Article 42835 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an152912@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 1994 13:57:03 UTC
Subject: The Seduction

			    The Seduction

	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 to it.

	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 the mirror.

	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 involuntarily continued.

	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 loins.

	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 clitoris.

	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 rhythmically,
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.