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Daddy's Hot Twins
By Jason Cannon
Chapter 6
Back in her own room, Cindy stood shaking. It was almost like a
sexual hangover. She and her sister were just alike; they both
couldn't get enough sex. It was just like some kind of strange
disease; but a good disease.
Eating her sister had turned her juices on all over again. She didn't
want to go back to the hairbrush and it would do little good to go
back to Candy's room and repeat the same performance.
She decided to slide into bed and dream herself into a masturbation
come. She had so turned her pussy on and tuned it to her mind over
the years that she could come easily just thinking about sex and
rubbing her thighs together over the nub of her clitoris.
Cindy opened a drawer and took out a nightgown. Then, thinking why
bother, she folded it neatly and dropped it back in the drawer.
Completely naked, she turned and padded barefoot across the thickly
carpeted floor to her bed.
She pulled back the covers and slid beneath them. Then she changed
her mind again and kicked them free of her body. She massaged one
breast with her left hand and let her other hand float down to the
furry patch between her spread thighs.
Slowly, gently she rubbed her fingers up and down her wet furrow as
she closed her eyes and let sleep slip a cover over her mind. She saw
a cock, and then a second cock. In half sleep she inserted a finger
up her bunghole and imagined that it was one of the cocks entering her
asshole. Her thumb became the other cock and it went easily up her
cunt.
Then, fully asleep, she started to dream that she was being fucked.
The face beyond the cocks was familiar. Then, she recognized it and
smiled. It was the face of her new-found father.
* * *
In her bath, Candy had slipped to the very edge of sleep. She was
brought back by the sound of slightly shuffling, bare feet on the
bathroom tile.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up. It was a man, or rather a
boy, of about fifteen or sixteen. He wore a robe and looked directly
at her floating breasts with a smile on his face and in his eyes.
"My God," Candy gasped and lowered her body in the water, hiding her
nakedness beneath the bubbles.
"You're very beautiful," he said.
"Who ... who are you?" Candy said, "and how did you get in here?"
"I suppose," he said, matter-of-factly, "that you would call me your
brother. But actually we're probably going to be much closer than
that. I'm Gilbert, and I just walked in."
He sat down on the edge of the tub and suddenly Candy saw the
resemblance. He looked very much like Zachery, only with blond hair.
"What do you want?" Candy said, still afraid even though he seemed to
be telling her the truth.
"Just to look at you ... really. My brother and I watched you make
love with your sister. It was very beautiful."
"You ... you did?" Candy said, staring at him intently. Then she
felt her body responding to his eyes; his strange stare. Then she
knew why; they were the same bottomless, all-seeing eyes that she had
already seen that day, the eyes that had already looked right through
her.
They were Zachery's eyes.
"Raise up so I can see your tits," he told her. "They are truly
beautiful breasts ... almost exactly like my mother's."
Candy looked at his open mouth, saw his hands tremble, and couldn't
mistake the avid look in his pale eyes. She straightened even more,
bringing her shoulders back to let her breasts surge forward as much
as possible.
"Beautiful breasts," he said. "They make my cock real hard. See?"
He opened his robe and a ten-inch cock popped to attention, the head
of it almost hitting Candy's chin. She gasped at the size of such a
tool on such a young, small-bodied boy.
Seeing his cock combined with the feeling she had already felt for
Zachery to make her pussy tingle with a new need.
"Can I touch your tits?" he said.
"Yes," Candy said, trancelike, "touch my nipples and make them hard!"
His mouth began to close and his tongue slipped between his lips. He
lifted his hand tentatively, as if he was approaching something almost
too delicate to touch, and laid it against the pink tip of her left
breast. He rubbed it and it began to stiffen immediately.
Then he did the same with the other breast. He was breathing hard,
even perspiring a little. Suddenly he lunged with his open hand and
roughly grasped the entire left globe of her tit.
"Gentle," Candy exclaimed, the pain bringing her out of her trance a
little. "Be gentle."
"I'm sorry," he said, quickly releasing his hand. "It's just
frustrating to look and touch such beauty and not be able to do
anything ... you know, like fuck."
"I haven't said that you couldn't fuck me, Gilbert," Candy said, the
kinship of their naked bodies suddenly eroding all her previous fears
of this strange boy.
