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NELLIE GRAY AND ROSABEL NEWTON IN:

"LADIES IN HEAT"

by

A Pulp Fan

Contains:  FF, MF.

PART TWO:

Finished with her story, Nellie drained the rest of her glass, refilled it
and drank a little more.  The insides of her thighs were wet from the
juices leaking down them; she was certain she could detect her fragrance in
the air.  Telling Rosabel the story of her first fuck had been a fantastic
turn-on for her.  Finally she looked up at Rosabel.  Nellie's pink tongue
flicked out and wet her lips.  "Well, there, I answered your questions.  I
hope I wasn't more detailed than you wanted!"

"Uhh, no, no," Rosabel assured Nellie, convinced by now that her own
arousal would have to be apparent to anyone--even a dead man.  Her panties
were soaked!  She had been incredibly excited by the blonde woman's tale
and kept playing it over in her mind, seeing Nellie writhing under the oral
ministrations of Howard, watching her face contort with pleasure as he
plunged his cock into her molten depths.  She was also secretly imagining
other uses that the petite young woman's tongue could be put to, besides
licking her own lips.

"What's that?" Rosabel said with a start, suddenly aware that Nellie had
asked her a question while she'd been daydreaming of Nellie having sex.

"I said, are you going to deal the next hand or not?" Nellie replied.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

Rosabel quickly picked up the cards, dealt them each a hand of five. 
Lifting them up, her eyes widened slightly in astonishment.  She had dealt
herself a full house, sevens over nines!

"I'll take three," Nellie said.  Rosabel dealt her the three cards, then
was silent for a minute.

"How many are you taking?" Nellie asked.

"Just a minute, I'm thinking about it," Rosabel replied.  A moment later
she said, "Dealer will take four," tossing her three sevens and a nine into
the discard pile before drawing four cards.  Putting them into her hand,
she looked inquisitively at Nellie.

"Pair of aces," announced Nellie.

"That beats me," said Rosabel.  "I had a lousy hand.  Couldn't draw
anything."

"Well, then, it's your turn to finish getting undressed, missy!"

"I'm well aware of that," Rosabel said.  Throwing her cards down, she rose
to her feet.  She could hear a muffled gasp from Nellie as the blonde woman
looked at her, stared at Rosabel's groin.  Nellie had clearly noticed the
large wet stain on the black panties.  Rosabel glanced at Nellie to see her
face glowing, shining eyes transfixed on the evidence of Rosabel's desire. 
Those blue eyes never left her as the black woman removed her panties. 
Stepping out of them, she didn't throw them onto the divan with the rest of
her clothing; instead, she pushed them a little bit out of the way, to the
side and forward a little, closer to Nellie.

"Well, you posed for me," she said, "So I suppose it's only fair I do the
same for you."  Placing her hands on her hips, feet apart, Rosabel stood
there naked before her friend, thrusting her firm breasts out, pretty
certain of the effect she was having on her petite companion.  Nellie drank
in the sight of the dusky figure before her, taking in the firm breasts
with their hardened chocolate tips, the kinky thatch of black hair
surmounting Rosabel's thighs--and directly beneath it, barely visible, her
pink pussy lips, glistening with her moisture.  Staring at her gorgeous
friend, Nellie inhaled deeply, certain that she could smell the aroma of
her friend's excitement wafting up from the soaked panties sitting on the
floor a few feet from her.

Rosabel resumed her seat on the carpet, but this time sat cross-legged,
knowingly revealing her sparkling womanhood to the gaze of the blonde
bombshell.  Nellie glanced away, ashamed to be staring at such a naked and
open display of Rosabel's cunt, but couldn't stop herself from casting
surreptitious glances at it out of the corner of her eyes.  Every time
Nellie looked away, Rosabel smiled to herself, convinced that she was
having the same erotic effect on the petite woman as Nellie was having on
her.

"It's your deal," she told Nellie.

Nellie nodded, shuffled and dealt the cards.  They studied their hands,
discarded and drew.

