The smell of her excitement was harsh and rich. Pell found herself in the dark, sucking it in through her nose―a long nasal tone. It was so unusual, so strange...her own cunt, she knew, was almost odorless, tasteless. But Arc's, it seemed, had a hard-edge kind of smell, a deep, natural smell that reminded Pell of locker rooms, of her own pits after a long walk. It wasn't unpleasant but then Pell didn't think that anything about Arc could ever have been that.

Putting her lips to where her fingers slowly explored never crossed her mind. Later, after dawn, she'd regret but understand it a bit. She was inside more than her lips and tongue ever could be: the strong woman had parted herself, opened herself out of need. Pell was in her deepest parts, to simply stick her face down there and lick would be like pissing in church.

So it was with her narrow fingers that Pell explored her. First, that delicate tangle that continued from a hard mons down into a thicket. It was a complex knot something that Pell instantly knew may not have been untied by gentle touches for a long time. She hesitated, stroking calmly up and down the hairs for a minute, two, uncertain how much to push. But the heat, the burning fires of Arc, the gentle glide of her body next to her, the smell of sweat and cunt, finally pushed her into executing a gentle parting.

Wet...so wet, wetter than anything Pell had ever felt, like thick, hot soup. Between them a kind of steam built, something that completely obscured reason. Normally, Pell would never have been so bold, but with her finger slowly licking up and down Arc's hot, hot cunt...from deep cunt hole to the hard, hard point of her too-erect clit...she had to do something with her mouth. Arc's was too far away, a hot bellows on the top of Pell's head, but something else was just as close...and just as tasty. In a beat of her heart, Arc's left nipple was in her mouth. Salty...knotted hardness, the smoothness of the rest of Arc's breast against her cheek, her lips. Pell sucked, filling the early part of her mouth with Arc's nipple. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the heaving breaths of Arc, and the whispering of the sheets as they slid over her body.

Movement...Arc twisted her body slightly, shifting herself onto her back. For a moment, her nipple popped free of Pell's hungry lips. A frown whipped across Pell's mouth, but the heat was on her and, beyond reason or thought, she quickly climbed on top of the larger woman, spreading her legs wide to straddle her, lips again seeking the cool wetness of her well-sucked nipple. It took some twisting of her own, but in a moment Pell's hand was once again deep in Arc's hot cunt.

Another slight twist, Arc lifted her body slightly. Frightened for a moment that this was some way of trying to get her to stop, Pell released the hot nipple and tried to see Arc's face in the darkness. Nothing, nothing but a soft sound, the sound Arc had been making that entire time―a kittenish moan, a childish groan. The hand was a shock, but one that built the heat right up again, Arc's hand hunting out for Pell's, taking it and pushing it back down into Arc's molten cunt.

Again, Pell started to work her, feeling her own cunt turn fluid, melt in its own hot juice. As her fingers energetically worked Arc's lips, hole, clit and all three quickly, Pell felt something, a glancing touch. For a moment, puzzlement flashed through her, and then she realized, the knowledge like a skyrocket bursting through her so fast, hot and bright that Pell had to put her free hand down between her own hot thighs, into her own volcanic recesses...so hot, so tight, and so good.