"We've got all day, Hon," I responded. I acted as if I could make a career out of eating that pussy, which come to think of it, wasn't that far from the truth.
I took another long, slow stroke up her slit and back down for good measure and asked, "What does it do for you? Really?"
I pushed the hem of the dress back enough that I could see up along her body to where her bedroom eyes were nearly shut and saw the frustrated look there. Without breaking the eye contact, I leaned down again and poked at her clit with my tongue. Wiggling the tip back and forth across the tip, I arched my eyebrows as if to say, "Keep talking lady, I want to hear it."
She opened her mouth as if to speak and her breath caught in her throat. Without pulling away from her cunt, I said, "Come on Olga', you watched me railing your sister's ass and seemed to be into it. Come to think of it, you don't seem to want me to touch you back there. What gives?" As encouragement, I slipped a finger into her and gently rimmed her pussy hole.
Between gasping breaths as I never stopped working her gently clutching quim, she related a story about how when she and Angela were younger and still living in Germany, she used to play with herself beneath the covers while lying in bed at night. It was during one of these sessions that she heard a noise and listened closely only to realize that her sister in the next bed was stroking herself as well. Angela openly admitted to doing it when Olga asked her about it since she'd known for several months what her older sister was doing under the sheets. Their simultaneous masturbation sessions eventually led to openly talking about it, increased in occurrence until it happened nearly every night, and progressed to both of them doing it with the covers thrown back while the sisters watched each other.
Olga noticed that Angie became rougher and rougher with her own masturbation and couldn't tell if it was because she was getting so used to the feel of her own fingers that increased stimulation was necessary for her to get off or if she was competing with her older sister to see who would go the furthest. In any case, Olga came to be fascinated with her beautiful younger sibling as she reclined in the bed and worked her snatch with both hands. Angie's long, straight blond hair would flare out from her head like a huge golden halo across the pillows and her slender fingers would pinch and pull at her own nipples, elongating them into nearly inch-long points. When Angie would grab and pull at her pussy lips, Olga would stare, fascinated at how far her sister could open herself. The inner parts of Angie's pussy would be glistening with their own lube and then Angie would stab one, then two fingers into her hole while working up to furiously rubbing her clit. For her part, Olga would lie on her side, gently stroking at her own organ and watch Angie's show.
When Angela's orgasm would come, her violent convulsions never failed to set off her sister's own quieter climax. She came to realize that she was turning into a voyeuse and loved to watch her sister set herself off. She came to look forward to it and thought about it nearly all day. On a whim, Olga ducked into a sex shop one day on her way home from work and purchased a small pink vibrator. That night, while watching Angie building to a third orgasm, she turned it on and began to rub it on her own clit. It set off a series of rolling thunderclaps inside her body and she twitched and jerked for what seemed like an hour. When she opened her eyes, Angie was kneeling by her bedside looking at the tool where it lay between her sister's soaked lips.
Angie was only nineteen, but she knew what the instrument was and asked if she could use it. Surprised and slightly embarrassed, Olga offered the sticky shaft to her, thinking she would clean it in the bathroom that opened off of their shared bedroom. As Angela stood to walk the short distance back to her bed, Olga noticed that Angie's inner thighs were shiny and wet with her juices. Before she'd taken two steps, Angie had turned on the vibrator and applied it to her own clit. Olga saw Angie's knees bend a little but she caught herself and continued the short trek to her bed. She dropped onto her back, never taking the vibe from her clit and spread her legs. Within minutes she was humming along, being carried away by one orgasm after another. Olga wondered how long her sister could go on like that before she became exhausted and fell asleep.
After a week of Angela using her sister's vibrator nearly every night, Olga began to wonder if she was going to need to buy another one for herself since Angie showed no sign of returning the one she'd "borrowed". She still watched her sister with the lights on low and every once in a while, Angie would turn to her in her haze and smile weakly at Olga.
She'd start at her clit and set herself off once or twice but then would move it down and force it into herself, stroking it in and out repeatedly. It got so intense one night, that Angela rolled over and while reaching beneath herself, humped her pussy against the pink tool until she'd come several more times. Olga quietly encouraged her and Angela turned her head so she could watch her masturbating sister whispering at her. When she was sure that she had Olga's attention (as if it was possible for Olga to look away), she slid "pinkie" out of her dripping hole and started to press it against her anus. Olga's eyes widened. Angie spread her legs a little wider and stretched one cheek apart with her free hand. Tilting her hips up for a better angle, she twisted and pushed slowly. The angry buzzing was muffled by Angie's tightly clenching ass as the vibrator nearly disappeared up her virgin hole.
