To Take Advantage Ch. 04: Jane & Anne

Taking that as a signal that, for now, they were still on their own, Jane dropped back onto the bed, her face down by Anne's waist. She began to caress Anne's ass cheeks. "How does it feel with it up there?" she asked, touching the butt plug.

"I think you know it feels good," Anne replied.

"Mind if I take a closer look?" Jane asked. "I'm...curious."

"Be my guest," Anne said. "If you'll show me yours."

They shifted so that they were both lying on their sides, their knees drawn up, heads resting on each other's thighs, so that they both had a clear view of the other's ass.

Jane ran her finger around the butt plug, almost touching Anne's asshole. "It looks so neat up there," she commented, "so warm and snug."

"Feels it too," said Anne. She pulled on the bead string. "You want me to pull these out? I think that's the idea."

"Sure." Gently Anne tugged on the string, Jane's anus resisting the escape of the first bead before finally releasing it. "Mmm," Jane moaned.

"Good?"

"Yeah, really good. Keep going."

Anne kept tugging, and each time a bead popped out Jane moaned in the same way. When the last bead was out, Anne peered intently at her sister's asshole. "You're a little open," she said. "Like it wants them back again."

"That's not what I want there right now," Jane hinted slyly.

"No? Whatever could you mean, sis?"

"Jesus, Anne, not this again."

"Ha. Well at the very least you can do the same for me."

"You want me to take the plug out?"

"Sure."

Jane gently pulled at the plug, for a long time nothing happened and then with a pop it came out of Anne's asshole. She groaned.

"Wow, Anne, you are really open."

"Yeah, feels kind of empty. Maybe needs a little soothing, too."

"Really? Ask me, then."

"Touché. Okay, big sis, please lick my asshole and make it feel better."

"I'll lick your asshole, little sis, if you'll lick mine."

"Lick your asshole?"

"Yeah, lick my asshole, Anne."

They drew closer, both taking a moment to inspect each other, and maybe consider another boundary being crossed, and then almost simultaneously Jane and Anne began kissing each other's assholes.

In contrast to when they had gone down on each other's pussies, this time the licking was more limited and restrained, as they carefully probed and explored the crevices and wrinkles of each other's anuses, occasionally pressing their tongues persistently against the asshole itself, testing and challenging the resistance of the firm tight muscle. There was something almost diligent or committed about the way they pleasured each other, single-minded in their attention to the other's ass.

When Anne began stroking Jane's pussy with her fingertips, adding whole new sensations, Jane responded in kind. They both knew that they wanted to cum this way, sharing a whole new level of almost shocking intimacy.

As they came close to their orgasms, the licking became ever more frenzied, each woman trying harder and harder to penetrate her sister's asshole with her tongue. With their free hand they kneaded and squeezed the other's ass cheeks, seeking to pull the asshole as wide open as possible.

Perhaps Jane was able to get her tongue a little way inside Anne's more open ass, because it was Anne who suddenly began to buck and writhe. There was something way more frenzied and crazed about this orgasm, as if her body was even less able to control its reaction to something so fundamentally perverted. Anne was in the middle of her cum when Jane was tipped over the edge, no doubt spurred on by the knowledge that she had brought her younger sister off by poking her tongue up her ass. The women were a mad heaving jumble of flesh, faces buried between their sister's ass cheeks, and then slowly they subsided, falling back onto the bed beside each other.

When they had recovered a little, they looked at each other.

"Good?" asked Jane.

"Good," replied Anne.

Then they both looked at me.