Ladies in Heat

By A Pulp Fan

NELLIE GRAY AND ROSABEL NEWTON IN:

"LADIES IN HEAT"

A Pulp Fan

Contains: FF, MF.

NOTE AND DISCLAIMER:

Although the characters used herein originally appeared in "The Avenger" pulp magazine, knowledge of The Avenger series really isn't necessary to enjoy (hopefully!) this story. As one sentence background material, The Avenger and his organization fought crime in the 1940's. There, that's all you need to know before diving in!

The author makes no claim on any of the characters contained herein who originally appeared in "The Avenger" magazine. This story may be freely copied and posted via newsgroups or on free webpages without further permission, but please do not modify it (and please don't post it on alt.pulp, where underage folks might read it). I would love to hear your comments on this story; you can e-mail me at pulpfan@anon.nymserver.com.

Oh yeah, this story contains explicit matter of a sexual nature and if you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, stop reading this and go off and read "Justice, Inc."

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PART ONE:

There's an old saying--if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. What it should have advised is if you can't take the heat, get out of Manhattan.

The dog days of summer had arrived with a vengeance, turning that mighty metropolis into a sweltering oven. People unfortunate to have to venture out to work were drenched in their own sweat within minutes of leaving their flats, wilting in the oppressive air. Those fortunate enough to be able to stay inside sat near open windows, whirling fans playing on them, trying to remain still while listening to the soaps on the radio, wondering what the next plot twist in "As The World Turns" would bring, or reading the paper about the latest developments in the war over in Europe and wondering when the Axis powers would go down to final defeat--in short, doing anything other than moving out of the artificial breeze which at least brought a temporary respite from the worst of the heat.

Those who were really, really fortunate, however, were located in a warehouse in lower Manhattan. An unimpressive building on the outside, located at the end of a seemingly rundown street, a casual observer would have never guessed that inside, the building belied the dilapidated appearance of its outer shell and was, instead, the modern headquarters of one of the most elite crimefighting forces in the world. As the home base of Justice, Inc., the structure was one of the few in the city equipped with a new means of artificial cooling, called air conditioning, and those who ventured into its cavernous interior to escape the heat swiftly became reluctant to leave.

And so it was that the present two occupants of the building, both young women, were congratulating themselves at having avoided being caught up in the current plans of their co-workers--plans which had taken those same co-workers out of the cool interior of the building and into the blast furnace outside.

An hour or so earlier, three of their comrades had also been inside their HQ, together with their leader, Richard Henry Benson, better known to the world at large as The Avenger. One of the wealthiest men in the world, a terrible tragedy in which he had lost both his wife and his daughter had a profound effect on Benson, with the result that he had turned his considerable skills to fighting crime. To that end, he had gathered around him a core group of trusted allies, five of whom were lounging around with him in the building early that afternoon--Fergus MacMurdie, the dour Scot better known as Mac; Smitty, the gentle giant who could become a lethal weapon; Nellie Gray, diminutive blonde bombshell and the subject of Smitty's affections; and the husband and wife team of Josh and Rosabel Newton, the two African-American members of Justice, Inc. The crimefighting business had been slow the last couple of weeks, as no sinister masterminds intent on conquering the world--or even merely the United States--had arisen to test their mettle. With the result that the action-loving group was a little bored as they sat about the cavernous second story of the warehouse, listening to the radio and making small talk.

Mac and Josh had been the first to leave. Tired of doing nothing, the Scot had announced that he was going to pop in at his drugstore and make sure things were running smoothly there. Josh's eyes had lit up at the thought of sitting at Mac's fountain counter, eating maple-nut sundae after maple-nut sundae. Mac had muttered that it was impossible to make any money with Josh eating his entire ice cream supply, but he finally consented to Josh's coming along. Clearing it with Rosabel, Josh had eagerly accompanied the chemist when he left, telling his wife he'd be back in a few hours.

A few moments later, the phone connecting The Avenger directly with the New York police department had rung. As its jangling tones cut the air, the remaining members of Justice, Inc., stared at it intently, willing it to be something exciting to shake them out of their doldrums. Alas, it wasn't to be. Answering the phone, The Avenger exchanged a few words with a police lieutenant before hanging up.

