Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

But the hand wouldn't stop and she felt thumbs on her buttocks spreading them. Then another finger joined the first inside her…

The hands kept spreading her, easing the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until it seemed she would split open back there.

And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were removed and she felt the soothing wash of cool air across her buttocks. But, only for a moment, and then a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed against her… a man's penis!

She squirmed violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure without losing the filling warmth of the man beneath her. But the man, whoever he was behind her, kept pushing against her until she felt the tight elastic ring of her ass pop slightly and encircle the head of his throbbing penis… and then felt it begin worm its way relentlessly inside.

As the man at her back ventured further she could feel the thickness of his prick begin to rub against the man's beneath her – separated only slightly by the thin, fleshy membrane between her vagina and rectum.

"Ahhhhhhh… oh, yes…! yes… I can feel both of you… I can feel both of you inside me…!"

She cried out to them, urging them to move faster. The thought of having two men making love to her at the same time was driving her towards a volcano of fiery lust… and she wanted to scream, to cry out to the heavens the wild masochistic pleasure they were bringing her.

It seemed to go on and on forever, the hands gripping her as the was completely impaled from below and above. Everything seemed to be spinning, revolving in a great whirlpool of burning sensations and she thought she was going to pass out from exhaustion.

Then her tiredness began to disappear as once again she felt herself nearing an explosive climax.

"Ahhhhh… ahh… please, together, cum together… cum together! I can feel it cuming… hurry… HURRY…! Oooooooh, God! God!"

The room was filled with the sounds of her desperate screams and the other men and women were caught up in the madness of her shouting lust. Everyone had stripped completely and couples were making love in every corner of the room in the wildest possible ways.

To Laura, it never seemed to stop… she came… the men left her… and others took their place… and she came again… and others took their place… on and on… on, and on…

She felt someone shaking her. She didn't know if she was dreaming or not and tried to push the insistent hand away. Her head throbbed with a pounding headache and her eyelids felt as if they had been coated on the inside with sand.

Then, with her eyes still closed, she tried to remember where she was. What had happened to her. She stirred beneath the covers, and the movement made her hurt all over… there was a searing pain between her thighs, and she felt as if she was covered with bruises. What had happened to her? Why did she hurt so badly?

And then the memories slowly sifted through her thoughts, cutting her like razor-edged knives. As the young girl began to regain her consciousness, the events of the night before slowly began to fall into place.

"No… no… not again… not again…!" Her scream shattered the soft sunlight and stillness in the room and caused the man at her side to jerk his arm and knock off the glass at the side of the bed.

The clatter of the glass and sound of her own scream opened her eyes, and Laura saw the man's face only inches from her own.

"No… No…! get away… please… Noooooooo…!"

"Shhhhhh… Laura, don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." The mans voice was soft and gentle, and somehow the girl could sense the sincerity.

"Laura, this is Cassis Mornay. I won't hurt you." He took her by the shoulders and held her tenderly, her wracking sobs muffled against his arm.

"Oh, it was so horrible… they raped me… Over and over…" her voice trailed away against him. It was several moments before he felt the girl's shuddering begin to die out.

"Harry, bring Laura some of that coffee. And some brandy."

The other man, the kindly bartender from the bar below, finished pulling the cords of the draperies and walked into the kitchen.

Almost an hour later, the three of them sat in the sunlit room. Laura lay propped up against a pillow in bed, and the two men sat at the coffee table by the divan in the bedroom.

Laura had regained her composure and now she listened to the tall distinguished-looking man on the couch.

"Laura, you don't have to talk if you don't want to. Harry has explained a lot of things to me, and I can probably guess the rest."

He got up and came over and took her by the hand. "I'm sorry that I didn't know last night. I swear I thought you had come up here because you wanted to." He paused. "I thought you were just another of the girls we sometimes use."

He refilled her coffee cup, and laced it lightly with a little more cognac. She accepted it gratefully and looked back at him, trying to comprehend what was happening.

A few moments after he'd awakened her she'd realized that she was still upstairs in his suite, but the rooms were empty of all the people who had been at the party. Then she'd seen the sunlight pouring through the open window and had known the party had ended hours earlier.

She sat there in bed, looking around at the ruinous aftermath of the orgy and then back into the kind face of the man at her side.

"Mr. Mornay, I didn't want to do anything… it was Deke Vito who made me do it." The grey-haired man felt the shudder pass through her as she mentioned the gambler's name.

"I didn't want to… he forced me… and then… Johnny…? Where's Johnny…?"

"Shhhhh… Laura, don't worry about anything. I've taken care of it all. Both Johnny and Deke Vito. Here, drink your coffee and get dressed. I left a bathrobe in that bathroom for you." He handed her the cup and got up.

"Mrs. Dutton, don't you worry about a thing," Harry said from the other side of the room.

"Thank you… thank… Harry." But her voice was interrupted again by her tears.

"Go ahead, get it all out of your system. We'll be in the living room," said Mr. Mornay.

They left her, shutting the door quietly behind them. And she lay there for a few moments until the last tear had fallen. Then she rose and went into the bedroom.

Minutes later, under the stinging spray of the shower, she rubbed away the shame and the degradation and she felt as well as she could under the circumstances.

She wondered what Mr. Mornay had meant about Johnny and Deke Vito. She'd only seen Mr. Mornay once before, but when he'd come over to speak to her before the party began she had sensed the air of gentility about him, and she had been attracted by his tall handsome appearance.

It's so wonderful of him to do… to worry about me, the thought. I wonder how he found out what was happening. It must have been Harry…

She came into the living room, wrapped warmly in the robe he'd given her, and both men stood as she entered.

"Here, Laura, I've ordered Eggs Benedict for all of us and it should be up in a minute." He motioned for her to sit across from him and turned to accept a cigarette from Harry.

"Laura, I'd better tell you exactly what's happened. Most of it's due to Harry here. You can thank him, because I wouldn't have known otherwise."

"Well, Mr. Mornay, I just thought it was time someone told you what was happening in your clubs… and when that greasy bastard made his play for Mrs. Dutton, I couldn't stand it any longer."

"Harry, I don't how you knew… and I wish there was some way I could thank you. Please call me Laura, won't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Dutton… I mean…"

"Laura, I'll start from the beginning…" But the tall man was interrupted by the sound of the chimes at the door.