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Subject: SeanA's Collection  -=Navy Lez=-
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Navy Lez

   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 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.

The End

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                   HaRkOnIn
             harkonin@hotmail.com
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