Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

Golly! she kept thinking. Golly! Golly! Golly! This was something really special. Gee, he was licking her anus, and men just didn't do something like that with every girl. She could feel the way his wet, probing tongue was pushing into it, lapping wildly away at it, slurping and licking… oooohh… he was trying to push it into her. Oooooooh! Uuuuuuuuh!

She almost bit her own tongue, and that was when she realized her own mouth was empty.

"Cousin Walter," she called to him. "Turn around. Let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. Hurry!"

Walter, with his face still glued between her rounded glutei cheeks, arced his body around until his throbbing cock was directly over her face and his knees surrounded her head. His tongue continued licking up and down, running from the moist juiciness of her seething twat to the tight crinkle of her tender asshole, licking furiously. As his tongue dipped into the salacious center of her steaming honeypot, he felt her fingers curl around his throbbing cock, and then her hands were pulling hard, tugging it into the wide circle of her ribboned lips, trying to suck the entire length of it down her throat, at once.

Her desire was savage and unbridled, and she sucked so strongly, she vacuumed it into the depths of her esophagus before she was ready, and she almost strangled on it. Her tongue was madly running all over the throbbing dingus, wetting it from base to crown, teasing the sensitive underside, tantalizing the oversensitive corona, lapping at the base, licking the head, and trying to lick into the little slit. She felt the glans pulse and throb between her lips, once more enjoying the taste of the rich spice it emitted. Again, her hands were delicately massaging his testicles, and the lust burning in her brain was no longer the fire of subservience, but the flames of equal desire. She felt him move his loins up and down, up and down, and the thick, throbbing pole began sliding in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm of his lapping tongue as it once again thrust deeply into her cunt.

Marge had no idea so many different feelings and sensations could rampantly race through a human body. Even as she pumped her cunt in time to the way his licking tongue was working on it, and moved her head in rhythm to the up-and-down bucking of his plunging cock, she realized these were feelings she wanted to become more and more familiar with.

Abruptly, she almost jumped as she felt something new added to what they were doing, His forefinger was probing her rectal orifice, slowly opening it, carefully working its way into her, touching other delicate nerves his tongue had not been able to reach before. The touch of his finger made her breath quicken. She realized if she tightened her anal interior the probing of his finger would hurt. All she had to do was relax, and she did just that. His finger slid in quickly and painlessly, all the way.

"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, the thick cock still stuffed down her throat, blocking her from really making noises. Even so, her sounds were those of rapture and not of agony.

A funny feeling began welling up in her belly. It was something she had never known before. She could feel the warm glow spreading into her loins, and knew something wonderful would shortly take place.

His wonderful mouth, still stuck to her seeping cunt and stretching the elasticized vaginal interior of her body, made her writhe insanely. His deep, thrusting tongue was swirling around inside her, lashing the sensitive vaginal walls in time to the way her mouth was bobbing up and down on his cock, which, in turn, was keeping time with the way his finger was thrusting in and out of her rectum. She began nursing on his boner in earnest at this point, sucking with the hope of draining it of the contents it would eventually shoot. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed, swelling licentiously and sucking obscenely, and her flat belly seemed to frantically rise and fall as her lips anxiously pulled at the throbbing cock.

Come, she thought. Come! Shoot that stuff into my mouth.

Marge knew all about sex. Her mother had told her everything when she was ten years old, just as her mother had told Eva. Florrie felt knowledge would help her children retain their virtue as long as possible. And had it not been for Walter, it was very possible the two girls would have remained untouched a few more years.

Marge could feel the ultimate moment of their oral/genital coupling approaching. Soon he would be shooting his stuff into her, while she would be reaching a climax of her own. But God, her climax was building more and more rapidly, and he would have to hurry to keep pace with her.

Her lips clasped more tightly around the throbbing cock, feeling the pulsing, blood-filled head flex and contract. And at that moment the soaring sensation in her belly suddenly hit the top. The first violent spasms of rapture were beginning. She wanted to open her mouth and scream her enjoyment to the world, but to do that would be to release his throbbing penis, and that was something she wouldn't do. Her hand holding his dangling balls squeezed them with bloated affection, and her nails teased at the base of his scrotum, trying to hurry his orgasm along, while at the same time, she did her best to restrain her own oncoming crisis.

Walter realized Marge was about to climax. Every taut muscle and nerve in her body communicated itself to him, and he reveled in the knowledge he could bring pleasure to this delectable, girlish body the first time she was with him. Bringing her off would really be a feather in his orgasmic cap. Hell! There was no trick to making experienced females come. But girls who weren't used to orgasm, well… that was something else. Shit! His lust-aroused mind shuddered with ecstasy. He could scream with happiness) wanting to shout it from the highest apartment house roof in the city. God! To know this pure, untouched little blondie was wriggling under him like a truly wanton whore, sucking his pecker and wanting to take it all down her throat, made him feel as if he'd really accomplished something. Jesus! He'd made her come again and again. This was one girl capable of doing so.

Marge tried to scream but couldn't, not with her throat filled with cock. Her breath was caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat, but the overwhelming explosion inside her wasn't waiting for her breath to catch up. It came thundering out of her, causing her enraptured self to quake repeatedly, again and again. Her mind was aware of the climax, but it was her body that was fully enjoying it. The thunderous paroxysms shook her body again and again, and she wanted to shout her happiness aloud. She could feel his whipping tongue continuing to lash away at her vagina and clitoris, refusing to let up for a moment, and then a second orgasm came pouring down all over her before she had recovered from the blasting attack of her first climax. A third followed the second, and her writhing body slammed up as her thighs tightly surrounded his head, pulling it deeper and deeper into her coming pussy. His wild tongue was carefully attacking repeatedly, without letup, refusing to let her body settle down. And Marge wanted more and more, realizing at that moment she was probably capable of continuous orgasms without end.

Come on, she thought. Come on. You come, too. Shoot that sperm down my throat. Make me drink it like you promised. Come on, Cousin Walter. Come, come, come!

Her mental plea seemed to reach Walter's mind, and his brain sent the message to his body. He felt the wild, intricate sensations building up in his inner organs, bubbling and boiling until the seed could no longer be contained. And then it began moving into the narrow tube in the underside of his throbbing cock, and a moment later it came spewing out into Marge's mouth.

"Aaayyyaaagggghhhh!" he bellowed.