"The loser_s wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tibor Jean-Jacques)

"GREEN!"

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.

In her ecstatic haste she sucked it so deeply in the warm, saliva filled cavern of her mouth that it almost choked her and in order to regain her breath she began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse against her touch.

Tiny fires kept exploding with blinding ferocity in her brain as he moved it in and out in rhythm to the probing of his tongue below.

"ARGHhhhhhhhhhhh!" the animal-like groans burst from her lips as she tried to open her mouth wider and breathe in more air. She tried to think, to reason what was happening to her, but her mind refused to accept anything except the rolling waves of lust and passion that were erupting inside her like a constant undulating earthquake.

Her lips and tongue stopped their gentle caressing and, as she felt her climax raging towards a fiery threshold, she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his prick with all her strength! Her cheeks hollowed and swelled and her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him. Her lips were clasped tightly around its throbbing blood-filled head like an elastic rubber band, sucking it desperately, to make it cum.

And at the same time, she could feel the violent explosion beginning deep inside her and her fingers scratched crazily at the base of his swinging testicles as she reached feverishly to hurry her climax.

Then it came! – The hot waves of boiling, creamy liquid pouring in spasm after spasm into her mouth – and it was joined by the arching trembling of her hips as her orgasm erupted… exploded in blinding flashes of searing light and darkness…

Almost an eternity later she felt the man's weight lifting away from her. She lay there barely conscious and tried to still the uncontrollable quivering in her legs, the bed seemed to come up and wrap around her, enveloping her in a soft cocoon of darkness and warmth – calming her and allowing her to drift off into a state of unknowing peace.

A seeming eternity later, she could hear a man's voice in the interminable distance.

"Okay, man, she's all yours and I want you to give it to her good so's she'll remember this as long as she lives."

Then, again, she felt the gentle dancing of fingers across her thighs and up to her breasts. They felt so soothing and tender and she lay with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the erotic sensations that were once more spreading through her sweat-glistening body.

Deke Vito stood at one side, watching for a moment before he went into the bathroom. That little bitch is the wildest thing I've had in years, he thought triumphantly. If I'da known she was going to turn on like that I never woulda waited this long. He smiled softly to himself, knowing that now he had young Mrs. Dutton exactly where he wanted her and by the time the Negro got through with her and she regained consciousness, she would be so shamed and humiliated at what she had done that she would never resist him or any demands he might make on her again. And… that sniveling little husband of hers would never have the courage of object with all the money he owed him.

Christ! I'd better hurry with that shower, he suddenly thought, I don't wanna miss any of this. He spent a few more seconds watching the huge black man and the girl on the bed and moved reluctantly into the bathroom.

Laura's back arched and she squirmed as she felt the pressure of the hands on her body slowly increasing. She could feel them kneading the softness of her flesh like dough, first her thighs and then the full curves of her hips, moving over her like a sensuous Oriental massage as she lay weakly on her back.

Her nipples hardened again as the fingers moved to her breasts and she felt their ivory fullness being cupped in two huge palms, felt the heat as her breasts were completely enveloped by the massiveness of the hands that held her…

Her eyelids seemed so heavy and she strained to open them, to see the gentleness of the man that touched her – to add the pleasure of sight to the delicious senses of touch that filled her.

It took a moment for her eyes to focus and then she saw him over the swelling curves of her breasts – saw the hands, the huge shoulders, and the glistening ebony skin. As she stared at his contrasting blackness it took a moment for her to realize who he was.

A scream started to build in her throat, but it was cut off by another wave of ecstasy as his hands moved down her body again to cup the raised triangular mound between her legs… he sat at her side and his hands caressed and molded the sparse, hair-covered mound between her legs as if to change its shape.

She stared at the broadness of his back, divided by the deep furrow, and she saw that his skin was flawless and shining – and rippled with great bands of muscles.

Then his hands began to move tenderly down the soft inner skin of her thighs, and she threw her head back moaning and closed her eyes again – reveling in the delicious sensations that raced through her eager body.

"SHhhhhhhh, honey, Black Jack ain't gonna hurt you."

She heard the deep rumbling voice and realized that it was the huge Negro that had spoken. Spoken to her! And then she felt an insane desire to laugh. The giant black man could talk. Wouldn't it be something if she went downstairs to tell of her discovery – and then explained how she had found our!

She started to answer him, to tell him that she weren't afraid. That all she wanted was for him never to stop teasing her with those huge, gentle hands, but no words came out because his caresses started another wave of trembling desire rushing though her.

