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Amazing Grace – a Lesbian Sex Story

2 June, 2018 (02:35) | Lesbian Sex Stories | By: admin

by LeAnna 

***

Imagine Grace's surprise when she undressed her lover 
(who she'd just met less than an hour before at the 
party they were both attending) to find that he was 
really a she. What would she do now? (FF, 1st-lesbian-
expr, rom)

***
 
The music accentuated the heavy air perfectly, loud and 
pulsating, almost having a life of its own. The beats 
pounded away in Grace's head, pounding in her body, as 
she took another deep breath of marijuana, reveling in 
the feeling of lightheadedness. 90% of the party-goers 
were stoned or drunk, and nearly everybody was echoing 
the beats of the music with the movement of their bodies 
on the dance floor.

A young man, about 19 years old, engaged in a deep lip-
lock just at the edge of Grace's sight, his hands moving 
lewdly up her shirt and touching the woman's undoubtedly 
hard nipples. Grace sighed, exhaling the smoke slowly, 
and fighting off a bout of depression.	

"Don't think about it!" she chided herself, pushing the 
thought out of her head. The thought that had 
reverberated throughout her mind for a year; "aren't you 
going to get laid yet? Are you going to be a virgin for 
the rest of your life?" 

She'd had her share of suitors, and had her pussy eaten 
out a time or two. But none of them had been special 
enough to let his hot cock inside of her pussy. She kept 
it shaved and neat, however, hoping that one day the 
chance would come again. 

She was by no means unattractive, her body was 
voluptuous, and her tight shirt showed off her braless 
breasts, nipples pressing heavily against the fabric. 
Her pants were loose, the way she liked them, 
comfortable and coolly touching her skin slightly. Even 
the sensuous way that the pants hung lowly off the hip 
accentuated her soft curves. She just hadn't had 
opportunity with the right one yet... whoever that may 
be.

A man caught her eye. He was dressed in fashionable 
1920s garb, in a loose, baggy pinstripe suit and short 
hair peeking out from beneath a newsboy hat. He was 
slender, and his face was beautiful. That was the only 
way to describe it. Delicate beauty, almost feminine, 
and his brilliant blue eyes penetrated into her own 
eyes. 

Grace smiled coyly at this man, flirting deliberately 
with her eyes, turning her body slightly to show off her 
breasts, arching her back a bit to let him see the round 
ass that Grace possessed.

A smile arrived to the lips of the man, and he walked up 
to her. Grace offered the joint to the handsome 
stranger, and he shook his head. Instead, he took 
Grace's hand, and led her into the pulsating crowd. She 
pressed her body close to his, slow dancing to the heavy 
metal, and caught a whiff of Old Spice cologne. It was 
so faint, that she had to bring her face very close to 
his neck to smell it. 

Her head was beginning to spin as the effect of the 
marijuana sunk in, combined with the loud music and the 
heated atmosphere of all the bodies together in the 
living room. She leaned her head against his shoulder 
while his arms went around her, hands squeezing her 
waist slightly and feeling her ass.

His lips went down, and nipped her gently on the ear. He 
squeezed her ass gently, and then ran his hand up her 
side, grazing her breast and lightly caressing her 
nipple as they continued their sensual dance.

Grace had to shout to let herself be heard above the 
party noise. "I'm feeling a little dizzy... do you think 
we could find a room and go lay down?" she yelled with a 
wicked grin.

He nodded wordlessly, a smile touching the corners of 
his lips, and turned-heading to the stairwell to the 
upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Grace held on to his 
waist, letting her hands explore his ass- tight and 
small. Her joint dropped from her fingers, now a roach, 
as she pressed her body against his back, walking 
through the stairwell to the upstairs region.

It was a large house, with about 8 bedrooms in total. 
The host was from an influential family, and there were 
antiques (carefully moved to the garage before the 
party, of course!), beautiful carpeting (rolled back to 
avoid the party), and exquisite chandeliers. 

Upstairs, the elegantly furnished floor was now littered 
with beer cans and food bits, and she could hear moaning 
from several rooms. A loud scream wailed from a room, 
accentuated with shouts, and Grace couldn't help but 
blush. She took a chance, and opened the door to a 
random room hesitantly, peeking inside.

It was empty. The music was loud even as the door shut, 
the sound waves passing through the thick walls. Grace 
turned around and kissed her date for the evening square 
on the lips, feeling the soft, moist lips of his, his 
tongue slowly snaking into her mouth.

The man ran his tongue along her lips, pressing against 
her as she backed into the bedroom, falling onto the bed 
with this beautiful man holding her close. The bed 
received their bodies with a soft "ploosh!" of air.

