Sandy Fildert stood in front of the big mirror on her closet door. Alone in her bedroom, she studied her naked body critically. Cupping her tits. She reached down and curled her fingers in her blonde pussy-hair.
Then she remembered the size of her mother's huge tits, remembering how her brother Dave had been able to bury his face between those giant sweaty jugs. Sandy's pussy began heating up when she recalled all that gooey stuff that her brother had shot out of his big hard cock – and how her mother had so enjoyed smearing that cum all over her face. And then she made Dave lick it, too!
But watching her mom and brother fuck and suck, while she and her sister Candy stuck their fingers up each other's pussies, had stirred up something warm and delicious in Sandy's lithe young body. Now, as she stood stroking herself, dipping a finger into her juicing cunt, reaching back to tease her pink asshole, she felt like she needed something more. Something like her mother was getting when she let Dave put his prick in her. Sandy realized that having her sister play with her fresh young pussy was not enough. No way!
After watching her mother suck and fuck, the twins had run upstairs. Candy quickly locked herself in the bathroom while Sandy gazed at herself in the mirror. Pulling her finger out of her cunt and holding it under her nose to take a big whiff of the musky scent, Sandy heard some strange noises coming from the bathroom.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oh, yeahhhhhhh! Ooooooo!"
Sandy ran over and stood by the door. "Are you all right, Sis? Is something wrong?" she asked.
Candy called back, "No, ah, I'm… okay. I just have to… to… poop. That's all."
"Sounds like you're making big ones," Sandy laughed.
"Well, sorta. Now wouldya leave me alone!"
"Okay, I'm sorry," Sandy said, walking away dejectedly. She hopped up onto her bed and then kept bouncing, watching her tits jiggle.
Then the phone rang. Sandy stopped with her little trampoline act long enough to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked politely.
"Yes, I'm calling about the babysitters."
If she could get the first job, she would be able to get back at her sister for being so mean, she realized.
"Well, this is Mr. Schultz. I need a babysitter for tonight. As soon as possible. Can you do it?"
"Sure, Mr. Schultz, I'll be over as soon as I can. Goodbye!"
Sandy hung up the phone and gleefully leaped off the bed. She dressed in a hurry and ran downstairs two steps at a time. The living room smelled dank and musty and Sandy paused at the front door. Looking around, she noticed big wet spots on the couch – and that sticky white stuff was smeared all over.
"Mom!" she called out. She wanted to stay and wait for an answer, and tell her mother where she was going, but somehow the memory of what she had witnessed earlier – her big fleshy mother writhing and moaning atop her brother – and the thick sweaty odor that permeated the downstairs, drove the blonde teenager out through the door.
She wanted to run away from that place, not because she was afraid of what had happened to Dave, but because she was afraid of what was happening to her pussy. She was getting so wet just standing there in the same room where her mother had fucked her big brother. And she couldn't spend the whole night babysitting with sopping pants.
So she dashed out onto the street and ran all the way to the Schultz's house. She arrived out of breath and knocked meekly on the front door of the little tract home.
Mr. Schultz answered the front door and looked down at her. Sandy was bent over, leaning against the rough stucco wall. Staring straight ahead, the first thing Sandy saw was Mr. Schultz's bulging crotch. The front of his slacks was sticking out lewdly, tented by his huge cock.
"Well, hello there," the big man said. "I didn't expect you so early. My wife and I were, well, why don't you come in."
Sandy knew it was rude, but she couldn't keep from staring at Mr. Schultz's crotch. She had thought her brother Dave had a big one, but this was ridiculous. Even as she watched, the man's prick seemed to grow larger under his tight trousers.
"Have a seat on the couch," he said, a trace of discomfort in his voice. "You… you're, Candy, aren't you?"
"No, that's my sister," the young girl replied, her eyes still locked just below the man's waist. "I'm Sandy."
"Yes, well, that's fine. It seems like the last time I saw you you were still a little girl," he said, trying to be polite.
The girl said nothing, her jaw opening wider. She felt warm flashes begin to tingle in her pussy. Even her tiny nipples were getting hot.
Just then, Mrs. Schultz came down the stairs and rescued her husband. "Come on, honey, let's go. We're late," she said.
"Okay, dear," the man answered. But before he could say another word, his wife grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door.
Mrs. Schultz said, "There's food in the fridge and the kids are asleep upstairs. We'll be home early dear." And then she slammed the door behind her.
Sandy sat with her mouth open, moving her hands slowly toward her hot pussy.
Outside, as the car backed out of the garage, Mrs. Schultz said to her husband, "What was wrong with that Fildert girl? She's usually so bubbly when she comes over."
