Chapter 3
Gloria waited for more than a week, but Stan Wells didn't return. She had to admit that she'd been cheated, that he'd used her body but given her nothing in exchange. But she didn't intend to put up with that. Angrily Gloria drove to the nearby country club where Stan worked as a tennis pro.
The moment she saw the country club, Gloria wanted to belong to it. The same snobbish little group was there, all her neighbors, and they were playing tennis, sunning themselves, swimming, or enjoying cocktails in the plush dimly-lit bar. It was just the kind of glamorous and leisurely life Gloria had always wanted.
She found Stan giving a lesson out on the courts. It didn't take much to attract his attention. The moment he saw Gloria, he hurried over to her, a worried look 0Th his face. Gloria's heart was pounding, but she managed to appear calm and determined.
"Gloria," Stan said in a low voice, "I'm so sorry I didn't get in touch with you, but I've been really busy."
"It's been over a week, Stan," Gloria said coldly. "You owe me a favor, remember?"
"Sure, sure," Stan said, shifting uneasily, "I'll get to it as soon as I can. Now I wish you'd split before somebody sees us together. My wife would have a fit if she knew I'd been talking with you."
"Just a moment," Gloria said grimly. 'There's one more thing, Stan-my price has gone up.
Stan looked alarmed. "What do you mean?" he said.
"If you don't want anyone to know about us, especially your wife," Gloria said, "then get me into the country club."
"Oh, honey, don't be ridiculous," Stan moaned "I could do that, sure, but they'd all treat you like shit. You know damned well how it would be. What would be the point?"
"I don't care if they talk to me or not," Gloria insisted. "Just get me in. I'll give you till tonight, and if you don't come through, I'll call your wife."
She turned and marched off before Stan could say a word. As she hurried past the tennis players and sunbathers, she heard one woman say, "Who let HER in here? Gloria simply didn't care. She was going to be a member of the country club whether they liked it or not. By hook or by crook she was going to be part of the group.
Mound nine o'clock that evening Stan Wells showed up at her house. He didn't look particularly pleased to see her, though his eyes swept hungrily up and down her lovely figure when she greeted him in a low-cut lounging dress. Gloria ushered him into the living room and made him a drink.
"Well?" she said. "Did you do what I wanted?"
"Yeah, for all the good it's going to do you," Stan said.
He tossed a small card on the coffee table. Gloria snatched it up. It was an official membership card for the country club, in her name. She gave a squeal of delight. "Oh, Stan," she cried, "this is just what I wanted."
Stan gave a deep sigh. "Gloria, why don't you give it up?" he said. "You know you'll never be accepted in this neighborhood. The wives all hate your guts. Nobody at the club will talk to you. No matter what you do, you'll never be part of our scene.
"Oh, yes, I will," Gloria said determinedly. "And this card will get me started. You just watch, Stan. I'll make them accept me."
He shrugged. "'Whatever you say. But let's get down to business."
"Business?" Gloria said.
"I got you into the club, didn't I?" Stan said. "Now you owe me something. let's go in the bedroom.
"But I, uh, paid you last week," Gloria said.
"That's not enough, baby;" Stan replied. "Last week you just wanted to get invited to a few parties. Now you want into the country club. It took a lot of doing to get you that card. I think you better pay off. I can always have your membership canceled, you know."
Gloria got the message. Grimly she got up and led the way to the bedroom. She really hadn't expected to go toted with Stan that night, and she wasn't prepared. She could think only of the country club and the entrance she was going to make the next day. But clearly there was no way to get out of fucking Stan.
"Undress nice and slow for me, okay?" he said, lounging on the king-size bed.
"Whatever you say, Stan," Gloria muttered. "I don't believe I have a choice.
"That's right, honey, you don't," Stan
"not if you want that membership card." chuckled, Gloria kicked off her high-keeled shoes and very slowly drew down the long zipper at the front of her gown. Stan watched her with bright lusty eyes. It wouldn't be so bad balling him, of course. God knows she was horny enough. But she didn't like the way he pressured her and ordered her around. After tonight she'd be perfectly happy if she never had to see him again.
When she got the long zipper open, Gloria let her gown slip off her shoulders and float to the floor. She stepped out of the discarded dress wearing only a skimpy pair of blue lace bikini panties and bra. Stan licked his lips as he ogled her magnificent body.
