Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... Jenny agreed with me, "And I'm sure the same thing applies for our awesome little Mexican whore here."

"It does, ma'am," Sofia spoke up while she was now busy slowly and methodically finger-fucking Jenny's vagina with two of her held-together fingers.

"I didn't give you permission to speak!" Jenny reprimanded Sofia. "Just for that, you can stop finger-fucking me right now, and eat my pussy instead."

Sofia immediately stuck her face into Jenny's hairy pussy and began licking away.

As I watched Sofia go at it, all I could think about was how I had pulled my fecal matter-coated dick out of Jenny's rectum and stuck it into her pussy just a few minutes before Sofia had come into the bedroom to join us. And so Sofia had no idea that Jenny's pussy was tainted, so to speak.

"So where was I? Oh yeah, I was talking about Mom having to pretend that she's fertile whenever we're fucking," I continued on with my explanation, trying to get my mind off of that last thought about Jenny's tainted twat. "Obviously, it's the possibility of me getting my own mother pregnant that turns both my mother and me on the most--even though that possibility is a total fantasy in real life.

"But that fact really doesn't matter in the heat of the moment. As long as Mom and I can suspend our belief long enough to fantasize and pretend that her pussy is fertile and ovulating while I'm fucking her, that's all we seem to need to make our intercourse mentally exciting and sexually ...

... satisfying for both of us. Like they say, sex is 90% mental and only about 10% physical."

"Hold onto that thought," Jenny quickly said to me, and then turned her attention towards Sofia.

"Sofia, you did a good job of getting me turned-on just now. So I'm going to let my boyfriend fuck you. But as soon as you guys get coupled up in a missionary-style position, I want you to pretend that Carl's raping you against your will. And I want you to struggle to try to get out from underneath him at first. Don't worry. He's not going to let you escape, are you, Carl?"

"No. You bet your sweet ass I won't!" I said.

"But once Carl has held you down for at least a good minute or so, while he's busy raping the crap out of you, I want you to pretend to give in to him and accept your fate, as you finally let Carl fertilize that middle-age, Mexican pussy of yours, and possibly get you pregnant. Can you do that for me, Sofia? Does that sound like that would be fun?"

"Oh God yes! I'm sorry, but I lied when I told you that my husband took my virginity 13 years ago. Oh sure, I let Pablo think that he did--but the truth is he didn't. His best friend, Cacho, did. His real name's Esteban, but his last name is Camacho, and that's how he got the nickname, Cacho.

"Anyway, Cacho unexpectedly showed up at my apartment late one night, and he was pretty drunk. So I let him sleep on the sofa in the living area of the apartment, because I didn't want him trying to drive back home in his inebriated ...