Chapter 2
A week later Gloria got the invitation Howard Ross had promised. It was to be a barbecue given by him and his wife Peg. Gloria had no idea how Howard had persuaded Peg to invite her, and she didn't care. She was IN, and that was all that mattered.
Gloria dressed carefully for the party in a clinging blue jumpsuit, which showed, off her spectacular figure. She brushed her long thick auburn hair till it gleamed, and she was careful not to overdo her makeup. She wanted to look attractive but not to stand out-she'd made the neighborhood women uptight enough already.
But when she arrived at the party, she realized that it didn't matter what she wore. Not a singe woman greeted her, and no man dared to speak to her. She was snubbed just like always. The only word she got was from Howard's wife Peg, who approached her with a look of freezing dislike.
"I don't know why Howard wanted YOU here," Peg hissed, "but he insisted. I just want you to know that it wasn't my idea, and you'd better not expect to make any friends."
"But why not?" Gloria said, struggling not to burst into tears. "Why can't I be part of the group?"
"Because you're not married, "Peg said frankly. "We don't want any singles around. It just makes trouble. So I suggest you have a few drinks and leave, lady. Nobody's going to be talking to you.
Bitch, Gloria thought as Peg turned and marched away, leaving her isolated at the edge of the group. She was tempted to run home and cry, but her pride held her back. Dammit, they had no right to treat her like that just because she didn't have a man of her own. She was determined to break into the group, no matter what it took.
And since fucking Howard Ross had gotten her this invitation, maybe balling, some other guy would get her even farther.
Gloria stood her ground, looking as calm as she could, and started studying the other men at the party. A lot of them were too old or not very attractive, but she noticed three men who were not only handsome but who seemed quite popular. She concentrated on them, wondering if they might be her tickets to social acceptance.
One man was Dr. John Taylor, a tall lean man with a deep tan and thick black hair who seemed to be the natural leader of the group. Another was Jim Dale, a well-known attorney, and a bubbly blond fellow who kept the group laughing. But the man who really caught Gloria's attention was Stan Wells, a tennis pro, easily the sexiest guy at the party.
Stan Wells was just six feet tall and had white hair, but the white was premature. Wells couldn't have been more than thirty-five. Powerfully built, graceful, and deeply tanned, he attracted the notice of every woman at the party. Gloria was getting urgently horny just from looking at him. She definitely wanted Stan Wells to be her next conquest, but how was she going to get close to him?
Then she noticed Howard Ross flitting by her with a tray of snacks. Though he was the host of the party, he'd kept out of sight for most of the afternoon, and every time he saw Gloria he'd blush furiously. Clearly he was trying to avoid her. Gloria didn't care. She didn't give a shit how embarrassed he was. She needed him.
She stepped forward, touched his arm, and said, "Oh, Howard."
Howard Ross blushed right down to his socks.
After looking around nervously to make, sure his wife wasn't watching, he whispered, "Gloria, please, don't talk to me. Peg is furious that I invited you, and she'll have a fit if she sees us together.
"I understand, Howard," Gloria said sweetly, "so if you want to make sure Peg never knows about what we did, you'd better do me just one more favor." -Howard gritted his teeth and said, "All fight, dammit. What is it?"
"Introduce me to Stan Wells," Gloria said.
"And then you'll leave me alone? For good?" Howard said.
"It's a promise," Gloria said, giving him a dazzling smile.
"All right, come on," Howard sighed.
The woman glared and the men tried not to gawk as Howard led Gloria over to the handsome tennis pro. The 6~ily one not to lose his cool was Stan Wells. He just smiled calmly when he saw Gloria coming his way. Howard quickly introduces them and fled, and Stan shook Gloria's hand.
"I've been interested in meeting you," he said, "but my wife threatened to kill me if I talked to you. What's the deal? You have leprosy or something?"
"I wish it was that simple," Gloria sighed. "No, it's just that your wives don't want any unattached women around."
"Good thing mine's in the bathroom, then,"
Stan chuckled. "What can I do for you?"
Gloria held his eye in a meaningful glance, then said, "I'd like to know you better, Stan, but I don't want to make trouble for you here. Why don't you come over to my place later tonight?"
His eyes widened, but she didn't give him a chance to reply. She just smiled, turned, and walked home, hoping her gamble would pay off. No one else had heard what she said to Stan, so it was up to him. But her invitation couldn't have been clearer. If Stan wanted to step out on his wife that evening, he knew where to go.
