Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... In other words, something that was causing Fran to just want me to fuck her, instead of her actually trying to kiss me and make love to me during our intercourse.

Of course, the last thing I wanted was to kiss Fran during sex. It was bad enough when I have had to lick and tongue her old, shriveled-up pussy. But that still didn't make things any less depressing for me.

All I could think about at that moment was why hadn't Fran ever asked me to kiss her during any of our past intercourse sessions, like she had asked Greg to do?

Then I realized that the answer to that question had to be that Greg is much younger than me, and he's in much better physical shape than me, and he's definitely much more handsome-looking than I am.

So apparently, the fact that I'm the guy who has the much larger, 7-inch-long penis between his legs doesn't count towards my "kissibility factor" as far as Fran was concerned.

All I could hope now was that Jenny doesn't feel that same way about me. Because I desperately needed to make love to her--not just have pure, raw, clinical sex with her, like I had been doing up to this point.

When Jenny saw Greg dismount Fran, she announced to the room that it was time for the two males in the room to have sex together in front of all the women.

"What are you doing?" I leaned over to urgently whisper in Jenny's ear.

"I've always wanted to watch two guys have sex with each other. When will I get another chance like this?" Jenny whispered ...

... right back in my ear. "Now, I want you to 69 with my big brother on top the bed, and play nice, okay? I mean, you don't have to suck his dick, if you don't want to. But you've got to get him hard, so that he can fuck me again, okay? I promise you, I'll make it worth your while later."

I got up out of bed, stood up straight, and announced to the whole room, "Alrighty, folks, it's intermission time. I'm going to go get some warm, wet washcloths so that we can all get cleaned up a little bit, before we get underway again. Is everyone good with that? I mean, wouldn't it be nice for us all to start out again with clean genitals?"

"Here, here!" Mom called out in support of my idea.

"A clean jenny is a godly jenny! Fran proudly announced in an overly-loud voice.

"I don't know about that, Fran!" Jenny challenged sarcastically. "My jenny's never felt godly to me, no matter how clean it is--although I have to admit, it does make me

see

God from time to time!"

And everyone in the room--except for Fran--broke out laughing while I was heading to the bathroom that was connected to Mom's bedroom to raid the linen closet for five separate wash cloths that I could wet with warm water under the bathroom spigot, wring out the excess moisture from them, and then distribute them to our guests when I returned to the bedroom.

It was a truly weird and erotic experience watching four other adults in the same room as they were carefully wiping down (cleaning up the sperm and other ...