To the disappointment of his crew, he announced, "Nothing exciting I'm afraid. There's a small matter they'd like to get my input on--and your's too, Smitty, if you feel like coming along. There's some angle to this which involves electricity."

In Smitty's case, appearances were deceiving. Though he didn't look it, his massive exterior concealed the brain of one of the country's top electrical experts. "Sure boss," he replied. "It'll be good to stretch my legs, and who knows, this might turn out to be more interesting than you think."

The Avenger had asked Nellie and Rosabel if they wanted to accompany them. The two women looked at each other, then shrugged. Sitting around HQ bored was one thing, but at least they were cool. If The Avenger didn't think this trip was likely to be interesting, they'd probably just be trading in bored but cool for bored but hot. Not an appealing proposition.

Rosabel spoke for both of them. "Thanks, but I think we'll take a flyer on this one, chief. Getting all hot without a payoff doesn't sound too enticing. Just promise to call us if something juicy develops!"

Promising to do just that, The Avenger and Smitty departed, leaving the two young women alone in the building. Sitting on divans across from each other, legs tucked under themselves, the two female members of Justice, Inc., stared at each other, contemplating the long afternoon ahead of them, ennui etched into their faces.

The two friends were a study in contrast. To call Nellie petite would have been an understatement. Barely five feet in height, weighing just over 100 pounds, she resembled nothing so much as an exquisite porcelain doll, with milky white skin and dainty features. Long blonde tresses framed her pretty face, in which her china-blue eyes sparkled. Barefoot, her tiny feet and slim calves showed beneath her skirt, while her silken blouse was stretched taut enough to reveal the shape of her petite breasts, creating a gentle swell in the material.

While Rosabel was not large, she was more solidly built than her crimefighting companion. Just over 5"6", her ebony skin was toned and fairly shone. Not an ounce of fat was on her firm frame. An onlooker could have gotten lost in her liquid, dark eyes, shining as with an inner light, giving mere hints of her mysterious depths, depths which only her husband Josh had explored. Completing the contrast to Nellie, her face was ringed with black curls, while her blouse made it abundantly clear that her firm, young breasts would be an ample pillow on which any man would love to rest his head and lips.

Nellie broke the silence first. "So, what do you want to do?" she asked, half-heartedly, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from the hem of her skirt.

"Oh, I don't know," came the equally dispirited response. Quiet reigned supreme once more for a few moments, until Nellie spoke again.

"We could bake some cookies," she suggested without a great deal of enthusiasm.

Rosabel shook her head. "No, we did that last week," she pointed out. "I don't feel like it--and no need to spoil them, we don't want them expecting us to bake stuff every time they leave us alone!"

The petite blonde nodded her agreement. "I suppose you're right," she said, lapsing into silence again. Idly she resumed toying with the material of her skirt.

Rosabel's face lit up a few moments later. "We could go shopping..."

Nellie interrupted. "Go out in this heat? You're crazy. It's taken me an hour to get cool after passing through that furnace on my way over here...I'm not going out again!"

Rosabel's face dropped. "Yeah, I guess you've got a point," she conceded. She thought for a moment. "What about playing a game?"

Nellie shrugged, less than enthused. "I don't know. What kind of game?"

"Well, you're a lot of help," laughed Rosabel. "How about backgammon?" she suggested with a grin.

Nellie snorted derisively and stuck her tongue out playfully at the other woman. "Play the backgammon queen? I remember the last time you thumped me at that game! Forget it--I'm not masochistic! What about Monopoly?"

"No," responded Rosabel. "In order to get a really good Monopoly game going, you need more than two people."

"True," Nellie admitted.

"We could always play cards," Rosabel suggested.

Nellie toyed with the idea, then nodded. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea. What do you feel like--maybe gin rummy?"

"No, never was any good at it," came Rosabel's reply. "What about poker?"

"Poker?"

"That's right, missy. You heard me, poker."

"Well, I haven't played it in ages, but I used to be pretty good at it. Good enough, I'm sure, to beat you!" Nellie finished with a smile.