Grace laid herself flat on the queen-sized bed, still 
kissing the man. His hands, work-worn and small, ran up 
her shirt to feel her large, bra-free breasts, placing a 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a 
moan from Grace.

She broke the kiss after a few minutes, her mate sitting 
atop of her, straddle-legged, with his hands up her 
shirt. She sat up slightly to take her shirt off, and 
asked teasingly,

"Before we go any further, I must know your name!"

"Charlie," he responded, in a musical, lilting voice. 
The voice was deep, yet smooth - like Grace's voice 
before she quit smoking cigarettes.

"Well, Charlie, I'm Grace, and this is a bit unfair.. my 
tits are before your eyes, ready for your hungry lips 
and you've not even taken your hat off!" Grace laughed, 
deliberately teasing Charlie with her sexual innuendoes. 
Grace tipped Charlie's hat over off his head and onto 
the bed. 

Charlie had blonde hair, complementing his blue eyes, 
cropped near the cheek bone, parted in the middle. It 
was sexy, unstyled and flowing around his ears. Grace 
ran her hands appreciatively up Charlie's abdomen, 
feeling his hard stomach. She gave it a test punch, 
smiling when he didn't respond to it. Charlie worked 
out, that was obvious.

Grace gripped Charlie's collar, bringing him down close 
to her for another kiss. She reveled in the feeling of 
Charlie's tongue in her, running along her mouth, 
sucking at her tongue as if it was a penis. Her body was 
starting to heat, her clit throb and her pussy warm, 
wet. 

She hurriedly undid the buttons of Charlie's shirt, 
eager to feel Charlie's hard chest underneath her palms. 
When her fumbling fingers failed at the task after the 
first few buttons, she ripped the shirt open. Charlie 
didn't seem to notice, and she slipped her hand inside, 
feeling the soft skin.

Grace sat up suddenly, a look of shock on her face. Her 
mind was reeling.

Before her, were a pair of beautiful, petite breasts. 
They were not too small, yet small enough to be hidden 
perfectly by Charlie's extremely loose white men's 
blouse. Charlie wore no bra either, and her nipples were 
jutting out proudly, erect with the sensations of 
Grace's lips and Grace's body pressed against hers. 
Charlie, now that Grace looked at her face, was a 
beautiful, stunning woman.. and Grace had never known.

A shriek started to leave Grace's mouth, when a hand 
suddenly clamped down over Grace's jaw, and the woman 
leaned over and whispered soothingly into Grace's ear. 
"Shhh... shh... I won't hurt you. If you want me to 
stop, I will just button my shirt back up and leave... 
You're just so beautiful, and I only want the chance to 
make love with a beautiful woman like you." Her voice 
was still rough, yet musical- the voice appeared to 
occur naturally, and there was tremble of trepidation in 
the notes.

Grace was stunned. She had considered herself perfectly 
straight all her life, and could not even conceive of 
this stud suddenly turning into a woman. The sweet scent 
of Charlie's hand- hand lotion- met Grace's nostrils, 
because it was still clapped over Grace's mouth. As 
Grace glanced at Charlie's breasts as Charlie lifted 
herself back up, slowly releasing Grace's mouth, she 
realized.

"I want you." The words wrenched themselves out of 
Grace's mouth before she even realized she said it. 
Charlie grinned at Grace devilishly as Grace's hand 
hesitantly moved to Charlie's breast. Grace slowly felt 
the hard nipple underneath her touch, and her other hand 
ran across Charlie's stomach, perfectly tight and 
muscular. Those kinds of stomachs turned Grace on 
incredibly- and apparently, now it seemed, the gender of 
the stomach's owner didn't matter.

Charlie shook her blouse off of her shoulders, and 
leaned over to kiss Grace's dark nipple, her hand 
squeezing Grace's other breast gently. The feeling of 
Charlie's tongue on Grace's nipple was too much for 
Grace to resist, and she moaned softly in response. 
Charlie lifted herself up, and the moistness of Grace's 
nipples made them scrape across Charlie's skin. 

Charlie moved her body around, feeling Grace's nipples, 
and Grace reached her hands out to unbutton Charlie's 
pants, letting them loose with an audible snap. Charlie 
sighed as Grace removed one hand to caress her breast, 
and used the other hand to unzip and tug Charlie's pants 
down part way. Charlie had long, beautiful, tanned legs, 
baby soft and silky smooth. Her thighs were hard, toned, 
and her butt was tight and small. She's beautiful, Grace 
thought to herself.

