Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

Her whole inside seemed to be stretching, expanding to receive him. There wasn't much pain at first, just a straining belt of tightness spreading through her loins, then it began to hurt her.

"OHhhhhhhh… Ohhhhh! No…! I can't stand it, it's too much… Ohhh no!" she screamed. Over and over again, twisting and writhing beneath him as though he were impaling her with the hard, blunt end of a barbaric spear.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain slowly subsided and was replaced with a growing flood of lustful desire. He ventured deeper into her, but so gradually that the increase was almost imperceptible and the pain that would otherwise have been unbearable was erased by the hot slippery fluids flowing from the walls of her wide-stretched pussy.

But, the huge Negro was still too monstrous for her and was unable to completely bury his lust-swollen prick all the way down into the straining wall of her tiny, tight vagina. When he found that he had probed as far as he could go, there still remained almost two inches of his massive prick outside her.

She held her knees spread apart as far as possible and raised her hips even higher, desperately trying to absorb more of him, but it was no use.

The man remained motionless for several seconds, allowing her body to become accustomed to his great size, but she clawed at his back and tried to get slim to move within her.

"Please… please! I want you to fuck me now! I've never felt anything so big… so long… please!" Her words echoed against his ears and he couldn't hold himself any longer.

The girl felt the muscles in his buttocks flexing as with a deep-throated grunt he began to drive himself into her with great, powerful stokes. She strained and squirmed up against the huge, hot shaft that pounded relentlessly deeper and deeper into her arching body…

"Oh my God… My God…! you're splitting me open… you're so big… so HOT!" Her cries filled the room as the great glistening black body, dripping with sweat, thrust again and again, harder and faster into the burning heat of her cunt.

Deke Vito stood there, still wet from the shower, in a silk robe and – listening and watching as Black Jack, throaty, animal noises coming from his mouth, mercilessly drove his huge, throbbing cock mercilessly down into the ivory-white body beneath him.

Though now only a voyeur, the gambler felt his passion rising as he stared vicariously at the erotic scene before him. He watched until he could stand it no longer and then began to stroke himself beneath the folds of his robe. The cries and moans from the bed drove him into a near frenzy and as the pressure mounted in his body his eyes closed in lustful passion until they were opened by a loud erotic scream from the young, flailing girl.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh God, I'm cumming, I'm cummmming!" she cried, grinding her churning buttocks tight up into the loins of the Negro fucking her.

He came then, simultaneously with the girl as she jerked violently on the bed and her screams echoed throughout the room. He watched the giant man above her as he too shook convulsively, spurting his hot, liquid sperm far up into her quivering belly, and finally collapsed upon the trembling body of the twice-fucked girl beneath him.

The room quieted as her moans subsided gradually into silence and there was only the wet, sucking sound of the Negro withdrawing from between her legs and rising from the bed. In the stillness Vito realized the girl had fainted dead away, her arms and legs spread obscenely out on the mattress as though she were a mannequin devoid of all human mobility.

Now she's mine, all mine, he cackled victoriously to himself, and I'm gonna make sure it stays that way.

She didn't know how much later it was as she awoke with her head throbbing and myriads of confused memories tumbling in her mind. She shook her head and tried to wipe away the hazy mist from her eyes.

There was only one dim light in the bedroom and it was several moments before she realized where she was, and remembered what had happened earlier. The young girl stumbled from the bed, feeling a violent wave of revulsion shake through her as she saw the streaked stains of semen covering her loins and thighs and the bedcovers strewn all over the floor.

About fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom feeling a little better. The shower had washed away some of the degradation she had felt, though her body still tingled slightly especially around her thighs and she had at least one thought that eased her self-disgust a little…

I've paid my debt, she thought, I lost the bet but I've certainly kept up my end of the bargain. Now he has to give me the contract for Johnny to sign and forget the money that Johnny owes him.

As she dressed she heard soft laughter coming from the other room. The living room. It was probably Deke Vito, and when the thought of once again facing him after the obscene humiliations he had subjected her to came to her she felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes. She angrily wiped them away. That bastard! I'll get that contract and walk out of here as if nothing ever happened – and I swear to God he'll never get near me again!

Laura opened the door and stepped into the soft music and laughter in the living room. Deke Vito sat on the couch, dressed once more in the dinner jacket and satin-striped formal trousers. Either he or the other man with him had apparently said something they thought was funny because they were both laughing uproariously. The other man was a gambler Laura had frequently seen around the casino.

Harry Goldman. An obesely fat man with great bouncing jowls that gave him the appearance of a huge breeding hog. They didn't hear her when she first came into the room and she stood there watching the two of them, the dapper, greasy smaller man and the far one with his loud maroon dinner jacket, lace ruffled shirt, and black stringed tie.

Harry Goldman was a notoriously wealthy man, rumored to be mired up with the Mob, and one of the club's most prized customers. She'd seen him many times at the crap tables and tried to avoid him ever since he reached out and pinched her on the rear once so hard that it had left a large purple bruise.

What a pair, she thought, they fit together beautifully. The two most obnoxious men I've ever known, side by side.

Then it occurred to her that Vito had probably told Goldman everything that had happened in the other room, and she felt her resolve to face Vito defiantly starting to disappear. But, there was no other way out. She had to see him to get that contract, to get Johnny out of the trouble he was in. She moved forward.

Both men heard her and turned around. Surprisingly, they both stood up and Vito moved toward the bar.

"Laura, baby, feelin' any better? Here, let me make you a little drink." He picked up a bottle and turned to her again. "Hey, baby, you know Mr. Goldman, don't you?" He chuckled, and added, "He knows you."

"Hello, Laura. Sure I know you, never have been able to keep my eyes offa you downstairs." The fat man's high squeaky voice came as a surprise in a man so large.

"Deke, may I speak to you privately?" she said ignoring Goldman's introduction and trying to keep her voice calm.

Vito walked over to her and placed a drink in her hand, talking as he crossed the room, "Hey, baby, whaddya mean private? That's not polite. Mr. Goldman's one of our best customers, sorta one of the family you might say." He laughed and turned to the other man. "Ain't that right, Harry? Besides, Laura, baby, me and Harry ain't got no secrets."

"No, Deke, I don't think we do," the man answered with a facetious tone in his voice. "Unless Laura here wants to keep something from me."

"Aw, she wouldn't wanna do that. Laura's too nice a girl for that… much too nice." He laughed almost mockingly. "The nicest girl I've ever known, if you know what I mean."