Chapter 5
Seated now at the table and seeing the distraught young bride's condition, Lisa Marks decided to play the big-sister role.
"I came by to see if you wanted to go shopping with me, Marilee, but golly, you look like you don't feel well. Is there anything I can do, dear?"
"T-thanks," Marilee whispered, and then to her own horror, uncontrollably broke into sobs again.
"Oh, dear ... come ... come ... nothing can be that bad." the wicked redhead suggested as she stood up and put her arms comfortingly around the young blonde's shoulders, patting her gently as she pulled her to her huge tits to let the poor bride cry her heart out.
Marilee had never cared for Lisa Marks before, but right now this huge-titted sympathetic redhead was all she needed to let herself go. She had to talk to someone, but there was no one to confide in about all her problems. Now, she could feel the comforting warmth of the other woman's lissome body as she sobbed into her softly rounded tits. It was like being a little girl again, coming to her mother.
After a few minutes, Marilee pulled away, embarrassed at having given in to her emotions in front of someone she barely knew, and had always acted so cold towards.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "I'm sorry ... I ... it's ... it's just that ... it's just...."
"Tell me about it," Lisa said compassionately. "It's John, isn't it? What did he do to make his lovely little bride cry her heart out?"
Marilee shook her head dumbly, not wanting to answer. Lisa Marks continued, "You can talk to me, I understand how men can be sometimes, they just don't understand women ... sometimes they can be such beasts!"
Marilee looked at the pretty redhead, wanting to trust her, needing to tell her. "Oh, dear," she shuddered, and then much to her surprise, blurted out, "It's our ... our sex life ... John just doesn't understand me. Oh, he tries, but I don't like him to fuck me ... and I'm ... I'm afraid I'm frigid. Oh, Lisa, I just can't pretend to respond to him, and it's ruining our marriage!" she stammered and began to cry all over again.
Lisa quietly put her arms around the sobbing young bride's shoulders again, and led her to the bed where she sat down beside her.
Serenely, artfully, she began to talk to her. "That's all right, my dear. You mustn't insult yourself by saying you're frigid. There's really no such thing as a frigid woman, only inexperienced or insensitive men. All young brides have this problem when they are first married. It's just that men are so impatient, the animals," she crooned hypnotically. "Women are so much more understanding of another woman's needs." Lisa placed her hand on the blonde's leg and patted her. "You can't be frigid, it's simply not possible, my dear."
"Oh, please help me, Lisa. I don't know what to do," Marilee cried.
"Okay, my dear. But first, we're going to have to relax. I'll get you a drink," she held up her hand as Marilee started to speak. "Ssshhhhhhh ... no, you just stay where you are, just tell me where you keep the liquor and I'll bring you a drink." The redhead gently pushed Marilee's blonde head back against the pillow and stood up.
"It's in the kitchen above the stove ... But, I'm not used to drinking very much ... I guess I kind of have an aversion towards it because my father drank so much."
"That's too bad, but a little won't hurt and it will relax you so we can discuss the problem of yours." Lisa put two stiff shots of whiskey in the glass and handed it to the young bride. Continuing, she purred, "Drink it down now like a good girl. You need to calm down before we talk any further. This will help. You can trust me, dear. I wouldn't hurt you."
Sighing, the tortured young bride took the glass, looking at it dubiously, as Lisa smiled to reassure her. She put the glass to her lips and downed the whiskey with one gulp, choking and sputtering as the fiery liquid burned all the way down. The glass was immediately refilled. It took only a few seconds for the liquor to start a relaxed feeling coursing through her body, and she was grateful to the redhead for suggesting it. But it did help! Marilee was dimly aware of an increase in the sensitivity of her body, especially the heaviness of her hands as she lifted the glass from her lap where she was holding it and placed it on the table on the nightstand.
Now, she couldn't remember why she'd always had such a dislike for Lisa Marks. She really had been mistaken about the redhead being a whore! Why, Lisa is actually a very understanding friend, she thought as the redheaded woman bent forward to refill the glass a third time full of whiskey.
Lisa was fully aware of the change in Marilee's attitude towards her, and she knew that if she were careful not to frighten her that the blonde would soon be completely under her control. The alcohol had given Marilee a warm glow and her head was beginning to spin as she leaned back on the pillow and closed her eyes for a moment. Then a burst of self-pity enveloped her and she began to cry softly again. The sympathetic older woman took her in her arms and stroked her on the shoulder, crooning to her reassuringly.
"Tsh ... tsh ... ssshhhhhhh ... males are cruel, and they don't deserve your tears. You're not frigid. I can prove that you're as sensual a woman as the rest of us. Just ... relax, my dear ... leave it all to Lisa ... shhhhhhh ... there ... there!"