"I've got a pair," announced Rosabel, revealing two nines.  I'll say,
thought Nellie to herself, though her mind wasn't on the cards.  Staring at
the black woman's rounded globes, Nellie suddenly became aware that she
hadn't yet laid down her cards.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she exclaimed.  "Pair of jacks--I win!"  She tossed the
winning hand down on the carpet.  "And if I remember the rules correctly,"
she continued, a sly grin playing across her pretty face, "That means I get
to ask _you_ the question this time!"

"It's tough to argue with you when you're right," Rosabel conceded. 
Though she hadn't lost the hand on purpose, she wasn't sorry to have lost
it.  Anticipating the nature of Nellie's question, she was intent on giving
Nellie back just as good a tale as she gave.

Nellie thought for a moment.  She was finding it somewhat difficult to
concentrate, with Rosabel's scent drifting through the air, her feminine
charms on open display to Nellie's view, while at the same time she was
sitting there like some cheap strumpet exposing her own excited, nude body
to the gaze of her black friend.  Nellie's pussy juices were flowing
freely, and she felt that if she didn't get some relief soon, she'd
explode.

"Okay," she finally said.  "You've been married for a while now.  What's
the most memorable...er, experience, that you and Josh have shared?"

"Well now, by 'experience', I suppose you mean a sexual escapade?" Rosabel
teased Nellie, delighting in the pink glow that swept through her white
skin as the blonde woman nodded a shy "yes."  God, Nellie blushed so
easily!  The itch between Rosabel's legs was growing to be nearly
unbearable, and she wondered for a moment what Nellie's reaction would be
if she slid a hand down her own stomach, through her black bush, and
started rubbing herself.  Would it prompt Nellie to do the same, she
wondered?  She knew from Nellie's story that Nellie masturbated on
occasion, and the thought of watching those dainty fingers sliding through
the blonde curls of her muff and slipping along her dripping slit,
pleasuring herself, just caused the honey from Rosabel's own pussy to flow
faster.

After a moment of silence, Rosabel spoke.  "Well, we've been married for
quite some time--and of course, we had sex for months before that--so it's
kind of tough to pick the most memorable time.  But, since it came on the
most special day of my life, I guess it would have to be our wedding
night."

"Okay," said Nellie.  "To quote somebody I know, speaking just a short
while ago--details, give me details!"

Rosabel laughed.  Earlier that afternoon, Nellie Gray had been shocked at
the idea of stripping while playing cards; now she was sitting here naked
with another woman, clearly aroused, digging for details of the other
woman's sex life!

"Well, the ceremony itself was wonderful, as was the reception that
followed.  I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, with all my
family and friends there to see me marry Joshua.  When we danced, it scarce
felt like my feet touched the ground, I was so happy.  Josh was so handsome
in his tuxedo--I'm sure all the women there wanted him, but he was mine,
all mine!  And oh, those women would have turned scarlet if they could have
heard the naughty things Josh would whisper to me in snatches as we had a
private moment, on the dance floor or at our table.  He kept telling me how
he was going to...umm, fuck me..." as she said the word, Rosabel stared
straight into Nellie's eyes, trying to see her reaction, pleased at the
little shudder that went through the blonde woman's petite frame as she
heard it, "...how he was going to have me begging for his cock."

"I tell you, by the time the reception was over, I was crazy for wanting
him.  It's a good thing it ended when it did--if it had lasted another half
hour, I swear I would have jumped him right then and there on the dance
floor, witnesses be damned!  Somehow, we made it back to our hotel room. 
Opening the door, he lifted me up.  'Allow me to carry my wife across the
threshold, Mrs. Newton', he said to me, proceeding to do just that. 
Inside, we fell into each other's arms and onto the bed.  We kissed,
running our hands along each other's bodies--I was going crazy!  He started
to try to undo my dress but I stopped him.  'No,' I said, 'I want to
undress you first.  You'll probably never see me in my wedding dress
again...I want to give you a sight you'll remember forever!'  He just
nodded and stood up, assisting me as I disrobed him.

