Her eyes were closed. Goose bumps prickled on her skin.
"What difference does it make?" Burt answered in a low voice. "If he's not, he will be. Just forget about him. Pretend we're alone. It's the only way we're gonna get through this."
"I guess you're right," Kim sighed. "We're in too deep to back out now."
"Good girl," Burt said with relief. "Now let's get your clothes off. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can get out of here."
"Okay," Kim agreed.
But when she tried to undo her blouse, her fingers trembled so badly that she couldn't get a grip on the buttons.
"You'll have to give me a hand," Kim muttered. "Can't help it, I'm spooked."
"Sure," Burt said patiently. "I know this can't be easy for you. If I'd known it was gonna turn out like this I wouldn't have brought you here--"
"That's all right," Kim cut Burt off. "Nobody twisted my arm. I'm more to blame than you are. Just a little nervous right now, that's all. C'mon, undress me and let's get started. We're both gonna get what we want."
Burt held his breath and unbuttoned Kim's blouse. When he peeled it back over hershoulders, her braless tits thrust into the open. They looked chilly, even though the apartment was well heated.
Before Burt's hands dropped to her skirt, Kim told him, "No, wait. Do something to me first. Warm me up. I need to relax."
Burt took Kim's tits in his hands, lifted them toward his face, and kissed the nipples. The pink buds responded immediately to the touch of his lips, stiffening with erection.
"Ahhhhhh, that's better," Kim murmured, wriggling a little bit with a hint of pleasure.
Now Burt moved down to Kim's skirt. The whine of a lowering zipper filled the room. Then the skirt was being pulled down Kim's long legs. Her skimpy bikini panties were the only thing between Kim and total nudity.
Before removing the panties, Burt rubbed their taut crotch-band. Kim squirmed.
"Mmmm, feels good," she gasped. "I'm getting in the mood real fast."
Burt rolled her panties down. The blonde thatch of Kim's cunt bristled in the open.
"Kiss my pussy," Kim told Burt when her panties were tossed aside and she was naked at last.
Kim lifted her knees, parting her thighs so Burt could slip his face into the crux of her loins. His tongue lapped her cunt, then found her clit at the summit of her pussy.
Kim felt her cunt spasm and moisten. A flash orgasm hit her.
"I'm readier than I thought I was," she admitted as she came in Burt's face.
"No argument there," Burt chuckled, lifting his head. His mouth and chin glistened with pussy juice. "I think this is gonna work out all right after all."
He knelt between Kim's legs, unhitching his jeans. When he yanked his pants and shorts down, his prick jutted out stiffly. He had a hard-on worthy of a stallion.
Kim reached out in awe, stroking Burt's cock and balls. She had never seen such a huge prick.
"God, you're hung," she moaned.
Burt shrugged. He took his big prick for granted. He had never fucked a chick who hadn't reacted the way Kim was now.
"Wonder what that monster will feel like in my pussy," Kim panted with anticipation.
"Only one way to find out," Burt coolly responded.
He took the shaft of his hard-on in his hand, guiding his knobby cock-head to the fleshy lips of Kim's cunt. He put his prick in. When he did, Kim generated a fresh supply of fuck juice, lubricating her pussy for the full insertion of Burt's cock.
"Fuck me," Kim urged. "All the way. Fuck my pussy with every inch of your beautiful prick."
"You got it," Burt eagerly answered.
He removed his hand from his cock and bucked his crotch. His prick fucked into Kim's cunt until his cock was Mlted.
"Oh, ten inches at least!" Kim gasped, excitedly estimating the length of Burt's fucking hard-on.
She wrapped her legs around Burl's waist, pulling him on top of her. Male and female hips locked. Asses rolled.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Kim chanted in Hurt's ear.
"I'm doing just that," Burt rasped back, fucking his cock in the squeezing vise of Kim's damp cunt.
And, as the teenagers fucked, they were watched. A third party had silently entered the room. There was a grin on his face. He liked what he saw very much.
The spectator had a camera. He aimed it toward the creaking sofa and started photographing the fucking teenagers.
Click . . . click . . . click. The camera snapped picture after picture, the photographer creeping ever closer to the sofa, focusing on the fucking union of Burt's cock and Kim's cunt.
Now the photographer was right beside the sofa. Kim looked over. When she saw him, her body stiffened and went cold.
"Hey, what's wrong? Burt asked when Kim quit moving beneath him.
Kim gestured with her eyes toward the grinning man with the camera.
Annoyed but not surprised, Burt glared at the intruder and snapped, "Hey, man, give us some room to breathe, okay? You ever try and fuck with some freak standing over you?"
"We have an agreement," the man replied, not backing off a bit. "And if you expect me to keep my end of the bargain, you kids better hold up yours."
"That doesn't include sticking your fucking camera up my ass," Burt growled.
"It does if I say so," the man said, holding his ground. "If you don't like it, the deal is off. I mean it."
Burt and Kim looked at each other. The message they passed with their eyes was one of resignation.
"It's up to you," Burt finally said to Kim.
"Let him stay," Kim answered. "If this is what turns him on, this is the way it has to be. What choice do we have? Like he says, we made a deal with him. Let's face it, we need him more than he needs us."
"You sure?" Burt asked. . "As long as you're fucking me," Kim said, "I can block out the rest."
She loosened up and started wiggling her ass again. There was a squish as her moist cunt pulled on Burt's cock. The fucking resumed.
"Wise move," the man with the camera murmured. He started taking his pictures again, training the lens on the junction of cock and pussy.
As Burt's big prick fucked in her cunt, Kim gradually forgot about the ever-present camera and its leering operator. She concentrated increasingly on coming. Soon all she could think about was the climax building within her.
She helped herself out by fingering her clit just above where Burt's cock steadily fucked her cunt. A buzzing heat spread from the heart of her pussy out toward her hips.
Suddenly her crotch seemed to be on fire. It burned so good. This was what fucking was all about, "I'm coming!" Kim blurted. "Coming so much!"
Reacting to Kim's orgasm, Burt fucked her harder than ever. In addition, he mauled her tits, taking the nipples between his fingers and pinching them until they swelled as if they might burst.
"Super!" Kim cried. "I just keep coming and coming . . . don't want it to ever stop."
Burt took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked it almost all the way to his throat. And, in the meantime, he kept his cock fucking in her pussy.
The springs of the sofa squealed. The camera kept clicking ...
The name of the man behind the camera was Carlson. He was a history teacher at Jefferson High School. Kim and Burt were two of his students--two of his worst students.
Earlier that day, when class was over, Kim and Burt had asked Mr. Carlson how they could bring up their failing grades. Mr. Carlson was very understanding. He suggested that he would be willing to offer some special tutoring after school. Kim and Burt eagerly accepted. Mr. Carlson told them they could start right away, today in fact, and gave them his home address. He'd expect them around six that evening.
"What kind of grade would you kids be satisfied with?" Mr. Carlson had asked Kim and Burt when they showed up at his apartment.
Kim and Burt said they would settle for passing grades in history, maybe with a little something to spare. C-minuses, perhaps.
"You're setting your sights too low," Carlson surprised them. "Why settle for anything less than an A?" "How?"
"It can be arranged," Carlson chuckled. "Trust me."
The kids listened while Carlson explained his position. He talked in circles at first, but it was clear he was getting at something out of the ordinary for he never mentioned schoolwork in connection with raising their history grades. Instead, he kept discussing himself--how he lived alone, how he had certain interests that might not be understood by the average person.
Then he got more specific.
"I have an unusual hobby," he said. "I like to take pictures."
Confused, Kim and Burt nervously assured him that there was nothing odd about photography.
"Let me show you some of my work," Carlson grinned. "Then you can make a judgment."
He left the room, returning with an album, handing it to Kim. She opened it, not knowing what to expect. Instantly she was blushing and stammering.
Spread before her were photographs of people fucking.
"All right, creep, what the hell is this?" Burt hissed.
"Some of my A students from past terms" Carlson smirked, unfazed by Burt's anger. "Of course, before they let me take these pictures of them, they were failing the course--just like you two."
"Th-this is what you expect of us?" Kim sputtered. "Jou want to take pictures of us ... ns..."
"Yes, my dear, pictures of you fucking," Carlson said, setting his terms. "Otherwise, you two'll fail for certain. Not a very becoming prospect for the daughter and nephew of the principal of the school."
"You slimy bastard!" Burt spat.
"Now, now, let's not go to pieces," Carlson patiently responded. "Naturally you need to talk it over privately between yourselves before you reach a decision. Tell you what. I'll just slip away for a while and you can discuss my offer. If you decide against it, you know where the door is. You'll be gone when I return, and, needless to say, will fail my course. On the other hand ..."
He backed out of the room and disappeared behind a door.
Burt grabbed Kim's arm and snapped, "C'mon, this guy's nuts. Let's get the hell out of here. Nobody needs to pass history bad enough to put up with a freak like Carlson."
"Speak for yourself." Kim surprised herself with her frankness, not to mention Burt. "I need that grade. Daddy will kill me if I flunk this damn course."
"But Carlson wants us to fuck each other, Kim," Burt rasped.
"I'm no virgin," Kim said calmly. "I don't expect you are either."
"Okay, so we've both been around," Burt answered. "Except aren't you forgetting something?"
"Yes?"
"Christ, Kim, we're not just a couple of ordinary kids with the hots for each other. It's not bad enough that your father is the principal of the school," Burt croaked. "Goddamn it, we're cousinsi"
"Okay, so we're cousins. But I've got a cunt. You've got a cock," Kim bluntly said. "And Carlson's got a camera and the gradebook. C'mon, Burt, you need that grade as much as I do if you want to get into any kind of decent college."
Burt looked down at the floor as if he were staring at the future.
"You're right," he sighed. "I've got to pass history."
"Then you've got to fuck me," Kim said. "Carlson's in the driver's seat. Let him take his pictures. At least you'll get a good piece of ass out of it--I promise you that. Once you start fucking me we'll forget Carlson is even here."
"You sound awfully sure of yourself."
"Then I'm a good actress," Kim admitted. "Hell, I'm twisted up in knots inside. But we both need those grades. And for us to get them, you'll have to push me as hard as I'm pushing you. If I start to lose my nerve, I'm counting on you to pull me through. Okay?"
Hurt made his decision to go along and nodded. He agreed with his cousin, they would fuck to get what they wanted out of Carlson.
Burt led Kim to the couch. He laid her out. His gaze roamed over her, visually undressing her. Already he had a hard-on.
Before things got serious there was kissing and caressing as the cousins got used to the feel of each other. But while they did, Carlson's unseen presence lurked in the backs of their minds. Especially Kim's.
"Is he watching yet?" she had whispered after a phantom image of the history teacher flickered behind her closed eyes . . .
Kim's anxiety was completely behind her. All that mattered to her at this point was that Burt's big cock fucked her cunt and she was coming harder than she'd ever believed possible. The fact that Carlson was there taking pictures of the incestuous fucking made no difference to her anymore.
Burt was just as single-minded as Kim now that the action was so hot and heavy. As his cousin climaxed beneath him, he concentrated on getting his own rocks off. The pressure tightened in his balls, alerting him that it wouldn't be long before his cock erupted in Kim's deep cunt, flooding her pussy with sticky jism.
"Ready for my cum?" Burt asked his writhing cousin.
"Anytime, stud, anytime your prick's ready to shoot in my pussy," Kim gasped. "The only thing better than coming myself is getting a cuntful of your hot jizz."
"Hold on, then," Burt panted.
He drew Kim's upper body into his crushing arms, burying his face where her shoulder met her neck. Kim winced when his teeth sank into her flesh. Then screamed with joy as his prick gushed its scalding load ten inches deep in her thirsty pussy.
"So hot! Like fire . . . liquid fire!" Kim yelled while her cousin's cock continued to spurt.
"Don't know where I'm getting all the jizz," Burt puffed. "Never came so much before in my life."
"My pussy can't hold it all." Kim swooned. "Your prick's still unloading and already the cum's overflowing, leaking down my legs."
"One last wad," Burt grunted.
His hilted cock quivered from the tip to the root with its final discharge. Then, drained, his prick throbbed like a sore muscle in Kim's sloppy cunt.
"Oh, I can still feel you," Kim moaned. "All that coming and your prick's still hard! Pull out of my pussy and let me see how stiff you are."
Burt withdrew his cock from his cousin's cunt, Kim was right, his hard-on hadn't gone down at all.
And Kim's cunt was creamy and oozing.
"Look at you," each cousin simultaneously said to the other.
"Yes, indeed. Just look at the both of you," a third voice cut in, there was a click. Then another one.
Kim and Burt glanced over, abruptly reminded that they were not alone. There was Carlson, grinning behind his camera, still taking pictures.
"I love it when the fucking's over almost as much as when it's going on," the history teacher said without the slightest trace of embarrassment. "Those shots of a leaking cunt and a dripping prick are just priceless. The cum just sparkles."
"Yeah, I'll bet you'll be beating your meat something fierce when that film's developed," Burt sneered.
"Live and let live, that's my motto," Carlson said after snapping one last shot of Kim's freshly fucked pussy, "I'd like to stuff that goddamn camera up your ass," Burt hissed.
"Think you'd best save your energy," Carlson answered. "You're going to be too busy stuffing something else up somebody else's ass to be worried about me and my camera."
"What're you talking about, freak?" Burt steamed.
Carlson just smiled. Kim read that smile immediately and shivered.
"What's wrong, Kim?" Burt turned his attention to his trembling cousin.
"I ... I think he expects you to ... to ..." Kim stammered, unable to complete her sentence when she saw Carlson nodding in agreement.
"Go ahead, say it, little girl," Carlsorbdirected.
"I enjoy having my mind read."
"H-he wants you to fuck me in the ass," Kim gulped.
"Our whole bargain depends on it," Carlson cheerfully informed his students.
Burt clenched his fists and stormed, "Well, you can take your shitty bargain and--"
"No, wait," Kim interrupted, grabbing Burt's arm so he couldn't slug Carlson. "We've already gone this far. Let's not blow it now. I can take your cock up my ass if I have to."
"I'll rip you to pieces," Burt warned. "My prick's too big for you back there."
"I'll take my chances," Kim said. "I've got to have that history grade, no matter what it costs me."
She was lying about her reason. It wasn't the A in history that motivated her now. It was the dangerous prospect of her cousin's huge cock fucking up her narrow ass.
Kim had always wondered what it would be like to be ass-fucked. Sure, it scared her. That's what attracted her. She was like a moth drawn to a flame. In truth, Carlson's kinky demand was just giving her the push to do something she'd always wanted to try.
Before Burt could back out, Kim was up on all fours, spreading her ass in her cousin's face. She could feel the outer rim of her asshole pucker.
"Ahhh," Carlson sighed, "is there anything more lovely than a young girl's pretty, pink asshole?"
Carlson snapped a picture.
"Now fuck it," the history teacher instructed Burt. "Her tight ass is just waiting for your giant cock. Every inch of it."
"I'll hurt her." Burt winced as if he could feel the pain himself.
"And she'll thank you for it," Carlson said confidently.
"Yes, Burt, he's right!" an impatient Kim blurted, revealing her true feelings to her cousin. "The more it hurts, the harder I'll come. You'll be doing me a favor."
"I don't believe this," Burt muttered.
Maybe he would have bolted for the door right then if all that had stood in his way was Carlson. However, Burt faced another obstacle that was impossible to hurdle. His cock. His prick was jutting like a pole, draining his will to resist.
Burt had to admit it to himself. He was too turned-on by his cousin's inviting asshole to leave. He was going to ass-fuck her.
He brought his cock-head to her tiny asshole. He shoved. Her ass was a tight fit, but he was inside.
"Deeper," Kim coaxed.
Burt fucked again. Kim's ass was stubborn but not so much that her asshole didn't take half his prick after a determined thrust.
Carlson snapped a picture of ass and cock.uHe was practically drooling. So was Kim. Both of them urged in a single voice for Burt to fuck his long prick to the root.
Burt fucked his hard-on forward in her clutching asshole. When he looked down, his entire cock was fucked in his cousin's ass.
Kim moaned, "Mnunm, that's it. That big cock hurts so good. Now move it, Burt. Fuck your prick back and forth inside my ass, just like when you fucked my cunt. I'm gonna come so much."
Burt's cock fucked slowly at first, testing the tightness of Kim's asshole. Gradually the cock-strokes increased in length and momentum.
"Feels like you're splitting me in two," Kim moaned, "and I love it."
Burt fucked his cousin's ass harder and faster. Kim's kneeling body rocked from the impact of his pistoning fucks. Burt grabbed her tits to keep her in place, roughly squeezing her spongy tits.
And Carlson's camera kept clicking.
"Getting it all, freak?" Burt mocked the leering history teacher.
"Every angle," Carlson answered shamelessly. "You kids are coming through with flying colors. These pictures are going to be the prize of my collection."
"Those A's just better show up on our report cards," Burt reminded the camera-snapping teacher.
"A-plus for each of you!" Carlson enthusiastically exclaimed.
Just then Kim interrupted Burt and Carlson with an ear-splitting shriek. She sounded like she was dying. In reality, she was climaxing with such spectacular results from the ass-fuck her cousin was giving her that she was sure she would live forever.
"What a trip!" she cried. "Wish it would never end!"
"Keep fucking her, boy!" Carlson encouraged Burt. "That little ass of hers can't get enough of your big cock."
. "I don't need any advice from you, old man," Burt snapped at the teacher. "You take your damn pictures and I'll do the ass-fucking."
Carlson shut up. Gritting his teeth, Burt fucked his prick into his cousin's ass so deep that his balls slapped against her cunt.
"Ooooh, you've topped yourself," Kim moaned to Burt's latest and most savage cock-thrust. "I can feel the head of your prick all the way into my shit!"
"I'm gonna come," Burt reported.
"Fantastic! Do it, stud, do it!" Kim pleaded. "Flood my ass with your hot, thick cum!"
Burt's hilted cock flexed and strained. Then his prick erupted. His cum unloaded, not in spurts, but in one long continuous gushing flow.
"It's like a hose up my ass!" Kim squealed as her cousin's jism mixed with the shit in her bowels in a boiling brew.
Then Burt's prick stopped shooting. His cock remained in Kim's asshole only a moment before the liquid pressure from her bowels forced his prick out.
Burt just had time to yank his cock free and scramble off the sofa before his cousin's ass exploded with a spray of cum and crap. Anything but upset by her accident, Kim shuddered with a fresh climax as she splattered her surroundings, and the room reeked with her smell.
Even though he had a big job of cleaning up ahead of him, Carlson was beside himself with glee at Kim's raunchy performance. Burt, however, had had enough. All he wanted to do was get out.
"I'm splitting," Burt rasped, snatching up his pants. "You coming with me, Kim?"
"Mmmm, just let me get myself together some," Kim sighed, sliding down from her final orgasm.
"Suit yourself," Burt hissed, pulling on his jeans.
Seconds later the door slammed. Kim looked over her shoulder for her cousin and he was gone.
"The tub's this way, my dear." Carlson caught Kim's attention, gesturing toward the bathroom. "A long soak will do you a world of good. Take as long as you like. Even use some of my bubble bath. It's perfumed. Have you smelling as sweet as ever."
"Yeah . . . sure," Kim muttered.
She got up, shaky, and nakedly drifted past Carlson. She was in a daze now that the fucking was over and Burt had abandoned her.
"You earned it," Carlson called after her.
"What?" she answered.
"The biggest, fattest A I've ever given one of my students," the history teacher replied.
"Oh, right . . . that," Kim mumbled.
She went into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the water, then sat on the toilet and watched the tap run, wondering what kind of girl she really was.
Chapter Two
"An A-plus in history. Oh, Kim, I'm so proud of you," Janet Baker congratulated her daughter. "This is just a wonderful report card. Your father will be so pleased."
"Thanks, Mom," Kim said in a quiet voice.
Then Kim excused herself. She needed to be by herself and think. Her history grade had the opposite effect on her as it did on her proud mother. Knowing what she had done to get that A, all Kim felt was guilt.
Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if Burt had behaved differently. But the fact was, Kim was pained to reflect, her cousin had cut her off cold after he had fucked her at Carlson's apartment. Burt hadn't even talked to her since then.
As Kim sat on her bed, nursing a case of the blues, there was a knock on her door. She tried to ignore it at first, hoping whoever it was would go away. The knocking finally stopped but only because the intruder had decided to come in without an invitation.
Kim glanced up, expecting her mother. But it was Pete, her older brother, home for the week from college.
"Oh, hi," Kim sighed, relieved at least that she didn't have to put up with any more of her mother's gushing about the report card.
However, Pete turned out to be interested in the same subject.
"So, you, got an A-plus in Carlson's history class, huh?" he casually said. "Pretty good for your lousiest subject. How'd you bring it off, Sis?"
"The same way anybody gets a decent grade. Just cracked the books, that's all," Kim lied.
"Sure," Pete chuckled. "Just the way I got an A out of old man Carlson when I was in his class a couple of years ago. I, uh, know how it is, Sis."
There was something in Pete's tone, something about the expression on his face that Kim didn't like. As though what he was really saying went beyond the words he had actually spoken.
"You playing some kind of mind-game with me?" Kim blurted. "If you are, I don't appreciate it."
"When I was in Carlson's class," Pete calmly drawled, "I went down the tubes the first three semesters. Just like you, Sis. Then comes the final grade and there I am, sitting pretty with a big, fat A. Just like you, Sis. And know what? I never did get around to cracking any damn books."
Pete paused, wearing a lopsided grin.
"Just like you, Sis?" he said again, this time turning the phrase into a smirking question.
"I told you ..." Kim started to say, then swallowed her explanation. It was clear to her that her brother knew exactly where her A in history had come from.
"Old man Carlson still interested in cameras, Sis?" Pete asked.
Kim sheepishly nodded, knowing she could do nothing but admit the truth.
"I fucked Kitty Fowler to get my grade from Carlson," Pete revealed. "Who fucked you, Sis?"
This was where Kim drew the line. She couldn't bring herself to tell her brother that she had fucked their cousin Burt.
"Does it really make any difference who I fucked?" Kim asked, skirting Pete's question. "I did it, that's all. And now I'm just trying to live with myself. Don't make it any worse."
