Then out of the corner of her eye Gloria saw John frantically pumping his limp cock.
She moaned. Damn John, he was trying to get it up again. Maybe he wasn't kidding when he mentioned fucking her all night. As she gasped under the brutal deep plunges of Tom's thick meat, she watched John busily frigging himself. To her amazement and disappointment, he had his cock stiff again in less than a minute.
"Hey, Tom," he panted, "I've got an idea. Roll her onto her side."
Tom obeyed, rolling so that he and Gloria were on their sides and face to face. The next thing Gloria knew, John was snuggling up to her back and easing his rock-hard prick between the taut crease of her ass. She gasped in shock. The damned fool was trying to push his dick up her cunt, right along with Tom's cock.
"Nooooo," Gloria wailed.
But there was no stopping the two hotly aroused men. Tom thought his friend's idea was amusing, and he pushed right along with John as the dark-haired doctor wedged the big swollen head of his cock into Gloria's snug but slick cunt-mouth. Then she felt her searing-hot little box being slowly stuffed with two swollen pricks. She was, too stunned to resist.
"Some fit, huh?" John sighed.
"Tight as hell," Tom moaned.
To Gloria's amazement, they actually did it, both thrusting their stiff cocks all the way to her womb. She waited to be torn, stretched, hurt – but all she felt was a dizzying wicked excitement. She couldn't help it, it was a powerful turn-on to take two cocks at once. And to her surprise, it felt great.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, "Yes. Yes, do it to me."
"You like it, baby?" John panted.
"You dig taking two cocks?" Tom sighed.
"Oh, my God, yes," Gloria whined, "it feels fantastic."
That was all the encouragement the two men needed to start balling her like mad, thrusting their thick cocks in unison, reaming and stuffing her blazing-hot little cunt. With all that delicious friction, Gloria started to come right away, and she didn't stop coming for the few furious minutes they were fucking her.
"Ahhhh," she moaned, "do it again. More. Oh, yes, yes, yes."
But the two men were too excited to last very long. As Gloria's convulsing cunt squeezed and milked their deep-thrust pricks, they bellowed and shot their loads. The sizzling come overflowed her tight little twat and gushed out to make a huge puddle on the bed. Then John and Tom rolled away from her to gasp for breath. Gloria felt deeply ashamed – she'd lost control of herself again, even gotten off on taking two pricks at once.
"Well, that does it for me," Tom sighed.
"Yeah, I'm fucked out, too," John panted.
They got up and dressed, while Gloria still lay naked on the bed, catching her breath and trying to overcome her deep humiliation. She knew she was turning into a tramp, an utter slut, yet she seemed helpless to control her lusty impulses.
"Well, thanks for the fuck, baby," John said coolly as he and his friend headed for the door. "And in case I don't get a chance to talk to you at the party, Happy New Year."
"Thanks," Gloria said dully, "thanks a lot."
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.
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."