Marilee, in her tipsy daze, was completely unprepared for what happened next. Lisa's arm tightened around her shoulders and pulled her limp body closer. Then with her free hand, the redhead began gently stoking her thigh in tantalizing little caresses from the knee to the gentle swell of her hip. At the same time, Lisa continued her hypnotic denunciation of men, "You know ... and I know what you need, Marilee. You need a love that comes from understanding, and no man can ever give you that. There's a different kind of love, Marilee, and now, because I'm so very fond of you, I'll teach you about this love and it will help your sex life with John."
"Help me?" Marilee murmured sleepily, but with a frown of confusion on her brow. "Oh, yes ... yesssss, Lisa."
"It is a gentle love, sweetie...." With her lust-glazed eyes locked on the blonde's face and alert to any sudden change in Marilee's expression, Lisa bent slowly forward and placed a sympathetic kiss on her wetly parted lips, while at the same time her fingers moved like butterflies as she caressed the young woman's naked leg beneath the robe.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." Marilee moaned and tensed when she felt the tenderness of the other girl's warmly moistened lips pressed against hers. She couldn't move, she felt light-headed and dizzy, and she was shocked and surprised, yet she was unable to pull away from her. This isn't right. It isn't right! Only queers do this, oh god, why am I enjoying this so?
Lisa didn't give the young girl a chance to pull away; she continued to kiss her, gently at first, and then more passionately, her warm moist tongue probing searchingly be tween the tortured young bride's lips, bursting finally through the barrier of her teeth to snake sensuously between her lips.
Marilee wanted to get up and run away from this unwanted pleasure ripping through her pussy! She knew she should, but she was rooted to the spot; her heart was pounding and her love-starved young cunt was trembling, refusing to obey her command to escape this lesbian encounter.
Then, without breaking the kiss, Lisa moved her hand from the young woman's thigh and slowly began unfastening the top of her robe. Pushing aside the sheer cotton, she gently began kneading the soft lushness of Marilee's huge naked tits.
The gentle caressing caused the blonde to moan in protest and pleasure. With the experience born of many other such encounters, Lisa knew it was time to seriously go to work while the trembling young body was responding to the sensations that were enveloping her entire body.
Marilee's eyes were still tightly closed, and she didn't see the perverted smile of lust flicker across the redhead's face, but she felt the hands, more powerful now, begin to caress her ripely straining titties, in a wild, exciting manner. She was so lost in this forbidden rapture that she felt a twinge of dis appointment when Lisa's mouth pulled away from hers. But then, miraculously that warm wet mouth was raining gentle kisses down her throat, across her shoulder and to her nakedly exposed tits.
Marilee heard Lisa's low moan of hunger as her wetly ovaled lips closed over the erect little nipples and began a tantalizing sucking. It's so exciting, she thought hotly ... golly, so warm, so sweet ... oh, god, what is she doing?
Suddenly, Lisa felt the young reporter's wife stiffen in shock and try to squirm away. "Oh, no...." Marilee gasped, her breath coming in hoarse gasping pants. "We can't. No, you mustn't do that!"
"Why not, Marilee?" Lisa mumbled as she held the ripe young body even tighter and switched her hungry mouth to the other hotly quivering tit.
"Oh, noooo ... noooooo...." It was a feeble protest, not even believable to her own ears, a sound compounded equally of passion and minor objection as Marilee wonderingly watched the beautiful redhead sucking her tit. One hand was locked on the full left breast, the fingers working expertly at the nipple, licking it, teasing it, now squeezing it, now releasing it, working in rhythm with the fervent sucking of the right tittie.
And then, ever so slowly, the hand moved down to the hem of her robe and lifted it up over Marilee's firmly curving thighs, up to where the flimsy material was trapped beneath her smoothly curved asscheeks.
Lisa took her mouth away from the warm succulent flesh of the blonde's tittie. "Lift your legs, darling...."
Oh, no, I just can't. I know what she's going to do. She's going to kiss ... my pussy! But even as these thoughts were flickering like warning signs through her mind, her asscheeks lifted of their own accord from the bed, and Lisa quickly pulled the robe above her then and bunched it around her waist, revealing the lushly ripened nakedness of the young bride's lower body.
Then, slowly, her hands trembling with a hot eagerness, Lisa pulled apart the young blonde's long tapered legs so that one knee was bent up in the air and the other almost touching the floor. Her experienced eyes had seen the budding of the forbidden fruit as heated blood began to engorge Marilee's naked pussy and the tiny little pink clitty raised up and out of its soft furry hiding place. The wetly glistening cuntlips pouted out like those of a person whistling, and on that tender young flesh was the sheen of a new dampness. There were other signs that the blonde was becoming aroused; the fine golden cunthairs had become wetter and wetter.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmmm...." Marilee moaned as a convulsive shudder shook her body and her eyes flew open momentarily, but the white hot flame burning deep in her cunt was too overpowering for her to demand that this perverted act be stopped. Her eyes closed tightly again, but the eyelids fluttered as though she were dreaming, as pleasure shot through her ripe young body. Then, as though everything that had happened before had been just an overture to the curtain rising, the hopelessly aroused girl felt an overpowering jolt of excitement as Lisa's hand moved further up on her sensitive inner thighs.
