He pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad tan chest, which was thickly matted with white hairs. Gloria felt a sizzling spurt of juice from her aroused cunt. She could hardly wait to get it on with this man. Howard Ross hadn't been much of a turn-on, but Stan Wells was one of the sexiest dudes she'd ever seen.
Stan slipped out of his tennis shorts and stood in just his jockey shorts, crotch bulging lewdly. He kept his eyes hotly glued to Gloria's gleaming red slit as he slowly lowered his last garment. Gloria watched in lusty fascination as his cock popped into view. She saw six inches of thick swollen pale meat, and her starved little twat gushed another flood of steamy cream.
Stan's prick hugged his belly stiffly, the shaft milky-white and laced with little blue veins, the head hugely swollen and purple. The small slit mouth of his cock-head was leaking bright little bubbles of juice. Below the thick white hairs of his bush, his rosy balls were hanging round and taut and full. Gloria quivered with lusty impatience.
"Now we'll have a little fun," Stan said.
He climbed onto the bed beside her and used one hand to paw her big swollen tits. The other hand crept softly down her body till it rested on her fluffy auburn muff. He pressed gently, and Gloria felt ripples of excitement going though her belly. She hoped he'd play with her pussy the way Howard had done.
She wasn't disappointed. Stan slid one stiff finger through the soft reddish-brown curls of her bush and touched the moist pulsating lump of her clit. Gloria gave a little squeal of excitement, which turned into a husky moan when he began rubbing her clit with his fingertip. Ripples of hot pleasure melted her famished pussy.
"Oooooooo, I like that," she squealed.
She didn't have to tell him. Her body was already letting him know how much she liked having her clit frigged. Her slim but curvy hips moved helplessly in time with his stroking finger, and her horny little cunt gushed hot sticky juice all over his hand. Her large round breasts swelled up taut and pointed.
"You really do dig this," Stan chuckled as he felt his finger drenched with her cunt-juice. "You act like nobody ever did it to you before."
"Nobody did," Gloria sighed. "My husband – I was married to him for seven years – just didn't believe in foreplay."
"Then he was probably balling a dry box," Stan said, "and that's just what he deserved."
It was all too true. Eddie used to call her frigid because her cunt was dry, but it was only because he hadn't warmed her up before fucking her. Poor Eddie. Too bad he couldn't have taken some lessons from Stan. Stan's expertly stroking finger was making her pussy soaking wet with steamy cunt-cream.
"I bet you'll dig this, too," Stan chuckled.
He slid his cream-slick finger off her hot little clit and stroked farther down in her swollen red gash, tickling into the hot folds of her pussylips, then rimming the very mouth of her small drooling box. Gloria shivered and moaned with pleasure. Not even Howard had played with her pussy so well.
"Ummmmmmm," Gloria sighed, "yesssss."
Stan grinned down at her as he stroked and explored her gash. He was clearly proud of his work, and he had every reason to be. Gloria's whole body hummed with excitement, and each little stroke and probe and tickle of his finger made her moan with pleasure. Then she felt him slowly inserting his stiff middle finger right up her cunt.
"Oh, God, YES," Gloria gasped.
Stan eased his finger gradually, teasingly, up her red-hot creaming box, slowly filling the tight clinging passage. It was like a miniature cock, and Gloria felt dizzy with pleasure as she took it. Her powerful cunt muscles closed around his finger and gripped it hungrily. She felt like she could come any second.
"Feel good?" Stan chuckled. "Oh, yesssss," Gloria cried.
"I bet this will feel even better," Stan laughed.
He began to jerk his finger up and down in her steamy wet twat, moving it just like a cock. Gloria moaned loudly and soaked his probing finger with hot fragrant cunt-cream. She arched her body up stiffly, seeking all the sweet friction she could get. Stan frigged her steadily till she was just on the brink of coming – then popped his finger out of her box.
"I don't want to spoil you," he laughed. "Why don't you do something for me now?"
"Of course," Gloria said eagerly. "What do you want me to do, Stan?"
He flopped onto his back and said with a wicked grin, "Play with my cock."
Gloria reddened. Needless to say, Eddie had never asked her to touch his cock or get him hard. He was always in too big a hurry to ball. She had no idea how to touch a man there, how to please him. But she wanted very much to please Stan. She'd just have to trust to her instincts.
She knelt beside him and timidly reached out to touch his prick. Stan's six-inch dick was pointing right at the ceiling, thick and stiff and oozing big steamy bubbles of cock-juice. Gloria gently curled her fingers around the fat pale stalk. She felt instant excitement. It was fun to hold that satin-skinned throbbing pole. Gently she started to pump his meat.
"Don't be bashful," Stan chuckled. "Do it harder, faster. It sure as hell won't break."
Gloria did as he asked, running her little fist swiftly up and down the silky hot shaft of his cock, adding more and more pressure. As she did so, his prick-juice started to boil out, running down from the purple knobby cock-head to moisten her fingers. Her pumping got faster, slicker. Stan's grin broadened into a horny twisted leer.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he panted, "frig my dick. Yeah, yeah, that's real good."
Just playing with his cock, turning him on like that, made Gloria almost unbearably excited. For years she'd secretly yearned to play with Eddie's cock, but she knew he wouldn't go for it. Now at last she had a chance to touch and explore a cock to her heart's content. And with, her free hand she boldly reached out and began to tickle Stan's swollen rosy nut sacs.
"Yeah, go, honey, go," Stan panted.
Gloria was so excited that her steamy cunt-cream was overflowing her box and running down her thighs. Eddie had never gotten her so aroused. She pumped Stan's hat silky prick faster and faster, until finally he jerked her hand away and swiftly knelt behind her.
"W-What are you doing?" Gloria gasped.
"Balling you, baby," Stan chuckled.
She felt him seizing her hips from behind, poking the rock-hard swollen head of his dick into the moist little mouth of her cunt. She moaned as he went into her, both pleased and surprised. Eddie fucked in only one position, on top of her, and she'd never done it dog-style before. She wailed with pleasure as Stan's thick cock butted her womb.
"Oh, God, yes," Gloria yelped, "Fuck ME." Stan just chuckled, then began slamming his swollen meat furiously up and down in her tight soaked twat. It was a rough, almost savage fucking, but Gloria wailed with delight. She needed a thorough hard balling to make up for all those months without a man. In less than a minute she felt herself rising to the verge of climax.
"Oooooooo, yes, yes," she whined, "make me come, Stan. Just a little more. Ohhhhh, yes, ohhhhhhhh."
Gloria's ripe curvy body writhed and bucked as she came in an explosive climax, and Stan had to grip her hips hard to stay in the saddle. But he sawed away steadily, fucking her fast and hard and deep, making her orgasm doubly intense. She almost fainted with pleasure, and when her spasms had finally died down, he was still balling her, his thick stiff meat reaming the gushing juice right out of her clinging box.
"Do it to me again," Gloria whined. "Make me come again, Stan, I just love it."
"Greedy little bitch," he laughed.
But he did as she asked, and it was only four orgasms later that he finally yelped and shot his steamy come into her. Gloria collapsed, panting. She'd never been so thoroughly fucked in her life.
"You're a great piece of ass, baby," Stan said as he got dressed. "I'll see what I can do for you."
"Stan," Gloria said, "I want to be accepted in this neighborhood more than anything. If only the women would give me a chance."
"I'll be back in a few days," Stan promised. "If anybody can get you in, I will. But of course you're going to go on being nice to me, aren't you, Gloria?"