"Oooh, you're scaring me!" laughed Rosabel. "Let's round us up some cards and get this game going!"

"I'll go find 'em," said Nellie, getting up.

While the petite blonde was searching for cards, the dusky negress got up and went into the kitchen. When she returned, carrying a tray, Nellie was already sitting at a table, cards in hand.

"What'd you get?" asked Nellie.

"Some wine and cheese," she responded. "Let's not sit at the table though. Let's sit on the carpet--it'll be more comfortable, I can stretch my legs out, and we can have kind of a mini-picnic!"

"That sounds swell!" agreed Nellie, getting up and plopping herself on the floor. "I'll deal the first hand while you pour!"

The name of the game was five-card draw. The wine flowed freely as the two young women played cards, laughing with glee as they would win a hand, and Rosabel soon had to get up to get a second bottle. During the course of the game, Rosabel's skirt had ridden up on her legs, sliding past her knees and revealing glimpses of her muscular thighs. Meanwhile, every time Nellie leaned forward to pick up her cards, wisps of blonde hair would fall across her face and past her shoulders, seemingly caressing her small breasts through the fabric of her blouse. Red lips wet from the wine, Nellie was a vision as she idly pushed the hair from her face.

"A straight!" cried Nellie triumphantly a short time later, laying down a five through a nine. "I win again--that's the fifth hand in a row!" She clapped her hands with glee.

"Yeah, laugh it up," admonished Rosabel goodnaturedly. "I'm only beginning to get going. What I think we need to make this more interesting are some stakes!"

"Stakes?" asked Nellie. "You mean like money?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, I'd be happy to take your money, but I didn't bring my purse," Nellie admitted sorrowfully.

"Well then, lucky for you," chimed Rosabel. "Because there wouldn't be anything left in it after I finished with you!"

"Oh yeah," Nellie retorted. "Then how come I'm the one who's winning all the hands, hmm?"

"You're just lucky," Rosabel responded. "Plus we're not really playing for anything. Where's the challenge in that? If we were playing for something, it'd be a different story, my friend! I would trounce you!"

"Big talk, when you know I have no money."

A gleam came into Rosabel's eye. "Well...that's okay. I just got me an idea..."

Nellie stiffened. Something in Rosabel's attitude had changed, and she was alert for getting suckered into something. Though with the amount of the wine she'd drunk, her powers of resistance were not at their peak. "And that idea would be..." she asked cautiously.

"Well," said Rosabel coyly. "It's just a little stakes game that Josh and I play sometimes when we're alone. We play each hand like we've been doing--but the loser of each hand has to take off a piece of clothing!"

Nellie gasped in shock. "Rosabel!" she exclaimed, bringing one tiny hand to her mouth in shock, blushing furiously. Her white skin turned a pretty shade of pink. "How can you even suggest such a thing?"

"Oh, calm down," Rosabel lectured. "It's nothing to get upset over. We're just a couple of girls, there's none of the men here. Besides, it's not like we've never seen each other undressed before--we've changed clothes lots of times in front of each other before!"

"Yeah, but that was different," Nellie hurriedly explained, nervously gulping down some more wine. "Then we had to change into other outfits for a job we were doing. This is...this is...well, different!"

"Oh, it's no different," Rosabel retorted. "C'mon, a moment ago you were crowing about how good you were, and now you're too scared to play for some stakes? What about putting your money--or rather your clothing--where your mouth is?"

"I am _not_ too scared!" Nellie protested. "It's just that, well, it's just such a crazy idea! And besides, we don't have that many clothes on. What do we do when we finish the game, put our clothes back on and play again? The whole thing is crazy!"

"Well, I could tell you what Josh and I do when we finish the game!" As soon as the words had passed her lips, Rosabel burst out laughing, scarce believing that she had said it. If the buzz in her head wasn't sufficient proof, that statement was--she was well on her way to having too much to drink. She held a hand to her mouth and stifled some giggles. "Though usually we don't wait to finish the game!"

Nellie gasped in shock again, blushing even more furiously, her pretty blue eyes making a nice contrast to her pink cheeks. "Rosabel! How could you say that!"

