Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

"An hour ago, I was sure I would," Walter nodded. "But you're right. I wouldn't hurt you, not really. I feel so stupid for letting what happened tonight take place."

"Well, I'm glad it happened," Florrie told him. "You see, those two men made me realize how much you must love the girls and me. They also made me realize the necessity for your having more than one woman at a time. You see, I loved getting it from more than one man at a time. And if we are to go on living here, I want you to marry me."

"Sure," Walter nodded. "And if I marry you and adopt the girls, then I don't get a piece of them, do I?"

"That's not true," Florrie told him. "You get me, and both girls for as long as you like, whenever you like."

"Huh?" Walter asked. "I don't get it."

"But you do get it, Walter. As often and as long as you like, until the girls grow up and finally decide to have lives of their own."

"That sounds terrific," Walter told her. "But what's the catch?"

"Well," Florrie answered, "just as you will probably make love to two or three of us at a time, I think each of us has the right to at least two men, as well."

"What?" Walter yelled.

"You heard me," Florrie insisted. "We have as much right to being double-fucked as you have to double-fuck. Now, come on, Walter. Fair is fair."

"Well, I suppose… " he nodded. "But why do you want to marry me?"

"Aside from the fact that I really love you, I want your name. I want to live with you for the rest of my life and not have to worry you might get angry at me and throw me out."

"Are you sure you want to live with me after what I've done?" Walter asked.

"More than ever. And tomorrow, after you've gotten the doctor's report on Marge, I'm going to watch you fuck the two of them, and maybe join in myself. And I'm going to love you all the more for doing it."

The VD test on Marge came back negative, and that night they decided to celebrate by letting Walter take Eva's virginity. Earlier in the day, Walter and Florrie had blood tests of their own taken, and with a paper showing the negative results, had applied for a marriage license.

They had supper in a restaurant that night, then went back to the apartment. Marge and Eva showered in the tub-shower, while Walter and Florrie showered in the stall shower in his private bathroom. As he felt the raven-haired woman touch him all over and enhance his mood, Walter decided to move from this apartment and take a house in a nearby suburb where their privacy would be insured.

After the showers, after he and Florrie had dried one another off, the two nakedly stepped into Walter's bedroom where the girls were lying in bed, waiting for them.

"This time, I'll watch," Florrie told him.

"But in the future, I want to be a participant." She had chosen to watch because she didn't want to distract Walter when he began deflowering Eva. It could be painful, and if he concentrated on it properly, Eva's cherry would be broken quickly, and she would be able to enjoy the rest of the fuck. Once Walter's cock was inside Eva's body, Florrie intended pulling Marge away, as well, so there would be no distractions.

There was a large, overstuffed chair off to the side, and Florrie settled her lush, full, naked body into it. Her round breasts bobbled as she sat back, as if the nipples were eyeballs intent on watching everything.

Eva lay back, while Marge stood near the bed, and both girls were panting. Eva could feel the tension building in her.

"Don't be afraid, Eva," Walter whispered to her, glad this was all out in the open. Hiding what he had been doing with the girls from their mother had made him feel like a hypocrite, especially since he had told Florrie he'd intended fucking them, anyway. It was only an innate consideration he'd felt for her that had kept him from telling her what he'd done with them. Now it was all over. Now, Florrie seemed happy he was going to fuck her twelve-year-old.

Looking down at the young girl's body, he had to admit she was better-developed than most girls her age. He loved the pinkish-brown color of her dollar-sized aureole, each surrounding a solid nipple, already half swollen in anticipation. Each breast looked like a small white balloon, full, round, and delectable to look at even while she was lying back.

Marge was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at her sister's body, admitting to herself Eva was starting to round out nicely. But as far as she was concerned, she was still built better.

"Hey, keep those thighs apart," the blonde girl teased, rubbing her sister's inner thighs. "I mean, let's all get a look at the treasure you keep there."

They all stared at the bare pout of Eva's tight little pussy, seeing the lush folds of pink labial flesh peeping out. Moisture was already wetting the pink wavy line of her inner lips.

Walter stared, breathing heavily, all but letting his tongue hang out. He watched as Marge leaned forward and kissed the top of her sister's left thigh. Florrie watched too, almost tempted to tell Marge to stop, but restraining herself when she saw the smile on Eva's face. She had come this far with the girls. What was so bad about each of them learning to make the other happy when there was no man around.

Eva shivered as Marge continued kissing her thigh. Walter leaned forward and kissed the twelve-year-old flush on the mouth. His tongue inserted itself into Eva's mouth, and after awhile she got the idea. Soon their tongues were leaping from mouth to mouth, fencing back and forth.

Meanwhile, Marge continued rubbing the flat of her hand against her younger sister's pudgy thigh, smoothing the way across the soft flesh, noting Eva was responding by opening her thighs even wider. Marge's fingers moved slowly to the pink center of Eva's honeyed slash, and she saw the younger girl's pussylips tremble with expectation. She touched Eva lightly on her sticky labia, feeling her sister tremble even more, and when she rubbed the flat of her hand up and down in that simmering center, Eva writhed and squirmed as the passion began building up in her. This was reflected in the stronger way she was kissing Walter.

In the incandescent light of the room, Florrie could see her younger daughter's creamy breasts rising and falling as her pinkish-brown nipples continued expanding. The sight affected Florrie, who began massaging her own chocolate nipples, causing them to grow and expand.

Walter, looking down at Eva's bullet-like nipples, took his mouth from hers, and slowly moved his lips down until they were encircling the girl's right nipple. Eva sighed, feeling the wet warmth of his mouth play on the nipple. She writhed and wriggled, forgetting about Marge and her on-looking mother. Her eyes were shining and glassy as her aching body felt bloated with passionate desire. Florrie watched the reactions of the trio on the bed, and she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She watched Walter's oral digit lick across the full-grown nubbin of her daughter's tingling nipple before taking it between his teeth and lightly chewing on it.

Marge pushed a finger into her sister's tight, virgin pussy, worming it around and around in the girl's maiden tightness. She could hear the liquid sucking sounds made by Eva's vaginal walls as her finger rotated within. Like all the female members of her family, Eva lubricated heavily. Her sucking vaginal cave was a burning grotto of pooled sensuousness as her ass began bouncing on the bed. Marge continued pushing her finger deeper, seeking to feel the membrane only recently removed from her own vaginal interior. She felt the slick flood of heavy, viscous oil, lubricating the way for her penetrating finger. And as her manual digit pushed in, working from side to side, she felt Eva's walls widening a little, and she knew her sister would experience much less pain than she had felt. For this, she was glad.