"Oh, I know you didn't," he replied. "Father and Mother did. They
said we can't fuck you girls yet."
* * *
Cindy felt the weight of a body sitting on the side of the bed. For a
few moments, as she fought upward from the depths of sleep, she
thought it was just part of the wild sex dream she was having.
But when the bed started rocking and bouncing beneath her she knew it
was more than just the dream. She came further awake to the low moans
and grunts of someone very close to her.
Her urge to ignore the noise that had awakened her and return to sleep
was overwhelming, and she probably would have drifted off again if she
hadn't realized the sexual burning her fingers had caused in her
pussy.
She was soaking wet between her legs and hotter than she had been
before lying down.
The grunting and panting beside her now took on much more
significance. She became aware of the rocking, jerking motion of the
bed.
Then she heard a voice.
"Beautiful tits ... beautiful legs ... sweet, wet pussy ...
beautiful, beautiful."
It was the voice of Zachery. It was her father sitting on the bed
beside her naked body.
Suddenly Cindy's eyes sprang open. She had to allow a moment to pass
before her brain could fully register the sight in front of her.
In the dim light she could discern a man's shape looming above her.
He was sitting, yoga-style, on the bed beside her. He was so close
that his knees brushed her naked shoulder and hip with each movement
he made.
As her eyes adjusted more to the semi-darkness, she realized that he
was, like her, stark naked.
She gasped and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out but a
frightened croak. Involuntarily, her muscles began tensing with the
terror that flooded her veins and slammed into her temples. She felt
herself become immobilized, helpless, and this only heightened her
terror. She began trembling.
Wide-eyed, her gaze narrowed on the sweat-streaked face above her.
The man's face seemed to be contorted with pain. In his eyes there
was a curious mixture of pain and lust.
He was watching her intently. She was almost fully awake now and he
obviously knew it. There was a pleading, almost sobbing, urgency to
his voice when he spoke.
"I wish I could fuck you ... relieve the fire in your cunt that
you've made with your hand ... but I don't dare."
She looked closer.
And then she saw him clearly. The resemblance was amazing. He looked
exactly like a younger version of Zachery. He was a blond-haired boy
of about thirteen or fourteen that looked and sounded exactly like his
father. She knew he must be one of the sons Zachery had mentioned
earlier.
Cindy's eyes moved trancelike down his raging, firm body until, at
last, they focused on the source of the jerking motion. He was
stroking one of the biggest, most beautifully erect cocks Cindy had
ever seen. The head of it was as big as her fist and the eye in it
spurted tiny flecks of white sperm. Cum spilled from his cockhead
with every motion of his hand.
"I just want to come," he said.
"Who are you?" Cindy replied, her voice foreign to her own ears.
"I'm your brother ... or half-brother, I guess," he gasped. "My
name's Rudolph, but please call me Rudy ... oh, you're so beautiful.
I watched you suck your sister's cunt. My brother, Gilbert, is with
her now ... but he can't fuck her either."
Cindy was in no mental condition to care who the boy was or where his
brother was. He might be a boy, but he had the cock of a man and she
wanted it.
Something clicked in Cindy's mind. She knew, from the look on his
strained face, that the boy's climax was imminent.
"What do you mean you can't fuck me?" she asked, her entire
concentration riveted on the swollen tip of his cock.
Her eyes were riveted with unwavering fascination to the thick
cockpole, the head of which poked out of his fist with each stroke he
took. She was able to see the tautly swollen glans, the tiny opening,
and the swelling under the pressure of the piston like fist that
pumped it.
She wanted it, she wanted this boy's cock. She had to have it.
"I ... just ... can't ... believe me, I can't ... but I'd love ...
to," he panted.
"But you're going to come," Cindy said.
"Yes ... yes."
"Don't waste it ... don't waste it," she said. "Put it in my mouth
then! If you can't fuck my pussy put your cum in my mouth ... hurry,
HURRY BEFORE YOU SHOOT!"
* * *
Gilbert had let his hand trail down Candy's belly and disappear
beneath the bubbles. His fingers had pried apart the lips of her cunt
and now half his fist was up her hole and she was writhing and
groaning in need.
Her own hand was pressed around the huge thickness of his male meat
and she was wildly thrashing it. At the same time she was trying to
bend it toward her open, waiting mouth.
