"I've got them as far apart as I can," Sharon said. "For heaven's sake, Vickie! Put that pretty little thing back in there!"
Vickie put her head between Sharon's legs again, ran her tongue out to its full length, and pressed her cheeks into the slippery folds of Sharon's wide-open pussy.
"Oh, God," Sharon sighed as she felt the long pink wedge forcing its way into her vagina. "Oh, God, Vickie…"
Up and up Vickie's tongue went – until, to Sharon's astonishment, the tip touched the neck of her womb.
Vickie jerked her head back, smiling up at Sharon with surprised delight. "Sharon!" she cried, her lovely face glistening with cunt juice, "I did it! I got it all the way up to your womb!"
"I know it, angel," Sharon said. "Oh, how I know it!"
"Think how many times I've tried to do that," Vickie said. "Hundreds of times. And now I… Sharon, the juice is simply pouring out of you. I mean it. It's just like putting your tongue beneath a faucet."
Sharon took one hand from her pussy and reached down to run her fingers through Vickie's silver-blond hair. "You little darling," she said softly. "Oh, how I wish I could tongue you like that."
"I've been practicing for months," Vickie said happily. "Every chance I got, I'd make a little circle with my thumb and forefinger and stick my tongue in it. I'd pretend it was your pussy, and I'd imagine it smelled like you and tasted like you."
Sharon cupped Vickie's chin with her palm. "You're adorable," she said. "What a sweet little thing to do."
"I was determined to be able to lick your womb," Vickie said. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you when you got out. I had my heart set on it."
"Darling little Vickie…"
"And now I can. I really can!" She put her head between Sharon's legs. "Pull the lips apart again, baby."
For the next few minutes, Sharon was conscious of nothing but the thrusting tongue in her cunt. At the completion of every four or five thrusts, Vickie would push her tongue to the very bottom of Sharon's pussy and draw the tip around and around the blunt cone of Sharon's womb. Then she would force the neck of the womb open and spear her tongue into the tiny, flooding mouth.
Sharon had never experienced anything even remotely like it. She sat, drinking in the heady aroma of cunt, listening to the soft, sticky sounds as Vickie sucked her, feeling the widening pool of cunt juice spreading out beneath her hips. On the floor between her legs, Vickie had slipped a finger into her slit and was frigging herself wildly.
Sharon, realizing that Vickie's face was so securely embedded in the folds of her cunt that she no longer needed to hold the lips apart, reached down with both hands and drew the bobbing blond head even harder against her. Then, recalling one of Vickie's special delights, she pushed a cunt-wet fingertip into each of Vickie's ears, rotating the tips until she heard Vickie begin to make choked little mewlings of pleasure.
Putting her fingers in Vickie's ears must have reminded the other girl of one of Sharon's own delights, she knew, because now she felt Vickie's forefinger rubbing around and around the ring of her anus. She raised her legs a little, so that Vickie could probe her ass more easily, and felt the first joint of Vickie's finger slide into her asshole. The second joint followed slowly, then the third, and now Vickie was running her finger in and out of Sharon's ass in exact time with the thrusts of her tongue in her cunt.
It was too much for Sharon. Suddenly, without warning, she began to cum.
"Vickie!" she cried, writhing from side to side. "Vickie, I'm cuming!"
Vickie redoubled her efforts, throwing her arms around Sharon's hips as she withdrew her tongue and finger from cunt and ass and glued her burning lips to Sharon's spasming clitoris – sucking so hard that for a moment Sharon thought she was going to suck her pussy inside out.
The flooding warmth of Sharon's first orgasm had no sooner exploded in her thoroughly tongued cunt than she felt another form somewhere deep within her and rush toward fulfillment. She fell back on the bed, her body heaving in a transport of ecstasy, cuming again and again as Vickie sucked her cunt tirelessly, harder and harder, as if determined to extract every last honeyed drop of juice from Sharon's body.
She came until the separate orgasms melded into one unending orgasm of such overwhelming intensity that she knew she could not endure it another second and still retain her sanity. Vickie had almost literally sucked her out of her mind.
She raised up, still in the throes of the violent orgasm, and put her hands on Vickie's sweat-moist shoulders and pushed her away.
"Stop, Vickie!" she gasped. "Stop it!"
Vickie's huge amber eyes, dark now with passion, looked up at her, surprised. "What's wrong?" she said.
"I just can't stand it anymore. It's just too good, darling."
Vickie smiled, and wiped the juice from her mouth with the back of her hand. "How many times did you cum?"
"God, I don't know. A dozen at least."
"I thought so. I thought for a while there at the last I was going to drown. The juice was practically spurting out of you, baby."
"I thought everything was coming out," Sharon said. She reached down, put her palms beneath Vickie's elbows, and drew her to her feet. "That was wonderful, darling. It was the best time ever." She leaned forward to lick a droplet of sweat from Vickie's navel. "And now it's your turn."
"Oh, boy," Vickie said, starting off toward the bathroom at a run. "Wait'll you taste the new flavor I sent off for."
"Vickie!" Sharon said.
Vickie paused. "What?"
"If you put any more of that raspberry stuff in your pussy, I'll…"
"Oh, this doesn't go in me. It goes on me. You'll love it, Sharon."
"I can still remember that awful raspberry taste," Sharon said. "Ugh! And that lime you tried the next night wasn't any better. Your cunt didn't taste right for a week."
Vickie laughed. "Well, don't worry, honey. I'd never try anything like that again."
"You'd better not. You could never improve on the taste of your pussy in a million years."
"It's a real old-fashioned flavor," Vickie said as she hurried into the bathroom. "Just wait'll you try it."
Sharon glanced down at herself. She was glistening wet from just beneath her navel all the way down to her knees. And her hips were drenched, she knew; she could feel them cling to the satin throw for a moment as she got to her feet.
She went over to the linen closet, took down a large fluffy towel from the shelf, and dried herself thoroughly, drawing a roll of the towel between her legs to sponge the juice from her pussy and the crack in her ass.
Then, while she waited for Vickie to do whatever ridiculous thing she was doing in the bathroom, she crossed to the clothes closet and looked inside. All her clothing was there, just as she had left it, except for a few things in plastic bags, which she knew Vickie had been thoughtful enough to send to the cleaners for her. She fingered the pleats of a skirt for a moment, trying to remember whether she'd ever worn it.
She'd have no problem with clothes for a while, she decided. Everything was at least a year old now, but it was all of the best quality, and most of it had been a little ahead of the fashions when she'd bought it. There wasn't a single garment she'd be uncomfortable about wearing out on the street this very moment.
Her underclothes would be in good order too, she thought as she walked to her dresser and opened a drawer. But she had a desire to look at them. After a year of the coarse monstrosities that passed for underwear in prison, she could hardly wait for the feel of something truly feminine. Something silky-smooth to caress her skin, to slither sensuously between her body and her dress.
But as she looked down at the neat little stacks of mini-slips and bikini panties and wispy bras, the air in the room suddenly grew chill.