Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

He began slowly rocking his hips, tromboning his thick, licentiously enlarged staff in and out of her sucking mouth, feeling his glans literally "pop" in and out of her throat. He could feel the damp sucking sounds she was making, while her fingers continued teasing his balls, and his own hands continued clasping her face between them.

Walter stared in lustful, perverted captivation, feeling her puffed cheeks between his hands as her bobbing head began working more fervently, toiling back and forth with more and more speed, letting him know she was totally subservient to his wishes. Unable to control himself, Walter shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, thrusting it forward with greater vehemence, feeling the way her oval lips sucked with mounting strength. He was unable to contain the smile of dominant lust he felt with each in-thrust, thrilling to the wonderful way her sucking mouth receptively hungered for him. She moaned in uncontrolled passion between his thighs, and he could feel the passion shudder through his cock and make his belly tremble.

Marge couldn't understand what was happening to her. What she did know was that she felt a wicked, obscene, lewd stimulation brought on by the forced sucking of her cousin's cock. Her cheeks still burned from the many slaps he had given her. Her breasts still pulsated from his full weight when he had sat on them. He had completely degraded her, making her feel helpless, and through all of this she felt a wanton, perverse enrapturing lust of sensations she had never known before. There was a growing, heated, lasciviousness charging madly through her loins, her belly, and her untouched vagina.

Her hands clung possessively to his thick cock and heavy balls. New tears were streaming down her cheeks, but these were tears of masochistic happiness. She had never, in her most remote teenage sexual fantasies, dreamed of sucking on a man's penis. And now that she was doing it, she found it to be the most wonderful thing she had ever done. It brought her a feeling of self-satisfaction, comfort, and sheer bliss. She found herself looking eagerly forward to each thrust of his phallic wand. And when his cock was fully embedded in her mouth, her tongue reached out to eagerly explore the wrinkles in his scrotum. Each time his cock slid back, the tip of her tongue lapped around the glans and ferally explored the tiny slit, hoping to coax out more of what she found to be that delicious, tangy lubricant. And during all of this, she felt a heated moistness building in her own vagina, making her squeeze her thighs together.

Walter stared down at the lovely blonde girl, absorbed by the way her lips elastically stretched to accommodate the thickness of his mighty penis. He continued guiding her lovely face with his hands, licentiously thrusting his hard cock in and out of the tight circle of her lips. He watched the way her ripe, contorted lips clung to his sliding shaft, seeing the tiny pink ridges of oral flesh pull out as his cock slid back, then seemingly disappear each time he powered forward. He shuddered each time the tender head of his cock worked its way into her throat, feeling the tight clutch of her esophagus creating a salacious sensation he'd never before believed possible: He could fee: the softness of her nose press into the wiry hairs on his pelvis. And then, abruptly, he became aware of a movement behind him. Her writhing hips and thighs were starting to bounce on the bed, hitting it as if the bed were a drumhead.

Turning, he looked at her alabaster thighs, and the sight of her sensual lower half burned through him. He watched the full, white limbs squeeze and rub against one another. He also stared at the undulating, wriggling motions of her nicely swelling hips. God! What a luscious-looking young cunt. The hairs around it had already grown nice and thick, looking like a golden mass of fluff. He had to taste that pussy. Christ! So he slowly began tugging his throbbing cock from between her pulling jaws.

"Mmmmm… oh no… no… no… please… Cousin Walter… " Marge began to beseechingly whimper. "Please… please… don't take it away… let me suck on it, oh please… please… please… I'm sorry I tried to back out of this. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. But don't take this cock away from me… let me suck it until you shoot… please…"

"Easy, easy," Walter told her, the rage in him totally dissipated. "I'm not taking the cock away from you, sweet girl. All I'm going to do is gobble a little of that tasty nookie between your thighs, Okay?"

"Huh? You mean you're going to… gosh… wellllll… sure… hey, why not! Heck… that's terrific… but remember, I want more of that wonderful cock."

"That's better. Just you remember, Marge-baby. Do as Cousin Walter says, and we'll both be happy."

"Yes, yes, yes, but hurry up and do it," Marge urged.

"Do what?" he asked, teasing the hell out of her.

"You know."

"Say it. I want to hear the words coming out of a sweet innocent, fourteen-year-old girl's mouth. Come on, now. Say it."

"Kiss it, lick it, lap it," she begged.

"Kiss, lick, and lap what?" he asked.

"My cunt. My pussy, my twat, my vagina. Eat it! Golly, don't drive me out of my skull like this. Suck my pussy until tomorrow… and give me more and more and more of that wonderful cock to eat."

Walter smiled at her, and slowly but surely began slithering down the length of her tender body, kissing her full, swollen breasts, licking her nipples, biting them, making them harder and harder. Then he moved his face lower, rubbing it into her silken-fleshed belly, stopping only to lap into the dimple of her navel before moving his head lower and swathing it through the blonde alfalfa on her pubis.

Marge didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a strong affection for her cousin. She should have hated him for all the things he'd done to her mother and herself, as well as for the things he would do to her sister. But her mind was reeling in lewd anticipation of what was about to happen.

His strong hands pressed on her inner thighs, touching their tender softness, and Marge felt her breath catching in her lungs as she waited, anxious to feel what she knew was coming. Golly! Could this be real? She was only fourteen-years-old.

She lurched up and sighed as his hot mouth clamped over her puffy lower lips. She thrilled to the tingling kisses the tip of his tongue was planting barely inside her hair-lined slit. Her vagina began to tingle madly, and she was humping her ass up and down, now totally out of control.

His mouth clamped down more surely on the split purse of her seething snatch as he continued planting seething kisses on the tender, prickling outer lips of her blistering vagina. Then his tongue slickly licked up and back, forcing her outer labia apart. His oral digit rested on the curried divide of her inner lips. Now the tongue began licking like that of an adder, lapping at the inner opening.

Every muscle in Marge's fourteen-year-old body began reacting uncontrollably as his tongue licked the ragged edges of her inner labia. Gasping sighs of surrendering delight began seeping from between her lips.

Mom, oh mom, this is so wonderful, she thought. What a terrific way to pay back a loan. Oh God! This has to be the best thing that's ever happened to me! Golly!

Her mind was totally enveloped in a flooded whirlpool of heightening delight. Everything else was now forced out. All she cared about was the maddening way his lusting tongue was making her react. Her young, voluptuous, girlish body was glowing with delight. Anxiously, her hands slid down across the hard nipples of her full breasts. She felt a throbbing in her fleshy mounds, and it made her writhe madly. Then her hands slid lower over her soft, girlish skin, rubbing across her flat belly, then pushing to the side and moving lower, coming to rest on the inside of each of her thighs. Her fingers could touch her palpitating outer cuntlips.