”“That's better. Now slam my cunt hole and tickle the small of my back with the feather.”Erica really had at it. The pounding that my cunt was t...king along with the feather tickling my back sent me over the top and i squirted my girl cum all over Erica's cock and onto my bed sheets. After taking a few moments to recover, I took off Erica's strap-on and told her to get on her back and suck on the fake cock. Without asking permission, i then got between Erica's legs and started to lick her clit. Shit, I had such a small pecker that ayoung boy would probably laugh at me! I deserved to be Christine. No,I didn't deserve that name. The real Christine was a real female, atleast from what my dad told me. I was just a sissy. I was nothingmore than Sissy Chrissie, the crying, pathetic, faggot with the tinydick.About that time, Miss Sarah came back into the bathroom to see how Iwas doing. She found me sitting on the toilet seat, head hung downbetween my knees so I couldn't see a mirror,. "Harder and harder until they begin to ache" and with his words, the pain came. A burning, as if the skin was stretched hard. "The fabric of your shirt rubs over your nipples, teasing them... each movement, each breath you take is a sweet torment of stimulation." I moaned, feeling the areola crinkle tightly with a wonderful throb. This intense pleasure/pain brought a flood of moisture between my thighs.The first time he entered my mind, it was more clinical, in a way maybe just an exercise to. ”“Mistress!” squealed Nathalie in delight.He frowned, his cock twitching before him? “What are you talking about?”“I’ve removed my contraceptive spell,” I told him. “I’m fertile. I want you in me. I want your child, Sven! I want my brother’s baby!”He hesitated, his brow furrowing.Did he think it was wrong for us to have children? That it was too incestuous for us to conceive a child. We were the same flesh, but... Then he was on me, growling with such aggressive lust. I gasped as his dick.