A warm breeze rustled through the trees, caressing Lily's skin and playing with her hair. She enjoyed the sensation. It was like half a dozen soft hands teasing her, stroking her. The thought made her smile. The most she'd ever had was four hands at a time -- besides her own, of course.
She quickened her pace as she neared the edge of the copse, straining to hear voices over the rush of the stream. Then she stepped out from the trees, only to find the bank empty before her. Mally and Wat had left. Looking across the water, she spied them in the distance, hand in hand as they headed back to their own farm. "That's a shame," she thought. "And I just sent Nick off as well."
She'd been looking forward to joining their games. The twins were delightfully uninhibited. Lily remembered the first time Mally's tongue had probed at her arse. When Wat had licked his own cream from her face. When the pair of them had licked her at the same time, front and rear. The memories sent shivers up and down her spine.
Taking off her shoes and stockings, she sat down in the grass with her skirt pulled up over her knees and her feet dangling in the water. It was cold, this early in the year, and she recalled how Wat had risen out of the stream with his cock hard, ready to fuck his sister. "It must be that fiery hair of his that kept him warm," she giggled quietly.
Lily remembered how Wat had thrust away at his twin, how Mally had moaned in extasy and clung to him. How she and Nick had watched, hidden between the trees. How she'd held his throbbing cock in her hand -- and all that had followed.
It was a shame she hadn't had it in her mouth, she reflected. It was a nice cock, hard and thick. She'd wanted to suck him, but it had been his first time and she knew he was impatient to fuck her.
She reached down with both hands to stroke her thighs through the light wool of her dress. There would be other times to suck Nick off, she knew. Suck him off, and so much more. Now that he was all grown up and ready to play with...
Her hands pulled the material of her skirt up higher, until it was bunched up around her waist. The sunlight felt wonderful on the bare skin of her thighs and her stomach. The soft breeze tickled the thin brown curls like it had played with the hair on her head earlier.
She ran a finger along her slit. It was moist, the leftovers of her fuck with Nick mingling with a new flow of juices. Her button was still sensitive, and another shiver ran through her when she touched it.
Thinking of how she'd ridden Nick's face, she gave herself a few flicks. A gasp escaped from her mouth. "If only someone was here!" she thought.
As if in answer, she heard a voice raised in song. A clear voice. A young woman, approaching from around the bend in the stream, accompanied by the cackling of geese.
Lily opened her eyes and peered across over the bare flesh of her breasts as they spilled up out of her smock. The newcomer was Jenny. She was herding a flock of geese along the far bank of the stream with a crooked staff in her hand. She hadn't noticed Lily yet, it seemed.
Smiling to herself, Lily let her head drop back down and resumed stroking herself between her legs. Jenny was a pretty thing, with dusky skin and large brown eyes, and red lips that seemed to be set in a perpetual pout. She'd always been shy, but Lily suspected she had a lusty side just waiting to break free.
Lily had tried to draw her into her games a few times. She wasn't the only one, either. Mally and Wat, too, and in fact most of the valley's younger population. Jenny's serious nature only made her even more attractive.
The quiet girl had held everyone off, though, as far as Lily knew. But once or twice... once or twice there had been a look in her eye, a smile on those pouty lips that said there were different thoughts going on beneath the quiet surface. This could be the perfect opportunity to find out.
Lily's fingers slid along her gash, spreading her cream over her lips and her button. She let out a moan that she barely needed to exaggerate. The voice across the water faltered and stopped. The cackling of the geese drew closer, though.
As her fingers explored her gash, Lily became more and more caught up in the moment. Her earlier adventures with Nick had left her in the mood, and the idea that Jenny was watching her was exciting her even more.
She let the tip of a finger explore her entrance, drawing circles around it before gently probing inside. Her other hand flicked at her bud.
A tuft of grass between her legs tickled her arse, reminding her of Mally's tongue. She gave another gasp as she felt the nerves there awaken from the stimulation. A second finger pressed into her moist opening along with the first, and this time there was no need at all to exaggerate her moans.
Remembering Jenny, she stole a glance across the stream between her lashes. The other girl was watching her, mouth open. In surprise, Lily thought at first, then she realised that Jenny's staff was planted firmly on the ground between her feet and she was rubbing herself against its shaft, pulling it up against her with both hands. The babbling geese were milling around on the bank.
