When Candy woke up the next morning, she had a vicious burning in her tender asshole. Sunlight blasted in through her bedroom window and she shielded her eyes with one hand and massaged her sore ass with the other.
But as the memories of last night's fuck session with Mr. Karp began flashing through her mind. Candy's pussy began growing warm and moist. She moved her hand around from her asshole and eased it below the crotchband of her panties to begin stroking her pubic bush. But just as she was about to slide a finger into the wet gash between her puffy pussy-lips, Candy felt something strange. There was something stuffed into her cunt, something weird.
Candy threw off her bedspread and covers so she could stare down at her pussy. Her panties were splotched with grease and oil from Mr. Karp's workbench, and thick crusty blotches of cum stained the nylon fabric. But as she peeled her panties down, Candy saw that a crinkled up old fifty-dollar bill had been stuffed into her teenage cunt.
That's more than twice as much as Sandy got! Candy told herself gleefully. And Mom's gonna really be surprised. And happy, too!
Just then, the door to the twins' bedroom burst open. The little rubber-tipped spring behind the door throbbed and twanged. Sandy woke up and began rubbing her eyes. Startled, Candy ran to her sister's side, and the two of them hugged one another.
Dave stood there laughing, rubbing his crotch. "Okay, cunts," he called out. "Get your stinky pussies out of bed. We got things to do today and places to see."
"You stupid shit," Candy called out to her brother. "Why don't you get out of here and leave us alone. We've been working hard for Mom and we need some rest."
"Yeah," Sandy said, snarling. "I bet we made more money so far than you did. I gave Mom twenty dollars yesterday."
Candy hopped up onto her knees, bouncing on her sister's bed. "That's right," she said. "And look at this, ugly." The girl held her pussy-juice-encrusted fifty-dollar bill aloft, wafting that stale scent of aunt under her sister's nose.
Dave just laughed harder. Shaking his head in exaggerated disgust, he grabbed his crotch with both hands. "Big deal," he said, unbuttoning the fly on his jeans. "I've been giving Mom something worth more than that stupid money." Grinning lasciviously, the teen reached in and brought out his rubbery half-hard cock. "Mom just can't get enough of this stuff. She loves it."
Sandy and Candy grabbed their noses and waved their hands at their brother. "Get out of here. Your prick stinks like shit."
"Ah, shut up, you dumb cunts," Dave said. "I just think I'll jack off on your faces and make you eat my cum for breakfast. Look out, whores!"
With that, Dave ran over and jumped up on Sandy's bed, waving his cock around until it got nice and hard. His prick-tip was filled with blood and wagged up and down in one blurry streak of hot crimson. His dick was so close to Candy's face that she could feel the heat emanating from her brother's bloated cock-head.
For a moment, Candy found herself hypnotized by the raw power of Dave's fiery red cock, but then she blinked her eyes and snapped out of it. Even though she felt her pussy begin to gush fresh streams of cunt-sauce, she drew her hand back and slapped Dave's dick-tip as hard as she could.
"Ahhhh! You stupid bitch cunt!" the teen yelled, falling down next to Sandy on the bed.
In an instant, the two sisters were on top of their brother, mashing their stale cunts all around his head. He groaned from the smell of early-morning pussy-stench, flailing his arms about, trying to get his stinky sisters off his head.
Sandy squeezed her legs tighter around her brother's head and then she looked over at her sister. The two girls seemed to get the same idea at the same time and clapped their hands joyfully.
"Okay, you asshole," Sandy said, rubbing her filthy pussy-flaps across Dave's nose. "Here comes your breakfast drink!"
The two girls, holding down their brother securely, spread their legs wide and shot out two hot blasts of girl-piss into his face.
"Agggghhhh!" he screamed as the hot salty liquid stung his eyes. "Stop it! Please! Yaaaaahhhhh!"
But Sandy and Candy continued shooting, their pent-up morning piss into Dave's face, laughing mirthfully. They hugged one another as they trapped Dave's face between their legs and whizzed into his face freely.