Charlie stood up on her knees, and helped Grace pull 
down her pants. When they were off, Grace admired how 
good the white cotton panties looked in contrast to 
Charlie's tanned skin, stretched tight over Charlie's 
muscles. Charlie had a rock-hard body, not grotesquely 
muscular. (Grace, it seems, has a thing for slender, 
tight bodies.)

Grace slipped her hand over Charlie's mons, tickling the 
pubic hair underneath the cloth. Charlie was still 
standing on her knees, and would have been straddling 
Grace's stomach if she sat down, which logically places 
Charlie's pussy above Grace's chest and neck. Grace was 
enjoying the view, laying straight on her back and 
massaging the pussy above her. 

There was a visible wet spot, spreading as Charlie let 
out a soft groan. Grace took this as encouragement, her 
nubile fingers finding Charlie's clit and massaging it 
slowly. Charlie was growing more excited, her juices 
dripping out of her pussy at a steady rate. She ground 
her pussy slightly against Grace, her body begging to do 
it harder. 

Grace stopped for a moment, and tugged down Charlie's 
panties. It was getting in her way, and Grace wanted 
both of her hands free to caress and feel this luscious 
woman. 	

Grace felt herself getting turned on- no, that would be 
a lie. She had been turned on half an hour ago, on the 
dance floor, when Charlie had pressed herself against 
Grace. Grace had been so dizzy with feeling that she had 
never noticed the lack of a hard-on between Charlie's 
legs. And now that she thought about it, she preferred 
Charlie's company to a man's at his particular moment. 
Charlie was tender, loving, and incredibly beautiful.

"I want to eat your pussy," Grace whispered, almost too 
softly for Charlie to hear. Charlie, though, heard, and 
lowered her pussy to Grace's mouth, moving her panties 
to the side so that Grace could access her pussy.

The aroma of this woman's pussy aroused her, and 
reminded Grace how much she liked the smell of her own 
pussy, the taste of her juices on her fingers or her 
then-boyfriends' lips. On Charlie, the effect was 
dizzying, overcoming Grace with lust. Grace wasted no 
more time, and plunged her face into Charlie's muff.

Charlie moaned loudly at this sudden movement, 
reflexively pressing her pussy hard against Grace's 
virgin mouth. Grace rubbed her teeth lightly against 
Charlie's clit, pressing her tongue hard against the 
pussy hole. 

Charlie's hands moved up to her own breasts. She felt 
the small mounds of flesh, and softly tickled her 
nipples. They were standing erect, and Charlie's body 
was lit aflame by this feeling of having this beautiful 
woman eat her pussy, her tongue darting and flickering 
around her clit and inside her pussy. For someone who'd 
never eaten pussy before, she was pretty damn good.

The shock of the taste hit Grace. It was not unpleasant, 
slightly salty, and.. Hard to describe. It was sweeter 
than her own, and slightly dour. It turned her on- the 
smells, the feeling. Charlie's clit was hot and erect, 
pulsating against Grace's tongue. 

Grace lifted her hand and put a finger slowly into 
Charlie, the way well-lubricated by the excitement that 
was building up inside of her. Charlie's pussy was 
unbelievable tight, and the walls quivered and held 
Grace's finger.

Grace went faster, fucking Charlie with her finger, and 
licking and nipping softly at her clit. Juices were 
slowly pouring out of Charlie's pussy, as she started to 
moan loudly her pleasure.

"Oh, Grace... oh Grace... you're amazing... oh god... OH 
GOD! I'm going to come!"

Grace took this as a hint and lapped harder, and 
Charlie's pussy ground against Grace's face, pivoting 
her heated pussy in a tiny circle, feeling the first 
waves of orgasm hit her.

Charlie's body stiffened, and she gripped Grace's head 
tightly. HEr eyes were shut tight, her mouth open. 
Juices poured out of Charlie's pussy the same way that 
moans and howls poured out of Charlie's mouth. Grace 
started to have a tiny orgasm, also, at this excitement 
that she was giving Charlie, and rammed her finger hard 
into Charlie. 

"OH MY GOD! OHHHHhh... OH JESUS GRACE... I'm coming... 
I'm COMMMING!" The shouts could have been audible over 
the loud wail of the music, so loud was Charlie in her 
orgasm.

Charlie responded even harder with her moaning, 
thrusting against Grace over and over, while Grace 
lapped up the thick pussy juice that were being released 
from her pussy. Charlie bit her lip hard, gave a last 
jerk, and collapsed on Grace in orgasmic exhaustion. 

After a few seconds, Charlie realized she must be 
suffocating Grace and moved down, resting her head on 
Grace's succulent chest for a few moments before she 
moved up to kiss Grace.

"Thank you," Charlie whispered into Grace's ear. "You're 
so beautiful, I can kiss and hold you for hours."