"You do what you gotta do to get by." Pete shrugged. "Me. You. And everybody else in this fucking world. The rules of the game are that you break 'em any time you think you can get away with it."
He laughed.
"Like now," he said, his voice becoming firm.
"What?" Kim gulped, feeling something ugly in the air.
"Well, Sis," Pete drawled, "seems to me that I've got a little something on you. 'Course you might think you've got something on me, too, since I got my A from Carlson the same way as you. But you'd be wrong. I'm two years out of high school, already got my diploma safe and sound, and they can't touch me. But you still haven't graduated yet."
"Meaning?" Kim asked, the ugliness closing in on her.
"If the word got out about how you suddenly turned out to be an honor student in history, I'd bet you could kiss that diploma goodbye," Pete said, his words dripping with the threat of blackmail. "Our daddy may be principal of Jefferson High, but don't count on that saving you. He's damned if he tries to cover up for you, damned if he doesn't. Getting my drift, Sis?"
"Goon," Kim choked.
"Whatever he does, dad's reputation is zilch if any of this ever gets out," Pete continued. "He'll wind up selling encyclopedias and you'll still be up shit creek without a paddle. A messy situation. Want it on your head? You could save everybody a lot of trouble right now, Sis."
"What do you want to keep quiet?" Kim desperately asked.
"You," Pete murmured.
Then he put his hands on his sister. He wasn't subtle. He ripped her blouse open.
"I dig your tits, Sis," Pete rasped. "When did you stop wearing a bra?"
Kim tried to cover her exposed tits. Her brother snatched her arms away. Then he was on her, pushing her back on the bed, mauling her tits and cramming his knee into her crotch.
"I've got a great big cock," Pete whispered hotly in his sister's ear. "It'll make your pussy sing."
Pete grabbed Kim's skirt and tore it right off her body. Then his fingers were fumbling inside her panties, gouging her cunt.
"Get your pussy wet for me, Sis," Pete demanded. "I like my fucking nice and damp."
Kim felt her brother's middle finger enter her cunt. He fucked.
"Quit. Leave me alone," Kim cringed.
"If you can keep your pussy dry, I will," Pete answered, adding a second finger to his sister's cunt. "But I'm betting you can't."
Pete was right. Kim hated herself for reacting the way she did, but her pussy could not resist the probing stimulation within it. The sticky warmth she felt between her legs did not lie. It was pussy juice.
Grinning with triumph, Pete removed his glistening fingers from his sister's cunt. He held them under his nose, then put them in his mouth and sucked them down to the last knuckles., "Mmnrai, sweet," he muttered. "So sweet that this is one pussy I'm definitely gonna have to eat before I fuck it."
"Pig!" Kim called her brother when he yanked her panties away.
"That's right, Sis." Pete grinned at the insult. "A regular hog for your cunt."
And then Pete was there. Kneeling and bending forward, cramming his face into the crux of Kim's thighs. The lips of his mouth were on the lips of her pussy. His tongue went to work on her clit.
"No, no," Kim moaned, trying to deny the involuntary spasming of her cunt.
But it was no use. Pete knew exactly what he was doing to her. It was as if he had a map of her cunt, knowing just where all the most sensitive spots were located. His tongue was relentless. Kim couldn't help herself. She found herself creaming.
"I'm coming," she whimpered in defeat.
"Don't I know it," Pete gurgled with a mouthful of his sister's pussy juice. "If I've ever eaten a wetter cunt, I don't remember it."
"Bastard! Son of a bitch!" Kim cursed her brother as he tongue-fucked her pussy. But her words were hollow. Her persistent climax was what really spoke for her, and it was hot and raging.
Now Pete went even farther. With his tongue fucking inside Kim's cunt, he shifted his body around in a half-circle on top of her. Winding up astride her head so his crotch hovered above her face, he reached to his waist and pulled open his jeans, tugging them along with his shorts to his knees.
Unleashed, his cock sprang out. A massive hard-on. Pulsating blue veins ridging his long, thick prick-shaft. Cock-head like a fist.
When she saw it up close, Kim's breath was taken away. When she had fucked her cousin she had thought she would never see a bigger prick than Burt's. Pete had just proved her wrong. Her brother's cock, Kim estimated, had to be a foot long.
Faced with a prick that seemed to come right out of a fantasy, Kim could not control herself. Her mouth had to be there, kissing his spectacular cock, licking his salty prick-shaft.
"Suck it, Sis, suck it," Pete directed from above.
Kim didn't hesitate. She wrapped her lips around his knobby cock-head. And once she started the blow-job, she couldn't stop until she swallowed deeper, deeper, taking every inch of her brother's hard-on.
Now Pete began rocking his hips. His prick fucked in his sister's throat. Kim responded with constant suction. The blow-job had quickly turned into a mouth-fuck.
It was the rawest kind of sixty-nine that brother and sister now performed. Not just mere cunt-eating and cock-sucking. Pete's tongue stabbed Kim's pussy with rigid, fuck-like thrusts. His prick fucked down her windpipe.
All of Kim's reluctance was gone. She couldn't get enough of her brother's tongue in her cunt or his cock in her mouth. When Pete had made her come before, it had shamed her. Now she couldn't wait to climax again.
It didn't take long. The only thing Kim could think of when the orgasm hit her was a ton of bricks. Bricks crashing down upon her in an avalanche which left her battered, limp and thrilled beyond belief.
Only one thing could make things better for Kim as she came and came and came. If only her brother would also climax. She craved a bellyful of his cum with a desperate thirst.
So she tongued his prick, producing all the friction possible. And she fingered his balls, rubbing and squeezing them to prime Pete's cum-supply.
Results were swift in coming.
"Shit, am I gonna come or what?" Pete grunted in the hairy nest of Kim's cunt. "Feels like my fuckin' balls are caught in a damn nutcracker."
"Let me have that cum!" Kim released her brother's flexing prick.
She didn't get Pete's cock back in her mouth in time. He came in her face.
Kim quickly adjusted to the way things had turned out. Wagging her head, she took her brother's flying jism from ear to ear. Then, bobbing, from her brow to her chin-. By the time Pete's cock had slowed to a dribble, Kim's features were a melting mask of cum.
Kim went after that taste she had craved. She drew her fingers down her face, scraping off the jizz so it pooled in her cupped hands. She brought the creamy jism to her mouth and greedily drank.
"So good," she gurgled as her brother's cum slid down her throat to warm her belly. "Sweet jizz."
Pete was kneeling now, watching Kim while she guzzled his jism. He'd had plenty of girls wash down his cock-juice before, but his own sister was the first who'd ever stirred him this way.
"You're just beautiful, Sis," he told her.
"Bet you say that to every chick who sucks your cock," Kim teased.
"I do," Pete admitted. "But this is the first time I've ever really meant it. You're sensational, Kim, that's all there is to it. Usually when I get it on with a girl, I tell myself that I've done her a favor. This time it's the other way around. Thanks, Sis, thanks."
"How'd you like it if I did you another favor," Kim purred after licking her palms to polish off the last of her brother's jizz.
"I started this, but you're the boss now, Sis,"
Pete eagerly replied, glancing down to make sure that his cock was still stiff. "I'll take what you give me."
"Then close your eyes," Kim crooned. "Pretend it's your birthday, Christmas morning, or something. When I tell you it's okay to look, you get your present."
Pete squeezed his lids shut. Quickly, his sister got flat on her back. She spread her legs. She slipped her hands into the well of her thighs, fingering her fleshy pussy apart.
"Okay," Kim told her anxious brother. "I'm ready."
Pete opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of his sister's wide-open cunt. The curly hair was blonde and the meat was shocking pink. Pete's cock stabbed the air with excitement.
"Fuck me," Kim said with stark simplicity.
Pete came to her, his prick in his hand. He guided his cock-head to the glistening slash of her pussy and fucked his prick in. Kim's ass squirmed from the initial fucking. Then her ass lifted off the bed as Pete's cock fucked deeper and deeper.
Once or twice Kim mistakenly thought her cunt had taken all of her brother's prick, but then more cock would follow. Kim just prayed her pussy could take his entire prick.
"There," Pete grunted. "It's a tight fit, but my whole cock's in your pussy, Sis."
"Oh, yes, it certainly is." Kim swooned, her cunt spasming from the tip to the root of her brother's hiked cock. "I can feel every inch of it inside me. Such a huge prick. What a fuck this is was going to be."
Kim rolled her hips, setting Pete's cock in motion within her cunt. The friction was nerve-snapping right from the beginning.
And Pete didn't stop with his cock-strokes in his sister's pussy. He also pleasured her tits, sliding his mouth all over her pink tits. His tongue did wondrous things to Kim's nipples, causing them to stand up with stiff pride.
"You've got me tingling all over," Kim said to her brother as he expertly licked and fucked her. "Won't be long before I come. Before I do, though, one thing I want to know, Pete."
"Yeah, Sis?" Pete slurped a mouthful of nipple. "What is it?"
"I know we've just started fucking, but Til put you on the spot anyway," Kim said hopefully. "The girls you've fucked before--were any of them a better piece of ass than I am?"
"No comparison, Kim," Pete readily assured his naked sister, fucking his cock to the squishy core of her deep pussy. "Fucking you makes it seem like I was just shaking hands with the other chicks I've made it with. They're not in your league, Sis. All the fucking around I did before today was just practice for fucking you."
"You don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," Kim said, responding to her brother's flattery. "Just listening to you is almost enough to get me off all by itself."
"Then go ahead," Pete urged. "Come, Sis, come. Let it all hang out. There's nothing a guy digs more than fucking a chick who doesn't hold anything back."
"Okay. Here goes," Kim panted. "Hang on. When I start coming, you'll have a hellcat on your hands. Gonna give you a helluva ride!"
"Right on, Sis!" Pete declared in anticipation, giving Kim a final push toward orgasm by fingering her clit just above where his cock fucked her pussy.
Kim sucked her lungs full of as much air as they could hold. Then she wrapped her legs around Pete's waist and shook her thighs, forcing her brother's prick to fuck her cunt with a series of short fuck-strokes.
"Ahhh, it's here!" Kim crowed at the arrival of her climax. "I'm not just coming . . . shit, I'm flying!"
She writhed. She squirmed. Pete had to hold on to her tits to keep on top of her. And he wasn't gentle about the way he did it, digging his strong fingers into the soft mounds of his sister's tits so the meat bulged up between his knuckles.
"You're hurting me," Kim moaned, "and I love it. The more you make me suffer, the longer, the harder I'll come for you."
Pete brought his mouth to Kim's tits. He bit in a circle around one of the nipples, drawing blood. Kim screamed with erotic pain. Pete rewarded her by fucking his prick into her pussy with such force that it seemed he was acting out a macho fantasy to rip her in two.
The combination of her brother's brutal lust and her own climax made Kim feel unbelievably raw. She wallowed in her fuck, raised to dizzying orgasmic heights by sinking into the gutter of her emotions.
"Call me names!" she blurted to her hard-fucking brother. "Talk as dirty to me as you can!"
"Bitch! Whore!" Pete yelled, his curses delivered in a hissing rasp that sprayed Kim's face and tits with flying spit.
"Yes, yes, pour it on!" Kim cried.
"You're nothing but a cunt!" Pete spat. "Only good for one thing, tramp! Only good for fucking!"
"Oh, you're so right, Pete. You've got me figured out so good," Kim groaned, orgasmic pleasure continuing to mount within her pussy.
She reached down to the crush of loins where her brother's cock fucked in her cunt. Taking a handful of balls, she squeezed, priming Pete's supply of jism.
"Only one thing can top coming myself as far as I'm concerned," Kim gasped. "That's for you to come, too, Pete. My pussy's so damn thirsty for your jizz. I want you to flood my cunt with your hot cum."
"Any time you're ready, Sis."
"Now, Pete, now!" Kim pleaded. "Shoot it! Give me so much cum that my pussy can't hold it all!"
Pete clutched his sister's asscheeks, lifting her thighs up so his prick fucked almost straight down into her cunt. Buried in rippling pussy, his cock strained and flexed. Then his prick exploded with a creamy torrent of jizz that sizzled.
"What heat!" Kim squealed as her pussy boiled over. Almost immediately, there was an excess.
Her brother's jism spilled from the rims of her cunt, scalding her inner thighs.
Pete's cock produced one last spurt. A gusher. By now his sister's cunt was a swamp.
"Pull out," Kim breathlessly requested. "I wanna get your beautiful cum all over me."
Pete's cock jerked free. Unplugged, Kim's pussy oozed jizz in a glistening flow. She put her hand to her crotch and smeared the leaking cum from thigh to thigh and fromjier belly button to her asshole.
Then she spread her sticky fingers across her tits, leaving a gooey handprint on each tit. She sparkled with her brother's cum now, up and down her naked body.
"Man, you're something else, Sis. I'll never forget this," Pete sighed. "Wish I had a picture of you."
"What do you need a picture for, stud, when you've got the real me right here in front of you?" Kim purred.
Swiftly, Pete was back between his sister's legs with a hard-on. His cock seemed more rigid than ever before.
For the second time, Pete fucked his stiff prick into his sister's cunt. Kim was even more eager for a fuck than she had been the first time around.
Pete's prick fucked inside his sister's pussy, each fuck-thrust deeper and more powerful than the one before. And his hands were busy, too, caressing Kim's pussy lips and clit, fingering her asshole.
Kim used her hands also. But on herself, fondling her tits. Then she pinched her nipples, twisting them around double.
Of course she came. This was her mightiest climax yet, so strong that her spasming cunt seemed bent on literally wringing another load of jism out of her brother's prick.
"Give me jizz!" Kim demanded.
"You got it, Sis," Pete rasped. "But with a difference!"
Without warning, he abruptly yanked his cock from his sister's cunt and aimed his prick a notch below, at her asshole. Immediately catching on, Kim pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, improving the target of her ass for Pete's hard-on.
Pete's crotch bucked, fucking his prick into the rosy fuck-hole just beneath his sister's pussy.
"Oh, yes, that's just perfect," Kim whimpered with joy. "Come in my ass, Pete. It's the perfect place for you to finish fucking me."
Pete fucked his massive cock deeper and deeper into his sister's asshole. He knew he was in all the way when his cock-head plunged into the stinging slush of Kim's crap.
Stimulated to the bursting point by the heat of her shit, Pete's cock let go with a volcanic eruption. There was more cum than during the previous fuck. Spurt after spurt of jism flowed. By the time his prick was emptied, Pete felt hollow.
He pulled his spent cock from his sister's tightest fuck-hole and watched her ass overflow with jism. Kim just lay there, moaning from the liquid blaze Pete's cum had ignited in her bowels.
"You okay, Sis?" Pete asked.
"Words can't describe how good I feel," Kim replied in a whisper. "You can fuck me anytime you want. And you don't need to blackmail me again to spread my legs."
"Hope you know what you're letting yourself in for," Pete chuckled. "I'm one of the most horny dudes you'll ever run across, Sis."
"One of them?" Kim teased her brother. "You damn well better be the absolute horniest, or I'm gonna think I'm doing something wrong. By the time you go back to college, I plan on having your cock so sore you won't look at another girl."
Chapter Three
The next few days were heaven on earth for Kim. She and her brother sucked and fucked at every opportunity. Then, much too soon, the time arrived when Pete had to return to College.
"Do you really have to leave me?" Kim asked her brother as he packed, knowing full well that she couldn't hold him.
"Final exams." Pete shrugged. "No way to get around them short of flunking out. But when they're over, I'll be back home again. We'll have the whole summer together, Sis."
"I'll be climbing the walls until you come back," Kim sighed.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Sis," Pete smirked with a wink.
As Kim asked him what he meant by that crack, her brother snapped his suitcase shut. Before Pete could answer, there was a knock on the door.
"Hurry up, Peter," Mrs. Baker called to her son. "Your plane takes off in less than an hour."
"Mom's right," Pete told Kim, "have to get a move on. You driving to the airport with us?"
"I'd better say goodbye now, before I start bawling," Kim replied.
"One last kiss, Sis?"
"Kiss? I want more than that," Kim pouted.
"A kiss is all we've got time for," Pete insisted.
He leaned down to offer his mouth. But Kim ignored it. She went straight for her brother's fly. Before Pete could react, his cock was out.
"Let go, Sis," Pete protested.
"No way," Kim purred.
She was on her knees now. Her lips and tongue were all over her brother's prick. She licked and nibbled, playfully humming as she did so.
"You've got to be crazy," Pete muttered.
"Your cock doesn't think so," Kim slurped, drawing attention to the fact that her brother had a hard-on.
"Okay," Pete admitted. "Maybe we've got time for a quick blow-job."
Kim had more in mind than just sucking her brother's prick, but she didn't say anything to scare Pete off. She closed her mouth over the head of his cock and applied suction, counting on getting Pete so turned-on that he wouldn't be able to resist her. Before her brother departed, Kim had her heart set on one last fuck.
In the meantime, she concentrated on the blow-job. Her lips slipped farther and farther down Pete's hard-on. Finally she was deep-throating her brother and Pete's hips were rolling.
Before long, the blow-job had progressed to a more advanced stage. Pete was fucking Kim's mouth.
There was another knock on the door.
"Peter," Mrs. Baker called again, "aren't you ready to leave yet? It's getting late, Son."
"Five minutes, Mom," Pete replied in a controlled voice that gave no hint that the delay was caused by his sister sucking his cock. "Give me that long and I'll be ready to go."
"See that you are," Mrs. Baker huffed. She walked away from the closed door, her footsteps clicking down the hall.
"You heard mom," Pete told Kim. "We've got to get this over with."
Kim sucked harder. However, not with the goal of making her brother come in her mouth. She wanted Pete's prick on the brink of eruption, for sure, but only so she could gather the momentum to persuade her brother to come somewhere else. By the time Pete left for college, Kim was determined that her cunt would be dripping with his jizz, Pete had no idea of this, though. He thought he was getting away with plenty just fucking his sister's mouth. And right now his balls were churning with liquid heat.
"Gonna come before long, Sis," Pete rasped. "Come in your mouth."
"Right and wrong," Kim responded, abruptly releasing her brother's straining hard-on before his prick could erupt. "Right, you're gonna come. Wrong, that it'll be in my mouth."
"What the hell?" Kim's confused brother gulped.
Kim was on her feet now, standing up against Pete. She slid her hands inside her jeans, popped them open, and forced them down her legs along with her panties.
"You're going to fuck me before you leave," she told her brother as she caught his stiff prick between her thighs and gave it a squeeze.
"No . . . no," Pete choked. "Too risky to fuck you. Not enough time."
"Nonsense," Kim insisted. "After that blow-job I just gave you, your cock's all pruned for a quick fuck. Besides, it'd be a shame to send you on that long plane ride with a case of lover's nuts."
Kim reached down between her legs. A quick adjustment and her brother's prick was in her cunt.
"This is insane," Pete panted.
"But it's tight and warm and wet," Kim said, referring to the forced union of her brother's cock and her spasming cunt. "And it feels so good."
She socked her crotch against her brother's groin, burying Pete's prick to the hilt inside her. Wiggling her ass, she turned on the friction.
"Still wanna stop fucking me, Pete?" she teased.
"No," Pete admitted. "Too late to back out now. You've got me trapped."
"My, aren't we romantic," Kim giggled. "Looks like you still need some thawing out."
She took her brother's hands, pushing them up under her blouse. As usual, she wore no bra. Pete's fingers clutched her tits, his nails sinking into the soft flesh.
"Oh, that's it," Kim moaned. "Claw my tits. Give me some pain to go along with your cock in my cunt."
"You want it rough, Sis?" Pete impulsively rasped. "Okay, I'll give it to you."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Kim egged her brother on now that she had him fucking.
"A fact," Pete snapped.
His cock fucking in Kim's cunt, Pete forced his sister up against the nearest wall. He grabbed fistfuls of her blouse from the inside and tore them apart.
Kim was delighted.
"Rip me ... rip me," she gasped.
The blouse was quickly shredded and gone. Pete clamped his mouth on one of Kim's tits, using his teeth.
"Oh, yes. Bite me ... bite me!" Kim groaned as a sharp pain spread through her tits.
Pete punctured the skin. When he removed his mouth from his sister's tit there was a pocked circle of tooth-marks surrounding her nipple.
Her brother started chewing on her other tit. Through it all, Pete's cock drove in Kim's cunt, as brother and sister fucked standing up.
"Mmmm, you're so mean to me," Kim noted with glee. "I like you this way best of all. Makes me think you really care."
"Horny damn bitch," Pete growled with a mouthful of tit.
"When you get back to college and get the hots for some coed," Kim continued, "just remember what you've got at home. Other girls put out, Pete, but only your own little sister does anything."
Pete grunted. Kim squealed with welcome pain. She was rewarded by a savage cock-thrust up her pussy that bounced her ass against the wall.
This brought the clatter of footsteps in the hallway outside and another knock on the bedroom door.
"What in the world's going on in there?" Mrs. Baker called. "Sounds like you're trying to tear the house down."
Hearing his mother's concerned voice, Pete pulled his mouth from Kim's tit and answered, "Uh, just trying to get my suitcase closed, Mom. Had to jump on it."
"Well, keep it down. And, for heaven's sake, Peter, hurry up," Mrs. Baker said with exasperation.
"Sure, Mom."
The footsteps went away again.
"You should see yourself," Kim laughed at her brother while he sighed from the close call.
"Just shut up," Pete snapped with embarrassment. "Do you wanna fuck or play games?"
"Oh, macho, I guess," Kim taunted.
Pete slapped her. Kim laughed so he slapped her again.
"That's right," she mocked. "Knock my head all the way through the wall. Then mom'll come running, bust right in here, and everything'll be right out in the open."
"I don't think you'd really mind that," Pete spat.
"You got the guts to find out?" Kim answered.
"No," Pete admitted.
"Then don't get even with me by hitting me," Kim said. "Use your cock. Fuck me. Drive your cock right through me. Fuck me until I beg for mercy."
Pete swung his sister away from the wall. His cock tore loose from her cunt in the process, but it was clear that he wasn't ending the fuck, just getting set to accept Kim's dare to intensify it.
Kim was grabbed by the shoulders and shoved toward a chair where she was forced to her knees. Pete grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and slammed her face against the seat.
