Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER FIVE

When Lisa arrived at Connie’s apartment, Connie was all ready for her.

She was dressed in a sheer robe of pale blue material, which accentuated the whiteness of her skin. As she stood in the open door smiling, Lisa let her eyes roam down the length of her body.

“Lisa, darling.” The woman’s voice was soft and smooth. Lisa could see naked flesh through that robe and she could hear lust behind the quiet of that voice. It made her tremble, but she tried to hide it.

“Hello, Connie. May I come in?”

“Of course, darling. What a silly question.” She stood aside and took Lisa’s hand, drawing her gently into the apartment. The door closed with a click.

“I didn’t know if you’d be alone or not,” Lisa said.

Connie laughed softly as she took Lisa’s coat. “This evening, for a change, I’m quite free. I’m so happy to see you, Lee.”

The nickname stirred something very deep inside Lisa. Connie was the only person who ever called her Lee, and the name was special and very private.

“I’m even happier to see you,” she said. “I needed very much to see you tonight.”

“Did you?” Connie led her across the living room to a couch, made her sit, then went to a sideboard and began mixing a pair of drinks. “Was there some special reason, darling, or was it just…” She let the sentence finish itself.

Lisa leaned back on the couch and relaxed. “Nothing really special,” she said? “Same old thing.”

“Ken?”

“Yes… and a man named Harris. He has a huge contract, and we’re trying to get it.”

“And this Harris insisted on staying the night?” Connie asked.

“Yes. And this morning he woke up ready to come, instead of ready to go away. He simply wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Alt yes,” Connie said sympathetically. “One of those. Did you oblige him?”

Lisa nodded. “It was the only way to get rid of him.”

“Well, sometimes that’s the wisest course. After all, darling, merely lying there and letting him have one final fling at that sweet pussy of yours isn’t too big a price to pay for the kind of stakes you and Ken play for.”

“He didn’t want to fuck me,” Lisa said.

“You mean…”

Lisa nodded.

“Jesus… a blow-job in the morning,” Connie said. “Even I won’t do that.”

“I used to love to suck cock. But now…”

“Now that you found out about pussy,” Connie said, smiling.

Lisa nodded. “It isn’t so much that I mind that anymore. They all seem to want it, and you can get used to anything after a while.” She shivered slightly. “But first thing in the morning… before I could even have a cup of coffee or a cigarette.”

“Poor baby,” Connie said, and her voice was suddenly very close. Lisa opened her eyes and found the woman standing over her, with a drink in each hand. “Take a long swallow of this, Lee. It’ll help.”

Lisa accepted the glass and sipped at it. As usual, Connie had mixed the drink just the way Lisa liked it. She was such a thoughtful woman, so tender and sweet. No wonder the world of men seemed so repulsive beside gentle, feminine Connie.

The woman sat down beside Lisa and lit cigarettes for them both. “Have a smoke, darling, and a few drinks. Try to relax and forget this morning. You’re with me now.”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

Connie sipped her drink, then set it down carefully on the table in front of the couch. Her hand went to Lisa’s shoulder. “You feel so tense, Lee. I wish you’d relax.”

“I’ll be all right in a few minutes, Connie. Give me time.”

The woman’s hand drifted from the shoulder and descended to settle lightly over Lisa’s tit.

Lisa stiffened.

“Lee, darling… what is it?”

“My breasts,” Lisa replied. “He hurt them.”

“Oh, God… how awful! What a beast he must have been to hurt such a sweet and lovely little girl. Here…” Her hands slipped under Lisa’s arms and around her back, looking for the zipper tab. “Let’s see if we can’t get you a bit more comfortable. I’m sure all this clothing isn’t helping you feel any better.”

Lisa arched her torso and allowed her dress to be drawn from her arms and down to her waist.

Connie’s fingers were very gentle as they sought around back again, finding and undoing the clasp of her bra.

The cups lifted away, and Lisa felt herself swing free. It was a lovely sensation.

“There,” Connie said. “Isn’t that better?”

“Much better,” Lisa replied, smiling. “Now let me see what he did to you.” She bent her head and peered closely at Lisa’s naked breasts. “Oh, sweetheart! You poor darling!”

“He-he pulled me,” Lisa said. “It hurt so much.”

“The animal!” Connie’s voice was suddenly very tense with anger. “Didn’t he know how much… men are so stupid and coarse sometimes!”

“It still hurts,” Lisa said.

