As I slowly licked and nibbled at Meghan’s hot, wet pussy with her dark bush full of the smell of musky sex, we heard the door to her bedroom come open. She propped herself up to see who was there, her full breasts glistening with sweat in the New Orleans heat. I slowly looked up from between her legs and rolled back over on her thigh, exposing my hard cock to whomever was in the doorway.

“Either come in or stay out,” Meghan said. The small figure in the doorway must have been her younger sister, Janey. Meghan pushed my head back to her pussy badly in need of attention. I heard the door close behind me and went back to nibbling her swollen labia. Meghan’s moans got louder as I tickled her clit. Her hands grabbing my hair to hold me tight to her. She arched her back and squirted as she came soaking me and my open waiting mouth. I held her as she quivered with the echoes of her orgasm and we settled into a quiet calm.

That’s when we realized we weren’t alone. A small voice came from the chair near the end of the bed, “I want to play, too.”