Gloria changed into a low-cut black lounging dress, made herself a drink, and waited. It was just about two hours before the doorbell rang. She hurried' to answer it, preparing a big welcoming smile. Stan Wells stood on her doorstep, and he was smiling, too.
"Well, hello there," he said, "you're looking fantastic."
"Thank you," Gloria said. "Won't you come in?"
She made him a drink, and they sat on the couch-the same couch where she'd fucked Howard just a week ago. Stan was wearing his tennis clothes, white shorts and short-sleeved white jersey, and she admired his tan tautly-muscled arms. He excited hell out of her. Unlike poor meek Howard, Stan looked just like a man should look.
"Let's not beat around the bush," Stan said. I'm a busy guy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you want me to get you into the scene here, yes?" "That's right," Gloria said.
"And in return you'll do a few nice things for me?" Stan said, reaching out to caress her leg through the silky black material of her gown.
"Uh, yes, that's the idea," Gloria said, reddening slightly.
"No need to be bashful about it," Stan chuckled. "I can dig it. Those bitches won't let you in, so you're going to do it with the men instead. Yeah, I dig it and I admire it. So let's get down to business."
He slipped his hand inside the front of her gown and touched one big hot bare tit. Gloria gasped and flinched, then settled back against the couch. She hadn't expected such a sudden move, but she was glad of it. Like Stan, she didn't want to waste time. She smiled lazily at him as he caressed her naked silky breast.
"Nice," Stan said. "Mind if I take a look?"
"Be my guest," Gloria said.
He untied the sash of her gown and slipped the silky garment off her shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. He was obviously impressed with her perfectly firm grapefruit-size boobs and her lovely little pink nipples. He put his hands under her heavy hot jugs and playfully hoisted them, feeling their warmth and weight.
"Great boobs," he said. "My wife would eat her heart out. In fact all the wives are jealous of you. That's why they're scared. You're just too damned attractive, Gloria."
When in doubt, just smile-that was Gloria's policy. She'd never been in high society before, and often she didn't know what to say. So she smiled invitingly while Stan Wells squeezed and caressed her big creamy-pale jugs. His touch was expert and exciting, and she felt her starved little cunt starting to moisten and cream.
"You make it with Howard?" Stan asked.
Gloria blushed hotly. "If I did, I wouldn't talk about it," she said.
Stan laughed and said, "Oh, I figured you did. How else would you have been invited to the party today? And poor old Howard gave it away. He looked like he was going to crap himself, he was so uptight."
Gloria had to agree, Howard just hadn't been able to keep his cool. But Stan Wells would be different. He was a man of the world, clearly experienced with women. She got more and more relaxed as he played with her big sensitive tits. Soon her aroused box was leaking a steady stream of hot cunt-juice that moistened the crotch of her panties.
Then Stan bent down and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Gloria gasped with surprise and pleasure. That was another thing her husband Eddie had never done to her, and she was delighted to discover how nice it felt to have a man suck her tit into the heat and wetness of his mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm," Gloria murmured.
Stan took the whole soft pink nipple between his lips and sucked gently but steadily. He lashed the delicate little bud with his slick hot tongue and massaged it with his 11ps. Gloria felt little shivers of pleasure streaking down her body, arousing her hungry pussy into swollen wetness. Slowly her nipple went erect and throbbing in Stan's mouth.
He released the taut pink bud and chuckled, "Look, now they don't match."
Gloria looked down and saw that the spit-soaked nipple was stiff and pointed, while her other nipple was still soft and rounded. "Then- you'll have to do the other one, too," she said with a grin.
"Just what I had in mind," Stan laughed.
He bent down again and swiftly sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Gloria moaned softly as she felt his lips and tongue doing their work, and it wasn't long before the second nipple was going stiff in his mouth. Her pussy was red-hot with eagerness, her hungry little cunt leaking more and more steamy sticky juice. Stan's expert unhurried foreplay was driving her wild.
"Ohhhh, that's so nice," she sighed.
Stan released the pink pointed nipple and grinned at her. "I can think of something a lot nicer," he said. "But making it on the couch is kid stuff Let's go in the bedroom."
Gloria blushed but got right to her feet. She'd made her bargain clear to Stan, and it was time to carry out her part of the deal. If she fucked him tonight, she'd start making friends tomorrow-or so she hoped. She led the way down the carpeted hail to her bedroom.
Stan eyed the king-size bed and said, "I guess you weren't planning to sleep alone when you bought that."
"Not if I can help it," Gloria said.