Rosabel emptied her wine glass. Pouring herself another, she shrugged, still giggling. "Oh, I don't know...but what's the harm? He's my husband, it's not like it's any great secret we do stuff together. I'll tell you what--if someone loses all their clothes and then loses another hand, they have to answer any question the other person asks them. Sort of like the 'I dare you' games people played in high school. And also, if you lose a hand, you don't just lose a piece of clothing, you have to down a decent slug of wine."

Still pink, Nellie protested once more. "Oh, Rosabel, I don't know. What if the men come back?"

"Honey," Rosabel replied. "The men won't be back for the rest of the afternoon. Josh will eat sundaes until the cows come home, and with nothing going on here, Mac'll just do some of his chemical stuff at his store. And you know that every time the chief goes to police headquarters, whether it's important or not, they all want to talk to him forever. Besides, we'll know on the surveillance cameras when they return, and we'll have plenty of time to get dressed. I just think you're chicken."

"I am _not_ chicken," Nellie stated emphatically, wringing her hands together nervously. "It's just that...oh...I don't know."

"You are _to_ chicken!" exclaimed Rosabel. "Why think, just a few moments ago you were up on your high horse gloating whenever you won a hand, but now that the time comes to put up or shut up, you're running scared. Chicken!"

Trembling a little, Nellie gulped down some more wine for courage. "Oh, all right then, you win. I must be crazy! I'll play your stupid game--and I'll beat you just as bad as I was beating you before!"

"That's the spirit!" cried Rosabel. "Just to make it fair though, we should start with the same number of clothes. I'm wearing five things. You?"

Nellie nodded as she filled her and Rosabel's glasses. "Five also. It's your deal," she finished, handing her the cards.

Rosabel shuffled and dealt the cards. Nellie looked at her hand. A pair of eights, including an eight of spades, a nine and a jack of spades, and a four of diamonds. She stared at the cards, then across the floor at Rosabel, sitting there looking intently at her own hand. Rosabel was right, playing for stakes definitely heightened the tension when it came to decision time.

"I'll take three," she announced, holding on to the pair. Rosabel dealt Nellie her cards, then announced that she would also take three and dealt them to herself. The two woman picked up their new cards, rearranged their hands.

"Well?" asked Rosabel, licking her lips a bit nervously.

"Three eights," replied Nellie, laying her hand down.

"Damn," muttered Rosabel. "Beats me. I've got a pair of queens." She tossed her hand down.

Though she had resisted the idea of playing the game, Nellie clapped with glee, flushed with her early success. "Told you I'd beat you if we played for stakes!" she crowed. "C'mon, c'mon, let's lose something here! And don't forget to drink your wine!"

"Hold your horses, hold your horses, I'm going." Rosabel drained her wine glass, then stood up and unfastened her skirt. Stepping out of it, she tossed it on a divan, standing clad before Nellie in her blouse and a knee-length slip. "Happy now?" she asked, sitting back down again. The slip rode up on her as she settled in, revealing her brown thighs.

"Um hmm," replied Nellie, smiling as she shuffled. "Just remember whose idea this was!"

The cards were dealt. Rosabel looked at hers in dismay--no pairs and no good flush or straight opportunities. Holding onto an ace of hearts, she called for four cards. Nellie dealt them to her and took one card for herself.

Looking at her hand, Rosabel was relieved to see that she'd drawn another ace. "Pair of aces," she announced, laying them down, hopeful that Nellie had been going for a straight or a flush and hadn't hit it.

Nellie smiled at her. "Too bad, my friend. My sevens and tens trounce your aces," she said, revealing two pairs. "Here, let me fill your glass for you again," she said happily, sipping some wine herself.

Rosabel unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and threw it onto the divan next to her skirt. Her large breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, thrusting them up and emphasizing her cleavage. Though it had been her idea to play for these stakes, she felt a little uncomfortable exposed this way in front of Nellie and quickly took her drink of wine, nervously cleaning some traces of it off her lips with her tongue.

"Gee, Rosabel," Nellie said slyly with false concern, feeling a little cocky from winning two hands in a row, assisted by the buzz she had from the wine. "I hope you won't get too cold in a few hands when you won't have your clothes on anymore!"