She vaguely heard the low thunder of his voice as he moved up to lie beside her and whispered soft sounds and words into her ear.

Then, she ran her hands exploringly and tentatively down his chest, feeling his massive power and size. She moved her hand further down until it touched the wiry curls of black pubic hair… then just slightly further until her fingers enclosed the great throbbing shaft that rose from the center of his loins.

My God! she thought in her drug induced delirium, I'll never be able to take him. It's so big! Then, with passion driven courage, she almost cautiously, ran her hand up the entire length of his throbbing penis, trying to encircle it with her fingers – but they wouldn't reach all the way around it.

His hands, the touch of such a huge man next to her, began to arouse her almost beyond belief. Her legs began to tremble and quiver and she arched for him to come to her – to shove it into her pleading body.

As she scratched her fingernails across the pulsing fullness of his penis it seemed to grow even more, not steadily, but in a series of slightly jerking pulsations.

"Ohhhh, please… do it to me…" she pleaded softly through lust contorted lips, "I want you inside me! You're so big… so strong… Oh God, do it to meee…"

At her words he began to slide over on top of the girl beneath him and positioning himself between her open thighs.

When she felt him kneeling on all fours above her she spread her legs out wide as far as she could, drawing her knees up until they touched her white, flaccid breasts trying to open herself far enough to accept the huge organ that he was gleefully lowering toward her arching vagina…

She reached down with her hands surrounding his hardened cock with her fingers to guide his mixture of fear and desire penetrating her entire being.

"It's so big… God, I'm afraid… I can't, do it, I can't take it!"

The words gushed forth deliriously as she tried to stop him, but it was too late. The giant Negro was not going to let her go now.

"Don't you worry, little honey, I ain't gonna hurt you," he grinned down at her helplessness through ivory white teeth. "I'm gonna go real easy…"

And he lowered himself with the aid of her hesitant hands until the smooth rubbery head of his cock touched the hot, moist opening of her vagina. She felt the great, black shaft begin to part the soft, fleshy slit and insinuate its way lasciviously between the smooth, hair-lined lips of her cunt, lubricated already by the flowing juices of her aroused body.

Her whole inside seemed to be stretching, expanding to receive him. There wasn't much pain at first, just a straining belt of tightness spreading through her loins, then it began to hurt her.

"OHhhhhhhh… Ohhhhh! No…! I can't stand it, it's too much… Ohhh no!" she screamed. Over and over again, twisting and writhing beneath him as though he were impaling her with the hard, blunt end of a barbaric spear.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain slowly subsided and was replaced with a growing flood of lustful desire. He ventured deeper into her, but so gradually that the increase was almost imperceptible and the pain that would otherwise have been unbearable was erased by the hot slippery fluids flowing from the walls of her wide-stretched pussy.

But, the huge Negro was still too monstrous for her and was unable to completely bury his lust-swollen prick all the way down into the straining wall of her tiny, tight vagina. When he found that he had probed as far as he could go, there still remained almost two inches of his massive prick outside her.

She held her knees spread apart as far as possible and raised her hips even higher, desperately trying to absorb more of him, but it was no use.

The man remained motionless for several seconds, allowing her body to become accustomed to his great size, but she clawed at his back and tried to get slim to move within her.

"Please… please! I want you to fuck me now! I've never felt anything so big… so long… please!" Her words echoed against his ears and he couldn't hold himself any longer.

The girl felt the muscles in his buttocks flexing as with a deep-throated grunt he began to drive himself into her with great, powerful stokes. She strained and squirmed up against the huge, hot shaft that pounded relentlessly deeper and deeper into her arching body…

"Oh my God… My God…! you're splitting me open… you're so big… so HOT!" Her cries filled the room as the great glistening black body, dripping with sweat, thrust again and again, harder and faster into the burning heat of her cunt.

Deke Vito stood there, still wet from the shower, in a silk robe and – listening and watching as Black Jack, throaty, animal noises coming from his mouth, mercilessly drove his huge, throbbing cock mercilessly down into the ivory-white body beneath him.

Though now only a voyeur, the gambler felt his passion rising as he stared vicariously at the erotic scene before him. He watched until he could stand it no longer and then began to stroke himself beneath the folds of his robe. The cries and moans from the bed drove him into a near frenzy and as the pressure mounted in his body his eyes closed in lustful passion until they were opened by a loud erotic scream from the young, flailing girl.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh God, I'm cumming, I'm cummmming!" she cried, grinding her churning buttocks tight up into the loins of the Negro fucking her.