He turned to her and slipped her gown oft leaving her in just her black lace bikini panties. He ogled her curvy sleek body, and as he did so Gloria noticed the crotch of his shorts starting to bulge. Soon it was lewdly tented with a fierce hard-on. She could hardly wait to see his naked cock. She reached for his fly, but he gently moved her hand away.
"Uh-uh," he said, "I'm a big boy, I can undress all by myself. Why don't you lie on the bed and look sexy for me?"
Gloria dutifully trotted over to the bed and lay down on her back. She parted her long lovely legs just a little, giving Stan a tantalizing peek at the ripe red flesh of her pussy while she pulled off her skimpy panties. Then she closed her legs, too shy to show him more. After all, she'd never done anything like this with Eddie. She really didn't know how to be sexy because Eddie had never demanded it.
Stan stood at the foot of the bed and ogled her naked body as he removed his clothes. "Open your legs, baby," he said with a grin. "Show me your pussy. ~
Gloria really didn't consider herself a shy person, but she blushed hotly at his words: Still she had to please him to get what she wanted, so she slowly spread her legs wide, drawing them back at the knees, lewdly exposing every bit of her moist red gash with its delicate fringe of auburn curls. Stan's grin broadened.
"Nice," he said, "real nice. You got a fantastic body, Gloria. I'm sure glad you picked me to make your little bargain with."
"I figured you could do the job best," Gloria said pointedly.
"Well, you're right-in more ways than one," Stan laughed.
He pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad tan chest, which was thickly matted with white hairs. Gloria felt a sizzling spurt of juice from her aroused cunt. She could hardly wait to get it on with this man. Howard Ross hadn't been much of a turn-on, but Stan Wells was one of the sexiest dudes she'd ever seen.
Stan slipped out of his t6nnis shorts and stood in just his jockey shorts, crotch bulging lewdly. He kept his eyes hotly glued to Gloria' s gleaming red slit as he slowly lowered his last garment. Gloria watched in lusty fascination as his cock popped into view. She saw six inches of thick swollen pale meat, and her starved little twat gushed another flood of steamy cream.
Stan's prick hugged his belly stiffly, the shaft milky-white and laced with little blue veins, the head hugely swollen and purple. The small slit mouth of his cock-head was leaking bright little bubbles of juice. Below the thick white hairs of his bush, his rosy balls were hanging round and taut and full. Gloria quivered with lusty impatience.
"Now we'll have a little fun," Stan said.
He climbed onto the bed beside her and used one hand to paw her big swollen tits. The other hand crept softly down her body till it rested on her fluffy auburn muff. He pressed gently, and Gloria felt ripples of excitement going though her belly. She hoped he'd play with her pussy the way Howard had done.
She wasn't disappointed. Stan slid one stiff finger through the soft reddish-brown curls of her bush and touched the moist pulsating lump of her clit. Gloria gave a little squeal of excitement, which turned into a husky moan when he began rubbing her clit with his fingertip. Ripples of hot pleasure melted her famished pussy.
"Oooooooo, I like that," she squealed.
She didn't have to tell him. Her body was already letting him know how much she liked having her clit frigged. Her slim but curvy hips moved helplessly in time with his stroking finger, and her horny little cunt gushed hot sticky juice all over his hand. Her large round breasts swelled up taut and pointed.
"You really do dig this," Stan chuckled as he felt his finger drenched with her cunt-juice. "You act like nobody ever did it to you before."
"Nobody did," Gloria sighed. "My husband-I was married to him for seven years-just didn't believe in foreplay."
"Then he was probably balling a dry box," Stan said, "and that's just what he deserved."
It was all too true. Eddie used to call her frigid because her cunt was dry, but it was only because he hadn't warmed her up before fucking her. Poor Eddie. Too bad he couldn't have taken some lessons from Stan. Stan's expertly stroking finger was making her pussy soaking wet with steamy cunt-cream.
"I bet you'll dig this, too," Stan chuckled.
He slid his cream-slick finger off her hot little clit and stroked farther down in her swollen red gash, tickling into the hot folds of her pussylips, then rimming the very mouth of her small drooling box. Gloria shivered and moaned with pleasure. Not even Howard had played with her pussy so well.
"Ummmmmmm," Gloria sighed, "yesssss."
Stan grinned down at her as he stroked and explored her gash. He was clearly proud of his work, and he had every reason to be. Gloria's whole body hummed with excitement, and each little stroke and probe and tickle of his finger made her moan with pleasure. Then she felt him slowly inserting his stiff middle finger right up her cunt.