"When I got his shirt off him I started scratching his chest lightly with
my fingernails, kissing and biting his nipples playfully.  Meanwhile I was
rubbing his cock through his pants--there was no doubt he was ready,
willing and able to perform his husbandly duties!  Finally, when all that
was left were his trousers, I had him sit at the edge of the bed.  I knelt
on the floor before him, still wearing my white wedding dress--I had pulled
the veil back over my face.  I unbuckled and unzipped him, then slid his
pants and underwear off him, leaving his beautiful body nude for my
pleasure.  His cock was rockhard, bobbing in the air, as he watched me
approach it with my face.  I used both hands to hold it, then kissed it
through my veil.  Hearing his gasps made me feel so good!  I began licking
it through the gauzy material of my wedding veil--I couldn't see what I
looked like, of course, but from the way he was staring down at me
intently, he seemed to like the sight!"

Rosabel's throat was getting dry as she recounted the story of her wedding
night.  Pausing a moment, she took another drink of wine.  Apparently she
took too long for Nellie's taste.  Practically squirming on the carpet,
Nellie urged her to continue, all the time wishing that she had enough guts
to play with herself in front of Rosabel while listening to her story.  She
couldn't recall the last time she had been this horny!

Rosabel continued.  "After a few moments of that, I lifted the veil up
slightly and pulled it over his cock--so that it was inside the veil with
me.  Josh has always told me that I...ahh...give wonderful blowjobs, and I
was determined not to disappoint him!  I sucked him in, bobbing up and
down, while my hands played with his balls.  He later told me that it was
incredibly erotic--he could see his shaft disappearing into my mouth
through the veil, but it was opaque, not transparent.  The sight and the
feeling of my mouth on him drove him over the edge much before I'd
intended, and he shot his seed into my mouth.  There was so much of it!  I
swallowed as fast as I could, but as jet after jet spurted into me, it was
too much, and some overflowed out of my mouth and down my chin.  When he
was done, I cleaned him thoroughly with my tongue, then told him to slide
back up to the middle of the bed.

"Now if there's one thing you need to know about my Josh, it's that his
stamina matches his size--he can literally go all night.  I knew that even
though he'd just cum, he'd be ready to fuck within a matter of minutes. 
While he lay there, I quickly took off my panties, but left the rest of my
clothes on.  When I climbed onto the bed, he made as to move, but I told
him to lay where he was, that I was going to do all the work for my
husband!  I hiked the dress up around my waist and lowered myself down onto
him--I was so wet and dripping, he slid right in.  I thought I was going to
cum the minute I had him all inside me!  Once he was fully inside me, I let
go of my dress.  He couldn't see me fucking him anymore--or at least he
couldn't see himself disappearing into my pussy.  Instead he watched his
wife, in her white wedding dress, driving herself up and down on him!  I
must have cum a half dozen times before he exploded into me!"

Rosabel finished her story with a final confession.  "We finally took my
wedding dress off that night, but I don't think we got any sleep.  The
couple in the room next door to us probably demanded a refund from the
hotel the next morning--I'm sure I kept them awake all night with my
screams!"

Mouth slightly agape, Nellie stared at her friend, breathing hard.  She
could picture Rosabel in her mind's eye, riding Josh, plunging his big
black dick into her hot cunt.  She could almost hear the sloshing sounds
her wet pussy would make as it was impaled by the hard cock, smell
Rosabel's cunt juices mingled with Josh's sperm.  She was so caught up with
her vivid imaginings, at first she didn't hear Rosabel ask her a question.

"Well?" asked Rosabel a little louder, breaking Nellie's reverie.

"Ahh...well what?" Nellie stammered.

"Well, what did you think?"

"I...uhh...I think that if Smitty and I ever get married, I just might
steal your idea from you!" she blurted.  "I just hope you won't be too
offended if I don't attribute the credit for it to you, however!"

Rosabel laughed.  "That's all right.  Just knowing that you..." she
hesitated.  "Well...never mind...who's turn is it to deal the next hand?"

