Chapter 5
Two weeks passed but Gloria finally received the promised invitation. Jim Dale and his wife Helen were giving a cocktail party, and Helen herself called Gloria about it. Her invitation was hardly cordial, however.
"Jim tells me that you steered a few clients his way and that he owes you," Helen said coldly over the phone. "That's the only reason I'm inviting you, and you certainly won't get another invitation from me."
"You're all heart, Mrs. Dale," Gloria purred.
She didn't give a damn what Helen Dale thought of her. All that mattered was to be at that party and mingle with the smart young set of people in her neighborhood. Gloria was convinced that sooner or later she'd wear them down and they'd accept her into the group. All she had to do was be persistent and patient.
For the party Gloria chose a relatively demure floor-length dress of gold. It was sleeveless and clit rather low in front so as to show off her large thrusting breasts, but it was by no means outrageous. She brushed her thick auburn hair up on top of her head. She was satisfied that she looked just as presentable as any other woman in the crowd.
Jim Dale greeted her at the door of his rambling Spanish-style house, and he got her a drink, but from that moment on. Gloria was on her own. It was the same old story. The women gave her only scowls and silence, and the men were afraid to approach her, even though they cast her very interested looks. Gloria's heart sank.
What in God's name was she going to have to do to break into this snobbish little world? She'd been friendly and patient, and she was sure that none of the women and few of the men knew that she'd slept with Howard, Stan and Jim. Maybe Stan Wells wife was right-she'd have to get married to gain entrance into the group. But every man there was already married. It just wasn't fair.
"Having a lousy time, I assume?" The voice came suddenly from behind Gloria, and she whirled around to see Stan Wells grinning at her.
"I'm surprised you have the nerve to speak to me," Gloria said coldly. "Aren't you afraid your wife will get mad?"
"She's in the john," Stan said, "otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you. I just wanted to say that I might drop over some evening. I sure as hell wouldn't mind getting it on with you again, baby."
"Then you can wait till I invite you," Gloria snapped. "As I recall, you haven't done much for me, Stan. I'm looking for someone who can really help
"Like Jim Dale?" he said with a wicked leer.
"That's none of your business," Gloria said.
come on, baby," Stan laughed. "You wouldn't have been invited to this party unless you were balling Dale. So come off your high horse. Tell me when I can drop over and see you."
"Here comes your wife," Gloria said.
Stan jumped as if he'd been goosed. He whirled to see his wife coming out of the bathroom, and he hurried over to her with a sheepish look on his face. Good riddance, as far as Gloria was concerned. He'd used her body, but he hadn't been any help at all in getting her into the group.
Her big hope now was Jim Dale, but he avoided her all evening, hovering around his wife and the other women. Gloria stood in a corner by herself, totally ignored. To pass the time she kept taking drink after drink from the waiter who was circulating with a fray of martinis, and towards midnight she was drunk.
The more she drank, the more her inhibitions melted and the more angry she got at all those snobbish people. She began to plot revenge, and soon she had a deliciously wicked idea. What if she were to seduce Jim Dale right in his own house, at his very own party? All she had to do was catch him alone. And before long she had her opportunity.
Jim disappeared down the hail on some errand, and Gloria marched right after him. Fortunately no one noticed her, since they were all snubbing her anyhow. It would be assumed that she'd given up and gone home. She found Jim giving orders in the kitchen, and when he came out, she approached him.
"Oh, Gloria," he said apologetically, "I know you've been having a miserable time, and I'm sorry. But I really didn't expect anything else."
"Oh, Jim," Gloria said, faking a big sob and falling into his arms, "I'm so unhappy. What have I done? Why won't anyone talk to me?"
"Hey, take it easy," Jim said, patting her back. "I better take you upstairs and let you calm down."
That was exactly what Gloria had in mind. She allowed Jim to lead her upstairs to a spare bedroom. She lay down on the bed, still pretending to cry, and Jim sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand. He looked genuinely upset. Unlike Stan Wells, he did have a conscience.
"I'm terribly sorry, honey," he said. "I know they're all treating you like shit. But I just don't know what to do about it."
"Just do what you're doing, Jim," Gloria said, snuggling closer to him. "Make me feel better. I've missed you so much, Jim. It's keen all I could do this evening to keep my hands off you."
She tilted her head up, and Jim kissed her. He was both flattered and turned on by her words-just, as she'd hoped. Gloria slipped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss hard and hungrily, slipping her hot little tongue into his mouth. She felt him give a big horny shiver. She knew it wouldn't take much to seduce this man.
