Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Everything was so relaxing - so right. I don’t even know when I started stroking my wet, e...posed pussy. Everything was in sync - my hands, my pussy, my brother’s cock. Even his hands were stroking my hair to the same rhythm.Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. I loved helping my brother get off. I loved pleasuring him. I loved being... Talk, I suddenly told myself. Talk to him - it’ll help him get off.“I love being your little pleasure. No tellin' where he got the idea, but he wuz shore that she wuz deliberately holdin' out on him. He figured, in his rage, that she would git pregnant if he whipped her an' then impregnated her. He wuz enough stronger than Holley ta manage it, so he stripped off her dress an' tied her hands ta a peg he had set up high in the cabin wall.Asa whipped Holley fer a while until it dawned on her that he would quit whippin' her ifen she promised ta git pregnant this time. She wuz right, as soon as she. Be a good little bitch and show me just what you'd do to it" He let go of my hair, but before he was able to move back, I grabbed him by his ass, and pushed his shaft completely into my mouth. His head was deep into my throat and I was loving every inch of it. I moved my head back and forth, letting him fuck my throat, playing with his balls with my left hand, and using my right hand to rub my soaking wet twat. I moaned loudly, well aware that the vibrations would increase his pleasure. He. Our lipstick fusedtogether when we kissed. With a few tickles here and there and severalgiggles along the way, we carried on like two teenagers once again, forthe next ten or so minutes. I had my hands on Julie's breasts throughher shirt when she sat up and started to unbutton it."This should be better."I took the hint and undid my blouse, leaving it on, but open. Soon Ihad Julie taking her bra off. I needed her to help do it because it wasa sports bra that comes off over your head. Her breasts.