"Yours," said Nellie softly.  Rosabel loved watching the blonde's perky
little tits rising and falling with each breath--breath which was
definitely coming faster since Rosabel had told the tale of her wedding
night.  Nellie had long since abandoned any pretext of modesty and now sat
crosslegged as well on the carpeting, her cunt clearly oozing her juices. 
Her scent, mingled with Rosabel's, was impossible to miss where they were
sitting, and both young women could hardly restrain themselves as they
inhaled the aroma of their joint arousal.

"That's right," Rosabel responded, picking up the cards and shuffling,
wishing it was something else she was handling with her fingers.

She dealt another hand.  Nellie called for four cards, Rosabel for three. 
It wasn't even close this hand, as Rosabel ended up with three sixes, while
the best Nellie could do was a king high.

"Your turn to ask a question," Nellie said, somewhat disappointed.  In the
aftermath of hearing Rosabel's story, there was one question she really
wanted to ask her friend, but it would apparently have to wait for at least
one more hand.
"Let me think," said Rosabel, taking her time, staring at the luscious
nude form of her friend.  "Well, I've got a question, but it might be a
little embarrassing for you."

Nellie laughed.  "Embarrassing?!  After what we've just told each other? 
Ask any question you want, it'll be fine!"

"Well, okay then," Rosabel paused, licking her lips.  "My question
is...uhh, well, that is...uhh...have you ever been with another woman?"

Nellie heard the question and was momentarily stunned speechless.  There
was no way for Rosabel to have known, but that would have been the question
Nellie asked as well, if she had won the hand.  During the brief moment of
silence, while hanging on for Nellie's answer, Rosabel wondered if perhaps
she had read things into the situation that weren't the case, if perhaps
she'd gone too far.  For a moment she quailed inside, wondering if she
should say something else, but then Nellie responded.

"No," the petite blonde replied tremulously, a shy smile on her face. 
That smile told Rosabel what she needed to hear.

"Well then," the black woman said, leaning forward.  "Have you ever
thought about it?"

As if in slow motion, Nellie watched Rosabel approach, watched her lips
drawing closer.  As in a dream, Nellie leaned forward as well.  Their lips
touched, briefly, tenuously, one of Rosabel's breasts brushed Nellie's arm.
It was as if an electrical surge passed through the young women.  Nellie
could feel her heart pounding in her chest, so loud that Rosabel must
surely hear it, so strong and loud and powerful that she thought it must
surely burst.  Rosabel's lips tasted of wine, sweet wine and her head
soared through the clouds as their kiss became deeper, clinging to each
other, slender tongues timidly venturing forth to touch and taste the
other.  Nellie would have never guessed that a woman's lips were so soft,
so inviting, would feel so right.

Rosabel entwined one hand behind Nellie's head, caressing the blonde
locks, as she pulled her tighter towards her, kissing her with greater
urgency.  Her tongue darted out into Nellie's mouth, tasting her, dueling
with Nellie's tongue in an erotic dance.  With her other hand, scarce
believing what she was doing, she reached up and cupped one of those pert
breasts she had been staring at all afternoon.  The hardened nipple seemed
to burn into her palm.  Slowly the two woman sank to the carpeting, kissing
with greater and greater abandon as they stretched out on the floor.

When Nellie felt Rosabel's hand cupping her tit, kneading the breast and
playing with her engorged bud, she knew that this wasn't a dream but the
best kind of reality, that in a matter of moments her erotic horizons would
be expanded and she would cum at the hands of another woman--and
reciprocate in kind.  Moving against Rosabel's length stretched out next to
her, Nellie ran her hand down Rosabel's flank, sliding it along her firm
thighs, the swell of her hips.  Boldly she pushed against Rosabel, rolling
her over, laying stretched out on top of her naked body.  Nellie's crimson
peaks were cushioned against Rosabel's dusky mounds, her legs resting
between Rosabel's.  She could feel the black woman's wiry thatch rubbing
against the juncture of her own thighs, just below her own blonde triangle.
Nellie squeezed her hands in between their meshed bodies, moving her ruby
lips off Rosabel's and kissing her face, her cheek, nibbling her earlobes.

