I Think...
I think about Amy a lot. She’s
11, nearly 12, and is, as they say, on
the cusp of maturing. Puberty’s just beginning to wind up her
childhood,
consigning it to what will become memory and nostalgia and her
body’s beginning
to move into that awkward half world where a child’s not
quite a young woman
and a young woman’s not quite a child. Her face is beginning
to show the high
cheekbones and elegant lines of a someone who will be beautiful.
Already she
has the full mouth and those wide, honey-brown eyes are losing their
innocence
and gaining their curiosity. Her body’s still got some way to
go; her breasts
are little more than smooth rises on her chest, but her hips are taking
on a
pleasing shape already and her legs, long and tanned and smooth, are to
die for.
I’m sure you know the one. I’m sure
you’re a Watcher, just like me.
I think about Amy and then I think about
her sister, Isobel, or Izzy for
short. I think about Amy lowering her dreamily smiling face to her
sister’s
pussy with its soft, thin patch of pubic hair. Izzy has just turned 16
and,
though she has a way to go in terms of maturity, she is delightfully
formed as
it is. Small but defined breasts, long and shapely legs and the kind of
tight,
pert rump you want to alternately kiss and beat red. Her face is less
defined
than Amy’s, softer and calmer with it somehow, but she is
beautiful too, in her
own way. Long hair you want to wrap your fingers in and a full, pouting
mouth
to drive your cock deep into as you hold her tight.
I think about fucking Amy as she
lovingly, gently laps and caresses Izzy
with her mouth and fingers. I think about sliding into the exquisite,
smooth
pussy, feeling the resistance of her flesh, hearing the half-hitched
breath as
the feels me meet that resistance and, no doubt as she gives a small,
wistful
cry, push past it.
I think about withdrawing having claimed
Amy’s virginity and seeing the
slickness of her cunt juice mingled with the rose-red blood of her
innocence. I
think about that and I think about Izzy sliding across, eyes greedy and
raptly
fascinated as she slips me into her mouth and begins to slowly, almost
tenderly
suck and lick me clean.
I think about my cock glistening with
her spit and saliva and her
smiling at me as I roll onto my back, Izzy rising to her knees and then
straddling me, sinking her sweet, hot adoration down over my shaft, the
heat
and grip of her taking my breath away as she sinks down fully, eyes
closed,
head to her chest and breathing deeply, appreciatively.
I think about fucking her, slowly,
lovingly, as a father should,
reaching up to cup and squeeze and twist the flesh of her breasts as
she rides
me. And then I see Amy with her mock pout, playing the left-out one,
the
three’s a crowd role, bright eyes wondering how she can be of
use.
I think about her kissing her older
sister with a kind of slow intensity
that makes me swell inside Izzy’s exquisite body, their
tongues slow-dancing
with each other. I’m on the cusp of orgasm when Izzy, a
knowing look on her
face, lifts off of me and kneels to the side, looking with meaningful
eyes at a
tentative but willing Amy.
I think about Amy straddling me then,
think about her lowering herself
down, Izzy gripping my cunt-slick cock and making sure the aim is true
as Amy
sinks down onto my tip, a wide eyed and open mouth look on her face.
She sinks
down further and the looks turns to one of discomfort and even pain as
her body
tries admirably to make room for me. And then Izzy is there, kissing a
path
from Amy’s ear around her cheek to her mouth where they
resume their lips
locked ballet, Izzy’s hands freely and softly stroking
exploring her younger
sister. Amy throws her head back and, wincing with eyes squeezed shut,
teeth
gritted, pushes herself down to the base of me.
I think I might cum there and then and
it’s only the pain of her cunt
gripping me with breath-taking ferocity that holds me in check.
Instead, with
infinite care and slowness, I take her small, pert little ass in my
hands and
begin to lift her up and down, little by little, bit by bit. Her
gritted teeth
slowly, inevitably, beautifully soften, separate and begin to
appreciate the
pleasure she is getting. By the time my orgasm is once more boiling
inside me,
she is leaning back and biting softly on her lower lip. Izzy strokes
and kisses
her breasts with the love and tenderness a sister should always have.