"A bitch like you deserves to be rucked like a bitch," Pete hissed.
He lifted his sister's ass in the air then kicked her thighs apart. With her flanks spread so her cunt flexed from the rear, Kim resembled an animal in heat.
"You dog-fuck a bitch," Pete kept hissing.
When his cock fucked into Kim's pussy once again, the penetration was from behind. Pete hunched over his sister's back, his hot breath making the hairs on her neck stand up as his prick went to work.
Kim had been fucked in this position before, but never had it affected her this way. Her animalistic urges came to a boil. The moan that was wrenched from her throat was not human.
Kim fantasized that she was a small dog being fucked by a much larger one. She had once seen a Great Dane trying to fuck a tiny white poodle, and this was the vision she held on to while her brother dog-fucked her.
She whimpered. She panted. And she took thrust after thrust of that massive prick up her tight cunt from the rear.
"Take it, bitch, take it," Pete snarled in her ear.
Kim felt as if her brother's cock might injure her. She didn't protest. Not hardly. As far as she was concerned, this was what fucking was supposed to be at its best. The ripping in her loins could only increase her capacity to come.
And come she did. With a blinding rush that turned her nerve-endings into live wires.
"So you're coming, huh?" Pete muttered. "Well, fine and dandy. Enjoy it, Sis--while you can. Ever hear of too much of a good thing? That's what's gonna happen to you. I'm gonna make you come so much you can't stand it. You'll beg me to stop fucking you."
Pete fucked his cock faster and faster. He brought his hand around under Kim's belly and fingered her clit. His other hand mauled her tits.
Pete not only didn't let up, but he increased his three-way stimulation of his climaxing sister. His prick fucked her pussy. Pinching her clit, he twisted it around double. One of his thumbs pushed one of her nipples deep down into the cushion of her tit, grinding the tender bud of flesh.
Equal parts of pain and pleasure had Kim torn between agony and ecstasy. She couldn't decide which sensation she enjoyed the most, the suffering or the sweetness. Fortunately, she didn't have to choose.
She concluded that she had it all. Other girls would kill to experience what she was going through. If they wouldn't, there was something wrong with them as far as Kim was concerned.
In the meantime, Pete still thought he could make his sister call it quits. However, time was running out on him. His cock had been scraping too long and too hard against the rippling walls of Kim's cunt for his balls not to get the message. They ached. The pressure from the cum they brewed growing with every cock-stroke.
Eventually, Pete recognized that he could hold off no longer. He either had to shoot his wad or quit fucking his sister.
Pete considered pulling out, just to spite Kim. He'd been mistaken to believe he could dog-fuck her to a standstill. But what if, just at the end of it all, he switched tactics and denied his sister's pussy of the cum it craved? That would teach the bitch who was boss.
But when he tugged at his cock, Pete found that his sister's cunt was like a vise. The friction just increased.
Pete's balls rumbled with complaint, demanding to be drained.
"Gotta come," he admitted to himself.
Kim overheard him and responded, "Then what're you waiting for, stud? Flood my pussy with jizz. Give me the goodbye present I want--a cuntful of your hot, sticky cum!"
Just as Kim finished speaking, the knocking on the door started again, more urgent than ever.
"Peter!" Mrs. Baker exclaimed, her voice peaking with agitation.
"Coming, Mom," Pete called back.
And coming he literally was. For his hilted prick had just erupted in his sister's cunt.
"Wow, you're coming all right," Kim moaned to Pete's unintentional play on words and the creamy torrent of jism in her pussy. "If mom only knew how you were coming."
"Shhh, mom'll hear you," Pete warned his sister in a whisper as his prick spurted almost a foot deep in her thirsty cunt. "She's still at the door."
After a moment of silent waiting, Mrs. Baker called to her son that she was going to get the car out of the garage. She'd be waiting for him in front of the house, and he'd better step on it or he was going to miss his plane.
Mrs. Baker stomped away with irritation. Left alone, her children were now in their final moments together.
Pete's cock had been drained. He pulled his prick out of Kim's cunt. She still wasn't satisfied. Pivoting around on her knees, she pounced on her brother's crotch and licked the stickiness from his tired prick.
"I'm gonna miss you so damn much," she said directly to Pete's cock.
"Don't kid yourself, Sis," Pete sighed, his voice heavy with sexual fatigue. "I can see now that you won't miss my cock any longer than it takes you to find somebody else to fuck you."
"You're full of it," Kim objected. "Just trying to give yourself a reason to fuck around once you get back to college."
"No, I'm on the level, Sis," Pete said seriously. "I just finished fucking you as rough and mean as I could ever fuck anyone. I wanted to put you in your place, I guess, teach you a lesson about being too horny for your own good. But you never gave an inch. No matter how hard I fucked you, all you wanted was more."
"But that was because you were the one fucking me," Kim excitedly replied. "I love you!"
"Correction. You love to fuck," Pete told his sister. "And as soon as I'm gone, all your good intentions won't be worth a shit. You'll get that old itch between your legs and find somebody to take my place."
"I won't!" Kim stubbornly insisted.
"Yes, you will," Pete stated with certainty. "Not that I blame you. It's in you, that's all, I can tell. You can't help it. Don't twist yourself into knots trying to be something you're not because of me. Whatever you do, Sis, I'll understand."
Just then the horn honked from outside.
"There's mom," Pete said. "Got to go. She's probably steaming."
He got up, stuffing his cock and balls back into his jeans. Then he grabbed his suitcase and backed toward the door.
"I won't fuck anybody else! I won't . . . just won't, no matter how horny I get!" Kim wailed.
"You may not think so now," Pete answered with a knowing grin. "But sooner or later you'll find a way to square it with yourself. The same way you must have done when old man Carlson took those pictures of you getting fucked."
"I had a good reason for that," Kim protested. "I was failing history. It wasn't like it was with you."
"When you were at Carlson's, you convinced yourself you were fucking your way to an A in history," Pete said. "But it was cock you were really after. And when I'm gone, you'll convince yourself you're spreading your legs for some other perfectly good reason. But it'll still be pure cock you want, whether you admit it to yourself or not."
The horn outside blared again.
"One last piece of advice, Sis," Pete said, opening the door to leave. "Be careful. A girl like you can get herself in a lot of trouble if she doesn't know her own mind."
"Bastard!" Kim screamed, in rage at her departing brother. But her voice was drowned out by the blaring horn. And Pete was gone now anyway.
Left alone, Kim put her hand to her cunt and felt her brother's leaking cum moisten her fingertips. This sticky reminder of Pete made her sob. She felt totally abandoned.
Suddenly she was a weeping child. She had herself a good, long cry.
Chapter Four
Kim soaked in the tub. She'd hoped a warm bath might wash away her blues. But she was still sobbing when the telephone interrupted her tears. She tried to ignore the persistent ringing, but it wouldn't stop.
"Hello?" she finally answered, trying not to sound too miserable.
It was Burt.
"Kim," her cousin said. "I've got to talk to you right away."
"Isn't that what you're doing right now, Burt?" Kim impatiently replied, anxious to get back to feeling sorry for herself.
"Not on the phone. Someone could listen in. I have to see you someplace private."
"That's a.switch," Kim sneered. "Ever since that business at Carlson's apartment you've been doing everything you can to stay as far away from me as possible."
"Carlson's exactly what I've got to talk to you about," Burt revealed, fear in his voice. "Kim, unless we do something about those pictures he took of us fucking, we're ruined."
"What?" a stunned Kim blurted, forgetting about her current troubles now that the past had come back to haunt her. It was strange, but suddenly she felt alive again.
"I've already told you too much over the phone," Burt rasped. "Meet me at the malt shop in a half an hour. Back booth. Be there!"
Thirty minutes later, Kim was sitting across from her cousin, alarmed by the paleness of his twitching face and the tremor in his hand. A few minutes after that, when she had heard what he had to say, Kim was just as jumpy as Burt.
"So that's the story," Burt concluded. "Some turkey at the lab where they were developing Carlson's film got a look at the pictures and decided to go on a good citizen trip. The motherfucker actually called the law."
"Who told you? Carlson?" Kim asked.
"No, the poor sucker doesn't even know about it yet. The investigation's just starting."
"Then who told you?"
"Got it from my dad," Burt said shakily, referring to his policeman father, Kim's Uncle Frank.
"He's on the case?" Kim winced.
"In charge of it," Burt revealed. "Overheard him talking about it to my mom. No names, but I put two and two together when it got to the part about some school teacher and dirty pictures of his students. Called you as soon as I could."
"What can we do?" Kim gulped.
"Get to my father before he can look over the pictures and recognize us. I was hoping you might have an idea."
"Oh, sure," Kim managed to scoff. "I suddenly just became a damn genius."
"You know you're my dad's favorite niece," Burt reminded Kim. "Always been able to wrap him around your little finger since you were in diapers. If you could just talk to him."
"Right," Kim cut her cousin off with a scowl. "I'll just go up to him and say, "Uncle Frank, you've got some pictures of me fucking your son. Wish you'd rip them up and forget all about them."
"I'm not telling you how you should do it," Burt said. "It's just that right now you're the only chance we have with my dad. I'm not pretending it'll be easy. But we're up against it as bad as we can be, Kim. You can at least try. Maybe drop a few hints about Carlson, check out the reaction, then take it from there."
Kim sat and thought. Thought about what would happen if Carlson's pictures got into the wrong hands. Like her own father's. As principal of Jefferson High, he could be drawn into the scandal in a way that would be devastating for all concerned.
"Okay, I'll try and do something," Kim finally agreed. "Don't seem to have much choice, do I?"
Burt grimly nodded, then added, "Dad's got the day off today. You've got to hurry up and get to him before he gets back on the case."
"Where is he?"
"Over at the house. Sitting around drinking beer. Mom's gone. You'll have him all to yourself."
When the cousins parted, Kim walked the distance to Burt's house and her Uncle Frank.
Along the way she went over possible strategies. She quickly rejected the indirect approach suggested by Burt. She was convinced that she would have to be bold to have any chance of success.
One alternative stuck out. The only one Kim could see as working. It made her tingle with anticipation.
"Blackmail," she whispered to herself. And then, having made her decision, she looked up and realized she had arrived at her destination.
She didn't knock on the front door. Instead, she sneaked around the back of the house and slipped inside through the kitchen.
Down the hallway she tiptoed, spying her uncle sitting in the living room reading a magazine. The magazine had a glossy centerfold which Frank was studying in detail. Even from her vantage point Kim could tell that her uncle was admiring the spread legs of a nude beaver-of-the-month.
"Look at that pussy," Frank said to himself, licking his lips. "I'd eat through ten pounds of shit to get at that."
He joked with himself by rubbing the bulge at his crotch. Kim decided that the time would never be better for her to make her move.
"What're you reading, Uncle Frank?" she cooed, drifting from the shadows into the open.
"Uh, Kim," Frank gulped when he saw his niece, making a clumsy attempt to hide the centerfold. "Wh-where'd you come from?"
Kim moved like a cat toward her uncle. Before Frank could stop her, she had snatched up his magazine.
"My, my, just what do we have here?" Kim chuckled, checking out the centerfold's wide-open cunt. "What's the matter, Uncle Frank, Aunt Peggy holding out on you? I'll bet if I'd showed up five minutes later you'd have had your prick out of your pants and in your fist, jerking-off like a kid."
Stunned by his niece's bluntness, Frank just sat there goggle-eyed. Kim was his sister Janet's daughter, a girl who'd been raised to behave the opposite of the way she was behaving now.
"You're just a dirty old man, Uncle Frank. Drooling over this," Kim continued her taunting, rattling the centerfold. "I'll bet you wouldn't know what to do if you had a crack at the real thing."
"Wha-what're you talking about?" Frank stuttered.
"Pussy." Kim shocked her red-faced uncle. "And the best kind. Young pussy."
"Whose?" Frank whispered in a faraway voice.
"Mine!" Kim declared, unzipping the cut-off jeans she wore.
The cut-offs fell to Kim's ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked off her sandals, pulling her t-shirt over her head. There she stood before her astonished uncle, her braless tits jiggling, her bikini panties the only thing between her and total nudity.
"If you want some real pussy, Uncle Frank," she purred, "you know where it is."
She put a foot up on the armrest of her uncle's chair opening her sleek thighs in Frank's face. Then she rubbed the crotch-band of her panties and a moist stain darkened the sheer fabric. Yellow curls of pussy hair fringed the elastic of the legholes.
"God, Kim . . . you're my own niece," Frank panted. "My own sister's little girl."
"That doesn't change what Pve got between my legs," Kim crooned.
She yanked her panties up into the slit of her cunt so her pussy lips popped into the open. A glistening bead of fuck juice trickled down one of her inner thighs.
"Go away," Frank pleaded. "Leave me alone before I do something we'll both regret."
"Touch me, Uncle Frank," Kim commanded. "Just touch my pussy one time. Then if you still want me to leave, I'll split and we'll both forget this ever happened."
Suddenly her uncle's hand was where Kim wanted it to be. Just brushing her exposed pussy lips with the fingertips at first, but then quickly rubbing. Kim moaned with appreciation, flushing a fresh supply of fuck-honey from her cunt.
Frank's hand came away from his niece's crotch sticky with Kim's pussy juice.
"Go ahead, taste it," Kim prompted her uncle. "I dare you to tell me you've ever tasted a sweeter cunt than mine."
His eyes lowered with shame, Frank sucked his fingers. His sigh from their flavor was just what Kim had counted on.
"Still want me to leave, Uncle Frank?" she murmured. She looked toward the door like she might actually go.
"No . . . stay," Frank grunted.
"Then let me out of these panties before my cunt burns a hole in them," Kim said.
She took her foot down from the couch, standing before her uncle. Frank rolled her panties down. There was her cunt right before his eyes, filling his nostrils with its sharp scent.
"Kiss my pussy, Uncle Frank," Kim directed.
Frank's mouth went to the golden triangle. Kim flexed her crotch against her uncle's face, feeling the stubble of his whiskers against her inner thighs.
"Now use your tongue, Uncle Frank," Kim said. "Find my slit and get inside me."
Frank's tongue got hard and penetrated. Kim rolled her hips. Her uncle's tongue started to fuck in her pussy.
"You keep this up, Uncle Frank," she called down, "and I'm gonna come right in your mouth."
Frank's tongue went wild in his niece's cunt. As she'd promised, Kim climaxed. There was noisy, damp slurping as her orgasmic cunt was eaten, pussy juice dripping from Frank's chin.
Finally Kim broke away. Pulling her cunt from Frank's face, she left her uncle with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"You ate me," Kim said, "now it's my turn to eat you."
She slumped to her knees. Her fingers were on her uncle's fly, unzipping his pants. She fumbled for his cock, got his prick out, and then looked his cock-shaft over before she started sucking his prick.
"Mmmm, Uncle Frank, why didn't you ever tell me you were hung like this?" she sighed with praise for the big prick she fondled.
She kissed the cock-head, then ran her tongue along the thick prick-shaft. The taste was salty.
"Bet you have trouble rinding a woman who can deep-throat this monster, don't you, Uncle Frank?" Kim noted.
Frank nodded.
"Aunt Peggy ever bring it off?" Kim asked.
Frank shook his head, no.
"She's missing plenty, then," Kim crooned. "Well, pay attention. Remember how I do it so you can give Aunt Peggy pointers the next time she gives you a blow-job."
Frank gasped with pleasure as his niece took his cock in her mouth. Kim swooped down on his prick. Within seconds she had swallowed his whole cock.
"Suck it, Kim, suck it," Frank gasped, giving in completely to his incestuous emotions. "Make me come in your mouth."
Honoring Frank's request was exactly what Kim had in mind. She knew that drinking a man's jizz put him in her pocket. Besides, she had a natural curiosity to find out how her uncle's cum stacked up against the fuck-cream from her cousin's and brother's cocks. Was it up to the family standard?
Kim wouldn't have long to wait. Frank's hips were grinding. He was fucking her mouth.
Taking her uncle's long cock in stabbing thrusts down her throat, Kim drew Frank's balls out of his pants and squeezed them hard. They seemed to squish in her grip as though bloated with cum just waiting to be unleashed.
"Got that feeling," Frank panted. "Much more of this and my cock'll blow."
Kim doubled her suction. She rubbed her knuckles on his throbbing nuts.
"Oh, Christ!" Frank blurted. "Ahhhh, yes! My cum's on the way, little girl! Straight to your belly!"
Halfway down his niece's clutching throat, the head of Frank's prick spurted cum. Jism gushed. Jism that took Kim by surprise with its volume and heat. Most striking of all, though, was its incredible sweetness. Kim couldn't slurp it down fast enough to satisfy her hunger.
"Way to go, little girl," Frank gasped with appreciation. "You keep it up and you're gonna drink it all. Every drop of my jizz."
There was never any doubt in Kim's mind that she would succeed in swallowing the full quota of her uncle's cock-juice. When she sucked a prick, she was in for the limit. Frank would feel like his balls had been turned inside-out by the time she was through draining his prick.
Frank pitched off a final spurt of jism and his cock slowed to a lazy dribble. But Kim did not stop sucking. She wouldn't be satisfied until her uncle's balls were totally dry.
"Okay, sweetheart," Frank finally called. "You've taken all the cum I've got to give. I'm empty. Keep sucking and all you'll swallow is your own spit."
Reluctantly, Kim released her uncle's spent prick. She was dizzy, almost drunk with Frank's jizz. The cum sloshed in her belly while she swayed, sending giddy messages to her brain.
"Mmmm, just look at you," Frank said to his starry-eyed loose-lipped niece. "They don't make them any more beautiful than you, little girl. If I had a daughter of my own, don't see how I could do any better than you."
"Yes, but, Uncle Frank," Kim cooed, her lips shiny from cock-sucking, "if I were your own daughter, no matter how pretty I was, would you still get it on with me?"
"Couldn't resist you no matter who you were," Frank admitted. "Not after the way you came on to me today. Besides, I'm taking enough of a chance as it is with you being my niece. Truth is, the fact you're kin just makes me hornier for you."
"Fine words coming from a cop," Kim teased her policeman uncle. But it was teasing with a purpose. She had to draw Frank out about his profession in order to reach him about the Carlson investigation.
"You've gotta be a first-class hypocrite to be a first-class cop," Frank sighed. "The same things you're busting other people for have to hit you where you live. Turn you on, get that old adrenalin pumping. Otherwise, you'd lose interest."
"Fascinating. Tell me more," Kim pumped her uncle.
Frank fell right into her hands on the first try.
"Well, like, here's an example," he said. "There's this guy. A teacher at one of the high schools. We think he's been selling grades to his students by getting them to fuck so he can take pictures of them. Sure, it's kinky. But a case like that makes a cop's day. You can't wait to get to work when you're working on something like that."
"Suppose you were that teacher instead of a cop, Uncle Frank," Kim pressed. "Would you ever try to pull anything like that?"
"Hell," Frank laughed, "I wouldn't take pictures. Nobody'd get an A out of me unless I did the fucking myself."
Then Frank turned serious.
"But I'm not a teacher," he said, "or anything else but a cop. That's how I keep myself in line."
"Like with me? Your own little niece?" Kim chuckled.
"Even a cop gets a day off now and then," Frank laughed. "Today's one of mine. My badge is in the drawer--"
"But I see you're still wearing your pistol," Kim interrupted, her twinkling eyes trained on her uncle's crotch. Frank had another hard-on.
"Yeah, guess so." Frank looked down at his rigid prick and went along with his niece's kidding.
"It might be your day off, Uncle, dear, but something tells me that duty's calling," Kim crooned, fondling the barrel of Frank's prick.
"You want what I think you want?" Frank panted.
"Am I living? Breathing?" Kim eagerly answered.
She got up and drifted over to the sofa. She stretched out on the cushions, her bare tits lolling like pink pillows and her tawny thighs spread to showcase her wide-open pussy.
"Fuck me, Uncle Frank," she murmured.
Frank was there as soon as he could strip all the way down. His mouth watered and his hard-on twitched. Climbing onto the sofa between his niece's parted legs, he clutched his prick in his hand as if he were afraid his cock might fly off from his crotch before he had the chance to fuck Kim's waiting pussy.
"Stick it in,' Kim urged, fingering her pussy lips so the glistening interior of her fuck-hole yawned.
Frank glided his cock-head to her fleshy cunt-lips. He shoved. He was inside. And Kim was lifting her ass, taking his big prick deeper, deeper.
Until she had his whole cock in her cunt. And her hips were rocking. Her long legs scissoring Frank's waist. Her breath gusting as her uncle fucked her to the hilt.
"Your cock feels even bigger in my pussy than I'd expected," Kim told her uncle. "And I was expecting a lot."
"It's just that your cunt's so tight," Frank muttered. "The tightest I've ever fucked."
"That's teenage pussy for you," Kim boasted. "If you've got it, flaunt it."
Then she got serious. The lilt in her voice turned to sandpaper as she began to moan from the repeated cock-thrusts in her cunt. Her uncle was fucking her with driving force, and she rewarded him with a finger up his gritty asshole.
"Mmmm, you know all the tricks don't you, little girl?" Frank moaned. "It's easy to tell you've been learning a lot more in school than what shows up on your report card,"
When she heard that, Kim had to laugh inside as she thought about how she had gotten her A in history. Then the laughter turned into an inner shriek of pleasure as an orgasm struck her.
"You're coming, aren't you, baby?" Frank asked, responding to his niece's frenzied squirming.
"You bet!" Kim gasped. "A girl can't get fucked for long by a cock the size of yours without something awful good happening. Now see how long you can keep me flying, Uncle Frank. Play with my clit while your cock keeps moving in my pussy. I must just come for you all day long."
Frank's big thumb located the magic button at the summit of his niece's cunt right away. He pressed her clit the way he would have a doorbell. With something like the same result, at least for Kim, as chimes immediately rang in her head.
"I just keep coming harder and harder." She swooned. "And the more I do, the longer I want it to last!"
"Hey, whoa, little girl," Frank cut in. "I'm only human, you know. I gotta come, too. The fuse on my cock is getting shorter every time I pump that tight cunt of yours. I'm a man, not a machine."
