Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

"Uhhh… Walter… Walter… yes… yesssss… more… uhhhh… more… don't stop… " she sighed as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck in a tender caress, her fingers pressing into his spine. Her hands began sliding up and down his backbone, pressing on his pumping ass, forcing him to drive even harder and faster into the wide open plane of her seething pussy, feeling the hunger inside her gobble him up.

She hadn't been fucked since her husband had died, and her body was aching for the feeling of cock. Her grief-stricken mind had hidden her body's needs from her, but now that it was out in the open, nothing her mind could do was able to hide this. Knowing it was Walter, in spite of the poor way he had treated her, made Florrie enjoy it all the more. Because her mind had forbidden her to enjoy him when she was younger, she was secretly thrilled to have him inside her now.

Walter, feeling the eager way she was accepting him, reveled in the delicious sensations of her thrilling body. This was Florrie, his cousin, whom he had coveted ever since he'd been old enough to understand just what it was a man did with a woman. At last she was his, but equally important, she was enjoying him, thrilling to the sensational delight of his proud, thick cock moving through her tight twat; the twat it had longed for all this time.

God, he thought to himself. She's crazy for it. I've really got her going. Christ! What a cunt. What a fabulous cunt. And this is only the beginning.

He continued fucking frantically between her widespread thighs. Christ! He'd known she was a hot bitch, but he'd had no idea she would come on this strongly. She was screwing above and beyond his wildest dreams. She had fought against it at first, but he half-suspected it was an act on her part. Why the hell else had she come there? Who did she think she was kidding with that cock-and-bull story about wanting to wash and clean and shop for him? All that haughty and proud pretending. Shit! When it came down to the fucking, she was hotter than any other cunt around, wanting cock more desperately than all the others.

Walter's mind continued to dwell lasciviously on the kind of bitch he believed Florrie to be as he continued thrusting his pounding dork into her creaming depths, listening to the lewd smacking sounds as they met, belly-to-belly. He could sense the way she was stretching her thighs all the more widely apart, hungrily attempting to suck in his entire crotch, balls and all. Her vagina nursed on his sinking cock with stronger and stronger pulling power. She was a gasping, sighing, thoughtless mass of total physical enjoyment. Her entire sweating torso was alive with exciting tingles and maddening, delicious rapture. She thought she would go insane with the pleasure she was feeling, and had to admit to herself, size, as far as cocks went, did matter. Walter was doing things to her she'd never been able to feel from her own husband, and her husband had been good. Her brain felt as if it would explode because her body felt as if it were being fucked to death. She no longer cared how or why. She knew she loved this violent, insensitive rape. Forgotten was the fact that her cousin had abused her. Forgotten was his having almost torn her pussy to shreds in order to bring her to this state. Everything in the world was now forgotten, caught up in the mad, lusting, overpowering, whirling thrills convulsing through Florrie's body, brought on by her cousin's anxiety to fuck her.

Their nakedly sweating torsos pounded and rocked against one another, and the air was filled with the rich, aromatic scents of pure lust. The wild cries of sensual arousal echoed through the air again and again as their bodies flashed in wild, insane abandon. They madly flailed one against the other in the age-old dance of fornication. Their minds were demented, and their bodies felt shapeless as their forms twined and twisted against one another. Walter's wet, thrusting torso crashed between the widespread, erotically kicking legs of the short, brunette widow.

"Florrie, Florrie, oh God… I've waited so long… so long," he panted, holding her body tightly to him, speeding up the tempo of their fucking, feeling the approach of their rapidly rising climaxes.

"Come on, Walter," she gasped. "Don't stop now. Fuck it into me," she begged anxiously, knowing a towering climax was waiting only moments away.

It hit her sooner than even she expected. Her voice caught in a series of moaning whimpers. Her thighs suddenly clutched him tightly to her, and her calves crossed over his back. The strong, powerful eruption felt as if it would blast her apart.

"Walter… ohhhhh… " she screamed, "I can feel it… I'm coming… Uhhhh… eeeeeeyyyyy aaaagggghhhh… Aaaarrrggggghhhhhhh!"

Her voice wailed loudly and shrilly, her pelvis jerking madly out of control as the massive cataclysm of her torso-smashing climax hit her with the full force of a hydrogen bomb, totally shattering her flesh into trillions of atomic particles of enduring thrills. Blast after blast of lightning seemed to strike her body as she spasmed again and again.

Florrie continued wailing and screeching as a second climax walloped her. Her head flailed wildly from side to side, her body quivered and trembled, alive as it hadn't been for so many months as insane sensations blistered through her. She jerked and flailed like a marionette as gallons of pure, uncut pleasure flooded her. At that moment she felt like a mindless quantity of raw sensuality, and any fear lurking inside her was suddenly washed away. Christ! She had never known an orgasm could be so complete. It was an experience beyond anything she had ever known before, total, and completely nerve-shattering. It was a kind of miracle, and Walter was the magician.

In the dimness of her climax-fogged mind, the thrilled widow suddenly became aware of a tight stiffening in the body of the man who was still wildly fucking into her. He was shuddering from head to toe, his pubes thrusting madly into her fulcrum as his ass slammed back against her heels. He was fucking into her with such force her loins were literally lifted off the bed from the force of his powerful thrusting.

"Oh, Florrie! Aggghh… aaahhhh! Uuuggghh… I'm… agh… commmiiinnnnggg… I'm… uggghhhh… eeeyyy!"

He was blasting his white, spunky load into her body, shooting the white, ropey fluid deep and hard into the hungering mouth of her cervix, feeling the waiting sheath of her cunt continue to caress the pounding dork. Blasts of the thick, thrilling liquid shot way up into her womb, and it brought on a third orgasm inside her as she screamed, "Eeeeyyyy aaahhhh!" He continued fucking into her without letting up, filling her helplessly flooded vagina with more and more of his heated spunk until she felt as if the fluid was going to drown her vital organs.

Walter's orgasm seemed to go on forever. He continued flushing her cunt with his seminal fluid. The hot, burning substance trickled delightfully through her tender interior until, when there was no longer anything left in him, it stopped, and his long, thick, mighty cock began to finally bow its head and shrink. Eventually it was too small to remain locked in her quim-confines, and it slipped out of her.

He lay on the bed beside her, gasping for breath, pulling air into his lungs.

"Please, Walter," Florrie begged, herself drained of strength. "Have a heart. You know I can't meet those interest payments."

"Maybe we can work something out," Walter panted.

"Anything," Florrie agreed, envisioning him wanting to take it out on her body.

"To begin with, what happened today knocks twenty bucks off the interest for this week. And any day I get it into my head to fuck you will knock an additional twenty bucks off for that week."

"But that's only ten percent of the interest."