Jon Reskind: Walo_s mistress

Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly together, while her face twisted and grimaced as her orgasm swept over her.

"Oh, heaven…! Oooohhhhh… I'm going to… now… now… I'm going to cum, Earl… Ooohhh, God… fuck… fuck! Now, Darrllliiiiinnnnnggggg… I-I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnggggg!"

Her beautiful body began vibrating uncontrollably beneath him. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like ferocity, her body arching convulsively against his to hold there shuddering and jerking, her orgasmic fluids bathing his rigid, driving cock, running down her soft, smooth ass-cheeks to flood his balls as they slapped tightly into the moistened crevice.

Shit, he couldn't believe it! It'd never been like this with her before! The sensation of her climax was all that he needed! He burrowed into the depths of her hot, spewing cunt, pressing her knees back to her shoulders and hammering brutally, battering her cervix with his expanding shaft. She continued to whimper and gasp ecstatically, her belly and thighs caught up in spasmodic contractions her excitement still obvious as with wild and eager passion, she hissed.

"Oh… Darling… Darling… it's beautiful… beautiful! Fill me, Lover! Fill me with your hot, thick cum! Don't ever stop! Give… give it to meee!"

Earl wanted to scream! His agonized bliss was that intense. The pleasurable pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the very tip of his prick, then plunged again and again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as her pussy tried desperately to extract the jism from his seething loins. He was damned near there; he knew it! Damned near… but not quite! Seconds more… he'd shatter his gourd! He rammed and rammed and rammed again… Then…! He choked… loudly, and felt the apex of his climb as he suddenly began to topple down the crazy fucking mountain of orgasm!

Lynn moaned with him clutching at his shoulders and thrusting her cunt up high onto his wildly spewing cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds while he shot into her with violent force the convulsive streams of his viscid, white-hot sperm, squirting it far up into the hidden recesses of her open womb.

Fuck! Fuck! He wished to Christ it could never end… but it did, and when it was over he fell apart, collapsing into her waiting arms on top of her. Shit, he'd never been more God damned exhausted…

Lynn sighed contentedly, stretched out in her fulfilled nakedness beside this man she had willingly aided in crime, this lover she had eagerly crossed the country to be with… this handsome husband she had almost forced her self to think of as being truly dead in order to bear the long nights… weeks… months of waiting, but now it was over; they were together again, and it was more beautiful than she'd ever dreamed it could be. Dear God, what a blissful reunion that had been! She could still hardly believe or understand her own wantonness, but she certainly wasn't ashamed of it; in fact, the flush to her cheeks, she realized, was entirely pride. It had been a long time, but she could remember vividly that their lovemaking had never been like that, nor had she, which was serving to answer a myriad of questions that had lingered in the shadows of her brain the past two years.

In essence, she had never given herself wholly to him before… and therein dwelt the intimate secrets of passion and love… She'd read that someplace, but had never really probed its meaning. God, all of the beautiful delights of the universe were suddenly opening up to her, weren't they? She sensed the tiny ripples of muscular reactions still playing over her sensual flesh. A breeze swept aside the faded drape at the open window to brush soothingly over her silken skin. The rumbling wash of the unceasing surf reached her and she rolled her head to gaze at her prostrate lover who was smoking and staring up at the soiled, plaster-cracked ceiling absently.

"A penny for your thoughts this time, Darling?" she said in a soft voice, moving onto her side toward him.

"Oh… nothing really… just musing, trying to get my head back together after that session," he replied, grinning over at her, then suddenly swinging his feet to the floor and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"W-Was it good for you too, Darling?" she asked in the same tone.

Earl turned to look at her. "Yeah," he answered, his smile twisted to one side. "Almost too good… too much, Baby… yeah."

She smiled happily and watched him stand then go to a chair where a pair of faded dungarees hung over its back. He took them and started to pull them on. "What're you doing?" she asked.

"Doing…? Putting my pants on. Goin' down stairs, Rabbit. Got some business to discuss with Rudy and Virgin… Want to come along?"

"Isn't it late? They'll be in bed, won't they?"

Earl chuckled. "If they are, I guarantee you they won't be sleeping!"

Lynn caught the meaning of his words and tittered lightly. "Maybe they'd rather not be interrupted."

He didn't answer. She watched him zip the fly closed, then run a comb through his hair before the mirror, studying the pattern of waves that fell neatly into place down the back of his neck. He'd always had attractive chestnut-colored hair, but he had never worn it so long. She wasn't sure that she liked it… or any aspect of the new image he portrayed; yet, she didn't dislike it either… it was almost as if he were another person entirely, not the Earl Carter she'd expected… the Earl Carter she had married… but God, it'd been absolutely beautiful with him… so fulfilling… her heart was still pounding…

"Coming…?" he asked, facing her with hands on hips.

"Aren't you going to slip on a shirt or shoes?" she questioned, surprised, for that wasn't like him either.

"Hell no. I'm overdressed now," he replied grinning. "Look, don't be shocked at the way they dress around here. I'll warn you ahead of time, nakedness is accepted as the uniform of the day. They're nature people, Rabbit, with no hang-ups on the modesty bit. It's love, love, love… all the time. You with me?"

Was she? Lynn wasn't sure, but she swung up from the bed forcing a smile. She couldn't very well put down something she knew nothing about, besides, she felt certain they would be leaving all this behind them shortly, since she had arrived with the money. She guessed that she could endure a measure of the much-talked about uninhibited generation and its infamous non-culture. After all, she wasn't any damned prude… and it might just turn out to be fun… at the least, educational. She went to her suitcase, opened it and brought out a long shift, similar to the one Virgin had been wearing.

Earl watched her move across the room, the sight of her provocative, alluring body causing his drained, flaccid rod to stir feebly. Christ, she was something else, all right! The dancing little sway to her almost pendulous, upthrusted tits and the jiggling roll of her hips and bottom, then the way her rounded full ass-cheeks spread as she squatted with her back to him by her valise… fuck… the lewd display could damn easily probe him toward seconds. Later, he decided; business first; he was going to get all he wanted of her in the next day or so… enough to last him a lifetime…

"This ought to do nicely," Lynn said, slipping into the gown and straightening her long hair, "without making me appear overdressed, as you put it, Darling." She smiled at him and moved close to take his hand. "I can't help but feel that your friends must think we're some kind of animals, the way we rushed up here to get into bed almost before I'd had a chance to say hello to them."

"Don't let it bug you, Baby," Earl grunted, leading her out into the dimly lighted hallway. "If there's one thing they understand around here, it's fucking… example… look!" He paused before an open doorway, still holding to her hand and drawing her close to him so that she couldn't avoid the sight.