“Now come on girls,” said Juchster, “put your hearts into it.   Or in this case, your tongues.”

“Perhaps they need some motivation?” suggested Colleen, walking over to the two women.   She lightly touched the tip of her riding crop upon Leonie’s large backside.   Colleen tickled the older woman’s backside for a moment, then turned toward Juchster and asked, “May I?”

“Be my guest,” said Allan Juchster.

“Suck that honey out, bitch!” ordered Colleen slamming the riding crop hard against Leonie’s backside.   The touch of the crop had an immediate effect upon both women on the bench: Leonie began to lightly lick her daughter’s sex lips; Sonja flinched from fear of a blow passing between Leonie’s parted thighs to hit her in the face.

Colleen began to slam the crop harder and faster against Leonie’s backside, and Leonie began to drink from her daughter’s sex with more and more gusto.   At first Sonja tried to tongue her mother’s sex, timing her tongue action to each up stroke of the crop, so that she could duck her head as much as possible beneath her mother’s plump thighs, as each blow descended.

But as the blows began to land ever more rapidly, Sonja began to devote all of her efforts toward watching and cowering from each blow.   But as Leonie’s tongue action became more and more frantic, matching the pace of the descending crop, Sonja was unable to concentrate on anything but the warm feeling that was sweeping up from her crotch, engulfing her entire body.   She began to moan and groan, gasping for breath as a climax overtook her.   She savagely bit into the plump thighs of her mother as she came.

When Sonja had recovered her breath a bit, Colleen reached between the parted thighs, to touch her lightly upon the cheek with the riding crop and said, “Your turn now.”

Sonja needed no further urging to begin lapping and sucking at   Leonie’s vagina.   Leonie ground her sex hard down against Sonja’s young face, feeling guilty as she did so as she always felt guilty.   Not only guilty about what she was doing with her own daughter, but also guilty about how good it felt.   Sonja’s tongue action made Leonie seethe with pleasure, and the juices from Sonja’s sex were like the nectar of the gods upon Leonie’s tongue.

When Sonja had finished and Leonie had recovered her breath, Colleen walked around to the front of Leonie.   Climbing up onto the bench, Colleen knelt between Sonja’s legs, and, taking hold of Leonie’s head, shoved her sex into Leonie’s face.

“Now do me!” commanded Colleen.

Leonie was tempted to repay Colleen for all of the trouble that she had caused them, by biting her hard in the vagina.   But seeing Colleen’s riding crop, which she had already felt, and seeing the thick leather belt around Colleen’s waist, Leonie changed her mind and began to lick and suck at Colleen’s sex, lapping up the vaginal juices, which were already flowing freely.

“Hey, I want a piece of that action,” said Juchster.   He climbed up onto the bench so that his penis dangled over Sonja’s young face.

At first Sonja thought she would have to pay lip service to her father again.   Then she saw Juchster grab Leonie’s plump backside, press the head of his penis against her anus, and thrust into Leonie’s backside in a single stab.

Leonie bucked and gasped, causing Colleen to writhe with pleasure from the effect of Leonie’s breath against her vagina,

Watching her mother’s violation, only centimetres above her head, Sonja felt as though she were a dirty movie cameraman, in position for a close-up.

Leonie gasped as she was sodomised; Juchster moaned with pleasure at the tightness of Leonie’s anus; Colleen writhed and sighed with pleasure at Leonie’s tongue actions and Sonja just lay on her back watching, with the weight of Leonie, Colleen, and Juchster all pressing down upon her, Sonja felt like the victim of a hit-and-run orgy.

“How about something completely different?” said Juchster, not that he was really asking a question.

Leonie’s feet were strapped to the pulleys in the centre of the room, and Juchster cranked the handle to raise her from the floor, Leonie writhed and shrieked, unused to the strain upon her ankles.   Colleen stood watching as Leonie was lowered onto the metal dildo, which projected up from the floor, until about fifteen, or sixteen centimetres of the metal bar were thrust down her throat.   Behind Colleen, impervious to her mother’s fate, Sonja was lapping away at Colleen’s anus.

“Well, that shut her up,” said Juchster.   “As the night goes on, I’ll slowly lower her onto it centimetre by centimetre….”

“Until it comes out her cunt?” asked Colleen.

“No, I think that might be going just a little too far,” said Juchster.

“Perhaps we could lower Sonja onto it arse-first, later on,” suggested Colleen,

“That might be interesting,” conceded Allan Juchster.

“Ouch,” said Sonja, as though she could already feel her backside being ripped apart by the metal penis.

THE END