"Oh, God, YES," Gloria gasped.
Stan eased his finger gradually, teasingly, up her red-hot creaming box, slowly filling the tight clinging passage. It was like a miniature cock, and
Gloria felt dizzy with pleasure as she took-it. Her powerful cunt muscles closed around his finger and gripped it hungrily. She felt like she could come any second.
"Feel good?" Stan chuckled. "Oh, yesssss," Gloria cried.
"I bet this will feel even better," Stan laughed.
He began to jerk his finger up and down in her steamy wet twat, moving it just like a cock. Gloria moaned loudly and soaked his probing finger with hot fragrant cunt-cream. She arched her body up stiffly, seeking all the sweet friction she could get. Stan frigged her steadily till she was just on the brink of coming-then popped his finger out of her box.
"I don't want to spoil you," he laughed. "Why don't you do something for me now?"
"Of course," Gloria said eagerly. "What do you want me to do, Stan?"
He flopped onto his back and said with a wicked grin, "Play with my cock."
Gloria reddened. Needless to say, Eddie had never asked her to touch his cock or get him hard. He was always in too big a hurry to ball. She had no idea how to touch a man there, how to please him. But she wanted very much to please Stan. She'd just have to trust to her instincts.
She knelt beside him and timidly reached out to touch his prick. Stan's six-inch dick was pointing right at the ceiling, thick and stiff and oozing big steamy bubbles of cock-juice. Gloria gently curled her fingers around the fat pale stalk. She felt instant excitement. It was fun to hold that satin-skinned throbbing pole. Gently she started to pump his meat.
"Don't be bashful," Stan chuckled. "Do it harder, faster. It sure as hell won't break."
Gloria did as he asked, running her little fist swiftly up and down the silky hot shaft of his cock, adding more and more pressure. As she did so, his prick-juice started to boil out, running down from the purple knobby cock-bead to moisten her fingers. Her pumping got faster, slicker. Stan's grin broadened into a horny twisted leer.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he panted, "frig my dick. Yeah; yeah, that's real good."
Just playing with his cock, turning him on like that, made Gloria almost unbearably excited. For years she'd secretly yearned to play with Eddie's cock, but she knew he wouldn't go for it. Now at last she had a chance to touch and explore a cock to her heart's content. And with, her free hand she boldly reached out and began to tickle Stan's swollen rosy nut sacs.
"Yeah, go, honey, go," Stan panted.
Gloria was so excited that her steamy cunt-cream was overflowing her box and running down her thighs. Eddie had never gotten her so aroused. She pumped Stan's hat silky prick faster and faster, until finally he jerked her hand away and swiftly knelt behind her.
"W-What are you doing?" Gloria gasped.
"Balling you, baby," Stan chuckled.
She felt him seizing her hips from behind, poking the rock-hard swollen head of his dick into the moist little mouth of her cunt. She moaned as he went into her, both pleased and surprised. Eddie fucked in only one position, on top of her, and she'd never done it dog-style before. She wailed with pleasure as Stan's thick cock butted her womb.
"Oh, God, YES," Gloria yelped, "FUCK ME." Stan just chuckled, then began slamming his swollen meat furiously up and down in her tight soaked twat. It was a rough, almost savage fucking, but Gloria wailed with delight. She needed a thorough hard balling to make up for all those months without a. man. In less than a minute she felt herself rising to the verge of climax.
"Oooooooo, yes, yes," she whined, "make me come, Stan. Just a little more Ohhhhh, yes, OHHHHHHHH."
Gloria's ripe curvy body writhed and bucked as she came in an explosive climax, and Stan had to grip her hips hard to stay in the saddle. But he sawed away steadily, fucking her fast and hard and deep, making her orgasm doubly intense. She almost fainted with pleasure, and when her spasms had finally died down, he was still balling her, his thick stiff meat reaming the gushing juice right out of her clinging box.
"Do it to me again," Gloria whined. "Make me come again, Stan, I just love it."
"Greedy little bitch," he laughed.
But he did as she asked, and it was only four orgasms later that he finally yelped and shot his steamy come into her. Gloria collapsed, panting. She'd never been so thoroughly fucked in her life.
"You're a great piece of ass, baby," Stan said as he got dressed. "I'll see what I can do for you."
"Stan," Gloria said, "I want to be accepted in this neighborhood more than anything. If only the women would give me a chance."
"I'll be back in a few days," Stan promised. "If anybody can get you in, I will. But of course you're going to go on being nice to me, aren't you, Gloria?"