Elaine bathed her left hip just as lovingly as she had her right. Then there was a long, suspenseful moment while Sharon waited for the feel of Elaine's mouth on her anus.
At last it came – the warmth of Elaine's breath on the tender little opening, and then the feel of the soft wet lips themselves.
Elaine kissed it tenderly, spreading her lips around it, then drawing them together over the anal button, worrying it between them for an instant before she spread her lips around the aperture again.
Sharon cupped her bare breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. But once they were there, she neither kneaded her breast nor fingered her pussy. She just wanted to feel her hands on herself while she concentrated on what Elaine was doing to her anus.
"Oh, what a beautiful ass," Elaine said, laying her cheek against it and hugging it to her. "Please, Sharon – let me bite it."
"No!"
"Just a teeny bit? I won't hurt you."
"No. You promised, Elaine."
"Just one bite, and I could die happy."
"Don't you dare."
Elaine sighed, and a moment later Sharon felt the other girl's mouth press against her anus again. This time, Elaine began to lap the tiny hole with the flat of her tongue, just as, a few minutes ago, she had lapped her pussy.
Sharon tried to keep her ass motionless, but it was impossible. Elaine's tongue was sending little shock waves all through her, radiating out from her asshole all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was beginning to perspire freely, and she wished now she'd removed her dress before Elaine began to rim her. But the hot wedge of slippery flesh gliding across her ass felt so good that she couldn't bear to ask Elaine to stop long enough to strip.
Elaine was panting, making hungry sounds as she licked harder. And now, suddenly, she moved her tongue across Sharon's perineum and licked the juice from her streaming cunt. When she discovered that Sharon's hand was cupping the drenched, blue-black mound, she licked up the juice that had seeped between Sharon's fingers, and then moved her tongue back across tingling perineum to her asshole again.
Sharon closed her eyes, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her cunt, and began to rub the ball of her thumb across the tip of her hard nipple.
"Put it up me, Elaine," she murmured.
Elaine put her palms flat on Sharon's hips and gently spread them apart, and Sharon felt her anus begin to open. She tried to relax so that it would open further. But it was several seconds before she could feel Elaine's moist warm breath inside it, and knew she had succeeded.
Elaine kissed the now-gaping anal mouth long and lovingly, then began to lick around the rim. Then the tip of Elaine's tongue probed the opening tentatively, tasting it.
Sharon was rolling her hips now, but Elaine seemed to anticipate every movement and her mouth never lost its contact with the damp, fevered little hole beneath it.
Then Elaine's tongue slid into the opening, pushing hard against the membrane walls, forcing its way deeper and deeper, and Sharon heard herself cry out with delight. Elaine's tongue couldn't be in her more than an inch or so, she knew, but it felt as if it were all the way up her rectum.
She made no effort to remain still now. Instead, she moved her hips back in short quick movements to meet the darting thrusts of Elaine's tongue, hearing the rhythmic wet slapping sounds as her ass came into contact with Elaine's face.
When she came, it was with such intensity that she felt like screaming. She came in over-increasing waves of searing ecstasy – until she was so weak that even the support of the chair was not enough and she fell over to one side.
But that, too, Elaine had anticipated, and she followed Sharon's ass with her mouth, her tongue still spearing hard and deep into Sharon's rectum. And when at last Sharon had finished spending, Elaine moved her mouth between her legs and licked and sucked until not one single droplet of juice remained on Sharon's mound or legs or perineum.
"I came too, honey," Elaine said as she helped Sharon to her feet. "Four times. Twice while I was rimming you, and twice while you were cuming yourself."
Sharon smoothed down her dress and slipped her foot into the shoe she had taken off so that she could frig Elaine's slit with her toe.
"It was wonderful, Elaine," she said. "Just wonderful."
"Would you nice a shower now?"
"Yes," Sharon said, then glanced at her watch. "Oh, my God! It's almost two."
"What's the difference?"
"I have to be at my parole officer's place at two."
"What for?"
"I don't know."
"That reminds me of something, Sharon. It completely slipped my mind."
Sharon took a comb from her handbag and began drawing it through the long black tresses. "What is it?" she said. "Oh, I must look a mess."
"You look even prettier than when you walked in," Elaine said. "A good rimming will do that for a girl, you know."
Sharon started for the door. "What was it you were going to tell me? I've got to run, Elaine."
"Maybe it's not important, anyhow. It's just that Mark Haley said this woman parole officer and some male parole officer had an understanding. The way I got it, they exchanged favors."
"What do you mean?" Sharon said, her hand on the knob.
"Well, when the male parole officer wanted a girl, the woman parole officer would see that he got one."
"Oh."
"And the other way around. If the woman parole officer needed a man – say, to do some man-type work for her – why, all she had to do was ask."
"How nice."
"Yes. And of course if little robberies or extortions or whatever came up, and required both a man and a woman, why then it was all sweet and instant cooperation."
Sharon nodded. "Well, thanks for everything, Elaine," she said as she opened the door. "If I don't hurry, I'll be late getting over to – oh, I almost forgot my panties."
"I was hoping you would," Elaine said. Sharon started over to pick them up, but Elaine held out a hand. "Please," she said, "I'd like to keep them."
"Why?"
"They're drenched with your perfume. The scent will last for a long, long time. Weeks and weeks."
"I know. But…"
"And what could be nicer, when I have only my finger for company, than to press your panties to my face with my other hand?"
Sharon smiled. "What a sweet thing for you to say," she said.
Elaine laughed, and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm just naturally a very sweet person," she said as she opened the door for her. "After all, I didn't bite your pretty little ass even once."
CHAPTER FOUR
The address on the card Sharon's parole officer had given her turned out to be a large two-story clapboard-and-stucco house set well back from the street. There were huge elms behind and at either side of it, and wide, carefully tended lawns separating it from similar houses to the north and south.
Sharon was surprised. For some reason, she had assumed that Joyce Thornton lived in an apartment house.
"You're late," Joyce said as she opened the door. "I said two o'clock, not two-fifteen."
"I'm sorry, Miss Thornton," Sharon said.
"See that you don't let it happen again," Joyce said, frowning at Sharon as she closed the door behind her. She was wearing a mannish suit of a kind Sharon hadn't seen in years, but it was obviously new, and the severe tailoring did nothing to conceal the voluptuousness of her figure. The chill green eyes beneath the unplucked brows had large yellow flecks in them, Sharon noticed, and the full-lipped mouth, while perfectly formed, was somehow hard.
"I really am sorry," Sharon said, glancing about the living room. It was huge, richly furnished, and immaculate.