Charlie could taste her pussy juices lingering on 
Grace's lips, and her energy regenerated slowly. The 
kiss deepened, and Grace's tongue worked between 
Charlie's lips. Charlie slipped a hand down under 
Grace's skirt, and laughed softly when she found a huge 
wet spot and a pulsating clit against the lace 
underwear.

Charlie rolled over and lay down next to Grace and 
pulled Grace above her, placing them in the classic 69 
position. She pulled down Grace's pants and underwear 
with a bit of a struggle, and Grace giggled softly as 
Charlie was finally able to admire the pussy above her. 

Grace had a beautiful, shaven pussy- spotless and 
slightly red with excitement. The musk was strong, and 
sexy, mingling subtley with Grace's perfume. Charlie 
lifted a finger to Grace's slit, finding it soaking wet 
and slippery.

"You enjoyed eating me out, didn't you?" Charlie asked 
softly, playing with Grace's aroused slit.

"Yes, I did, I love eating your pussy." 

Grace leaned down and softly kissed Charlie's hard 
stomach, making Charlie tingle again. Charlie smiled 
teasingly, and said, "You want me to eat your pussy?"

Grace gave an affirmative, and sighed softly when 
Charlie slipped a finger inside of Grace, teasing her. 
Charlie's thumb slowly rubbed at Grace's clit while she 
teased her pussy, exhaling deeply to let a rush of hot 
air on Grace's clit.

"Oh yes, please eat my pussy out, I want you so bad, I 
want to cum so bad.." Grace was almost moaning. The 
built-up excitement of the last hour was getting to be 
too much for Grace, and Charlie knew it wouldn't take 
too long to get her off.

"You want me to put my tongue in your pussy while I rub 
your clit with my teeth?"

"Mmmmm," Grace's pussy got wetter in response.

"Do you want to ride my tongue, and come all over my 
face? Do you want to lap up the juices from my face when 
you're dome cumming on it?" Charlie asked.

"Oh Charlie, I'll do anything... eat me, please!" 
implored Grace, who responded exactly the way that 
Charlie wanted her to.

"What if I told you I wanted to put a finger in your 
pussy while I was eating your sweet clit?"	

"God Charlie, please..." Grace became urgent, and 
couldn't control herself any longer. She lowered her 
quivering sex, almost forcefully, into Charlie's mouth, 
and let out a high-pitched moan when Charlie's wet lips 
and tongue responded eagerly, sucking at her clit and 
fingering her wet pussy. 

Grace was throbbing from excitement, and ready to cum 
any moment. She was determined to make it last longer, 
to not cum yet- it felt too good and she wanted to 
string out the sensations.

Grace slipped her fingers between Charlie's legs and 
played with Charlie's pussy as Charlie played with 
Grace, her teeth and lips and tongue pressing against 
Grace's pussy. Grace was writhing in pleasure on top of 
Charlie, rocking her hips back and forth in ecstasy.

"Oh my god," Grace whispered in ecstasy as Charlie 
maneuvered her mouth so that her tongue was rimming 
Grace's pussy hole while her teeth were rubbing and 
massaging her clit. The dual sensation was too much to 
take, and when Charlie grabbed Grace's breast and 
started to massage her nipple, Grace felt something 
inside her let loose. She couldn't hold back any longer.

"OHH FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK ME! Fuck me with your tongue. 
PLEASE FUCK ME!  HARDER!" Grace cried as her body was 
enveloped into flames of sensation, thousands of 
pleasure-tipped needles jabbing at her all over her 
body. Charlie's skilled lips and tongue worked harder, 
and Grace made a long, loud moan as she jolted into 
orgasm. 

Grace's fingers clutched at Charlie's pussy hard, and 
Charlie felt a burst of pleasure as one of Grace's 
fingers pressed the right spot on her clit during her 
orgasmic frenzy.

Grace must have come for a full minute. Charlie was 
drinking as much pussy nectar as she could, but there 
was too much- Grace ejaculated when she came, and it 
spilled all over Charlie's face. Grace's legs were 
tightly gripping Charlie as she burst into convulsion 
after convulsion. 

Finally, her orgasm died away, and she collapsed on top 
of Charlie, still murmuring words. She kissed Charlie 
softly on her stomach, and turned around tiredly, 
positioning herself on her side with her head on 
Charlie's arm. Grace leaned over and kissed Charlie's 
face gently, cleaning up her face, licking up the cum. 
She slipped an arm over Charlie's waist as Charlie held 
her close to her body, feeling the thumping heartbeat of 
Grace. 

They fell asleep like this, together, holding each 
other.

END

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