"Let me close the door," Jim said hoarsely.
Gloria grinned wickedly while his back was turned. It was going to be very sweet revenge to fuck him with his snooty wife only a few rooms away. And besides that, Gloria was feeling more than a little lusty. All, those martinis had blotted out her inhibitions, and she frankly wanted a good long fuck.
"Oh, Jim," she cooed, "you're so good to me,"
"It's the least I can do;" he said as he slipped onto the bed and took her in his arms, "That damned bitch."
"Who, darling?" Gloria said, running her hands all over his hard muscular body.
"Helen, my wife," Jim grumbled. "She promised me she'd make you feel welcome, and she hasn't said a word to you all night."
Gloria wriggled her tongue into his ear, then said, "Well, then, maybe we should play a little trick on her."
Jim grinned and said, "If you're thinking what I'm thinking, honey, then I agree one hundred per cent."
After that he didn't waste any time. He was obviously turned on by the idea of balling another woman while his wife was in the house, especially right in the middle of a cocktail party. He found the long zipper at the back of Gloria's dress and tugged it fully open. Gloria cooperated by wriggling quickly out of the long gown, and then she was wearing just skimpy white lace panties and bra.
"Take off your clothes, too, Jim," she said. "You don't want to get them wrinkled."
"No, I sure as hell don't," Jim said with a grin. Gloria watched him as he quickly shucked his clothes, admiring his tan muscular body and getting lustier by the second. Thanks to all that alcohol, she didn't even think about the outrageousness of the situation. She thought about getting her greedy little box stuffed with his nice thick hard cock. Nothing else mattered for her at that moment.
This time she didn't have to worry about getting him up, either. Jim must have had quite a bit to drink himself, because he wasn't nervous or hesitant like last time. His pale blue-veined cock was swollen and stiff, the head purple and oozing big bright droplets of prick-juice. Gloria's eager little cunt creamed heavily at the very sight of his thick stiff dick.
"Oh, hurry, Jim," she sighed. "I want you so much."
"The feeling is mutual, baby," Jim said huskily.
He grabbed for her bra and soon had the delicate lacy garment unhooked. Carelessly he tossed it onto the floor and ogled Gloria's big ripe quivering tits. Briefly he fondled the heavy pale globes, running his thumbs back and forth over her pretty pink nipples to make them stiff but tonight he didn't have much patience for foreplay. Soon he was tugging down her panties.
For once Gloria didn't care about the preliminaries, either. All her frustration and anger over the group's snobbish treatment had somehow made her wildly lusty. She raised her pert little ass as. Jim tugged at her panties, and he slipped the lacy little garment off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes widened lustily as he studied the sweet little reddish-brown triangle of her muff.
"Christ, I can hardly wait to get into you," he sighed.
"Then do it, darling, do it," Gloria said with an impish grin.
Lying on her back, she wantonly spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them back at the knees, showing Jim every inch of her moist scarlet pussy with its dainty fringe of auburn curls. Hungrily he eyed the bright red lump of her clit, the little shadowed mouth of her cunt, and the dainty wrinkle of her brownie.
Then he was moaning and climbing onto her, clumsily jabbing the big hard head of his cock against the tender red flesh of her slit. He was too eager to take proper aim, so Gloria reached down, grabbed his hard throbbing dick, and jammed the fat drooling prick-head into the snug moist mouth of her cunt.
"Fuck me, Jim, fuck me," she panted.
"Oh, Christ, will I ever," he sighed.
Slowly he pushed his thick hard meat into her, and Gloria squealed with pleasure as she felt the throbbing cock stuffing her eager little twat. She arched her body to take him in, pushing and sighing till his big knobby cock-head butted her Womb. She creamed heavily around his meat and dug her nails into his bare shoulders.
"Ooooooo, it feels so GOOD," Gloria whined.
"I'll go along with that," Jim moaned. "You're the best damned lay I ever had, baby."
He began to ball her in hard deep lunges, and Gloria wailed blissfully. It was just the kind of near-savage fucking she needed right now, a prolonged brutal balling that made her forget all her anger and frustration. She forgot everything but the blinding pleasure of having her horny little cunt stuffed again and again with his thick hard meat.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I love it, I love it," Gloria whined. "Fuck me hard, Jim, HARD."
