Norma Egan - The new neighbor

"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."

"No, Gloria," the skinny little man said determinedly, "NOW. Fuck me right now, or I'll go start telling people about us."

It was no use, she couldn't talk him out of it. Brushing back her angry team, Gloria unzipped her silver jumpsuit and stepped out of it. Howard ogled her in her black lace bra and panties. Gloria just wanted to get the whole thing over with, so she quickly removed her bra, exposing her big pale tits, and then skinned out of her skimpy panties, showing him the delicate auburn curls of her muff.

"All right, Howard," she said coldly, "go ahead and get what you want. But make it quick, please. I want to get back to the party."

Howard didn't reply, he just beamed. Obviously he'd been thinking about her for weeks, aching to go to bed with her again. Gloria could imagine some of the horny fantasies he'd cooked up. Sighing, she walked over to the bed and lay down. Howard began undressing as fast as he could.

He was just as unattractive as she remembered, bony and pale and practically hairless. His skinny four-inch cock was fiercely erect, though, hugging his belly and drooling a steady stream of juice from its swollen purple head. His little red balls were swollen up, too, taut and full. When he was naked he came trotting eagerly over to the bed.

Gloria wished she felt even a spark of interest in balling him. She didn't like taking a stiff cock when her cunt was dry and unprepared. But she was pissed off at him and had never been attracted to him in the first place. All she could think of was getting it over with and getting back to the party where Nancy would introduce her to people.

"Would you do something special for me, Gloria?" Howard said, practically panting. "It's something my wife won't do. I'd like to try it so much."

"As long as it doesn't take much time," Gloria sighed. "Let's just get on with it, Howard."

"Fine, fine," he purred, "this shouldn't take long at all, not the way I feel. I just wanted you to be on your hands and knees, Gloria. You know, uh, dog style."

Gloria breathed a sigh of relief. She'd thought he meant something really outlandish like hanging from the chandelier. She quickly crouched, sticking her pert little butt up in the air, and Howard jumped into the bed and knelt behind her. To her relief, he didn't waste any time. He fitted the small hard head of his cock to her small cunt-mouth and eagerly pushed into her.

"Ahhhhh," Howard sighed, "wonderful."

Gloria couldn't quite agree. She found the whole thing rather boring. But at least his skinny little dick didn't hurt her as it eased into her tight dry box. Howard pushed till his drooling cock-head touched her womb, then started to fuck her in quick rough strokes. As before, he reminded her of a horny rabbit.

"Eeeeee," he squealed.

Gloria was glad he was so excited. That meant it wouldn't take him long to come. Presently the steady rough jabs of his cock began to feel mildly pleasant. She was always more or less horny these days, and she certainly didn't mind a good fuck. As long as she had to ball him, she decided to treat herself to an orgasm.

"Harder, Howard," she sighed. "Do it to me a little faster, please."

"Anything you say, Gloria," he panted, clearly pleased that she was starting to enjoy his cock.

He dutifully fucked her faster and harder, and Gloria really started to get off on it. Why not take advantage of this fuck, even if she didn't like the guy? One or two good comes would keep her mind off sex for the rest of the evening, and that would be an advantage when she started to mingle with the guests. She tightened her moistening cunt, seeking more delicious friction from his jerking cock.

"Ummmmm, yes, that's better," she sighed.

"Good for me, too," Howard moaned.

He sounded like he was going to shoot his load any second, so Gloria tightened her red-hot box even more, till his slender four-inch dick was stuffing and reaming her almost painfully. It was just the push she needed. She felt a violent orgasm exploding in her belly, rocking her with dizzying waves of pleasure.

"Oooooo, YES," she wailed.

Howard felt her cunt gripping his meat and gushing hot boiling cream all around him. As her lush body shook before him, he lost his last shred of self-control, yelped shrilly, and began to shoot his load. They came together, squealing and moaning and writhing.

It was only as their spasms died away that they realized they were not alone in the room. "Oh, my GOSH," Howard gasped.

Gloria just stared. Not five feet away, grinning, standing with his back against the door, was Jim Dale. Judging from his expression of wicked glee, he must have been standing there and watching almost from the beginning. Howard quickly slipped his limp wet cock out of Gloria's flooded twat and started grabbing up his clothes.

"Jim, old buddy," he said nervously, "I can explain. I mean, there's no need to tell anybody about this."

"Oh, relax, Howard," Jim said, cutting him short. "Everybody gets a little piece on the side now and then. I wouldn't dream of telling. You just run along now and enjoy the party. I have to talk to Gloria."

"Sure, sure," Howard mumbled, hurrying into his clothes and racing from the room.

Gloria had rolled onto her side and was just looking at Jim Dale. She had a feeling there was no point in putting on her clothes. When Howard left, Jim closed the door again and indulged himself for a moment in admiring Gloria's lush naked body. He still had that expression of wicked glee.

"Well, you got an early start this evening, didn't you?" he said at last.

"It wasn't my idea," Gloria grumbled. "That little creep blackmailed me into it."

"Oh? How?" Jim said.

Gloria told him the whole story of how Howard had threatened to broadcast her secret affairs unless she balled him right then and there. "Tonight of all nights," she concluded angrily, "he has to pull something like that."

"Actually," Jim said with a leer, "I think it's a pretty good idea."

"WHAT?" Gloria squawked.

"I think I'll do the same thing," Jim said cheerfully, starting to take off his clothes. "I'm pretty horny tonight, and I could use a quickie. Besides, you're all ready to go. So I'm making the same deal Howard did."

Gloria moaned. She wanted urgently to get back to the party and start meeting people, but first she'd have to fuck Jim Dale. There was no way out of it unless she wanted him to go around telling people that they'd fucked – and that would forever spoil her chances of making friends with the neighborhood women.

"All right, dammit, let's get it over with," she said angrily. "But make it quick, Jim. I want to get downstairs."