“My ass hurts from where you paddled me, and, uh, my cunt hurts from how hard you fucked me.”I smiled. “I know. Live with it.”She nodded. “S...r.”I kissed the top of her head, and rocked slightly, moving my cock a little bit in her cunt. She moaned slightly, and rocked a little bit in response.“Now we’re going to talk.”“Couldn’t we just fuck?” she asked.“We could. But not yet. Now listen.”As we talked, I held her in my arms, gently rocking, and feeling her grip my cock inside her. It felt. I stand almost 5'8," talland weigh about 140, and while I can look like a girl, I am not one ofthose skinny 100 pound girls with long hair they flip all the time. I ama bigger girl, but I enjoy it, I'm merely a combination of foam rubber,birdseed, makeup and desire. My name is Sharon when I'm a girl, Georgewhen I'm not, and I have ID in both names, including a school ID that Icreated on the computer. I remained dressed the rest of that day, and inthe morning, since mom told me to get dressed, I. Daddy fucked Mom while she ate us out. I shuddered, wishing I could see his strong form fucking her, pounding her from behind, treating her like a slut.Like me.Mom’s tongue fluttered through my folds again. My orgasm swelled and swelled, fed by all the sensations assaulting my flesh. The rough bite of the ropes, being bound to my half-sister, the press of our flesh, and Mom’s wicked tongue. She danced across my pussy, teasing my petals as she moaned and gasped.“That’s it, slut!” growled Daddy,. A man on the screen fucking a little blond from behind, the sounds of sex preparing the room.Christina motioned me to the couch and I moved across the room and took my seat. Then she started to strip. She slid her shirt over her head to reveal those perky breast held firmly in a black bra. Sliding her hands up and down her body and over her breasts she moved her fingers down and slowly undid her jeans, sliding them over her shapely thighs and stepped out of them. Christina spun around and bent.