Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

"Suck it, Florrie," he begged, and his voice barely penetrated her lust-crazed mind.

She realized the thick phallus was waving at her mouth, and she knew it was Walter's. Yes, she would suck it. She would suck it with love, because she now realized it was the most natural thing in the world for her to take the prick of this man anywhere inside her. And that meant her daughters as well. Each girl was a part of her, and when he was fucking either of them, he would be fucking her.

Sighing, she closed her mouth around the solid pale of his thrusting prick. Its pungent flavor seemed to perfectly complement the sensations of thrilling delight building higher and higher in her womb and rectum. Her mouth filled itself with the fullness of his tasty meat. It rummaged in and out, while her tongue bathed it all over the way a mother cat licks her kitten clean. This was the completion of the most wonderful sexual time in her life. She would never again be able to return to her old set of morals. Her eyes had been opened along with her cunt, her rectum, and her mouth. All that mattered in this world was the total fulfillment of sexual desires. And as long as this could be accomplished without her bringing pain or sorrow to anyone else, she intended doing so.

Marv could no longer keep himself in check. He slammed his throbbing cock deep inside her blistering vaginal passage, groaning as he felt his sperm suddenly start moving through his body, racing to escape. It moved into his throbbing cock, rumbled into the tip of his penis, and began blasting with tremendous heated bursts deep inside her anguished pussy.

"Yyyaaarrrgghh!" he bellowed, humping wildly forward with each maddening thrust. And it seemed to become a trigger for all the other weapons being employed in this wonderfully bizarre scene. His twitching, firing cock seemed to incite a response in his brother's prick, a thin membrane away from his, in an even tighter tunnel. Bernie slammed his solid wang into the tight, crushing depths of her colon at the moment of climax.

"Aaaayyyaaagghhrrgghh!!" he bellowed, as his exploding semen shot into her writhing body.

Florrie groaned deep down inside her as she felt the thrilling liquids inundate both passages, almost at the same time. She was being inwardly drowned with their white, sticky semen. The one pumping into her rear-end created the sensation she was getting a sperm enema, while the other fired continually into her wildly contracting vagina, driving her to a peak of uncontrolled frenzy. She clamped her lips tightly around the base of the hard cock thrust into her sucking mouth and moaned a loud, "Mmmmmm!" as twin climaxes began blasting through her passionate body. Her belly rippled with strong spasms of delight as her sperm-filled womb overflowed with lubricating juices exuded by her own climax.

"Florrie, Florrie, Florrie," Walter screamed. "Oh, God! I love youuuuu… uuugghh!"

His hot, throbbing cock fired burst after burst of heavy sperm into his cousin's mouth, feeling the way she voraciously sucked and drank his seed. She tugged on the thick, long, flexing cock as if trying to swallow its length down her throat into her belly, so its head could come into contact with the rapidly deflating penises in her other orifices. She swallowed strongly, keeping his long cock fully buried in her throat, refusing to let any of it go as she eagerly drank the seminal libation he had to offer. It was Walter's spunk, and she wanted every last drop of it inside her. Where the other two would pull their shrunken phalluses out of her and their seed would come dripping out, Walter's was swallowed into her belly, and it had become a part of her, never to escape.

The four of them pressed tightly into one another, slamming the headboard of the bed noisily against the wall. They rolled and writhed until they were completely out of strength. And then they lay there, unable to move as Florrie continued sucking the now-shriveled cock of her cousin.

No one was aware of the door silently opening, nor did they see the two girls peering in. Each had been awakened by the noise the four adults had made. Curious, they had waited until the sounds had subsided, and then looked in. And seeing their mother surrounded by the three men, they felt terror run through them.

As Marge and Eva watched, the two brothers began stirring. They finally got up from the bed, slipped into their clothes, and headed for the door. Eva and Marge retreated into their own rooms until the two men were gone.

"I think we should call the police and tell them about Cousin Walter's place of business," Eva whispered. "He didn't have to do that to mom. She never really purposely did anything to hurt him."

The two girls went into the living room, and Eva was about to pick up the phone and call the police, when Marge stopped her. She was looking at a folded newspaper lying near the phone.

"Wait!" she said to Eva. "Look at this." The two girls read an article in the paper about another loan shark the police had caught, a week earlier. The man had been fined a thousand dollars after a plea of guilty, and he was right back out on the street again, plying his trade.

"Big deal," Marge muttered. "What we should do is give Cousin Walter a lesson he'll never forget. I mean, when the people who owe him money don't pay back on time, he has them beaten up. Well, we've been doing all kinds of things for him, and look how he pays mom back. I think we should beat him up."

"But he's so much stronger than we are," Eva pointed out. "We could never hurt him without his hurting us, first."

"Unless we do it right now," Marge snapped. "Huh?"

"After that workout he's gone through, he can't move right now. Let's go in there and give him a beating."

"Well, gee, shouldn't we look for a baseball bat or something?" Eva timidly asked. "Heck no," Marge snapped. "We don't want to kill him. We just want to give him a sound beating, to let him know we don't like what he's done to mom."

"But won't he get even, later on?" Eva asked.

"Not if he wants us here to keep on doing what we've been doing. For some reason, Cousin Walter is infatuated with all three of us. He won't hurt any of us. Look, you saw how he 'punished' ma. They didn't beat her or anything. They just fucked her."

"Okay," Eva nodded. "Let's go."

The two girls marched into the bedroom, and before Walter realized what was happening, they were kicking, hitting, punching and scratching him.

"Stop!" Florrie yelled at her two daughters, sitting up.

"But, mom," Eva protested. "After what he did to you, we thought it was only right we give him back a little."

"No," Florrie told them. "I… didn't understand, before. Now I do. Eva, you said you wanted Cousin Walter to fuck you. Well, if he's in shape to do it, tomorrow, you not only have my permission, but my blessing."

"Huh?" Eva asked, her twelve-year-old eyes widening.

"Yes," Florrie told her daughters. "I understand Cousin Walter much better now. But I think we had better make some new ground rules if we're to go on living here."

"And just where the hell do you come off thinking you can dictate to me?" Walter asked, his nose bleeding and bruises starting to form on his face as he sat up.

"Stop talking like a fool," Florrie snapped at him. "Before, I was the one who refused to understand. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I'm not apologizing for what I've done. I mean, if I had married you, the chances of my having Marge and Eva would be almost nil, and I love the two of them dearly. Well, I'm not even thirty years old, yet. The bulk of my life is still ahead of me, and living with you has made me realize a few things."

"Like what?" Walter asked, feeling his head spin.

"Like the fact that I really do love you, Walter. Deep down I've always loved you. And you keep threatening me with those clowns, telling me you'll have me beaten up if I don't pay up, but I wonder if you would really send them after me. An hour ago, I was sure you would, but now I really wonder."