Jon Reskind: Walo_s mistress

Earl was looking at him, pretending at listening, but not hearing a word he'd said, when Lynn's flight arrival rang in his ears. He'd gulped his drink, mumbled something, and was on his way toward the door when he heard: "Man, we get those drink-hustlers in here all the time! I thought you were with it, Mr. Clark."

Lynn had cried… kissed him and cried, her arms around his neck tightly, those delicious solid tits of hers digging into his chest while she choked and hissed words into his mouth. It occurred to him then that they might have a tag on her! Fuck, what a rotten foul-up that would be!

"Look, Baby… don't be too conspicuous," he'd managed, clutching her to him lustfully. "Wait'll we get out of here."

And then, they were on the freeway with her still wrapped around him in that little Volkswagen, but it wasn't until they were heading north on the Golden State that he'd asked to see the money.

She'd laughed, opened her purse and piled it onto his lap. "There you are, my handsome deceased husband… sixty thousand dollars in cash! Now, where are we going?"

He'd looked at it, fondled it, even smelled of it. "Oh, Baby, we're going all right, straight to the Goddamned moon… but right now, I've got a place with friends."

"Friends?"

"Over a year now. You'll love them, Doll. They're rare… this set of wheels belongs to them in fact." He laughed. "Not only that, but you're going to love the way we make this bread into a hundred thou, like magic, Baby… magic!"

"W-What…? A hundred… what do you mean, Earl?"

"A deal," he'd answered, grinning over at her. "Big things are in the making… complicated things… but we'll talk about that later, eh?" He'd let his eyes race quickly over her. Christ, she was even more desirable than he'd remembered… those fucking legs and hips… those tits and that ass… Jesus, he had a hard on that wouldn't quit? "Goddamn, you look terrific!" he had said, licking at his lips.

"T-Thanks, Darling… But… but I don't understand what you mean… about a deal… what deal, Earl?"

"Hey now, come on! After two years, you're not going to start picking at me, are you, Baby? Look, leave the finances to Daddy, eh Sweetheart? I engineered this didn't I? Trust me, Rabbit… Now, come over here closer and tell me how much you've missed your daddy." She had, but he'd hardly listened. It'd always amazed him how he could carry on two trains of thought at the same time and never miss a word. Rachel had been in his mind for hours, maybe longer, but he'd held her just a hit off, until he could give himself to thoughts of her fully. He loved her… and it wasn't right to devote a half of mind to the girl you loved? He'd even been thinking of the kid they'd had a lot lately… Earl, she'd named him… shit… his very own kid! He'd marry her, not that she'd push it, but he would. She was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him… even her old man had wanted to take him into his business… investments, stocks… What the hell did he know about that jazz? Be sides, he wanted to go back to her like the hero who went off to make his fortune, like the books he had read when he was a kid… And she was waiting for him now… almost eleven months… but it was damn near over! In two days, he would call her, tell her he was on his way. Someplace like Majorca… that's where he'd take her and set them up! He wasn't sure yet, but somewhere like that…

"Who are these people, Earl?" Lynn had whispered into his ear when he'd escorted her into the hotel.

The expression of awe that had suddenly blanked her pretty face had damned near caused him to laugh right out, and if it hadn't been for his aching rod and eagerness to hustle her into the sack he would've enjoyed taunting her a bit. She'd always carried that certain holier-than thou attitude that irked the hell out of him, and as she looked around absorbing the scene, he'd read it in her eyes and the shocked aspect of her gaping mouth. As usual, the cats and chicks were sprawled all over the place, most of them stoned and as many playing love games, but nothing rash yet; it was still early.

Anyway, he hadn't had to answer her question, because Virgin and Rudy had come out of their first-floor quarters… beautiful, sensuous Virgin with her long, coal black hair, and fully dressed in a shapeless, ankle-length shift for a change, throwing her lovely, receptive arms around Lynn's shoulders and bidding her welcome, while Rudy's lusty eye had raked over her approvingly. Even big, stupid Walo had lumbered up to grin at her, giving Earl a second kick as he watched her seemingly cringe before the ugly simpleton's drooling grin and lurid little eyes. But he hadn't let it drag on; he'd been too damned anxious to get between those long, lithe legs of hers and both Rudy and Virgin had nodded knowingly; Virgin remarking that they could get acquainted later, once the nuptial vows were re-consummated…

Earl eased himself up slightly for leverage, positioning his throbbing cock perfectly for the re-fulfillment, while his brain raced licentiously and he stared down at her enticing nakedness in the half-light beneath him. Her luscious tits were rising and falling as they spilled over toward the bed in their heavy fullness on either side of her chest… Christ, she was like something out of a vision! She was a voluptuous figment of the imagination Jesus, what a body! And he was about to fuck her! She, herself, had placed his prick-head at the moist, quivering mouth of her cunt and her soft, hot thighs were trembling as she pressured them against his hips, waiting for him to plunge the length of his cock into her! Her eyes were closed and her small, even white teeth were sunk tightly into the pouting ripe flesh of her lower lip, her honey-colored, long hair fanned out over the pillow like a halo surrounding her beautiful head.

Jesus Christ!

He sensed her small hands with their long nails at his shoulders, squeezing, massaging, digging at his flesh in breathless anticipation… and then, he thrust his hips forward decisively, driving his heavy cock with its mushroomed, plowing head into the moist, wet channel of her cunt to send the raw tingling flesh in rippling waves before it, plunging all the way up to her cervix with his first charge.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh… ooohhhhhhhhh my God… my God!" she gasped, her forehead wrinkled from the pain-pleasure of his entrance, while simultaneously, she continued to gouge at the flesh of his muscular shoulders, her full-rounded hips and buttocks trying to respond in acceptance to what she knew and wanted to come. "Ohhh, Earl Darling… I want it so bad… please… don't hurt me… love me, Darling… love me!"

She was in a world all of her own, he thought, staring down at her sensually distorted face, like some kind of a bitch in a fuck happy coma! Shit, in the two years he'd lived with her and fucked her nightly, he'd never known her to react like this… and he hadn't even started! The… the bitch? The lousy, two-timing cunt! She'd been taking lessons all right? Peddling her ass around here and there, no doubt…! It was obvious enough? He could almost visualize her sitting in some Goddamned smoky bar trying to make a contact… the bitch! And all the time he'd thought she was playing the grieving wife…

"Oh, God, Earl Darling… I-I never felt this way… in my life? It's… it's so good… even when it hurts!"

Bitch! Bitch! She'd even figured a cover. He looked down to see her arched hips begin to squirm beneath him with his cock entombed in side the hot clasping depths of her cunt. She'd had it all figured… a way to cover her two years of promiscuous fucking… and he was supposed to buy that? But what she hadn't calculated was that he might meet a loving, beautiful creature such as Rachel… no, she hadn't let that thought even cross her mind! She'd been too Goddamned busy fucking whoever she could get her hands on! Well… good… good! It was going to make it that much easier now that he knew… and it was going to make this night one hell of a fuck-show.