"Sorry to be so greedy," Kim told her uncle. "It's just that you're fucking me so good I want it to go on forever."
"Can't do that for you, baby," Frank puffed. "But I can sure as hell do the next best thing. End this up with a great big bang."
"If you're talking about shooting my pussy full of hot cum, I'm ready for it whenever your prick's ready to unload," Kim said, setting the stage for her uncle's climax.
"Good girl!" Frank gasped.
He slid his hands down under Kim's back and clutched her asscheeks. Her legs rose and he forced her thighs back, his face burrowing between her tits as he doubled her body into a ball. Now his cock fucked practically straight down in her hoisted cunt.
"Come in me, Uncle Frank!" she cried. "Hurry up and come before you kill me!"
"Here you go, little girl," Frank grunted with a final hilting fuck of his massive hard-on.
Then the cum was flowing. Kim could feel its sticky heat swamping her pussy. It burned so good. There was so much jizz.
While Frank's prick spurted at the depths of her cunt, Kim held her uncle's balls, feeling them spasm as they pumped out repeated blasts of cum. With her other hand, she fingered the crack of her ass, fooling with the jizz that already leaked from her fuck-hole.
Then, all too soon, it was over. Frank's cock quit spurting and relaxed in his niece's soggy cunt. He was just as sorry about it as Kim, but he had lost his hard-on.
It had been such a spectacular fuck that it took Kim a long time to recover. After her uncle's prick was out of her pussy, she lay moaning, playing with herself to prolong the last stages of her orgasm.
Frank just sat and watched his niece in awe. She made him feel like a green kid who'd just knocked off his first piece of ass.
Eventually Kim came to her senses. She sat up and saw her uncle staring at her. The way he looked at her made her feel like a princess. She was ahnost ready to forget why she had seduced him in the first place.
But, of course, she couldn't really forget. As good as it had been, Kim reminded herself, getting fucked by her uncle had just been a means to an end. She had never intended the final payoff to be strictly orgasmic. There was business to be taken care of.
Kim forced herself to concentrate on that ugly word.
"Blackmail," she muttered aloud without realizing she was actually speaking. It stamped a brand on her brain, steeling her will.
"What'd you say?" Frank asked.
Kim set her jaw. She wished she didn't have to do this after he'd fucked her so well, but it was a matter of survival. From this point on, Frank was a cop not a lover.
She had it all rehearsed. How she would explain to her uncle that the Carlson investigation included her. She was one of those students the history teacher's camera had filmed fucking. The solution to her problem? Her uncle had to destroy the incriminating pictures and keep his mouth shut. If he didn't, Kim would have to blow the whistle on Frank himself for fucking her, his own niece.
"What is it?" a puzzled Frank asked Kim.
"This won't be easy for either of us," Kim started.
And that was as far as she got. Just then a car rolled into the driveway beside the house, its tires crunching the gravel.
"Peggy!" Frank blurted.
Kim knew her chance was gone.
"Christ, you've got to get out of here before your aunt finds us like this," Frank desperately hissed.
She dove for her clothes as the door of her aunt's car slammed outside. Frank was heading for the bathroom where he could explain his nudity by taking a shower.
There was only time for a few last words to be spoken.
"When will I see you again?" Kim asked her uncle, getting dressed as fast as she could before she had to run.
"Tomorrow night," Frank answered. "I'll tell Peggy I have to work late. Meet me at the Crossroads Motel around eight. Know where it is?" Kim nodded.
"Okay. Now get your ass in gear, little girl, or all hell will break loose," Frank panted, then disappeared into the bathroom. In a moment Kim could hear the water running.
On her own, Kim waited until she could hear the direction of her aunt's footsteps. Peggy was coming up the front steps. Kim dashed for the kitchen door, leaving the house the same way she had entered.
In the backyard, she climbed a fence, then cut across a neighbor's property and found the street. She was running when her feet hit the sidewalk, not stopping until she was at least a mile away and there were knives in her lungs. Even then she didn't feel safe.
Chapter Five
"How did it go yesterday?" Burt asked over the phone.
"I'm still working on it."
"What's that supposed to mean? Jesus, I've been sweating bullets waiting to hear something. Why didn't you get in touch? It's been twenty-four hours since you talked to dad. I can't take this kind of pressure--"
"Can't talk anymore. Mom's coming," Kim interrupted, hanging up on her cousin before he could ask more questions.
Actually Kim had been lying. Her mother wasn't even home. She just didn't want to talk to Burt while everything was still up in the air.
Kim went to her room. All she could do now was what she had been doing since yesterday afternoon. Wait. Wait until tonight when she met her uncle at the motel.
"Damn, damn, damn," Kim muttered with frustration, banging on the headboard of her bed. "If only I could get this over with,"
She got up and paced. Soon she was counting the times she walked around the room. It seemed appropriate that she was going in circles. She had reached nine when she heard the front door open and close.
"Must be mom," she reasoned. She stopped pacing so her footsteps wouldn't carry. Company was the last thing she wanted.
Kim returned to her bed. She sat there, chewing her nails. Voices carried through her closed door. Her mother had somebody with her.
In spite of herself, Kim found herself eavesdropping.
"I don't think anybody's home," she heard her mother say.
"Well, you'd better check and double-check, Janet," the other person answered with concern. Kim immediately recognized the familiar voice as being her Aunt Peggy's.
"What's the matter, Peg, getting cold feet?" the conversation continued, Janet Baker speaking to her sister-in-law.
"Just not crazy about getting caught in the act," Peggy answered.
"Okay, if it'll put your mind at ease we'll go through the house room by room," Janet said. "Don't want you on pins and needles--it'll spoil everything. I like you nice and loose, Peg."
There were footsteps as the two women walked through the house. Eventually they arrived in front of Kim's room, where they saw the closed door.
"See," Kim heard her aunt say to her mother, "somebody's probably in there."
There was a knock on the door, and Kim's mother called, "Darling, are you home?"
Something stopped Kim from answering. She kept listening, her curiosity building about what her mother and aunt were up to.
"Satisfied we're alone now, Peg?"
"I'd feel a lot better, Janet, if you opened the door and checked inside."
"Okay, Peg. Whatever it takes to get you in the mood."
Kim had to make a decision as the knob turned. She acted on impulse. By the time the door had opened and her mother and aunt were peering inside, she was hiding under the bed.
"Told you we had the place to ourselves, Peg," Janet Baker said to her sister-in-law.
"All right, I'm satisfied," Peggy replied.
"And what are you going to do about it, Peg?"
"Oh, Janet, not here," Peggy protested but with no force behind her words.
In her hiding place, Kim heard the rustling of fabric and a soft, moist murmur. She glimpsed out from under the bed to see what was going on. The surprise of her life awaited her.
Her mother and aunt were locked in an embrace. It was no friendly hug. They were kissing on the mouth. Patting each another's ass. One of them pressed her knee in the other's crotch.
Kim didn't have to see any more to know that her mother and aunt were lesbian lovers. But she continued to watch, so fascinated that she felt hypnotized.
"God, Janet, what are you doing now?" Peggy gasped when the kiss was broken and her blouse was being pulled from her skirt by her hard-breathing sister-in-law.
"Can't wait a second longer," Janet panted.
"Got to have you right here and now."
She opened Peggy's blouse with such impatience that some of the buttons popped and scattered across the floor. One of them rolled all the way under the bed, falling on its side right under Kim's nose.
When Kim looked up again, her mother was working on Peggy's bra. It unfastened and Peggy's tits spilled free. Kim had never seen her aunt's tits before--they were gorgeous.
Janet Baker thought so, too. She tossed her sister-in-law's bra aside, and, before it hit the floor, she was hungrily sucking one of Peggy's dusky nipples.
"Oh, Janet, you're impossible," Peggy moaned. "But I love it."
When her skirt floated to the floor, it was Peggy herself who had unzipped it. Wearing no stockings, she was just in her panties now. Kim noticed that her aunt had the narrow waist, flaring hips, firm thighs and shapely legs of a much younger woman. Hexing beneath the taut panty fabric, her asscheeks were as round as a pair of ripe melons.
"She's beautiful," Kim murmured under her breath, "No wonder mom digs her."
Now it was Peggy's turn to undress Janet. It happened quickly as the desire of each woman to feast on the other's body mounted. As she looked on, Kim realized that her mother was just as stunning in the raw as her aunt.
Only their panties kept Janet and Peggy from being naked together. Taking them off assumed the form of an erotic ritual, each sister-in-law teas-ing the other with the agonizingly slow exposure of her cunt.
Little did the lovers know that the person being teased the most by their tantalizing behavior was watching from under the bed. In her hiding place, Kim waited breathlessly for the panties to fall, anxious to see the pussies of her mother and aunt. Her own cunt tingled.
The waistbands of their panties slipped below the tops of their flossy triangles. Silken curls puffed--Janet's cunt hair blonde and wispy, Peggy's thick bush jet-black.
Their panties dropped faster now that the lovers had caught sight of each another's pussy.
"Mmmmm, every time I see your cunt," Janet told her brother's wife, "it's just as exciting as the first time we got it on."
"Same here," Peggy sighed.
Janet drifted toward the bed. Peggy followed, catching up as her sister-in-law reclined on the mattress.
"Oh, yes, that's it, Peg," Janet moaned. "Eat my pussy the way only you can do it."
The bedsprings creaked. There was slurping. Groaning.
And beneath the bed, Kim suffered with frustration. Although her ears told her exactly what was going on, she couldn't see a thing anymore with her mother and aunt directly above her.
"Ahhhh, your tongue feels just right in my cunt, Peg," Kim listened to her mother sigh. "Like it always does. You'll have me coming before you know it. Right in your mouth. Hope you're thirsty for my pussy juice."
Hearing so clearly without being able to see a thing had Kim tied into yearning knots. Kim was getting hornier by the moment.
Another overheard groan from her mother only made things worse for Kim.
"I'm getting there," Janet reported. "Just on the edge of coming. Push me over, Peg. Use your tongue in my pussy like it was a great big cock."
There was squishing. Lapping. Kim pictured her aunt's face between her mother's clutching thighs. Peggy's mouth on her mother's cunt. Her mother's ass squirming as Peggy's tongue did its thing.
"God, it's happening! You did it for me, Peg!" Kim's mother squealed. "I'm coming now! Lights flashing . . . bells ringing . , . thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Kim looked up. The mattress sagged just above her from where her mother's ass ground into the bed.
"I can't stand it," Kim whispered to herself. "Got to see."
If she was going to try for a new hiding place with a better vantage point, Kim reasoned that now was as good a time as any. After all, her mother was coming and Aunt Peggy was tongue-deep in pussy. They were so preoccupied Kim hoped she could steal across the room to the safety of the closet where she would have a perfect view of the , action on the bed.
Slowly, carefully, Kim inched out into the open. She wasn't noticed.
She started to crawl, battling her urge to hurry.
One false move and it was all over.
It was so hard. The closet actually seemed to be getting farther away as Kim painstakingly crept. She wondered if she would ever make it.
She could have. If only she hadn't yielded to the temptation to look over her shoulder just the one time.
But she couldn't resist sneaking a backward glance. Not when she heard her mother cry out with such force that the pictures on the wall rattled.
Kim saw her mother with her naked body jack-knifed, her legs all the way back over her head with her toes caught under the bedstead. Burrowing at the gaping split of her sister-in-law's loins, Peggy gorged herself on pussy.
"Dynamite," Kim heard herself say, then knew immediately she had spoken too loudly.
The lovers froze.
"What was that?" Peggy gulped.
Janet's breath wheezed in worried gusts.
Kim moved toward the closet. It was hopeless, of course. There was just too much distance to cover.
With a sudden jerk, Peggy's head emerged from the well of her sister-in-law's thighs and swung in Kim's direction. Janet looked, too, gasping with recognition when she spotted her crawling daughter.
Now it was Kim's turn to freeze.
There was a deadly silence all around.
"Well, what is there to say?" Janet Baker was the first to finally speak. "Lying won't do any good when the truth is so obvious."
"It's okay, Mom," Kim shakily replied. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I don't have any business being here in the first place."
"No, you might as well get it all up front," Janet told her daughter. "Your Aunt Peggy and I have been lovers for quite awhile. Naturally we'd rather nobody knew about us, but we're not going to apologize for it."
"I don't blame you,"Kim blurted. "You two are just perfect together. I know I shouldn't have spied on you, but it was just so beautiful that--"
"Shhh, child, you don't have to say anymore," Janet soothed, sensing the honesty of her daughter's emotions.
"What are we going to do now?" Peggy asked.
"Maybe we should leave that up to Kim," Janet said.
"I don't understand," Peggy muttered, puzzled.
Kim, though, knew exactly what her mother was hinting at. And it was, she now realized, just what she had wanted all along. Could even be the reason why she had allowed herself to be caught. In any case, she couldn't resist the temptation her mother dangled before her.
When Kim stood, her fingers were already unfastening the buttons on her blouse. The blouse fell open, exposing her braless tits. Then she went to work on the rest of her clothing.
She wavered toward the bed, his hips popping free of her drooping slacks. The soft roll of her belly heaved over the waistband of her tight panties.
"That's my girl," Janet beckoned to her daughter when Kim reached the side of the bed, nude except for her panties. "You're so lovely."
"Mmmm, yes, she is that," Peggy said with a sensual murmur while her eyes roamed all over her niece's all-but-naked body. "I think this is all going to turn out fine, after all."
Drawn by the hungry eyes of her mother and aunt, Kim joined the two older women on the bed. She snuggled in right between them, lying down in erotic offering.
Janet and Peggy both put their hands on Kim's panties. They pulled them slowly away, their mouths watering as the teenager's golden pussy came into view.
Now Kim was as naked as her mother and aunt. Rubbing and kissing began. Closing her eyes, Kim squirmed, not knowing whose mouth was on her tits and whose fingers massaged her cunt.
Kim felt a raspy tongue scraping one of her nipples and a pair of fingers probing her pussy. She sighed with overwhelming pleasure, climaxing on the spot.
"She's coming already," Peggy noted.
"Yes, she's hot all right," Janet agreed. "Looks like my little girl takes after her mom and aunt. No reason for us to take it slow. Kim's ready right now to join the club."
Without hesitation, Janet swung a leg over her daughter's head, straddling Kim's face. She fingered her pussy lips apart and several drops of pussy juice splashed on the bridge of Kim's nose.
Kim opened her eyes. She found herself looking up into the pink slash of her mother's cunt.
Kim had never been so dose to someone else's cunt before. Her nostrils flared when she drew in the sharp aroma. Then her tongue strained from her mouth as she reached for her first taste of another woman.
"Like me, baby?" Janet cooed while her daughter licked her dripping pussy.
"So sweet, Mom." Kim swooned from the matchless flavor of her mother's cunt. "Such a sweet, sweet cunt."
"Have your fill, darling," Janet murmured.
She sat on her daughter's face. Kim's tongue stiffened like an oral hard-on and fucked up her pussy. Janet wriggled her ass, moaning in a pre-orgasmic state while Kim ate her out.
Which left Peggy to do her thing. She slipped her hips between Kim's open thighs, wedging her crotch in the golden space at the crux of her niece's loins. It was a fucking position, but with no cock involved as cunt met cunt.
Peggy surged from the waist down. The pressure of her pussy between her niece's legs immediately had Kim thrusting back with her own cunt.
"God, what a beautiful sight," Janet observed from her perch atop Kim's face. "There's something about two women pussy-fucking that nothing else can match. Who needs men?"
"Mmmmm, I sure don't," Peggy replied while grinding away between her niece's thighs. "And I'll bet Kim'd tell you the same thing."
"If she could speak for herself," Janet giggled like a schoolgirl. "But it's pretty hard to talk when you've got your tongue jammed up your mother's cunt."
"Have you come yet?" Peggy asked her sister-in-law.
"I could have two or three times," Janet answered. "But I've been holding back, waiting for you to get in gear."
"You mean you want to come together?" Peggy asked, steadily cunt-fucking her niece as she spoke with Kim's mother.
"Exactly," Janet said.
Down below, Kim overheard all of this. She couldn't have been any more anxious to please her mother and aunt. Oh, she thought, how wonderful it would be to help them climax on top of me. Especially since I would undoubtedly come along with them in the process.
So Kim doubled her efforts. Her tongue fucked in her mother's cunt. She raised her ass and ground her crotch against her aunt's pussy until she could feel bone.
"Little Kim's doing all the work for both of us," Janet said about her tongue-fucking, pussy-gouging daughter.
"Ahhhh, yes, it's like she was breaking us in instead of the other way around," Peggy panted. "She knows what we want."
"Then let's let her know what a good job she's doing," Janet rasped.
"Come?"
"When I count to three. One . . . two . . ."
Janet never reached the last number. For she was abruptly screaming. So was Peggy. The two of them had climaxed at precisely the same moment.
On the bottom, Kim struggled to catch up with her mother and aunt. She arrived at their orgasmic plateau with an explosion of her senses.
"Kim's coming along with us!" Janet gasped in the midst of the climax she now shared with her daughter as well as her sister-in-law.
"Ooooh, you don't have to tell me that!" Peggy squealed. "Her cunt's burning mine up. It's like she was welding our pussies together!"
Then words dissolved into moans and groans as the lesbian trio lifted each other to dizzying heights. They came and came, feeding each other's orgasms. The overworked bed shuddered as though it might collapse. The air was rank with the musky aroma of a triple female release.
Finally things settled down. Janet was the first to yield, her cunt sliding off Kim's face as she toppled to her side. Then Peggy retreated from between her niece's legs, curling into a ball at Kim's feet.
"Oh, what a trip," Kim sighed when it was all over. "My tongue is so sore. My pussy aches."
But tired as she was, Kim had yet to get her fill of lesbian sex. She had an idea. And there would never be a better time to carry it out because her mother and aunt were out of it after coming so hard. Kim couldn't resist taking them by surprise with her little prank.
Silently, she left the bed. Her mother and aunt didn't even notice she was gone as she slipped out into the hall and headed for the kitchen. She found what she wanted in the pantry, quickly returning to the bedroom, chuckling with glee.
Her mother and aunt hadn't missed her at all. They rested on the bed, still recovering from the orgasmic workout. Kim slipped back in between them, the object she had brought from the kitchen ready for use.
It was at least a foot long. And thick and round. Perfect for what Kim had in mind. Her mother always picked one up at the bakery when she planned on serving spaghetti. Her mother would have to make another trip to the bakery, however. Because this was one loaf of French bread that was never going to be eaten at the dinner table.
Kim coaxed her unsuspecting mother and aunt nearer to one another. Finally they were close enough so Peggy's legs could be draped across Janet's thighs, leaving their cunts just several inches apart--certainly within the span that Kim desired.
"What're you doing, honey?" Janet slurred when she sensed her daughter nosing around her crotch.
"Trust me, Mom," Kim soothed.
She nudged her mother's pussy with one of the loaf's blunt ends. Her mother started to stir. Kim had to move quickly. She crammed the crusty bread into her mother's cunt, shoving with all her strength until three of four inches were inside.
Janet Baker sat up with alarm, mystified by what her daughter was doing to her. And then she saw. The free portion of the French bread loomed from her stuffed cunt. A woman couldn't get any closer to having a hard-on.
When her mother started to speak, Kim made a shushing gesture and pointed to her aunt's pussy. Janet held her words, catching on at once that the other end of the loaf was intended for Peggy's cunt.
Kim brought the free section of bread to her aunt's pussy, tickling Peggy's clit with the crusty tip- Peggy moaned, not questioning the source of pleasure and spreading her legs. This widened her cunt perfectly for her niece's purposes.
With a light touch, Kim set the curved stump of the bread into the dent of her aunt's cunt. Peggy reacted the same way Janet had, wanting to know what was going on. Once more Kim asked for trust.
Then, once again, she shoved. Only this time she had help. Her mother was pushing at the other end of the loaf, assisting the linkage of her sister-in-law's cunt with her own.
The connection was complete. Peggy reared up, felt the deep twinge in her twat, and saw it.
"What the devil!" she blurted. "What in the world is this?"
"It used to be a loaf of French bread, Aunt Peggy," Kim chuckled. "But now it's a great big cock. I'm sure you two ladies can figure out what to do with it."
"Mmmm, I think so," Peggy moaned, squirming her ass.
Peggy got up on her knees, positioning herself astride Janet's waist. Then she bore down on the rigid loaf of bread, taking it farther and farther in her cunt.
Now Peggy's hips began to roll. The cheeks of her ass slapped together as she fucked into Janet's pussy with the massive cock-substitute.
"Peggy, it's wonderful!" Janet excitedly cried, her knees up so that her thighs quivered from the fuck-thrusts she was taking in her pussy. "Fuck me, fuck me. Split me in two with your big brown prick!"
Peggy became a female stud. She used the imitation hard-on like a jackhammer, fucking to the depths of her grateful sister-in-law's pussy.
"I'm already coming!" Janet shrieked. "God, it's just the most fantastic feeling! No man could ever fuck me like this!"
"Ooooh, you're not the only one who's coming!" Peggy yelped, sliding up and down the crusty column connecting her cunt with Janet's
Looking on at the kinky fuck that was her creation, Kim swelled with pride. She didn't need to be a direct participant in the action to be infected with its spirit. Didn't have to be touched, not even by herself, to climax right along with her mother and aunt.
It was quite an experience for all concerned but one that was far from over. Once they had finished fucking, there was no way Janet and Peggy were going to let Kim avoid a cuntful of the makeshift hard-on--and no way Kim was going to allow herself to miss out on it.
By late afternoon, the French bread was broken into soggy chunks. The sheets were covered with crumbs. And there were three cunts that glowed from having gotten all the fucking they could stand.
Chapter Six
"No, Peggy and I aren't hardcore dykes or anything like that," Janet Baker told her daughter when the all-female fucking was over and the three participants were having a gabfest.
"Just free spirits," Peggy laughed.
"How did it happen? The way you two got together?" Kim asked.
"We were sitting around over coffee one day, just talking, you know," Janet said. "The subject turned to sex--the way it always seems to, sooner or later. Your aunt and I started complaining about how boring our husbands were in the sack."
"So you got it on?" Kim kept up her questions.
