Chapter 8

When it came time to dress for the New Year's Eve party, Gloria decided not to be demure. At other parties she'd dressed modestly, in a vain attempt to please the other women. Tonight she'd wear exactly what she pleased, which meant something that would make the men's eyes pop.

She chose a skin-tight silver jumpsuit, backless and cut so low in front that her belly button was visible. The outfit did the most to show off her deep ripe cleavage and big thrusting tits and pert little ass. She wore matching silver shoes with four-inch heels. If the other women at the party didn't like it, to hell with them.

Gloria studied herself in the mirror before leaving and was satisfied that she looked spectacular. When she arrived at the Taylors' house, the party was already in full swing. John Taylor took her coat and managed to give her a weak smile. He was just about to slip off into the crowd when his wife Nancy, slender brunette, walked up and looked Gloria in the eye.

"Uh, excuse me, dear," John said hastily to his wife, "I'd better get back to our guests."

Nancy Taylor didn't reply, just kept staring at Gloria. Gloria waited tensely for the woman to speak. She expected the same nasty remarks she'd gotten at other parties. It didn't matter, of course. She'd just keep on trying to be accepted. But she wanted to get it over with.

"I want to apologize," Nancy Taylor said at last.

"WHAT?" Gloria said, gawking.

"I'm afraid we've all been terribly unfriendly to you since you moved onto the block," Nancy went on. "Of course it's because you're single and attractive. But now I realize you can't help that. Have a good time, and when I'm not busy I'll try to introduce you to some of the other women."

Nancy marched off, and Gloria stood there stunned. She could have cried with relief Looking around, she noticed that the other women were giving her the usual freezing looks. But at least she had a foot in the door, at least she had one potential friend. Maybe with Nancy Taylor's help she could finally be part of the group.

The next person to approach her was Howard Ross, the shy little accountant who'd been her first conquest in the neighborhood. He still wasn't much to look at-skinny, sandy hair thinning, horn-rimmed glasses a little askew-but at least he wasn't treating her like an outcast. He gave her a timid smile as he walked up.

"You look awfully happy," he said.

"I am," Gloria said. "Mrs. Taylor just apologized for the way everyone's been snubbing me, and she said she'd try to help me make friends. It's just what I wanted, what I've been working for." Gloria ended enthusiastically, but she saw a strange look coming over Howard's face, a look of cold cunning..

"We need to talk, Gloria," he said. "Let's go where no one can hear us."

Gloria followed him, puzzled, as he led the way upstairs and into a spare bedroom. She wasn't surprised that he kept glancing at her gorgeous figure in the tight silver jumpsuit. She knew he was powerfully turned on to her. But why did he want a secret conference? What could the shy little accountant have to say that was of any importance?

Howard shut the bedroom door and faced Gloria, flushed but determined. "I've tried to forget about you," he said, "but I just can't. I have to have you again, Gloria. It's driving me crazy. Please, let's make love now. No one will miss us from the party."

"Howard, I wouldn't dream of doing that," Gloria said. "This is my big chance to make friends. I wouldn't risk making it with another woman's husband right here at the party."

"But that's just my point, Gloria," Howard said. "If the other women find out you've been balling their husbands, they'll never make friends with you. In other words, if you don't want me to start telling people that we've fucked, you'd better go to bed with me right now."

For the second time that evening Gloria gawked. She couldn't believe that the meek balding accountant had summoned up so much nerve.

N There was only one possible explanation-Howard Ross wanted her so badly that he couldn't control himself. And, damn him, his plan was a good one. She couldn't risk him telling anyone that they'd been to bed. It would spoil forever her chances of making it into the group.

"Howard, how can you?" she said, breaking into tears of frustration. "This is my big chance. I can't risk being caught up here with you."

"It would be an even bigger risk if I talked," Howard said grimly.

"Well, come over to my house later," Gloria said. "I'll make love with you again, but not now."

"No, Gloria," the skinny little man said determinedly, "NOW. Fuck me right now, or I'll go start telling people about us."

It was no use, she couldn't talk him out of it. Brushing back her angry team, Gloria unzipped her silver jumpsuit and stepped out of it. Howard ogled her in her black lace bra and panties. Gloria just wanted to get the whole thing over with, so she quickly removed her bra, exposing her big pale tits, and then skinned out of her skimpy panties, showing him the delicate auburn curls of her muff.