Mr. Schultz grinned lasciviously. "I think she just got something in her eye," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
During the course of the evening, Sandy went to check on the kids a few times but they were always sleeping soundly. So she spent most of the night watching TV and nibbling at tuna sandwiches. But she had a difficult time concentrating on any of the television programs – because she couldn't get the picture of Mr. Schultz's big cock out of her mind.
By the time the evening news came on, Sandy had a fish sandwich in one hand and her other hand in her pussy. She was frantically massaging her wet cunt and eating at the same time. Mr. Schultz's bulge had made her this crazy.
Then the front door flew open. Sandy curled into a ball and slipped off the couch, startled and afraid. She dropped her sandwich and it flopped under the coffee table.
"Why don't you take the kid home, honey. I'm going up to bed," Mrs. Schultz told her husband. She held her forehead and weaved drunkenly up the stairs.
Mr. Schultz walked over to the couch and looked for Sandy. "Hmmmm, it smells like fish in here," he said, noticing the girl squirming under the coffee table.
"I just dropped my sandwich," Sandy replied around a mouthful of tuna. She arched her back and tried to button her shorts without Mr. Schultz spotting her wet pussy.
"Well, how did everything, go? Okay?" he asked.
Sandy turned around and looked up at the big man. Again, her eyes bugged out. He was standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest, deliberately thrusting his crotch in her direction.
"Fine," she said, crawling to her feet.
"And how much do I owe you, Sandy?" Mr. Schultz asked, gently gyrating his hips.
Mr. Schultz reached around to get his wallet and then groaned in pain. "Oh, it's my back again. This cold weather always gets to my back. Won't you come over and give me a hand?"
Sandy stepped forward slowly. She moved carefully, trying both to hide her cunt-sauce soaked shorts and to avoid staring too obviously at Mr. Schultz's cock. But the way he kept pointing his crotch right at her made the babysitter uncomfortable.
"Can't you reach around and pull out my wallet? Please?"
But as Sandy tried to reach his back pocket, Mr. Schultz began rocking his hips and spinning away from her, slowly, teasing her. Then Sandy tried to reach around the other side, but the big man was too quick for her. Soon their activity turned into a game. Finally, Mr. Schultz grabbed her and held her close, swaying back and forth.
Sandy rested her head against his hard chest and reached around his waist as far as she could. Her cunt began creaming delightfully as she stared down at the taut lump in his pants. She could have sworn his trousers were about to rip at the seams, so large was his erect cock.
"Where did you say your wallet was, Mr. Schultz?" Sandy asked, staring up at him with a grin on her face. Then, before he could answer, Sandy slipped her hand into the front pocket of his slacks. She dug around in the pile of change before she began stroking his firm upper thigh. Then she eased her hand as far toward his cock as she could, tapping the side of his hot nutsac with her fingers.
"Oh, baby, baby, ohhhhh…" he moaned.
"All I feel in here is a bunch of pennies, Mr. Schultz. You think I'm worth more than that don't you, huh?" Sandy asked, winking.
"Yeahhh, oh, yeahhhh. Come on, honey. Let's get you home."
He dragged her out the door and practically threw her into the car. Sandy scooted up close, pushing the seat belts out of her way. Mr. Schultz fumbled with the key in the ignition as she reached over and began stroking his thigh. The engine rumbled and then turned over just as Sandy squeezed the tip of his cock through the material of his pants.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Mr. Schultz gasped, slamming the accelerator pedal to the floor. The engine whined and Sandy began laughing happily.
"Oh, Mr. Schultz."
He nodded and sighed and somehow managed to get the car rolling down the street. All the way to the Fildert house, Sandy gently stroked Mr. Schultz's thigh with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other.
"So, how has your mother been lately?" the man asked, running a stop sign.
"Oh, she's okay. I watched her fuck with Dave today."
"Wha…?"
Sandy felt him quiver all over at the sound of her words. "What's wrong? Mom says it's okay to fuck whenever you want. Do you want to fuck with me, Mr. Schultz?"
"Now, S-S-Sandy, you have to understand s-s-something. You s-s-see, people c-c-can't f-f-f… oh, shit, Christ, yes! Yes, Goddamnit!"
He squealed to a stop in front of the Fildert house, bashing into the curb, sending Sandy crashing against the dashboard.
"Ooooo, Mr. Schultz, my head hurts."
"That's okay, honey. Let's go."
Schultz pulled her out of the car and carried her under his arm as he ran across the front lawn. "Wait a minute. We can't just do it in your house," he said. "Damnit, and I'm so fucking hot!"
"That's okay, Mr. Schultz," Sandy squeaked, rubbing her bruised forehead. "Let's go around back and use the hot tub."