"It seemed like the logical thing to do," Peggy said with a shrug. "There the two of us were--both available and horny. One thing led to another and, presto, it happened. Now here we are almost a year later, still going strong with each other. We must be doing something right." Peggy paused.
"How about you, Kim?" she asked her niece. "Where do you stand now that you've tried pussy instead of cock?"
Kim didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, her mother came to her rescue.
"Kim's still young. It's not fair to push her, Peg." Janet frowned at her sister-in-law, then spoke directly to her daughter: "After today, your aunt and I will always have room in bed for you, darling, but we don't want to force anything on you. A girl your age shouldn't be tied down."
Kim silently thanked her mother for getting her off the hook. She definitely needed to do some soul-searching.
She told her mother and aunt how glad she was they had taken her into their confidence and showed her the all-female route to erotic fulfillment, then confirmed she had to think things over. They were very understanding about letting her keep her private life to herself.
There was only one problem. When she was by herself again, Kim felt as much out on a limb as ever.
Kim listened to her footsteps striking the asphalt as she crossed the parking lot of the Crossroads Motel to keep her rendezvous with her Uncle Frank. She felt as though her mind were separated from her body, giving her the sensation of spying on herself.
There was Frank's car. It was parked, obviously, in front of the room in which he was waiting.
"Now or never." Kim steadied herself, raising her fist to strike the door.
She knocked. The rapping sound echoed in the chamber of her mind. She had to suck in her breath and hold it to stop the racket in her head.
The door opened. There was Frank. Stark naked, A drink in his hand and a hard-on sticking almost a foot out in front of him.
He'd hardly said hello when he snatched Kim inside. Half-drunk and totally turned-on, he spilled whiskey all over her blouse. Then his hands were all over her. Limp as a ragdoll, Kim found herself as naked as her uncle within moments.
Then Frank was pulling her toward the bed. He laid her out and crawled on top. He was clumsy and rough, thoroughly male. Kim couldn't help but compare his macho approach with the silky lesbian technique of her mother and aunt--it was like going from one world to another.
There was no foreplay. Frank was thinking entirely with his cock. He couldn't wait to get his prick inside Kim's cunt. Shoving, cramming. So deep, so fast. Kim imagined she was being split in two.
"Oh, baby, take it, take it," Frank grunted. "Take my big cock as far as it'll go in your tight pussy."
Kim felt like a whore the way her uncle was fucking her. Her cunt was all he cared about. He was at her like a drunken sailor.
As if there were a mirror on the ceiling, Kim imagined she could see herself spred-eagled beneath her hard-driving uncle. The expression on her face was icy, her naked body frozen.
"Hey, get with it, little girl," Frank prompted. "I'm doing all the work. Wiggle your ass or something. Fuck me back."
Frank's hands slid under Kim's ass. He took chunks of each asscheek btween his thumbs and forefingers, pinching hard. It was intended to hurt--and it did.
Abruptly Kim was moving in spite of herself. Reacting to her uncle's assault, her thrashing ass caused Frank's cock to gyrate in her dry cunt.
Kim complained that she was in pain. Her uncle laughed at her, told her she knew she loved it, and clawed his fingernails into her asscheeks, fucking his prick even farther in her cunt. "Bastard!" Kim hissed in response. She angrily bit her uncle on the neck; It didn't do any good. He liked it. Made him fuck her all the harder.
"Little spitfire," Frank rasped. "Baby doll, count on your old uncle to bring out the best in you."
His hands moved from Kim's ass to her tits. Apparently he wasn't satisfied with the pink blush of her nipples, because with his squeezing tactics he seemed bent on turning them black and blue.
"Son of a bitch! Motherfucker!" Kim kept cursing her sadistic uncle. And she wondered why she bothered since Frank seemed to thrive on her insults.
Then, all at once, Kim got a different message from her struggle with her uncle. It started deep in her cunt. A twinge at first, then a release of electric energy, spreading across her loins.
Feeling the heat, the juiciness on her cunt, the buzzing of her senses, Kim recognized what was happening. It had hit her out of nowhere. And given the sensual breed of female that she was, all she could do was relax and enjoy it.
"I'm coming!" she announced.
"Don't I know it!" Frank whooped.
He twisted Kim's nipples for emphasis. Fucked his prick in her cunt. Kissed her on the mouth, drawing her tongue down his throat so it tingled.
Kim climaxed even more strongly. Her uncle's brutal treatment was like gasoline poured on her erotic fire.
When the savage kiss was broken she heard herself plead, "Manhandle me, Uncle Frank! Give it to me as rough as it gets!"
"Mmmm, when you come around, little girl, you do it in a big way!" Frank gasped.
"Thanks to you, Uncle Frank," Kim moaned as her cunt was fucked with a hammering fuck-thrust. "Now make it worse for me. Because the worse it is, the better it is. You've made me suffer all over except one place. Now punish me there."
Frank knew immediately that his niece was referring to her asshole. His hand came up from underneath, reaching into the crack of Kim's ass and finding her asshole. The opening puckered just enough for him to grip it like a ripe boil between his pinching fingertips. Then he squeezed.
"Pop it! Pop it!" Kim screamed.
Down in her ass she felt something give. At first she thought she was going to shit on the spot. But it was another orgasm instead, this one ripped from the spasming core of her bowels.
It felt so good. But Kim knew it could feel even better. What it would take was her uncle's huge cock in the right place.
"Fuck my ass!" she wildly urged Frank.
He was more than willing. His prick jerked out of Kim's pussy. Then he aimed a notch below and lurched.
He was right on target. Into his niece's asshole his cock-head plunged. Several inches of thick prick-shaft followed. No hesitation. Deeper, farther, Thrusting, surging. Until Frank was ass-fucking Kim to the hilt.
Kim still wasn't satisfied. She slowly lifted her legs. Every bit they were raised increased the downward angle of the cock in her ass.
"You're really in the mood for suffering tonight, aren't you, little girl?" Frank responded.
"You started it, you animal," Kim affectionately told her uncle. "Now I'm going to finish it up. Not going to be happy until your prick's drilling straight down in my ass. Fucking me all the way to my shit."
"You got it, sweetheart," Frank grunted.
He reached up, grabbing his niece's ankles. Then he bent her legs over her head so her body was crumpled into a ball.
Now Frank pumped up and down as though he were doing push-ups. His fucking prick was vertical. His cock quickly turned brown with the stain of his niece's crap.
"Still got you coming, baby?" Frnak asked.
"Over and over again." Kim swooned, her hoisted ass squirming in the air as her asscheeks were pierced by her uncle's fucking hard-on. "How 'bout you, stud? I could use some company in the coming department."
"You asked at just the right time," Frank answered. "My balls are in knots. This ass-fucking's not something a guy can do for long without spilling a bucket of jizz."
"Then give it to me!" Kim begged. "Nothing I want more than my ass full of your hot, thick cum!"
She reached into the crunch of loins for her uncle's balls. Holding onto them was like trying to grip a couple of glowing coals. Wincing from their heat, Kim squeezed, priming Frank's cum-supply in the last few seconds before his cock exploded in her ass.
"Get set!" Frank warned.
His balls jumped from Kim's hand, bulging at the root of his prick as he made a final fuck-thrust in his niece's asshole. Then the eruption occurred.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Kim howled as the torrent of liquid heat from her uncle's spurting cock scalded the depths of her ass.
"Too much for you, little girl?" Frank croaked, his prick like a miniature volcano.
"Never!" Kim gasped. "As long as you're fucking me, I can't ever get enough!"
"Then you're still coming?"
"Just as hard as you are, Uncle Frank! Maybe even more!"
"Impossible," Frank wheezed. "I'm gonna be hollow by the time I'm through coming in your ass."
"And I'm gonna be more than filled to the brim with your jizz," Kim whimpered, weak with
I orgasm. "My poor, fucked butt'll leak like it's bleeding cum. And I'll smear it all over me. When all you can do is watch me, Uncle Frank, I'll still be tripping."
"You're right, sweetheart," Frank sighed as his cock slowed to a dribble. "They don't make 'em any hornier than you."
"If they do, you've got my permission to find 'em and fuck ' em," Kim laughed.
"I won't even bother to go looking," Frank answered, sliding his drained prick out of his niece's sloppy asshole. "As far as I'm concerned, you don't have any competition."
Unplugged, Kims asshole immediately began to overflow. The cum that oozed forth was tinged brown with crap. It might have been disgusting, except that this was Kim. And everything connected with her naked, teenage body was gorgeous perfection as far as her uncle was concerned. Even her shit.
Frank looked on with continuing arousal as his niece clapped her hand between her raised asscheeks, then smeared jism all over her crack and thighs. His hard-on never leaving him, Frank absent-mindedly began jerking-off in reaction to Kim's lewd performance.
"Well, say--just look at you," Kim chirped when she noticed how excited she still had her uncle. "Here I've been, thinking you were all fucked-out and playing with myself to take up the slack, while you're still ready to go. Guess I underestimated you, Uncle, dear."
"Hell." Frank shrugged, his rigid cock in his sliding fist. "I'm surprising myself."
"What're you gonna do with that hard-on, anyway, tiger?" Kim teased, unbending herself to come up in a kneeling position.
"Depends," Frank chuckled, steadily beating his bright-red meat.
"On what?"
"On whatever you say, little girl. You're in charge. Every time I think I'm teaching you something new, you wind up taking me to school. So why should I even try to pretend I've got anything to show you that you couldn't show me better?"
"My uncle's a wise man," Kim chuckled, thinking ahead as she buttered up Frank. Thinking ahead to the inevitable. For as much as Kim enjoyed fucking her uncle, pure fucking wasn't the main reason she was here tonight. There was a matter of blackmail.
So now Kim reminded herself of the pictures that Carlson had taken of her and her cousin Burt fucking. Thought of the investigation that her policeman uncle was conducting. How she had to stop it.
She had to make her move. Had put it off long enough. It was time to strike.
"Don't waste your cum jacking-off," Kim told her uncle. "I can use it."
"Where do you want it this time?" Frank eagerly replied.
"In my mouth," Kim said, making a tactical decision.
"Sure, baby, sure," Frank agreed. "Nobody sucks a prick the way you do. I'll give you a bellyful of jizz."
He moved toward his niece. But she stopped him.
"No," Kim said, "you take it easy. Let me do the work. I'm in charge, remember?"
She flattened her hands against her uncle's hairy chest, gently pushing him back. Frank was only too eager to cooperate. He fell onto his back. Kim knelt between his legs, leaning over his crotch and replacing his hand on his cock with her own.
Now Kim guided the head of her uncle's prick to her mouth closing her lips over his pulsing cock-knob. She started giving the best blow-job she knew how, expertly tonguing and licking prick.
"Baby, you're the best," Frank moaned, his hips twitching as his niece sucked his stiff prick.
"Yes, I know what I'm doing," Kim murmured, talking more to herself than to her uncle.
She fingered Frank's balls while she mouthed his hard-on. Her uncle loved the treatment he was getting, sighing about how good it felt.
Kim could have turned the blow-job into a mouth-fuck at any point, but she restrained herself, kept reminding herself to go slow, to gradually bring her uncle to a fever pitch. She wanted to strip his defenses away the way she would peel an onion--layer by layer. Leave him with no inner resources to call on when she finally made her move.
So her lips nibbled at Frank's prick rather than swooping down. And her fingers played with his balls first, then tickled his asshole.
"Mmmm, little girl, you're driving me crazy," Frank groaned after several minutes of this.
"Got any complaints?" Kim asked.
"Hell, no," Frank replied. "It's a long sweet ride, and every stop on the way's better than the last. I'm just goin' with the flow. Take as long as you want, sweetheart."
Kim kept expertly sucking his cock. Adding a little something to the mix, she slipped a finger into Frank's asshole, penetrating his ass the way a table knife slides through warm butter.
"Ahhh, I feel like I'm sinking," Frank groaned. "Just letting myself go and letting whatever's gonna happen go ahead and happen. Everything's limp except my cock."
"That's the idea, Uncle Frank," Kim soothed. "Just relax . . . don't move a muscle except between your legs . . . think with your cock and balls. Your pleasure's all that matters."
Kim hummed to her uncle as she mouthed his prick and fingered his asshole. The spell she was weaving was like a drug. She had her uncle floating on a cloud . . .
Too bad, Kim thought, he has to crash. Right about now.
"Uncle Frank," Kim said, her voice still as soft as velvet, but her will forged into steel.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Something I've got to ask you."
"Go ahead. Anything you wanna know."
Kim took a deep breath before continuing. This was it.
"You ever heard of a guy named Carlson?"" she said quietly, betraying none of her anxiety. "A history teacher at Jefferson High? Likes cameras?"
"Sure," Frank answered without thinking.
Then he did think. And his body tensed. There was a sudden rattle in his throat, "Wha-what about Carlson?" he stammered.
Kim knew there was no point in pulling punches at this point.
"Carlson took some pictures of me. Very dirty pictures," she evenly said. "I've got to have them."
Muttering, Frank asked what that had to do with him. For a cop he was a poor liar.
"Somebody blew the whistle on Carlson," Kim went on. "I already know you're in charge of the investigation. You were talking about the case yesterday. I want those pictures, Uncle Frank. I expect you to give them to me."
"Or what?" Frank answered.
"Blackmail." Kim said it--that ugly word.
Frank reacted like he'd been scalded. But he couldn't get free of Kim. For when he tried to wrest himself away from his niece, she closed her mouth over his prick. Bit into it.
"I'll hurt you bad, Uncle Frank, if you don't play ball," Kim hissed through her cock-clenching teeth. "Now and later."
"Can't help you," Frank winced.
"Can't or won't?" Kim hissed some more, tightening her gnawing hold on her uncle's captive cock.
"Can't," Frank gasped. "You should've talked to me before. The Carlson case is out of my hands now."
"Tell the truth," Kim demanded, sinking her teeth into the shaft of her uncle's cock to demonstrate she meant business.
"I am," Frank choked. "Yesterday I could've helped you. Now it's too late."
"Why?"
"Chief of detectives stepped in. Made me turn the pictures over to the school. He figured it was their problem," Frank revealed, communicating in grunts. "Up to them to deal with Carlson . . . fire him . . . press charges . . . whatever they decide. It's not my case anymore. You've got the wrong guy."
"Who is the right guy, Uncle Frank?" Kim said. "And you'd better be leveling with me."
"Who else? The head man at the school. Carlson's boss," Frank croaked. Then his voice flexed with sudden strength. "I don't have to spell it out for you, Kim. We both know who the principal of Jefferson High is."
"Daddy," Kim gulped.
"Those pictures'll be in your dad's desk bright and early tomorrow morning," Frank said. "If you're really in them--well, good luck. Right now, I'm getting the hell out of here now that I know the score. You're a terrific piece of ass, little girl, but that doesn't stop you from being poison."
Frank started to pull away. However, he was stopped. Not by physical means, but by laughter. Hysterical, insane laughter that turned Kim's face into a rubbery mask.
"Christ, she's flipped out," Frank muttered to himself. "Now what'll I do?"
"Stay," Kim told him, calming down as abruptly as she had flown off the handle.
"You all right? You were--"
"I was just having a good laugh on myself," Kim cut her nervous uncle off. "All the planning I did to blackmail you, and now this. I should've known better."
"Known what?" Frank cautiously asked, still unsure of his niece's state of mind.
"That I'd have fucked you anyway--with or without the blackmail," Kim said. "The fact of the matter is that I wanted to get it on with you all along. Must have. Otherwise, I wouldn't have waited so long to bring up the pictures. Could've brought them up any time yesterday, when it still counted. But I kept waiting. Getting all the fucking and sucking out of you I could."
"I hear you talking." Frank got interested. So did his cock. His hard-on had returned.
Kim took her uncle's stiff prick. His cock was quickly back in her mouth. No teeth this time. No taking it slow either. Frank's big prick was deep-throated. This time there was no blow-job, only a mouth-fuck from the very beginning.
Kim sprawled flat on her back and pulled her uncle down on top of her. Frank's hairy crotch smothered her while his prick used her mouth like cunt.
The cock-strokes were rapid and deep. Frank's balls bounced against his niece's chin. At the other end of her body, Kim thumbed her clit, getting her orgasmic machinery in gear so she could climax along with her uncle when his cock finally erupted in her mouth.
As she was mouth-fucked by Frank's fucking hard-on, Kim temporarily fogot about the incriminating pictures. All she cared about at the moment was the cock fucking her mouth. She was hungry for her uncle's jism.
Frank grabbed her by the hair. Snapping her neck, he mashed her face against his flexing groin. His hilted prick strained in her throat, an instant away from exploding with cum.
"Drink it, baby, swallow every drop of my jtez!" Frank rasped, his cock abruptly spurting.
Turning on the suction, Kim slurped her uncle's thick fuck-cream straight down to her belly. At the same time, her thumb having done its job on her clit, she came right along with Frank.
Frank had never shot as much cum as he was now. But Kim still couldn't get enough. She gulped his cock-juice faster than it spurted.
When at last his cock was drained, Frank pulled his prick from his niece's mouth. Kim playfully complained that she'd just been getting started, giggled that the cum always ran out before she really had the chance to satisfy her thirst.
"Don't worry, little girl," Frank told her. "You'll always get your share."
"Really think so, Uncle Frank?" Kim purred, left-over jism trickling from the corners of her grinning mouth.
"Nobody could resist you when you get a mind to turn it on," Frank said in all seriousness. "As if
I had to tell you. You know exactly what you're all about."
"Yeah . . . guess I do," Kim sighed, her finger dabbing her sticky lips.
Her eyes sparkled. She was thinking ahead. Some people, she thought, use their brains to get what they want. Others use muscle. Or power. Influence or money. Everybody had something that gave them an edge. And her edge, Kim now recognized with total clarity, was her cunt.
"Thanks," she told her uncle. "For the sucking, the fucking, and the rest of it."
"You still don't have the pictures that guy Carlson took of you," Frank pointed out. "Wish I could help you get them."
"You already have," Kim assured her uncle. "What happened here tonight set me straight. I'll be all right."
"Be careful," Frank advised. "I can take care of myself."
Chapter Seven
Kim wanted her father to see the pictures. Wanted him to react to the glossy details of her cunt and ass stuffed with cock, dripping with cum, the works. Wanted her father's emotions in a turmoil . . .
To see his face when she walked into his office ...
"Hi, Daddy," she said, closing the door behind her. "Got some time to spare for your little girl?"
The pictures were scattered all over his desk. Chad Baker tried to conceal them, but he was nervous, clumsy. His hands wouldn't do what he wanted them to do. His eyes darted back and forth between his daughter standing in the flesh and her photographic images before him.
"Busy, Daddy?" Kim asked.
Her father awkwardly nodded as though he had something stuck in his throat.
"Hmmm, let's see," Kim drawled.
She scooped up one of the pictures before her father could stop her. A grin split her face as she studied it.
"That's me," she cheerfully noted. "Did you recognize me, Daddy?"
She slid the photo back in front of her father. It was one of her sucking cock. A full profile of her face, leaving no doubt that it was her.
"Y-yes," Chad Baker stammered. "C-couldn't help but see it was you."
"Look," Kim chirped, snatching another pictures. "Here's one of my cunt. I must have just finished getting fucked. I'm dripping with cum."
Chad Baker turned away like he was going to be sick when his daughter held up the photo of her jizz-soaked pussy.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Kim pretended to pout. "Don't you like my pussy?"
Speechless, Chad Baker buried his face in his hands, having a nightmare while he was wide awake.
"Maybe the picture doesn't do my pussy justice," Kim smirked. "Like they say, there's nothing like the real thing."
She was wearing a wrap-around denim skirt. Then she wasn't. The garment seemed to swirl away from her hips. And she had never had any panties on in the first place.
"Look at my cunt, Daddy," she told her father.
Chad Baker wouldn't. Couldn't.
So Kim would have to make him.
She walked around to where her father sat, removing her blouse on the way so she was completely nude when she arrived One of her long legs swung out in front of her, coming to rest on the desktop. Arching her back, she flexed her golden crotch, stretching her pussy lips.
Chad Baker was still turned away. But the perfumed aroma of his daughter's nearby cunt had his nostrils flaring.
Kim said nothing. She just kept standing there in her lewd pose, waiting for her wide-open cunt to be seen.
Finally, Chad Baker's head started to twist around. Ever so slowly, as if his neck were a rusty joint. There was fear in his eyes.
And then he was looking at Kim's cunt. She fingered her pussy lips apart for him so he could stare straight in at her pulsating tunnel of pink, glistening pussy meat.
"I like to be eaten," Kim spoke.
She tipped her cunt toward her father's twitching mouth. Chad Baker winced, fighting his instincts. But his teeth wouldn't stay gritted. His tongue fought its way into the open, defeating his self-restraint.
Kim closed her eyes and felt her pussy being licked. Her father's tongue was rough and raspy. It scraped her clit. That was enough for what Kim had in mind.
"Ooooh, Fm coming already," she sighed, wiggling her hips so that her moist pussy squished against her father's hungry mouth. "Is my pussy juice sweet enough for you, Daddy?"
Chad Baker just moaned and swallowed. Kim could feel the honey being sucked right out of her cunt. It was all she could do to come hard enough to keep up with her father's thirst.
When Kim's orgasm was over, her cunt felt drained. When she pulled her crotch away from her father's face, his mouth was sticky and drooling. A yellow pussy hair curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Mmmm, just look at you, Daddy," Kim hummed with satisfaction.
Then her eyes dropped below her silent father's belt buckle.
"Oh, yes." She swooned with excitement. "Just look at you, indeed!"
The crotch of Chad Baker's trousers was tented. There was something big and stirring between his legs.
"If you don't have a hard-on, Daddy," Kim seductively teased, "then you must be hiding a crowbar in your pants. Let's find out which."
Her father did nothing to encourage her. But he did nothing to stop her as Kim dangled a hand at his lap and unzipped his fly with a flick of her wrist.
The cotton bulge of Chad Baker's tightly packed shorts pushed through his open trousers. The outline of his trapped cock and balls was visible under the taut fabric. They were pulsing like his heart was beating between his legs.
Kim slid her leg off the desk and dropped to her knees, positioning her face just above her father's swollen crotch. Then her fingers went to work, stripping the pants away and tugging at the shorts. A twanging surge and Chad Baker's cock was out in the open, looming just under his daughter's nose, the crimson prick-head a throbbing knot. The cock-shaft, thick and muscular, ridged with blue veins.