I think that Amy, even at her tender
age, senses my rapidly approaching
pleasure and, like her sister, does not want it to come until she is
ready to
receive it properly and so lifts herself off. My cock stands rigid,
glistening
with her juice, throbbing gently but visibly. I moan with frustration
but my
sound is cut off as Izzy covers my mouth with her own, full and firm
lips
crushing hard and passionately against my own, her tongue exploring
with languid,
exquisite intent. As I kiss the girl, I feel Amy’s lips slide
hotly over the
engorged tip of my cock, taking me into the warm, wet maw of her mouth
and my
orgasm seems to squeeze the breath from my lungs as it crowds my
senses,
demanding indulgence. Amy’s mouth is gone seconds later and I
lie gasping and
shaking with need and hunger. Izzy, too, backs away, a playful smile on
her
lips as she slides down the bed into the waiting arms of her younger
sister.
They embrace, kiss, touch, explore. The sight is unbearably beautiful.
I think then that I cannot and will not
endure much more of this before
I must feed and find my release. My cock is throbbing with a painful
urgency,
the stiffness now more like an ache. It is exquisite torture, maybe,
but it is
still torture and I’ve had my fill of it.
I think Izzy sense this, sees that
I’m not going to be denied again.
Maybe Amy’s too young, that toying with a man’s
desires is, to her, still a
sport to be enjoyed. Izzy, though, knows there is a limit to what a man
will
endure at the hands of a lover before he takes what perhaps
isn’t his and
claims what’s not given. She takes her sister’s
hand and they slide back up the
bed to me. Izzy lays her hand against my chest and eases me to lay back
down.
When I do, Amy straddles my chest, the heat of her cunt hard against my
skin,
and then shimmies and shifts her way up until her gaping, newly fucked
sex
brushes with velvet softness against my lips and, sighing, I feast on
her
flesh.
I think there are few things more
exquisite than the feel, aroma and
taste of 11 or 12 year old pussy, especially pussy that you have so
recently
broken in. In amongst the hot, seductive musk of her fluid, I taste
flashes of
bitter copper from the blood she let go in my name. I drink it down
like the
nectar it is and, above me, Amy moans and shudders and grinds herself
against
my hungry mouth. I look up over the smooth, firm body above me, between
the
barely pronounced hills that will be her breasts to the face that looks
down at
me with heavy passion, a sheen of sweat on her fine, angular features.
As I
watch, Izzy, on her knees, runs a hand across Amy’s face and
chest and then
rises stand to the side, feet splayed on the mattress, her fingers
spreading
the engorged lips of her sex whilst those on her other hand curl into
her
younger sisters hair and turn her face to the task at hand. With a low,
deep
moan, Amy buries her face in Izzy’s sex and I watch from
below as her mouth and
jaw work to suck and lick and rub against the audibly appreciative
Izzy’s
delightful pussy.
I think the sight of those two
beautiful, sensual young sisters
shuddering and moaning and gasping as their passions filled them and
overflowed. Amy’s pussy positively gushed against my eagerly
sucking mouth and
i drank her down with almost delirious greed, a man in the desert who
finds
himself in an oasis. Above me, Amy bucked and writhed and groaned low
and deep
in her throat, grinding the hot, wet heat of her sex into my mouth as,
above
her, Izzy ground her younger sisters face hard between her legs,
white-knuckled
fingers curled into her chestnut hair as she threw her head back, mouth
open,
body seeming to pulse with the spiking of her orgasm. Izzy tensed,
relaxed,
tensed, relaxed and then gave a hissed, gasping cry of sheer pleasure,
eyes
squeezed shut, mouth open in dumb shock as the ecstasy rolled through
her.
I think that now they’ve had
some degree of satisfaction, it’s my turn. Moving
a still gasping Amy aside,I take Izzy’s wrist and pull her
down to me and then
onto her front, lifting her hips up so her ass sweet little peach of an
ass
points up like an offering. Amy, smiling, slides back towards up and,
as I take
a position behind Izzy, she reaches around her sister’s ass
and pulls her
cheeks apart. I see the pink, puckered eye of her ass and Amy and I
exchange a
meaningful glance. The young girl, eyes still locked on mine, lets a
thin
trickle of dribble run from her pouting lips to her older
sister’s asshole
where she gently, lovingly fingers and smooths it around. I move
forward, my
cock just fucking aching with need.
