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.