His was the biggest cock Kim had ever seen. "You sucked me off," she told her father. "Now it's my turn to return the favor."
Her lips closed over his massive cock-head. They clutched with moist suction, gradually working their way down the prick-shaft. Then Kim's fingers got busy, caressing her father's heavy balls.
Chad Baker just sat there while his daughter swallowed inch after inch of his hard-on. His face was a blank. Only his deep-set eyes showed anything .They were on fire with a blue flame.
Then Chad had to react. The outside world signaled when the intercom on his desk buzzed and wouldn't quit.
"Yes, Miss Campbell?" he said to his secretary.
"I was wondering, sir, if you were finished with your daughter," the secretary said. "You have an appointment, you know, with Mr. Carlson of the history department at ten o'clock. He's waiting."
While she sucked his cock, Kim looked up at her father. Kim didn't know what he was going to do.
"Send Carlson back to his class," Chad Baker told his secretary.
"Would you like me to schedule him for another appointment, sir?" Mis Campbell efficiently inquired.
At this point, Kim reached the goal she had been striving for all along. She had finally deep-troated every inch of her father's huge prick.
"No, Miss Campbell," Chad Baker evenly said into the intercom. "Another appointment with Carlson is unnecessary. The matter has been settled."
"Thank you, sir."
The intercom clicked off. Chad Baker sat there in silence, his daughter's mouth stroking the root of his hilted cock. At last he spoke to Kim.
"I didn't do it for you," he told his daughter. "I did it for me."
Now, all at once, Chad's body uncoiled with a rush of energy. He grabbed double fistfuls of his daughter's long, blonde hair, jerking her head up so he could stare into her eyes.
No longer frozen, Chad's face split into the confident grin of a man who had just come to grips with himself and put his worries behind him. It was almost as if he were looking into a mirror to congratulate himself on his self-discovery.
But it was definitely Kim he was talking to. "I want you," he informed her. "Right or wrong, that's the way it is. We're taking the biggest step we'll ever take in our lives. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes!" Kim gushed, almost overcome by the impact of her father's incestuous commitment to her. "You'll never be sorry. I'll make it so good for you--"
"Shhh," her father interrupted. "The walls have ears. Or, I should say, Miss Campbell does--very large ones. We'll talk this out later. Right now, just do what you're best at, darling."
Chad smoothed Kim's hair, gently guiding her mouth back to his rigid prick. She snapped his cock up and gobbled inch after inch so she could resume deep-throating her father's magnificent hard-on.
"I won't ask where you learned your technique," Chad whispered to his cock-sucking daughter.
Then he laughed softly at himself.
"Until I saw Carlson's pictures, I thought I had raised a virgin," he chuckled, shaking his head.
When she heard this, Kim wished indeed that she were still a virgin so that when her father got around to fucking her, his big cock would pop her cherry. For the first time, Kim had some regret about all the aimless fucking around she had done.
However, she had no time to linger on her thoughts because her father's cock was straining in her throat. When she checked his balls, they were clinging to the root of his dick, burning to the touch.
"Going to come now, darling," Chad said, confirming his daughter's impression of his condition. "Ready?"
Choking on prick, Kim nodded. That was all she had time to do before her father's jizz began to flow in a scalding torrent.
"Can you swallow it all, sweetheart?" Chad asked. "I know it's a lot. You've gotten me very excited."
Kim replied by gulping down the cum as quickly as it spurted from her father's hard-on. She would have no trouble drinking every drop of jism. Her problem would be in getting all she wanted.
He shot his final wad. But once it had been consumed, Kim still kept sucking. To prompt whatever additional cum she could coax from her father's cock, she squeezed his balls.
"My greedy little girl," Chad teased his persistent daughter. "Go right ahead, darling. Wring out every last drop. You remind me of your sixth birthday party when you weren't satisfied until you'd eaten the last crumb of cake, even though you were ready to pop."
Her dad's affectionate nostalgia wanned Kim's heart almost as much as his cum did her belly. He brought something different to sex, as far as Kim was concerned, giving her something more than just his cock. Kind of substance that a girl could only get from a warm, loving father.
And it could only improve. Like when he finally fucked her.
Kim released her father's drained prick from her mouth. His hard-on remained. Prouder than ever, still stabbing the air--the tireless cock of a much younger man. Certainly up to the task of satisfying the teenage cunt his prick was now expected to fuck.
Getting to her feet, Kim glanced around the office for the best place to get fucked. She needed to look no farther than right beside herself. The desk. Flat and roomy.
She climbed up, falling back on her elbows with her thighs lifted, her knees pointing in her father's direction. Then, curling her toes over the edge of the desk, she spread her legs with seductive slowness. When they were apart, her hands were framing her crotch, fingering her pussy lips open.
"Fuck me, Daddy." She minced no words. "Give me your big cock in my cunt. I may not be a virgin, but when you fuck me I swear my pussy will be so tight it'll seem just like I was cherry."
"You exquisite creature," Chad Baker panted at the sight of his daughter's inviting pussy. "A man could live forever and never be lucky enough to get a chance at something like this."
Chad stood at the edge of the desk. The way Kim was positioned he could slip his cock directly into her pussy while remaining upright. A buck of his crotch and his prick was inside her. Deeper, deeper, until her ass squirmed and his cock was fucking.
There was no turning back now for Chad Baker. His was fucking his own daughter.
"Does it make it any more special for you, Daddy," Kim moaned, "that you're my father?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Chad readily admitted.
"Have you wanted to fuck me before now, Daddy?"
"Since you were twelve," Chad confessed, as his prick drove to the clutching depths of Kim's pussy. "When you got your first bra. I saw you trying it on in front of the mirror. You didn't know I was watching. Since that day it was always in my mind how much I wanted you."
"I don't wear a bra anymore, Daddy," Kim giggled. "Hope that doesn't make you any less interested in my tits."
"They're just perfect, exactly like the rest of you, sweetheart," Chad panted, taking his daughter's tits in his hands and pressing them to his face while his cock fucked in her cunt.
"Ooooh, give me some tongue on my nipples, Daddy," Kim urged. "Make them stick straight out.
Chad started licking. His daughter's nipples stiffened against his tongue as he lapped back and forth between them.
"Now suck, Daddy, suck," Kim prompted.
Chad took almost half a tit in his mouth, drawing her nipple almost to his throat. When he released Kim's tit, the rosy tip was as erect as a miniature hard-on. Quickly Chad repeated the process on her other tit.
In the meantime, Kim reached to the fusion of loins and did some exploring with her busy fingers, rubbing her father's fat balls to make them churn even more than they had already been doing. And doing some asshole tickling.
By the time Chad had finished sucking his daughter's tits, Kim had a finger all the way up his ass. She slowly rotated it, using the nail just enough to bring pleasure instead of pain. "Nobody's ever done that to me before." "That's 'cause you never got in on with me before, Daddy," Kim saucily answered. "You may be the principal of Jefferson High, but I'm the teacher now."
"I hope it's an advanced class," Chad joked, "I only take the most gifted students," Kim kidded back.
Then she locked her legs around her father's waist and squeezed her cunt around his hilted cock from its tip to its root, making his balls jump in their sac. And the finger in Chad's asshole was joined by another, both of them hooking into a claw to dig down where the pressure was most appreciated.
"I've got to come, baby," Chad groaned.
"Oh, yes, Daddy! Do it! Do it!" Kim bubbled. "I'll come right along with you. My cunt'U overflow. Your jizz and my pussy juice running down my legs. What a trip."
Kim yanked her fingers from her father's asshole like she was pulling a string tied to the trigger of his cock. Chad's body stiffened from head to toe, his prick the stiffest part of all.
"Take it, Kim, take it!" he grunted.
His prick shot jizz. And as his hot cum swamped her cunt, Kim orgasmically caught up with her father. From the first spasm, she knew that this was the best climax she had ever had.
"God, Daddy, it's even better than I expected," she gushed. "Nobody's ever fucked me this good."
"Nothing but the best for my little girl," Chad answered as his prick pitched off its final blast of liquid heat in Kim's cunt.
"Mmmm, I think you must have come at least a pint in me," Kim told her father when his cock was spent. "More jizz in my pussy can hold, anyway. I'm already leaking all over the place."
Chad withdrew his cock and stepped back to gaze between his daughter's spread legs. The details of her cunt were blotched with oozing cum. The cum streamed down her inner thighs, trickled into the crack of her ass, and splashed onto the desktop.
It was then that Chad realized Kim was lying on top of Carlson's pictures. One of them was right beneath her dripping crotch. A shot of Kim's cunt after a fuck that now glistened with fresh jizz along with the photographic variety.
"How fitting," Chad chuckled.
He snatched up the splashed picture and showed it to Kim, saying something to her about being up to her old tricks.
"As long as we're running through my greatest hits," Kim answered with a sly grin, "let's take a look at something really special."
She leaned on her side, sifting through the scattered photographs. When she found the one she was looking for, she held it up like a child proudly displaying a perfect spelling test.
It was a picture of her ass. The plump asscheeks were spread. They had to be to make room for the thick cock fucking into her asshole.
"Give you any ideas, Daddy?" Kim purred. "Y-you want me to do that to you, baby?" Chad gulped, his anxious tone making it clear that he had never ass-fucked anyone.
"If I was only supposed to be fucked in the pussy, I wouldn't have been born with two holes between my legs" Kim crooned with seductive logic. "Now would I, Daddy?" "I don't know," Chad murmured. "Of course you don't, Daddy," Kim soothed. "Can't know how tight and warm my ass is until your big prick is inside it. But you want to find out what you've been missing, don't you?"
"God, yes," Chad admitted, his hard-on stirring with desire.
"Then let's get you educated," Kim said.
She was quickly up on all fours on the desktop, waving her ass in her father's direction, her asscheeks spread. There was her tight fuck-hole, puckering with a rosy blush.
"How do you like it, Daddy?" Kim called over her shoulder. "Look good enough to fuck?"
"I'm so big," Chad replied. "Afraid I'll hurt you."
"You'd better, stud," Kim told her nervous father without hesitation. "That's what ass-fucking's all about. The biggest cock in the smallest possible space. Drives a girl wild. C'mon, Daddy, stick me. Make me suffer."
"Just don't scream," Chad warned, lining up at the split of his daughter's succulent ass. "Miss Campbell is right outside the door."
Kim laughed at the thought of her father's uptight secretary busting into the office and finding them ass-fucking. The old girl would probably have a heart attack.
Kim promised her dad there would be no problem. She would be cool. Miss Campbell wouldn't hear a peep.
Now there was nothing left for Chad Baker to do except fuck his daughter's awaiting ass. He straightened out his rigid prick, guiding his cock to the point of entry. Then his prick was inside, and he was panting from the tightness.
"Okay, baby?" Chad asked.
"For a start, Daddy," Kim impatiently answered. "But you've got a long way to go. Deeper, deeper. I want your whole cock in my ass."
Chad pushed some more. Kim's asshole was stubborn, but his huge prick was the next best thing to a battering ram. His cock got in there, inch by inch, until his prick was halfway buried. _ "Mmm, that's better, Daddy," Kim groaned. "It's starting to hurt me real good. Now go for broke. Fuck my ass so deep that I can feel your balls burning against my cunt."
Chad gripped the globes of his daughter's ass for leverage, cocked his hips, then let go, fucking his hard-on forward like an arrow being fired from a crossbow.
The cock-thrust was a direct hit. At the end of the surge, Chad's balls bounced against his daugther's pussy.
Kim was caught between agony and ecsasy. She had to clap her arm over her mouth and bite into the crook of her elbow to stifle a scream of joy.
Now Chad's cock was fucking in and out, back and forth, the fuck-strokes lengthening as the narrowness of Kim's asshole loosened.
Chad's hands got busy, too. He reached down, pawing his daughter's dangling tits. Her nipples got caught between his thumbs and forefingers and were solidly squeezed. They pinched and twisted, "Sock it to me, Daddy," Kim urged, then bit into her arm again to muffle another howl of pleasure.
"That's the girl, keep it in," Chad responded to his daughter's smothered scream. "You keep it in, too, Daddy." "Don't worry about that, sweetheart," Chad answered. "I'm on board for the whole trip. Can't stop now until I come."
"When's that gonna be, Daddy?" Kim bubbled with anticipation. "My ass is even thirstier for your jizz than my mouth and pussy were."
"Won't be long," Chad promised, steadily fucking his prick.
"Hurry," Kim groaned, holding back her own climax until her father had had his.
"Just get a grip on something, baby," Chad advised. "I'm making the big push now."
Kim's fingers curled over the edge of the desk, tightening until her knuckles were white. It was a good thing, because, when her father poured it on, she might have gone sailing across the room from his final cock-thrusts.
And then the jizz flowed. As cum gushed into her bowels, Kim instantly experienced a female orgasm to match her father's male release. The combined climaxes of father and daughter had the heavy oak desk vibrating like a paper glider in the wind.
When the peak of excitement had passed, even Kim had had enough. Her father had done something her cousin, brother and uncle hadn't accomplished. He had completely satisfied her.
She thanked her dad. He thanked her. Never again would they be able to relate to one another as simply parent and child. There was a bond between father and daughter now that usually only lovers enjoy.
Several minutes later, when she was dressed and leaving her father's office; Kim was still on dream street. Her surroundings seemed a hazy blur to her.
"Hello there," someone said to her.
She looked over toward the familiar voice, squinting to make out the person's face.
It was Carlson. But Kim was too giddy to be threatened by him. She just smiled at the seated history teacher and tripped out the door without a thought as to why he was still waiting to see her father when his appointment had been canceled.
Chapter Eight
"We're in big trouble," Chad Baker told his daughter.
"Somebody knows about us fucking?" Kim gulped.
"Just about as bad," her father said.
"What is it?"
"Carlson," Chad answered. "He's turned the tables. Those damn pictures he took of you have come back to haunt us."
Chad went on to tell how the history teacher had insisted on seeing him. The pictures of Kim had come up right away. Carlson started talking about them himself. Said he'd figured out whose hands they'd fallen into when he was called in for a conference and had braced himself for the worst. Then, when the appointment was abruptly canceled, he'd asked Miss Campbell a few questions and the secretary had told him that Kim was inside with her father.
"When Carlson saw you leaving my office in such a good mood, he was sure you'd gotten me to cover up the whole scandal," Chad explained to Kim. "That changed his whole point of view. If I was holding back on the pictures because you're my daughter, then that left him with something on both of us. To sum it up, he's decided to cash in."
"What's he want?" Kim asked with a shudder.
"Money, for starters. Ten-thousand. And the chairmanship of the history department," Chad sighed. "He's thinking about the rest."
"We've got to stop him," Kim said sharply. "He'll never be satisfied."
"I know," Chad answered grimly, his hands squeezing the air in front of him as though he were choking an invisible neck. "I'd like to kill the bastard."
"No, Daddy," Kim cautioned. "We've got to use our heads. Carlson can be taken care of without hurting him--physically, that is. There are other ways, you know, to ruin a man."
"How?" Chad muttered. "I've been racking my brain. Can't come up with anything."
"Leave it to me, Daddy," Kim said. "I got us into this, I'll get us out. But you've got to trust me."
Chad Banker nodded.
Kim didn't fill her father in on her plans, but she already had a definite strategy for taking care of Carlson. Violence was unnecessary, she reasoned, when she had a much neater method to draw on. The law. When the chips were down, nothing could be more convenient than having an uncle who was a cop.
After assuring her father she was on top of the situation, Kim borrowed the car and headed for Frank's place. She would lay it all out for her uncle. Carlson was getting ambitious, blackmailing her father as well as herself. Frank had to use his badge to do something.
A frame-up was the answer, Kim would suggest, something that technically had nothing to do with the pictures but would put enough heat on Carlson to force him to leave town or wind up in jail.
Kim was confident her uncle could do it. He wasn't a cop for nothing. Besides, Frank wouldn't be able to resist the fringe benefits.
"I'll have to fuck him, of course," Kim told herself. "Daddy wouldn't like it, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Then Kim squirmed behind the wheel, feeling her pussy squish as she looked forward to her uncle's big cock. She was warming up to the task she had chosen -for herself.
Five minutes later she was knocking on her uncle's door. But it wasn't Frank who answered. Or Aunt Peggy. Kim found herself face to face with someone whose presence she had foolishly neglected to anticipate--her cousin Bart.
Unaware of all that had happened since the last time he had talked to her, Burt automatically assumed Kim had come to see him. Her timing was perfect, he said, because his parents were gone and he and Kim had the house to themselves to talk freely.
It would have been too awkward for Kim not to go along. Inside, Burt started firing questions. Some of Kim's answers were factual, but most were false. All of them were as vague as possible. They just seemed to increase Burt's appetite for more information. Kim recognized she had to come up with something definite.
"Okay, Burt, you might as well know the whole truth," she lied. "The police were never after Carlson in the first place. That case you overheard your parents talking about was something else. After I pumped your dad and figured it out, I went straight to Carlson himself. I got the pictures and negatives from him and burned them. "How'd you get him to hand them over?" "I fucked him," Kim said as convincingly as she could.
"That freak? I thought all he liked to do was look."
"You'd be surprised." Kim grinned, unable to resist pouring it on. "A camera isn't all he knows how to use. The only abnormal thing about him in bed is the size of his cock. It's a monster."
Burt sat there, shaking his head in wonder.
Kim got tired of looking at him. She wanted to leave so she could track down her uncle.
"So that's it," she impatiently told Burt. "The business with Carlson and the pictures is settled. Just forget the whole thing, all right? Now I've got to go."
Kim stood up to leave. Burt also stood. He grabbed her arm, a sudden fire in his eyes.
"You're not going anywhere yet," he told Kim. "We've got to celebrate ... my way!"
Kim knew at once what he meant. He expected to fuck her.
"I can't stay, Burt," she begged off, trying to break away. "In a hurry--"
"I said we're gonna celebrate, and that's it!" Burt yelled, tightening his grip on her arm. "You got me into this mess in the first place, so now we're gonna finish it up the same way we started out. Fucking and sucking. The only difference is that old man Carlson won't be around snapping pictures of us."
He paused to laugh. An ugly laugh.
"Like I told you before, we're all alone here," he leered. "There's nobody around to stop me from getting what's due me, with or without your cooperation." He ripped Kim's blouse open. Her braless tits fell out, heaving.
"Please, Burt," Kim begged. "I just don't feel that way about you anymore."
"You fucked Carlson, so you can damn well fuck me!" Burt snapped.
Taking a fistful of cloth, he tore his cousin's skirt from her hips. All of a sudden, Kim was standing there shivering in nothing but her panties.
"If you d-do this," Kim stammered, "it'll be rape."
"Then rape it is," Burt sneered. "I've always wondered what it was like."
He slapped Kim, leaving the red mark of his open hand on the side of her face. Then he wrestled her toward the nearest bedroom.
Kim started to struggle. She kicked and scratched. But it just seemed to make Burt hornier. Finally she bit him. When Burt reacted with another blow to her face it wasn't just another slap. He knocked her cold with his closed fist, the shot so true it didn't even leave a bruise.
When she woke up, Kim was flat on her back.
She tried to move and couldn't. Looking down her naked body, she focused her bleary eyes enough to see that her feet were tied to the end of the bed on which she was spread-eagled. The cutting at her wrists told her that her hands were bound as well.
Then she saw Burt. He sat nude in a chair, watching her. Grinning. Fingering his rigid cock.
"I was just waiting for you to come out of it before I got down to the nitty gritty," he told Kim. "Didn't want you to miss out on anything. After all, a girl doesn't get herself raped every day."
"Pig!" Kim spat.
"Is that the worst you can call me?" Burt taunted.
"Bastard! Cocksucker!" Kim wildly cursed. "Son of a bitch motherfucker!"
"You left one out," Burt chuckled. "Try stud."
He stood up now, showing off his hard-on. His prick jutted from his crotch like a pole, so long and thick that his cock seemed to defy gravity in supporting its own weight. Kim knew Burt was hung, but even that day at Carlson's his cock hadn't appeared as big and hard as his prick did now. And certainly not this menacing.
Burt walked toward the bed, his prick swinging like a boom. His stride was loose, full of macho confidence. Kim had never felt so helpless. There was no way she could avoid being raped. She just hoped her cousin didn't injure her too badly.
Now Burt was up on the mattress. He knelt between Kim's forcibly spread legs.
He slid his hands down her open thighs until his fingertips reached her crotch. Then he snagged her pussy lips, stretching them so her cunt was open.
"Gotta be hung like a bull to do a cunt this deep justice." He leered. "Luckily, it just so happens, I'm the stud for the job."
Still holding Kim's pussy lips apart, Burt dipped his crotch, angling his cock-head into the target of her cunt. Then he let go of her pussy lips so they eased close, clutching the barrel of his prick when he penetrated.
Kim closed her eyes and tried to think about anything but fucking. It was impossible, though, as she felt inch after inch of hot, hard cock enter her cunt. She was going to have to take it, mentally as well as physically.
"Your pussy's kind of dry so far," Burt rasped in Kim's ear once his cock was hilted. "Why don't you make it nice 'n' wet for me."
"Go straight to hell," Kim hissed back. "You can tie me down and rape me. Split me in two with your damn prick. But my pussy's still mine, no matter what you do to it. No way I'll make it wet for you, asshole!"
"Strong words," Burt laughed. "Too bad you can't back them up. If I want your pussy wet, I'll get it one way or another."
"Good luck, chump!" Kim sizzled with contempt.
"Just watch me make a liar out of you," Burt said. "When I fucked you at Carlson's, it was enough to get to know your cunt inside and out. I'm like a jeweler with a Swiss watch--I know what makes your pussy tick."
He slipped his hand into the crush of loins. At the summit of Kim's cock-filled cunt, his fingers separated the folds and located her clit immediately.
"Go ahead," Kim dared. "Do anything you want. See what it gets you."
"I know exactly what it'll get me," Burt confidently answered, using his thumb and forefinger like tweezers on his cousin's clit. "About a pint of pussy juice. All at once."
He pinched and twisted the tender button of flesh.
