"Turns you on, huh?" said the redhead.
Rancy, still following her wild, crazy impulse, took Grace's cheeks between her hands. She stared at the redhead's beautiful face.
"If you want to know the truth, you turn me on like fury just now. Put it down to Chicago vulgarity."
Grace didn't flinch or try to push her away. She wet her lips, half closed her eyes and smiled at Nancy. Her body was still sexed up from the intercourse. Nancy gulped, then brought her lips down on Grace's, the first time ever in her life she'd succumbed to the desire to hot kiss another female. Grace's lips melted under hers and Nancy tasted soft flesh and sweet syrup. The two women gasped as they sucked tongues in a hot French kiss.
Nancy pulled back, looked down at Grace's beautiful lip line, wet and inviting and then began more kisses, hotly punishing their velvet richness. Grace's breath blasted against her cheek, sweet and excited. Suddenly, with exultation, Nancy knew she could lesbian fuck her friend. There was a blush on the beautiful face and Grace gently rubbed her belly against Nancy's, on top.
"Feel good?" whispered Nancy.
"Lovely."
Nancy reached back, broke her bra and released her own big tits which were glowing now, the nipples hard with desire. She brought, one of her big globes to Grace's face.
"Oh, Nancy," whined Grace.
"Take it!" Nancy ordered. The power was in her body, in her desire.
"I… I… I'll bet all your life you wanted to touch another woman's breasts," said Nancy. "Do it."
Grace closed her eyes and her pink tongue came out to stroke Nancy's nipple. Nancy gasped in pleasure.
"Ohhh, good."
Encouraged, the smaller redhead gobbled the tit under her mouth.
"Ah ha!" went Nancy. She began to ride her wetting cunt on Grace's pelvic ridge. Grace panted now, eating tits, undulating softly under her seducer.
Nancy felt dizzy. She'd never really thought much about approaching another woman, but once in a while she had a flash of desire. Like that little sex frump that Cord had in his lab, Marybelle something. When you saw a curving, hungry body like that, you might fantasize a little. Now, she wanted Grace's body; to take the luscious, smart ass redhead all the way.
She groaned in sweet, rising desire and held her big, supple breast as Grace ate it. When the glow was at maximum, the pressure on her nipple was too much, she switched to her other breast, making Grace eat that.
There was a silence in the room, the silence of two people doing a sexual thing they shouldn't be doing. Nancy even hated to groan her soft groans of pleasure to break that silence.
She let Grace suck her breast until it, too, glowed with full splendor. Then, she eased it out of Grace's mouth, feeling the slight sting of the saliva and the coolness after the warmth of the suckling mouth.
She eased down on Grace's body and began to eat those small but high tits. Grace moaned and bucked her loins.
"Oh, Nancy, you'll get me too hot. I'll have to… have to…"
"I can do it," said Nancy. She expected some revulsion at her lesbian act to set in, either from her side or Grace's. Instead, she felt only a growing, wild desire to fuck the luscious body of the redhead.
"My God, I've never had sex with a woman." Grace breathed.
"Me either, Grace. Right now, you turn me on like fury."
"You always were tougher, kind of male," said Grace.
"Dyke?" laughed Nancy. Then, she groaned in pleasure. The hot, sensitive nipples of the woman under her drove her crazy with desire as she resumed her sucking, kneading the other breast with her hand. It was glorious to take over another female's beauties.
"Oh, Nancy, you'll make me come doing that." Grace protested.
"Can, but I won't," said Nancy. She tongued down Grace's silken body, digging into the navel and then swiftly dropped below to face the pungent, quivering, small, pink slice of cunt, under glossy red hairs.
She was shocked at herself. She was a firm-minded, capable, cleaver with machinery. But tough? No. Lesbian? No. She was caught up in the hot thrills of the moment, and she wanted to explore, find out what it was like.
She sank her mouth on the steaming, luscious box of her friend.
"Ah wooooooo!" sang Grace, as Nancy's tongue breached her cunt and found her clit. She fucked up in a lavish roll of her belly, gasping.
For a few seconds, Nancy felt scared of the strange sensations of feeling, tasting, drinking at another woman's cunt. The body hot oils coated her mouth, slid down her throat. The soft, yielding cunt flesh felt fine-textured and luscious. The bump of the woman's clit excited her.
She dug her mouth hungrily into the helpless orifice and began to drive Grace.
"Oh, hey. Ah, ah, ah…" went Grace, fucking against Nancy's face. "You're doing meeee. We're doing it."
Nancy sucked and slurped in vulgar display, reveling in the hot cunt action. Part of her drive was anger at Grace's earlier attack, part was her worship of that sexy little body, part was her desire to explore this new avenue of sexuality open to her. She was as hot as she could ever remember, which didn't make sense, but she just wanted to love and suck and drive and take this soft, supple female body under her own and make Grace surrender and yip in pleasure.
She flicked her tongue in and out of the nerve-rich first inches of Grace's cunt, rode her clit and drank her flowing cunt juices, thoroughly enthralled by this weird trip. Her own body burned but that didn't matter for the moment. Presently, she began to use her finger alongside of her tongue to make Grace buck faster and twist and moan in pleasure.
Grace was almost crazed with the sexuality of it. She had good sex life with her husband, but lately around New York there were delicious rumors that lez was in. Not too much and not too obvious. The bolder of her friends whispered and hinted of lascivious things done at parties, at private luncheons, even in Skimmers in the street.
She would never have the nerve to get into something like that, but she burned with curiosity. Then, Nancy suddenly appeared from Chicago, with her brunette good looks, her intensity and her extreme sexuality. And, of course, her robot. The robot had set her up, for sure. She had to fight back against the dizzying appeal of her beautiful friend by accusing her of being masculine, but it wasn't that. There was just something incredibly sexy about Nancy Lyons and there always had been. She reached down and gripped Nancy's head.
"Take me, do me," she cried. "Fuck me! Ah, ah, ah…"
She rocked in exquisite pleasure on the wounding tongue, writhed to the expert finger. Trust a woman to know how to plug another woman. She ground her belly in magnificent joy in the growing freedom of surrending to the intense woman's hot sex drive.
"Ah huh… Ah huh… uh, uh, uhhhh," went Grace, shivering in her ecstasy. It was different from a male sex trip, or even that wild robot trip, because it was forbidden, secret, unthinkable, utterly delicious.
She began to whine and feared she sounded like a rutting bitch, but she couldn't help herself. Nancy boldly drove her right up to the sky.
"Ahhhhhhh, God!" she went, as Nancy finally took her with that demon tongue and her hot sucking.
She strained in full, taken paralysis, and then gave up her womanhood for the second time within an hour. Throb, throb, thorb…
"Ahhhhh, soooo fabulous, ahhhhh, meeeee," she keened.
Her cunt clipped and squeezed lusciously on Nancy's tongue and she worked off her tension in pure, exquisite joy. It felt like her belly was being sucked out of her body in this glorious operation, and she gasped and grunted and arched up as she spent off her glory.
She knew that Nancy would make her suck off her cunt in return, but it didn't matter. Grace floated in heavenly rapture, losing her body and her being to the wild, but utterly magnificent lesbian adventure.