Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

The size of Walter's wand seemed bigger and bigger as it reamed its way through her. She felt it thickening each time it forced its way back into her colon. God! If she hadn't needed her hands for balance, she would have reached underneath, grabbed his balls, and yanked him all the deeper into her. She now had him almost as far into her. intestine as was possible. The base of his throbbing organ pressed strongly into her rectal breach, but his pelvis couldn't contract enough to fit in, as well.

Eva's fingers curved into claws as they dug into the bedcovers. If her nails had been longer, they would have become talons, shredding everything under her.

Walter's hand slid under the body of the kneeling girl. His perspiring hand felt its way along the curve of her bare pelvis while the glove-tight clasp of Eva's asshole pulled at his thrusting cock the instant his hand touched the seam between her vaginal lips. His fingers probed the delicate labia, and his touch sent tremors of dry ice shooting through her crotch. Sparks seemed to scorch his scrotum, making the hairs covering them stand straight out.

Eva's heart was madly thudding. Her tiny nostrils flared even wider. Her lungs felt swollen and she had to gasp to pull air into them.

"Unnhh… unnhh… unnhh… " her dry throat pleaded.

The searing pleasure rippling through her insisted she screech out her pleasure. Her teeth clenched, trying to hold back the scream, but the climax was in its final stages of building as his fingers touched her clitoris.

Walter attempted to ram more of his driving phallus into the sucking center of Eva's tight rectum. He could feel a slight curve in her colon, all the way in as he reached farther than ever, feeling his flat stomach press between her wide-open buttocks. And in the meanwhile, his fingertip pressed against the vellicating extension of her clitoris while his palm rubbed between her vaginal lips. And then the sensation in her ass became too much. Her rectum started tightly spasming around his probing cock.

"Uhhhh… aaaaahhh… " she gasped. "Eeeeyyy aaagghhhhrrgghh!"

Eva's entire young body erupted as the climax in her rectum blended with the one blistering from her clitoris. She literally sank into the wet, exploding thrills in her rectum and clitoris as if wallowing in some sucking quicksand. Her thighs seemed to blast out in every direction at once, and her rectum had such a tight grip on Walter's cock, right at the base, she threatened to yank it out by the root.

"Ohhhh… Jesus… Eva… " he was screaming, "keep on doing it, ohhhh yeeaaahhh aarg!"

Thundering blasts of bursting lava exploded in the girl's rectum as her sphincter continued its tight, forbidding hold on his throbbing cock. The searing fluid burned its way through her large intestine, an intense shock that all but caused her to rip the dome of his cock from the rest of his phallic staff.

Walter felt the gallons of goo in his balls struggling to escape, and for the first time wondered why his cock could shoot so little at anyone time. He was planted as far into her as possible, and the clutch of her asshole made it impossible for him to stroke even a little. Each time his hard cock pulsated with another fiery blast of semen into her depths, he felt his spine crack. Crackles of ecstasy tingled through him, repeatedly.

And when her squeezing rectum had milked his cock of all his seed, it continued pulling, tugging more sensation from inside him. Even after his shrunken penis fell out of her, her asshole continued convulsing, doing its best to hold onto the orgasmic sensations as long as possible.

With sperm squirting from her asshole, Eva allowed herself to be cradled in Walter's arms as he lay down beside her, holding her firm, young body to his. He wished to God he could raise another erection and plough her tight little pussy. The girl's body had a chainlike series of climaxes inside, going off like a string of firecrackers. But the fuse was almost out and there were still some aching sensations inside, waiting to make themselves felt. Christ! The girl deserved everything his cock had to offer, and more. But his cock wouldn't rise, and he knew she would suffocate him if he used his tongue down there. This little twelve-year-old was the hottest member of the family.

His hands caressed her back and stroked her flesh, doing their best to calm her down, but all he did was incite her even more, and the orgasms began coming without his doing a thing other than holding her. She was pure energy.

Eva felt her climaxes erupt within her and knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. Not that she wanted to. She was having the most wonderful time of her life. She recalled how everything had looked in the movie the previous day, only each girl pictured in Eva's mind had her face. Gosh! she thought. If this is what it's like now, how will it be when I take a penis into my vagina? Oh, golly! Wait'll I tell Marge. She'll never believe how great it was. Never!

Little by little the sensations in her body began fading, and Eva untensed. When she was totally played out, she let Walter carry her back to her bedroom, where he dressed her and let her sleep.

When Marge finished with her study class after school, she saw it was three-thirty, which meant she had plenty of time.

All during the day, the idea of meeting Elliot Bessel had run through her. The thought intrigued the girl, and now, with time on her hands, she decided to do something about her daydream.

When she found the near-slum in which Elliot Bessel had his apartment, Marge also saw one of Walter's goons. Obviously Bessel had listened to her warning and had gotten out. The thug was watching the place, waiting for Bessel to return.

Bessel lived on the top floor, five flights up. Going up the five flights, Eva found Bessel's apartment. Putting her ear to the door, she listened, but heard nothing. The doorjamb was splintered and it was obvious the goons had broken into his place the previous night.

The door was loose and the lock didn't hold. Eva walked in. A huge skylight let lots of sun into a very small room with a smaller bathroom off to the side. In the far corner was an unmade cot with dirty sheets on it. A small night table was next to it.

The middle of the room held an easel and painting. The painting was a self-portrait of Bessel, one of two dozen he had in the room. Marge noticed the rugged look of each of the portraits and wondered if Bessel really looked that way, or if that was the way he saw himself. Her answer carne a moment later, when a fuzzy voice with an accent she couldn't place, said, "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Turning, Marge saw a short, almost emaciated man who bore a very faint resemblance to the individual in the many portraits. He had come from a vacant apartment across the way. The door to the other apartment was wide open, and she could see it was completely bare.

"A-are you Mr. Bessel?" she asked, looking at his dirty shirt and stained pants. His mustache was the old handlebar kind, and seemed to weigh more than the rest of him.

"I'll ask the questions," he told her. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Gosh," she muttered, "my name is Marge. I was the one who called you last night."

"You? You're just a kid."

"Does that matter?"

He looked at her, his eyes running up and down her body. Then he shut the apartment door. "No, no it doesn't matter. Thanks for the call, kid. I really appreciate it."

"There's a man still watching the place from downstairs."

"Yeah, I know. But what they don't know is, all the other apartments on this floor are vacant. So I can always duck into one or another of them whenever I hear someone coming up the stairs, like when I heard you a few minutes ago."