He came then, simultaneously with the girl as she jerked violently on the bed and her screams echoed throughout the room. He watched the giant man above her as he too shook convulsively, spurting his hot, liquid sperm far up into her quivering belly, and finally collapsed upon the trembling body of the twice-fucked girl beneath him.

The room quieted as her moans subsided gradually into silence and there was only the wet, sucking sound of the Negro withdrawing from between her legs and rising from the bed. In the stillness Vito realized the girl had fainted dead away, her arms and legs spread obscenely out on the mattress as though she were a mannequin devoid of all human mobility.

Now she's mine, all mine, he cackled victoriously to himself, and I'm gonna make sure it stays that way.

She didn't know how much later it was as she awoke with her head throbbing and myriads of confused memories tumbling in her mind. She shook her head and tried to wipe away the hazy mist from her eyes.

There was only one dim light in the bedroom and it was several moments before she realized where she was, and remembered what had happened earlier. The young girl stumbled from the bed, feeling a violent wave of revulsion shake through her as she saw the streaked stains of semen covering her loins and thighs and the bedcovers strewn all over the floor.

About fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom feeling a little better. The shower had washed away some of the degradation she had felt, though her body still tingled slightly especially around her thighs and she had at least one thought that eased her self-disgust a little…

I've paid my debt, she thought, I lost the bet but I've certainly kept up my end of the bargain. Now he has to give me the contract for Johnny to sign and forget the money that Johnny owes him.

As she dressed she heard soft laughter coming from the other room. The living room. It was probably Deke Vito, and when the thought of once again facing him after the obscene humiliations he had subjected her to came to her she felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes. She angrily wiped them away. That bastard! I'll get that contract and walk out of here as if nothing ever happened – and I swear to God he'll never get near me again!

Laura opened the door and stepped into the soft music and laughter in the living room. Deke Vito sat on the couch, dressed once more in the dinner jacket and satin-striped formal trousers. Either he or the other man with him had apparently said something they thought was funny because they were both laughing uproariously. The other man was a gambler Laura had frequently seen around the casino.

Harry Goldman. An obesely fat man with great bouncing jowls that gave him the appearance of a huge breeding hog. They didn't hear her when she first came into the room and she stood there watching the two of them, the dapper, greasy smaller man and the far one with his loud maroon dinner jacket, lace ruffled shirt, and black stringed tie.

Harry Goldman was a notoriously wealthy man, rumored to be mired up with the Mob, and one of the club's most prized customers. She'd seen him many times at the crap tables and tried to avoid him ever since he reached out and pinched her on the rear once so hard that it had left a large purple bruise.

What a pair, she thought, they fit together beautifully. The two most obnoxious men I've ever known, side by side.

Then it occurred to her that Vito had probably told Goldman everything that had happened in the other room, and she felt her resolve to face Vito defiantly starting to disappear. But, there was no other way out. She had to see him to get that contract, to get Johnny out of the trouble he was in. She moved forward.

Both men heard her and turned around. Surprisingly, they both stood up and Vito moved toward the bar.

"Laura, baby, feelin' any better? Here, let me make you a little drink." He picked up a bottle and turned to her again. "Hey, baby, you know Mr. Goldman, don't you?" He chuckled, and added, "He knows you."

"Hello, Laura. Sure I know you, never have been able to keep my eyes offa you downstairs." The fat man's high squeaky voice came as a surprise in a man so large.

"Deke, may I speak to you privately?" she said ignoring Goldman's introduction and trying to keep her voice calm.

Vito walked over to her and placed a drink in her hand, talking as he crossed the room, "Hey, baby, whaddya mean private? That's not polite. Mr. Goldman's one of our best customers, sorta one of the family you might say." He laughed and turned to the other man. "Ain't that right, Harry? Besides, Laura, baby, me and Harry ain't got no secrets."

"No, Deke, I don't think we do," the man answered with a facetious tone in his voice. "Unless Laura here wants to keep something from me."

"Aw, she wouldn't wanna do that. Laura's too nice a girl for that… much too nice." He laughed almost mockingly. "The nicest girl I've ever known, if you know what I mean."

She felt the anger boiling up in her. That bastard! He had told that disgusting man everything!

Without even thinking, she threw her drink straight at Deke Vito and stood there watching it dribble down the front of his jacket. A moment later her mind reeled with the force of his blow and her face stung painfully.

