It was not the greatest position in the world from which to do rational thinking. Nancy's robot rocked his prick in and out of her now, happily using up that overload of energy he had, his sensors activating all the sex reactors he had, sweat glands, deep breathing, flexing muscles, all the rest. A real male in passion could not have been more convincing.
"Sam, Sam… you're so hot!" complained Nancy. It was almost as if, having his sex with her interrupted that day in the robot lab, when Nelson came in to take over his prick, Big Sam was getting back at her. But she knew that wasn't true.
The robot's fervor told her there was something wrong with one of the machine parts.
"Sam. stop. You're g-g-going too hard!" cried Nancy.
Her vagina had really swelled and wetted for this vigorous ride. She would never let a real man ride her so hard. She felt deep belly thrills that threatened to sweep her away, and she didn't like to be swept away in sex. Yet for the moment until she figured out what was wrong, there was nothing she could do except take hot love from her own machine, twisting and tossing, moaning like a silly girl under the determined drive of that seemingly eager prick.
It was machine comfortable for Big Sam. If he could use up energy like this he could avoid flare out. His sensors became aware of Nancy's big breasts pressing his chest. He got his hands under her naked back and forced up her torso. His mouth closed on her hard nipples. He was built so that each sex act – kissing, sucking breasts, even caressing nude skin used up more of his energy. His attack on her breasts was most logical to him.
Nancy, the cool engineer, had always been a little ashamed of her luscious breasts. She wanted men to turn on to her mind, not her body, so she discouraged fondling of her beauties. She always told herself she wasn't breast sensitive.
Having the robot gobble and lick and suck on her nipples with such fervor was another matter. She couldn't stop him and she felt great streaks of weakness, of delight, of girlish heat and pleasure flash down her body.
"Oh, Sam, don't!" she wailed.
She was being raped by her own robot, a ridiculous proposition. Yet there was nothing ridiculous about the magnificent sex rushes that she had to feel suffusing her body. Her belly and her tits were positively on fire.
"You're taking me," she whimpered, temporarily dazed out of her thinking mind.
"Oh, I love you," he responded between caresses on her nipples.
She arched up, moaning. He was certainly going to bring her. Maybe the best thing to do was to let him fulfill his run and explode in her at which point he should automaticlly go still for a while.
She caught his drumming, naked buttocks, relishing the sexy feel of those flexing wonders. What fabulous loin action she'd given him. She felt down in his crack. She found his sphincter button and pressed it.
"Ah, Ho! Goiiing!" he sang.
His spurts shot heavily into her cunt, exciting her even more. She clearly felt the cock expand and shots of a body-hot load deep in her and she got that vulnerable, fucked feeling she feared so much.
"Oh, Sam," she cried.
Gung, gung, gung. He spent it off with powerful shots.
She was half way to orgasm herself now. Maybe it wasn't so bad – she had to have this robot sex some time. Still, it bothered her that she did not have control of him.
She waited for him to go still after his explosion. He did not. No sooner had he spent the last of his jism shots into her than he resumed his hot plunging.
"Sam!"
"I love it," he said.
"I know you love it, honey. But you – you're k-k-killing meeee!"
That wasn't quite true. She was getting thoroughly and honestly fucked like most females in the nation by their lovers, but she didn't want to play the submissive female.
This time he moved up to her mouth drawn by this new source of energy expending. She found herself taking hot French kisses with his tongue plunged into her mouth and, it seemed, halfway down her throat.
She just had to succumb. There was no way she could resist the hot action from Big Sam. Locked in his arms with those succulent kisses rained upon her and his wild prick digging in and out of her cunt, she was overwhelmed. How great her belly felt. Her cunt sang with rich pleasure and the good feelings crept throughout her body as she began to strain up and revel in that rush to orgasm.
"I… going to have… to do it," she cried in distress. Big Sam had her going as well as Nelson had the other day – and why not – it was that magic prick that did it!
"Ah, hoo, ah, ah, ah," she went as she climbed up the high hill to exquisite pleasure. She began to whimper as the plunging rod drove her right to orgasmic paralysis.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
There came that doubtful moment when one did not want to give up voluntary control of the body to the sublime feeling, then she galzed into her pre-orgasm freeze.
"Ahhhh, soooo gooood," she gasped.
She came up, hard to his loins, wanting the friction wounding of his prick at this point, grunting like a bitch animal and shivering to get off her womanhood. The robot took it.
Throb, throb, throb. Her belly began to convulse in sheer, sexy delight, making her pay off hot quakes of taken girlhood, squeezing on the thrusting rod.
"Oh, luscious," Big Sam said, trained to recognize female orgasm.
"Ah, he, uh, uh, uh," she went. She felt both proud that her invention was so sexy and shy to think she could be turned into a rutting animal just like any other female. There was no stopping that rich orgasm, the second such mind-blower that she'd had from this blade.
