Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

As the bearded man came closer Florrie's eyes stared at his groin.

"Well," she said coldly, "if you're here to fuck me, let's see what kind of equipment you have."

She hadn't meant to be so bold about it, but she could see the hurt look on Walter's face when she'd said it, and realized her acceptance of his hairy man was something he hadn't expected. He had wanted to hear her beg to send the man away. Well, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"You're one all-right dame," Marv muttered, and hurriedly proceeded to undress. Her eyes locked onto the huge phallic wand extending from under a wiry brown bush. It was long, it was thick, and it could do one helluva job on any woman… provided the man attached to it knew how to use it. And Florrie had the funny feeling this man knew how. It was an all-white staff topped with a brilliant red helmet, and the slit in the helmet was already leaking drops of oily lubrication.

Feeling she could handle the man without too much trouble, Florrie lay back and waited for him to attack her naked body. She knew better than to fight or resist the man. It would have pleased Walter to see her do so, and that was another satisfaction she refused to give him. She'd lay there, and she'd let this man use her anyway he pleased. It wasn't as if the man was going to apply cigarettes to her flesh, or hit her with whips.

She closed her eyes, feeling the man's calloused hands close over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened into tan studs, and she felt him pull them between his fingers, causing the blood to pour into them and stiffen them even more. Oh, God! Her body was already starting to feel the tendrils of arousal curling through it.

Marvin was astonished at the ripe beauty of the woman whose breasts his hands fondled. This wasn't some street tramp. Maybe she wasn't a high society twat, but she had class, real class, and he couldn't understand why Walter would turn over such a quality broad to him. There were a few premature lines in her face, making her look the littlest bit older than she really was, but she was the kind of stuff who normally lived in a house and sent her kids packing off to school while cooking the meals and doing all kinds of things to make a husband happy. It was obvious she wasn't used to Marv, Bernie, or anyone like them. That was why her eyes were closed when he touched her. Well, what the hell! Walter wanted her double-fucked, and she wasn't putting up a struggle. He'd do his damndest to make it as easy for her as possible, in spite of what Walter wanted. She had a nice body, and it wasn't one that had been over-used. He was really going to enjoy making it with her.

He stared down at the smooth, narrow waist, pinched like that of an hour glass, accenting the full, round, shapely hips she had, and he couldn't wait to touch all of her. Jesus! He just didn't have enough hands to really appreciate her. He figured she might be lying there, just letting him do whatever pleased him, right up to when his dick would penetrate her pussy. But even if she never moved, he figured that body of hers would make it all worthwhile. Shit! She was really built!

His hands pushed her thighs wide apart and he stared into the black cloud of curling hair covering her pink pussy. His left hand reached forward, and with the fingers he spread the pink, hairlined slit, sliding his middle finger into the soft, sensitive flesh. He moved his finger deeper, while his forefinger and thumb probed for, and found, her clitoris. He felt her body jump as he tweaked it, and knew she couldn't fake feeling nothing for too long. She was too sensuous a woman.

"Unnngggh… ahhhh… " Florrie moaned, unable to help herself. The sensation of the rough man's fingers sent blistering thrills racing through every part of her body, waking up all the parts of her she had tried to will to sleep. And her loud, anxious sigh only spurred the goon on, letting him move his other hand down to work on her inner thighs as the middle finger of the hand on her fuzzy mount pushed the middle finger deeper, burying it inside her to the hilt.

God! She was tight in there. Her cunt sucked on his finger like a ewe lamb at its mother's udder. And she was sopping wet inside, which was sign of her body's. betrayal. His finger was sliding wetly in and out of her sopping sheath, moving with only the resistance of her cuntal walls. Florrie began thinking she might, after all, enjoy it. Her rationalization stemmed from the fact that Walter would hate it all the more if she did, and that perverse idea made it seem so much better. But then she reminded herself, her cousin was seeing to it she was being used like a common tramp, and to enjoy it might give him some kind of obscene satisfaction. She didn't want to do anything that would make Walter happy at this point. He was abusing her, and in her own way, she would make him pay for it.

Marv stared with wide-open eyes, watching her tender, delicate cunt flower open to greet his heavy, in thrusting finger. Christ! This was one hot chick, and he was really going to give it to her. He didn't know why Walter was giving her away instead of using her himself, but he had no intention of questioning his good fortune. Chicks like this were few and far between. Jesus! The last woman who aroused him this much had been the wife who had run off some fifteen years earlier. Yeah! That was it. The dame reminded him of his long-gone wife.

His throbbing cock was wildly lurching, whipping from side to side, bouncing up and down, becoming longer and harder as his finger continued steaming in and out of her sopping vagina… Sheee-it! If he didn't fuck into her shortly, he'd shoot all over her.

Sliding his finger from the warm, secure depths of her tight vagina, he lay down next to her and whispered, "Turn over, lady."

Obediently, Florrie rolled over onto her belly. He lifted her round, moon shaped asscheeks, admiring their fullness without being spread allover the place. Florrie's face was hidden in the bedcovers, and she moaned softly into the quilting, but allowed him to spread her thighs. She felt like some kind of dog, being fucked in this fashion. But in spite of her initial repulsion at the idea, she felt this bearded man seemed to have more understanding in him than Walter. Hell! She could no longer deny the fact that fires were burning hungrily in her yearning belly. She was becoming anxious, wanting to feel his thick pole in her vagina.

Marv motioned to Bernie, his brother, as the taller man came into the room, already stripped for action. He had Bernie walk over to the bed and sit near the woman's upraised buttocks, while he backed away. His brother, for all his gooniness, was almost as adept at making women come as he.

Bernie worked his fingers into the soft, yielding chasm separating the cheeks of her behind. His fingers spread the fleshy butts wide apart, exposing her puckered anus to the gaze of all three men. He leaned forward and began blowing into it, and it seemed to open and close with the pressure of the air he was expelling into it. Then he extended his forefinger and pressed it against the tiny, puckered entrance. He worked the ball of his finger around and around, and Florrie let her body relax, allowing him to slowly ease the tip of his finger into her. Then he slowly pushed, easing it in, right to the first knuckle.

"Uuuunnhh!" Florrie gasped, rotating her buttocks, still unaware it was the finger of a man other than the one she'd first seen working its way into her.

In all her married life, Florrie had never been ass-fucked. She had been preceded by her twelve-year-old daughter in that respect. But as the finger continued corkscrewing its way into her defenseless rectum, she discovered it was something she didn't dislike, at all. In fact, she found the manual intrusion into her rear-end somewhat enjoyable. It was sinking deeper and deeper, and though she feared it might hurt her by going too deep, she was pleasantly surprised to find her body gradually accepting the entire length of the finger. When she felt the flat of his hand press against her body, she realized the digit was all the way into her, and feeling more enjoyable than ever. She no longer wondered why he was probing there. It felt too good to question.