Jon Reskind - Walo_s mistress

"M-My God!" Lynn gasped under her breath, her pretty green eyes widening in utter astonishment. There were three of them on the bed, all naked, a young dark-haired, slender girl who couldn't have been over sixteen or seventeen, and two bearded, shaggy-headed males… one cradled intimately between the girl's wide spread thighs with his shaft buried to its hilt in the moist pink slit of her undulating vagina, while the other lay on his back beside her and she was masturbating his hardened penis with her small, white hand!

Lynn couldn't believe it! Yet, there was no doubt in her mind but what the lewd spectacle was actually taking place. She could readily see the glistening, solid flesh of the mounted one's cock along with his bloated, swaying balls between his spread, hairy thighs as he drew it out of the girl's tight, pink vagina to its very tip, then plunged into her upraised young loins furiously, causing her small, pointed breasts to ripple like mounds of white gelatin, while she moaned and whimpered in obvious rapture and simultaneously continued to stroke and massage the heavy prick in her hand.

"Inspiring, eh, Rabbit?" Earl said, grinning obscenely. "That's Sari. She drifted in from Spokane a couple of weeks ago… and I don't think she's been out of that bed over two hours a day since." He made a dirty little sniggering sound. "She enjoys making friends."

"M-My God, Earl… she's just a child!" Lynn gasped.

"Some child," he answered wryly. "Come on. Virgin'll introduce you around while I talk to Rudy…"

Lynn did, still in a state of awe at the unexpected lurid show she'd witnessed at the open door of Sari's room, but then, not too surprised at some of the others she glimpsed as they made their way along the hall and down the stairs to the door of their so-called host and hostess' quarters.

It opened off of what had once been the hotel lobby, a large room shabbily furnished with dilapidated chairs and several couches, all of which were occupied by young girls and seedy looking fellows in different stages of undress, relaxation and sexual play, but nothing to the point of actual intercourse, such as she'd viewed upstairs. Nevertheless, the casual sight of so many naked feminine breasts and both male and female genitals entirely exposed caused her an inbred feeling of uneasiness. A thick haze seemed to hang heavy over the atmosphere of the room… an almost sweet-smelling pall that was not entirely unfamiliar to her. Pot! And from the expressions of a few, Lynn realized, they were on heavier stuff.

God! Just what was her husband doing in the midst of all this… this debauchery, anyway? She looked at him, her lovely eyes filling with confusion, but before she could speak, the door opened inward… it was Rudy…

Rudy Opal was a big man, taller, broader and older by at least ten years than Earl, Lynn decided, sitting across the kitchen table from him. She wasn't sure that she liked his black beard, but it was trimmed and surprisingly neat, and when he smiled his strong white teeth glistened attractively in contrast. His eyes were dark and alert, constantly probing, she felt, as time and again she caught them raking over her… almost undressing her, and he made no effort toward hiding the fact. He, too, sat naked to the waist, a pair of cut-off jeans covering his heavy loins, the wealth of matted black hair encompassing his chest not exactly repulsive to her.

"We didn't get much of a chance to talk, Lynn," Virgin was saying in her soft, sultry voice from the chair to her right. "It seems that your daddy-man had a weighty problem that had to be taken care of first… and I can well see why. You're a very lovely girl, Darling."

Lynn sensed the twinge of red coloring her cheeks. "T-Thank you," she said, looking directly into the striking, agate-hued eyes of the slightly older girl. She was beautiful, Lynn thought, with her ivory-like complexion, sallow cheeks and shimmering black hair. Virgin… what a lovely name for an enchanting girl, tall, willowy, and obviously well endowed with curvaceous charms beneath the faded, draping thing she was wearing… what was she doing there, leading this sort of wasted, unmeaningful life…? Was she happy? She certainly looked it… Then, a question occurred to Lynn that she hadn't even thought to ask her self before! Did they know about Earl's insurance swindle? Had he confided in them? If so, why? God… on second thought, what was the meaning of all of it?

"I thought maybe Virgin could take Lynn around and show her the place… introduce her to some of the family while we talk some business, Rudy," Earl said, interrupting her thoughts, and Lynn found herself looking at one then the other of them.

"Hey Man, plenty of time for that," Rudy said with a certain air of authority. "I like to look at that golden head. She's a stunning chick, eh, Virgin?"

"Absolutely stunning," Virgin agreed softly, her smile filled with warmth and love.

Lynn swallowed uneasily as Rudy pushed from the table and walked to a cupboard at the other end of the room. He came back carrying a cigar box and reseated himself. Smiling, he said to Lynn: "Grass, Baby, Tijuana gold… you with it… or you have aversions?"

Lynn stared at him, then dropped her eyes to the box that was half-filled with the weed. He took out papers and began to roll the cylinders skillfully. She turned to Earl who was watching her, an uncomfortable expression bothering his thin face. He looked away and began to toy with his fingers self-consciously. A sensation of anger surged through her at his near hangdog attempt to avoid answering the multitude of questions that were racing crazily through her mind. What was going on? What was his affiliation here? How much had he told these people? What had happened to him? What was this deal he'd spoken of? But above all, what was their future together?

"No!" she heard herself snap sharply when Earl refused to look at her. "I have absolutely no aversion… Hang-up… isn't that the proper term? Hang-up! Well, I have none against it! In fact, the last time I tried it, I really enjoyed it!" she added, and that was the truth, except that the occasion had been with Nickie and that had left something to be desired.

"Great, Baby!" Rudy said, his captivating grin directed for her consumption alone.

"Y-You've tried it… pot, I mean?" Earl questioned, gaping at her suddenly.

"Of course! Hasn't everyone?"

"Huummph! Bratham must've changed in the last couple of years!" Earl spat.

"Not even a tiny bit, Darling… only the people have changed!" Lynn tossed back at him.

"Yeah… I can see that!"

Rudy chuckled loudly. Then he said: "Cool it Man! That's no way to talk to this little gem…" He lighted the joint, dragged deep, then, handed it across the table to Lynn who took it, her eyes level with his, as if caught up by some compelling force that she couldn't understand. "Try it, Baby," he said, and she did.

They watched her, Virgin impassively, Rudy measuringly, and Earl unbelievingly, as she dragged deep and held it in her lungs for the full effect, then sighed slowly.

"Jesus Christ!" her husband exclaimed.

Rudy grinned appreciatively. "You've been there, Baby," he said.

Lynn looked to Virgin who was smiling with understanding warmth in her lovely eyes. The willowy brunette said: "It's good isn't it, Darling?"

Lynn nodded. "It is… honest, it really is!"

"Shit!" Earl spat. "Let's get down to business, Rudy. If you want the broads to sit in on it… okay with me! I got the cash… sixty Gs! Now, let's talk about Lopez!"

Again, Rudy laughed. He handed both Virgin and Earl a dark-paper rolled reefer, then put his own in his mouth, lighting all in turn from a book of matches, Virgin's first, his own last. He sucked deep, held it, then exhaled wearing an euphoric smile. He let his discerning eyes dwell for a long time on Lynn's level, answering gaze. She couldn't help but sense the unwanted excitement his stare was causing her; yet, she wanted nothing out of the whole affair but Earl's appreciation of her. By the same token, she didn't want to incur Virgin's wrath… she who was sitting innocently by and watching this entire uncalled-for scene… But she was a woman, and obviously all woman; she would understand, even if it was necessary to apologize later…