"Oh fuck me!" she said. "Put it in me ... fill my cunthole with
your cock!"
"I can't ... I can't," he groaned, recoiling from the soft, insistent
touch of her female fingers on his tool. "Not yet ... I just can't."
Her mind was curious about his meaning but her body was crazy with
lust at the sight of such a beautiful, big hard cock. There was also
something about his look, the nearness of his naked body, and the
stiff hugeness of his naked cock that was sending her body into spasms
of need greater than any she had ever felt before.
"God ... I need it, I tell you," she cried, standing in the tub and
rubbing her furry, wet triangle over his face.
"I'll eat you," he said, "while you eat me."
"No ... no," Candy cried. "I want you in me."
"I can't ... not in your cunt," he groaned.
Candy jumped from the tub and wiggled to the floor. She spread her
knees wide and wiggled her spread buttocks at him.
"Then my ass," she cried, "put your meat up my asshole ... fuck it
... fuck me, please. HURRY!"
* * *
On the bed, Cindy's eyes blinked. This young boy was like a magician
drawing her face to his man-sized, rigid cock. She felt not only a
great wave of desire, but also tenderness well up within her as he
moved toward her. It was something she had never felt before about
any man, much less a mere boy. She had felt a little of the same
feeling with Zachery, but she now felt it fully for this boy who
looked so like him.
She wanted that cock.
She wanted to kiss it, to pay homage to it. Never before had she
wanted a cock as badly. It was like her body had become a slave of
his lust without yet tasting the fruits of it.
"You want to suck my prick?" Rudy asked, calmly.
"Yes," Cindy said, "I want your fuck juice, your cum in my mouth more
than anything else in the whole world right now."
"Then eat it ... suck it!" he said, releasing his cock and spreading
his knees wide.
Still lying on her back, Cindy bent her knees and shoulders to slip
across the bed so that his thick, pulsing cock was directly above her
pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hard red-tipped lance.
"Beautiful ... hard ... good hard meat," she whimpered. "Put it in
my mouth! Fuck my face with your cock!"
All reason, all reality left the girl as the dripping cock-head
lowered itself toward her waiting lips.
She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge beneath
the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it.
This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy,
coming from the fires that were being kindled within her, and the huge
throbbing cockhead that was still oozing love juice from its tiny eye.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated head with
her tongue as though she were evaluating it. Her moistly parted lips
kissed the underside of it. He quivered like a powerful stallion at
bay as she licked on his rigid tool.
Then her wetly quivering tongue lashed out, making maddening circles
around the entire lust-swollen head of his cock. Her own nakedly
aroused body reacted and trembled with a new urgency.
Sighing with pleasure, she opened her lips and moved her head forward
so that his cock slipped into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She
began to suck, a gentle sucking made up of little milking motions.
Her hair tumbled forward as she opened her mouth to let him feed it
into her face. Then, with the throbbing head admitted to her mouth,
she went wild. It was as if she were trying to swallow the whole
swollen length in one tremendous gulp. She ran her mouth straight
down on his prick and let it stay there.
Her body shook and quaked when she felt the hugeness engulf her tongue
and run down her throat. It was as though she had, at last, been
fulfilled, as though she had found the cock that she had been looking
so hard for, so long. It was as though she were completing her circle
of life as she took his thick pulsating hardness inside the velvet
warmth of her throat.
His hands dropped to her hair and urged, pulled her prick-stuffed
mouth even closer to him. She had begun running her tongue along the
sensitive underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great
mountains of desire to build up in his belly.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck on it ... good ... so good. Take it
all!"
He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from
her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second
later, he was straddling her nakedly quivering breasts with his own
buttocks and kneeling above her face.
"Yes ... oh, yes," she cried, seeing his intent. "Fuck my face!"
He began jerking his hips forward, driving his saliva-coated prick in
and out of her mouth in long, deep strokes.
Cindy cupped his buttocks with her hands. She loved to have her face
fucked in such a manner. It satisfied some wild, masochistic pleasure
in her. She was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction
now except back and forth on his hotly pulsating shaft. She bobbed,
using her tongue and her teeth on the ridge of his cockhead with each
backswing.
