Chapter 4
When Gloria walked into the country club the next day, she knew she looked beautiful. She'd already checked herself in the mirror at home. She was wearing a clinging white jersey and white shorts, which showed, off her tan and her fantastic figure. As she'd expected, every man in the place stared at her longingly.
But with the women it was a different story. All she got from them was scowls and freezing looks. Stan Wells' wife, a tall slender blonde, strode angrily up to Gloria and looked her in the eye.
"What in hell do you think you're doing here?"
She asked.
"I'm a member," Gloria said "Want to see my card?"
She flashed her membership card, and Mrs. Wells turned red with fury. "There must be some mistake," she said. "I'm going to check on it."
"Check all you want" Gloria said. "I'll be playing tennis.
But when she went out on the courts, Gloria couldn't find anyone who'd play tennis with her. The women ignored her requests for a partner, and the men reddened and shook theft heads. Gloria had to content herself with sitting on the sidelines and watching the others play. Stan Wells was there, giving lessons, and when he happened to get close enough to Gloria, he whispered to her out of the side of his mouth.
"Like I told you, baby, give it up," he said. "I know it isn't fair, but they're just not gonna let you into the group, You ought to move to another neighborhood where you'll fit in."
Gloria just glared at him. She wasn't about to give up. Presently she went into the bar and ordered a double scotch on the rocks to calm her anger. She noticed that the popular young attorney, Jim Dale, was sitting alone at the next table. Naturally that gave her some ideas. Stan Wells hadn't been much help to her, but perhaps
Jim Dale could ease her into the social scene.
Dale was perhaps thirty; a well-built blond, man with a deep tan who always seemed to be smiling.
He told most of the jokes at parties and kept people laughing with imitations of celebrities. Above all, he seemed friendly, which gave Gloria the courage to speak to him.
"Hello," she called from her table, "I see you re alone, too."
Jim Dale grinned at her. "Yeah, my wife couldn't make it today. Had to take the kids to the dentist. You're Gloria Benson, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said, "and you're Jim Dale."
His grin broadened. "Right," he said, "and since we already seem to know each other, how about coming over to my table and having a drink?"
"I'd love to," Gloria said, casting him a devastating smile.
As they sipped their drinks and chatted, it was obvious that Jim was hotly attracted to Gloria. He couldn't keep his eyes off the firm thrust of her big breasts under the tight white jersey. He kept inching closer to her, till their knees were rubbing. Gloria felt confident when she issued her invitation.
"I don't want to make trouble for you by talking to you here, Jim," she said, "but why don't you come over to my place later tonight?"
For the first time Jim frowned. "Gloria, I just couldn't do that," he said. "My wife watches me like a hawk, and I think every woman in the neighborhood has an eye on your house. I'd love to come over, but I'd be spotted."
Gloria fumed. Not only would those bitches not even speak to her, but now they were spying on her, keeping track of who came to her house. It just wasn't fair! And, by God, she was going to get even. She was going to ball Jim Dale if it was the last thing she ever did. "Jim, I understand," she cooed. "It's really too bad we can't get to know each other better, but I guess that's out of the question. I've" got to get home now. Would you walk me to my car?"
"Sure," Jim said with a big grin.
Gloria had excellent reasons for asking him to escort her to the parking lot. It was a long way, a winding trail that led through a small woods where no one could possibly see them. When they came to the thickest part of the woods, Gloria stumbled on purpose and pretended to twist her ankle.
"OUCH," she cried.
"Hey, are you hurt?" Jim said, hurrying to help her up.
Gloria leaned heavily against him and moaned, "I think I hurt my ankle, Jim. If I could just sit down for awhile, I think I'd be all right."
"Sure," Jim said, just let me help you."
As Gloria had hoped, he led her into the woods where no one could see them from the trail. The grass was warm and soft, and they both stretched out on it. Jim moved as close to her as he could without seeming rude. Gloria could barely contain an impish grin. She had Jim Dale right where she wanted him.
"How's the ankle?" Jim said, reaching put to touch it.
"A little sore," Gloria said, "but I'll be okay m a few minutes. Thank you so much for helping me, Jim. I think you're a wonderful guy."
Jim reddened a little-then blushed scarlet as Gloria leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. He gave a snort of surprise, and she half expected him to draw away. But as she wriggled her hot little tongue into his mouth, he sighed and relaxed. Soon his tongue was tickling over hers.
