"Got a friend you can get?" one of them asked. "Or is a threesome okay with you?"

She gazed at him defiantly. "A threesome is fine."

They snickered. "You think you can handle both of us, honey?"

Feeling brazen and dizzy from the booze she looked at them through half shut eyes. "I know I can."

"Oh, slit, it's gonna be one of those nights!" George chuckled.

They drank up and went out to the car. Jackie prayed she'd be able to walk a straight line and she managed to get to the car without stumbling.

Giggling, this time she was the one who ran her fingers up and down their thighs. Then on an impulse she slipped her hands into their crotches.

"Oh, fuck, we've got us a real woman!" one of them grunted.

"Yeah, if I don't crack the car up," the others snickered.

She purred, fluttering her fingers over the outline of each bulging prick, fondling their fuckpoles and pinching their cockheads.

At last they arrived at the motel. They hurried her into their room and locked the door. She accepted a beer and proceeded to peel her jeans off her feet.

She stood up and did a few lewd bumps and grinds on her high heels, still wearing her bra and tee-shirt and panties. Someone put the radio on, and Jackie swayed on her high heels, teasing them by pulling her panties down and pulling them back up again.

She pulled her tee-shirt over her head, and shook her long dark hair loose down her back. On the radio someone was singing something about a cheating wife, and Jackie sang along.

She danced around in her bra and panties and high heels, while they clapped and whistled, encouraging her to strip. She unhooked her bra and teased them by holding it up over her tits, finally tossing it across the room.

They stamped their feet and shouted obscenities as she wiggled her shoulders and shook her jugs. Her big boobs bounced back and forth, her nipples getting stiff and long.