"You know, you ought to get married," he said. "Then the group would accept you. I sure as hell wouldn't mind having you around."
"You mean I should get married so I can cheat on my husband with you?" Gloria said sarcastically.
"Oh, shit, why not?" Stan replied. "Everybody does it."
Nobody in Gloria's crowd had ever done it. She and Eddie had been faithful to each other for seven years. But now she was moving into a new crowd where, apparently, adultery was taken for granted, where playing around was no big deal. Gloria hoped she could handle the action.
She reached around and unhooked her bra. The flimsy garment snapped away from her and flew to the floor, while her large round breasts tumbled out of their tight confinement. Stan's eyes widened as he studied the milky-white globes and little light-pink nipples. Again he licked his lips.
"Now the panties," he said, his voice slightly husky with lust.
Reddening a little, Gloria hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her blue bikini panties and very slowly drew the little garment down. She didn't like the brazen way Stan ogled her, as if she were some rare animal on display at a zoo. But she had to carry out her bargain with him. She tugged the panties down over the lovely little rounds of her ass.
"Hurry," Stan said hoarsely. "I want to see your pussy.
Gloria's blush deepened. She wasn't used to the frank language used by Stan and his crowd. Reluctantly she slipped her panties down over the soft auburn curls of her bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them completely naked.
"Now come here," Stan said.
Gloria walked over to the bed, her big heavy tits swaying. Stan's hungry eyes darted back and forth between the swollen globes of her boobs and the reddish-brown curls of her little triangular fur-patch. Something about his horny stare made her unable to stop blushing.
"Undress me," he said He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there waiting for her to obey his command. "I thought you didn't like having a woman undress you," Gloria said somewhat coldly.
"That was last time," Stan said. "I was feeling you out then. Now I know you're a fantastic lay, baby, and we can do a lot of different stuff together. Go ahead, get my clothes off."
Gloria dropped to her knees in front of him, suppressing an angry remark. He was treating her like a plaything, and she didn't care for it. She quickly removed his shoes and socks, then stood to pull off his sweatshirt. She couldn't help admiring his broad tan chest with its thick mat of white hair. She didn't much like the man, but he was damned attractive.
Her hands trembled a little as she reached for his fly. She'd never undressed Eddie in all the years of their marriage. Eddie would have considered it kinky. Gloria seized the zipper of Stan's pants and quickly tugged it open. Stan obligingly lifted his ass to help her as she pulled his pants off. Then only his jockey shorts were left.
"Come on, come on," Stan said impatiently. "Quit stalling, Gloria. I gotta get home to my wife."
"Wow, Stan," Gloria sighed, "you really know how to make a girl feel wanted."
"Well, what do you expect?" Stan snapped. "It was your idea to fuck your way into society, Gloria. Don't blame me for the consequences."
Gloria shut up. He was perfectly right, she'd brought this whole scene on herself. She'd made it clear that he could use her body in any way he wanted to, just as long as he helped her get into the neighborhood clique. Gloria seized the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment off.
Stan's six-inch cock was just as thick and stiff and swollen as last time. It stuck out lewdly from its nest of white hairs, and below hung his rosy-red balls, so full and swollen that they seemed to crowd the space between his thighs. For the first time that evening Gloria felt a little twinge of lust. These last six months had been damned lonely, after all.
"Okay, on the bed," Stan ordered.
Gloria lay down on her back, feeling her pussy begins to glow and moisten. Just the sight of his rigid thick prick had taken her thoughts away from the country club. There was no getting away from it-she was a normal healthy young woman, and she needed sex. She needed plenty of sex, as a matter of fact. She still felt resentful towards Stan, but she knew she'd welcome his cock.
Stan set his hand on the soft springy curls of her bush and pressed gently but firmly. Gloria felt an instant burst of hot lust, and her starved little cunt gushed a big flood of hot sticky juice. Then Stan parted the auburn-furred lips of her muff and exposed the bright red dot of her out. He placed a fingertip on the moist little button and began to rub.
"Ooooooo," Gloria squealed.
"You really dig me to touch you there, don't you?" Stan chuckled. "Your husband never did that to you?"
"No," Gloria confessed.
"Never touched your pussy at all?" Stan asked.
"Never," Gloria said sadly.
"Then prepare yourself for a treat, baby," Stan said with a wicked chuckle.