“Do you think I could help make it better, darling?”

“Are you sure? You look so sore– are you certain I won’t just make the soreness worse?”

Lisa smiled dreamily. “Nothing you could do would ever hurt me, Connie.”

“My darling.”

“Make it better,” Lisa said. Her voice was a whisper.

Connie’s hand touched the bare flesh just above Lisa’s waist. Slowly the hand climbed until it rested flat under one breast. Lisa watched through half-closed eyes as Connie leaned forward, as her soft and knowing lips puckered.

The hand slipped upward, lifting the weight of a tit to meet the oncoming lips.

Lisa let her head drop back onto the cushions and then closed her eyes again. It was beginning. All the old familiar pleasure, just as it had so many times before, just as it always did with Connie. Feminine lips had taken possession of her and that was one of the biggest pleasures in Lisa’s world. The warmth of that caress was soothing away the hurt left by the man’s twisting fingers, and replacing that hurt with delight.

And there was more delight to come. Connie would kiss until she was numb with pleasure, and then she would kiss the other one. And while she kissed, her delicate hands would stroke and soothe until Lisa’s whole body was quivering sensation.

At that point, as always, they would go into the bedroom together. As always, they would lay side by side on Connie’s huge bed. As always, they would touch and kiss and embrace, sharing every caress, every tinge of pleasure, until neither of them could wait a moment longer. Then, as always, they would make love.

It was so simple, Lisa thought, as her tit was caressed by Connie’s sweet lips. You could sum up the new way she felt by saying that she couldn’t get any satisfaction any more from men. She knew why.

Because she had matured. Now she wanted love, and love was Ken. The only man she could come with now was Ken, and he rarely fucked her anymore.

So she had turned to women and, eventually, she had found Connie.

Connie was a prostitute. And loving her while fucking Ken’s business clients made Lisa feel like a prostitute. And that was what had suddenly ruined sex for her.

Men wanted pleasure, and basically there was nothing wrong with that. But they wanted their pleasure without charge, without paying for pleasure received in the only coin that mattered pleasure returned. Money could keep a woman alive, keep her comfortable, keep her secure, but it couldn’t buy anything to replace the pleasure a man had robbed.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about such things, because now Connie’s lips had stopped kissing, now Connie’s hands had slipped inside Lisa’s panties to clutch her buttocks, now Connie’s face was right in front of Lisa’s, lips inviting, nostrils flaring.

Now things were really starting.

Connie’s breath was warm when she spoke. “Feel better, darling?”

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Lisa said in a tiny voice.

“Yes, darling.”

Connie pulled her to her feet and slipped an arm around her waist as they crossed the living room together. The bedroom was dark, but there was no need for lights. The two women knew this ritual and the room and each other quite well enough.

Lisa undressed and soon felt the soft touch of hands on her, the brushing of lips, then the silken edge of the bed as Connie urged her to it. She let herself fall, let the hands of her lover arrange her.

Connie’s hands left her momentarily, and Lisa heard the sensuous rustle of the robe gliding down pale, smooth flesh to the floor. Then the bed sagged slightly. Connie’s hands spanned her body, and Connie’s lush, heavy breasts came against her own, followed an instant later by the whole length of Connie’s body.

Their lips met, their arms and hands roamed and explored. Every breath they took pushed their tits more tightly together.

“Oh, God, I burn down there, Connie!”

“I know, baby… I know.”

“It used to be a man’s cock would make my pussy burn like that. Now the feel of your tits, your pussy, your lips does it.”

“Spread your legs a little, darling,” Connie moaned. “Let me tongue your sweet pussy for you.”

Lisa parted her legs wide. She groaned in anticipation of the wondrous joys to come from Connie’s loving hands, lips, fingers, and tongue.

“Feel good?” Connie asked, kissing the girl’s taut, tender nipples.

“Yes, oh yes, you know it does.”

Then Connie sucked at a nipple while she began to run her hands up the soft skin of Lisa’s inner thighs. Soon the tips of her fingers touched the damp, dark ends of Lisa’s curling pussy hair.

Lisa groaned and lifted her cunt as if to say eat me, tongue me, suck me!

Connie used the tips of her fingers to spread the lips of the beautiful girl’s pussy. Her own pussy began to tingle and ooze juices on Lisa’s belly as she ran her fingers up and down the sweet slit.

She let her finger work its way into Lisa’s tightly clasped pussy. She began stroking up and down the wet furrow, watching it glisten more and more under her expert ministrations.