"I've been wanting to do this for the past hour," she breathed in
Rosabel's ear, watching her squirm as Nellie's hands found her firm mounds,
squeezed them, pinched the puffy nipples.

"Oh, honey, that feels so good," moaned Rosabel as she felt Nellie's hands
on her swollen tits, caressing them with a gentleness she'd never known. 
Her pussy was steaming; Nellie could feel Rosabel's juices flowing out onto
her leg as the black woman began to hump herself against Nellie's firm
thigh, sliding her wet pussy along it.  Scarce believing she was actually
doing this, Nellie licked down Rosabel's squirming body, down her neck,
across the upper slope of her mounds, licking back and forth between them,
her tongue leaving a slick trail in its wake, careful not to touch the
nipples with her tongue.  Finally she could resist no more--opening her
mouth wide, she swooped down on Rosabel's left globe and enveloped the
jutting nipple with her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh, yes!" Rosabel gasped as she felt her tit being sucked into Nellie's
hot little mouth.  It felt so good to feel that clever little tongue
lapping at it, swirling all around it as Nellie suckled her breast, then
shifted her attentions to the other one.  Nellie laved the panting woman's
tits with her tongue, near delirious at the totally new--totally
wicked!--sensation of feeling another woman's nipples inside her mouth,
incredibly turned on by the little moans of encouragement that Rosabel was
wordlessly uttering.  Nellie was convinced that if she took a moment to
slip a finger inside herself, it would melt away--her pussy was that hot!

Knowing that Rosabel felt the same way, Nellie decided she could wait no
more.  She began to slither down Rosabel's body, which was now heaving with
anticipation as the black woman stared with wide, liquid eyes at the petite
porcelain doll sliding down her body, licking her stomach, flicking at her
belly button with her tongue, making a slow journey to her ultimate goal. 
And God, though she loved the journey, how she wanted Nellie to hurry up
and reach that goal!

"Don't tease me, lover," she pleaded, entwining her fingers in Nellie's
blonde hair.  "Come on, baby, do it, do it!"

Kissing Rosabel's trimmed black triangle, Nellie looked up at her, china
blue eyes staring with false innocence at her trembling friend.  "Do what?"
she asked coyly, bending her head down slightly and breathing hot air
across Rosabel's dripping slit, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of
Rosabel's honey.

"You know, baby...you know!" Rosabel begged.

"I want you to say it," Nellie teased, bending her lips closer still to
Rosabel's womanhood, blowing air across her swollen clit.

"I...I want you to eat me, lover," pleaded Rosabel, face shining with
lust.  "Please lick my pussy...please!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," replied Nellie, bringing her face down
the final few inches.  Her slender pink tongue flicked out like that of a
cat, lapped up some of the dewy moisture covering Rosabel's petals.  Not in
her wildest imaginings could she have believed that the taste would be so
exquisite; the flavor coursed through Nellie like fiery nectar, sweet and
addictive.  "How could I have waited so long to do this to another woman?"
she cried silently to herself.

Drunk with her first taste of pussy juice, Nellie clamped her mouth down
against Rosabel's vagina, desperate to sample more and more of the honeyed
elixir dripping from her snatch.

"Oh, God!" Rosabel cried out, arching her ass up off the floor, pressing
Nellie's mouth tighter against her.  "That's it, lover!  That's
so...AAAHHHH...so....AAAHHHH....GOOD!" she screamed, the feel of Nellie's
tongue sliding along her slit, flicking across her clit sending shockwaves
through her body.  The sensation was incredible.  Nellie's tongue and lips
seemed to be everywhere, sucking on her clit, licking at her steaming hole,
thrusting into her quivering body.  Rosabel's hands came up and began
playing with her own nipples, pulling on them, pinching them, while her
hips rolled in a rhythm set by Nellie's wonderful mouth.

"Don't stop--don't ever stop!" she cried as she writhed on Nellie's pretty
face.

Shifting slightly on the floor, Nellie brought one of her hands forward,
inside Rosabel's trembling thighs.  As her tongue shifted up to swirl
around Rosabel's engorged clitoris, she reached Rosabel's sopping hole with
her hand, slid two fingers easily into the satiny sheath.  Rosabel
convulsed, her thighs squeezing the blonde woman's head tight.