"Ha, ha," replied the black woman as she dealt the next hand. "Just remember--it's not how you start the race, it's how you finish it."

Nellie looked at her cards, saw that she had two pairs again, this time threes and fives. She drew one card, while across from her Rosabel smiled.

"I don't want any cards," Rosabel said. "What do you have?"

There was a sinking feeling in Nellie's stomach as she looked at the card she'd drawn, a king.

"Two pair."

"Well, then," Rosabel said, laying a straight down with a flourish. "You know the rules--loser strips! And don't _you_ forget to take a drink this time!"

"I'm still up two to one on you!" Nellie retorted as she stood and removed her skirt, revealing the slip underneath it. She tucked her dainty feet underneath her, sitting on her haunches, as she shuffled and dealt the cards.

The two young women split the next two hands. Rosabel took off her slip, revealing a pair of black panties matching the lace pattern on her bra, while Nellie removed her blouse. Beneath it she wore a white bra, cupping her small, firm breasts. When she saw the color of Nellie's bra, Rosabel laughed, exclaiming that their choices of underwear that day were colorized just like they were. Nellie failed to see the humor in that, particularly when she lost the next hand and had to remove her slip, exposing the white panties she had on underneath it. The petite blonde sat back down, hands on her thighs, the loser of two hands in a row.

As Rosabel dealt the next hand, both players were intent on the cards. Both clad in panties and a bra, this hand would result in one of them going either topless or bottomless. Picking up their cards, they both smiled slightly.

"I'll take two," announced Nellie.

"I'll stand," came Rosabel's reply. "What do you have?"

"Full house!" Nellie exulted, writhing a little on the floor in delight. "Queens over fours! Read 'em and weep!"

"I don't believe it!" cried Rosabel. "Here I am with a flush, and you draw a pair in two cards! That isn't fair!"

"It may not be fair, but it's cards," replied Nellie. "I believe it's your turn to drink and strip!"

Rosabel reached behind herself and undid the clasp on her bra. The article of clothing fell away from her lush breasts, exposing them to the air--and the sight of Nellie Gray. Tossing the bra onto the furniture, her breasts jiggled slightly from the motion. Nellie's breath caught in her throat as she viewed her friend's charms. Rosabel's breasts were large but firm, with not even a hint of sagging. The slightly darker aureoles were larger than silver dollars, nipples jutting erect in the cool air. The thought came unbidden into Nellie's mind, wondering how much of those mounds Josh could take into his mouth when they made love. The thought had no sooner crossed her mind than she blushed furiously, her entire exposed body turning pink from head to toe. God, what was she thinking!

If Rosabel noticed her friend's color change, she didn't say anything except, "Your deal."

Hands trembling for a moment, Nellie quickly shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand, a hand which found their fortunes reversed. This time it was Nellie who had to unclasp her bra, Nellie who tossed it onto the divan. Where Rosabel's dusky globes had jiggled slightly from doing so, Nellie's petite, firm breasts didn't move at all. The two mounds were each just slightly larger than Nellie's closed fist, topped with bright cherry red nipples that stood perkily erect. This time it was Rosabel's turn to blush unnoticed, as her friend's saucy breasts came into view, wondering if she liked Smitty to caress them, to tweak them and play with them.

With a start, she realized she had been staring at Nellie's tits. She quickly shuffled, but her stare had not gone unnoticed by the petite blonde, who had been casting surreptitious glances at Rosabel's hardened peaks as well, not quite sure why she was doing it, but helpless to resist.

As Rosabel dealt the cards, Nellie blurted out, "You've got great breasts."

No sooner had she uttered the words than she wished she could take them back. Her hands went to her face, china blue eyes widening in shock over what she had just said. Upon hearing those words, Rosabel froze, holding the next card to be dealt. She looked up, startled, at her friend. "Thanks," she responded hesitantly.

"No," Nellie stammered. "No...I mean...I mean that I've always wished I had large breasts and yours are perfect," she finished in a rush. She quickly downed more wine to cover her embarrassment.

