Chapter 8
"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.