Rudy sighed and then groaned with absolute pleasure. He slowly moved
his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the tender lips of a
hot, sweetly wet cunt, could slide along the wetly glistening staff of
his jerking prick.
He might be young, Cindy thought, but he fucks like he has been doing
it for ages. Her mind spun. Oh shit, she thought wildly, how good,
how fucking good this cock would feel in my pussy.
But, oddly enough, she could feel the rising passion enveloping her
clitoris and she wasn't even touching the little piece of throbbing
meat at the top of her slit. She was going to come soon, just sucking
on his cock.
Weird, very weird, she mused, but fantastic.
Cindy tested his balls. They throbbed in her hand. She knew that, he
too, would soon come. She could feel the boiling cauldron of semen
seeking to escape.
She looked up at the ecstasy on his face and knew he was loving the
sucking she was giving his prick. She saw him put both hands on his
hips and straighten his shoulders so he could look straight down at
her as he sawed in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth. Her delicate
lips contrasted with the angry brown of his cockshaft as it pistoned
like a pile-driver between them.
Cindy, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his
words as he cautioned her to be careful or he would come, come right
in her mouth.
She merely sucked all the harder, wanting to taste his spunk, wanting
that boiling eruption to flood her mouth and fill her belly.
The thrusting hips meshed with the bobbing motion of her head now.
His prick was sliding easily along the slippery trail of her tongue
and into the far reaches of her throat. The cock hair on his crotch
advanced and retreated, tickling her nose and chin. Even the first
discomfort of such an enormous cock battering against the tender
tissues of her mouth was being transformed into a curious mixture of
pleasure and pain.
Soon she would have his salty cum in her belly. Come, come, her mind
cried, feed me your spend, pour your juice into my mouth.
Oh Jesus, she thought, I'm coming too. I'm coming beautifully,
sweetly, like a fucking dam breaking, my juice soaking the bed under
my ass.
"Oh, shit, fuck ... OHHHHHHH!" Rudy was groaning, "You're sucking my
balls right out the head of my cock. You're sucking me to death. I
love it. It's great ... beautiful. Your mouth is so beautiful ...
like a soft cunt. I'm fucking a beautiful woman's mouth ... I'm
fucking my sister's mouth."
The signs of his impending orgasm made Cindy's blood boil. The
quickening pace, his labored breathing and shouting, the growling
noises coming from deep in his throat, the sudden tingling along the
underside of his prick--it was all a signal, warning her that the dam
in his balls was about to spurt.
And suddenly, it did. Rudy began fighting with his own body, torn
apart by the involuntary quakings of his nervous system.
Then, almost in revenge, his whole body ruptured. He erupted in
violent answer to all the teasing and sucking she had done on his
cock. He went crazy. He was trying to tear Cindy's hair out, choke
her with his meat, fill her to bursting with the spurting, brutal jets
from the head of his spewing prick.
Coping with his wildness wasn't easy for Cindy. She had always been
in control with a man before. And this was a boy, but a boy with a
man's cock and a superman's desire to fuck.
Cindy felt as though he had put a whole ocean into her mouth and that
she was drowning in the flood that had gushed from his balls. She
kept at it until she imagined herself ten times her size--a giantess
who could swallow an entire ocean of cum. This made the release of
his sperm and its amount easier to understand and cope with.
After a few moments, he staggered away from her mouth, leaving it
ravaged and beaten. She looked as if she had been punched in the
lips. They were rubbed raw with the friction of his cock.
His meat hung slack, as saliva and sperm trickled from a corner of her
lips over her chin.
And still she was smiling. She had come, wildly, and she hadn't even
touched her pussy. She had erupted like a volcano just by sucking his
cock.
"You were wonderful," he gasped, fisting his meat, and squeezing the
last remnants of his mountain of juice out onto her cheeks.
"So were you," Cindy said, and she meant it, even though for a moment
she thought he was going to choke her to death with his cock.
But his come had been like a river that had instigated her own
rapturous climax. She remembered Gorn Plato's huge prick in her pussy
the night before. Even the giant, with his thick trunk of cockmeat
directly in her pussy, had not been able to bring on such an eruption
in her hole.
Yes, she thought, there was something very strange.
"Cindy?"
"What?"
"It will be wonderful when the time comes to fuck you. You suck as
good as my Mother ... I'll bet you fuck even better."
Continued...
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