"You like it, don't you?" Stan leered.
"Yessssss," Gloria whined.
Just a few moments of pumping, and she was coming again, just as explosively as before. She'd had no idea that her bumhole could give her such an incredible pleasure, but there did no doubt it when the breath-taking orgasm shook her body. Stan kept pumping his finger rapidly in her tiny hot brownie till she finished coming.
"Get enough?" he said with a grin.
"My God, yes," Gloria sighed. "But we can still ball, Stan. We have to take care of you, too."
"Uh-uh," Stan chuckled, "we're not gonna ball tonight, baby. I got something else in mind. See, you owe me a pretty big favor for getting you into the club, and I intend to collect right now."
"W-What do you want me to do, Stan?" Gloria asked nervously.
"Blow me," he said.
"Do what?" Gloria gasped.
Of course she knew what he meant. She read about it and heard about it – but she'd never done it. Eddie wouldn't have dreamed of asking her to take his cock in her mouth. But now she knew she had to do it, whether she liked it or not. She stared wide-eyed at Stan's thick stiff dick.
"Come on, come on," Stan said impatiently, "get with it, Gloria. My wife will be wondering where I am."
Dizzily Gloria knelt beside him and bent low over his pale stiff-standing cock. She didn't have the foggiest idea of how to give head, so she just plunged in, opening her mouth and taking in his cock as deep as she could. The fat purple head of his prick butted her throat and made her gag a little, but she managed to get it all in her mouth, sucking it in till his white-furred nut sacs rubbed her chin.
"Good," Stan panted. "Now start sucking, baby, and get me off. Suck me good and hard."
Gloria was glad for the instructions, since she didn't have any idea how to proceed. She just did as Stan said, sucking hard and fast on his swollen cock-meat, her lips widely stretched, her tongue weighted down with his heavy hard dick. Stan moaned hoarsely and flopped back on the bed with a horny leer. He watched, grinning, as Gloria's thick auburn hair flew over his lap.
Gloria was surprised and pleased to discover that she enjoyed cock sucking. She liked working her lips and jaws around the slick hot cock, and she liked the light salty taste of his dribbling prick-juice. Most of all she liked driving Stan wild with pleasure. When he played with her pussy, he had the power, but now she was in control. With her hard-sucking mouth, she made him moan and yelp and jerk his hips helplessly.
"That's it, baby," Stan gasped, "suck that meat. Yeah, suck it HARD. Bring me off. Ohhhhhhhh, man."
His cock-juice dribbled faster and heavier onto her tongue, and Gloria responded by sucking even harder on his thick tasty meat. For a brief moment she wished she could have done this to Eddie if only he could have overcome his modesty, he would have loved it. Then she forgot her ex-husband, forgot everything except the delicious taste of Stan's jerking prick.
"Awwwwww, Christ," Stan moaned, "you really know how to give head, baby. That feels terrific. Just a little more, and I'm gonna come."
Gloria was glad he couldn't tell that she'd never gone down on a man before. She just kept up the swift furious sucking he seemed to like so much, and Stan began to moan steadily, hoarsely. His eyes rolled up in his head, and then he was fucking her mouth, jabbing his cock savagely back and forth over her tongue. Suddenly she felt her mouth flooded with sizzling salty come.
"Awwwwwwww," Stan bellowed.
Gloria managed to keep his jerking dick in her mouth till he'd shot his whole load. Then his limp wet prick slipped out, and she quickly swallowed her huge mouthful of tasty jism. She'd hardly finished before Stan was off the bed and hurrying to get dressed.
"That was great, baby," he said. "I hope we'll get together sometime again, but for right now we better cool it. I wouldn't want anybody to get suspicious."
That was fine with Gloria. She didn't need Stan any more. He'd gotten her into the country club, and tomorrow she'd make her grand entrance. The neighborhood was going to have to accept her, because she wasn't about to give up.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Gloria walked into the country club the next day, she knew she looked beautiful. She'd already checked herself in the mirror at home. She was wearing a clinging white jersey and white shorts, which showed, off her tan and her fantastic figure. As she'd expected, every man in the place stared at her longingly.
But with the women it was a different story. All she got from them was scowls and freezing looks. Stan Wells' wife, a tall slender blonde, strode angrily up to Gloria and looked her in the eye.
"What in hell do you think you're doing here?"
She asked.
"I'm a member," Gloria said. "Want to see my card?"
She flashed her membership card, and Mrs. Wells turned red with fury. "There must be some mistake," she said. "I'm going to check on it."
"Check all you want," Gloria said. "I'll be playing tennis."
But when she went out on the courts, Gloria couldn't find anyone who'd play tennis with her. The women ignored her requests for a partner, and the men reddened and shook theft heads. Gloria had to content herself with sitting on the sidelines and watching the others play. Stan Wells was there, giving lessons, and when he happened to get close enough to Gloria, he whispered to her out of the side of his mouth.
"Like I told you, baby, give it up," he said. "I know it isn't fair, but they're just not gonna let you into the group. You ought to move to another neighborhood where you'll fit in."
Gloria just glared at him. She wasn't about to give up. Presently she went into the bar and ordered a double scotch on the rocks to calm her anger. She noticed that the popular young attorney, Jim Dale, was sitting alone at the next table. Naturally that gave her some ideas. Stan Wells hadn't been much help to her, but perhaps Jim Dale could ease her into the social scene.
Dale was perhaps thirty, a well-built blond, man with a deep tan who always seemed to be smiling.
He told most of the jokes at parties and kept people laughing with imitations of celebrities. Above all, he seemed friendly, which gave Gloria the courage to speak to him.
"Hello," she called from her table, "I see you're alone, too."
Jim Dale grinned at her. "Yeah, my wife couldn't make it today. Had to take the kids to the dentist. You're Gloria Benson, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said, "and you're Jim Dale."
His grin broadened. "Right," he said, "and since we already seem to know each other, how about coming over to my table and having a drink?"
"I'd love to," Gloria said, casting him a devastating smile.
As they sipped their drinks and chatted, it was obvious that Jim was hotly attracted to Gloria. He couldn't keep his eyes off the firm thrust of her big breasts under the tight white jersey. He kept inching closer to her, till their knees were rubbing. Gloria felt confident when she issued her invitation.
"I don't want to make trouble for you by talking to you here, Jim," she said, "but why don't you come over to my place later tonight?"
For the first time Jim frowned. "Gloria, I just couldn't do that," he said. "My wife watches me like a hawk, and I think every woman in the neighborhood has an eye on your house. I'd love to come over, but I'd be spotted."
Gloria fumed. Not only would those bitches not even speak to her, but now they were spying on her, keeping track of who came to her house. It just wasn't fair! And, by God, she was going to get even. She was going to ball Jim Dale if it was the last thing she ever did. "Jim, I understand," she cooed. "It's really too bad we can't get to know each other better, but I guess that's out of the question. I've got to get home now. Would you walk me to my car?"
"Sure," Jim said with a big grin.