In her hot excitement she threw her legs up around his waist and locked them there, taking his pounding cock as deep as possible into her boiling little twat. Gloria and Jim cl6sed their eyes and humped away furiously, oblivious to everything around them. Theft moans and sighs and yelps drowned out every other sound in the house.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come," Gloria squealed after a few minutes of frantic balling. "Yes, yes, darling, just a little more. AHHHHHH, YES."
"MMMMe, too," Jim gasped. "AWWWWWWW."
Gloria gasped.
As the body-wracking climax shook her, Gloria felt Jim fucking her harder than ever-and then the delicious sizzling bath of his come flooding and overflowing her nipping cunt. They writhed together a few more moments, moaning and sighing, till his cock finally went limp and slipped out of her drenched little box.
"Oh, Jesus, that was good," Jim sighed.
"It was marvelous," Gloria agreed, "fantastic." "Looked pretty good to me, too," said a third voice.
Gloria and Jim gasped and jerked their heads around toward the door. There stood Stan Wells grinning like a fiend. It was pretty clear that he'd been standing there for some time watching them, and that they'd been too carried away to notice him. Jim quickly slipped off Gloria's body and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
"Jesus, Stan," he said, pale with shock, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"The Johns downstairs were full," Stan said lazily, "so I came up here. I couldn't help hearing you. You two were really fucking up a storm. Good thing nobody else came upstairs."
"Oh, Christ," Jim moaned, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I don't have to tell you how important it is that Helen doesn't find out. I mean it would wreck my career.
"Oh, I understand," Stan said, starting to grin, "and I can guarantee no one will hear a thing about it, if you do me just one little favor."
"Sure," Jim said quickly, "what is it?"
Stan gazed hungrily at Gloria's flushed naked body and said, "I want a turn with her. Right now."
Jim turned pale, but Gloria blushed red all over. She knew this was the price she had to pay for turning Stan down earlier that evening, but it seemed wicked and perverse to her. She'd never dreamed of balling two men, one right after the other. She gave Jim a. pleading look, hoping he could somehow get her out of it.
But Jim said, "Gloria, I'm sorry, but you know I have to do what he wants. My whole future is on the line."
"Of course, Jim," Gloria said dully.
Stan grinned and began to unknot his tie. "You better run along before your wife misses you," he told Jim with a wicked smile.
Jim dressed as fast as he could and got out of the room, too ashamed even to look at Gloria. She lay there humbly, wondering how she'd gotten herself into such a predicament. All she'd wanted to do was make friends, and now she was going to have to service Stan like some kind of whore. She didn't bother trying to cover her nakedness. She knew there was no way out of the situation.
"You're really hot tonight, aren't you?" Stan said as he undressed. "Or were you just faking it with Jim?"
"That's none of your damned business," Gloria snapped. "How much did you see, anyhow?"
"The whole thing," Stan chuckled. "I didn't just happen along by accident like I told Jim. When I saw both of you were missing from the party, I put two and two together. I got up here just when you started balling."
"You mean you did it on purpose, to get to me?" Gloria gasped.
"You got it, baby," Stan said. "I don't like to be turned down."
He stripped off his clothes and started for the bed. Gloria felt contempt and anger for him, even though she still admired his body. He was tan and hard and heavily muscled from years of tennis playing, and his cock was fully ready, stiff and fat and hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. She might have been turned on if she hadn't been so furious at him.
Stan slipped onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He pawed her lovely silky-skinned body, but
Gloria stayed stiff and still. "Jesus, woman," he said, "loosen up. We've balled before, and you liked it. Hell, you loved it."
Gloria reddened and said, "That was when I wanted it, Stan, not when I was forced into it."
"In other words you don't want me?" he said with a snarl. "Well, I'll fix that, baby. I'll make you want it."
He shoved her roughly onto her back, knocking the breath out of her, and before Gloria could recover, he was forcing her legs wide open, bending them back at the knees, fully exposing the red flesh of her gash. She braced herself, expecting the brutal hard thrust of his cock into her unprepared cunt. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she waited.
But it didn't happen. Instead she felt something new and strange, a light feathery tickling sensation along her inner thighs, and then something hot and moist fanning her sensitive pussy. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and looked down, Stan's silver head was between her thighs.
"W-What?" she gasped.
It didn't take long to discover what he was up to. Gloria saw him stick out his wet red tongue and apply the very tip to the moist red button of her clit. He began to lick her little joy-bud, and instantly she felt the most stunning and delicious pleasure of her life. She flopped back onto the pillows, gasping and quivering, not knowing how to react.
