Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

Marge's entire body began wildly gyrating, twisting, turning, and spinning as her face became lined with the strain of building passion. Her forehead was drenched with perspiration, and her lips seemed to ceaselessly work with endless mewls of delight. Shuddering delight filled her entire body from top to bottom, and she realized she was going to come, just as she had when Cousin Walter had licked her pussy. Only this was going to be a stronger climax. It was building in the depths of her tight vagina. She had been forced into this rape, and her cherry had been violently ripped out of her, but he would repay her for all of this with a maddening orgasm.

Anxious to reach fulfillment, she moved her own body more quickly now, pumping and hunching, trying to speed him up with her movements. All feelings of fear and shame were, for the moment, totally overridden. Her body had taken control of her mind, dictating its own needs, making her forget the horror she'd experienced to get this far.

The man seemed to be squirming deeper and deeper into her, thrusting with all the strength in his skinny, flat hips, feeling the smooth, wet flesh of her tight vagina clinging ever more tightly around his swollen dork. She was wriggling and gyrating under him, unable and unwilling to gain any kind of control over her mad passion. Her anxiety was inflated to never-before-felt peaks by the violent pleasure this savage man was pounding into her. She wallowed in his mad, brutal, unceasing thrusts as the cock slid in and out as if constructed solely for her tight cunt. He wildly fucked into her naked, helpless torso, building her wanton thrills, but not really caring, since his sole interest was the mounting passion shooting through him.

In spite of the shame and degradation he had brought to her, Bessel felt his body wrapped in the cocoon of her winding arms as her hands ran up and down his skinny back, touching his spine and his ribs, pulling his narrow, hairy chest against the fullness of her heavy breasts. This time it was her mouth that sought, and found, his, kissing him with agonizing hunger. She seemed to become an inhuman dynamo of overpowering want, forcing her thighs wider apart, pulling them back until her knees were touching her shoulders, seeking to completely swallow him into the heated red depths of her hotly frothing, lewdly gaping infinity of wide-open cunt.

"You… uhh… love it… " he snarled. "Say it, say it… you love it. You… ahhhh… love my cock…"

"Oh, golly, yes, yes, yes, I love it… uhhh… don't stop! Ooooh, please don't stop now! Ahhh, harder… drive it in, harder… oooooh…"

Her climax was fast approaching. Nothing would be able to stop it. She had gone past the point of no return as her pelvis continued pounding up into his groin, swallowing the full length of his spearing cock as it moved with wild, abandoned lust into her hotly pulsating depths.

"Eeeeyyyyaaaaggghh! I'm… uggh! Aaaarrrgggh… commmiiinnnggg!"

She screamed, and then her body arched up off the cot. Her thighs were tightly locked around him, and she clung to him like a frightened child would cling to its father as she quivered and trembled and shivered and began spastically shaking in an insane vibrating rhythm which spewed her climactic lubrication in a warm flood all over his moving cock. Blast after blast of blistering heat flooded through her nakedness, inundating her white body with burning power. Her head spun as if caught up in an undertow of some kind, increasing and heightening the thrilling enjoyment of sensuality while nearly rending her senses into wild shards.

The power of her orgasm unleashed the internal control Bessel had maintained over himself. His prolongation of orgasm had nothing to do with the girl, but he knew the longer he held off, the better it would feel when he finally did come. All thought of anything was completely driven from his mind as he finally released his sputtering shots of thick sperm. He gasped and sighed, feeling the heavy pressure in his balls become unbearable, thrilling to the way his scrotum whacked against the tiny raisin of her asshole. He could feel the wild, bursting explosions in his loins. With long, loud, shattering grunts he continued blasting into her, shooting his scalding semen deep into the silken depths of her anxious, receptive womb. He thrust forward again and again, keeping time with the spurts he was shooting into her body, and finally, when the spurts had diminished, and his long cock had shrunk to near-nothingness, he fell back, pulling out of her and plopping on the floor.

Marge wanted to lie there and ride out her after-climax, but it would have been foolish on her part to wait for Bessel to regain his strength. She could see she had sapped him for just a few moments, so she got to her feet and slid into her shoes. But the rest of her clothing was in tatters. Hurrying to the lone closet in the room, she opened it and found a clean pair of dungarees and a pullover shirt. She hurriedly put these on, and she was about to leave when the door was kicked open and the four goons who worked for Walter came trouping in.

"See," the one who had been watching below, said. "I told you guys I saw shadows moving around in here."

"You, girlie, get the hell outta here right now," another of the muscle men said.

Marge didn't have to be told twice. She ran for the door and began hurrying down the stairs. But long before she was out of hearing range, she could hear Bessel screaming as the four men started working him over. She would have felt sorry for him had he been decent. Now she was glad to hear him yell, and for the first time she could understand why her cousin had to employ such men as the four beating on Elliot Bessel.

That night after supper, Walter confronted Marge with the torn clothing she had left at Bessel's place. His goons had brought the clothes to him. In front of her mother and her sister, he showed them to Marge, demanding to know what she had been doing there. Little by little he was able to worm it out of her, including the rape.

"My God!" Florrie gasped. "So that's why you insisted on a hot bath when you came home in those filthy rags you were wearing."

"You thought I wasn't good enough for you and your daughters," Walter bellowed at Florrie. "Yet your oldest one goes and lets herself get screwed by a pig who might have some kind of venereal disease."

"Oh Lord!" Florrie gasped. "Walter, she has to be tested. She has to go to a nearby doctor."

"Come on," Walter told them. "I'll take her to a doctor I know."

The three women went with Walter in his large, roomy car, and he drove to a small, nearby suburb. There, he ushered Marge into the doctor's office, which was in the downstairs part of his house, and he waited while the doctor took a blood sample from the girl.

"I won't have the results back until late tomorrow," the doctor told Walter.

"It's okay," Walter nodded, handing the doctor fifteen dollars for his fee. Then he handed him another fifteen, and said, "Just call the results to me at my office."

Marge was too embarrassed and ashamed to say anything the entire time. Eva was the only one she could speak to, and she would have to wait until they were alone in the bedroom they shared. But Marge would have to wait a bit longer than she figured.

Back at the apartment, Walter turned to Florrie and said, "From now on, if there's fucking to be done, I'm the guy who does it in this family. And tonight there's going to be some nice fucking."

"Walter, take me," Florrie begged. "Please, leave the girls alone."

"No way," Walter snapped. "I've been cheated out of Marge's cherry. You can bet the same thing isn't going to happen with Eva."

"My God! Walter, you can't do this," Florrie screamed. "It's wicked, it's evil."