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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sandy woke up in the middle of the night. She was still sprawled out across the wooden bench in the rec room. Cum had dried on her tits and her smooth belly and all over her thighs. Moonlight glistened across the shallow water in the redwood hot tub and in the pools of water Sandy and Mr. Schultz had splashed out onto the floor during their furious fuck-session.
Groggily, Sandy got up off the bench and walked bowlegged back into the house. Her sister Candy was waiting for her when she stepped into their bedroom.
"Well. Where have you been all night?" Candy asked, toying with her ponytail. "And what's that shit caked all over your tits?"
Sandy collapsed onto her bed and sighed heavily. Her wispy pussy-hairs were stuck fast to her cuntmound, stiff with dried jism. And a trail of blood and pussy-sauce had dried the inside of her thighs.
Candy jumped off her bed and ran over to get a closer look at her slow-moving sister. Then she held her nose and made a face. "You stink, too. You smell like Mom's dirty underpants."
"But it felt so good. Ohhhh."
"What are you talking about?" said Candy. "You look like somebody beat you up."
Sandy just rolled over and smiled, rubbing flakes of dried jism off her tits. Then a loud, slurping pussy-fart bubbled from between her raw cuntlips, followed by a thin stream of Mr. Schultz's cum.
Holding both hands over her mouth, Candy inhaled sharply and gasped. "You were out fucking!" she said, remembering the scene she had witnessed earlier between her mother and her horny brother.
"Where did you think I was? At church?"
"But Mom fucked at church once."
"Yeah, but did she get paid for it?" Sandy said, holding out the twenty-dollar bill.
Candy took it and unfolded the soggy paper. "You got all this just to fuck?"
"No, stupid," Sandy said. "I had to baby-sit, too."
"That's no fair," Candy said, pouting. "We're supposed to do that together."
"Mom gets all the money, anyway, so what difference does it make?"
Candy then looked down at her twin sister's wounded pussy. "What was it like? And who was it? Tell me, tell me!"
"It was just Mr. Schultz."
"Mr. Schultz! Mom said he has the biggest dick in the whole town. How did he get it all inside you, anyway? I bet you're lying."
Sandy sat up quickly and snarled at her sister. "Oh, yeah? Well, just look at this. I can prove I was fucking." She reached down and pulled back her tender pussy-flaps. Bits of her torn cherry and gobs of cum oozed out of her cunt-hole. "See?"
Candy stooped over and peered intently at her sister's pussy. "Okay, I believe you. But since you snuck away by yourself, you can't baby-sit with me tonight."
"What do you mean?"
Candy crossed her arms at held her chin high. "Mr. Karp called right after dinner and he needs a babysitter tomorrow. And you can't go."
"I don't care," Sandy said.
"And I'm going to fuck with him, too!"
"You are not."
"Yes I am."
"Unh-uh!"
Then the two girls started wrestling, hitting each other with pillows. It wasn't long before they fell asleep, exhausted from their playful flatting.
When she heard the horn honk outside, Candy ran to the door. "Bye, Mom!" she yelled, making one last-minute adjustment on her new bra before leaving. "I'll be home late!"
Opening the back door of the Karp's big station wagon, Candy climbed inside. She leaned over the back of the front seat – as close to Mr. Karp as possible.
"Well, hello Sandy," he said.
"I'm Candy," she replied, blinking her eyes like she had seen an actress do in a movie on TV.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I always get you girls mixed up."
"You won't after tonight," Candy said, winking.
"I beg your pardon, young lady," said. Mrs. Karp, suddenly turning around to glare at the young girl.
"It's just that I'm such a good babysitter, you'll want me to come back all the time."
Mr. Karp reached over and stroked his wife's knee. Then he turned back to Candy and said, "Don't mind Mrs. Karp, dear. She's not always like this. Lately she's just been a little…"
"Shut up, Andy. Shut up and drive."
Winking at the girl, Mr. Karp shifted the car into gear and sped down the tree-lined suburban street. Candy tried to look over his shoulder and stare at his cock without Mrs. Karp noticing. When Mr. Karp shifted his leg over to hit the brake pedal, Candy got a good glimpse of his bulge. Just then, she breathed hotly with excitement across the man's neck – and she could have sworn she saw his prick twitch in his pants.
"Well, here we are," he said, stopping in front of his house. "There's leftovers in the fridge and Rosemary bought a bunch of Cokes for you and the kids. Make yourself at home, and we'll be home early."
Candy bounced out of the car and waved goodbye. After making sure she got in the house all right, Mrs. Karp turned to her husband and said, "You know, that Fildert girl is growing every day. And she'll probably turn out just like her mother – a big dirty slut! I still don't know why you hired her. Andy… Andy! Wipe that stupid grin off your face and get this car moving!"
"Yes, dear."
After finally getting the bratty Karp kids to go up to bed, Candy went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Opening the refrigerator, she stared at the shelves of food and drinks before opening up the crisper. Reaching into the pile of vegetables, she brought out a big juicy cucumber. The thought of Mr. Karp's fat cock had been bothering her all night, making her pussy drool constantly. And now she had to do something about it.