Gloria wished she could show more dignity and self-control, but she simply couldn't resist the searing pleasure that melted her belly when Stan rubbed her clit. It was all brand-new to her, because Eddie hadn't believed in that kind of sex-play. She wasn't prepared to resist the delicious sensation of having her clit frigged, and she moaned and writhed and creamed helplessly as Stan played with her.
"Ohhhhhh, it's so GOOD," Gloria gasped.
"It's gonna get even better," Stan said with a leer.
He took her tiny moist red clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead the little bud briskly. Gloria almost rose off the bed; the pleasure was so sudden and so devastating. Her cunt-cream gushed out to soak Stan's busy hand, and she lets her legs fall open lewdly wide, giving him room to work.
"Oh, God, I love tat," she moaned.
Stan gripped her tiny hot love-bud tighter and kneaded it faster and faster. Gloria had never felt such breathtaking pleasure in her life. Her whole beautiful body flushed pink with arousal, and her big green eyes rolled wildly. She moaned, writhed, and licked her lips, completely out of control.
"Yes, yes, play with meeeee," she whined.
Stan chuckled softly as he watched her, obviously proud of his power over her. All he had to do was knead one tiny lump of flesh, and he could drive her crazy with need. Gloria lay there with her long legs completely open and bent back at the knees, exposing the rich red flesh of her gash. She couldn't hide anything from him.
"Up, up, and away," Stan laughed.
He gave her red-hot joy-button a sudden squeeze, and Gloria felt her whole body exploding in a violent orgasm. She didn't know how he'd done it, didn't we. All that, mattered was the body-wracking pleasure that shook her for long delicious moments. Her convulsing cunt spewed steamy thick cream all over his hand.
"AHHHHHHH," Gloria? wailed.
When she finally came down from her orgasm high, she felt a little ashamed of herself. She'd never behaved so wantonly with Eddie; but Stan didn't seem to see anything unusual about her behavior. He just gave her soaked little clit a final squeeze, then trailed his fingers lower in her fiery-hot pussy.
"I bet you'll really get off on this," he said with a knowing grin.
Gloria didn't know what he had in mind, but she was sure she would get off on it. Stan was an expert when he used his fingers in her pussy. Even his most delicate touch sent hot waves of pleasure through her belly. She kept her lets wide open as he tickled through the hot steamy folds of her plump red pussylips.
Then for a moment she was almost sure he was fucking her. She felt something long and hard and thick easing slowly up her soaked little cunt. Yet Stan was sitting beside her, his rigid cock hugging his belly. Glancing down in surprise, Gloria saw that he was pushing three fingers up her box. It was uncanny how much it felt like a real cock.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, "yes, yes. Ooooooo, yes, that feels marvelous."
"I thought you'd like it," Stan chuckled.
"Like" wasn't quite the word for it. She LOVED it. Maybe it was wicked and kinky to get off on a man's fingers sliding up her twat, but Gloria couldn't control her horny writhing and moaning as Stan very slowly and tantalizingly eased three stiff fingers toward her womb. Finally she was completely stuffed with his thick rigid fingers.
"Here we go," he laughed.
He began finger-fucking her, jerking his fingers stiffly up and down in her snug juicy cunt. Gloria wailed with pleasure and arched her body up to get all the delicious friction she could. Stan's fingers plunged faster and faster in her gripping little box, bringing her swiftly to the brink of orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," Gloria squealed, "keep doing it to me. Just a little more. Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHH."
She was coming again, just as violently and deliciously as the first time. Stan watched with a lusty leer as she writhed around his jerking fingers. Her powerful cunt muscles gripped and squeezed his fingers and soaked them with hot sizzling cream. He kept grinning and frigging her till her last spasms had died away.
"You sure needed that," Stan said with a leer. "Must have been quite awhile since you had a man.
"That's none of your business," Gloria snapped.
Stan just laughed. "You don't have to say it, baby," he chuckled. "I can tell. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. Let's see how you like THIS."
He popped his Juice-soaked fingers out of her flooded little box and tickled even lower in her swollen red pussy. Gloria felt his fingertip swiftly rimming the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole, and she blushed scarlet. It was wicked of him to touch her there, and yet terribly exciting, too. She didn't quite know how to react.
"Stan," she whined, "you shouldn't do that. Not THERE."
"Why not?" he laughed. "Feels as good as any other place, doesn't it? A lot of chicks really get off on this. I bet you wi11, too.