"All right, Howard," she said coldly, "go ahead and get what you want. But make it quick, please. I want to get back to the party."

Howard didn't reply, he just beamed. Obviously he'd been thinking about her for weeks, aching to go to bed with her again. Gloria could imagine some of the horny fantasies he'd cooked up. Sighing, she walked over to the bed and lay down. Howard began undressing as fast as he could.

He was just as unattractive as she remembered, bony and pale and practically hairless. His skinny four-inch cock was fiercely erect, though, hugging his belly and drooling a steady stream of juice from its swollen purple head. His little red balls were swollen up, too, taut and full. When he was naked he came trotting eagerly over to the bed.

Gloria wished she felt even a spark of interest in balling him. She didn't like taking a stiff cock when her cunt was dry and unprepared. But she was pissed off at him and had never been attracted to him in the first place. All she could think of was getting it over with and getting back to the party where Nancy would introduce her to people.

"Would you do something special for me, Gloria?" Howard said, practically panting. "It's something my wife won't do. I'd like to try it so much.

"As long as it doesn't take much time," Gloria sighed. "Let's just get on with it, Howard"

"Fine, fine," he purred, "this shouldn't take long at all, not the way I feel. I just wanted you to be on your hands and knees, Gloria. You know, uh, dog style."

Gloria breathed a sigh of relief She'd thought he meant something really outlandish like hanging from the chandelier. She quickly crouched, sticking her pert little butt up in the air, and Howard jumped into the bed and knelt behind her. To her relief, he didn't waste any time. He fitted the small hard head of his cock to her small cunt-mouth and eagerly pushed into her.

"Ahhhhh," Howard sighed, "wonderful."

Gloria couldn't quite agree. She, found the whole thing rather boring. But at least his skinny little dick didn't hurt her as it eased into her tight dry box. Howard pushed till his drooling cock-head touched her womb, then started to fuck her in quick rough strokes. As before, he reminded her of a horny rabbit.

"Eeeeee," he squealed;

Gloria was glad he was so excited. That meant it wouldn't take him long to come. Presently the steady rough jabs of his cock began to feel mildly pleasant. She was always more or less horny these days, and she certainly didn't mind a good fuck. As long as she had to ball him, she decided to treat herself to an orgasm.

"Harder, Howard," she sighed. "Do it to me a little faster, please."

"Anything you say, Gloria," he panted, clearly pleased that she was starting to enjoy his cock.

He dutifully fucked her faster and harder, and Gloria really started to get off on it. Why not take advantage of this fuck, even if she didn't like the guy? One or two good comes would keep her mind off sex for the rest of the evening, and that would be an advantage when she started to mingle with the guests. She tightened her moistening cunt, seeking more delicious friction from his jerking cock.

"Ummmmm, yes, that's better," she sighed.

"Good for me, too," Howard moaned.

He sounded like he was going to shoot his load any second, so Gloria tightened her red-hot box even more, till his slender four-inch dick was stuffing and reaming her almost painfully. It was just the push she needed. She felt a violent orgasm exploding in her belly, rocking her with dizzying waves of pleasure.

"Oooooo, YES," she wailed.

Howard felt her cunt gripping his meat and gushing hot boiling cream all around him. As her lush body shook before him, he lost his last shred of self-control, yelped shrilly, and began to shoot his load. They came together, squealing and moaning and writhing.

It was only as their spasms died away that they realized they were not alone in the room. "Oh, my GOSH," Howard gasped.

Gloria just stared. Not five feet away, grinning, standing with his back against the door, was Jim Dale. Judging from his expression of wicked glee, he must have been standing there and watching almost from the beginning. Howard quickly slipped his limp wet cock out of Gloria's flooded twat and started grabbing up his clothes.

"Jim, old buddy," he said nervously, "I can explain. I mean, there's no need to tell anybody about this. I"

"Oh, relax, Howard," Jim said, cutting him short. "Everybody gets a little piece on the side now and then. I wouldn't dream of telling. You just run along now and enjoy the party. I have to talk to Gloria."

"Sure, sure," Howard mumbled, hurrying into his clothes and racing from the room.

Gloria had rolled onto her side and was just looking at Jim Dale. She had a feeling there was no point in putting on her clothes. When Howard left, Jim closed the door again and indulged himself for a moment in admiring Gloria's lush naked body. He still had that expression of wicked glee.

