"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.
CHAPTER SIX
Thinking over the cocktail party incident, Gloria decided that while Jim Dale was merely a coward, Stan Wells was a sonofabitch. Neither of them had done enough to get her into the neighborhood social scene. She decided to look for a new man to help her.
The man she had in mind was Dr. John Taylor, easily the most popular man in the neighborhood. She'd already heard that Dr. Taylor and his wife gave the annual New Year's Eve party for the block, and she was determined to be invited. It was the social event of the year, and Gloria just couldn't bear to be left out. So it seemed an obvious move to seduce the doctor.
She couldn't just walk up to his house and introduce herself, so she made an appointment with him instead. Dr. Taylor was a general practitioner, so she simply asked for a check-up. She went to his offices in a large modem building, and it was only when she was lying on the examining table, naked under a skimpy sheet, that she wondered at her own boldness.
Presently Dr. Taylor arrived, a tall lean man with thick black hair and a very serious manner. Gloria reflected that she'd rarely seen him smile at parties. He looked at her as he came into the room, frowned, then looked again. He couldn't seem to make up his mind whether he knew her or not.
"Mrs. Benson," he said, consulting a chart, "I see that you live in my neighborhood. Have we met before?"
"Not formerly, doctor," Gloria said. "I've seen you at parties. I just recently moved onto the block."
Taylor reddened a little and said, "Oh, yes, now I remember. You were at the Dales' party a few weeks ago. Well, let's get down to business. You're here for your annual check-up, you say?"
"Yes, doctor," Gloria said as politely as she could.
She didn't like his manner very much. Obviously he remembered who she was – the outcast, the one everybody snubbed – and he wasn't concealing his disapproval of her. Well, to hell with him and his pompous attitude. She'd soon have him where she wanted him – that is, if her naughty little plan worked out.
"Sit up, please," Dr. Taylor said.
Gloria dutifully sat up, and the little sheet slipped down to her waist, uncovering her big beautiful breasts, the firm globes quivered enticingly for a moment, then went still. Her little pink nipples had… been soft, but when they contacted the cool air of the room, they slowly went stiff and pointed.
And all the while Taylor was gawking at her tits. Gloria was well aware of his helpless interest, but she just gave him an innocent smile. His cool blue eyes focused on her magnificent grapefruit-size boobs and locked there until he realized what he was doing. Then he reddened.
"It's not necessary to lower the sheet, Mrs. Benson," he said quickly. "Oh, sorry," Gloria chirped, "but it doesn't really matter, does it, doctor? I mean you'll want me to lower it pretty soon anyway, won't you?"
"Uh, yes," Taylor said uneasily. He was having a helluva time keeping his eyes off her gorgeous big jugs. "Well, I'll get on with the examination."
He tapped her back and listened to her breathing, then moved around to examine her chest. When he pressed the cold stethoscope against her skin, Gloria gave a shrill squeal that was only half faked. This time Taylor definitely blushed.
"Sorry," he muttered, "didn't realize the damned thing was so cold."
"That's all right, doctor," Gloria said sweetly. "Please continue."
Taylor did his best to check her lungs, but her huge breasts were in his way. He finally solved the problem by working the stethoscope into her deep plump cleavage, but by then his hands were quivering. Gloria could barely stifle a wicked grin. The man was obviously turned onto her, and he was having a hard time keeping his professional dignity.