Norma Egan - The new neighbor

"You got it, baby," he laughed. "I have a feeling it's gonna be mighty quick."

He tugged down his shorts, and Gloria saw that he had a huge hard-on. No doubt he'd gotten it while watching her and Howard fucking. He walked over to the bed, his swollen cock weaving heavily before him, and grabbed Gloria by the ankles. Standing at the side of the bed, he drew her legs up over his broad shoulders.

"Just a little variety," he laughed.

Gloria didn't care how they did it, just so long as it was quick. She lay with her back on the bed and her legs draped over his shoulders, her tight red slit lewdly exposed. Jim plunged his thick hard meat into her come-soaked little cunt, not bothering to be gentle. He quickly pushed all the way in, then began balling her in hard deep strokes.

"Tight and hot like always," he sighed. "You really are a great little fuck, baby."

"Never mind the compliments," Gloria sighed. "Just do it and let me go."

"Oh, Gloria, you're so romantic," he mocked.

Jim chuckled.

After that they didn't talk. Jim was too intent on getting his rocks off. He fucked her hard, steadily, almost brutally. Gloria was enjoying it more and more as the seconds passed. She loved the way his thick rock-hard cock fully stuffed her greedy little box with each deep plunge, loved the way his steel-stiff pole rubbed her sensitive little clit.

"Ummmmm," she sighed.

"Finally digging it, are you?" Jim grinned. "Well, hang on, baby, it's gonna get even better."

Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he humped her harder and harder, his big cock slamming into her juicy little twat with a lewd wet sucking sound. Even the naughty noise aroused Gloria, who was never immune to the pleasures of a stiff steady fucking. Soon she was hovering on the delicious wave of orgasm.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck meee," she whined. "Just a little more, Jim, please. Just a little more."

"It won't be much more," he gasped. "I'm just about to shoot. Dammit, Gloria, your cunt's so frigging HOT."

Luckily for Gloria she started coming just then. It wasn't a moment too soon. As her body rocked in the delicious convulsions of climax, Jim's eyes rolled upward and he yelped and began to fill her gripping twat with sizzling-hot come. They bucked and moaned together for a few moments, and then he staggered back, his limp dripping prick popping from her flooded box. Gloria curled up on the bed with a satisfied sigh, catching her breath.

"Well, thanks, baby," Jim said casually as he got into his clothes. "See you downstairs."

"Umm-hmm," Gloria sighed.

Jim opened the door and John Taylor tumbled into the room.

"What the hell?" Jim laughed.

Dr. Taylor blushed. "I'm afraid you caught me peeping," he said.

"You mean you were looking though the keyhole?" Jim said, barely able to contain his glee.

"That's about the size of it," John said, getting to his feet and brushing some dust off his suit. "I heard strange noises coming from the room, so I took a peek. Then, needless to say, I found it hard to stop looking. Sorry about that."

"No biggie," Jim laughed, "just as long as you don't tell anybody what you saw."

"My dear fellow, of course not," John said.

"Well, I gotta run," Jim said. "See you both later. And have fun." He went out, closing the door behind him.

"And just what did he mean by that?" Gloria snapped.

"What do you think?" John said, starting to take off his clothes.

"Oh, NO," Gloria wailed, "not you, too?"

"That's the price you pay, my dear," John said as he continued undressing. "You want to get to the top of the heap, but it isn't a free ride. You have to pay your dues. So if you don't want any of your new friends to know what you've been up to, you'd better take care of me, now."

Gloria pounded the bed with her little fists, totally frustrated. She wanted so much to be downstairs at the party, with Nancy Taylor introducing her to people and instead she was going to be upstairs balling Nancy's husband. There was no way out of it. Sighing, she resigned herself to losing a few more minutes before she could return to the party.

John Taylor approached the bed naked. By now his huge seven-inch dick was familiar to her, and Gloria wasn't especially aroused by the sight of the heavy weaving pole of pale flesh. She'd already had two powerful orgasms that night, and she wasn't very horny any more. But she dutifully rolled onto her back and opened her legs.

"Uh-uh," John said, "not that way. I want something different tonight. Remember what you started doing in my office?"

"I'm afraid I don't," Gloria said wearily.

"Then I'll remind you," he said with a wicked leer. He got onto the bed and lay down on his back, his rigid cock sticking straight up from its thick nest of black hairs. The head of his prick seemed as big as a doorknob to Gloria's dizzy gaze. It was leaking huge bubbles of hot cock-juice.

"Suck me off," he said.

Gloria moaned. If she had to blow anybody, why couldn't it have been Howard Ross with his skinny little prick? Why did it have to be John and his monster cock? Her lips ached just thinking about it. But there was nothing to do but get it over with.

"All right, John," she sighed, "but please try to come fast. I want to get back to the party."

"I'll do my best," he grinned.

Gloria knelt beside him, her big tits almost brushing his belly, and opened her mouth wide. She fitted it around the massive purple head of his cock, then slowly sucked inward, taking his oozing prick-head fight into her throat. His furry balls came to rest against her chin. Her mouth was almost achingly stuffed. Grimly she started to work, sucking hard and fast on his stiff thick meat.

"Ahhhhhh, yes," John sighed, "that's it. Suck me hard. It shouldn't take long."

Gloria sincerely hoped not. Her jaws were already sore from the vigorous sucking and wide stretching. She kept at it, her auburn hair flying, and John sighed with pleasure, his eyes rolling wildly, his red tongue darting out to lick his lips. His tasty cock-juice gushed out to pool on her tongue.

"Yes, my God, yes," he moaned. "Suck that dick, baby. SUCK IT."

Gloria put all her remaining energy into her blowjob, sucking even faster and harder on his steadily drooling dick. Glancing up, she saw that his face was flushing with lust, and she figured it wouldn't be long before he came. But just then the bedroom door opened.

"Hi there," said Stan Wells.

Gloria froze just as she was, John's cock lodged deep in her mouth, and John growled, "Stan, what the hell do you want?"

"I just want to join the fun," Stan said, walking over to the bed. "You two just go on with what you're doing. I won't be in the way."

John was too horny to wait. "All right," he groaned. "Go ahead, Gloria."

Gloria was hunched over him, her adorable little ass sticking up in the air, as she wearily went on with her blowjob. Then she felt something hot and hard and sticky pressing against the tiny mouth of her asshole. Stan Wells was kneeling behind her, grunting and pushing, trying to stick his swollen prick up her ass.

"UMPH!" Gloria exclaimed.

Before she could do anything else, Stan succeeded in popping his thick throbbing dick up her tiny tight bumhole. John saw what he was doing and held Gloria's head in place so she couldn't escape. What followed was a simultaneous rape of her mouth and asshole, two cocks pounding mercilessly at both ends of her body.

At first Gloria panicked, feeling sure that Stan's thick meat would rip her little brownie and that John's jerking cock would thrust right down her throat. But she forced herself to relax and take it, and soon she discovered that it didn't hurt. In fact there was a kind of wicked excitement in taking two pricks at once, one pounding frantically over her tongue, the other eagerly reaming her gripping bumhole.