The two girls' laughter was soon augmented by a deeper, fuller laugh. The twins looked up to see their mother standing in the doorway. Mrs. Fildert smiled down at her playful brood and licked her lips. "Keep it up, girls," she said, smiling. "That's the funniest thing I've seen since Dave tried to fuck me in the ass."
The struggling Fildert boy thrashed madly on the bed. "Oh, Mom!" he called out. "You promised you wouldn't tell!"
Roxanne laughed richly. She calmly rubbed one of her large tits through her sheer nightgown and said, "Don't worry, son. It's all in fun."
"You said it, Mom!" Candy called out.
Soon, everyone in the room was laughing. And shortly thereafter, the Fildert family was embracing one another, wallowing in the sloppy wet heat of a piss-drenched bed.
"Oh, you kids…" Roxanne said, a tear coming to her eye. "You… you make me feel… feel so… good."
A sudden hush enveloped the family. They all clutched one another tighter, relishing this moment of sublime closeness. Routine reached her arms around her three kids and began rocking them all back and forth.
Smiling, the happy woman said, "You kids don't know how much you mean to me. I love you all so much…"
Silently, Candy reached down and retrieved the fifty dollars she had earned the night before. Wiping the urine-soaked bill on her sister's pillow, Candy handed the money to her mother.
Mrs. Fildert sighed deeply and ran her fingers through Candy's hair. She nodded and clutched the money tightly, closing her eyes and tilting her head up as if to give thanks.
Candy leaned over and kissed her mom on the neck, gently stroking her hand across Roxanne's suddenly erect nipple. Dave looked up and smiled at Roxanne before gently nipping at the succulent flesh of her thighs. And Sandy boldly reached down and began stroking her mother's hot, raspy pussy-bush.
The three children began breathing hotly, stroking harder and licking their lips lewdly. They tried to pull Roxanne down onto the bed. They tried to pull her into the pool of hot fresh piss so they could all wallow mindlessly, enjoying their deep love.
But the big-titted housewife strained against her children's demands and managed to raise herself up off the sopping mattress.
"I love you all," Roxanne announced, wrapping the fifty-dollar bill around one of her deliciously long fingers. "But I'm afraid we have a lot to do today. Come on, now. Let's get cleaned up and have some good breakfast."
After a satisfying meal of hot cakes and sausage, the Fildert's all piled into their station wagon and headed for the kennels. It was Saturday and Dave had to work, and the girls thought they'd all go out and see just what it was Dave did for a living.
As they drove across town, Dave did his best to impress the girls, and his mother, pretending he was the real breadwinner of the family now that his father had passed away. Sandy, Candy and Roxanne allowed him to play his little game, for they were all still mellow and delighted after experiencing such a wonderful closeness earlier in the day.
The kennels were on the outskirts of town, and on the way there the Fildert's passed by Mr. Schultz's grocery store. It just so happened that he was out setting up a produce display on the sidewalk when the Fildert car stopped for a red light. Sandy leaned out of the car window and slipped her index finger back and forth between her lips swiftly when she saw the man who had given her such a good time in the hot tub. Upon noticing the Fildert girl, Mr. Schultz almost dumped a crate of tomatoes onto the street, he was so surprised. A few minutes later, the Fildert car passed Mr. Karp's gas station. He happened to be out front putting up new price signs when he saw Candy waving at him frantically. Remembering how she had come so violently after he had ripped the knotted handkerchief from Candy's asshole, Mr. Karp tripped over a gas hose and plastic numbers slipped from his grasp to clatter against the pavement.
But the remainder of the drive out to the kennels was uneventful. As Dave drove, Mrs. Fildert smiled back at her two daughters who sat up straight in the back seat.
Then Dave turned off onto the dirt road that led to the kennels. Parking the car under the big sign that advertised the Kozy Dog Kennels, Dave breathed a sigh of relief and switched off the ignition.
"Oh, by the way, Mom," Dave said, trying to act important, "my boss, Mr. Dackel, has the hots for you. So be careful, okay?"