"Let it go. Enjoy," Big Sam encourage her.
"Oh, I am. I am," she squealed. It did feel so very great to throb off her hot desire in scorching pleasure against the powerful blade, and fulfill her animal self. Maybe she was going to run into a loving, orgasmic female through the good graces of her machine!
At last she tapered, still marveling at how well Big Sam took his female through her orgasm. No mistakes there. At last she fell back, thoroughly fucked out for the moment. Big Sam continued to work on her, reaming in and out. Fortunately, she was desensitized for the moment and could think clearly for a short period.
"Energy. The governor!" she cried.
But how could that be? No one ever removed the governor from Big Sam. Yet the way he acted, using up his power source so he wouldn't flare out, would explain why he ignored voice commands.
It was no easy task, getting under his arm to pull the little port. Not while the lover robot kept at her. Once she got her fingers inside she knew what it was – she didn't have to look. The governor was gone! Completely gone. Some stupid assistant hadn't checked him before shipping.
She had to get away from him before he whipped up more fuck desire in her body. Once more she pressed his orgasm button, once more she took his rich flood and thrilled and started to get hot. Then came the magic few seconds when he finished his spurts but had not started plunging again.
She gathered all of her strength and jerked free of him, rolling out from under the robot, no easy matter considering his weight. Even with miniaturized circuits and featherweight sensors, he weighed two hundred pounds.
She dived for her boxes of spare parts, located in boxes in one corner of the room. She had to keep moving. Smiling Big Sam in his seductive cycle saw the naked woman as the way to keep expending energy so he followed her. Twice she had to dive away and lead him on a merry chase around the room before she could get back to his equipment boxes and find a spare governor. Then it had to be ripped from its stubborn package.
Before she achieved that she was back in the determined arms of her robot, hugging her and kissing her as his cock dug at her belly and he got ready to take her down for more pleasure right on the floor. Fortunately the hug position exposed the armpit port. She slapped the governor into place, felt it click and shouted, "Stop, Sam!"
He froze at once. Her ordeal, if that's what it was, was over. The excess energy now flowed harmlessly off his extremities so he was comfortable with his machine self.
She flopped on the bed, exhausted, the robot semen running out of her cunt. She'd certainly learned a few things in the field already. The governor system was no good. A small female alone with a large robot who had an energy problem must have an accessible 'disaster' button. On the other hand, a female who really wanted lots of action might prefer a robot in "heavy, manual" instead of the low energy levels where all the sex was supposed to take place up till now. She herself did not like aggressive men and might've built in the mistake of making Big Sam too tame. Nelson and the Board were really right about field testing the units.
She lay there, her cunt slightly aching from the heavy trip, but her whole body was glowing. Suddenly she laughed.
"I was fucked," she said aloud. "I was forced and used a little – and I liked it. I was blameless for all that hot action and got the benefit." For the first time she had an inkling as to why aggressive men were often successful with reluctant women…
Grace Dowling, Nancy's best friend at Vassar, was the first person that Nancy introduced to her robot. After Vassar, Grace had gone on to a degree in marketing and now held a job with a major New York firm in that field. Nancy, of course, had taken her advanced degree in engineering, so she hadn't seen Grace in a long time. Nevertheless, Grace was still the "ripe-redhead" that she remembered. She was a little more voluptuous now then she had been ten years ago, but still she had a bawdy twinkle in her eyes that made her a good bet to meet Big Sam.
She took Big Sam to Grace's expensive apartment near Central Park and spend the first half-hour admiring the elegance of her friend's living quarters. Both Grace and her husband earned big incomes and they'd splurged on this luxurious place with its revolving walls, floor-recessed furniture that could change any room into a bedroom, a sitting room, or a dining room, depending on which button you pushed and all of the other modern conveniences a luxury apartment could offer.
"Wait till you see the pool," Grace said. "That's our latest gadget and it's a mind-blower."
"Pool?"
Nancy looked around in surprise. They were in a huge living room, done in magnificent black and red with rotating pictures on the walls that presented everything from family album photos to old masters. Still it was an ordinary room with no sign of water.
"Wait till you see," said Grace. "Now, show me your surprise."
Nancy showed off Big Sam, dressed, and soon saw that Grace was bored.
"A handsome robot all right," said the redhead. "Still, Kodak has some fabulous machines around New York."
"How about this?" said Nancy. She made Big Sam undress.
Grace gave a slight gasp when the robot reached nudity. Proudly, Nancy marched up to him and pushed the small control that gave him an erection.
Grace stared, her eyes growing large. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.
"Oh, my dear. Just what I'd expect of our engineer-head Nancy, and a bunch of greedy and dirty-minded old men from a vulgar Chicago company. Do you really expect to sell this!"