Olga was struck with horror, but then realized that Angie was enjoying it.
Her moaning grew louder as she pushed back against the small object in her bottom. Olga became afraid that their parents would hear Angie's noise and shushed her sister. Angie's hand held it there and she became slightly louder. Olga was off the bed and kneeling by her sister's within a second. "Be quiet, sis," she chided. In response, Angie moaned low and long. Olga clapped a hand across her sister's mouth to try to quiet her and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding the vibrator in her butt to try to stop the pleasure welling inside her. Angie must have thought that Olga was trying to help and pushed back harder. She grunted behind Olga's palm. Olga realized that Angie was not going to stop until she came from the stimulation of her anus and clamped down harder on her sister's mouth. She decided that she may as well get it over with and let go of Angie's wrist. Angie reacted by twisting and working the vibe harder in her butt as she got up onto her knees to better reach the tool.
Olga had never touched her sister in any sexual way before, hadn't thought about it, but now all bets were off. They'd come this far and she wanted the noises to stop before they got in trouble. Before she had time to talk herself out of it, she reached between Angie's legs and found the soaked lips of her pussy and began to stroke them back and forth quickly. Small droplets of liquid were flipped onto the sheets and when she touched her sister's clit, Angie's orgasm crashed upon her so hard that she collapsed flat on the bed. This trapped Olga's hand beneath Angie and Angie's clutching asshole clamped down hard on the vibrator lodged in it. Angie bit the pillow to keep from making too much noise as she came over and over.
While Olga told this story, I had to restrain myself. The urge to lick her to orgasm was strong, almost as strong as the urge to stand up and stroke myself off to my own orgasm and ruin her pretty sundress by shooting all over her. But while she talked, I worked slowly, quietly, and patiently. I learned just how much she could take before losing her train of thought and ruining the story and when this happened, I simply slowed down or stopped until she regained it.
But soon after the part about her helping her sister get off with her hand in her pussy and the new vibrator in her ass, I decided it was time. She'd earned it. I built up the pressure on her clit while also gently working my finger across her G-spot. The story after that became garbled and unintelligible as her words degenerated into moans and then gasps and then howls. She actually started to wail like someone in pain and I increased the pressure inside her pussy with my index finger. The thighs on either side of my head closed, clamping down on my ears. "Well, I can't hear that screaming anymore," I thought. Trapped between her legs, I could not move my hand properly to keep the buildup going so I slapped my tongue back and forth across her clit like a boxer working a speed bag. The effect was instant. She gushed into my mouth while nearly tearing my head off of my shoulders with her legs. If it wasn't for my fingers up inside her, I don't think I'd have been able to keep her on the couch!
Luckily, neighbors weren't close enough to hear her convulsive screaming. If they had been, I'm sure that the police would have been called and I'd still be explaining to them what had happened. After several seconds of her pounding orgasm, she quieted and pushed me out from between her legs. She pulled her legs up and flopped over on the couch, trying to relax and calm down after the intensity of the sensation. So tired was she after this exertion that she rolled over and faced the back of the couch. Her legs were drawn up in a near fetal position as she lay on her side and her breathing slowed after several minutes. Soft whimpering sounds gave way to quiet breathing which eventually slowed so much that I thought she'd fallen asleep.
I was still kneeling where I'd been during the story and this put me at eye level with her bottom. The dress barely covered her inflamed pussy so I reached up to it and gave it a soft stroke. She protested loudly, "That's enough! I can't take anymore!"
"'Just kidding," I said. I stood and stretched my legs. I went back out to the kitchen and poured her another glass of ice water. After washing my face in the sink, I returned with the water for her. She appeared to be sleeping, or at least resting quietly, so I left her alone, setting the glass down quietly. I gently lifter her head, sat down on the couch, and placed her drowsy head in my lap. For a few hours, I watched TV with the volume on low. Her hips made a nice resting place for my hand which held the remote and after a while, when she appeared cold, I slid a small throw blanket over her bare legs and nearly exposed ass.
