He'd seen and possessed her body innumerable times, and they both knew what positions they liked, what foreplay they liked, what would turn each of them on and off, but Gloria was practiced and charming and could somehow make each time seem the first time. It was incredible and uncanny to him how she could do it, and a hell of good substitute for the desire to conquer which ran so strongly through him. And he could do anything to her he wanted in bed, and she loved it; she loved cock. She wouldn't do one trick he'd ever asked her, but then few women would. Which was too bad, because the ones who did loved it.

Yes, it was too bad that Gloria wasn't a virginal, naturally reluctant woman – but then, once a woman had let her passion overcome her inclinations, she never was. And it was too bad that Gloria didn't like King. As David Preston had told her: love me, love my dog…

But at that moment, fired with the building heat of his loins, his penis and testicles swollen and painful with arousal that wanted to burst the confines of his clothes and spew orgasmically into the hungry, wet tunnel of Gloria's hotly sticking vagina, he didn't care about her drawbacks. He reached for the button and zipper on her shorts, but she stopped him.

"The bedroom, Davy-boy. Let's try out your new mattress, hmmm? Let's throw our own, private little housewarming party. Just you and me and that lovely big cock of yours…"

They entered the bedroom and Preston took his shirt and threw it on the room's single chair and Gloria slid her blouse off, using her palms, and rotating her loins salaciously as she inched the tight shorts down along her long, curvaceous legs until they lay puddled at her now shoe-less feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded and smoky, and she watched his face intensely as she undressed, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra, pulling the sheer, white cups away from her firm breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, flickering gaze. She dropped the bra on her shorts and then raised her hands to mold her full, rich mounds, kneading them the way he would be doing soon.