Rosabel laughed and resumed dealing the cards. "Well why ever would you want that?" she asked. "There's nothing wrong with your breasts--I think they're very pretty. I don't know why you'd want them any larger--unless Smitty prefers them larger, that is?" she said, half joking, half serious.

"Uh...no," replied Nellie softly. "Smitty...uh, Smitty...Smitty thinks they're just fine. It's just that, well, I've always wanted to have large breasts, but--pardon me for saying it--it just wasn't in the cards."

"Well, don't complain, honey," Rosabel said as they picked up their hands. "Large breasts aren't always what they're cracked up to be. They can kind of get in the way at times, particularly in our business! Truth be told, I've often kind of wished mine were a little smaller--although Josh sure doesn't!"

Nellie giggled and smiled, relaxing again. "Well, I'd trade you these little things for yours any day of the week! And I'll take three--cards that is!"

Rosabel chuckled. "Nellie, so long as you have fun with what you've got, that's the important thing. Size don't matter--at least not the size of anything on a woman!"

Nellie's eyes opened wide for a moment, staring at Rosabel, liquid dark eyes staring back at her. At the same instant, the two young woman burst out roaring with laughter.

"Well in that department," Nellie confessed a moment later, wiping some tears from her china blues, "I've got absolutely no complaints. Smitty's a...a giant of a man. In all ways!"

"I figured as much," Rosabel shot back, still laughing. "And as you can probably guess from his shoe size, my Josh don't play second fiddle to no one when it comes to that!"

"Yeah, I had kind of noticed," Nellie said shyly. Suddenly she started. "Hey, how many cards are you taking anyway?"

"Oh yeah," Rosabel looked at her hand. "I'm gonna go with two this time."

Taking the cards, she looked at the young blond. "Three eights," Nellie announced, laying her hand down.

"Too bad for you," said Rosabel, tossing her cards down face-up. "My three jacks appear to have you beat. Time to lose the rest of your clothing, sister!"

By now feeling pretty relaxed from the wine and the conversation they'd been sharing, as she rose to peel off her panties, Nellie remarked, "I feel like there should be some music playing, like something or other from an Arab harem--you know, with flutes and cymbals and bells and all that."

"A little less talk and a little more clothing removal," admonished Rosabel, enjoying her first lead of the game. "I bet you don't stall this much when Smitty's waiting!"

Nellie stuck her small pink tongue out at the black woman. "Don't worry, I always pay up," she announced. "And anyway, Smitty likes to remove them himself, so there!"

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, Nellie slid them over the swell of her hips and down her thighs. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, grabbing them by one foot with her pretty pink toes and flicking them up off the floor onto the divan with the rest of their former attire.

"There, see?" she said, striking a pose for Rosabel. One foot placed just forward of the other, legs slightly parted, she stood nude before the black woman, an exquisite porcelain doll of a figure. Wisps of her long blonde tresses hung down over the front of her shoulders, tickling her crimson peaked breasts, blonde tresses which were matched in color by the trimmed blonde triangle of hair adorning the juncture of her thighs. Staring at her lithe form, Rosabel swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Though she had known Nellie for years, even seen her mostly disrobed on occasion, she'd never seen her like this. Her beauty took Rosabel's breath away.

"I don't know what you were complaining about earlier," she heard herself say. "Smitty's one lucky guy to have you, honey--you're dropdead gorgeous!"

Nellie plopped back down onto the carpet. "That's sweet of you--but sweet talk won't get you anywhere! Now that you've beaten the panties off me, I'm going to return the favor!" Swiftly she dealt the next hand.

Though Nellie's thighs were pressed fairly close together, as Rosabel bent over to pick up her cards, she could see, laying just beneath Nellie's blonde thatch, her love petals nestled delectably. Was it her imagination or was there a hint of moisture on those lower lips? Rosabel was finding it harder to breath and drank some more wine. The conversation and the sight of seeing Nellie's toothsome form naked was having some unanticipated effects on her own body, as she could feel herself growing moist. She silently prayed that when the time came for her to stand up and remove her own panties, her arousal wouldn't be betrayed by a wet spot on the front of them. The embarrassment of having Nellie know she was getting turned on by the sight of her petite nude figure would kill her!

