My beautiful blonde wife was on her knees in front of this black boy and she didn't look like she was in any hurry to get up so I didn't make a move w...nting to see what she was going to do now. "Go ahead suck it before I get pissed off and make you," Derrick demanded. "I can't. It's too big," she whimpered. Again he grabbed her by the hair and telling her to take it in her hands he forced her mouth to the head and told her to open up. He forced his head between her lips and tried to shove it. Her hands made strange attempts at covering them, pressing, squeezing, an small audience astonished at the spectacle, myself included. What's a girl to do? She had to remove the dishevelled bikini top, carefully wrap the sarong back over herself while standing topless in the middle of the street. Unnecessarily shaking her breasts in apparent preparation for the return to the flimsy top from which they had joyously escaped. This accomplished, she made for the hotel. “O fuck, what a thrill!” she. She reached out both hands and grabbed it about half way up. She slowly stroked it up and down, deliberately and expertly, still staring intently at the purple head which seemed to inch closer and closer to her mouth with every stroke.“I can’t believe I’ve got my brothers cock in my hands,” she marvelled. “And I can’t believe how fucking big it is!” For the first time since she’d released it from my boxers, she looked away from my rock-hard dick and into my eyes. “Wow.”She stuck her tongue out. I’m going to give you a long, hard thrashing.” That word seemed like something lifted from British spanking porn. The English Vice, although it seemed more prevalent than I once imagined.“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”“It’s supposed to hurt, that's why it’s a spanking.” Rather hackneyed dialogue, I thought. I was sure this was not Holly's first time being whacked as somebody's bottom girl. I was just glad that it was my turn now.She sat on my right side, “All right,” I said, “Let’s not take.