Her hands trembled a little as she reached for his fly. She'd never undressed Eddie in all the years of their marriage. Eddie would have considered it kinky. Gloria seized the zipper of Stan's pants and quickly tugged it open. Stan obligingly lifted his ass to help her as she pulled his pants off. Then only his jockey shorts were left.
"Come on, come on," Stan said impatiently. "Quit stalling, Gloria. I gotta get home to my wife."
"Wow, Stan," Gloria sighed, "you really know how to make a girl feel wanted."
"Well, what do you expect?" Stan snapped. "It was your idea to fuck your way into society, Gloria. Don't blame me for the consequences."
Gloria shut up. He was perfectly right, she'd brought this whole scene on herself. She'd made it clear that he could use her body in any way he wanted to, just as long as he helped her get into the neighborhood clique. Gloria seized the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment off.
Stan's six-inch cock was just as thick and stiff and swollen as last time. It stuck out lewdly from its nest of white hairs, and below hung his rosy-red balls, so full and swollen that they seemed to crowd the space between his thighs. For the first time that evening Gloria felt a little twinge of lust. These last six months had been damned lonely, after all.
"Okay, on the bed," Stan ordered.
Gloria lay down on her back, feeling her pussy begins to glow and moisten. Just the sight of his rigid thick prick had taken her thoughts away from the country club. There was no getting away from it – she was a normal healthy young woman, and she needed sex. She needed plenty of sex, as a matter of fact. She still felt resentful towards Stan, but she knew she'd welcome his cock.
Stan set his hand on the soft springy curls of her bush and pressed gently but firmly. Gloria felt an instant burst of hot lust, and her starved little cunt gushed a big flood of hot sticky juice. Then Stan parted the auburn-furred lips of her muff and exposed the bright red dot of her out. He placed a fingertip on the moist little button and began to rub.
"Ooooooo," Gloria squealed.
"You really dig me to touch you there, don't you?" Stan chuckled. "Your husband never did that to you?"
"No," Gloria confessed.
"Never touched your pussy at all?" Stan asked.
"Never," Gloria said sadly.
"Then prepare yourself for a treat, baby," Stan said with a wicked chuckle.
Gloria wished she could show more dignity and self-control, but she simply couldn't resist the searing pleasure that melted her belly when Stan rubbed her clit. It was all brand-new to her, because Eddie hadn't believed in that kind of sex-play. She wasn't prepared to resist the delicious sensation of having her clit frigged, and she moaned and writhed and creamed helplessly as Stan played with her.
"Ohhhhhh, it's so GOOD," Gloria gasped.
"It's gonna get even better," Stan said with a leer.
He took her tiny moist red clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead the little bud briskly. Gloria almost rose off the bed; the pleasure was so sudden and so devastating. Her cunt-cream gushed out to soak Stan's busy hand, and she lets her legs fall open lewdly wide, giving him room to work.
"Oh, God, I love tat," she moaned.
Stan gripped her tiny hot love-bud tighter and kneaded it faster and faster. Gloria had never felt such breathtaking pleasure in her life. Her whole beautiful body flushed pink with arousal, and her big green eyes rolled wildly. She moaned, writhed, and licked her lips, completely out of control.
"Yes, yes, play with meeeee," she whined.
Stan chuckled softly as he watched her, obviously proud of his power over her. All he had to do was knead one tiny lump of flesh, and he could drive her crazy with need. Gloria lay there with her long legs completely open and bent back at the knees, exposing the rich red flesh of her gash. She couldn't hide anything from him.
"Up, up, and away," Stan laughed.
He gave her red-hot joy-button a sudden squeeze, and Gloria felt her whole body exploding in a violent orgasm. She didn't know how he'd done it, didn't we. All that, mattered was the body-wracking pleasure that shook her for long delicious moments. Her convulsing cunt spewed steamy thick cream all over his hand.
"Ahhhhhhh," Gloria wailed.
When she finally came down from her orgasm high, she felt a little ashamed of herself. She'd never behaved so wantonly with Eddie, but Stan didn't seem to see anything unusual about her behavior. He just gave her soaked little clit a final squeeze, then trailed his fingers lower in her fiery-hot pussy.
"I bet you'll really get off on this," he said with a knowing grin.
Gloria didn't know what he had in mind, but she was sure she would get off on it. Stan was an expert when he used his fingers in her pussy. Even his most delicate touch sent hot waves of pleasure through her belly. She kept her lets wide open as he tickled through the hot steamy folds of her plump red pussylips.
Then for a moment she was almost sure he was fucking her. She felt something long and hard and thick easing slowly up her soaked little cunt. Yet Stan was sitting beside her, his rigid cock hugging his belly. Glancing down in surprise, Gloria saw that he was pushing three fingers up her box. It was uncanny how much it felt like a real cock.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, "yes, yes. Ooooooo, yes, that feels marvelous."
"I thought you'd like it," Stan chuckled.
"Like" wasn't quite the word for it. She LOVED it. Maybe it was wicked and kinky to get off on a man's fingers sliding up her twat, but Gloria couldn't control her horny writhing and moaning as Stan very slowly and tantalizingly eased three stiff fingers toward her womb. Finally she was completely stuffed with his thick rigid fingers.
"Here we go," he laughed.
He began finger-fucking her, jerking his fingers stiffly up and down in her snug juicy cunt. Gloria wailed with pleasure and arched her body up to get all the delicious friction she could. Stan's fingers plunged faster and faster in her gripping little box, bringing her swiftly to the brink of orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," Gloria squealed, "keep doing it to me. Just a little more. Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHH."
She was coming again, just as violently and deliciously as the first time. Stan watched with a lusty leer as she writhed around his jerking fingers. Her powerful cunt muscles gripped and squeezed his fingers and soaked them with hot sizzling cream. He kept grinning and frigging her till her last spasms had died away.
"You sure needed that," Stan said with a leer. "Must have been quite awhile since you had a man."
"That's none of your business," Gloria snapped.
Stan just laughed. "You don't have to say it, baby," he chuckled. "I can tell. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. Let's see how you like THIS."
He popped his juice-soaked fingers out of her flooded little box and tickled even lower in her swollen red pussy. Gloria felt his fingertip swiftly rimming the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole, and she blushed scarlet. It was wicked of him to touch her there, and yet terribly exciting, too. She didn't quite know how to react.
"Stan," she whined, "you shouldn't do that. Not THERE."
"Why not?" he laughed. "Feels as good as any other place, doesn't it? A lot of chicks really get off on this. I bet you will, too."
Gloria was, about to tell him that NO WAY would she want her brownie played with – when suddenly he popped his little finger right up her asshole, pushing in clear to the last knuckle.
"Eeeeeee," Gloria screeched.
She expected pain, but all she felt was dizzying pleasure. With his little finger deep and rigid in her tight hot asshole, Stan began to frig her, jerking his finger up and down like a tiny cock. Gloria completely lost control of herself, writhing and squealing, pumping her hips in time to his strokes. She knew it was wicked to enjoy a finger up her ass, but, dammit, it felt terrific.