Gloria began to feel that familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy. At first she'd thought only of the favors she could get out of Jim Dale, but now that she was in his arms kissing him, she realized just how urgently horny she was. Jim was a very sexy guy, too. It would be a lot of fun to ball him-IF she could get him to cooperate.
He liked kissing her well enough, but would he go any farther? Gloria snuggled closer to the young lawyer, rubbing her crotch against his. He didn't have a hard-on. She ran her hands up and down his hard muscular body, and Jim began to caress her, too. Gloria felt the first hot spurt of juice from her aroused cunt.
"Oh, wow, Gloria," Jim sighed as they broke the kiss, "you really turn me on. In fact you turn on every guy in the neighborhood."
"Never mind the others," Gloria purred. "I just want to concentrate on you, Jim. I've had my eye on you for a long time?"
"You have?" he said, obviously flattered.
And Gloria knew that flattery would get her a long way. Most of the men in the neighborhood had been married for a long time, and their wives didn't compliment them any more, She was willing to bet that the excitement had, gone out of Jim's marriage and that he was secretly dying to have an affair. She'd soon find out.
"Yes, Jim," she cooed, running her hands over his body, "the minute I saw you, I was so turned on. I've just been dying to meet you."
She took one of his hands and slipped it under her jersey. His palm came to rest on one firm cone of her bra. Jim reddened with lusty interest. He still seemed hesitant, but slowly his hand began to move, pressing and caressing her big hot tit. Gloria smiled enticingly at him.
"That feels so nice, Jim," she sighed. "Please keep touching my breasts. Only wouldn't it be nicer if I took my bra off?"
"It sure would," Jim sighed. "But shouldn't we be more careful, Gloria? Somebody might come along and see us."
"No problem," Gloria grinned. "No one can see us from the path. Go ahead, take my bra off."
Jim just couldn't resist. He pushed Gloria's jersey up over her bra and quickly unsnapped the skimpy lace garment, He pushed it up, too, and stared wide-eyed at Gloria's gorgeous boobs. Even when she lay on her back, her firm ripe jugs stood up firm and thrusting, the dainty pink nipples going stiff and pointed from contact with the cool air.
"Oh, Christ," Jim moaned, "you've got the most beautiful tits I ever saw. And I-well, I have a thing about boobs."
"Then go for it, silly," Gloria giggled.
Jim grinned, then suddenly dipped his head down over her pale swollen jugs. Gloria gasped with pleasure as she felt her left nipple being sucked into the fierce heat and wetness of his mouth. He sucked on her little pink nipple loudly, wetly, as if he were starved for its taste.
"Ummmmmmm, Jim, that feels so NICE," Gloria sighed.
She wasn't kidding. She loved the sweet sensation of having her fits sucked. Her big thrusting breasts were so sensitive that each caress of his lips sent streaks of hot pleasure right down to her pussy. Her hungry little Nat began to leak a steady stream of sticky warm juice.
Jim sucked in not only her nipple but part of her tit, too. He sucked loudly and hungrily on the big mouthful of boob, while Gloria lay back limp in the warm grass, happy and excited. The favors Jim might do her were in the back of her mind now. She was far more interested in getting it on with him.
He finally released her stiff spit-soaked nipple and dived for the other one, sucking it far into his mouth and working on it with a lewd wet slurping noise. Again Gloria felt the jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her swollen wet pussy, and she moaned blissfully. Soon the crotch of her panties was wet and steamy with her gushing cunt-cream.
"Ohhhhh, Jim, yessss," she sighed, "I love that. I love you to suck my tits."
Vaguely Gloria realized that some heavy changes had come over her since her divorce. She'd become wild, wanton, and aggressive in bed, not at all the way she'd been with her husband Eddie. With Eddie she'd been meek, silent and unmoving because he wanted it that way. Now she was acting like a whore. Was this her real nature coming out? Or had she simply been starved for sex too long?
Whatever the reason, she wasn't content just to lie still. She wanted to take the initiative. Presently she pushed Jim away from her spit-soaked nipple and playfully rolled him onto his back. She tugged off his sweatshirt and uncovered his broad tan chest. Then she reached for his tennis shorts. He seemed blushing but willing.
Gloria quickly got his pants off, leaving him in just his jockey shoris. Still no sign of a hard-on-the crotch of his shorts was flat. Gloria seized the waistband and tugged the garment down. Sure enough, Jim's cock was just a pale little wrinkle of flesh; his rosy balls empty and flaccid beneath his golden bush.