Kim gritted her teeth, trying to battle the unwelcome buzz that stirred her loins. But her effort yielded total frustration.
In spite of herself, she felt an involuntary warmth in her pussy. Then the stickiness that quickly followed. A dampness she could not control. Pussy juice. Kim realized that, suddenly, her cunt was soaking.
"No! No!" she cried, trying to deny the moist condition of her pussy.
But the evidence was there. Now, as his prick fucked in her cunt, her cousin's cock squished with every stroke from the moisture.
"What were you saying about a dry pussy?" Bert jeered.
All Kim could do was sob. It was the first time her cunt had ever let her down. By this point, her own pussy disgusted her even more than her cousin's hard-on.
Burt sensed this and set about to make it even worse for Kim.
"Your pussy juice isn't enough," he told her. "Now I'm gonna make you come."
Kim almost welcomed his threat, because at least it left her something to fight. If she could resist climaxing, some of her pride could be saved.
She steeled her will as Hurt's prick fucked faster and faster in her cunt, pretended that she didn't feel her cousin's tongue on her nipples when he started sucking her tits, or his thumb gouging her clit.
"Come, bitch, come!" Burtdemanded. "Never! I'll never come for you!" Kim cried. "No matter how hard you fuck me!"
"You've never been fucked as hard as I can fuck you," Hurt growled. "But I'll make you this deal. If I don't make you come, I'll let you go. You can walk right out of here."
Burt cock-thrusts became even more powerful. One instant he would pull out until only the knob of his prick remained in his cousin's pussy, then, in the next, he would ram back down. Over and over he repeated this process.
Kim could almost taste her triumph as her cousin's cock strained in her cunt. The friction had gotten to Burt. He was going to climax. His jism would shoot harmlessly in her cunt, Kim assumed, and that would be that.
"Go ahead, Burt," Kim goaded her panting cousin. "Come in my pussy and get it over with." "Fucking cunt!" Burt rumbled. And then his prick erupted with a flood of jism. And that was when Kim, celebrating her victory in advance, abruptly choked on the unexpected taste of failure.
It was Burt's cum that did her in. Its hot rush in her pussy did things to her senses that she had promised herself would not occur. All of a sudden, her nerve-endings danced and sparked like live wires. Everything happened so fast, so entirely without warning.
"Damn cum!" Kim cursed. Her cousin's fuck-cream flowed as its orgasmic effects devastated her.
The funny thing was that, for the moment, Burt didn't even realize he had finally succeeded in getting his cousin off. After a long hard fuck, all he could focus on was his own climax. Kim still could have deceived him.
But she had been turned into a wild woman by the betrayal of her erotic reflexes. When she started to come, nothing could hold her back. Especially herself.
And not the cord that tied her down to the bed either. Her arms and legs ripped loose from their bondage. Rearing with sudden freedom, Kim overwhelmed her startled cousin.
She wound up on top of Burt, sitting on his prick so his cock was straight up in her cunt. Even though his prick had quit spurting, Kim kept her cousin's cock erect by squeezing his prick-shaft in her fuck-hole. Then she slid her slimy cunt up and down on his cock, causing Burt's own cum to splash all over his crotch and balls.
"Christ!" Burt gasped. "What the hell's going on?"
"You just created a monster," Kim called down to her sprawled cousin, bouncing her ass on his up-per thighs while she fucked his cock. "You raped me, so now I'm returning the favor. How do you like being on the other end?"
"My prick can't take it," Burt groaned. "It's sore all over. My balls ache."
"You've still got a hard-on, don't you?" Kim sneered.
"Yeah," Burt admitted. "I don't believe that myself."
"Then you probably won't believe that I can make you come again."
"Can't be done," Burt wheezed. "Wanna bet?"
Burt didn't answer. By this point, underestimating Kim was a foolish proposition. All he could do was let her fuck him.
And she did a frantic job of that. If Burt had been jacking-off, his hand could not have moved any more rapidly on his cock that Kim's pussy did. The friction mounted. It got to Burt, putting springs in his hips where fatigue had previously paralyzed him. His crotch began thrusting back when Kim fucked down on his prick with her cunt. "Looks like being raped agrees with you," Kim needled. "Too bad I didn't have time to slap you around and tie you down the way you did to me." "I was wrong," Burt admitted. "Don't know what made me act that way."
"I don't want to hear it!" Kim snapped. "When you fuck me, don't ever say you're sorry. I can take care of myself."
"Then you don't hold it against me? What I did to you?"
"What's done is done," Kim said. "All that matters now is your cock in my cunt. You can't come in me if you're busy apologizing."
"Still don't know if I can shoot another load," Burt answered. "I'm a lot closer than I was, but I can't promise anything."
"Maybe you need a tighter hole," Kim impatiently suggested.
She drew all the way up to her knees, causing her cousin's prick to pop free of her pussy. Then she gripped her asscheeks, tugging them apart.
"You know what to do," she called down to her cousin.
Burt nodded, holding his hard-on straight up. When Kim eased back down, the knob of her cousin's prick struck the pucker of her asshole.
Now Kim bore down. Inch after inch of her cousin's cock disappeared within her tightest fuck-hole. Finally his prick was hilted as Kim sat on Burt's groin.
"How's it feel?" Kim asked, squeezing the muscles of her ass around her cousin's prick.
"Super," Burt groaned with pleasure.
He twisted his cock. Kim reacted by swiveling her hips in the opposite direction. The tugging forces turned Burt's prick into a corkscrew:
"Ahhh, shit!" Burt gasped. "You got me going now. It's not just in my cock and balls--I can feel the pressure from head to toe. Like I'm ass-fucking you with my whole body, not just my prick."
"You're gonna come?"
"Explode's a better word," Burt panted. "My cock's a time-bomb in your ass, just waiting to go off."
"Yes, I think I can hear it ticking," Kim joked.
"Listen." "Take it, Kim, take it!" Burt cried as his cum erupted into his cousin's ass.
The sudden impact of jism in her bowels lifted Kim's ass into the air. She climaxed as Burt's cum mixed with her shit to create a gurgling pocket of molten lava that scorched her insides.
"Christ, I've never come so hard!" Burt puffed from below.
"Me either!" Kim squealed, not realizing how often she had assured her recent lovers that they had given her the best orgasm she'd ever had. She'd told that not only to Burt, but to her brother Pete, her Uncle Frank, her mother and aunt, her father--and completing the circle, to her cousin all over again.
"What a fuck," she sighed. "It's always so special in the ass."
"You'd say that no matter where you were fucked," Burt pointed out. "Wherever you're getting fucked is your favorite way. Ass, mouth or cunt."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kim asked.
"Want the truth?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"You're like a candle burning at both ends, Kim," Burt said. "You wake up horny. You go to sleep horny. And, in between, you're always looking to do something about it. Believe me, I'm not trying to put you down. That's just the way I see it."
"Maybe you're right at that," Kim answered. "I'd have to think about it some."
Then she caught sight of Burt's prick which had been removed from her ass during the conversation. His cock was wilted now, flopped between her cousin's legs and filthy with Kim's shit. Burt was reaching for a corner of the sheet to wipe himself off. Kim stopped him.
"Don't do that," she said, unable to control the feeling that she would be missing something if Burt used the sheet. "Let me clean you up."
She pounced on her cousin's crotch. His whole cock entered her mouth, and she kept his prick there, sucking and licking. Burt's cock started stirring. Kim increased her suction until her cousin had a fresh hard-on.
"Only you could give a guy another boner after he'd just fucked you in the pussy and the ass," Burt sighed. "Then make him fuck you in the mouth. You won't be satisfied until you've got a bellyfull of my jizz."
Her lips slid automatically up and down her cousin's rigid cock. She rubbed Burt's balls. Her taste buds were already tingling in anticipation of the sweet flavor only cum could provide.
Chapter Nine
When she had finally finished with Burt, Kim remembered that she had work to do. Blackmail was still in the air, regardless of the rosy picture she had painted for her unsuspecting cousin. She would never have any peace until it was taken care of.
"Got to tie this up," she told herself when she was back on the road, driving toward her policeman uncle's precinct station so she could tell Frank to put the heat on Carlson. "When this is over, I'll sit down and think about the rest of it. Decide what it all means."
About a mile from the precinct, Kim stopped for a red light. As the car idled, she sensed the familiarity of the area without exactly placing it. But, when she spotted the Crossroads Motel, she realized exactly where she was.
"That's where I fucked Uncle Frank the other night," she fondly recalled.
Then her breath came up short. The light turned green, and, although a horn started blasting impatiently behind her, Kim didn't move on. She was too busy looking at the car parked in the motel's parking lot.
"That's Uncle Frank's," she said, recognizing the brown Dodge.
When she accelerated, she made a U-turn, pulling into the Crossroads. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. Then, at the door of the room which matched up with the space where Frank's Dodge was parked, she made a snap decision.
Out of her purse she produced her Jefferson High student body card. She'd watched enough television to know how easy it was to jimmy a lock with just a simple piece of plastic, and now she put that knowledge into practice.
The lock gave. Kim carefully eased the door ajar. Silently, she slipped into the dark room, nudging the door shut behind her.
At first she thought she might have made a mistake. The place seemed empty. Then from the bedroom that was off an alcove to her right, Kim heard the voices of a man and woman. The woman's voice was blurred by a fuzzy moan. But the man's voice was immediately recognizable.
It was her uncle Frank whom Kim heard say, "Your cunt's so tight. I can feel every inch of my cock in it."
The woman groaned back something that Kim couldn't make out. But the message was obvious--she was coming.
"Yeah, that's it!" Frank panted in response. "Let go. Come as hard as you can! Wrap your legs around me and hang on for the ride as long as you can!"
It was steamy talk, and it turned Kim on right away. The fact that she didn't know who her uncle was fucking was a big part of her excitement, her curiosity being a strong erotic stimulant.
"My balls are boiling," Frank rasped. "Ready for my cum?"
"Yes!" the woman shrieked, her voice soaring to a pitch that was as distorted as her throaty moans had been at the other end of the scale. "God, yes, Frank! My pussy's so damn thirsty for your jizz! It's been too long since we fucked!"
"Who is she?" Kim wondered, her own cunt tingling with excitement.
"Here we go!" Frank blurted. "All the cum your cunt can handle! Maybe more!"
He grunted. As she eavesdropped, Kim could almost swear she heard the hiss of her uncle's spurting cum. And there was certainly no mistaking the female gasps of pleasure that reached her ears as Frank's jizz flooded the pussy of his grateful fucking partner.
"Mmmm, wish I was in that bed," Kim whispered, envying of the mystery woman who was taking a cuntful of Frank's cum.
Kim's frustration mounted by the second. She couldn't stand listening to another woman get off while she was not. So she stuffed her hand under the waistband of her skirt and dug into her own pussy.
She fingerfucked herself, probing to the last knuckle, feeling the stickiness of Burt's leftover cum in her cunt. It didn't take long. She came on the spot, wavering on unsteady legs from the climax she had needed as much as oxygen in her lungs.
After her self-induced orgasm, it took Kim a couple of minutes to get her bearings. When she was alert once more, she quickly discovered that the action in the bedroom had moved on to another level.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in the ass,"
Frank was saying. "At last I get my chance." "Mmm-hmmmmm" his bedmate murmured.
Kim tried to make out what was happening in the darkness. The best she could do was pick up the faint outline of someone kneeling on all fours. It was the woman, Kim guessed, in position to take Frank's big prick up her asshole from behind.
"Yeah, that's it," Frank said. "Now spread those nice, round buns and open your ass up for my cock. Give me. a target I can't miss."
There was a sputtering sound. Frank laughed, and Kim realized that the woman had just farted while she was prying her asscheeks apart.
"Say, that smells real sweet," Frank snickered. "Before I fuck you there, think I'll stick my nose up your ass and treat myself to a whiff."
Still squinting, Kim picked out the shadowy outline of her uncle's form as Frank leaned forward to sniff some ass.
"I ought to shit in your face," the woman said, her voice zig-zagging with raunchy laughter so Kim still couldn't recognize her.
"I'd eat right through it if you did!"
"Hey, you kinky bastard!" the woman squealed. "You gonna use your tongue or your cock in my ass?"
Frank said something, but Kim was not listening to her uncle. The mystery woman's last words echoed in her mind. Kim was convinced that she definitely knew Frank's lover from somewhere.
"If only she'd say something in a normal voice," Kim muttered with frustration under her breath. "Frank had quit tonguing and started fucking.
His prick fucked into her narrow ass tunnel.
"All the way!" Frank's lover pleaded, her voice more warped by excitement than ever. "Give me your whole cock in my ass!"
Frank grunted. Kim knew he was shoving. Then he sighed and Kim knew his big cock was buried.
"Hurts so good," the woman growled. "Now move it, stud. In and out. Make me come."
As she listened in, once again Kim felt an envious tide rise in her own loins. She resorted to her fingers again, stuffing them down the back of her skirt this time. Her asshole was drooling when she touched it, as messy with Burt's leftover cum as her cunt had been.
Kim pronged her ass. Shit gritted under her nail. Then she pumped the same way Frank was doing with his cock over on the bed to the ass he was fucking. "I'm gonna come!" the woman on the bed announced.
She was not alone. But Kim, on the brink of her own asshole orgasm, would have to get off in silence.
"Yes!" the woman screamed. "It's here! I'm flying, Frank, flying! Keep it going! Fuck my ass, harder ... oh, harder . . . hard as you can! Hammer that monster into me!"
At the same time, Kim bit her lips, stifling the orgasmic cry that struggled to burst free from her clamped mouth. It was an ordeal holding it in, but she wouldn't quit fingerfucking her ass, prolonging the erotic stress. Once she had started to come, she couldn't quit. It was instinct for her to crave more.
She crumpled to her knees under the weight of her climax. There was a thump when she landed.
She had just made her first mistake.
"What was that?" Frank asked sharply.
"You're imagining things," he was told by his fucking partner who was eager for his hot cum in her ass. "C'mon, give me your jizz. Then you can play detective."
Maybe if she'd been paying attention, Kim would have pulled herself together and fled the motel room. But, right now, all her alertness was focused on the orgasm she had given herself.
In the meantime, Frank temporarily suspended his suspicion and uncorked his balls. His cum spilled into the ass he was fucking, swamping it. He had even more jism to shoot this time than before though it was his second eruption within minutes.
"You stud," his lover praised. "You can fuck me in the ass anytime. God, what I've been missing all these years."
"Yeah," Frank said offhandedly now that his cock was drained.
"What's the matter?"
"I still swear I heard something funny just before I came in your ass," Frank said.
"Well, turn on the light then and look around if it'll make you feel any better."
"Think I will."
By this time Kim was listening and had just overheard enough of the conversation in the bedroom to know that she was in trouble. She had to get out.
She moved toward the door. But the darkness defeated her. Unfamiliar with her surroundings, unable to see, she bumped into a chair. Another costly thump.
"Hear it?" Frank blurted, jumping out of bed and groping for the light switch, Kim struggled toward the door. Her hand found the knob.
"Please," she begged fate, "just another few seconds. It's all I need."
She didn't get them.
The light clicked on, casting enough light from the bedroom to reach all the way to where Kim was. Her uncle stood silhouetted in the alcove.
"Hey, you!" he shouted. "Hold it right thre, you damn weirdo! You picked the wrong place to get your kicks. I'm a cop. Peeping's a felony in this state." Kim made one last attempt to get outside. But her uncle was upon her.
He grabbed her shoulders. Whirled her around, spraying her face with spit as he angrily cursed her just before he recognized her. Then, when he recognized her, he choked with astonishment.
"K-Kim," he stammered in a whisper of disbelief.
Kim said nothing, summoning all of her energy to keep from fainting in her uncle's arms.
"What is it, Frank?" the woman in the bedroom called. "Who's out there?"
Now Kim was really reeling. She had identified the voice of her uncle's lover.
"Get out of here, quick," Frank hissed to his niece under his breath. "Before she sees you."
But Kim was paralyzed.
And the woman was getting out of bed. Her feet hit the floor.
"No, Janet--go back." Frank cringed, shielding his niece as his lover approached.
"What the hell are you doing?" the woman snapped.
"Aw, hell," Frank wearily sighed, "what the use? The shit's already hit the fan. Might as well let it fly."
He moved away from his niece, leaving a direct line of sight between Kim and his advancing lover.
The trembling teenager and the naked older woman locked eyes, then looked one another up and down to confirm what they saw.
"Kim!" the woman blurted sharply.
"Mom!" Kim answered.
Janet Baker and her daughter then stood on either side of the room in silence, each trying to understand what the other was doing there.
"I'll take the heat," Frank said manfully, stepping between mother and daughter. "This is my fault. Never would have happened if it hadn't been for me."
"What are you trying to say, Frank?" Janet Baker impatiently asked her brother.
"Shouldn't have thought I could get away with fucking both of you," Frank admitted. "Wasn't fair to either of you to think I could have you both. If Kim hadn't caught me with you, Janet, it probably just would have turned out the other way around with you catching me with her."
Janet Baker's gaze shifted from her brother to her daughter, then dropped to the floor. Neither Kim nor Frank knew what to expect. Then Janet looked up.
She was grinning. Not just a little bit but from ear to ear. Then she opened her mouth and roared with laughter.
Her daughter and brother assumed at first that she was hysterical. Both asked Janet simultaneously if she was going to be all right.
"All right?" Janet broke up completely. "Hell, this couldn't have worked out any better if I'd planned it myself."
"Frank," she said, "you aren't the only one who's been keeping busy. Kim, Peggy and I did the whole dyke routine just the other day." Then Janet turned to her daughter. "Kim," she said, "your uncle and I started fucking when we were kids growing up together. Frank popped my cherry. We stopped when I married your father, and it's been hands off since then. Until now. Frank and I realized that the old spark was still there, so we decided to pick up where we'd left off over twenty years ago. So that's it, the whole story."
In light of her mother's confession, Kim could not keep quiet about the extent of her own incestuous behavior. There would never be a better time than now, she reasoned, to come clean with everything.
"I've got a story of my own to tell, Mom," she said.
And then Kim went back to the beginning, starting with Carlson and the pictures of her and her cousin Burt fucking. She told how one thing had led to another. About fucking Pete, her own brother. The business with Uncle Frank. Then, after running through the complications that led up to it, she described her seduction of her own father.
"So that's it," Kim said. "I've fucked everybody in the family. You, Mom. You, of course, Uncle Frank. Aunt Peggy. Burt and Pete. Then, last but not least, daddy."
"Oooooooooh," Janet Baker moaned at the completion of her daughter's tale, "it's even better than I thought. After all these years, at last this family's amounting to something."
Janet gathered up her daughter and brother, taking them each by the arm and tugging them toward the bedroom.
"We've got a lot of lost time to make up for, you two," she gushed as she led them to the bed. "We're finally out of the closet. And there's only one way to celebrate. Fucking and sucking!"
Janet flopped on the mattress, landing with her legs spread and her cunt wide open.
"C'mon, you two," she beckoned, "give me some cock and pussy to fuck and eat."
Kim hesitated, though, at joining her mother. There was still a loose end that had to be tied up before she could be comfortable.
"What about Carlson?" she said. "He's still trying to give daddy and me a hard time about those pictures."
"Don't worry, Kim, I'll personally take care of that rat," Frank promised. "Just lean on him with my badge and that'll be the end of any blackmail."
"That's just what I was hoping you'd say!" Kim whooped. "Now everything's perfect!"
She kissed her uncle with thanks, then dove for her spread-legged mother. Frank quickly joined them, undresssing his niece while Janet caressed Kim's emerging nudity.
"Oh, darling, your tits . . . your cunt . . . they're so beautiful," Janet sighed when her daughter was completely stripped. "I can't wait to have you. Mmmmmmrnmmmmm, I'm going to eat right through that gorgeous pussy of yours, sweetheart."
"Yes, Mom, yes!" Kim bubbled. "I can't wait for your mouth on my cunt."
"Sit on my face," Janet suggested. "That way my tongue will go right up in your pussy and I can ream you out and drink your sweet fuck juice." "You've got it, Mom," Kim said. She squatted over her mother's head. Then, lowering her yawning crotch, Kim smothered Janet from ear to ear with moist hairy pussy.
"That's it, Mom," Kim moaned when she felt her mother's tongue in her cunt. "Make your tongue long and stiff. Feels just like a cock when you make it hard in my cunt that way. Just like you were fucking me."
"Hey, speaking of cocks, what about me?" Frank asked as he watched mother and daughter get it on. "I've got the real thing, you know."
Kim glanced toward her uncle, nodding when she saw his throbbing hard-on.
"Do I really have to tell you what to do with a hard-on like that?" she teased her uncle. "Mom's cunt is empty. Get to work, Uncle Frank, and fuck her."
"With pleasure." Frank jumped at the opportunity to fuck his sister again.
He moved in between Janet's spread legs, his rigid prick like the prow of a ship as it fucked into his sister's pussy. Janet reacted to the cock in her cunt by lifting her legs, catching Frank under her armpits so her ass was raised when he fucked into her.
"Ooooh, mom's digging it," Kim told her uncle. "I can tell by the way she's moaning into my pussy while you're fucking her. I think she's gonna come pretty quick. Come to think of it, so am I."
"Let it all hang out--both of you," Frank urged. "The only thing better than a woman getting off in bed is two of them."
He fucked his cock in his sister's cunt faster and faster. At the same time, Janet fucked her tongue with equal speed in her daughter's pussy.
Janet and Kim moved toward orgasm together. Then, in the same instant, mother and daughter were climaxing as one.
"What a trip!" Kim cried. "Feels like mom and I are the same person. Only one thing could make it better."
"What's that?" Frank asked.
"You gotta come along with us, Uncle Frank," Kim panted.
"Yeah, I can do it," Frank puffed.
He fucked his prick to the hilt in his sister's cunt, taking full advantage of Janet's spasming tightness. His balls responded by clinging to the base of his buried cock, bulging like a pair of clenched fists.
"Shoot it, Uncle Frank, shoot it!" Kim exclaimed, "Flood mom's pussy with your hot cum!"
"It's good as done," Frank gasped, then let go with everything he had.
