Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

He felt his prick brush across the softness of her pubic hair and finally reach the pulsating lips of her vagina. His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing juices inside her had completely lubricated her with a hot, slippery wetness that made it easy for him to worm his throbbing penis into the smooth tight gripping flesh between her legs.

Laura almost screamed in pleasure as she felt him coming into her – he seemed so hot, so Goddamned big and hot!

"OHhhhhhhhhhhllhaaaa… yes…! yes, put it into me, all of it… fill me with it, Harry! Fill me with it!"

The fat man grinned, his thick lips curling wetly back over his teeth and began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes – not hurrying, and leaning back and watching his penis moving in and out of her vagina… he watched the soft, pink flesh gripping him, clasping his prick and pulsating against him. He felt the muscles deep inside her flexing and constricting against his huge shaft as he fucked deeper and deeper up inside her.

Then he began to withdraw from her. He gleefully watched her pushing back on the bed, trying to recapture him – to retain the fullness of his prick.

"Nooooo, don't stop… don't leave me… please, put your prick back into me! Harry, I want you to fuck me… Harry, please…"

But he paid no attention to her muffled cries, withdrawing completely and began to rub his prick up and down against the soft pools of whitish liquid that had formed along the lips of her vagina. He did this over and over again until his penis was completely covered with a thin film of her hot, white passion.

"Ooooooh… Harry, please…! Please put it into me…! Don't tease me like this… don't tease me…"

Then he took his throbbing penis in his hand and guided it toward her tiny, round anus, moving carefully, until its head rested against the small, tight circle.

Suddenly, through the heat of desire, Laura realized what he was going to do and cried out in fright. "No, Harry… No…! please, it won't fit… you'll hurt me…! please don't."

But he grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her hard against him, and began to inch his way into the rubbery tightness of her rectum. He paid no attention to her cries as he continued to force his way deeper and deeper, feeling the taut elasticity, the rubbery stricture loosening ever so slightly to accept the un-natural intrusion of his huge burrowing penis…

I can't stand it! I can't stand it… he's going to split me in half! Oh God, no, don't let him do this to me! Her mind screamed out in agony as he kept driving deeper into her. She thought she was going to faint from the pain, and then suddenly, before she realized it, he was all the way inside her, and he stopped. There was no movement and the pain slowly began to subside, leaving only a great burning fire inside her. She felt his hand move down, and his fingers slide down under her stomach and around into her pulsating vagina – she felt his fingers moving, moving against the thin membrane that separated them from the huge cock that was buried so deeply in her rectum.

And, she felt the fiery heat spreading through her tortured body as the lustful desires of her entire being took control and urged him to continue.

She began to move back and forth against him.

"Oh my God, Harry… it's so big! Bury it in me… Burn me with it…! Hurry… hurry! Burn me with it!"

They screamed at each other, the words driving them into a wild, lewd frenzy of uncontrolled lust and passion. A last blurted image of Johnny's face flickered through her glazed mind and then burst into a thousand pieces of fire and desire.

"Whore…! You bitch, can you feel me deep in your ass… answer me, Goddamn you!"

"Oh, yes… oh yes… you're tearing me in half… you're fucking me to death… you're fucking me to death!"

She screamed words at him she'd never said aloud before. She shouted every obscenity she'd ever heard at the fat man who drove into her with such pounding ferocity.

"Faster… faster! Ram it into me! I want to feel it all the way up into my throat. Split me with it… split me with it!"

And he shouted back at her. All the pain the loneliness he'd known in his childhood came out in a flood of angry screams. He slammed his body against her ass mercilessly, pounding against her and trying to wipe out the ugliness he'd known all his life.

He heard her screaming that she was cumming, screaming for him to hurry, and he felt the impending explosion rising in his belly as her words drove him towards a wild, climatic frenzy… "AHhhhhhmggghhhhh… I'm cuuumnniinnngg… Harry, I'm cuumminngg… Oh my God! Hurry…hurry, hurrryyyy!"

Then it burst inside them simultaneously. Great blinding explosions ripping through quivering flesh, a boiling eruption of flaming lava blowing skywards from wildly exploding volcanoes of lust and desire.

Laura screamed again as she felt the hot, white sperm ricocheting deep up into her wide stretched rectum. It seemed to last forever, colors and flames erupting over and over again, driving her into senseless exhaustion. As she fell forward on the squeaking bed, her breasts pressed tight down into the swaying mattress.

Then it ended. Ended in the quivering collapse of two drained and helpless bodies. And a huge shaking mass that fell onto the trembling softness beneath it. It was over. Over and done.

"Driver," the exhausted looking girl said for the second time.

He couldn't hear her, and then she saw the sliding panel that separated the passenger compartment from the driver's seat of the Rolls Royce. Sliding it open, she spoke again.

"Driver, don't take me home. Take me to the casino." And then fell back into the seat and squirmed slightly to ease the pain down between her buttocks. Her mind recoiled completely from any memory of what had happened to her. She could only lie there in the comforting darkness of the silent car and try to concentrate on the soft music from the stereo system.

She was going to the casino to see Deke Vito, to get the contract for Johnny – and then she was going away. She'd tell Johnny what had happened, how horrible it had been, then she'd go home for the two weeks it would take until he began his engagement in San Francisco. She loved him so much and would hate to be away from him that long, but she couldn't face another day in the casino. Couldn't face the thought of ever seeing Deke Vito… or even worse, the possibility of ever facing that horrible fat man again who had taken her in the most degrading way possible… and made her grovel for it.

The sleek silver and grey Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the casino, and the chauffeur whose name she'd never even heard came around to help her out. She wondered if he even had a name, and she wished he hadn't stopped in so obvious a place, under all those lights. She felt that anyone who saw her would know exactly where she'd been and what she'd been doing.

She walked into the brightness of the casino, through the milling throngs of tourist gamblers, and looked for Johnny. Then she realized that it was late enough for him to have already finished his last set and decided that he'd probably already gone home.

She still looked for him but found him nowhere. And she wished with all her heart that he'd been waiting there for her, that it could be he that went to see Deke Vito instead of her having to do. Well, it doesn't matter, she thought, this is the last time I'll ever have to see that horribly greasy man again.

Laura Dutton pushed her way through the crowds at the tables, searching for Deke Vito. But he wasn't at his usual crap table and she couldn't find him in any of the restaurants. Finally, one of the cocktail waitress whispered that she thought he was upstairs in Mornay's suite. It seemed that the casino owner had brought in a select crowd and they'd all gone upstairs for some private gambling. Mr. Mornay was a legendary figure around the clubs, mostly because no one ever really saw him. Word would just come down that The Boss was upstairs and whatever he ordered would be sent up.