"What's wrong?" asked Nancy.
"What's wrong my dear, is that poor addled you always did lack sensitivity. There was always something a little masculine about you, Nancy. Now it shows."
"I don't see."
"My dear, no woman would ever buy, or let hubby buy, a machine with a vulgar attachment like that. It's incredibly gross, no matter how handsome he is. You think the average woman would offer herself to a machine? Oh, maybe a few old maids."
Nancy felt a hot blush on her cheeks and a terrible fear in her heart. Grace Dowling was a master at marketing and she knew what would sell and what wouldn't.
"Of course, we'd be subtle about it," stammered the crestfallen Nancy. "We wouldn't exactly put him in a show window with a hard-on."
Grace began to laugh. "Might as well. While you're at it, you could hang a sign around his neck. 'Had a fuck lately?' That would be gross enough."
"Oh, Grace, you can't mean…"
"Honey," said Grace, "I do." She shook her head, controlling her laughter. "There's no way you can sell a robot with a prick jutting up. Or even a soft one. You'd be laughed out of the country."
"I can't believe…" Nancy felt that someone had hit her behind the head with a two by four. She was stunned.
"Believe it. You see, my dear, you always were a little calloused about love and sex. A true engineer. I'II bet you had a great time measuring and figuring out dimensions."
"Damn it, Grace, the country is ready for it. The penis detaches so the man of the house can wear it, and it helps…"
Grace went into further peals of laughter.
"Oh, Chicago," she yipped. "Dear, delicious Chicago. No, you might as well cut him up for salvage. A girl robot for bachelors… maybe. For women, no possibilty. A-C will be laughed out of the country. Women will not have sex with machines, no matter how great they do it. Now let me show you my swimming pool."
Nancy sat there, stunned and shattered, tears in her eyes, while the redhead began to press buttons. A catwalk descended from the ceiling, making a four-sided rectangle. Then energy rays shot down from the catwalk to make a huge box-like square, eight feet above the floor. Carpets retracted to show a shiny, hard-surfaced floor of some impenetrable material. Four nozzles rolled down from the ceiling and water began to roar from them. Inside of five minutes Nancy stared at a complete swimming pool right in the middle of the living room. It was eight feet deep with stairs going up to the catwalk which miraculously became a poolside surface, complete with pool furniture. In the last cycle, sun lamps appeared in the ceiling to shine down a mellow, yellow glow on the sparkling water.
"Florida in Central Park," laughed Grace. "Come on, let's put on swimming suits. We'll have a swim before the other girls get here for lunch. Can your robot swim?"
"He can swim," Nancy managed. Anger and shock still possessed her. In her mood, the indoor swimming pool seemed obscene and gross.
"Well, let him paddle about in the water, but for heaven's sake, make him put away that rediculous penis you're so proud of."
Nancy had to bite her lips, as she complied…
From the first moment that Grace emerged in her bikini, the steaming Nancy began to plot revenge. Grace was a sexy little dish at that. She had the cream skin of certain redheads that made her almost shine. She had a pretty face and buttery red curls. She had high, good breasts, a flat tummy and a voluptuous V between two shapely thighs and good legs. Grace, Nancy decided, was any man's target, a real looker.
They set Big Sam to paddling about in the pool in a pair of Grace's husband's trunks, while Grace chatted on about how jealous her friends were of her new pool. Nancy only half listened. A firm resolve grew in her. At last she interrupted Grace.
"Honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you keep an eye on Big Sam so he doesn't do anything gross, like drinking your pool water?"
"Sure. First door to your right down the hall."
Nancy paused at Big Sam. She reached under his armpit and released the red painted governor. Then, she gave him a hard-on and got out of the room fast. The last sight she had of the two was Grace reclining in a most provocative position, legs apart, her bra free to catch the rays of the sun lamp. Big Sam swam around looking puzzled and apprehensive about all of the energy that was suddenly released in him. In about a minute, he would flare out and start looking for a female… Nancy went to the bathroom.
The apartment was huge. The walls were thick. Nancy dawdled for fifteen minutes in the bathroom punching all of the controls and marveling like a Chicago bumpkin, she thought to herself. Then she went back.
Before she even reached the living room, she heard sounds of sex. There was the low, encourging sound of Sam's voice, plus feminine grunts and moans.
Grace had not moved from where she sunned herself. The big robot was in her saddle, fucking her brains out. As Nancy climbed to the catwalk, she saw Grace shudder and lift her elegant butt off of the walkway to give herself to the robot.
"Where have you been!" screamed Grace. "I've been calling and calling. He's doing it to meeeee!"
"Oh, Grace, I'm so sorry," Nancy said, rushing to the locked couple. She started to fool around with Big Sam's body.
