Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

"Faster…! harder… that's it… I'm cuummming… I'm cuuuummm…"

His words were lost to her as she felt the hot, rushing spurts of fluid jetting into her mouth. She had to swallow as quickly as she could to avoid choking… he kept cumming and her head spun and she felt like she was drowning…

Then the flooding liquid slowed, though his penis remained stiff and throbbing for several moments more. It had been to much for her and as he pulled himself out of her arching mouth the silver-grey fluid dribbled from her lips and trickled lewdly down her chin.

She fell to the floor, crying, at his feet, great wracking sobs filling the room.

She barely felt it as he picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. He rolled her on her stomach and left her there with her soft, flaccid breasts pressed hard down into the mattress.

She had lain there crying for several minutes, trying somehow to understand what had made him change so, had made him so violent – and trying to bury the disgust and revulsion she felt so that she wouldn't cry out and ruin it all. Then, as she lay there trembling, she felt him crawl onto the bed beside her.

Oh my God, no! she thought, I can't stand any more. She felt the bed sag as he moved closer to her and then his hands as he began to run them firmly up and down her back.

She lay there on her stomach trembling, closing her eyes as if she was trying to close out the present, trying to make herself believe that she was somewhere else.

The fat man slid further down on the bed and then raised himself to straddle her thighs. He sat above her and then bent forward to run his hands up her legs until he grasped the tensed mounds of her buttocks.

He began to roll them in his thick, pudgy fingers – kneading and molding them like ivory clay. He massaged her like this for almost ten minutes, never saying a word and hearing nothing but soft moans from her, and then gradually he felt the tightened muscles in her thighs and buttocks losing their tenseness and relaxing beneath his kneading fingers.

Laura lay there determined at first to resist any movement he made toward her and then slowly succumbing to the warm pleasure that his touch was giving her.

She didn't understand what he was doing to her, or why his massage concentrated only on her buttocks. It was such a strange sensation to have just one part of her body so gently caressed and touched – it was strange but extremely pleasant. It seemed to have been going on for hours and she could feel the warmth of his hands spreading through her. The pain and disgrace that she had felt moments ago seemed to be disappearing and she lay there completely relaxed as he continued to sun his hands and fingers across her soft fleshy buttocks – encircling each in his huge cupped palm and running his thumbs side by side down in between the shadowed crevice separating them. Occasionally his fingers would brush teasingly across the small, tight circle of her anus or, even further down, touch the soft moistening lips of her vagina – and when this happened small tremors of excitement would ripple up gently into her belly.

Harry Goldman sat above her, lifting his weight slightly with his knees so that he wouldn't hurt her, and watched her body quiver each time he touched her anus or cunt. He knew that soon he would have her in the state of passion that was necessary for him to make love to her the way he wanted.

He had always been grossly overweight. Even as a very small child he had suffered the taunts of the other children – had always known the torment that a only a very fat child experiences.

And it followed that he was almost twenty before he had even held a girl in his arms – and he'd had to pay for that one. With no women as a distraction, Harry Goldman had immersed himself in his one dedication – making money – and now his immense wealth allowed him to buy almost any woman he wanted, but it still filled him with blinding anger when he realized that without his money no woman would even look at him.

It was this that made him act the way he did each time he found himself with another woman he had had to pay for each time he realized that the only way he would ever find love in his lifetime would be to buy it.

The girl's moans snapped him out of his moment of self-pity and he looked down again at the warm, voluptuous young body beneath him. He watched her buttocks arching and falling beneath his touch and felt the desire in his loins fanning into hot, licking flame again.

Laura was beginning to lose all control of her senses, his hands were driving her crazy. She lay beneath him and squirmed with the excitement of his almost magical touch, the fire burning deep down in her loins fanned to greater and greater heights of creeping pleasure with each passing second of the obscene teasing of his hands.

Oh God, she groaned down into the mattress, her face pressed tight into it to stifle back the lewd, gutteral grunts of rising desire seeping involuntarily from between her tightly clenched teeth. She had vowed to herself that tonight, tonight she would not let her body run away with her as it had done with others. Tonight her body would give all that was expected of her but nothing more, her mind and soul were Johnny's, all Johnny's and she just couldn't let those depraved, stroking hands conquer her, she just couldn't!

But… the gloating man straddling her naked and vulnerable body from behind was persistent and he could feel the victory he so desperately desired just a moment away. Her buttocks ground lasciviously beneath his caresses and he could sense the sudden urgency of the tremors rippling sensuously across her flesh.

One more moment, he grinned, his thick, rubbery lips wet from the anticipation of her total surrender.

One more moment…

"Ooooooooh God, what are you dooing to meeee," he gleefully heard her moan down into the softness of the mattress, her voice thick with a forced desire.

One more moment…

"Ooooooooooh, God!" she moaned again, twisting her head to the side so that he could see the effect his relentless teasing of her heated loins was having upon her. Laura, her buttocks churning involuntarily beneath him fought with all her inner strength against the lewd, carnal urges now racing almost out of control through her tortured body… but… it was not enough…

Oh please, please… she thought… don't let it happen… Dear God, don't let it happen like this…

And then it did!

It felt to the guilt stricken girl as though a great hot gush of living flame suddenly licked out and curled its way deep up into the steaming walls of her tortured vagina and to her sudden horror she found the words she had sworn not use tumbling haphazardly from her moaning lips…

"Ohooooohhh, do it to me," she hissed back at him, trying to turn her head so that she could watch his hands working maddeningly back there between her open thighs.

"Do what?" he grinned down triumphantly at her lust contorted face as she looked helplessly and glassy-eyed back at the rising hardness of his cock.

"Oh God, fuck me," she half whispered as though the words had to be torn from her throat. "Fuck me on my knees."

"Okay, baby, and remember you asked for it," he spat victoriously down at her squirming back, the sweat beginning to form in glistening white drops on his upper lip. "Put your ass in the air," he commanded.

Without hesitation, she arched her hips even higher, and then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her to her knees. She kept raising herself until she knelt before him on all fours – she felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished he would hurry, hurry and come inside her…

He probed tentatively at her with his swollen penis, searching for the hot moistness of her vagina, felt her buttocks clasping at his jerking penis as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice, past her anus, to the eager hair-lined opening that awaited him.