"Aaaaogoghhhh! Ohh, shit… so gooooood!" the girl screamed, thrashing around out of control as super-intense sensations ripped through her cunt and asshole. She dug her fingernails into Karp's back and bucked her hips wildly. And her pussy began gushing wave after wave of cum-sauce. Soon, the whole garage was filled with the constant squishing and slurping sounds of Mr. Karp's cock sluicing in and out of Candy's mushy cunt.
The big man brought the soiled hanky up to his nose and inhaled deeply as he spurted the last wads of jism into Candy's pussy. He rubbed the handkerchief all around his nose until the edges of his nostrils won tinted brown.
"Ohhh, baby, what'd I tell you?" he sighed, licking the end of the knotted fabric. "Ohhhh, so damn good, I can't believe it!"
"Mmmmmm, I love it," Candy cooed, kissing his chest.
They fucked slower and slower, enjoying the sloppy feeling of cum and fuck-sauces squishing around between their compressed bellies. Mr. Karp was breathing deeply and Candy pressed her ear up against his warm furry chest to listen to his heart beating frantically. Then they wound down together, purring in each other's arms.
Then Candy coyly tapped Mr. Karp on the shoulder. When he opened his eyes and smiled at her, the girl said, "We better get back now. I left the lights on in your house and the door is still open."
The big man grinned. "I could give a big fat shit," he said, laughing. "All I want to do is fuck."
Candy giggled. "Okay, but first I have to blow my nose," she said sweetly.
Karp frowned and then his face lit up when he got the joke. Slapping the knotted handkerchief across her forehead, he said, "You're a clever cunt."
They both laughed happily and then hugged each other tight.
CHAPTER FIVE
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.