Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

At first it was nothing but an indistinguishable blur, then as it slowed she could hear the whirring of the ball turn into clicking as it ticked against the metal grooves.

The gleaming silver ball went slower and slower until it started rolling toward the center of the spinning table.

Finally, it stopped.

Deke Vito had turned his head away, crossing his fingers theatrically, and the beautiful girl had closed her eyes in silent prayer when she saw the ball slow down.

They were both surprised when Black Jack shouted.

The ball had settled into one of the two green grooves in the wheel that meant nothing in this strange seductive game.

Deke Vito almost choked on his drink because he'd been so sure of hearing his color called, but he cleared his throat and set the game into motion again.

"Goddamn it, Black Jack, don't do that! I almost had a heart attack. Spin that damn thing again."

He looked over at Laura and saw the glassy-eyed express on her face. Gaining confidence that the "fly" was beginning to work, he burrowed his hand deeper between the girl's thighs as the wheel spun once more. Her eyes were focused intently on the wheel but her body involuntarily, as though it were not part of her at all, responded to the touch of his hand and her thighs clenched weakly for a moment, then spread slightly open until he could touch the soft silken band of her panties running down between her legs.

She squirmed sensuously beneath his touch, savoring the delicious sensations that spread lewdly through her body.

Ooooooohhh, his hand is so hot and gentle! I can't think, I can't think! What's happening? What's happening? Her head was thrown back, her lips moist and parted; his touch drove everything else out of her mind.

She never even heard Black Jack, not until the man tapped her shoulder and said again, "Black, Miss… the color is black."

She'd lost!

The wheel slowly stopped turning and there it was. The silver ball lay nestled in the long triangle of black lacquer.

Somehow, it didn't seem to matter any more. The hand pressed so hotly and obscenely between her legs had aroused a volcano of small fires exploding throughout her quivering body.

She only felt a tremendous loss as the hand went away – she wasn't even conscious of being picked up like a rag doll by the giant black man as he carried her to the bed.

Then she felt a thousand hands touching her at once, felt the clothes being pulled from her body.

Deke Vito knelt at the edge of the circular bed, putting her stockings from her long silken legs, running his fingertips caressingly down the velvet undersides of her thighs, slowly and so softly as he pulled the sheer nylons from her trembling legs.

Black Jack had removed her blouse and was now raising her as he unhooked the small fasteners of her bra. As he pulled it away and tossed it to the floor there was a muffled gasp from both men at the unbelievable perfection of her full, rose-tipped breasts.

They moved to each side of her to pull down the clinging skirt and then, with a conspiratorial smile between them, they hooked their fingers into the tight elastic waistband of her small, flimsy panties.

They eased them slowly and teasingly down her thighs over the full swell of her hips and wetly away from the tousled mound of soft ebony hair nestled between her thighs.

She arched her back, unconsciously trying to help them as much as she could. They pulled the small wisp of sink from her ankles and tossed it behind them.

Then, almost in unison, they began to run their hands over the majestic glistening curves of her body. From each side of the bed they reached for her, sliding their fingertips across the softness of her shoulders, one hand down each arm and the others lightly across her breasts.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh!" Eager, desperate moans escaped her parted lips, her tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness that parched her mouth. Her whole body trembled as she felt a pair of hungry, heated lips attach themselves to her reluctantly erect nipples… pulling… nibbling at her.

She felt hundreds and hundreds of hands dancing across her heaving belly… scraping across the screaming sensitivity of her goose-pimpled skin.

"Ahhhhhhhaaaa… yes, oh no… Oh my God…! don't stop…! please don't stop!"

Deke watched the shining ebony blackness of his accomplice's skin as it contrasted the arching ivory body of the girl between them. He moved away from the bed to undress and standing back, watched the great black and white tableau before him. An almost unbelievable excitement arose in him as he watched the giant Negro caress and kiss the sensuously squirming girl.

Wheel he dropped his shorts to the floor and saw his straining, throbbing erection – larger than it had ever been before he knew he had never experienced anything like adventure he knew was coming.

He moved to his knees again, motioning to Black Jack to undress and forcing her legs wide apart with his hands, he busied his head in the downy softness of the tightly curled triangle of shadowed hair between her open thighs.

Laura was raving now, making strange guttural noises as she tried to reach the man's head with her hands and hold him there. It couldn't be like this! Nothing could be like this!

She felt his tongue probing and delving into the almost hidden opening, parting the glistening, moistened lips of her cunt. She could feel him take the passion-hardened protrusion of her clitoris between his teeth… feel him nibbling at it tenderly… running his tongue over and across it… the hot furnace of his breath scorching up into her belly as it bellowed into her eager, pleading vagina.

The huge Negro came back to the bed, and as though in a wild erotic dream, she felt him take her ankles and bring her legs high into the air, spreading them wider apart so Deke Vito could burrow his head and his tongue even deeper into her open, moist cunt.

Laura's mind and all her senses reeled in a whirling of ecstasy and lustful passion. The flames kept rising between her thighs, searing her whole body as his tongue fanned them into a raging volcano. It wasn't just the burning feeling of his tongue as it probed deeper and deeper into the throbbing heat of her vagina, there was the sound of it. The urgent liquid sounds that raced into the center of her mind, so much like the sounds of a cock actually fucking into her.

Her alms flailed at the bed at her sides and her hips squirmed violently as she tried to move her legs but couldn't. Her ankles were trapped in the powerful grip of the giant Negro and she could only lie there under the torturing caresses of Deke Vito.

"Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahh! Oh my God! You're driving me out of my mind!" The soft, husky moans filled the room as the shorter man continued to delve further and further into the wet heat of the straining girl's moist, contracting pussy.

"Ohhhh, please… please, I can't stand it! Dear God, I can't stand it!" she cried out as he grasped the erectile firmness of her clitoris between his teeth and tongue and rolled it salaciously around and around in his mouth.

Then she felt the cool rush of air as he pulled away, and the movement of the bed as he began to turn himself around.

Black Jack still held her ankles high in the air and the soft squeaking of the bedsprings combined with her heavy breathing was the only sound as the other man turned until he straddled her face and bent once more to bury his face between her thighs.

The girl felt something brush across her face and opened her eyes to find his huge, swollen prick only inches from her lips. She gasped at the size of it, almost crying out in fear, when she once again felt his tongue plunge hotly down inside her.

Greedily, almost insanely, she curled her hands around in between his legs and reached for it. She raised her head, her ovalled mouth wide, and encircled it with the heat of her lips – trying to capture its entire length in her anxious mouth.