Jen is visiting old lovers in Washington and has arranged for a surprise MFM session.
While they drove to the cheap, rundown motel she had booked, Donald kept his hands busy fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples. She was glad she had lost the fifty pounds she had wanted to, because it eliminated the tummy roll when she sat upright. Everything looked okay when she was on her back, but she wanted to look trim and hot from every angle, and in every position...she wanted to be screwed six ways from Sunday, and it looked as though her wish would come true.
They arrived at the motel, and the clerk passed her a door key through the night slot. Driving around the back, Jennifer observed that her room was under a stairwell, and well away from any other rooms. It was also facing a dark parking lot, and just beyond the lot, the lines of trees along the freeway. The cars whizzed by, and she noticed two street lamps were out. There was a large dumpster two spaces back from her car, and it looked tacky, all in all. That fit her mood. This was no loving affair – it was pure and raw animalistic sex.
She quickly unlocked the door and brought in her small carry on luggage. She had only a few necessities packed.
She and Donald began again to kiss and caress, and his tongue traced a line of molten fire down her cheek, neck and up again to her ear, where she shivered with desire. He slid his hands up under her shirt, up under her bra and cupped her breasts with fingers pointing up. This placed her nipples in the crux of his two fingers, where they could be rubbed and plied and twiddled.
She invited him to clean up a little in the bathroom, since he'd had latex on and probably tasted that way...and while he was in there, she checked in the closet for Tim. She gave him a quick kiss, and said, "Leave the closet open a crack. Watch for us to start fucking with me on top, then I'll look back and give you a nod."
When Donald came out of the bathroom, Jen was seated in a chair, drinking a screwdriver. "I think I need to loosen up just a little, sweetie...I'm feeling kind of wild tonight. Would you like a drink?" She poured him one, heavy on the vodka, and he told her he'd popped a "little blue pill" before leaving the college. About 20 minutes ago. Which meant he was raging and raring to go.
She slipped off her shoes and jeans, and laid a towel down on the worn fabric of the chair. "First, there's something you can do for me...something I've been missing a long time..." she placed each of her knees over the low arms of the chair, and it was clear to him what she wanted him to do. He obliged her by scooping up her backside in his two hands, and taking her pussy to his mouth just like you would a succulent slice of watermelon.
He began to lick and nibble and suck, and she began to writhe and moan. She came so hard and so quickly, it left her a little dizzy. They moved to the bed, and he went down between her legs again. He slipped one, and then two fingers inside her hot snatch and stroked and pumped them in and out as his mouth latched onto her clit with suction force and she began to really thrash. She squeezed her thighs together and held his head to her.
She thrashed her arms and clutched at the covers of the bed...she bucked and squirmed and shouted, "Eeeeeeyeahhhh....omigod....that's it, yes, yes, yes....oh, god here I come...ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." The groans from her throat took on a high pitched quality, and she became incoherent, struggling and wriggling her hips, her legs shaking as if demon-possessed.
Then Donald reached to slip on a condom, and she noticed his usually well-endowed cock seemed unnaturally swollen and engorged. Breathlessly, she asked, "Is that what Viagra does to you?"
