Jon Reskind - Walo_s mistress

"Oh… oh God, please go away?" Lynn said to him.

"Why? That'd be a stupid thing, girl, especially when you want me here."

"I want to be by myself!"

He laughed. "No… not really you don't. You say it… but you're glad I came… In fact, you could've found places on this beach where no one would have discovered you… but you wanted me to, Baby."

"You… you're an egotistical man, Rudy Opal!"

"I suppose so," he replied, lighting a cigarette. "Anyway, I brought us something I thought you would appreciate. Like a drag?"

She looked up at where he sat with Indian folded legs beside her. There was a man, at least enough to let her see his face. He was right, of course, right in everything he had said so far. She raised her hand and he placed the reefer between her fingers.

"W-What's happened to my husband?" she questioned, taking the weed to her lips.

"Happened? Has he changed?"

"You know he has."

"Really… or could it be that you're finally seeing the true Earl?"

"I… I'm not sure… but he's not my husband."

Rudy nodded. "Does he want to be?"

"How the devil should I know that? I went out on a limb for him in this insurance thing! And he made love to me…"

"You mean he fucked you, Baby!"

The lewd word ricocheted in her brain for a full thirty seconds before she answered him. She couldn't help the strange licentious sensations it set off inside her. She gaped up at him in the semi-darkness.

She said: "He made beautiful love to me when I first arrived here… Look, he's my husband, I love him!"

"We all love each other, Baby. Nothing to get fanatical over."

"Oh… oh damn!" Lynn moaned, rolling onto her stomach away from him. "I've only been here a couple of hours… but don't you suppose I can see what your game is? All these pretty girls? Stupid, pretty, young girls like that poor Jan who had to submit to the likes of Walo? Don't you think I can figure what it's all about… even with my New England brain?"

Again, Rudy laughed. "How would you term it, Baby? You figure those chicks are whores for my benefit… mine and Earl's? Or maybe you see this layout as one big happy commune, a setup where the girls put out to keep the daddies happy while they promise them the moon."

"Well isn't it? The big-daddy thing, I mean!" Lynn snapped up at him.

"Maybe! Maybe, it is! Maybe, it's just exactly that!" Rudy replied, unleashing his heavy legs from beneath him to slither behind as he lay down on his stomach beside her. "But when I came here, it wasn't! This shit-place looked as if it'd been crumbled by a bulldozer! Virgin helped me! My Baby, Virgin! We made this place back into an oasis where the travelers could come, and they have! I'm not ashamed… nor am I ashamed of what happened back there! Some sort of law has to rule… and what you saw was their own!"

"Like Earl… d-d-doing it to that girl?"

"Doing it? You mean fucking, Baby?" he said, reaching down and moving his hands through the sand beneath her, then, lifting her up to him. "Is that what you mean, Doll?"

She hadn't expected him to do that and suddenly she was in his arms and staring up at his eyes, only inches away. "Y-Yes… that's exactly what I meant!" she said, balling her small hands into fists.

"I'm not responsible for your husband, Baby. Let's understand that first," he half-hissed into her face. "But I'm not about to put him down either for fucking a girl, even if I was his keeper! That's one of the biggest hang-ups, Baby, the fact that we think we own our mates! We don't! For instance, Virgin knows that I'm with you right now… and that I'm going to fuck you! She's not the least bit uptight."

"Wha-what… what are you saying?" Lynn gasped, his words registering fully in her mind. "You're going to… You're out of your mind! You're not going to lay your hands on…"

"Oh yes, I am, Baby! I'm going to fuck you! You might call it rape, but I promise, before I finish with you, you'll love me…"

Lynn wrestled with him then, there in the sand. It was a stupid thing, she knew; he held her tight in his strong arms, smiling all the while she kicked and flailed her arms. He kissed her… kissed her with opened mouth, his moist tongue caressing her compressed, pouting lips, the feel of his soft, velvety beard against her face inciting new, unwanted sensations to ripple through her. He held her for a long moment, his mouth covering hers while his tongue taunted her trembling lips and his big hands smoothed over her back. Then, he lay her down and she stared up at his face that was partially illuminated by the faint light of the quarter moon.

"Y-You can do it!" she said, her voice quivering. "I can't stop you! But you know that I'll hate you, don't you…"

"No… no, you won't, Baby," he answered her softly. "You want me to. We both know it… and I'm going to! I'm going to fuck you, Lynn Doll! Right here on the soft, sandy beach… with the sound of that surf carrying us both right up and off… my cock deep inside your hot little pussy… and you want it there! You do, Baby, you do!"

"Ohhh… oohhh God!" she gasped uncontrollably as again he raised her up inside his arms and kissed her… but this time her lips parted for him and her tiny tongue came forward eagerly to meet his. She clung to him as he slowly lowered the zipper down her back; then, he was peeling the gown off of her and she felt cool sea air brush tantalizingly against her breasts, causing their nipples to distend in hardened delight. She was naked! Dear God! She was naked before him! "Oh… oohhhh, Rudy… Rudy… L-Love me! Love me, please?"

He pressed her gently back onto the soft sand sliding his tongue deep into her sweet tasting mouth, his big hand smoothing over her magnificent breasts to squeeze, massage and tenderly taunt their pebble-hard nipples. Christ, she was a lovely piece, he thought in his building lust. Her husband was an idiot… a stupid, God damned dum-dum! Already, she was beginning to moan passionately in under him and he let his hand trail down her ribcage across the satin smoothness of her belly, at last reaching the moist velvetiness of her hot, sensitive, vaginal split, playing momentarily in the sparsely covered golden pubic hair, then searchingly discovering her already erect clitoris. It was like a tiny nub to the tip of his finger; he tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He stroked it, then pinched it and she repeated her erotic gasp; he ran his finger downward through the damp, perceptive raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her warm and receptively sucking mouth, he gently slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering hole.

Lynn groaned desirously, her hips involuntarily writhing and lifting toward the pleasure bringing intrusion. The finger moved up into her knowingly, long and thick, she thought vaguely through the marijuana haze, like a small prick… beautifully… yes…

"Aaahhhh… yessss," she moaned. This was what she needed… heavenly bliss! Her whole body was coming lustfully alive… and she wasn't ashamed… It was beautiful… he was beautiful… this handsome bearded man, with his finger deep inside her cunt… her wanting cunt… playing at the tiny mouth of her womb, and a wave of new and exciting sensations raced over her vibrant flesh.

Earl… Earl… why did you do this to me? It's over for us… you must know that… this beautiful man… he-he makes me feel as if we're about to leave this whole world together! His wonderful finger… shoved right up into my cunt… your cunt, Earl… it was if you'd wanted it… but now, it's mine again… and his right now, because I want him there! I do! I do! Nothing else matters, but us now… right now!

Suddenly, he was no longer kissing her face but had moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking their throbbing fullness as he caressed and kneaded them delightfully with his free hand, while the penetrated middle-finger of his other played skillfully inside the warm depths of her vagina. His soft beard brushed against her silken skin provocatively as he slithered down her slowly, his moist teasing tongue and lips laving and kissing her trembling flesh, while she ran her fingers through his hair and lovingly grazed their tips over his bearded cheeks. She felt his tongue dip into the dimple in her belly, taunting it momentarily before moving downward over the bowl of her soft tummy flesh.