She mewled and quivered as he began driving his tongue in and out of her cunt. It wasn't long before she shuddered and came.
"Oooohhh, yeah!" she wailed.
Wave after wave of spasms shot through her. She quivered and trembled, pumping her ass back at Garrett's face.
He continued licking the outside of her cunt, slurping up her cunt juice, until she started coming again.
"Uunnngghhh! Oh, God!" she wailed. "Sweet Mother of God!"
Malone's cock dropped out of her mouth. She straightened up. "My back hurts," she groaned.
She lay down on the bed with her legs spread. Malone crouched at the lower end of her body and gazed at her wide-open gaping cunt, hair matted with cunt juice.
Garrett climbed onto the bed behind her with his crotch hanging over her face. She opened her mouth, inviting his cock. He dropped his hips and a moment later she had his fat cock-head inside her pulsating lips.
As she sucked on his bloated prick, she felt Malone pulling her cunt-lips completely open. She pulled up her knees to better expose her crotch to him. He moved in between her thighs, and a moment later she felt his thick cock push forward into her cunt-channel.
Now she had two cocks inside her. Malone buried his cock to the hilt in her cunt, and Garrett buried his cock to the hilt in her mouth.
She had Garrett's balls resting on her nose and Malone's balls resting on her ass.
Her clit quivered and throbbed as Malone's thick cock-shaft scraped against it. She arched her back, asking for more.
Garrett pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock as though her mouth were a cunt. Both men played with her tits.
She thrashed around hungrily. The feeling of being stuffed with cock fore and aft was incredible. She writhed and squirmed on the bed. How lovely it was to have her cunt filled at the same time as her mouth was filled with lovely male meat!
She knew the friction of Malone's cock against her clit would soon bring her off. They were moving to the same rhythm now, pumping her cunt and mouth in unison.
"Christ what a slut!" Malone hissed.
His words thrilled her. Yes, she was a slut! Damn her husband! She had two cocks in her now, and she loved them both!
Garrett's fat cock-head rammed mercilessly into her throat each time he lurched forward. She rolled her hips to get more of Malone's prick in her cunt.
Slurping noises came out of her cunt and mouth as she sucked hungrily at the two cocks at the two ends of her body.
"Oh, Jesus!" Malone grunted. "Baby, here comes a hot load for you! Oh, fuck!"
Gloria felt spurt after spurt of Malone's thick jism shooting into her cunt. She loved the slippery feel of it. Her pussy flooded with his white cream and the excess dripped out, running down her thighs and soaking the puckered rim of her asshole.
She trembled as she started coming again. Her tits heaved. She clamped her mouth down on Garrett's cock as her body convulsed, and then he started coming. The first blast of his jism shot directly down her throat. She caught the second on the side of her face.
He quickly aimed at her mouth and soon filled it with his thick hot cream. She swallowed and licked and swallowed again.
The two cocks finally slipped out of her body. Her cunt and mouth were slippery with cunt-juice and jism. Licking her lips, she rolled over and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, Garrett and Malone had gone. She groaned. She wondered what time it was, then decided she didn't care. It would do Jim good to worry about her.
She'd spent the evening fucking and sucking two men as a result of his neglect. I can't go on like this, she thought.
She knew that if she continued working for Luke Arnold, she would soon be fucking every man in the poker game and only God knew who else.
She had to stop it. As much as she wanted the sex, this was no way to get it. She was destroying herself. There had to be another way. And she was determined to find it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gloria withdrew from the world. She wanted nothing more to do with either Charlie Bates or Luke Arnold. She stayed in the house as much as possible. She watched television day and night.
Jim realized there was something wrong, but when he asked her about it she told him she was just down in the dumps and that it would pass.
What she really needed was a chance to talk to someone. Her next-door neighbor was a woman named Margie Nelson. Margie was about ten years older than Gloria. Margie was mild-mannered and kind. She was active in one of the local church groups. Gloria had always thought Margie was a sympathetic soul. She decided that if she had to talk to someone, she would talk to Margie. Margie would understand.
And so one day Gloria got up in the morning resolved that this would be the day she would pour her heart out to Margie Nelson.
She put it off as long as possible. She powdered and primped and waited an hour trying to decide what to wear. She finally realized she was just delaying things, and she threw on a pair of slacks and a jersey top and crossed the yard to the back door of Margie's house.
There was a milk truck parked in the Nelson driveway. Gloria knew that Margie's husband was out of town at some religious convention. She tried to remember if anyone in Margie's family was a milkman. It can't be! Gloria thought.
Then she heard a moan coming from one of the back windows, and her heart pounded as she realized what was going on.
She hesitated, torn between the urge to see and the knowledge that it would be wrong. The urge won out.
She moved as quietly as possible to the kitchen window. There was enough space between the curtains so that she was able to peer into the room.
Margie was on her back on the kitchen table. A man was facing her, holding her legs in his arms, and slowly but thoroughly fucking her.
Gloria restrained a gasp. She had never imagined Margie capable of anything like this. The man certainly wasn't Margie's husband. Even if he were, Margie just wasn't the sort of woman that anyone would expect to find fucking on a kitchen table!
Mesmerized, Gloria stared at the milkman's pumping ass. How thrilling it was to watch them! Gloria's legs trembled as she realized how turned on she was. The heady excitement of watching people fuck drove her wild.
The couple in the kitchen shifted their positions a bit, and now for the first time Gloria was able to get a good look at the junction of cock and cunt.
She held back a giggle when she saw that Margie's pussy was shaved. Margie was certainly full of surprises! It was difficult to believe that the moaning squirming woman being fucked on the kitchen table was actually Margie Nelson.
Gloria mused over how difficult it was to know what people were really like. She had always thought Margie was a prude. She'd never once heard Margie mention anything about sex. Now here was Margie having her bald little pussy worked over by the milkman!
Gloria could see the milkman's swinging balls slapping against Margie's ass.
"Oh, Jesus, give it to me!" Margie groaned. The milkman began pumping more vigorously, pumping his cock in and out of Margie's hairless cunt.
Gloria remained transfixed, her eyes wide, her heart pounding with excitement. The milkman ran one hand over Margie's belly, fingering her tits and then her ass.
When his fingers moved underneath into the crack of Margie's ass, Margie moaned. The moan turned into a grunt when he suddenly drilled a finger into her tight asshole.
"Oh, yes!" Margie hissed. "Diddle my ass!"
"You like that, huh?" the milkman rasped.
"I love it!"
He finger-fucked her ass to the same tempo as the pistoning of his cock in her pussy. Margie's ass-cheeks glistened with her cunt juice.
Holding her breath, Gloria watched the pumping of the milkman's cock in and out of Margie's juice-drenched pussy.