Roxanne laughed and patted her sort on the knee. "Now, Dave. You don't have to worry about me." Reaching into the Dave's crotch, the well-endowed widow gave her son's cock a healthy squeeze. "Besides, I've already got a man."
The teen blushed, but spread his legs wider nonetheless to give his mother a better angle.
Watching the action in the front seat, the twins began moving closer together, reaching out for one another. Sandy leaned over and gave her sister a deep soul-kiss, moving her hand down to stroke Candy's pussy.
Soon, all four Fildert's were writhing around in the car, moaning and breathing heavily. The twins squealed delightfully as they jammed their fingers in one another's juicing cunt. And Dave leaned over to try and gobble up as much of his mother's abundant tit-flesh as he could.
"Haaarrrumppphhh!" A loud masculine grunt echoed through the Fildert's station wagon. Dave sprang back and slapped against the door, bruising his back. His mother clutched at the edge of the car seat, breaking a fingernail. And the two girls in the back were plastered against the rear seat, frozen with shock.
Mr. Dackel stood just inside the driver's door. Scratching his belly, he leaned over and peered into the car.
"Well, what have we here?" he asked, smiling like he had just unearthed a fortune in buried treasure.
"Oh, ah, hi, Mr. Dackel," Dave said, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants without his boss noticing.
But Roxanne leaned over and provided the excited kennel owner with a view of the tops of her big soft tits. She smiled and licked her lips lasciviously.
Mr. Dackel squirmed through the window as far as he could, staring all the while at Mrs. Fildert's big breasts. Pushing Dave aside, the man said, "Pleased to meet you. Ah, I haven't seen you so, ah, lively since the funeral."
Roxanne offered her hand to Mr. Dackel and he fairly sucked her long supple fingers into his mouth under the pretense of giving her a polite kiss. As he temporarily lost himself in the delights of the widow's warm flesh, Mr. Dackel accidentally hit the horn button with his hip. Everyone in the car laughed jubilantly. Mr. Dackel blushed, at first, but it wasn't long before he was joining in the hilarity.
A few moments later, everyone had extracted themselves from the station wagon. It was a beautiful sunny day and the air was crisp and clean. Behind the main office building was a row of fenced cages filled with all sorts of big healthy dogs. Upon catching the scent of the visiting Fildert family, the dogs all rushed to one side of the compound and began barking wildly.
"Oh, don't mind them," Mr. Dackel said, placing his arm around Roxanne's bare shoulders. "They're just glad to see you."
Sandy and Candy stood close together, scared for the moment by the sight and sound of the ferocious dogs yapping violently and clawing at the chain link fence.
"Aw, come on, you dumb girls," Dave said, exhibiting the fact that he was not frightened in the least. "Whet are you afraid of, huh?"
Mr. Dackel held Roxanne tighter. "Dave, why don't you take your sisters over there and show them just what it is you do around here."
"Sure thing, boss," Dave replied.
The three took off and disappeared behind the main building. Then Mrs. Fildert looked up at Mr. Dackel and smiled seductively.
"You know, it's been tough without a man around," she said, sighing deeply and thrusting out her big tits.
"Yeah, that's what I heard… I mean… that's probably true," Mr. Dackel said, beginning to sweat. "Even in these liberated times."
Roxanne reached around Mr. Dackel's waist and gave him a hearty squeeze. "I knew you were an understanding man," she said. "There are more important things in this life than paychecks and promotions."
"R-r-right, Mrs. Fildert."
"Call me Roxanne, please."
"Whatever you say. And I'm Hal."
"Sure thing, boss," Roxanne said, smiling coquettishly.
As the dogs continued to howl and whine, the burly kennel owner led the buxom housewife into his office. Just before they walked through the door, Roxanne paused to look down the line of cages. By now, the dogs were drooling and yapping uncontrollably. She had to speak louder to make herself heard above the high-pitched yelps and wails of the frantic canines.
"They seem to be quite excited today," the woman said, gripping Mr. Dackel's arm tighter.