Jim glanced ruefully down at his limp dick and said, "I guess I'm a little nervous."
"I'll take care of that," Gloria purred.
Quickly she drew off her own clothing, first her rumpled jersey and bra, then her tight white tennis shorts. She started to shuck her white lace panties, and she thought Jim's eyes would pop out of his head. They got wider and wider as she drew her panties don and revealed the lovely auburn triangle of her muff.
"Oh, wow," Jim sighed, "you've got a fantastic body, Gloria."
"You're not so bad yourself," Gloria said with an unabashed leer.
When they were both naked, Gloria cuddled up to him again, rubbing her fluffy little fur-patch against his limp prick, rubbing her stiff pink nipples against his smooth tan chest. Jim panted and trembled and pawed her gorgeous sleek body, but still he didn't get a cock-stand. Gloria guessed that he was too anxious about the illicit scene.
"I-I've never done this before," Jim confessed. "I mean, I've never stepped out on my wife."
"Well, you haven't done anything wrong yet," Gloria said soothingly. We're just touching each other, for heaven's sake. There's nothing bad about that."
"Right," Jim said, sounding a little more relaxed, "nothing wrong with that at all. And, boy, do I love touching you,"
He ran his hands all up and down her silky-smooth body, over her back and tits and belly and the soft warm curls of her muff. It was pleasant, but Gloria was getting impatient. Her ever-hungry pussy was boiling with need, and she wanted a stiff cock urgently. She started to think of ways to get Jim hard, and then she remembered her last session with Stan Wells and the new trick she'd learned.
"Jim," she panted, "lie on your back and I'll do something nice for you."
Again he reddened, but it didn't take him long to obey. He rolled onto his back in the soft grass, his pale cock lying limp and empty on his thigh. Gloria knelt beside him and dipped her face into his crotch. As her lips touched his warm soft meat, she felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth. She'd learned with Stan Wells how much fun it was to suck, cock,
"You just relax, Jim," she said softly, "and I'll get you hard."
"Oh, wow, Gloria, I don't know if you should do that," Jim said worriedly. "I mean we've gone too far already, and-AHHHHHUH."
Jim forgot his words of caution as he felt Gloria sucking his limp meat into the fierce heat and wetness of her mouth. It was easy for her to take in the whole wrinkled little sausage, drawing it into her juicy hot mouth till his flopping red nut sacs brushed her chin. She started to suck fast and hard on his flaccid dick, and Jim gasped bud moaned.
"Oh, Jesus," he panted, "that feels fantastic. Nobody ever did that to me before. Christ, yes, Gloria, suck my cock. YES."
Gloria would have grinned if her lips hadn't already been stretched by his meat. At last she'd gotten his mind off his anxieties. All he could think of now was his cock in her mouth, the delicious heat and wetness of her saliva boiling around his dick, and the way she sucked his limp meat out like elastic, then let it snap back.
Gloria really got into sucking his limp cock, too. It didn't butt her throat or stretch her lips painfully like Stan's big cock-stand. It was fun to suck his soft tasty meat, and she made a lewd wet slurping noise as she worked on him. She knew how much it would excite him to think she was starved for his prick.
"Oh, man, that's fantastic," Jim moaned. "Keep sucking me, honey. I'm gonna get hard real quick this way."
Gloria certainly hoped so. Her hungry little twat ached for a good hard stuffing, and her cunt juice trickled steadily down her inner thighs. She wanted to get laid so badly, she could have screamed. True, she'd made love with Stan just last night, but lately her sex drive seemed to get stronger and stronger. She felt like she needed to fuck every single night.
So she worked hard and fast on Jim's tasty little limp cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue, drawing in her cheeks to make a tight hot nest for his meat. Still he didn't seem to be getting hard, so she reached out and cupped his flaccid red balls, fisting them and giving them a gentle but steady massage.
"Oh, Christ, yes," Jim sighed, "play with my balls, too. That feels great, baby."
Obviously Jim was hotly excited, so why didn't he get a cock-stand? Gloria was doing everything she possibly could to make him hard. Or was he? She recalled another wicked bit exciting thing Stan had done to her. Maybe it would work on Jim.