"Well, you got an early start this evening, didn't you?" he said at last.

"It wasn't my idea," Gloria grumbled. "That little creep blackmailed me into it."

"Oh? How?" Jim said.

Gloria told him the whole story of how Howard had threatened to broadcast her secret affairs unless she balled him right then and there. "Tonight of all nights," she concluded angrily, "he has to pull something like that."

"Actually," Jim said with a leer, "I think it's a pretty good idea."

"WHAT?" Gloria squawked.

"I think I'll do the same thing," Jim said cheerfully, starting to take off his clothes. "I'm pretty horny tonight, and I could use a quickie. Besides, you're all ready to go. So I'm making the same deal Howard did."

Gloria moaned. She wanted urgently to get back to the party and start meeting people, but first she'd have to fuck Jim Dale. There was no way out of it unless she wanted him to go around telling people that they'd fucked-and that would forever spoil her chances of making friends with the neighborhood women.

"All right, dammit, let's get it over with," she said angrily. "But make it quick, Jim. I want to get downstairs."

"You got it, baby," he laughed. "I have a feeling it's gonna be mighty quick."

He tugged down his shorts, and Gloria saw that he had a huge hard-on. No doubt he'd gotten it while watching her and Howard fucking. He walked over to the bed, his swollen cock weaving heavily before him, and grabbed Gloria by the ankles. Standing at the side of the bed, he drew her legs up over his broad shoulders.

"Just a little variety," he laughed.

Gloria didn't care how they did it, just so long as it was quick. She lay with her back on the bed and her legs draped over his shoulders, her fi9h red slit lewdly exposed; Jim plunged his thick hard meat into her come-soaked little cunt, not bothering to be gentle. He quickly pushed all the way in, then began balling her in hard deep strokes.

"Tight and hot like always," he sighed. "You really are a great little fuck, baby."

"Never mind the compliments," Gloria sighed. "Just do it and let me go."

"Oh, Gloria, you're so romantic," he mocked.

Jim chuckled.

After that they didn't talk. Jim was too intent on getting his rocks' off. He fucked her hard, steadily, almost brutally. Gloria was enjoying it more and more as the seconds passed. She loved the way his thick rock-hard cock fully stuffed her greedy little box with each deep plunge, loved the way his steel-stiff pole rubbed her sensitive little clit.

"Ummmmm," she sighed.

"Finally digging it, are you?" Jim grinned. "Well, hang on, baby, it's gonna get even better."

Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he humped her harder and harder, his big cock slamming into her juicy little twat with a lewd wet sucking sound. Even the naughty noise aroused Gloria, who was never immune to the pleasures of a stiff steady fucking. Soon she was hovering on the delicious wave of orgasm.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck meee," she whined. "Just a little more, Jim, please. Just a little more."

"It won't be much more," he gasped. "I'm just about to shoot. Dammit, Gloria, your cunt's so frigging HOT."

Luckily for Gloria she started coming just then. It wasn't a moment too soon. As her body rocked in the delicious convulsions of climax, Jim's eyes rolled upward and he yelped and began to fill her gripping twat with sizzling-hot come. They bucked and moaned together for a few moments, and then he staggered back, his limp dripping prick popping from her flooded box. Gloria curled up on the bed with a satisfied sigh, catching her breath.

"Well, thanks, baby," Jim said casually as he got into his clothes. "See you downstairs."

"Umm-hmm," Gloria sighed.

Jim opened the door and John Taylor tumbled into the room.

"What the hell?" Jim laughed.

Dr. Taylor blushed. "I'm afraid you caught me peeping," he said.

"You mean you were looking though the keyhole?" Jim said, barely able to contain his glee.

"That's about the size of it," John said, getting to his feet and brushing some dust off his suit. "I heard strange noises coming from the room, so I took a peek. Then, needless to say, I found it hard to stop looking. Sorry about that."

"No biggie," Jim laughed, "just as long as you don't tell anybody what you saw."

"My dear fellow, of course not," John said.

"Well, I gotta run," Jim said. "See you both later. And have fun." He went out, closing the door behind him.

"And just what did he mean by that?" Gloria snapped.

"What do you think?" John said, starting to take off his clothes.

"Oh, NO," Gloria wailed, "not you, too?"

"That's the price you pay, my dear," John said as he continued undressing. "You want to get to the top of the heap, but it isn't a free ride. You have to pay your dues. So if you don't want any of your new friends to know what you've been up to, you'd better take care of me, Now.

