Her cries were interspersed with moans of pleasure. And the moans of pleasure only prompted him to give her more and more. How many more lashes? How m...ny more times would she feel the leather create the pleasure pain sensation on her skin? Again and again he administered the whip, swish smack, swish smack, again and again the burning, stinging but ohh so delicious feelings coursed through her body…so many times did he whip her that she could no longer feel the individual lashes, only one. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God dammit. I am so fucking lonely I could cry." Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my shoulder. I felt like I was being held by a vice."You know that song you been writin' to go with that un-natural guitar he's playin' up there?" I nodded and tried to get loose from her grip. My back was. He lined up his groin with my ass and leaning in to kiss my neck. I could feel his rock-hard morning erection pushed in my crack.“Good morning, little brother,” he said, grinding his cock against me.“Good morning, Ford. Want to put that inside me?”“Seems like a good way to start the day.” He reached down to wiggle the head of his cock against my hole. I was still slick and wet from last night’s fucking, still carrying the loads of both my brother and father. I pushed my ass up against him,. His arm was around her, with his hand cupping her ass. Denise's skin was lightly tanned but it was still in contrast with his medium brown complexion. Her breasts, untouched by the sun, were very white and pressed against his side. I loved the difference in color between their bodies.Denise and I both watched at her right hand, which was touching his meat: his thick post-fucking cock, which still seemed partially swollen, and his massive balls, semi-sparsely covered with short curly-q pubes..