"Ummmmmmm," Gloria moaned, "yes, play with meeee."
She knew she was acting like a whore, but she couldn't help herself. It felt so great to have her sensitive little joy button stroked and rubbed. Dizzying waves of pleasure rippled though her belly, and she couldn't control the hot heavy juicing of her aroused twat. In fact she hadn't felt so desperately horny in years.
Howard went, on stroking her red-hot love-bud with his cream-soaked fingers, making her moan and writhe, and with his free hand he managed to fumble out of his shorts and underpants. Gloria couldn't contain her wicked curiosity. She gawked at his naked crotch. For years she'd secretly wondered how other men's cocks would look.
Howard's erect dick was about four inches long and kind of skinny, not nearly as big as Eddie's. But it was plenty stiff enough. Springing from a sparse nest of sandy hairs, it hugged his belly rigidly, the stalk milky-pale and blue-veined, the head bulb-shaped and purple. His small rosy balls were stiff and swollen, too.
"Oh, God," Gloria whined.
She'd been alone and horny for so long that she could barely restrain herself from just jumping onto his lap and forcing his stiff swollen cock up her seething little cunt. But getting laid wasn't the only thing she wanted from him. She forced herself to sit still, panting softly as he rubbed and stroked her throbbing hot joy button.
But Howard wasn't as patient as Gloria. Suddenly he was pushing her down on the couch and climbing onto her, trying to force her legs open. His rigid hot prick poked sharply against her belly as he struggled to stick it between her clenched thighs. Gloria gave a little squeal of alarm and pushed against his skinny shoulders.
"Howard, NO," she cried.
"Oh, please, Gloria," he whined, "you've got me so damned excited, I just have to fuck you."
This was her chance to make a deal. "Listen," she panted, "I want you, too, Howard, and I'll fuck you if you'll just do one thing for me."
"Anything," he moaned.
"Get me an invitation to the next neighborhood party," Gloria said.
Howard stared at her for a moment, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. "Okay," he said, "I can do that."
"Marvelous," Gloria purred, opening her legs for him.
Instantly Howard thrust his stiff creaming cock up her boiling-hot little cunt, and for the next five minutes Gloria forgot everything but the fantastic pleasure of balling. Unlike Eddie, Howard didn't come too fast he fucked her deeply and steadily and tirelessly, and Gloria adored every second of it. In less than a minute she had her first climax.
"Oh, God, YES," she wailed, "I'm coming. Keep fucking me, Howard, keep fucking meeeeee."
Howard was more than happy to oblige. Gloria was astonished to learn that she could come again and again if her lover was patient enough. Eddie had never given her that chance. She got off four times with Howard, her excitement mounting until she couldn't control her writhing horny body or her hoarse wanton words.
"I love it, I love it," she babbled. "Oh, God, Howard, I love your cock. Please keep balling me, PLEASE."
But even Howard had to run out of steam sometime, and at last he groaned and shot his steamy come into her gripping red-hot box. The moment his lust was satisfied, he became shy and meek again, hastily jumping off her and stumbling into his clothes.
"I'll keep my promise," he told her, "but I don't think we ought to do this again, Gloria. I mean it could ruin my marriage and my career. I must have been out of my mind."
Gloria just smiled. She didn't need Howard Ross any more. He'd given her what she wanted – a ticket into that tight snobbish little group of people – and she could take it by herself from there. Or so she hoped.
CHAPTER TWO
A week later Gloria got the invitation Howard Ross had promised. It was to be a barbecue given by him and his wife Peg. Gloria had no idea how Howard had persuaded Peg to invite her, and she didn't care. She was IN, and that was all that mattered.
Gloria dressed carefully for the party in a clinging blue jumpsuit, which showed, off her spectacular figure. She brushed her long thick auburn hair till it gleamed, and she was careful not to overdo her makeup. She wanted to look attractive but not to stand out – she'd made the neighborhood women uptight enough already.
But when she arrived at the party, she realized that it didn't matter what she wore. Not a singe woman greeted her, and no man dared to speak to her. She was snubbed just like always. The only word she got was from Howard's wife Peg, who approached her with a look of freezing dislike.
"I don't know why Howard wanted YOU here," Peg hissed, "but he insisted. I just want you to know that it wasn't my idea, and you'd better not expect to make any friends."
"But why not?" Gloria said, struggling not to burst into tears. "Why can't I be part of the group?"
"Because you're not married," Peg said frankly. "We don't want any singles around. It just makes trouble. So I suggest you have a few drinks and leave, lady. Nobody's going to be talking to you."
Bitch, Gloria thought as Peg turned and marched away, leaving her isolated at the edge of the group. She was tempted to run home and cry, but her pride held her back. Dammit, they had no right to treat her like that just because she didn't have a man of her own. She was determined to break into the group, no matter what it took.
And since fucking Howard Ross had gotten her this invitation, maybe balling, some other guy would get her even farther.
Gloria stood her ground, looking as calm as she could, and started studying the other men at the party. A lot of them were too old or not very attractive, but she noticed three men who were not only handsome but who seemed quite popular. She concentrated on them, wondering if they might be her tickets to social acceptance.
One man was Dr. John Taylor, a tall lean man with a deep tan and thick black hair who seemed to be the natural leader of the group. Another was Jim Dale, a well-known attorney, and a bubbly blond fellow who kept the group laughing. But the man who really caught Gloria's attention was Stan Wells, a tennis pro, easily the sexiest guy at the party.
Stan Wells was just six feet tall and had white hair, but the white was premature. Wells couldn't have been more than thirty-five. Powerfully built, graceful, and deeply tanned, he attracted the notice of every woman at the party. Gloria was getting urgently horny just from looking at him. She definitely wanted Stan Wells to be her next conquest, but how was she going to get close to him?
Then she noticed Howard Ross flitting by her with a tray of snacks. Though he was the host of the party, he'd kept out of sight for most of the afternoon, and every time he saw Gloria he'd blush furiously. Clearly he was trying to avoid her. Gloria didn't care. She didn't give a shit how embarrassed he was. She needed him.
She stepped forward, touched his arm, and said, "Oh, Howard."
Howard Ross blushed right down to his socks.
After looking around nervously to make, sure his wife wasn't watching, he whispered, "Gloria, please, don't talk to me. Peg is furious that I invited you, and she'll have a fit if she sees us together."
"I understand, Howard," Gloria said sweetly, "so if you want to make sure Peg never knows about what we did, you'd better do me just one more favor."
Howard gritted his teeth and said, "All fight, dammit. What is it?"
"Introduce me to Stan Wells," Gloria said.
"And then you'll leave me alone? For good?" Howard said.
"It's a promise," Gloria said, giving him a dazzling smile.