And, while his cock erupted deep in his sister's cunt, Frank reached for his niece as Kim sat on Janet's face. Kim leaned forward so Frank could get his hands on her tits, mauling them so their soft flesh oozed between his gouging fingers.
Frank kept squeezing his niece's tits for as long as his cock unloaded in her sister's pussy. That didn't really take such a long time, but Frank packed those few seconds with such orgasmic energy that it seemed to last much longer than it actually did. And when it was over, Kim's tits were bruised and Janet's cunt was an overflowing swamp of jism.
Exhausted from his effort, Frank rolled out from between Janet's legs and flopped on his back. Limp and sticky, his cock shrank to half its erect size and his balls sagged. He looked fucked-out.
"You ought to see Uncle Frank," Kim called down to her mother.
"What about him?" Janet answered, pulling her head out from under her daughter's squatting crotch.
"Poor guy looks like he's dead. Guess he's had enough action for one day," Kim observed.
"Nuts, I had my heart set on watching him fuck you," Janet said from below. "Maybe we can bring him back to life. I'm just dying to get a close-up look at that big cock of his in your beautiful pussy, darling."
"Afraid you'll have to take a raincheck on that, Mom. He's beat."
"We can at least try," Janet insisted, sliding from beneath her daughter. "C'mon, let's see what we can do."
In a moment, Kim and her mother were kneeling on either side of Frank, studying his wilted prick. Kim shook her head at what she thought was a lost cause, but Janet was hopeful.
"Just do what I say," Kim was told by her mother.
Kim shrugged and agreed to go along. She didn't believe it would do a bit of good, but when her mother asked her to lick Frank's cock and balls she leaned down and went to work.
Meanwhile, Janet straddled her brother's head and lowered her cum-Iaden cunt against his face. She wiggled her ass, squishing the sticky lips of her pussy against the lips of Frank's mouth.
"Anything happening with your uncle's prick yet?" Janet said to Kim.
"Nope," Kim sighed. "He's still limp."
"Just keep sucking him off," Janet directed. -Til do the rest."
Now Janet reached down, gripping her thighs and yanking them so her cunt widened to the ultimate. Her open pussy now engulfed not only her brother's mouth, but his nose as well. When Frank tried to breathe, his nostrils became clogged with his sister's pussy juice.
Frank gagged and coughed. But Janet didn't let up. Indeed, she bore down.
Smothering, Frank gasped for the only air available. The pocket of air in the cavity of his sister's grinding cunt. And, inevitably, as he struggled for air, he involuntarily began tonguing Janet to the farthest reaches of her sweet pussy.
"He's eating and breathing me now," Janet happily reported. "His cock'll get the message."
"Oh, yes, Mom, you're right," Kim moaned as her uncle's prick swelled in her mouth.
"Keep up with the blow-job, darling," Janet advised. "Suck it, lick it, get your uncle's cock the way it's supposed to be. Hard as a damn rock."
"Mmmm, it's getting there," Kim answered. Then she stopped talking so she could suck Frank's cock in earnest. That meant taking his prick deep in her throat while his cock continued to grow.
For her part, Janet kept feeding her brother pussy. His tongue was reaming her cunt now. Cunt juice trickled down Frank's chin as he gorged himself.
"Is his prick completely stiff now?" Janet called to her cock-sucking daughter. Her mouth stuffed with rigid cock, Kim nodded in reply.
"Then it's time for your cunt to take over, baby," Janet said. "Fuck him, fuck him!"
Kim slid her mouth off Her uncle's cock. To her satisfaction she saw that Frank had a hard-on that was as long and thick as any girl could want in her pussy.
"I'm taking him all the way," Kim informed her mother. "Feels like a foot of cock in my cunt. I'm getting fucked as good as it can get, Mom."
"Just what I wanted to hear," an excited Janet responded.
Then Janet was off Frank's face. She was swiftly kneeling, looking at where the fucking was taking place. She grinned broadly at the sight of her daughter's blonde cunt sliding up and down her brother's standing prick.
Without being touched, Janet got off just from watching. In fact, she was the first of the incestuous trio to climax this time around.
When she noticed her mother getting off, Kim immediately came herself. She was so happy. Everything was working out just super. Best of all, this was just the beginning for her and her family.
Then Frank's cock lurched in Kim's cunt and he came also. Within seconds, Janet was there to lap up her brother's excess jism as it seeped from her daughter's pussy.
"Perfect," Kim sighed to herself. Then she thought ahead to the time when perfection would be improved upon. When it was not just her uncle and she and her mother getting it on, but everybody. Her cousin Burt, brother Pete, aunt Peggy, and her father would be there fucking and sucking too.
An orgy. A family orgy.
Kim thought of it as inevitable. She could hardly wait. And the timing was just right. Now that she was through with high school, it would be the best graduation present a girl could have.
Chapter Ten
Seeing a chance to pocket his airplane fare, Pete Baker had caught a ride home from college with a classmate. Now, after midnight, the trip was over. Pete thanked his friend and got his luggage, then the car pulled away.
Standing alone in the street, Pete thought about his sister. It wasn't just the money that had caused him to change his travel plans. By arriving home unexpectedly at such a late hour, Pete counted on being able to slip into the house unseen and go straight into Kim's bed.
"My cock and balls are sore from thinking about fucking her," Pete homily admitted to himself, rubbing his swollen crotch.
He approached the house. But then, halfway across the front yard, he stopped short. He had just noticed something he hadn't thought he'd have to deal with.
There were lights on inside. Somebody was up.
"Maybe it's just Kim," Pete said hopefully to himself. "Better make sure, though, before I go barging in."
Up on the porch, Pete stole toward the window. He peeked through the small space between the drapes. He couldn't see much, but at least he could tell that the TV was off, which meant that his parents weren't up watching a late movie or something. That was a good sign.
Then someone walked across Pete's line of vision. It was just a blur really, but Pete was positive he had seen flesh. And the glimmer of long, blonde hair.
"Must be Kim," Pete reasoned. "Wonder what she's up to this time of night?"
Then he saw a bare female ass. Just a flash, but enough to be convinced that it was his sister's ass and that Kim was naked.
"She must be with some guy," Pete muttered. He was annoyed, though not surprised. After all, he had predicted when we went back to school that Kim would be unfaithful to him while he was away.
His curiosity mounting, Pete wanted a better look. If Kim was getting it on, he told himself while circling the house, at least that meant the folks were safely asleep.
"I'll just scare the dude sis is making it with away," Pete said to himself. "Then I'll have her all to myself. She'll be all warmed up in advance for me, hot and ready to go."
Having reached the back door, Pete slipped silently in through the kitchen. He tiptoed down the hallway, stopping at the entrance to the living room and peeping around the wall.
At first he didn't see anything. But he heard plenty.
"Ooooh . . . mmm .. . aaahhhhh." A female moan floated through the air, sounding for sure like the reaction to a cunt filled with cock.
Pete strained to see. He couldn't, though, without leaving the hall. So he sneaked toward a chair that could conceal him and looked around it.
Now he could see legs. Long, shapely, feminine legs that stuck up from the sofa. And clutched between them, the muscular back of a male torso.
"Kim's getting fucked all right," Pete muttered. "Well, she's going to keep on getting fucked--but by me."
Pete thought about the best way to make his move. Didn't want a lot of commotion so his parents would wake up. Had to carefully pick his shot.
He crept forward toward the sofa, getting set on his tactics on the way. He would grab the guy from behind, he decided, muffle his voice and choke him, then hiss in his ear that he'd better find his pants and get out of the house.
Now Pete was at the foot of the couch, crouching behind the armrest. He was ready. Taking a deep breath, he sprang into action like a jungle cat.
Up on the sofa. Grabbing the guy in a choke hold with one arm, clapping his mouth shut with the hand of the other.
Rasping, "Fun's over, chump. Get your cock out of the chick's pussy and make tracks. I'm taking over."
However, as it turned out, it was not the victim of Pete's assault who gave ground. No, it was Pete himself, hit by the shock of his life. All of a sudden he was floundering and fighting for breath.
He had miscalculated. When he looked down it was not his sister's face that Pete stared into. The naked girl on the sofa turned out not to be a girl at all. She was a grown woman.
"Peter!" she angrily yelled. "Where did you come from? And just what do you think you're doing?"
"M-Mom," Pete stammered with disbelief. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't know."
Now Pete was in for the second half of his surprise.
"Please let go of your Uncle Frank, Peter," Janet Baker crisply told her son.
"Jesus Christ!" a stunned Pete muttered as he relaxed his grip. "What the hell's going on here?"
"What's it look like?" Janet Baker snapped. "Your uncle and I are fucking. That is, we were, until you barged in out of the blue and pulled this strongarm crap!"
"You? Uncle Frank? Fucking?" Pete kept muttering. "God, Mom, he's your own brother."
"As if the idea of a sister getting fucked by her brother were a new idea to you," Janet said to her son.
"You know?" Pete blurted.
"Kim told me everything, Peter," Janet revealed. "Things have changed, sonny boy, since the last time you were home. And the biggest change is that there are no more secrets in this family. We're all up-front with each other now."
"Then dad knows you're fucking Uncle Frank?" Pete gulped.
"Of course. But I'm sure he's too busy to think about it, since he's got all he can handle right now with your sister and your aunt."
"Impossible," Pete gasped.
"Your mother's not bullshitting you," Frank said. "Maybe you'd better see for yourself. Kim, Peggy and your dad are in your old bedroom. Go ahead, check it out if it makes you feel any better."
"And leave us to get back to our fucking," Janet huffed.
Pete left the sofa and wandered away, listening to his mother moan as his uncle hiked his cock once again in her pussy.
Then Pete found himself standing before his old bedroom. The door was ajar. From inside he could hear sighs of pleasure and springs creaking.
It was Kim's voice which trilled, "Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good in my ass. Pump it, pump it. Get your balls in an uproar so you can come."
And Peggy who said, "Don't worry, Kim, I'll take care of your dad's nuts. A little sucking from me and they'll be so loaded with cum that his cock'll have to explode in your ass."
Looking through the crack of the door, Pete saw his naked sister kneeling on all fours. He saw his father right behind Kim, his cock fucking back and forth in her ass. And down below was Peggy, her cheeks bulging from a mouthful of balls.
"Can't take it anymore," Pete's father groaned with urgency. "My cock's gonna blow."
Pete had never heard his father talk this way. But then he had never seen him ass-fucking Kim before or getting his balls sucked by Peggy. It was a sight calculated to blow the mind.
Now Pete watched his father lurch forward, draping himself over Kim's back and hugging her tits as his prick fucked her asshole. Peggy released his balls from her mouth and they jumped in their sac.
"Yes, that's it!" Kim cried, her father climaxing in her asshole. "Your jizz is so hot in my ass, Daddy! Scalding! Keep it going!"
While her brother-in-law creamed in her niece's ass, Peggy crawled around to the heart of the action. She hungrily licked her lips as she looked on.
Then Kim's father pitched off his final wad of jism, rearing up from the effort as he did so. After that, he fell back with exhaustion, his dripping prick popping free of his daughter's thoroughly fucked asshole.
"Now it's my turn." Peggy smacked her lips.
She quickly took her brother-in-law's place at Kim's ass. She got her tongue right in there, licking the excess cum as it drooled from her niece's overflowing ass.
"Mmmm, eat me, Aunt Peggy, eat my ass," Kim reacted with pleasure, wiggling her ass in Peggy's face. "Suck up every drop of Daddy's cum."
"It's a madhouse," Pete muttered while he continued to eavesdrop, still unnoticed by the incestuous trio on the bed. "How did all this happen?"
"I'm sure you've heard of doing what comes naturally," a familiar female voice purred from his rear.
Pete turned around. There was his mother, standing there in the nude with a grin on her face and her brother's fresh jism leaking from her pussy down her inner thighs.
"If you'd come home when we expected you to, I'd have tried to prepare you for the way things are around here now," Janet Baker told her son. "But, now that I think about it, maybe this is the best way after all. Nobody has to explain for you what you can see for yourself. I'll leave it to you, Peter. When you're ready, just jump right in."
"Kim's at the bottom of this, isn't she?" Pete said with certainty.
Before Janet could answer there was a knock on the front door. She got excited, seeming to know who it must be, and returned to the living room with Pete trailing her.
Frank had already answered the door, saying, "What took you so long, son?"
"Got back as soon as I could, Dad," Pete heard his cousin Burt answer. "All the stores were closed. Had to drive around all over town. Finally found an all-night drugstore and picked up some film there."
Burt flipped a package to his father.
"God, Dad, you remind me of old man Carlson with all this photography shit," Burt laughed.
"What good is a graduation party without something to remember it by?" Frank told his son. "After all, you and Kim don't Finish high school every day. We need something in the family album."
Then Frank was gone to load his film and Janet was advancing toward Burt, purring, "How's my favorite nephew doing?"
"Did I miss anything while I was gone?" Burt asked his aunt.
"I just fucked your father, and your mother and Kim are in one of the bedrooms with your Uncle Chad," Janet told Burt. "But forget about everybody else. It's just me and you I'm interested in now. Bet you're really horny after that long drive."
Janet was rubbing her naked body against her naked nephew now. Her hand slipped to his crotch, stroked the telltale bulge there, then unzipped the boy's fly.
"Yes, after that long drive, I know just what'll hit the spot for you," Janet crooned, slumping to her knees. "A nice, refreshing blow-job. The way only your auntie can suck your big cock."
Burt's cock, rigid and thick, was quickly throbbing in the open. Janet's tongue was all over his prick. Then she took the head of her nephew's cock in her mouth and turned on the suction.
Ignored by his mother, Pete wandered away, trying to make sense out of the madness. Turning around a corner, he bumped right into his Aunt Peggy.
"Well, look who's here!" she blurted with surprise. "Why didn't somebody tell me you were home from college?"
"Uh . . . guess I showed up kind of unexpectedly," Pete mumbled as his gaze roamed over his aunt's naked body.
"Oooooh, fantastic!" Peggy squealed. "Then I've got first crack at you. Your sister tells me you're really hung, and Kim knows her cocks. Now, it just so happens, I'm absolutely dying for some prick in my pussy. You'll fuck me, won't you?"
Pete didn't have a chance to answer his aunt before he was goosed from the rear. When his feet returned to the floor after his startled jump, there was his sister standing behind him.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Kim smirked. "We weren't expecting you home until tomorrow. But I can't say I'm disappointed you're here now. How do you like my graduation party, big brother? Gonna help me celebrate?"
"Hey, I saw him first," Peggy protested when Kim reached toward Pete's fly.
"Oh, go fuck daddy or something," Kim sharply told her aunt. "This is my party, and Pete and I have a lot to catch up on."
Grumbling under her breath, Peggy left for the bedroom, leaving her niece and nephew alone in the hallway.
"Okay, Sis, what's the story?" Pete rasped at Kim. "Somebody around here has got to give me a straight answer. What in holy hell has gotten into you people?"
"Mmrnrnm, Pete," Kim sighed, "I can't really believe you want to stand around and chew the fat when you could be fucking me."
She leaned against the wall, throwing her leg up so her foot was propped on her brother's shoulder. Her cunt was right there, its dewy lips quivering. Then yawning as she fingered it apart.
"You can fuck me right here, Pete," she urged.
"Standing up, just like we fucked the day you left for college."
"A lot of water's gone under the bridge since then," Pete pointed out. "There are things I need to know--"
"What's to know? My cunt's still my cunt," Kim cut him off. "And from the lump in your jeans, I'm sure your cock's still the same old monster. What else is there to discuss? Fuck me, Pete, fuck me, and let the rest take care of itself."
Recognizing that he had to fuck his sister to get anyplace with her, Pete gave in. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
He moved in, slipping his hips into the space created by his sister's raised leg. Belly to belly with Kim, Pete fucked her cunt with his rigid prick, fucking in as deeply as possible on the first try.
"Ahhh, you haven't lost an inch," Kim bubbled when her ass bounced against the wall from the impact of her brother's hiking cock-thrust. "How's my pussy? Still tight and deep enough for you, stud?"
"Sure," Pete grunted, saying less than he was thinking. For, in his mind, a plan was developing that would turn what he was doing to his sister into more than just a simple fuck.
Kim was just moaning something when Pete caught her throat with his hand. His other hand slid down, fingering the top of his sister's cock-filled cunt to find her clit.
"What're you doing?" Kim gulped, sensing something was wrong.
"Getting the truth from you, bitch!" Pete hissed. "Now what's going on around here? Tell me. Tell me!"
He squeezed Kim's neck. Tightened her clit like a screw.
"You're hurting me," Kim whimpered.
"Not as bad as I will if you don't come clean," Pete answered.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Kim groaned. "Looks like you've forgotten something. Like just how much your little sister digs the rough stuff while she's getting fucked."
"We'll see about that. You'll find out how tough I can be if you don't talk," Pete warned, wringing Kim's neck and pinching her clit, while he twisted his cock like a barb in her cunt fqr cruel emphasis.
"Sure, I'll talk. But only to beg for more pain," Kim moaned with a crooked smile.
"Okay, if I give it to you, then will you give me the facts?"
"Yes! God, yes!" Kim quickly agreed. "Hurt me good, Pete, and you'll find out everything."
Pete went to work in earnest. Lowering his face to her chest, he bit into one of Kim's tits. She shrieked with agony, then writhed in ecstasy.
"It all started with Carlson," she told her brother while he chewed and fucked her. "Those pictures he took were of me and Burt. Once I'd fucked my own cousin it was easy to give in to you. And from there--"
Kim interrupted herself to shriek with welcome suffering when her brother practically busted her hips with a fucking surge of his prick in her cunt.
"One thing led to another," Kim resumed. "Uncle Frank got involved with Carlson's pictures because he's a cop. Was assigned to investigate the case after somebody at the film lab blew the whistle. I tried to get to him, and wound up fucking him."
Pete stabbed a finger into his sister's ass, using the nail like the tip of a knife.
Kim grimaced with blissful pain and continued, "It turned out that Uncle Frank had passed Carlson's pictures on to daddy. So I had to hit on him. Daddy and I fucked right in his office--on the desk."
"What about mom and Aunt Peggy?" Pete asked with another brutal cock-surge.
"That was just an accident. I stumbled on them getting it on. Same with mom and Uncle Frank. Don't you see, Pete? It was all part of a pattern. I didn't really start anything new in this family, I just uncovered what was already there. Everybody in the family's just as horny as I am. It's not just me. It's all of us!"
Pete couldn't argue with Kim's conclusion. Not with the house full of naked people and moans coming from all over the place. He had only one other question to ask.
"What about Carlson and his pictures?"
"Uncle Frank isn't a cop for nothing," Kim answered. "He leaned on Carlson."
Then Kim paused, looking out of the corner of her eye at something.
"And now Uncle Frank's taking the pictures himself," she laughed. "Sort of our official family photographer."
A click followed. Pete jerked his head around and saw his uncle behind a camera.
"Beautiful fuck, kids," Frank told his nephew and niece. "Got a perfect shot of it."
"Oh, we can do better than that, can't we, Pete?" Kim cooed to her brother. "Let's give Uncle Frank something he can really focus on. How about a nice, wet cum-shot?"
She reached down, squeezing Pete's balls. His prick lurched inside her as she tightened the walls of her pussy into a vise. Then Kim wiggled her ass, causing a ripple effect that traveled up and down her cunt on her brother's hilted cock.
"Shoot it, Pete, shoot it!" Kim commanded.
"Ahhhh!" Pete gasped, helpless from the friction generated between cock and pussy.
"He's coming, Uncle Frank!" Kim crowed. "His prick just started creaming in my cunt. Get your camera set. I'll give you a picture for the family album that'll jump off the page."
Pete pitched off a final burst of jism. And, after he did, Kim pulled her pussy away from his drooling cock, pivoted around toward her uncle, and spread her cum-soaked pussy for Frank's camera.
Frank clicked away as eagerly as Carlson had ever done. He might have gone through the whole roll of film, repeating the same juicy shot over and over, if he hadn't been distracted by the naked group of interested observers who now appeared.
There they all were, the entire family. Everyone present and accounted for. All seven of them.
"Well, Pete," Janet said to her son, "now you know how it is. Are you ready to join us?"
Pete shrugged and nodded. What else could he do but go along? He was surrounded.
He admitted, "This is all so crazy that it's starting to actually make sense to me. What have I got to lose?"
"Nothing except about a quart of cum," someone laughed.
They went to the master bedroom. There was a recently installed waterbed there, large enough to hold all seven eager bodies. They piled on, groping for each other--cocks, pussies, tits, mouth and asses in a fleshy, loving tangle. . Kim was at the middle of it. Like a bitch in heat she was on all fours, taking her father's cock up her cunt from the rear while she sucked her uncle Frank off up front.
Burt and his mother were right alongside, with Peggy on her back parting her asscheeks for a ass-fuck. Burt fucked into the awaiting asshole, jack-knifing his mother's legs over her head so he could fuck his big prick straight down in her tight cunt.
Which left Pete and his mother.
"Welcome home, Son," Janet Baker said. Then she told Pete to fuck her.
She spread her pussy before him. His cock stretched out like an iron bar. His prick entered her cunt. She wrapped her legs around him, taking his prick as far in her cunt as his cock could go, perhaps a foot deep.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Janet chanted to her hard-fucking son.
And Peggy told her son, "That's it, Burt! Tear momma's ass to pieces with your giant cock!"
And Kim slurped noisily as she deep-throated her uncle's cock while her pussy squished from the dog-fuck her father was giving her pussy from behind.
The waterbed sloshed. Male and female groans filled the air.
Somebody had to come. Kim was first, swiftly followed by her mother and aunt.
"Mmmrnm . . . just fantastic."
"Feels sooo goooood."
"I'm flying!"
Then the men. Frank first, his mouth-fucked cock feeding his niece a sweet torrent of cum, which Kim greedily gulped down as fast as possible.
Chad Baker followed, his prick swamping his daughter's cunt with jism. So much cum that jizz was leaking down Kim's thighs almost immediately.
Now Burt. Pumping his mother's ass with blast after blast of hot, thick cum. Making Peggy scream with delight.
And, finally, Pete.
"Give me your cum, Son!" his mother urged.
He did. Like his cock was a hose, a steady gush of steaming jizz which lasted several seconds.