"No, you fool!" shrieked Grace. "Not nowwwww!"
It was a fabulous sight to see. The polite, but determined, robot held Grace down firmly, his powerful male buttocks nude and flexing as he drove that magic prick up into the human girl belly. Grace's elegant legs were spread wide and her whole body quivered under the drive of the quick, powerful blade.
Nancy could see that Grace had been whipped and driven to her moment of animal bitch surrender. Her eyes rolled in her head, her breath came in short gasps, her body twisted and she made deep throat sounds of a thoroughly fucked female.
"I've got tooo…" wheezed Grace.
Where now, was her sophisticated laughing New York friend, thought Nancy. Why, she was in her rutting throes of pleasure, just as if her rich and good-looking husband drilled her.
"I understand," said Nancy kindly.
She felt between her robot's buttocks, found his sphincter and pressed it.
"Oh, I have to get it off!" cried Big Sam.
His plunging motions changed into male paralysis as he grunted and then, as Nancy held his balls from behind to feel the action, he spurted into Grace's cunt.
"Whooaaa!" shuddered Grace. "Oh, God. He's comminnnggg!"
Nancy knew that the hot, realistic spurts of jism into Grace would flip her friend out. She was right. As Big Sam spent, Grace whined, threw her head back and locked her belly on the robot to give herself up sexually to her machine conqueror.
"Ah – huh, ah – huh…" went Grace. Nancy saw by the jerking of those shapely legs, that Grace was in heavenly transport. She gripped the robot as tightly as she ever gripped a human lover and delivered her woman hood to him with satisfying grunts, paying off her sex treasure as her pink tongue circled outside of her lips, then falling off, then surging up again to spend more of her belly quakes against the invading prick.
Nancy waited patiently, until Grace fell back with a sigh and then quickly clapped the governor back under Sam's armpit. She ordered the robot off, and he peeled away politely. A tap at his crotch switched him off, and once he was out of the seductive cycle, he became a pleasant smiling bystander with his soft prick glistening, covered with Grace's girl juices.
Grace lay there, a beautiful picture of fucked-out womanhood. Her legs were spread. Her small pink cunt was swollen. Jism leaked from her box, and her heart still thudded in her soft rib cage. Her smallish but up-jutting breasts looked reddened and used, as did her well-kissed mouth. She lay there in an elegant puddle, eyes closed.
"You tricked me," she said to Nancy.
"Of course I tricked you," said Nancy, gently. She patted her friend's soft, naked belly. It was still moist from the fuck contact. "You sneered at my two million dollar machine, and I had to do something. How was it?"
"It was fab, as you well know," said Grace. "That doesn't excuse you. I could sue you for some kind of robot rape."
"Just think, you're the only woman in New York to have this experience. What a tale it would make at your luncheon at the exclusive Evelyn K's."
Grace tried to glare at Nancy, but it was obvious that she felt too good to make it stick.
"I'm simply not going to forgive you for months and months."
For some reason Grace's moist, just-sexed body tuned Nancy on. The woman there in front of her, naked, open and vulnerable. Nancy's warm hand slid up to touch one of Grace's breasts.
"You are one sexily built girl," she said.
"I am one robot fucked girl," said Grace.
Nancy laughed, caught up a towel, and wiped off the excess of Big Sam's cum from between Grace's legs.
"Anyway, we won't tell your husband."
"I'll say we won't. I've never been unfaithful to Roy. That's the latest thing in New York, while the rest of the country remains degenerate. Total faithfulness."
"Robots don't count."
"When they screw like that, they do."
Grace undulated her belly to Nancy's rubbing, unconsciously. Nancy felt a deep stab of sexuality. Grace was tantalizing, luscious sex package. She dropped the towel and boldly felt inside of her friend's cunt.
"Let's see what kind of a load he dropped this time. Ohhh, you are wet."
"I'm probably preg with little machines. Ahhh, huhhhhhh! Go easy, dear, I'm still hot from the romp."
Nancy had never felt inside of another woman's cunt. Her brain was on fire now. It was delicious to feel that body-hot, slick girl tunnel, so deep, so vital, the life channel. She frigged Grace, finding her clit.
"Grace, he carries ten loads if you're still hot," Nancy said. Her own cunt had turned on like fury inside of her bikini.
"No, thanks. It takes getting used to your polite but cunt-crazing machine. Uh, uh, you're stimulating me, dear."
Nancy laughed, feeling a little wild. She brought out her fingers and delicately sniffed the liquid combine of the familiar robot-jism smell and Grace's pungent oils. Then she crawled forward and lay squarely on top of Grace's naked body.
"You are so beautiful just after sex. Ahh."
That soft, warm body, still moist after the fuck, really turned her on. She felt Grace's high tits dig into hers.
"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.