April’s Friendly Family, Part 2

April’s Friendly Family, Part 2

Mary Lou and I became very familiar with each other’s bodies that summer,
but we always made sure we were alone and would not be detected by her
mother or her sisters. I thought, from the knowing way her mother looked at
us sometimes, that she suspected what was going on, but she didn’t say
anything. She’d just smile and look thoughtfully, and perhaps longingly at
us.

The next summer we were a little bolder with our playfulness, not bothering
to go to the sewing room, or be sure we were alone in the barn. One night,
as we were going down on each other, we heard a tittering laugh. We looked up from each other’s pussy, and there, standing in the doorway of Mary Lou’s bedroom, were her two younger sisters, by now aged 9 and 10.

They turned to go when they saw that we had noticed them, but when we
resumed our pussy licking we could tell they were back. Since they seemed
so interested in what we were doing, we invited them to join us on the bed
and watch from up close.

Barbie, the ten year-old, reached out and placed her hand on my bottom as
I wriggled on top of Mary Lou’s face, her tongue lapping at my pussy and ass alternately. I felt her hand caressing me, and her finger running down
between my ass cheeks until it joined her sister’s tongue in my anus.