"Good idea, bitch."
In the back of the house was a secluded building Bill Fildert had built just before he died. He was one of the first on his block to buy a hot tub and all the neighbors raved about how fantastic his setup was. And Mr. Schultz was dying to try it out.
Once inside, he tore off his clothes, flinging them all over. Then he helped Sandy unbutton her shorts, taking time to run his big hairy hand up and down her slinky white thighs.
"Oh, God, kid, you're so Goddamned beautiful," he sighed. "I can't wait to stick you good."
Sandy giggled, embarrassed at being naked in front of this giant hairy man. Then she remembered what her mother had done with Dave and she stuck a finger deep inside her sweet pussy. Pulling her hand out slowly, Sandy held up a tiny glob of fresh pussy-juice.
"Here, eat it, Mr. Schultz."
The big man dropped to his knees and grabbed the girl's wrist with both hands. Then he slowly guided her dainty finger into his mouth, sucking every molecule of cunt-sauce from her alabaster flesh.
"Betcha can't catch me!" Sandy giggled.
He chased her all around the steamy little room, his cock flapping madly between his legs, smacking up against his chest as he chased her around the redwood tub.
The water in the tub was boiling and churning. And the room grew hotter and hotter, filled with the high-pitched squeals of the girl and the deep moans and groans of Mr. Schultz.
Greasy strands of pre-cum were oozing out of the big man's cock, coating his hairy belly and thighs with a web of gooey, glistening fuck-fluid. And around and around they went, Sandy staying just out of the frustrated man's grasp.
Then Sandy grabbed the edge of the tub and leaped into the hot, foaming water. Mr. Schultz dove in after her and caught her around the waist. They both went under and then surfaced laughing merrily.
"Now I've got you, you cunt. Now you're gonna really get it. After this, you can tell your momma what it really means to fuck. I don't fuck like no Goddamned wimp minister, I'll tell you that. Yeahhhaaaggghhh!"
Schultz sat back against the edge of the tub and thrust up his blood-engorged cock. Then he grabbed the back of Sandy's wet head and pulled her down. He arched his hips, aiming the tip of his prick at her thin quivering lips.
Sandy looked down at the huge cock which was surrounded by the fast-moving foamy water. The head was big and juicy and red and practically filled up her whole field of sight. She opened her jaws painfully wide and tried to take in the big prick tip, just like she had seen her mother do with Dave's long, slender dick.
With one mighty thrust, Mr. Schultz rammed his huge cock all the way back into Sandy's throat. Holding both sides of her head, he worked her suctioning mouth up and down on his thick, wet prick. He gripped her slippery hair tighter, squeezing her skull viciously with his massive fingers. As he slammed her face against his crotch, forcing her to swallow the entire length of his prick, her face splashed against the surface of the water, sending a spray of hot liquid over the edge of the wooden tub.
"Come on, you bitch! Suck me dry! Work on it, you tramp! Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!"
Each time Schultz bashed her eager face into his groin, he bucked up his hips mercilessly. Faster and faster he pumped, smacking his ass down hard against the side of the tub on his downstroke. Each time he fucked back, a wave of water crashed over the edge and splashed down on the floor. It wasn't long before the tub was half-empty.
Now Sandy could see the man's balls tightening up against the base of Schultz's vein-encircled cock-shaft. She reached down, just as she had seen her mother do, and dug her white fingernails into the wrinkled flesh of his taut ball-sac. Massaging his nuts in their hard pouch with the palm of her tiny hand, she then wiggled her finger into his ass-crack, searching for his hairy asshole.
"Yaaaagggghhhh! Oh, do it, you slut. Do it!"
Pleased that the man was using the same word Dave had called her mother, Sandy worked harder, trying hard to get Mr. Schultz to bust his nuts. She remembered how gooey and sticky Dave's cum had been, and she wanted a load of her own.
It wasn't long before she felt the first blast of hot jism shoot into the back of her throat. Schultz's cock was throbbing madly in her mouth, making everything feel hot and creamy. But she wanted him to shoot his jism onto her face, like Dave had done to her horny mom. She tried to pull her head away from Schultz's tight grasp, and finally managed to wriggle free. Reaching out and gripping his cock-shaft, she milked the remainder of his hot spunk out of his big prick. The hot white stuff arched up out of his now-purple cock-tip and sizzled on top of the water. Strings of his cum moved in circles, caught in the swirling water.
Mr. Schultz sank back against the side of the tub with a loud thud. He sighed contentedly as his cock began to droop. A clear drop of after-cum leaked from his piss-slit and Sandy bent down to lick it off, slashing around in the now-shallow water.