"UUUNNGGGHHH!  OH...GOD...YES!" she cried out as she felt Nellie slipping
her fingers into the soaked cavern.  Lifting her head off the floor, she
gazed down through bright lust-crazed eyes at the busy young woman,
delighting in the contrast of Nellie's white flesh against her own black
skin--the blonde hair, in disarray, caressing her dusky thighs with
feathery touches.  She could feel those clever little fingers plunging in
and out of her, caressing her inner, sugary walls as they danced back and
forth, wringing mindless gasps of pleasure from her lips.

Rosabel's wordless cries and moans gained in intensity, as Nellie added a
third slender finger to the two already fucking Rosabel's cunt.  She was
so, so wet--the fingers slid in and out of Rosabel's heated furnace with
ease, coated with her slick, hot juices.  Nellie sucked the quivering
woman's clit into her eager mouth, lapping at it, sliding along the
delicate lower lips.  The taste was intoxicating--no wonder Smitty loved to
eat her out!

The excitement built inside Rosabel, climbing to its summit, seeking sweet
release.  She could feel the orgasm welling up inside her, starting slow,
gathering speed as tremors began to wrack her body.  Rosabel's mouth
opened, a keening noise filled the air, growing with intensity as Nellie,
aware that her lover was close to climaxing, redoubled her efforts, finger
fucking her while worshiping her swollen clit with her busy mouth like a
woman possessed.  She loved that she was getting Rosabel off, that her
efforts were going to make her cum.

"OH YES, OH YES, OH GOD...UUNNGGHHH...OH LOVER...THAT'S
IT...THAT'S...IT...I'M...AAHHH...GOING TO...I'M
GOING...TO...UUUNNGGHHH...CUM!"  Rosabel screamed as she came on Nellie's
face, her heels digging into the carpet, her hips thrusting spasmodically
off the floor against that oh-so-wonderful mouth.  Nellie lashed Rosabel's
clit with her tongue for all she was worth, slamming her fingers in and out
of the spasming cavern again and again as Rosabel came, Nellie's free hand
grasping Rosabel's trembling thigh tightly and hanging on, desperately
striving to maintain the contact of her mouth against the black woman's
pussy.

Rosabel's climax seemed to go on forever--it was so good, so good!  If
Josh walked in right now, she would scream at Nellie to continue, to keep
worshiping her womanhood with her mouth!  Finally Rosabel's legs seemed to
lose their strength, her arched body collapsed once more onto the carpet. 
Her panting body glistened with an erotic sheen from the sexual workout
Nellie had put her through.  Tiny gasps escaped through her slack lips as
Nellie gently licked and kissed her clitoris and slit, moving her fingers
slowly back and forth inside the sopping grotto, bringing her back down
from the heights of ecstasy.

With a few final tremors, Rosabel went limp.  Nellie kissed the black
woman's thighs then lifted her head, looked up at her friend.  The petite
woman's cheeks were smeared with Rosabel's love juices.  Smiling at her
exhausted lover, Nellie extended her pink tongue and brought her soaking
wet fingers to her mouth, slowly licking Rosabel's honey off of them. 
"Ummm," she moaned as she cleaned her fingers like a cat cleaning its fur. 
"And did you enjoy that?"

"Uh, you could say that," replied Rosabel, her whole body a-tingle.

Nellie stretched next to Rosabel.  "That's good," she purred.  "So did I,
lover, so did I."  The blonde leaned over and kissed her friend gently on
her lips.  Opening her mouth and exploring with her tongue, Rosabel could
taste herself on Nellie's mouth.  She found the flavor exciting, and
wondered how similar Nellie would taste, certain that her honey would be as
sweet.

After a few moments of playful kissing and love nips, Rosabel sat up,
pushed Nellie over onto her back.  "It's my turn now, lover, to do all the
work," she announced, rubbing Nellie's petite tits.  "You just lay back and
enjoy the ride."

