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.
'Coming soon?' he grunted.
'Yes!' Margie wailed. 'Shoot it into me! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!'
Holding her legs in his arms, he began ramming his prick in and out of her cunt-channel in frenzy. The table shook under his thrusting.
Margie's big titties vibrated like jello. She wailed and moaned and quaked at the jackhammer thrusts of his fuck-pole.
'Oh, shit!' he cried out. 'Uunnnggghhh!'
Her pussy quivering, Gloria imagined the spurts of his come jetting into Margie's hot pussy. She watched the flexing of his ass cheeks as he drained his balls.
Margie groaned and heaved up her body as she received his hot load. When he finally pulled out, Gloria was shocked to see him suddenly crouch down and plaster his mouth against Margie's jism-filled cunt.
'Oh, God, yes!' Margie groaned. 'Suck me out! Eat me!'
With a grunt, the milkman began slurping up the cream he had so recently deposited in Margie's feverish cunt. He slurped and sucked until Margie spasmed in another come.
Resting on her elbows, her neck craned up so that she could look down at him, Margie began pumping her crotch at the milkman's face as he continued sucking, their combined juices and jism oozing out of her cunt- hole.
When it was finally over, Gloria was breathless. She leaned against the house a moment to recover her senses. Then she care fully stole away.
By the time she entered her own house, she was trembling with excitement and need. Her cunt was on fire.
She went directly to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. Stretching out on the bed, she pushed three fingers inside her cunt hole and began a furious masturbation.
Her knees pulled back, her teeth clenched, she finger-fucked her pussy with a rapid rhythm. It was no good. She had a small orgasm, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed a cock.
With a frustrated shudder, she pulled her hand out of her cunt and left the bed.
She decided to dress and go out. Somewhere in town there must be a place where she could pick up a man who would fuck her with no questions asked. She needed fucking so bad she would die if she didn't have it soon!
