Offers Sophia to him

My lust addled brain spun at the simplicity of the question. Of course to dad this wasn't out of the ordinary; as long as Sophia was wearing the Slut sticker, anyone would and could fuck her without anyone else asking questions. I'd used that sticker to let Adams rail me in the middle of a parking lot, so of course dad wouldn't bat an eye at finding Sophia riding me like her life depended on it.

Currently she was resting her head in the crook of my neck, slowly rocking her hips back and forth and whimpering with need. Whatever resistance she had had to this situation had been broken by the sticker, because I doubted I was remotely experienced enough at sex to blow her mind with it. But as I looked from her to my dad, I noticed a few things.

Sophia's eyes were flicking between the two of us, both concerned and clearly hungry. Dad meanwhile was looking at her with obvious interest and I could see a bulge in his pants. And I thought back to everything Sophia had said and done to me, of the humiliation she had inflicted on me, and how more than once I had wanted to get back at her.

Never could I bring myself to hurt her or the trio, especially with my powers.

I had no such compunctions about fucking her brains out though. Obviously.

My focus returned to dad and I said, "Remember how I almost died in a locker in my Sophmore year?"

He nodded. I gestured at Sophia, "Well, Sophia here was one of the ringmasters. But now, she's a horny little _slut _that needs a good fucking. A little personal payback and all, but if you're here..."

My throat felt dry, my muscles burned from holding Sophia up, my heart pounded, and my cock twitched inside her. I couldn't believe what I said next, but I meant it, "How do you feel about joining me and we teach this bitch a lesson?"

Dad barely seemed to think about my offer before responding with a resounding, "Fuck yes. It's been a long day, I need to blow off some steam. Give her here."

I pulled out of Sophia, saddened by the loss but more than a little excited by what was to come. Setting her down, I directed her towards my dad. He was already pulling at his belt and let his trousers drop in a pile at my door. Then he pulled his boxers down and my eyes went wide.

So, turns out that my larger than average cock was not a result of sticker shenanigans. Dad's was longer and wider, though not by much, and sprung to attention once he tossed his boxers aside. A small part of me realized that mom had been a very lucky woman. The rest of me agreed.

"You...can't be serious..."Sophia looked between us, "I can't fit two of you at once..."

"You've got more than one hole," Dad explained to her, grabbing her by the hair as he did, "So, while you're sucking on me, Taylor is going to fuck you till he's good and done. Got it, bitch?"

Sophia didn't complain, wrapping her lips around dads member and sliding down its length. She nearly fit the entire thing, to my surprise, **** only as she reached the end. Dad let his head roll back and groaned, digging his fingers into her hair as he did.

For a moment I couldn't move, watching as Sophia bobbed up and down along his shaft, moaning softly as she did. This was not something I had expected, and I felt terrible for letting things go this far. Well, a little terrible. Slightly.

Okay, I felt far more satisfied watching the object of my torment be used by my dad for personal pleasure far more than was probably healthy. Fact was, I was finding it hard to care.

Dad let his head roll forward and opened his eyes to look at me, "You can keep going Taylor, I didn't mean to interrupt. You don't find sluts like this very...ugh...often. Have fun with her."

This was not the kind of bonding I had planned.

I wasn't going to stop either though. Which raised an interesting question; did the Slut sticker affect my morals and standards even when I wasn't wearing it? Given my current situation, that seemed... likely.

But that wasn't important. Sophia had changed positions, now running her tongue along the underside of my dads cock while massaging his balls with her hands. She had raised her hips and they swayed invitingly before me. Who was I to turn down such an invitation?

I grabbed Sophia by the hips and pushed back into her, welcoming the familiar feeling as I pushed into her. My speed was faster this time, nearly picking up where we had left off. Her ass slapped against my hips as I frantically fucked her. Sophia moaned into my dads cock, and he twitched at the sensation.

"She's close, Taylor. Keep...oh god...keep it up. Make this bitch cum." he said with more encouragement than I had heard from him in years.

I didn't last long, there had been enough buildup. My cock went rigid stiff as my balls tightened and I released cum, _my _cum into Sophias sopping twat. She squealed in surprise and delight, and her entire body flexed and shivered. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, pulsing in time with her own climax. Then to top it off, dad let out a groan and pulled her onto her cock and came into her mouth.

All three of us stood or crouched in my room, sweat soaked and with our cocks buried in Sophia. A bit of jizz dribbled out of her mouth as dad let her go and ordered, "Swallow. Don't waste it."

Sophia did as she was ordered, and sat back as I pulled out of her. I let her slump against the wall, and sat on my bed. Dad leaned against the nearby wall, panting with his hands on his knees. My mind felt surprisingly clear now, and dad and I couldn't make eye contact. This was going to lead to an awkward conversation in a little bit, I could tell.

Question now was, what to do with Sophia?