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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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