Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

Walter felt tingling thrills surge through him as never before. He wanted to humiliate and hurt Florrie for having made him wait this long, and yet the hate he felt was because he was so obsessed with possessing her. Now it had finally come to pass, and he was determined to enjoy it to the fullest. And the thought of using her daughters added impetus to his driving force each time he ploughed his thrusting cock into her. He enjoyed the slow, tingling withdrawals of his phallus from her inner tunnel, feeling the wicked resistance because the interior was bone-dry.

Florrie cried out again and again. Each time, she hoped he would pull all the way out and let her dress and leave, but each time her hope was a futile one. She stared up into his red-rimmed eyes, seeing the lust blazing in them, and then braced herself as he slammed the full length of his pulsing penis all the way into her. It ran all the way up into her body, filling every tender crevice, butting its blunt nose against her narrow cervix. Each forward stroke was a brutal one, filling her vaginal tract with a single lunge as his dangling balls slapped against the tender, smooth buttocks trying to close around her anal pucker.

Now he began stroking back and forth, tugging his swollen dork out with an evil abruptness, only to crash it all the way back into Florrie, maintaining a powerful, unbroken, powering rhythm. In and out he drove his thrusting pylon, rubbing her raw membranes until she thought they would tear and bleed, ramming his cock into her helplessly struggling cunt, enjoying the fact that she was unable to resist. With increasing thrills he pounded into her, whipping her tender, bruised vaginal lips with the harsh impact of his slamming groin, finally causing her inner glands to emit the first few drops of vaginal lubrication. Little by little, more drops came out, smearing themselves along the battered channel of her pain-filled vagina.

"Ohhhh… Jesus… " he gasped, his bulging eyes looking down, following the progress of the long, red length of his shining cock, first starting to shine with the moisture finally prompted from inside her cunt. He stared at the way it pistoned in and out of the pear-shaped vaginal mouth, gaping at the ragged pink flanges of her soft, labial folds, tugging out each time he pulled back, folding in each time he thrust forward. He continued pounding into her helpless body, thrilling to the way his hard cock filled and re-filled her seething interior.

His driving masculinity seemed to plunder every sensitive inner nerve of her anguished vagina. The lust-bloated prong appeared to expand and become even broader as he continued knifing his prong into her again and again, stretching the clutching membranes of her vaginal scabbard, massaging her inner genital tract into a massive conglomeration of throbbing nerve-endings.

His hands pressed against her shoulders, keeping her pinned to the bed as he continued to mercilessly plough into the trench between her widespread thighs, slamming in with deep, crushing strokes, shoving his thick, lengthy, pulsating cock right in to the balls on every in-stroke, then backing out until only the purple, bulbous head remained locked between her inner lips. What had been a dry channel was now a flowing canal as her own ointment continued to pour into her, causing loud. sucking sounds to be heard each time his cock moved back and forth.

"Ohhhhh Goddddd!" Florrie gasped. "It… feels… uuuuhhhhh…"

She gasped again and again, feeling totally helpless, her head whipping from side to side, her full, lissome body aching all over from the wicked thrusts being driven between her thighs. Her mind was dazed and reeling, and her eyes seemed to stare vacantly ahead. God! God! God! If only the terrible ordeal could finally come to an end.

Her body felt humiliated and shamed beyond belief. This was a horrible stigma she would carry with her the rest of her life. Even if no one else knew about it, she would feel the scars inside her. Thank God her children didn't know what she was enduring. It would have been terrible to have them find out.

But even as Florrie lay there, her mind reeling with all that had happened to her, she realized the pain was mental, not physical at this point. Deep inside herself, she felt the slow, insidious growth of lust, causing her inner nerves to ache and tingle at the same time. She was starting to really enjoy it.

The realization felt like something terrible, not because she abhorred the idea of enjoying sex, but because she felt she was sinfully enjoying what her wicked cousin was doing to her. Another one of the reasons she had avoided Walter in her youth was the fact that he was a first cousin. Even though she had been attracted to him while very young, the thought of doing anything with a first cousin seemed incestuous to her. And now, here she was, fucking with him, and worse, starting to like it.

The flickering flame of wanton desire was beginning to build higher and higher, and her grimly resisting mind began to slowly melt and yield to all that was happening. The fire inside her would not go out, but rather began increasing in size, slowly building into a burning pyre. It spread slowly at first, a combustion of smoldering desire in her own flaming pussy.

My God! she thought. I like it. God help me, but I like it. I like it very much.

A mindless growing of internal desire now seemed to obscure any pain she might have felt, moments earlier. The blast of spiraling flame within her was threatening to totally engulf her.

"Unnnnngggghhhh!" This time Walter groaned, feeling the way her body was lasciviously responding to what he was doing.

A vibrant thrill of wanton pleasure was shooting through his cock because of the anxious way her wet pussy walls now clung to it, sucking the heavy, inflated length of it deeper and deeper into her body. His loud, coarse, shuddering groan of desire seemed to trigger instant responses in Florrie's own body. The sound of his voice pealing into her ears was thrillingly obscene and arousing, flooding her confused self with new, anguished pleasures. And these were not merely new for the moment. Even with her husband, at the height of her sexual pleasure with him, she had never felt such thrilling delight.

No, she thought to herself, no, I mustn't give in. He's evil and wicked, and he hurt me. I mustn't surrender to the thrills I feel shooting through me now.

For what seemed like an endless eternity she balanced on the edge of indecision, tottering between reluctant tolerance of what he was doing, and total, irrevocable desire for more. And then the dam of sensation inside her could no longer be contained. She surrendered to an outpouring of heavy lust, feeling it well up from her blistering cuntal interior and shatter through her. She felt herself falling, falling, falling, tumbling into the mad vortex of total surrender.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh… ahhhhhhhh… yesssssssss… yesssssssss… " she sighed to him, her voice full and heavy with distorted arousal. Passion ignited her and she clutched his driving body tightly to her own. Her torso was slowly undulating beneath his as she slammed her anxious pelvis upward to meet his down thrusting cock, thrilling to the full force of his pile-driving wedge as it continued moving through her. Her full, quivering asscheeks bounced wildly against the mattress and her mind blotted out all shame, forgetting all the self-deprecating thoughts she had been thinking. She was gasping, and her tongue came out more than once to wet her lips as she emitted anxious sighs of total enjoyment. Her brilliantly shining brown eyes filled with a rich, smoldering haze, as the sexual Tartarus inside her began unleashing itself in earnest. Her entire body seethed with the blistering fire of total eroticism and her mind thrilled to the point of insanity. She writhed and rocked, wetly slapping her steel-sprung body against Walter's stolid, pile-driving cock. Her full, heaving breasts smacked wantonly against the hairy hardness of his masculine chest, and her black hair flew back like an ebony banner. She sighed, gasped and moaned like a wild woman in the throes of epilepsy, her lovely, cushioned lips slightly parted in erotic licentiousness.