Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

In her ecstatic haste she sucked it so deeply in the warm, saliva filled cavern of her mouth that it almost choked her and in order to regain her breath she began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse against her touch.

Tiny fires kept exploding with blinding ferocity in her brain as he moved it in and out in rhythm to the probing of his tongue below.

"ARGHhhhhhhhhhhh!" the animal-like groans burst from her lips as she tried to open her mouth wider and breathe in more air. She tried to think, to reason what was happening to her, but her mind refused to accept anything except the rolling waves of lust and passion that were erupting inside her like a constant undulating earthquake.

Her lips and tongue stopped their gentle caressing and, as she felt her climax raging towards a fiery threshold, she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his prick with all her strength! Her cheeks hollowed and swelled and her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him. Her lips were clasped tightly around its throbbing blood-filled head like an elastic rubber band, sucking it desperately, to make it cum.

And at the same time, she could feel the violent explosion beginning deep inside her and her fingers scratched crazily at the base of his swinging testicles as she reached feverishly to hurry her climax.

Then it came! – The hot waves of boiling, creamy liquid pouring in spasm after spasm into her mouth – and it was joined by the arching trembling of her hips as her orgasm erupted… exploded in blinding flashes of searing light and darkness…

Almost an eternity later she felt the man's weight lifting away from her. She lay there barely conscious and tried to still the uncontrollable quivering in her legs, the bed seemed to come up and wrap around her, enveloping her in a soft cocoon of darkness and warmth – calming her and allowing her to drift off into a state of unknowing peace.

A seeming eternity later, she could hear a man's voice in the interminable distance.

"Okay, man, she's all yours and I want you to give it to her good so's she'll remember this as long as she lives."

Then, again, she felt the gentle dancing of fingers across her thighs and up to her breasts. They felt so soothing and tender and she lay with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the erotic sensations that were once more spreading through her sweat-glistening body.

Deke Vito stood at one side, watching for a moment before he went into the bathroom. That little bitch is the wildest thing I've had in years, he thought triumphantly. If I'da known she was going to turn on like that I never woulda waited this long. He smiled softly to himself, knowing that now he had young Mrs. Dutton exactly where he wanted her and by the time the Negro got through with her and she regained consciousness, she would be so shamed and humiliated at what she had done that she would never resist him or any demands he might make on her again. And… that sniveling little husband of hers would never have the courage of object with all the money he owed him.

Christ! I'd better hurry with that shower, he suddenly thought, I don't wanna miss any of this. He spent a few more seconds watching the huge black man and the girl on the bed and moved reluctantly into the bathroom.

Laura's back arched and she squirmed as she felt the pressure of the hands on her body slowly increasing. She could feel them kneading the softness of her flesh like dough, first her thighs and then the full curves of her hips, moving over her like a sensuous Oriental massage as she lay weakly on her back.

Her nipples hardened again as the fingers moved to her breasts and she felt their ivory fullness being cupped in two huge palms, felt the heat as her breasts were completely enveloped by the massiveness of the hands that held her…

Her eyelids seemed so heavy and she strained to open them, to see the gentleness of the man that touched her – to add the pleasure of sight to the delicious senses of touch that filled her.

It took a moment for her eyes to focus and then she saw him over the swelling curves of her breasts – saw the hands, the huge shoulders, and the glistening ebony skin. As she stared at his contrasting blackness it took a moment for her to realize who he was.

A scream started to build in her throat, but it was cut off by another wave of ecstasy as his hands moved down her body again to cup the raised triangular mound between her legs… he sat at her side and his hands caressed and molded the sparse, hair-covered mound between her legs as if to change its shape.

She stared at the broadness of his back, divided by the deep furrow, and she saw that his skin was flawless and shining – and rippled with great bands of muscles.

Then his hands began to move tenderly down the soft inner skin of her thighs, and she threw her head back moaning and closed her eyes again – reveling in the delicious sensations that raced through her eager body.

"SHhhhhhhh, honey, Black Jack ain't gonna hurt you."

She heard the deep rumbling voice and realized that it was the huge Negro that had spoken. Spoken to her! And then she felt an insane desire to laugh. The giant black man could talk. Wouldn't it be something if she went downstairs to tell of her discovery – and then explained how she had found our!

She started to answer him, to tell him that she weren't afraid. That all she wanted was for him never to stop teasing her with those huge, gentle hands, but no words came out because his caresses started another wave of trembling desire rushing though her.

She vaguely heard the low thunder of his voice as he moved up to lie beside her and whispered soft sounds and words into her ear.

Then, she ran her hands exploringly and tentatively down his chest, feeling his massive power and size. She moved her hand further down until it touched the wiry curls of black pubic hair… then just slightly further until her fingers enclosed the great throbbing shaft that rose from the center of his loins.

My God! she thought in her drug induced delirium, I'll never be able to take him. It's so big! Then, with passion driven courage, she almost cautiously, ran her hand up the entire length of his throbbing penis, trying to encircle it with her fingers – but they wouldn't reach all the way around it.

His hands, the touch of such a huge man next to her, began to arouse her almost beyond belief. Her legs began to tremble and quiver and she arched for him to come to her – to shove it into her pleading body.

As she scratched her fingernails across the pulsing fullness of his penis it seemed to grow even more, not steadily, but in a series of slightly jerking pulsations.

"Ohhhh, please… do it to me…" she pleaded softly through lust contorted lips, "I want you inside me! You're so big… so strong… Oh God, do it to meee…"

At her words he began to slide over on top of the girl beneath him and positioning himself between her open thighs.

When she felt him kneeling on all fours above her she spread her legs out wide as far as she could, drawing her knees up until they touched her white, flaccid breasts trying to open herself far enough to accept the huge organ that he was gleefully lowering toward her arching vagina…

She reached down with her hands surrounding his hardened cock with her fingers to guide his mixture of fear and desire penetrating her entire being.

"It's so big… God, I'm afraid… I can't, do it, I can't take it!"

The words gushed forth deliriously as she tried to stop him, but it was too late. The giant Negro was not going to let her go now.

"Don't you worry, little honey, I ain't gonna hurt you," he grinned down at her helplessness through ivory white teeth. "I'm gonna go real easy…"

And he lowered himself with the aid of her hesitant hands until the smooth rubbery head of his cock touched the hot, moist opening of her vagina. She felt the great, black shaft begin to part the soft, fleshy slit and insinuate its way lasciviously between the smooth, hair-lined lips of her cunt, lubricated already by the flowing juices of her aroused body.