Danny Starr: Go Down Payments

"Yeah, well I'm gonna take you up on that other offer, of having you do my laundry, my cooking, my housecleaning. For that, I'll pay sixty bucks a week."

"But that still leaves a hundred and twenty dollars a week in interest," Florrie objected.

"Yeah, well I tell you what. I got me a three-bedroom apartment here. You and the girls move out of that rat trap and move in here. Instead of paying rent there, you pay it here. Whatever you save in rent, phone and electric you can pay to me."

"That averages out to seventy-five dollars a week," Florrie pointed out. "Assuming we fuck two days a week, that still leaves fifty-five dollars in interest alone, every week. We haven't begun to pay back the back interest, and the principal."

"Yeah, well I have a way," Walter told her. "And it's the only way, so you'd better make up your mind to it, right now."

A stunned Florrie returned to the drab little three room apartment she shared with her two daughters.

My girls, she thought, not being able to believe what Walter had said to her. He wants to do with my girls what he did with me today.

And though Florrie had begged and pleaded with her cousin, Walter had been adamant. Florrie and her two daughters were to live with him in every sense of the word. He outlined his intentions, telling Florrie he intended fucking the girls separately and together. He intended screwing one or both of them with their mother present some of the time. And he intended fucking Florrie with the girls occasionally looking on. He would use them any and every way he possibly could, though he admitted they would be his exclusive sex partners… If Florrie and the girls were willing to live with him under these conditions, doing his laundry, housecleaning, and cooking, he would let Florrie pay him seventy-five dollars a week for rent, and twelve-fifty a week to reduce the remaining twelve hundred she owed him. In two years she'd have paid him off, and she and the girls would be free to leave and go wherever they pleased. But for those two years, Florrie, Marge and Eva were to be his exclusive property.

Florrie had begged him on her knees not to do such a thing, but the more she begged, the more strong-willed Walter became.

"What's the big fucking deal, anyway?" he asked. "Sooner or later those girls are going to get dicked by someone. Might as well be me. Besides, I'll guarantee they don't become pregnant," he had said, as if doing her a favor.

In the end, Florrie had given in. She'd had no choice. Had she refused, she not only would have fallen behind in her payments, but her cousin would have sent some strong-arm men around to hurt her. And while she was in the hospital, recovering, there would have been no one to take care of the girls. They would have been sent to foster homes, or worse, a county home. The worst part of it all was, once she got out of the hospital, she would be expected to make up all the money she would still owe her cousin, plus additional interest.

To Marge and Eva, life seemed one happy joke. Even though they were poor and lived in a roach-infested apartment, nothing could destroy their happy attitudes toward life.

Marge, the older of the two, fourteen, was five feet four inches tall, and had natural blonde hair. Just how the genes in Florrie, who had black hair, and her dead husband, who had brown hair, had combined to form Marge, was still a mystery. She was the slenderest member of the family, though she had large, cantaloupe-sized breasts she loved to wiggle as she had seen her mother wiggle hers. Marge didn't believe in bras, and her nipples pushed against her blouse as if they were buttons sewn in on the wrong side, accenting the fullness of her mammaries.

Eva, the younger girl, would also have immense breasts. What she had at the moment was more than most girls five years older than she possessed. She had short, frizzy brown hair like her dead father. Her nose was thin compared to the broad, medium noses of her mother and sister. She had full lips, just like her mother, but her most outstanding feature was her ass. It wasn't large, but it was round and compact, and seemed to wiggle when she walked, drawing male eyes to it like nails to a magnet.

Both girls, having befriended many other girls in school, knew all about sex… or at least as much as a girl could know without having had experience. Both were curious to experience it, but not curious enough to become involved with some zit-faced boy in school.

That night, after supper, Florrie sat down with her two daughters and explained everything to them. She told them they could refuse, and she wouldn't blame them. But both girls had a secret wish to discover the good feeling of fucking, and though they outwardly assured their mother they were willing to do it for her sake, they factually wanted to become involved to learn what it was all about. Granted, neither of them knew much about Cousin Walter. But both were. smart enough to realize he would have made a play for them, sooner or later, even if her mother hadn't borrowed money from him. What the girls didn't like was the idea of their mother being forced into this kind of bondage, and being forced to drag them in as well. Therefore, both girls decided it was up to them to help their mother out of this mess. If worse came to worse, they would live with Walter the entire two years. But the girls figured, sooner or later they'd discover a weakness in Walter, and they'd exploit it to the fullest, just as Walter had taken advantage of their mother.

Later that evening, when Florrie went out to visit a neighbor, Eva admitted to Marge, "I'm scared. I'm really scared. That cousin of ours has to be a pervert to pull something like this on mom. Golly, he could really do crazy things to us."

"He's crazy, but he's not that crazy," Marge assured her sister. "Heck, if he ever hurt us, mom would stick a knife in him no matter what happened. I think he's smart enough to know that. Cousin Walter is a horny guy, but he isn't dumb. Dumb guys don't make successful loan sharks. I think we'd better go along with this until we can figure out a way to help mom get out of this."

Later that night, Florrie lay in her small bed, shivering, unable to fall asleep. They would be moving into Walter's apartment the following day, after she came back from work. The girls had wanted to go there directly from school, but Florrie had insisted they help her move the baggage. She didn't want either one of them alone with Walter yet. Perhaps, if she performed really well for him in bed the next time, he might change his mind about the girls. It was an almost forlorn hope, but she had to cling to something.

Her mind drifted back to the afternoon, thinking of the way his cock had worked its way in through her. She'd needed that. If nothing else, the fucking had snapped her out of the funk in which she had been wandering ever since her husband had died. She realized she would be needing cock a lot more often. And much as she had enjoyed what Walter had done to her, the idea of anything permanent with him made her tremble. Besides, he didn't want a permanent relationship either. If he had, he would have offered marriage, and then he'd have subtly worked on the girls.

The first night went very easy. Walter was busy working, so after eating supper with Florrie and the two girls, he had shown them the laundry facilities, given Florrie instructions on where to do the shopping, and he'd left. Florrie would be paying for the food with her own money, and the amounts would be subtracted from the money she was paying Walter. Walter had figured it would be easier to do it this way than to have her pay him, and then have him give her some of the money back.

The girls fell in love with the apartment. It was large, spacious, and airy. The bedroom they now shared was three times larger than the one they'd shared with their mother in the small apartment. Both girls felt Cousin Walter wasn't quite as bad as mom had painted him, though he had been doing his best to be nice to them. He was smart enough to know a man didn't keep his women too terrified or they'd walk out on him.