knew the bolt of Wild Turkey she’d taken back at the house on top of the wine she’d consumed at the dinner earlier probably put her over the legal blood alcohol limit as well. But those were the least of her sins that night. She felt a delirious, irresponsible appetite for life. She was free of her hated husband, unexpectedly but irreversibly, and the prospect of financial freedom was suddenly a very real one. She wanted to dance, drink and fuck.
Kyle’s motel was on the east side of town, and a real dive it was too. Sputtering pink and blue neon in a sign that clearly hadn’t been maintained in a long while announced its presence. On the way into the parking lot the Mercedes ran over a discarded bottle, the glass exploding with a muffled pop. Outside a bar across the street another neon sign promised topless waitresses and nightly fully nude strip shows.
He led her to his room, walking swiftly, his head down, his demeanor embarrassed, she thought. The room smelled of antiseptic, booze and, she thought, jism. The bed was square and lumpy-looking, the lino on the floor cracked and curling at the edges. And already, through the wall abutting the headboard of the bed, Donna could hear the sounds of sex from next door.
She thought the place’s sleaziness was just perfect.
Moving in behind Kyle, Donna tore at his belt buckle and managed somehow to undo it and wrench the zipper of his jeans down, pulling the jeans and shorts halfway down his thighs. She felt his cock spring up against her hand, fully erect already. While Kyle pushed his jeans the rest of the way down Donna tugged the dress off over her head and peeled off her bra so that when he turned, stripping off his shirt and standing naked and potent before her, she faced him in nothing but her panties. His eyes roved over her tits and he gripped his penis in his hand, stroking it rhythmically.
Donna stepped up to him and slapped his hand away and took his cock in her own grasp, kneading it, sliding the skin back so that the head bulged even more hugely.
‘Get back on the bed,’ she whispered.
He reached for her breasts but she put a hand up to block him and pushed the other one into his chest, shoving at him. ‘Get back on the bed. I’m going to fuck you.’
Kyle flopped back on the bed, which creaked like a crypt door in an old horror movie. Through the wall, the couple seemed to have paused and be murmuring to one another.
Donna hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and peeled them down, kicking them off. She watched Kyle staring at her pubis, then ran a hand down through the hair and crooked a finger inside herself, rubbing as she advanced.
‘You want this?’ she breathed.
‘Yeah.’ He nodded.
‘You want to put your cock in here?’
‘Yeah.’ His voice was a croak. ‘I want.’
Donna mounted him, her knees straddling his thighs. She felt the springy mattress sag erratically beneath them and wondered how many scores, hundreds, of other couples had writhed and fucked on it.
When her teasing of his prick with her labia had gotten too much to bear for her she parted the lips with her splayed fingers and with her other hand guided his cock into her, sinking down slowly, exquisitely, the breath hissing inwards through her clenched teeth. As she fed his shaft in she moved her hips experimentally, with infinitesimal movements this way and that, until she felt the shocking, almost painful thrill of his glans nudging her G-spot. She paused, savoring the first contact, and when Kyle tried to push deeper in she gripped the shaft more tightly, squeezing it slightly so that he stopped.
He seemed to sense that she liked that because he thrust with surprising delicacy, butting the head of his cock quickly and with tiny stabbing movements against the wall of her vagina where that sweet spot lay. Each dab against the spot was like a jolt from an electric prod. The orgasm came more quickly than she’d been expecting, than she’d ever
Kyle’s motel was on the east side of town, and a real dive it was too. Sputtering pink and blue neon in a sign that clearly hadn’t been maintained in a long while announced its presence. On the way into the parking lot the Mercedes ran over a discarded bottle, the glass exploding with a muffled pop. Outside a bar across the street another neon sign promised topless waitresses and nightly fully nude strip shows.
He led her to his room, walking swiftly, his head down, his demeanor embarrassed, she thought. The room smelled of antiseptic, booze and, she thought, jism. The bed was square and lumpy-looking, the lino on the floor cracked and curling at the edges. And already, through the wall abutting the headboard of the bed, Donna could hear the sounds of sex from next door.
She thought the place’s sleaziness was just perfect.
Moving in behind Kyle, Donna tore at his belt buckle and managed somehow to undo it and wrench the zipper of his jeans down, pulling the jeans and shorts halfway down his thighs. She felt his cock spring up against her hand, fully erect already. While Kyle pushed his jeans the rest of the way down Donna tugged the dress off over her head and peeled off her bra so that when he turned, stripping off his shirt and standing naked and potent before her, she faced him in nothing but her panties. His eyes roved over her tits and he gripped his penis in his hand, stroking it rhythmically.
Donna stepped up to him and slapped his hand away and took his cock in her own grasp, kneading it, sliding the skin back so that the head bulged even more hugely.
‘Get back on the bed,’ she whispered.
He reached for her breasts but she put a hand up to block him and pushed the other one into his chest, shoving at him. ‘Get back on the bed. I’m going to fuck you.’
Kyle flopped back on the bed, which creaked like a crypt door in an old horror movie. Through the wall, the couple seemed to have paused and be murmuring to one another.
Donna hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and peeled them down, kicking them off. She watched Kyle staring at her pubis, then ran a hand down through the hair and crooked a finger inside herself, rubbing as she advanced.
‘You want this?’ she breathed.
‘Yeah.’ He nodded.
‘You want to put your cock in here?’
‘Yeah.’ His voice was a croak. ‘I want.’
Donna mounted him, her knees straddling his thighs. She felt the springy mattress sag erratically beneath them and wondered how many scores, hundreds, of other couples had writhed and fucked on it.
When her teasing of his prick with her labia had gotten too much to bear for her she parted the lips with her splayed fingers and with her other hand guided his cock into her, sinking down slowly, exquisitely, the breath hissing inwards through her clenched teeth. As she fed his shaft in she moved her hips experimentally, with infinitesimal movements this way and that, until she felt the shocking, almost painful thrill of his glans nudging her G-spot. She paused, savoring the first contact, and when Kyle tried to push deeper in she gripped the shaft more tightly, squeezing it slightly so that he stopped.
He seemed to sense that she liked that because he thrust with surprising delicacy, butting the head of his cock quickly and with tiny stabbing movements against the wall of her vagina where that sweet spot lay. Each dab against the spot was like a jolt from an electric prod. The orgasm came more quickly than she’d been expecting, than she’d ever
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