The big man paused to admire the beasts as they struggled against the chain link fence that buckled and creaked as more dogs piled against it, clawing and yipping.
"Yes, not many people know this," he said, staring down into Roxanne's eyes. "But the dog is one of the most sensitive members of the animal kingdom."
"If you say so, Hal," she replied, reaching up to stroke his chest, pausing to slip her fingers beneath his shirt, gently brushing her hot hand across his thick chest hair. "But I bet you're a pretty sensitive animal yourself, Hal."
He shook his head and laughed heartily. "And I thought the guys down at the Legion Hall were just telling stories about you."
"Pardon me?" Roxanne said, winking one eye quizzically.
"Oh, nothing, honey. Come on. Why don't we get inside and take a load off… or whatever."
With that, Mr. Dackel whisked the big-titted woman through the door. As she paused to catch her breath, he locked the door behind them and drew the shades. Breathing raggedly through his nose, staring intensely at Roxanne's heaving tits, Mr. Dackel began unbuttoning his shirt. His crotch began bulging out farther and farther.
"Yeah, baby, I been dreaming about this for a long time," Hal told her, flinging his shirt across a nearby couch. "Ever since that son of yours told me he was sticking it to you on a regular basis, I've just about had a constant hard-on."
Roxanne blushed and sighed deeply. "Well, Hal, I don't know what to say."
"Yeah, but when you do, how about tellin' it to my friend here?"
With that, the kennel owner unbuckled his trousers and whipped down his zipper. Yanking his briefs out of the way, he exposed his madly throbbing cock. Gripping his prick with his rough, rugged hand, he jacked himself a few times until a viscid drop of pre-cum oozed out to fill his mucousy piss-slit.
"Ooooo, it's so fucking big," Roxanne sighed as she dropped to her knees. "Please, let me suck it. Ooooo, yesssss!"
Scrambling across the floor until she was facing his crotch, Roxanne reached up and tugged his pants down to his knees. Scraping her bright-red fingernails up and down Hal's hairy thighs, she swirled her tongue all along her lips until they glistened with fresh hot spit. Her eyes half-closed with lust, she leaned forward and teased the tip of his cock with the end of her hot tongue.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he groaned, beginning to gyrate his hips. "I got enough spunk packed, into these balls to blast the back of your fucking head off."
Roxanne dug her fingernails deeper into his skin and moved her hands closer to his steaming crotch. She gently reached down and cupped his ball-sac, feeling his nuts lurch and churn with jism.
"I want it so bad," she said, blowing her deliciously hot breath across his blood-engorged cock-head, causing the little bubble of pre-cum to ripple and then stream down his taut prick-skin.
"I don't care if you want it or not," Hal said through clenched teeth, gasping. "You're gonna get it anyway."
"Mmmmmmm, so goooood. Mmmmmmm!"
Roxanne opened her mouth wide and cased her lips just over and around his prick-tip, making a vacuum seal just below the sloping edge of his slick cock-head. Then she swirled her tongue around and around ravenously, coating his dick with a liberal supply of saliva and pre-cum. She thrilled to the salty-sweet taste of his prick-flesh and snorted rapidly through her nostrils, sending streams of hot air down the length of his twitching cock-shaft.
Mr. Dackel reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair. Then he yanked her head into his crotch, forcing most of his hard cock-shaft deep into her throat. When he felt her bottom teeth nip the sensitive skin between his ball-sac and the base of his cock-shaft, he shuddered and moaned, grinding his dick into the back of her throat.
Roxanne thrilled to the feel of his blood-filled cock-veins sliding across her lips as Hal began a steady face-fucking rhythm. Her nose was pound into his thick tuft of cock-hair on the upstroke. The smell of his musky groin drove her wild, and already she could feel her cunt beginning to juice up. Hot pussy-sauce was starting to soak the front of her panties.
As his frantic thrusts became more powerful, Roxanne had to reach around and grip the man's clenching asscheeks in order to keep her balance. He groaned low and deep as she sunk her sharp fingernails into the taut flesh of his butt.