Little sparks shooting through her body as the black woman toyed with her
crimson tips, Nellie smiled and spread her legs wider.  "No problem," she
said, breathing deeper in anticipation of what Rosabel was going to do to
her.

Running one of her hands up and down Nellie's porcelain body, Rosabel bent
her head down and captured a cherry-tipped breast with her mouth, sucking
on the turgid little peak.  Nellie squealed with delight--although her
breasts were small, they had always been extremely sensitive, as she had
learned that first time with Howard.  Pleased at the response this elicited
from her young lover, Rosabel leaned over and gave its twin equal
treatment, marveling at the wonderful way the soft, firm flesh felt inside
her mouth as she lazily laved Nellie's nipples with her tongue.  Meanwhile,
the hand which she had sent on an exploratory mission had reached a target
worthy of extensive further investigation--Nellie's divine cunt.  Rosabel's
fingers ran up and down Nellie's dripping slit, coating them with her
oozing love juices.  When the tip of her finger brushed lightly against
Nellie's clit, the young blonde gasped and twitched involuntarily.

Rosabel lifted her mouth off of Nellie's breast momentarily. "Liked that,
did you?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Ahhh...you know I did, lover," Nellie moaned.  "Please don't stop--you've
got me going crazy!"

Not bothering to answer, Rosabel resumed her oral attack on Nellie's
breasts, sucking on them, biting the jutting nipples gently, all the while
her fingers slid up and down Nellie's pussy lips, swirling around her clit,
making little squishing sounds.  Without warning, Rosabel suddenly pushed
one finger deep inside the sloshing cavern.  Though the blonde was
incredibly wet, her heated cunt was extremely tight as it eagerly absorbed
the intruder.

"UNNGGHH!" cried the petite crimefighter.  "That's it...AHHH...that's it!"

With some reluctance, Rosabel's mouth slid off Nellie's breasts and moved
down the blonde's quivering body, licking tiny drops of perspiration from
her trembling skin.  Knowing Rosabel's goal, Nellie was slightly ashamed
for a second--but only for a second!--at how fast she spread her legs wider
in order to facilitate access to her steaming pussy.

Rosabel smiled up at Nellie.  "My, we're a horny slut, aren't we?" she
teased, feeling that turnabout was fairplay.

"Yes," admitted Nellie, a little sheepishly, as she moved her hips
slightly in rhythm with Rosabel's exquisite finger, encased in a velvet
embrace deep within Nellie's humid sheath.

"Yes what?" Rosabel asked, as she positioned herself between Nellie's
thighs.  With the fingers of her other hand she gently spread Nellie's
lower lips and watched, absorbed, at the way Nellie's pink interior was
swallowing her black finger.  Nellie's petals were so pretty, framed
beneath her trimmed blonde thatch, that she was near burning to kiss them,
to lap up those heavenly love juices which were smeared all over them.

"Yes," replied Nellie tremulously.  "I'm a...I'm a...a...horny slut.  OH
YES!" she exclaimed as Rosabel tasted her womanhood for the first time. 
The warmth, the wetness of Rosabel's mouth enveloped her pussy, sending
shockwaves throughout her petite frame.  Her slender hands reached down,
clutched at Rosabel's head, pressed her harder against her heated cunt. 
She thrust her hips against the black woman's mouth, thrilling to every
darting motion of her pliant little tongue, her sensitized flesh screaming
with delight as Rosabel's finger fucked her tight young twat.

Drunk on the aroma of Nellie's honey, Rosabel noisily slurped at the young
woman's leaking pussy, feasting on her love juices.  Thinking to try
something which she loved when Josh did it to her, she shifted her other
hand around, brought it to Nellie's cunt as well, slid it up and down the
dripping slit until it was slick with the blonde's honey.  She then slid it
down, past where she was fucking Nellie with another finger and between her
lower cheeks.  Finding the petite woman's asshole, Rosabel swirled her
finger around the tight opening, wetting it with Nellie's pussy juices.