Unbeknownst to Rosabel, her petite friend was having similar thoughts as she watched the dusky breasts swaying before her. She could be wrong, but Nellie felt sure that Rosabel's chocolate nipples were puffier than before--as indeed were her own. She kept finding herself hoping that Rosabel would lose the next hand, not just because she wanted to win, but because she secretly wanted to see her friend's bush. Head buzzing from the wine, Nellie found the thought of viewing her friend's naked body oddly stimulating, and she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. God, she thought, I just hope Rosabel doesn't realize it! I think I'd die!

Nellie's hopes at seeing Rosabel naked were not to be immediately fulfilled, however, as the black woman won the next hand.

"What now?" asked Nellie, a little nervously.

"Well," replied Rosabel, "As I recall, we agreed that the winner got to ask the loser a question, and the loser has to answer it. Let me think." She paused for a moment, debating whether she should ask the question she wanted to ask, finally deciding to do it. "Okay, I know...is Smitty the first guy you've been with, and if not, who were the others?"

"Rosabel!" exclaimed Nellie, blushing again. "What kind of question is that?"

"It's my question, and under the rules of the game, you have to answer it! Well?"

Nellie swiftly drank some more wine, thoughts racing. "All right...but we have to make a pact that neither of us will _ever_ repeat to anyone else the things we hear today. Ever!"

"Agreed."

"Well then...no, Smitty wasn't the first," Nellie admitted, smiling shyly and flushed a pretty pink. As she watched that pink shade suffuse Nellie's breasts, the thought came unbidden into Rosabel's head that the young woman's elongated nipples looked delicious, like cherries resting in cream. Rosabel had to look away for a moment in embarrassment as Nellie began to answer the question.

"Smitty wasn't the first," she repeated. "But I've only been with two other men. The first was a guy I dated during college named Howard. We were college sweethearts, but broke up right before I graduated. The second was an archaeology student of my father's named John. He and my father got into a serious disagreement and I called it off."

Rosabel licked her dry lips nervously, drank more wine. "Okay, let's talk about Howard. Where did you and he first do it?" she asked.

"Oh, no," Nellie shot back. "That's another question."

"It's a continuation of the same question," argued Rosabel. "Under the rules of the game, you get to ask a reasonable number of follow-up type questions. I'll let you do it to me--if you ever get that far!"

"Well, I don't plan on losing again!" retorted Nellie. "So okay, those are the rules then. Just look out for when it's your turn though!"

Nellie leaned forward slightly and poured more wine. It might have just been her imagination, but Rosabel thought she could smell the scent of the young woman, a heady fragrance. As Nellie settled back down to answer the question, she shifted a little, her legs falling slightly apart. Though Rosabel tried hard not to stare--or at least not to be obvious about staring--in Nellie's new position, her pussy lips were clearly displayed to the avid gaze of Rosabel. The fleshy petals seemed to be staring back at her--and she still wasn't sure, but it certainly looked like Nellie's pussy was getting wet.

Though Rosabel didn't know it, that was an understatement. Going back over her sexual experiences with Howard in her mind, looking at Rosabel's nearly nude form, was causing Nellie's inner juices to flow more and more freely.

"My first time with Howard was in the back of his car. We had gone on a picnic, at a remote place in a park, and it started to rain. We decided to try and wait it out in the back of his car and, well, then we started making out and he...uhh, took me."

"Details, details!" pressed Rosabel. She was aware that by now, her own cunt juices were leaking from her pussy and beginning to wet the fabric of her panties, but she didn't care.

"God, you want details?" whispered Nellie, half hoping the answer would be no, half hoping the answer would be yes.

Rosabel nodded her head "yes," her dark, liquid eyes sparkling with excitement. She gulped down more wine to wet her dry throat.

"How detailed?"

"Very," she heard herself say, as if she was no longer in control of what she said or did. "Very detailed--and I'll do the same with you when it's my turn."

"Well, okay," Nellie agreed, her gaze directed down towards the floor. "I don't know that I can look at you when I tell you this...but...well, first we were just kissing, French-like, you know? And then his hand came up and started playing with my breasts." She glanced up at Rosabel, to see the black woman looking at her eagerly, hanging on every word. God, she couldn't believe she was telling Rosabel this!