"Get it, baby!" he wailed. "Work on that cock like your life depended on it, bitch!"
"Mmmmmphhfff! Hmmmphfff!" she cried, arching her head back so he could get a better fuck angle down her throat.
As Roxanne hung on tightly, the big man fucked into her face with all his strength. The pain in her scalp was intense as he fairly ripped her hair out by the roots, but she continued sucking as best she knew how. Faster and faster his cock went slamming into her mouth, his balls slapping mercilessly against her chin. Hot juices were leaking out between her securely sucking lips and soon long strands of spittle hung down from her face, the ends tangling in the curly hairs on his thighs.
She tried to scoot up closer to him so she could grind her big tits against his legs, trying to ease the tingling itch that was beginning to agitate her nipples. Each time he fucked hard into her face, Roxanne thrust her its forward to rub her erect tit-tips against his legs. Hot flashes of lust were coursing through her breasts, spreading in warm waves down her belly and into her mushy pussy.
"Baby, I can feel it coming! Yeahhhh, I'm gonna shoot a heavy load! Ooohhhhh, yeahhhh!"
It seemed as if his cock was growing even larger in Roxanne's mouth as she felt his taut cum-tube begin to spasm against her lower lip. She eased two fingers into his tightly clasped asscheeks searching for his greasy asshole. Knowing that Hal was about to shoot his load deep into her throat, she wanted to jam a finger into his ass-passage to make the pleasure more intense for him. But the frenzied manner in which the big man was whipping his hips back and forth made it difficult for Roxanne to keep her face securely attached to his prick-shaft without the support of both hands.
Losing her grip for just a moment caused her mouth to slip off the end of Hal's cock. She quickly grabbed his sticky prick-shaft in her fist, trying to ram his dick back into her mouth, but it was too late.
"Here it comes, cunt! Take it, yeahhh, take it all!"
The first blast of his jism splattered and sizzled right in Roxanne's eye. With her vision blurred, she watched as more and more blobs of hot cum spurted into her face until she couldn't see any longer. She tried to stick her tongue out all the way and get her mouth in position to receive a few jets of his cum, and was soon rewarded with several sticky gouts of jism which she swallowed ardently.
"Mmmmm! More! Give me more!" she cried, her voice thick and distorted as if she had a big lump of peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth. Soon, her throat was clogged with curdled clumps of spunk, the hot greasy white stuff seeping between her lips.
"Ooooo, yeah, baby, you really know how to suck cock," he sighed, patting her on top of the head. "And since you did such a good job, I guess you deserve a reward."
Roxanne looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. She licked her cum-drenched lips and waited patiently far the kennel owner's next move.
He leaned over and slipped his massive hands under her arms and lifted her up. Pulling up her skirt, he slipped a finger under her panties and tested her pussy for wetness.
"Yeah, that feels good and juicy," he said, pulling out his finger and admiring the glossy sheen of fresh cunt-sauce. "So now you get to let me fuck you senseless."
Hal tore off the rest of his clothes and then pushed Roxanne down onto the couch. She followed suit and wriggled out of her blouse and panties. Spreading her legs wide, she reached down and parted her bloated outer cunt-lips, revealing her wet pussy-hole.
The dogs outside continued barking as if they were somehow aware that Mr. Dackle was about to ram his fat cock deep into Roxanne's pussy. But just on the other side of their cages could be heard the sound of laughing children. Dave was back there showing off for his sisters in a small grassy meadow.
"And this is Scruffy," the teen said to Sandy and Candy. Dave held a big Doberman pinscher who tugged ferociously on his leash. "Now watch how good I've got him trained."
Letting the big dog go, Dave watched proudly as the Doberman bit into the leg of an inflatable plastic woman doll he had placed in the middle of the little field.
The two twin girls stared in wonder.
"Oh, Dave," Sandy said. "You're so smart."
"Yeah, Dave. You're such a great brother," Candy added.
The teen smiled and then blew across his fingernails, rubbing them across the front of his shirt.