"What...what are you doing?!" gasped Nellie as she felt Rosabel's finger
prodding at her asshole, sending new and delightfully sinful sensations
coursing through her trembling frame.

For reply, Rosabel pushed her finger forward, inside Nellie's ass, pushing
slowly as she encountered resistance until finally she was past the opening
ring of muscle.  Nellie's asshole clutched at her finger like a velvet
vise.

"Oh God!" Nellie cried as she felt her nethermost regions being violated
by Rosabel's active little finger.  "That feels...UUNNGGHH!...so
nice...so...AAHHH...naughty!  Yes!  Oh, God, YES!"

Finger fucking both of Nellie's holes, Rosabel sucked in earnest at
Nellie's clit, twirling her tongue around the erect nub, nibbling gently on
the swollen morsel.  She fell into a rhythm--as one finger would push into
the young woman's eager body, the other would slide out.  Rosabel marvelled
at the sensation of feeling her fingers moving alongside each other in and
out of Nellie's body, through the thin membrane of flesh which separated
them.

White body glistening with perspiration, Nellie began to writhe on the
carpet, her hands caressing her diamond-hard nipples as she climbed higher
and higher.  Sensing the young woman's impending climax, Rosabel increased
her efforts, sliding her tongue everywhere it might do the most good.

With an inarticulate cry, Nellie came.  The blonde thought she might break
into a thousand pieces as the orgasm ripped through her petite frame. 
Shuddering with orgasmic bliss, she arched up off the floor before slamming
back down on it, head thrashing back and forth, blonde hair flailing. 
Nellie's spasming cunt walls squeezed down hard on Rosabel's finger, as if
desperate to keep the welcome intruder inside them.

"UUNNNGGGHHH!" she wailed, screaming like a banshee, thighs clamped
tightly against Rosabel's head, trapping Rosabel and her tongue and her
fingers in an unbreakable grip.  Rosabel frantically lapped at her friend's
overheated cunt, fucking her over and over again with her fingers, as the
climax tore through her.

Finally Nellie's thighs relaxed their grip, fell open.  Licking Nellie's
cunt one last time, Rosabel gasped for breath, as Nellie had momentarily
cut off her lover's oxygen supply while clenching her head tightly between
her legs.  Nellie, too, was taking shuddering breaths, as her body slowly
came down off her peak.  The sensation of Rosabel's tongue on her clit,
coupled with the movement of her fingers inside her, had been exquisite and
in the aftermath of her orgasm she just lay back, feeling as if she was
floating.

"Thank you," she whispered to Rosabel, a bit shy now that she had cum.  If
anyone had told her earlier that day that by late afternoon, she would eat
out, and be eaten out by, Rosabel, she would have blushed and told them
they were crazy.  Now that it had happened, it seemed that the only crazy
thing was that it hadn't happened earlier!  The black woman moved up to
stretch out alongside her.

"It was my pleasure," Rosabel replied truthfully, her face glistening with
Nellie's honey, as she kissed her petite playmate.  Curious to see what she
tasted like, Nellie licked at Rosabel's face as the two woman curled up in
each other's arms.

A short while later, with Rosabel starting to doze off, Nellie spoke.

"I think the men are going to be a little upset with the way this
afternoon's events played out," Nellie teased.  She was laying pressed up
against her friend, a white arm and a leg flung across her dusky body, one
hand cupping a firm breast, loving the feel of Rosabel's nipple pressing
into her palm.

Rosabel, startled fully awake, turned shocked eyes on her friend.  "You're
joking, right?" she demanded.  "You're not going to tell anyone about this,
are you?"

Nellie giggled.  "No, silly," she said.  "I didn't mean that they would be
upset when they found out what happened between us.  I meant that they
would be upset that from now on, I don't think we'll be baking too many
more cookies for them when they go off and leave us alone together!"

Cuddled together, the two young crimefighters laughed.

THE END.

* * * * *

And in the shameless plug department, if you enjoyed "Ladies In Heat",
read "Bronze Lust" by A Pulp Fan, being the erotic adventures of Pat
Savage, posted to alt.sex.stories.moderated on February 4, 1998!

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