Gloria was, about to tell him that NO WAY would she want her brownie played with-when suddenly he popped his little finger right up her asshole, pushing in clear to the last knuckle.
"Eeeeeee," Gloria screeched.
She expected pain, but all she felt was dizzying pleasure. With his little finger deep and rigid in her tight hot asshole, Stan began to frig her, jerking his finger up and down like a tiny cock. Gloria completely lost control of herself, writhing and squealing, pumping her hips in time to his strokes. She knew it was wicked to enjoy a finger up her ass, but, dammit, it felt terrific.
"You like it, don't you?" Stan leered.
"Yessssss," Gloria whined.
Just a few moments of pumping, and she was coming again, just as explosively as before. She'd had no idea that her bumhole could give her such an incredible pleasure, but there did no doubt it when the breath-taking orgasm shook her body. Stan kept pumping his finger rapidly in her tiny hot brownie till she finished coming.
"Get enough?" he said with a grin.
"My God, yes," Gloria sighed. "But we can still ball, Stan. We have to take care of you, too."
"Uh-uh," Stan chuckled, "we're not gonna ball tonight, baby. I got something else in mind. See, you owe me a pretty big favor for getting you into the club, and I intend to collect right now."
"W-What do you want me to do, Stan?" Gloria asked nervously.
"Blow me," he said.
"Do WHAT?" Gloria gasped.
Of course she knew what he meant. She read about it and heard about it-but she'd never done it. Eddie wouldn't have dreamed of asking her to take his cock in her mouth. But now she knew she had to do it, whether she liked it or not. She stared wide-eyed at Stan's thick stiff dick.
"Come on, come on," Stan said impatiently,
"get with it, Gloria. My wife will be wondering where I am."
Dizzily Gloria knelt beside him and bent low over his pale stiff-standing cock. She didn't have the foggiest idea of how to give head, so she just plunged in, opening her mouth and taking in his cock as deep as she could. The fat purple head of his prick butted her throat and made her gag a little, but she managed to get it all in her mouth, sucking it in till his white-furred nut sacs rubbed her chin.
"Good," Stan panted. "Now start sucking, baby, and get me off. Suck me good and hard."
Gloria was glad for the instructions, since she didn't have any idea how to proceed. She just did as Stan said, sucking hard and fast on his swollen cock-meat, her lips widely stretched, her tongue weighted down with his heavy hard dick. Stan moaned hoarsely and flopped back on the bed with a horny leer. He watched, grinning, as Gloria's thick auburn hair flew over his lap.
Gloria was surprised and pleased to discover that she enjoyed cock sucking. She liked working her lips and jaws around the slick hot cock, and she liked the light salty taste of his dribbling prick-juice. Most of all she liked driving Stan wild with pleasure. When he played with her pussy, he had the power, but now she was in control. With her hard-sucking mouth, she made him moan and yelp and jerk his hips helplessly.
"That's it, baby," Stan gasped, "suck that meat.
Yeah, suck it HARD. Bring me off. Ohhhhhhhh, man."
His cock-juice dribbled faster and heavier onto her tongue, and Gloria responded by sucking even harder on his thick tasty meat. For a brief moment she wished she could have done this to Eddie if only he could have overcome his modesty, he would have loved it. Then she forgot her ex-husband, forgot everything except the delicious taste of Stan's jerking prick.
"Awwwwww, Christ," Stan moaned, "you really know how to give head, baby. That feels terrific. Just a little more, and I'm gonna come."
Gloria was glad he couldn't tell that she'd never gone down on a man before. She just kept up the swift furious sucking he seemed to like so much, and Stan began to moan steadily, hoarsely. His eyes rolled up in his head, and then he was fucking her mouth, jabbing his cock savagely back and forth over her tongue. Suddenly she felt her mouth flooded with sizzling salty come.
"AWWWWWWWW," Stan bellowed.
Gloria managed to keep his jerking dick in her mouth till he'd shot his whole load. Then his limp wet prick slipped out, and she quickly swallowed her huge mouthful of tasty jism. She'd hardly finished before Stan was off the bed and hurrying to get dressed.
"That was great, baby," he said. "I hope we'll get together sometime again, but for right now we better cool it. I wouldn't want anybody to get suspicious."
That was fine with Gloria. She didn't need Stan any more. He'd gotten her into the country club, and tomorrow she'd make her grand entrance. The neighborhood was going to have to accept her, because she wasn't about to give up.