At the same moment, Marilee's breath caught in her throat when the redhead's hot hungry lips moved down from her sex-hardened nipples, boldly down the smooth flat plane of her belly and then voraciously up onto the golden bush up between her legs. The trembling young blonde's thighs were pushed farther apart in an effort to uncover the soft pink layers of her cuntflesh. Then, great convulsive shudders of delight were coursing down her spine as the woman's knowledgeable tongue found the erect little clitty and sucked it up into her mouth!
"Oooooohhhhhh! Oooohhhhhh! Nooo!!!" Marilee said, and immediately gave lie to her words by eagerly punching her pelvis up against Lisa's face. A wave of protest ran through her as she realized what she was participating in. She knew it was wrong, but this awareness was shunted aside, and the pangs of conscience were quickly overridden by the intense sexual stimulation which effectively blocked all other emotions. Never in her whole life had she experienced such exquisite pleasure, and certainly not with her new husband! That was the difference between heaven and hell, she thought as her shamelessly aroused cunt began throbbing more and more.
Lisa buried her face in the steaming pink slit of Marilee's hotly palpitating pussy, licking and sucking as though she were starved, all the while gently running her hands up and down the smooth inner thighs, working and kneading the deep muscles and at the same time forcing her tongue further into the ecstatically quivering pussy.
Marilee's breath had increased in volume and tempo until now it was just one long rasping sound that sawed in and out of her throat in rhythm to the thrusts of the tongue of fire lapping at her cunt. She was incapable of thinking of anything else, gasping as the tongue shot into her ecstatically twitching cunt again and again, fucking her like a little red prick, bringing a rapture she had never known before!
Then, suddenly, Marilee's thighs were lifted up until her knees touched her shoulders, and Lisa buried her entire face in the young bride's warmly perfumed pussy, licking and sucking maddeningly, while her fingers plucked at the distended nipples with the ferocity of hungry birds, sending a myriad of wild sensations rippling through her entire body.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... my pussy feels soooooo gooooood...." Marilee moaned as the forbidden pleasure increased in intensity until she thought she would scream. No longer did she have the will to reist. Without ordering them to move, her hands reached out, trembling grabbed Lisa's head, and pulled it in closer to her passion-drenched pussy.
And Lisa began licking more excitedly now, and there were times when her tongue thrusts seemed to drive in as far as John's cock had ever gone. She actually jolted the young blonde's wantonly writhing cunt with each delicious wild drive inward. Marilee simply couldn't believe the intensity of the erotic sensations. Oh, it was wonderful. Nothing had ever felt this beautiful before!
The young blonde could feel the warmth spreading to the deeper muscles of her cunt, and there was a velvet electricity down there, a sensual and powerful current that arched and sparked through her body's most sensitive nerves. Marilee didn't recognize the impending cum; it was an unfamiliar feeling, so strong, so beautiful, that it was a little frightening in its intensity.
Now that glorious sensation was ballooning inside her hot naked cunt; she sought it out, chasing it, and then giving word to the sensation, she screamed, "Ah ... oh ... ah.....God! Yes! Yes! Don't stop ... don't ... don't ... ah ... AAAHHHHHHHHHH! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Wave after wave of pure heaven, almost too incredibly intense to live through, surged and rippled throughout her nakedly convulsing pussy. Instead of subsiding, it grew even greater in intensity until Marilee thought she would surely die, that every palpitating, wildly jangling nerve center was shorting out and would be useless forevermore. She was lost in the glory, and the ecstasy of her first cum, and she knew, even as it was happening, that she would never be satisfied with anything less!
Marilee had no real sense of time passing.
With the advent of her first cum, she had slipped back on the bed. There was no strength in her body-it was all as if her muscles had turned to rubber. How long she lay senselessly there, she couldn't say, but at least an hour had elapsed before a gradual awareness of being alone came over her. She put out her hand and said softly, "Lisa?" There was no answer.
Wearily, she turned over. Lisa Marks was not there. It took all her remaining strength in her body to swing her feet to the floor and stand upright. Even then, she thought she would fall into a heap on the floor. Her muscles simply refused to obey her, and her legs trembled from an intense sexual exhaustion.
"Lisa...." she called again, this time a bit louder. Only silence came to her. And then, suddenly, as it all came back, her confused young mind was blanketed by shame.
God, how could she ever face Lisa Marks? Or John?
Slowly, miserably, she made her way toward the kitchen for another drink, her mind churning with this new thing she had learned about herself. One single tear squeezed its way out of her big blue eyes.
"I must be a queer, I must be a ... a dyke
... because why else would I be able to cum when another woman licked my naked pussy-when it has never been able to cum around my own husband's cock!"