Dinner was a casual affair. Aunt Ronda came home an hour after Jack and Sandy had dressed in their swim suits and were innocently lying beside the pool. Brad came home, grabbed a sandwich, and headed for a party at a friend's house.
That left only Sandy's uncle and aunt and her cousin, Billy, to enjoy the dinner of cold-cuts and salad dishes that Ronda Remington had laid out buffet-style. The family filled their plates and found places around the pool and deck area. They sipped a wine punch that Jack had made and lay back to talk and enjoy the music playing softly through the pool area speakers.
"Mmm, this punch is terrific!" Sandy complimented her uncle. "And this salad is super! My folks never let me drink wine at home."
"There ain't enough wine in this punch to give you a decent high if you drank the whole bowl. That's why they let us drink it," Billy groused to his pretty cousin, downing his mugful in one long chug-a-lug.
"Nothing wrong with a little wine at dinner," Jack said to Sandy. He looked at his son. "You know where the bar is if yours is too weak, young man. Now quit showing off for your cousin!"
Billy looked down at the patio and said nothing. It was hard for Sandy to see her cousin's face in the dusky light, but she thought she could detect a blush of embarrassment on his boyishly good-looking face.
"Now, darling, you know all teens love to show off," Ronda Remington chided her husband. "Come, we have to get ready for the Fosters' party. Let's leave the kids to clean up the food and put things away. You don't mind, do you darling?"
Ronda was looking at Sandy. "Oh, no, man!" the little blonde quickly agreed, anxious to make a good impression on her voluptuous, sophisticated aunt.
Sandy's aunt and uncle went inside. The light came on in their room, then the master bathroom light bathed the patio with a yellow glow.
"Come on, help me clear this shit away!" Billy said grumpily. "I wanna get this over with so that I can split."
"You're going out this evening?" Sandy asked, suddenly becoming nervous about the prospect of spending the night alone in the big house.
"Just as soon as my folks hit the street, so do I!" Billy bragged. "They'll never know the fuckin' difference, if you don't tell 'em!"
The athletic teen looked expectantly at his cousin. She nodded, shrugging her shoulders.
"I won't tell them anything," Sandy promised.
"Good!" Billy grinned as the two of them carried the last of the dishes and food into the kitchen. "I'll be home later, don't wait up!"
Sandy watched the boy move, out of the kitchen and trot up the drive. He disappeared up the street and she suddenly felt very alone and very lonesome – the way she had in her hometown after her mother had run off and her father had been killed in the car wreck.
"God, I hope this isn't going to be as lonely as it was in Weaverville!" the unhappy girl said as she wandered down the hall to her room.
The old, familiar feelings crept over Sandy as soon as she sat down on her bed. It was in her intense loneliness that the rapidly developing teenage beauty had first discovered the erotic side of her body's growth. She had learned that a middle finger sliding slowly up her greasy little cunt could produce feelings that banished her sadness for at least as long as it took her to cum.
"Ohhhh… why not?" Sandy thought.
What possible harm would it do to fingerfuck herself to a blissful climax in this empty barn-like house?
The foxy teen undid her blouse and unsnapped her bra. The garments flew off into a corner, to be rapidly joined in the pile by Sandy's shorts, panties, and thongs.
Naked, Sandy got up off the bed and padded through the hall. It gave her a kinky, odd sort of thrill to let herself into her cousins' rooms while she was in the nude.
Sandy went to Billy's room first, opening his drawers carefully, pawing through his things, looking for… she realized that she didn't know what she was looking for. She just wanted to go though the room in hopes of finding out more about her cousin. She found little except the usual teenage boy's girlie magazine collection – stuffed in the far corner of his closet – and an old, unused collection of rubbers.
Knowing that Brad was getting steady cunt, Sandy put Billy's stuff back where she had found it and went into her older cousin's room. She opened his underwear drawer and rifled through it. Her fingers closed wound something long, and thick, and plastic. She drew it out slowly, her heart beating a little faster than normal.
"A cock!" the amazed country girl exclaimed, examining the huge, evil-looking vibrator. "A mechanical prick!"
Fascinated, Sandy closed the drawer and took the plastic prick back to her room with her. She lay on her bed and rubbed the cold, thrilling artificial prick over her hardening nipples, pretending that it was Uncle Jack's hot, hard cock. She toyed with the plastic prick, twisting it and running her fingers over it lightly, teasingly, as if the dildo were an actual cock.
The cold plastic suddenly buzzed to life across the tops of Sandy's erect nipples. The girl had turned the vibrating cock on as she pressed it into her jutting tits.
"Aghhhh," Sandy squealed and writhed with joy beneath the humming, arousing dildo.
The naked blonde gasped for breath and held the buzzing prick up to the light. Her tits were heaving from their rapid, unexpected stimulation and she eyed the powerful little sex-torpedo warily, her mind racing.
Switching the vibrator off, Sandy moved the bullet-shaped head down onto her clit, rubbing the cool plastic up and down her moistening cuntal slit until it was warm and slick with her molten outflow. She placed the sharp tit of the artificial prick inside her fluted, pinkish pussy furls and toyed with the mechanism.
"If I turn it on now…!" Sandy sighed hungrily, wondering if she could stand the powerful vibrations right on her raised clit.
"Yeah… If I turn it on… nooooooow!" The girl's musings broke off into a loud wail of delight as the dildo came on.
Sandy felt as if her girlish body had suddenly been wired into an electrical generator, with the clamps fastened directly onto her pulsing clitty! The groaning girl thrashed about wildly on the bed, her ass hunching up spasmodically off the bouncing bed surface, her fingers clutching at her popping titties, her cunt sucking at the tip of the buzzing plastic cock like lips on a soda straw, her head whipping from side to side on the pillow, eyes closed tightly, as incredible, swelling sensations pounded through her taut, aroused teenage body.
"Ohhhhhhooooowwww!" Sandy howled, her voice degenerating into one long, piercing wail. It seemed to the frantic girl that as soon as she came another, even bigger orgasm began to swell in her gushing pussy.
"Ugh! Ooooh. No more!" the gasping teen whimpered at last.
Sandy pulled the dildo out of her clamping pussy-lips. Her frantic wrigglings had forced more than an inch of the throbbing plastic pecker up into her little slit.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, fuck! What a cum!" Sandy sighed, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at herself on the bed.
The sheets and bedspread were a wild tangle of cloth. Her ecstatic contortions had thoroughly destroyed the carefully made bed. The crazy outpouring of cunt-juice from Sandy's contracting cunt had bathed her thighs in slick, glistening fluid, some of which had run down the spread in a gleaming wet spot which Sandy hoped wouldn't leave a stain.
"Holy shit, I gotta be careful with this thing in the future!" Sandy said aloud, holding up the vibrator and staring at it in awe.
"Yeah, I guess you'd better!" a male voice said from the hallway.
Sandy's head whipped around toward the doorway. Her cousin Brad was standing there, a wide, slightly cruel grin on his handsome face.
However, it wasn't his face that made Sandy's heart skip a beat as she looked at him. Cousin Brad was naked as he stepped confidently into the room.
His thick, lengthy cock was as stiff as the vibrator Sandy held in her palm, and he was staring right at her glistening cunt.