Gloria pounded the bed with her little fists, totally frustrated. She wanted so much to be downstairs at the party, with Nancy Taylor introducing her to people and instead she was going to be upstairs balling Nancy's husband. There was no way out of it. Sighing, she resigned herself to losing a few more minutes before she could return to the party.

John Taylor approached the bed naked. By now his huge seven-inch dick was familiar to her, and Gloria wasn't especially aroused by the sight of the heavy weaving pole of pale flesh. She'd already had two powerful orgasms that night, and she wasn't very horny any more. But she dutifully rolled onto her back and opened her legs.

"Uh-uh," John said, "not that way. I want something different tonight. Remember what you started doing in my office?"

"I'm afraid I don't," Gloria said wearily.

"Then I'll remind you," he said with a wicked leer. He got onto the bed and lay down on his back, his rigid cock sticking straight up from its thick nest of black hairs. The head of his prick seemed as big as a doorknob to Gloria's dizzy gaze. It was leaking huge bubbles of hot cock-juice.

"Suck me off," he said.

Gloria moaned. If she had to blow anybody, why couldn't it have been Howard Ross with his skinny little prick? Why did it have to be John and his monster cock? Her lips ached just thinking about it. But there was nothing to do but get it over with.

"All fight, John," she sighed, "but please try to come fast. I want to get back to the party."

"I'll do my best," he grinned.

Gloria knelt beside him, her big tits almost brushing his belly, and opened her mouth wide. She fitted it around the massive purple head of his cock, then slowly sucked inward, taking his oozing prick-head fight into her throat. His furry balls came to rest against her chin. Her mouth was almost achingly stuffed. Grimly she started to work, sucking hard and fast on his stiff thick meat.

"Ahhhhhh, yes," John sighed, "that's it. Suck me hard. It shouldn't take long."

Gloria sincerely hoped not. Her jaws were already sore from the vigorous sucking and wide stretching. She kept at it, her auburn hair flying, and John sighed with pleasure; his eyes rolling wildly, his red tongue darting out to lick his lips. His tasty cock-juice gushed out to pool on her tongue.

"Yes, my God, yes," he moaned. "Suck that dick, baby. SUCK IT."

Gloria put all her remaining energy into her blowjob, sucking even faster and harder on his steadily drooling dick. Glancing up, she saw that his face was flushing with lust, and she figured it wouldn't be long before he came. But just then the bedroom door opened.

"Hi there," said Stan Wells.

Gloria froze just as she was, John's cock lodged deep in her mouth, and John growled, "Stan, what the hell do you want?"

"I just want to join the fun," Stan said, walking over to the bed. "You two just go on with what you're doing. I won't be in the way."

John was too horny to wait. "All right," he groaned. "Go ahead, Gloria;"

Gloria was hunched over him, her adorable little ass sticking up in the air, as she wearily went on with her blowjob. Then she felt something hot and hard and sticky pressing against the tiny mouth of her asshole. Stan Wells was kneeling behind her, grunting and pushing, trying to stick his swollen prick up her ass.

"UMPH!" Gloria exclaimed.

Before she could do anything else, Stem succeeded in popping his thick throbbing dick up her tiny tight bumhole. John saw what he was doing and held Gloria's head in place so she couldn't escape. What followed was a simultaneous rape of her mouth and asshole, two cocks pounding mercilessly at both ends of her body.

At first Gloria panicked, feeling sure that Stan's thick meat would rip her little brownie and that John's jerking cock would thrust right down her throat. But she forced herself to relax and take it, and soon she discovered that it didn't hurt. In fact there was a kind of wicked excitement in taking' two pricks at once, one pounding frantically over her tongue, the other eagerly reaming her gripping bumhole.

With all that kinky action, it didn't take the two men long to come. Gloria herself was just getting off, - having the strange sensations of an orgasm radiating from deep in her asshole, when John groaned hoarsely and filled her mouth with thick salty come. Stan was right with them, bellowing with pleasure and shooting his load up her deliciously snug asshole.

Moment's later Gloria found herself alone on the bed as the men hurried into their clothes. "I think you ought to keep something in mind, Gloria," John said. "If you do get into our social set, you'll always be paying the price. Don't think that Stan and I and the others will give you up. You'll have to keep paying your dues-and I know you understand what I mean." Gloria understood all too well.