I am a bisexual woman, in my early early thirties, with a predilection
for straight women. To me, the most exciting sex is with an attractive
woman who thinks lesbian love is wrong, but whose sexual desires drive her
Three months ago a naval officer and his wife moved next door. He
promptly left on what I came to find out was a five-month assignment at
sea. His wife also works, but was obviously lonely. I brought her into my
circle of friends to help her feel at home in her new neighborhood.
Her name is Claire, and she's about five foot seven, with long, shapely
legs and a round, sexy ass. Dark, lustrous brown hair reaches down to her
shoulders, which are very broad. I think her breasts are perfect; they are
only an A-cup, but are shaped like classic champagne glasses and have
large, pronounced nipples.
Being fitness oriented, I soon had her going to aerobics class with me
and working out. This came to be my tool for introducing Claire to the
pleasures of female love. Claire was quite vain about her shape and loved
to work out on the weight machine in my basement, then admire herself in
One night, after having quite a few drinks, we were sitting around and
Claire told me how glad she was that I had started her at weight lifting.
She was pleased that her ass had become much more firm and her cleavage
more pronounced. I asked her to show me, and high as a kite, she stood up
and stripped. Wearing just her bra and high-cut panties, she followed me
into my bedroom to view herself in the full length mirror.
Standing before the mirror, lost in her own world of vanity and booze,
she could not have looked more appealing. Her long legs seemed even longer
in the designer panties that were cut up to her waist, revealing those
round, firm cheeks, which I wanted so badly to feel. The dark thickness of
her pubic hair curled out from both sides of the narrow crotch of her
panties. "I showed you mine, now you show me yours," she joked, never
taking her eyes off herself in the mirror. Stripping quickly, I stood
beside her in the mirror. We looked like twins, except for my blond hair
and the size of my breasts. "I really wish my boobs were like yours," she
said as she stared at my broad, full C-cup tits.
"What is it you like about them?" I asked, unsnapping the front clasp,
allowing the wide pink nipples to feel the cool rush of air. Her fuzzy mind
searched for a response as I slowly began to knead my lightly veined white
skin, a shallow pretense at rubbing out the bra marks. Amazed at the turn
of events and at her not being offended, I took her long beautiful hands
and placed them on my jutting tits.
"Is it the fact that they are so much bigger than yours?" I asked,
cupping her warm hands under my breasts. Slowly, so as not to break the
trance, I whispered, "Is it the heat you feel through your fingers, or the
way my nipples respond to your touch?" I placed her supple fingers on my
sensitive nipples and began a pinching motion with her fingers, which she
At this point, I pushed her gently back until she was seated, and as I
spoke, I pulled her full, pouting lips to my left breast. "You always
wanted me," I breathed in her ear. Reaching down I began to roll her hard
nipples between my strong fingers. The effect was electric. She moaned
loudly and her upper body jerked forward at the first pinch. "You have
sensitive nipples, don't you?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"Then you know how good it feels when someone bites and sucks them." She
responded by forcefully sucking my breast into her warm, hungry mouth. Oh
God, it felt so good to have her wet tongue flicking my nipple.
"Is that how you like to have your nipples sucked?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," she mumbled, never taking her mouth off my breast. She bit my
nipple roughly, sending short jabs of pleasure into my increasingly wet
Now, knowing that she liked it rough, I grabbed her breasts at the base
and gradually milked them outward, until I ended up by pulling and tugging
on her enlarged, thimble-sized nipples. Her almost constant low moan became
forcibly guttural, ending in a muffled "uh-huh." The rougher I was, the
more she responded, until she was squeezing her legs and buttocks together
in an unsuccessful attempt to ease the obviously growing aches of her
Abruptly, she stopped and pushed my fingers away. "No, I shouldn't be
doing this," she cried, not moving from her seated position on the bed.
I said, "You need it so bad, Claire. You know you want it. The touch of
my fingers made you wet." The look of opposition on her face faded slowly.
"Relax, and let that beautiful, hard, sexy body rid itself of those
tensions. Let me make you come." With that, I gently took her nipples
between my fingers and began rolling and pulling them in slow, alternating
circles. Her eyes fluttered and a spasm rocked her body. Sensing her
physical resistance ebb, I pushed her backward onto the bed and slid my
knee between her legs, placing it easily against the softness of her vulva,
which lay exposed. As I pulled the tender flesh of her nipples, she ground
her pussy against my knee. The lips of her vagina parted, and the wetness
of her secretions soon covered my leg. The more force I applied with my
knee, the harder she ground herself against me. All resistance to my
advances had been replaced by the need to satisfy her desires.
Kneeling quickly between her legs, I spread her labia and forcefully
squeezed the hood of her clitoris, pulling it up and down over the wet,
swollen head of her clit. She responded immediately, moaning and whimpering
with each stroke and pinching her own nipples between her long fingers.
Without interrupting my work on her clit, I slid the index finger of my
left hand into the pink wetness of her vagina, causing her to moan loudly.
Slowly, I rimmed the opening, pulling at the tight muscles that guarded her
entrance. A second finger followed. My strong digits pushed into her warm
flesh and penetrated up to the third knuckle. I felt her muscles relax
slightly. The tightness of her opening, no doubt from lack of use,
surprised me, but excited me, as well. My fingers slid in and out
rythmically, pulling at her inner lips. The added pleasure of my
penetration was beginning to bring Claire to orgasm, and I slowed the
attention I was giving to her clit in order to prolong her vulnerability.
Her building physical excitement provided copious amounts of pussy
juice, and I soon had my third finger jammed into her hot box. I was
soaking wet myself, and I ground my vulva against her lower leg. I slid my
fourth finger along side the others, and wedged it into the sticky folds of
her cunt. The group of fingers wedged just above the second knuckle. No
longer able to restrain myself, I spread and pushed my fingers alternately,
until the breadth of my third knuckle was surrounded by the stretched
muscles of her cunt. "Oh ... please ... more!" moaned Claire.
Slowly, I clenched and unclenched my hand, rotating it back and forth
slightly. I felt the last resistance of her heated loins begin to yield.
Tucking my thumb into my palm, I continued to stretch her wide. I began to
suck her now enlarged clit into my mouth. The pungent aroma of her
secretions was more than I could bear. Losing control, I humped her leg,
bathing it in my juices and sending me reeling toward orgasm. Pushing with
all my force, I inched forward and watched as her pink flesh sucked my
hand. Her wetness was overpowering. My fingers felt as if they were in a
container of oil. I whispered, "I am inside you, and I am fucking you."
"Harder," she gasped. "I'm going to come."
I raised my head to watch her lovely face express total abandonment to
my control, and I started a light, rapid stroking of her clit, which I knew
would lead to orgasm. After a long, low scream of pleasure, she began to
climax. Her vagina opened completely, and then a series of pulsing
contractions began, which faded with her moans. The oral and facial
expressions she made as she orgasmed excited me to the point where I came
with her. My fantasy was realized at last.
Our relationship has been special since that day, and I must admit that
I endorse the Navy's policy of long tours of duty at sea.