She'd read about oral sex but had never experienced it. Often after Eddie's quick and unsatsifying love-making, she'd lain beside her snoring husband and wondered how it would be if he went down on her. She'd imagined it would feel rather nice, but not till this moment, with Stan, had she realized how really fantastic it was to have her pussy eaten.
Stan pressed his hot slick tongue-tip more firmly against the supersensitive button of her clit and tongued it faster and harder. Hot blinding pleasure ripped through her belly, and Gloria simply couldn't control herself. She moaned loudly, and her aroused cunt gushed a big flood of sticky juice all over Stan's chin.
"Ahhhhhh, God," she wailed.
She forgot her anger toward him, forgot everything but the incredible pleasure of having her clit tongued. As far as she was concerned, he could do anything with her now. She whimpered and writhed and moaned steadily as his expert tongue lashed and tickled and massaged her horny little love-bud. Her cunt-cream rushed out to soak his whole face.
"Ummmmmm, yes, yessssss," Gloria whined.
Stan gave a muffled chuckle but didn't stop what he was doing. He tongued her clit faster and faster, and Gloria arched her pussy up target more delicious friction from his lashing tongue. She had no more shame, no more pride. She just wanted to get off. She was moaning and quivering on the very verge of orgasm when he suddenly stopped licking her.
"PJ God, don't stop," she wept.
"I'm not gonna bring you off this way, baby," Stan laughed. "I just want to get you real horny for me.
He'd already done THAT, but before she could tell him so, he was tonguing lower in her steamy little gash, rimming the soaked tight mouth of her cunt. Gloria moaned as she felt him slowly inserting his thick wet tongue-meat into her greedy little cunt. The pleasure was devastating.
"Oh, my God, yessss," she whined, "put your tongue in meeeee. My God, Stan, that's so good."
Stan moved his tongue up her seething little box slowly, teasingly, while Gloria wiggled and writhed around the delicious implement. Her cream gushed all around his probing tongue, and when he finally thrust it in clear to the root, she was once again hovering on the very brink of climax. Her soft whimpering must have given her away, though, because he suddenly withdrew his tongue from her gripping cunt.
"I think you're ready now," he chuckled.
Gloria wasn't about to say no. What she really wanted was for Stan to go on eating her pussy all night. But the most important thing was to get off, no matter how it happened. So when Stan flipped her over onto her hands and knees, she didn't resist. She just crouched there with her pert little ass up in the air, trembling and waiting for his cock.
Panting with lust, Stan knelt behind her. His hands were searing hot and sweaty as he gripped her slim hips and steadied himself. Then he rammed the big hard head of his dick up her molten-hot little box; pushing clear to her womb in one greedy thrust. Gloria didn't mind the roughness. In face she craved it.
"Oooooooo," she squealed, "OHHHHHHHH."
Stan began balling her hard and fast and deep. "You like it, baby?" he panted. "It is as good as it was with Jim?"
"Yes," Gloria babbled, "oh, God, yes. Do it to me, Stan, do it to me."
He gave a satisfied laugh and then fell silent, humping her furiously. Gloria correctly guessed that he wasn't out to please her, that he just wanted to get his rocks, so she didn't waste any time coming. She squeezed her greedy little cunt tight around his jerking meat, getting all the friction she could, and in another moment she was coming like a bomb.
"OHHHHHHHH," Gloria wailed.
She hadn't come a moment too soon, either. While she was still writhing and howling, Stan bellowed with pleasure and began to shoot his thick steamy load into her. They jerked and rocked and moaned together for a few moments till his cock was limp and empty, and then he rolled off her with a satisfied sigh.
Gloria hardly had time to move before the door swung open and Jim Dale was standing in the room. For just a fleeting moment he eyed her naked body with a longing. Then a tense anxious look came over his face.
"The party's breaking up," he said quickly. "Everyone thinks you've gone home already, Gloria, so you're going to have to go out the window. There's a drain pipe you can hang onto."
"Like hell," Gloria snapped. "I intend to go out the way I came in. I'm not going to sneak off like some criminal."
"Please, Gloria," Jim begged. "My wife would guess what we did. PLEASE."
Gloria relented. As Jim and Stan helped her out the window she said angrily, "I'm not going to forget this. I don't like being treated this way."
Jim just looked sheepish, but Stan grinned and said, "Well, baby, that's the way it goes sometimes. See you around."
"You better believe you'll see me around," Gloria said grimly.