Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

Marge was unable to understand the series of tingling sensations racing through her own body, taking total possession of her. The fear she had felt had suddenly given way to a fermenting galvanization of sensuality spiraling through her entire body, reaching into her cunt as her hand closed all the more tightly around the shuddering cock. She felt so filled with wonder, she gasped aloud. Her spider-webbed mind had become a network of uncontrollable sensations. The presence and sight of his thick, swollen phallus locked inside her small, delicate fingers, inches from her lips, was quickly overpowering all other conscious feelings. Her hand began stroking it, and she felt more heat burn through her girlish body. A new, almost masochistic thrill seemed to shudder through her, building even higher when his hand came down, grabbed her hair again, and tugged on her head as he said, "Put the fucking cock in that sweet mouth of yours, Marge. Lick it all over."

His voice aroused her even more, even though it sounded angry and vindictive. And when his hand pulled on her hair, jerking her impassioned mouth even closer to his shuddering cock, she felt hotter than ever.

"P… please… " she gasped, one more time, hoping more to clear her own mind of this desire than anything else.

"All the goddamn begging, whining and pleading, or even upchucking isn't going to stop you from sucking this cock. I don't give a goddamn if you don't wanna speak to me when we're with your mother and sister, but when we're alone, you're gonna do just what I want. And what I want is for you to suck my cock until you've drained every last drop of spunk from inside it. And don't give me the bullshit you're just a kid. It's time you learned what life is all about."

"Please, please, please," she submissively begged, sobbing with a blend of shame and desire. For some unexplainable reason she felt an overpowering desire to do as he ordered, and for that, she was ashamed. The idea of doing so degrading an act should have made her sick. It didn't. She felt a greater need than ever to suck the cock. And the shame she was feeling at wanting to do it was slowly beginning to recede.

"Maybe if it was some young kid's prick you wouldn't mind doing it," Walter snarled, not realizing she despised boys her own age. "But it's my cock," he told her, burning her inflamed ears all the more. "Now, you put it in your mouth and start licking and sucking."

The sound of his voice brought terror back to the fourteen-year-old, making her realize there was no way to avoid this. Even if she hadn't wanted to do this, she would have been forced. Walter was enough of a bastard to force her to do it, even though it seemed like the most unreasonable, perverted thing to do. But even as she thought this, the strong, inner urge to obey him took control of her, sending wild thrills shooting through her torso. In the depths of what she felt was her abasement, she continued stroking it with her closed fist, feeling him buck back and forth on her full breasts. Each time her hand pulled back on it, the foreskin slid back, revealing his shuddering purple point. She stared at it as her hand continued manipulating the point back and forth. She tried to turn her mind to the evil of what she was doing, but she couldn't. Just looking at the cock in her moving fist got her more and more heated up. Soon, her entire universe seemed wrapped up in the hot, burning phallus clutched in her hand. Her small, slender fingers just barely managed to encircle it, it was so thick. Each tug of her hand seemed to bring it closer, and she found she was lifting her head without pressure from his hand, wanting to bring her mouth to it.

The tight clutch of her hand made him gasp with anticipated lust, and this caused more unexplainable tickles of wanton desire to ladder through her body, egging her on to take a deep breath and extend her tongue, finally bringing it barely into contact with the firm, plum-like tip. The touch of her tongue to his glans made Walter want to scream. It felt as if she had touched him there with a hot wire. He forced himself to keep from moving as her tongue reached out a little further and began swirling around the purple glans. She licked slowly, carefully, as if experimenting with his cock in a science lab. The motion of her tongue was too much for Walter, and his ass began bouncing and twisting on her firm, pillowy tits. When the tip of her tongue licked into the wet, tingling orifice in the head of his cock, he thought he'd hit the ceiling.

Marge, still holding her breath, was able to taste the tangy emission of colorless fluid seeping from the slit in his cock. It was the first time in her life she had ever smelled or tasted the fluid, and she noted it seemed to increase as she licked faster. The scent of it, added to the flavorful taste, caused another unwanted wave of thrilling desire to trammel through her. Her provoked nostrils began quivering, and without thinking about it, she suddenly found her, tongue licking down along the underside of the thick penis, following the embossed lines of the vein network running through it. She tugged hard on the staff, pulling the foreskin way back, letting her tongue dance delicately over the rim of his corona. Her fingers were sliding lower and lower on the massive pole, until her fist was bunched up at the base, pressing into his scrotum. And in the meanwhile, her tongue, like a paintbrush, was lapping up and down the trembling underside of his throbbing cock. At one point her tongue bypassed her fist and began lapping at his wrinkled sac. Her right hand reached behind him, and her nails lightly scraped along the underside of his testicles, making him shudder and tremble even more. Her palm slipped under the balls and hefted them, and soon she was weighing them. And all the while, her other hand held the foreskin tugged away from the bloated head, so each time her lapping tongue rode up, it could circle the glans, teasing the rim.

Marge stared at it, becoming more and more enamored of it with each passing moment. She no longer wanted to merely lick it. She wanted to feel the full weight of the massive cock inside her mouth. She wanted to suck that purpled head until it turned white. Abruptly, she moved her anxious, encircling lips forward, taking the spongy, lavender head into their ovaled ribbon, allowing the burning staff to glide along the length of her extended tongue. Her wet, round oral cave absorbed more and more of it, the oozing drops of pre-seminal seepage filling the warm, oral shelter with its lust-arousing piquancy.

Marge sighed, hearing Walter groan. Her head continued its awkward bobbing as he stared down at her, watching the wanton sight of her mouth sucking his thick cock. Her delightfully girlish face looked obscenely distorted, but beautiful, as she began sucking with burning desire.

Walter trembled, realizing he had set something off inside the girl. The blonde beauty was trying to stuff the entire length of his sex sausage down her throat. He groaned and pulled her head a little higher, while his other hand adjusted the pillows behind her head. Then he gently eased her head back against them as he put his weight on his knees. He released her hair, and both his hands cupped her face between them. All the while he was feeding more and more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Even when he felt his phallic point touch her throat he didn't stop. He was going to teach this girl the right way to suck. He pushed forward, opening her esophagus, expecting her to gag, choke, and fight him off. But for some reason her body had entirely relaxed, and as he pushed forward, her gullet tightly expanded and took in his cockpoint. And all the while her hands continued to lovingly caress his dangling testicles.

Christ! She was good. She was really good. He'd been blown by experts, and none of them had been willing to take the full length of his thick staff into their faces. God! She put the whores to shame.