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Amazing Grace by LeAnna

-=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=-
-=[ this story contains adult, consensual encounters.  If this sort of stuff
offends you, or if you are under 18, go away. ]=-


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 rushedly
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 COMiiinng.."
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?"

"mmmm.." 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 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.

-=[ The author of this story wants to improve on her writing, and any
criticism not involving the words "immoral", "Disney", or "burn in the
eternal flames of hell", is welcome.  kalika@main.provost.msu.edu


       

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