I think the sensation of Amy curling her
fingers round my shaft, guiding
me to the tight little entrance to Amy’s ass is a joy unlike
no other. That she
would do such a thing, knows
to do
such a thing and to do it with visible pleasure and excitement is just
unbearably erotic and when she gently rubs the tip of me against
Izzy’s anus,
it’s only a conscious effort that stops me from simply
grabbing Izzy’s ass and
plunging in. As it is, I hold back and instead of simply plundering her
as I
crave to, I allow Amy to control my thrusts, her hand, wrapped around
my shaft,
acting like a stop as I push into her sister. I shudder in sheer
rapture as I
push inside Izzy, who gives a soft sigh, tensing with discomfort as I
force
myself into her body. Amy smiles at me and I find I’m fucking
both her curled
hand and her sister’s perfect little asshole simultaneously.
As I do so, Amy
lifts each of her fingers off one by one until her hand is gone and I
am
sliding in and out of her older sister with long, tender strokes,
feeling Izzy
push back to meet me. Her head is in the mattress, her hands spread
wide,
fingers clenched and gripping the sheet.
I think I must be a little drunk on my
own passion and pleasure because
when Amy lays her head on top of Izzy’s upturned ass, with a
well-fucked,
dreamy little smile playing on her lips, it is some seconds before I
take her
meaning. She has to lick her lips and give me a studied look before I
understand and withdraw from Izzy’s gaping asshole to push my
cock into Amy’s
willing mouth. I fuck her face with the same slow, deliberate intent
and her
eyes remained fixed on me as I do so, mouth stretched round my shaft,
lifts
puffing out with each thrust in. A slick with her saliva, a thin ribbon
or two
of it running from her lips to my cock tip, I plunge back into Izzy and
continue with her. Back and forth I go, sister to sister, marvelling at
their
nature, wondering if it is nature or nurture that has created two such
lovely
girls.
I think my orgasm can be held at bay no
longer. I take hold of Amy by
the hair and push her in the direction of Amy’s head. She
grins, licks her
lips, and sldies her cunt in front of her sister’s face. Izzy
needs no asking
and begins to tend to her younger sister with the same vigour and joy
that she
herself was attended to by her. Meanwhile I simply fuck her, moving my
shaft
from her pussy to her cunt and back, driving in and out with increasing
force,
with increasing need, slamming in and out. The dull, flat sound of
flesh on
flesh mixes with the breathless, gasping sound of Amy as her passions
rise
again and, underneath it all, is the open-mouthed grunting of Izzy as
she
revels in her place and purpose.
I think this orgasm is unlike any other
I have ever experienced. I
barely make a sound as my entire body seems to fill with
muscle-straining
tenseness. I see my fingers digging deep into the sides of
Izzy’s hips and feel
my shaft slam into her cunt one last time before my release comes. A
thick, hot
spurt of seed that feels less like I’ve let it go and more
like it’s been
ripped from me, shoots into her cunt. I withdraw, slam forward, and
send
another to follow it. Izzy grinds back at me and Amy gives a great
gasping cry
as her own pleasure rips through her once more. We stay like this, cock
buried
in cunt, mouth buried in cunt, all of buried in the ecstasy and rapture
of the
moment. By the time I withdraw, a thin trail of my seed already
trickling from
Izzy’s gaping, well fucked pussy, I am drained in every way
imaginable;
physically, mentally, emotionally and even spiritually, beyond sense or
much in
the way of thought. I lie off to one side gasping.
I think Amy must have taken my place in
seconds, hurrying fom one end of
her sister to the other, pulling Izzy’s ass-cheeks apart and
burying her face
between them. I watch, rapt, as she licks and sucks my seed from her
sister’s
pussy, Izzy looking back with dull eyes, remaining on her knees long
enough to satisfy
her sister. When Amy slides with liquid grace over to me and takes my
diminished,
pulsing shaft in her mouth with almost reverential care, Izzy moves
alongside
me and falls across my chest, a quite beautiful cat-that-got-the-cream
look on
her face.
I think we all fell asleep a little
after that. I don’t remember the
girls leaving, though when I awoke from my nap I could hear them
downstairs,
chatting like any two teenage sisters might. I remember lying there,
curled
into the white sheet while warm rays of summer sun shone through the
curtains
lighting dust motes in the air on their way to me. I stretched, feeling
fed and
content and relaxed and then I realised.
I think I need to wash the sheets.