Still sucking loudly and swiftly on his cock, still pumping his slack rosy balls, Gloria eased her free hand into his crotch and felt around till she was touching the small tight wrinkled mouth of his asshole. She began to rim the little hole, and Jim panted and moaned with excitement.
"Yeah, yeah," he whined, "stick your finger up my ass."
Gloria was surprised to hear that from the normally modest and discreet young lawyer, but she quickly did as he asked, popping the tip of her little finger into the tight humid mouth of his bumhole.. Slowly she eased her stiff little finger up the searing clinging passage till she was lodged to the last knuckle in his fiery-hot asshole.
"Oh, my GOD," Jim moaned.
She could tell how wildly it excited him to be speared on her stiff finger, so she began to frig him with it, jerking her finger up and down in his gripping slick brownie. Jim moaned hoarsely, steadily, as she finger-fucked him, and finally it began to happen-she felt his soft little prick starting to grow on her tongue.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, honey," Jim whined. "Just keep doing all that good stuff. I'm getting hard now."
Gloria didn't need to be told. She was still sucking his cock, massaging his balls, and jerking her stiff little finger rapidly up and down in his steamy little bumhole. As she worked she could feel his cock lurching, then stiffening. It blossomed into six thick inches of stiff cock-meat, stretching her jaws almost painfully and poking right into her throat.
"That did it," Jim sighed.
Gloria drew back and let his stiff-standing cock pop from her mouth. It stood straight up from his belly, gleaming with her saliva and oozing its own hot sticky juice. It wasn't quite as long and thick as Stan's cock, but it was plenty big enough for her needs. She wanted to jump right on it-but first she had some business to take care of.
Jim was reaching for her, trying to draw her down on the grass beside him. "Gloria, I've got to have you," he whined. "My cock's so stiff, it's killing me. Come on, baby, let's ball, PLEASE."
"I'd love to fuck you, Jim," Gloria said coolly, "but you have to do me a favor in return."
"Anything," Jim panted, "you name it."
"Invite me to your next cocktail party," Gloria said.
"But I couldn't do that!" Jim moaned. "My wife wouldn't stand for it."
"Too bad," Gloria said, reaching for her clothes. "I guess you'll just have to jack off, then."
"Oh, God," Jim moaned. "All right, all right,
Gloria, you win. I'll think of some excuse to get you into the party. Now for God's sake let's fuck."
Grinning broadly, Gloria 'chopped her clothes and leaped over to straddle Jim's belly. She brought her soaked little cunt down around the stiff pole of his cock, pushing till his hard purple prick-head touched her womb. Jim's eyes rolled back in his head, and almost instantly he began fucking her in hard deep urgent strokes.
"Ooooooo," Gloria squealed, "yes, YES. Fuck me, Jim. Oh, God, that feels good."
"It sure as hell does," Jim sighed. "Christ, your box is so friggin' hot and tight. Qhhhhh, man."
They didn't talk after that, just humped furiously, Gloria's big heavy fits bouncing crazily as she sat on him, Jim pumping away steadily, his thick cock-meat stuffing and reaming her boiling hot little twat. Gloria forgot everything but the fantastic pleasure of being balled. She needed a long hard fucking-and she got it.
"Ohhhhhh, Jim, you're making me COME," she yelped.
Her urgently gripping cunt muscles squeezed his cock hard as she came, and Jim watched in horny fascination as Gloria writhed and bucked and wailed over him, her steamy twat-juice pouring out to wet his balls and belly. He almost came himself, but managed to hold out awhile longer, bringing Gloria off again and again.
"Oh, God, it's to GOOD," Gloria babbled. "Keep doing it to me, Jim, keep fucking me."
"I'll try," Jim moaned, "but it isn't gonna be long now. Christ, you're HOT."
Jim gritted his teeth and pumped away, red-faced with lust and effort, but they'd been balling steadily for over five minutes and he just couldn't hoist out any longer. He gave a hoarse yelp and began to shoot his load, filling and overflowing Gloria's red-hot nipping box. The steamy bath brought her off one last time.
"OHHHHHHH," Gloria wailed.
Then they rolled apart and rather sheepishly put on their clothes. They'd been recklessly loud, and it was a miracle no one 'had heard them. Jim looked around nervously as if he expected his wife to rush out of the bushes and shoot both of them.
"I better get going," he said, heading for the trail. "I know you'll understand if I don't walk all the way to the parking lot with you, Gloria."
"I understand, Jim," she purred. "See you at the party."