Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

The sight of so many men and women caressing and pawing at each other aroused strange sensations of excitement and desire, sensations that raced through her like a small, growing blaze.

She had seen the circulating waiters pouring drinks for everyone from a single cut glass decanter, and in a blurred way it occurred to her that the drink Deke Vito had given her had something to do with the way she felt.

Then Laura saw the giant Nubian, Black Jack, tossing huge, red velvet pillows on the floor in the middle of the room. She wondered what they'd be used for, and she heard the soft rustled whispering as the man arranged what seemed to be a circular velvet arena with them.

Then she heard Deke Vito trying to quiet everyone. The raucous laughter and shouting at the tables was stilled as everyone stopped gambling and tried to find a seat. The huge rounded bed sank under the weight of about five couples and others settled themselves in a circle around the large red pillows.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the man standing in the center broke the silence, "I think it's time we turned our thoughts from money to the more important joys of life."

He paused, grinning at the murmurs of assent. "Before we each go our individual ways," Deke Vito laughed aloud, "I thought I might be able to provide a little inspiration. Yeah, a little inspiration for the rest of us."

Laura glanced nervously around her and thought she saw a slight flicker of fear pass across the other girls faces and then she looked back at Vito.

He turned to the huge black man behind him. "Black Jack, why don't you go get ready while we have our little drawing."

The man left, and Vito turned back to the seated crowd. "Gentlemen, would one of you be kind enough to pull a name out of this bowl?" He held out a large silver bowl with several slips of paper in it to the man nearest him.

Taking the proffered slip of paper from the man's hand, he read the name aloud: "Jacqueline!"

There was a puzzled murmur as everyone looked around, and then a small, lovely redhead was pushed forward until she stood before him.

"Ah, yes, Jacqueline… gorgeous, isn't she?" he added as he turned to the men. The girl laughed and kissed him on the cheek Laura could see that the small girl was a little puzzled, but too drunk to really care as she stood posing provocatively before the rapt audience.

"Jacqueline, you'll do just fine. 'Course, you're still a little too dressed." He smiled wickedly and continued, "Why don't you let the men here give you a hand in removing some of those things."

He nudged her toward the man just in front of her, and she stood smiling and obligingly as he unzipped her green dress.

Then, the men moved forward anxiously and each one eagerly helped to remove her clothes. The room was filled with loud laughter and cheers as each garment was thrown into the air, and then quieted when the girl stood there completely nude.

The noise and excitement had sobered Laura slightly. I wonder what they're going to do to that poor girl, she thought, but noticed that the girl, Jacqueline, didn't seem to be worried at all as she stepped back laughing to stand beside Deke Vito.

The crowd edged forward and waited for Vito to speak again. The tension and lust hung in the air like a great cloud as they watched the gambler run his fingertips across the girl's firm, erect nipples.

"How about you, kid? You ready for a little fun?" He chuckled as he posed the question to the girl at his side.

"Sure, Deke, you know me. I'm always ready. What do you want me to do?" But, the answer to her question was readily apparent as a door opened and Black Jack stepped into the room.

The giant black man wore only a white silk robe and looked like an enormous prize-fighter as he strode into the center of the velvet cushion circle.

A multi-voiced gasp filled the room as everyone realized what was about to take place. And then there was a wild, excited clamor as Deke Vito helped the Negro remove his robe.

Even Laura, who only vaguely remembered having been made love to by the giant Negro, was started by the man's phenomenal development. My God! I couldn't have taken any man that big, she thought, it's physically impossible.

The little redhead, seeming even smaller by comparison with the tremendous man, shrank away from him – and looked as if she wanted to run until Deke Vito grabbed her.

"Hold on, Jackie, baby, we won't let him hurt you," he grinned obscenely.

Black Jack picked the hesitant girl up and then, kneeling, he laid her down on her back on the pillows.

Laura stared as the man began to caress the reclining girl gently, felt the heat of remembrance in her own body as she watched the huge ebony hands gliding across the girl's milky white skin. The lewdly exciting scene continued for several moments in absolute quietness. No one seemed to be willing to break the stillness, or to interrupt the sensuous scene before them.

Then, softly at first, the audience could hear the low, throaty moans coming from the girl. Her pleading groans changed the mood in the room, and everyone started talking excitedly and moving even closer in order to watch more carefully.

Laura's legs trembled as the girl on the floor began arching her back and crying out to the Negro to heap greater and greater indignities upon her. The drug that Deke Vito had passed around had effected everyone, though not as much as the trembling Laura – Deke had pound Laura's drink himself and had purposely given her considerably more than the others.

The giant black man rolled over onto his back and lay there passively as Jacqueline began to nibble at his shining skin with tiny, darting bites – and began to stroke his chest with her hands.

Laura felt the fire building up in her inflamed body as she watched Black Jack's penis begin to swell in a series of jerking pulsations – growing to an unbelievable size. She shouldered her way forward until she stood just above the writhing couple. Everyone was too intent to notice the enraptured brunette, except Deke Vito and he watched her with obvious satisfaction. Licking his lips lewdly, he envisioned his plans for Laura Dutton.

Laura, with the others, watched in amazement as the Negro rolled over, pinning the girl beneath him and allowed himself to be guided by the girl's hands toward her already moistened vagina. She had kicked her legs open wide and had curled them back around his buttocks to give him greater access to her throbbing cunt.

It can't fit, she thought, the girl is so tiny compared to Black Jack! She leaned forward, her eyes seeing nothing except the great black head of the man's prick beginning to insinuate its way between the girl's soft, pink vaginal lips. The room was dead quiet as the man edged it further and further into the girl's cunt, slowly, and gently, pushing the hair-lined lips wider and wider apart.

They heard the girl's cries of intermingled pain and pleasure as the massive shaft sunk deeper and deeper between her straining thighs. Several of the women murmured with horrified concern that the Negro was too big, that he would hurt the girl, but the men quickly quieted them.

Finally, the black man held still above the bereaved girl until she was able to adjust to the presence of the huge, throbbing organ in her soft, white belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began a slow, hesitant relaxation.

"Ahhhhhhhh…" she breathed in welcome relief, tightening her ankles behind his back.

Then he moved again inside her, a sudden groan exploding from her lips as he expertly began a slow revolving grind with his pelvis. Her cries slowly lessened as her hot, wet passage adjusted to the intrusion of his immense prick.

Unbelieving eyes stared amazed that the tiny girl had been able to accept the enormous Negro. Laura heard their shouts and then unconsciously joined them, as everyone excitedly urged the straining couple to a faster and faster tempo of intercourse.