Beneath her, Lisa relaxed, shivering sensations starting to course through her naked body. She felt gurgling moans coming up in her throat as Connie’s finger began a gentle massage of her erect clitoris. The thrill that suddenly spread through her pussy made her hips lift of their own volition.

“How does it feel now, baby?” Connie cooed, her own body starting to shake with lust.

“Oh, Connie, it feels so good… so wonderful you know just what to do when you touch and play with my pussy.”

Connie wormed her finger between the hotly clasping folds of the sweet cunt and slid it up into her velvet sheath. Then she began a steady fucking motion, in and out, of the tight little cunt while she pressed against and massaged the tender clit with her palm.

“You feel so good, Lisa, real good. Your little pussy is nice and hot. You have the tightest little pussy!”

“Tighter than yours?” Lisa groaned.

“Oh, God, yes,” Connie replied. “Much tighter.”

As she watched the tender, taut cuntal lips extend and contract over her finger, Connie suddenly realized that she could wait no longer to taste Lisa’s pussy. She knew the young girl was sore and tender, but now her own pussy was seething with desire and she had a wild, wanton urge to eat sweet cunt.

Suddenly, all playfulness left Connie’s mind. It was replaced with a hungering sexual need. With an audible groan of lust, she repositioned herself. She lowered herself, mashing her own voluptuous globes against Lisa’s tits, her cunt finding its twin, and then she rubbed.

Connie worked between Lisa’s thighs until both their cunts were sopping with sexual arousal. She ground her clit hard against its mate until both girls were groaning, their eyes closed, their breath coming in great gasps.

“Oh, baby, I can’t wait… I want to eat you!” Connie gasped. “I want to make you come with my mouth, with my tongue!”

“Oh, yes, Connie darling… eat and suck my cunt. Make me come with your tongue, your mouth. I don’t hurt any more… make love to me, please!” Lisa breathed.

Connie slowly moved her head down over the smaller girl’s body. She licked her breasts, her belly, her navel, and slicked saliva over the top of her mound. As she moved downward, she rubbed her own wiry cunt hair over the girl’s tender skin.

“Oh, yes… yes, Connie… eat me! Put your sweet mouth on me and eat me!” Lisa gurgled. Her hands found Connie’s head as she opened her thighs and pulled.

“Ummmmm, yes… yessss,” Connie moaned as her face mashed against the soaked lips of Lisa’s soaked pussy.

She mashed her face so deeply into the puffy mass that it soon was wet all over with Lisa’s juices. Wildly, she licked the young cunt. Her teeth nibbled at the clit, driving the younger girl into whrithing tits of passion.

“Me, me, too!” she cried. “I want to eat you at the same time!”

Eager, Connie adjusted her position until Lisa’s head was between her thighs while she again buried her own face in the pleasure pit of Lisa’s cunt.

They writhed, their lovely, female bodies pressed against each other, tits mashed against bellies, cunts against mouths between widely splayed legs. The musky aromas of sexual arousal filled the room and hung heavy in the still air.

“Connie… Connie, I love you… I’m there!” Lisa shrieked. “I think I’m coming… oh, God, what a feeling! What a come!”

Connie came, too, pushing the meaty flesh of her pulsing cunt into the younger girl’s face, and squeezing her head with trembling thighs. As she sucked and swallowed the shower of juices from Lisa’s tender pussy, she continued grinding her own hips to get all the relief she could out of the joyous contact with Lisa’s sucking mouth.

“Oh, Connie, that was wonderful… beautiful,” Lisa said, finally pulling her lips from the gooey mass of Connie’s pussy.

Connie kept her head between Lisa’s legs, gently licking the still flowing juices from her dark cunt. “It was beautiful for both of us,” Connie said huskily.

“I wish I had the guts to leave Ken. I wish I was sure that I didn’t love him so I could come and just stay with you.”

“I wish you could, too,” Connie sighed, pulling her body around until their faces were close together. But Connie knew that would only happen when Lisa could get Ken out of her system. Maybe, just maybe, Ben would be able to help accomplish that. Then Connie would have the best of all possible worlds Lisa and Ben.

“Do you have any customers tonight?” Lisa asked. “I’d like to stay.”

“No. But I have a friend coming up. I’d like you to meet him, honey.”

“A man?”

“Yes,” Connie replied. “But Ben Faraday is a very special man.”