Jon Reskind - Walo_s mistress

Lynn tore her fixed gaze away from Virgin's mesmerizing stare, twisting her head enough to see Walo's now naked, massive body. Dear God! She could barely conceive of the awesome sight! The poor imbecile… he was not fat, as one might absently imagine, but powerfully barrel-chested, with strong, heavy legs and muscular thighs; yet, it was his baby-like, pinkish-white skin that surprised her… and the flaccid, inhuman length of thick, tubular flesh hanging between his legs that utterly amazed her. It wasn't possible! It dangled at least seven to eight inches over the huge sac swinging beneath his crotch, the purplish head like a huge dyed mushroom half-hidden inside its thick foreskin. He was grinning and looking at Rudy for instructions. Lynn swallowed tightly, her throat cotton dry, her brain spaced from the pot, and in her muddled mind she tried to conceive of the young slender girl on the floor absorbing what would inevitably prove monstrous inside her small, youthful vagina.

Lord in heaven… it was impossible! What in God's name had she gotten herself in…

"All right, Mark… you and Earl hold Jan while the twins see what they can do with Walo's prick," Rudy said, easing backward and sitting down in his chair by the table. He turned slowly to face Lynn. "I hope Virgin's explaining this to you, Baby. We call it the Walo Requital. The family governs itself pretty much until it steps on my toes… Anyway, watch close, Chick, it might inspire you."

Inspire her? Good God, what could he possibly mean by that statement? Inspire her to what…? She stared at him but he turned away toward the lewd and brutal performance that was taking place in the center of the floor. Earl and Mark had dropped down on either side of the defenseless girl who had nearly given up her futile struggles, and was shedding tears profusely. Her firm, pointed young breasts heaved and rippled with the convulsive choking sounds that erupted continuously from her throat. She lay on her back, held there by the two, her head tossing back and forth in obvious dread, while the redheaded twins drew Walo down between them.

The sight of her own husband participating in what could be termed nothing but savage rape of the helpless child had shocked Lynn speechless. The twisted expression of his mouth and the almost animal gleam in his eyes… this wasn't her Earl… Dear God, had she really made love… beautiful love with him not an hour before? It was impossible… couldn't be happening… She watched spellbound as the slender, naked girl attempted to hold her full white thighs together, crossing her feet in a locking gesture, as if this might ward off her approaching ravishment. God, how tender, silken, and alluring her pretty young loins were… with the soft thatch of pubic hair generously covering the mound between her thighs, her pink inner-flesh hidden at that moment… Oh no! No! Earl smoothed his hand down over her breast and the small basin of her belly and was forcing his finger through the soft, curling hair toward her concealed vaginal lips! She heard him laugh obscenely; then Lynn watched the young girl lurch spasmodically and she knew that he'd found her clitoris!

"Come on, Bitch! Get with it!" Earl hissed, his words coming up to Lynn. "Don't try to play the modest cherry with us! You're going to get cock; you might better try to enjoy it!"

Lynn couldn't watch. She pressed herself away from Virgin's caresses and covered her face with her hands as she leaned on the table. Her brain reeled from the effects of the marijuana, yet not unpleasantly, she realized. The deplorable thing was the sight of Earl down there taunting that poor girl, fondling her genitals, and holding her like some executioner's helper! Dear Lord, in heaven! What's happened to him? And what's to happen with us? Oh God, help me… help us… please.

Virgin's warm, soft hand clasping her own caused Lynn to raise her head and look at the other. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come.

"Don't fret for her, Baby," Virgin said in a near whispering voice. "She's not as innocent as she looks down there… and she'd cut your throat for a dollar. She held out on the others and that's a cardinal sin here. We have to have our own laws and our own punishment… and I assure you, it's an effective punishment… as you'll see."

Lynn still couldn't force words from her throat with the agonized lump that had formed there at the spectacle of her husband's lascivious acts on the imprisoned girl, and it occurred to her then that Virgin had thought nothing of that! Dear God, it was obvious that their sense of values were entirely foreign to her own… and they had obviously indoctrinated her husband to accept them.

Virgin had turned her head to watch the licentious performance and Lynn found herself following the enchanting brunette's gaze to where Walo, grinning almost insipidly, lay sprawled out on his back, his powerful thighs widespread, while Maxine knelt between and over them in her voluptuous, red-haired loveliness, stroking and massaging his gigantic shaft. Then, as she held and manipulated it with knowing tenderness, her sister moved down from kissing the dimwitted man's mouth, positioned herself to one side and lowered her open lips onto his huge cock, sucking the great head inside the warm cavern of her pretty mouth. Lynn gaped at the lurid scene in awe, unable to avoid the carnal sensations it was inspiring within her own belly and loins. Maxine continued to grasp the thick, hardening stalk as she lowered her own face and began to lick Walo's almost hairless testicles, lick them until Lynn could see the little spasmodic convulsions that were taking place all over the massive man's baby-skinned body.

"Oohhh… good heavens!" Lynn gasped, hardly conscious of the fact that the words had tumbled from her own dry lips. "I-It's getting hard! God! It must be nine… ten inches long!"

"Something like that," Virgin replied, her eyes sparkling. "And you know, Darling, as many times as I've seen it, it never ceases to amaze me!"

Lynn stared at her; Virgin was smiling excitedly and still holding to her hand. Suddenly, Rudy, who hadn't moved from his chair, said: "That's enough, girls. Let's get it into her, Walo. You girls help him; spread her legs apart!"

The young helpless girl whimpered in seeming despair, the almost wailing sound causing Lynn to shudder in a sudden strange, unwanted prurient fascination while Walo got to his knees and crawled between the wide held legs of the spread-eagled girl, his inhuman penis swinging like a wagon tongue as he situated himself between her opened thighs, the twin redheads letting free of her limbs once he was securely wedged before her defenseless, hair-fringed little vagina, Annie quickly moving behind him to caress and tickle his sperm-inflated balls while Maxine stroked and massaged his horrendously hardened cock, easing back the heavy foreskin and pointing the throbbing purple head at Jan's moist pink split.

Again, the helpless girl groaned pathetically, raising her head to gape frantically down between her firm erect breasts at the colossal prick poised above the small hole between her tender young thighs. Lynn could only imagine the horrifying thoughts that must be racing through her fear-stricken brain… that would be screaming through her own if she were that poor unfortunate young girl! Dear God, even if she wasn't a virgin… if she was a common street slut, there was a limit to the capacity of her vagina! It would rip her… split her open… and the pain would be unbearable!

"How does that feel, Bitch?" Maxine taunted, spreading the girl's tight fleshy cunt lips open with Walo's heavy cock-head, working the moist tip up and down through the viscid coral flesh of her velvety, hair encircled little aperture. "Like you wanted to blow your mind, maybe?" The redhead began to rub her clitoris with the spongy tip and Lynn saw the girl's soft white body jerk spasmodically, even as her own trembled and convulsed in sympathetic, if, aroused sensitivity. "Maybe you'll think twice before you try to hold out on us again, eh, Chickie?"