"Do you think you can still fuck me, now, Mr. Schultz?" she asked, running her fingers through his thick chest hair.
He turned his head and opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What did you say?" he said, trying to focus.
"I bet you can't even fuck as good as my big brother," Sandy snickered.
Schultz snorted and reached out to grab the girl around her throat. His eyes were suddenly open wide and red with lust. "I'll show you who can fuck. You'll see."
The girl giggled and then stuck out her tongue as the brawny man yanked her out of the tub. He carried her to the long wooden bench that lined the wall of the little rec room. Spreading her legs wide, he stared down at the wet wisps of cunthair that adorned her pink pussy. He slid a finger just past her delicately bloated pussy-lips and made sure she was well-lubricated. Then he felt the tight flesh of her cherry and sneered at her wickedly.
"Don't tell me you're a virgin," he said, licking his lips.
She nodded her head and smiled, reaching down to feel the head of his cock, trying to get it hard again. His big prick was practically as long as the distance between her knee and her tiny cunt, but her smile told him she wanted it all.
"Fuck me," she squealed.
Schultz leaned over her, placing his rugged hands on either side of her head. He looked down at her from the push-up position, teasing her cunt with his prick-tip. "Put it in," he sighed, his hot breath blowing across her face.
Sandy did as she was told, dying to feel the full length of his cock reaming out her virgin pussy. She seized his cock-shaft and brought his red pricktip against her wet cunt-lips. She tilted her head up and followed the arrow of his chest hair down his belly and into his crotch. She couldn't believe how big his dick looked and she flopped her head back hard, hitting it against the wooden, slats of the bench.
Then Schultz rammed his cock into her cunt with one powerful lunge, smashing Sandy's hand between their pubic bones. She squealed in pain and quickly withdrew her wounded hand after Schultz arched his hips back preparing for another more potent thrust.
Sandy tried to spread her thighs apart as wide as she could, straining her ligaments unnaturally. But that discomfort was quickly forgotten when Mr. Schultz punched his cock into her pussy, tearing her cherry right down the middle.
"Aaaagggghhhh! That hurts too much! Stop, please!"
But the big man only quickened his pace, stimulated by the young girl's shrieks. Despite her protests, he felt his cock plunging in deeper and deeper as her cunt-walls expanded.
"Take… it… you… bitch…" he hissed in between strokes. He held his head still and his face contorted in ecstasy as he enjoyed the penetrating warmth of her virgin cunt.
"No! No!" she screamed, shaking her head from side to side. But as his cock continued hammering deep into her pussy, Sandy forgot about everything except the waves of pleasure that began rushing through her ravaged cunt. Balling up her fists, she beat frantically at the big man's chest. At the same time, she tried to bunch her tiny butt up off the bench to meet his frantic strokes.
Finding herself in the grip of hot, steamy sex, Sandy realized now why her mother had so enjoyed fucking and sucking her brother Dave. Nothing could feel better than this, she thought. Oh, it was soooo good!
"Give me more!" she cried. "All of it! All of your cock!"
Mr. Schultz fucked harder and harder, rattling the slats of the bench with each frantic thrust of his cock. He was into her cunt balls-deep now, plunging into the back of her virgin womb.
Sandy wrapped her arms and legs around his heaving body, trying to grind her cunt up against him. Tremendous flashes of pleasure shot through her clit and she scraped that nubbin of hard flesh across his wiry cock-hairs.
"Oh, I'm coming!" she screeched. "Coming so good!"
That was all it took for Mr. Schultz to bust his nuts. He pulled his cock out at the last minute so he could hose the girl down with his jism. As he knelt on the bench, he gripped his prick-shaft in his hand and aimed spurt after spurt across the girl's tits and belly and face.
Sandy thrashed from side to side, flapping her tongue out to try and catch any stray sprays of cum. Her pussy was clenching and spasming as she rode out the tail end of her first fuck.
After he had shot the last drop of his second load of spunk, Mr. Schultz struggled to get up. He stood over Sandy, running his hand across her heaving chest, smearing his cum all over like he was finger painting.
"You were good, baby," he said, stooping down to kiss Sandy on the cheek. "Real good."
The girl leaned over on her side to watch Mr. Schultz retrieve his clothing. His pants were soaked from the overflow from the hot tub, but he put them on anyway. Then he dug around for his wallet and brought out a dripping wet twenty dollar bill.
"Here you go, honey," he said, stuffing the money into Sandy's hand. "You earned it!"
The teenager smiled gratefully. "I guess your back doesn't hurt anymore, huh, Mr. Schultz?"
They both laughed knowingly and then the big man blew her a kiss before walking out of the steamy room.