"Yes, keep going!"

"Well, until then I'd always made him stop when he tried to unbutton my blouse, but...but this time I didn't stop him. Everything was like in slow motion. I could see everything so vividly, hear everything so clearly, the sound of our breathing, the patter of the rain on the roof. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back off of my shoulders, reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I almost stopped him when the bra fell away from me. I had never let a man see my naked breasts before, and I felt a little shameful, displaying myself to him like that. All I could think of was that my father would kill me if he knew! I was also a little embarrassed at the size of my breasts, but then Howard exclaimed to me, 'Gosh, Nellie...they're the most beautiful things in the world' and suddenly it was all right. He leaned forward and kissed me again, his hands fondling my breasts and nipples..." Nellie paused to take another drink, feeling the heat suffusing her core. Her crimson peaks were so hard they ached; she could tell without looking down that her puffy pussy lips were betraying her excitement to her friend. With her growing excitement, however, she no longer cared if Rosabel was offended--although any thoughts she had that Rosabel might be offended were dispelled when the black woman eagerly motioned her to go on with her tale.

"I had never felt a man's hands on my bare breasts before," she continued. "It was like little tingles of electricity shooting up through me. That was when I knew that we were going to do it...that I was going to let him...let him put it inside me. His mouth moved down to my breasts and started kissing them. Oh, God, I had never known anything could feel as good as it did when he started sucking on my nipples. I thought surely I'd died and gone to heaven--I had no inclination that the delights to come were much greater still.

"As he was sucking at my breasts, his hand went between my legs and slid up towards my...my womanhood. Howard had never been bold enough to even try to do _that_ before, but I spread my legs apart and let him stroke me through my panties. God, I was so wet! When he moved the fabric aside and started running his finger up and down...Oh, Rosabel, I can't say it!" Nellie squealed, dropping her gaze to the floor, unable to muster the courage to continue.

"Sure you can, you can say it! C'mon, you can't leave me hanging!" Rosabel pleaded.

"Promise you won't think worse of me if I get a little vulgar?" Nellie asked hopefully, looking back up at her friend.

"I promise, I promise! Come on, what happened next? Tell me!" Rosabel begged eagerly.

"Well, all right, if you promise," Nellie said. "Well, he started moving his finger up and down...up and down my...my slit...there, I've said it! When he brushed up against my clit, I thought I'd hit the roof! It was incredible! He told me to lift my ass up for a minute, that he wanted to take my panties off. You might think me a brazen hussy, but I lifted my ass up so fast I'm surprised I didn't injure him! He peeled them off me. I was breathless in anticipation, thinking that he'd go back to sucking on my tits and rubbing my...well, my pussy. Instead, I watched in disbelief as Howard rearranged himself and brought his mouth down to...down on me. No one had ever told me that people did that sort of thing! I'm surprised my screams of pleasure didn't bring the park rangers down on us!

"It didn't take long. I...uhh, I'd had some orgasms before, of course, doing...well, you know, from my fingers, playing with myself," Nellie blushed again, scarce believing that she'd told Rosabel--that she'd told anyone, for that matter!--that she masturbated. "But this was so different, so intense, it was like comparing the flow from a faucet with Niagara Falls! I don't know how long I came for, it just went on and on! Poor Howard, I'm surprised I didn't crush him to death between my thighs. I just lay there, panting, feeling so alive, so vibrant. I didn't even notice when he took his pants off. The next thing I knew, he was laying against me, on top of me, hip to hip, looking down into my eyes. 'I want you, Nellie Gray,' he said and I nodded. God, if only he knew how much I wanted him too! He pushed himself in gently and...uhh, when he reached my cherry, kissed me and thrust forward. I was still so high from my orgasms that I hardly felt any pain at all, and that disappeared real quick. It was so exquisite feeling him moving inside me, but he was so excited, he hardly lasted any time at all. I didn't care though, it was wonderful! And he more than made up for it a short while later the second and third times in the back of that car!"

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.