twatlips so that her tongue could twist its way into her cunthole.

"Please, I've never…"

But Glenda couldn't deny the tinge that was beginning to grow into a delicious ache. The brunette felt her bruised pussy being massaged by Florence's gentle fingers. It was so good to feel something gentle again. After all the pain and flogging, even this was better than nothing.

Soon glistening pussy oil bubbled out from between Glenda's swelling pussylips. Florence lapped up the fluid like a cat lapping cream, moaning happily as she stroked the big brunette's inner thighs.

"Ummm, pussy all bruised from the electrodes," Florence said as she pulled Glenda's tender snatch lips even farther apart. Inside that hot slit, the black woman ran her tongue. She flicked it rapidly in and out, teasing the delicate flesh. Florence kept on tonguing Glenda's snatch until the brunette felt herself tightening up for a big cum. The black woman sensed this and backed off, smiling broadly at the woman.

"What…?"

Glenda watched as Florence turned around until her cunt was over the brunette's startled face.

"Mmmmm, good hot snatch meat!" Florence murmured as she sank her tongue back into Glenda's pussy. As she tongued the brunette's snatch, she lowered her body until her pussy was only inches over Glenda's mouth. She could feel Glenda panting into it. The woman's hot breath rustled through the kinky black pussy hairs. Her clit popped out throbbing and hard.

"Suck it," Florence murmured, her thighs trembling as she kept on lapping up Glenda's hot juices.

The brunette was too worked up by Florence's tongue to have second thoughts. She opened her mouth quickly and stuck out her tongue just as the black woman hunched her ass down and pressed her hot pussy against Glenda's teeth. Glenda stabbed her tongue between those plump black labes as hard as she could. When she had it inside the moaning woman's box, she started licking around and around. She could tell it was driving Florence up the wall. The black woman's hips pushed down even harder onto her face, hunching uncontrollably as she tried to get more stiff, hot tongue up her snatch.

"Mmmmm," Glenda groaned as Florence buried her face frantically in the brunette's black bush. Florence pressed in a long, wet kiss against the puckered pussylips. They pushed into Glenda's clit while she kept her tongue busy lashing away at the inside of her hot hole.

"Oh yes, yessssss," Glenda sighed as she struggled with the bonds around her wrists. She wanted only to caress the tongue-fucking black woman.

Sensing Glenda's sexual heat and what she wanted to do, Florence pulled her mouth out of the brunette's pussy for a second and reached back, quickly unbinding Glenda's wrists. This was the chance she'd been waiting for! Glenda could scramble to her feet and run out of the stable and look for help. But her pussy had a mind of its own. Instead of thinking of escape, Glenda thrashed and bucked under Florence's expert fingering and tonguing.

"Mmmmmm," Florence groaned again as she went back to Glenda's hotbox.

The black woman was an expert. She knew the mystery of what tongues were for. Glenda felt her body shudder as the woman's tongue snaked up toward her clit. She shivered with delight as Florence's fingers caressed her bouncing cheeks, then moved down and into her puckered shithole.