"Laura, baby, you just made a big mistake. Yeah, a big mistake!" He wiped the drink from his coat with a handkerchief and spoke, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Now, you just sit down over there. I'm going to make you another drink… and you're gonna drink it and listen carefully to what I say!"

The room was silent for a moment except for the clinking of glass and the girl's soft, frustrated sobbing. The gambler handed her another drink and then sat across from her, crossing his legs and carefully tugging at his trousers so that he wouldn't ruin his crease. Then he spoke, "Part of the bargain, kid. That's what you've fulfilled… just part of the bargain. I mighta been a little easier on you, but you just did a very stupid thing. Nobody throws a drink at Deke Vito, right Harry?"

"I wouldn't think so, Deke. It just isn't very nice. Doesn't show the proper respect," the other man answered, a slow furtive smile curling around his thick, liver-like lips.

"Yeah, respect, that's it. You see, Laura, I had plenty respect for you…" he chuckled… "so much, as a matter of fact, that I even told old Harry here how much I respected you." Then the gambler's voice became very hard, "Yeah, when we made out little bet I never figured you to be as good about holding up your end as you were. But, you did a pretty good job, as I told Harry here, and I figured…" he paused to sip at his drink… "I figured I'd give you the contract and the money just like I said I would." He brushed at his coat again, holding it out as if he wanted her to see it.

"But then you did this." He paused, thinking to himself how perfectly she'd fallen into his hands. Her anger fit his plans exactly, now that she'd thrown that drink at him he even began to feel a little self-righteous.

"Yeah, when you did this, you broke off our bet completely." He was interrupted by her heaving sobs. She'd started crying aloud as soon as she realized what he was going to say.

"Shut up!" he shouted at her. "You ain't got nothin to cry about. You ain't hurt, I'm the one with the ruined coat."

He came over and grabbed her by the shoulder. "You listen to me, and I'm going to tell you how you can get outa this."

He pulled her out of the chair and led her over to the couch where Harry Goldman was sitting.

"Sit here, Laura, baby, with old Harry while I explain what you're gonna do."

She sat down wordlessly several inches from the fat man but he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She tried to move away from his suffocating grasp but it was as if she had been trapped in a vise.

"Just sit tight, kid, Harry ain't gonna hurt you. He likes you as much as I do." The gambler laughed softly and continued.

"Yeah, I was gonna let you go tonight with the contract and everything but that drink changed that. Now, I gotta figure out what the insult to my integrity is worth. Whaddya think, Harry?"

He turned to the huge round man on the couch. "You know what the deal was, Harry, what do you think I oughta do with little Laura here?"

Harry Goldman squeezed her a little tighter and chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't be too hard on her, Deke. She was probably just a little upset. Still…"

Deke Vito laughed, and continued. "Yeah, but Harry, remember what you said about respect. She oughta have a little more respect for a guy what was going to be so generous to her, don't you think?"

The fat man just chuckled softly. It was like a great bowl of jello, Laura thought with inward disgust. His whole body ripples when he laughs.

"Deke, baby, I have an idea," the man at her side said in that high, funny voice. "An idea about respect."

They were both laughing now, and Laura felt like a ping-pong ball being batted back and forth between them.

"Yeah, Deke, maybe I could teach her a little respect one night, and I'd even buy you a new jacket." The girl shivered and let out another helpless, broken sob. The shame and degradation they were subjecting her to was too much for her tattered nerves. The fat man reached over with his other hand and patted her on the knee. "Don't worry, beautiful, I wouldn't hurt you. We'd just have a little fun, you and me, and maybe I can talk old Deke here into giving you what you want. I gotta lotta influence with him."

The fat man looked at the gambler. "Whaddya say, Deke? We can work out something for little Laura here, can't we?"

The gambler laughed, and walked over to the bar, seeming to consider it for a moment. "Yeah, I guess we probably could at that."

"No! No! I won't do it… I won't." The girl's cry broke the sudden silence between the two men. "I won't do it! You can't make me!"

Deke Vito turned from the bar. "Laura, baby, we're not trying to make you do anything." Laughing, he turned to Harry Goldman. "Are we, Harry?"

"Why, hell no, I was just trying to help."

Deke walked back over to the couch and took her hand, lifting her. And as he pulled her up she felt the man behind her pat her on her buttocks, letting his hand linger and then squeezing her.

"Tell you what, kid. Let me get your coat for you, and then you can go home and sleep on it. How's that?"

She felt herself being led to the door. In a daze she accepted her coat and heard the door close behind – still able to hear the lewd, triumphant laughter of the two men as the bolt clicked behind her.