Ryan was banking now on the fact that Gena would not give in. The girl could never show the true extent of her lust to Dex. She would have to remain aloof and virginal to keep up her attraction. Ryan was sure that Gena understood that.
Dex reached over with both hands and grabbed the girl's head. She held the face still, continuing to approach it with her body. This was rape. This was terror. This was everything that women were not supposed to want or need.
But it did exist. Here and now. Dex knew herself to be no better than the zoo creatures who mated without concern for onlookers. And, suddenly, she was equal to Ryan in all her unfaithfulness.
"All right, Gena," Dex's voice trembled. "Go on."
She saw the girl's lips go grim. Then a new and different light glowed in her eyes. The steady, self-certainty of power over another human being. Unbeknown to Ryan, Gena had decided to change her strategy. She wanted Dex for her own. She wanted her as much as any woman has ever wanted to have and dominate a male.
The lips parted. The tongue flicked out.
At contact, Dex felt her body cringe with ecstasy. She buckled over, letting go of Gena's head and crossing her arms over her belly as though to hold herself together.
Gena invaded. Her tongue moved in small circles, lingering over her distended clit, teasing it to greater excitement. Dex shivered and spread her legs wider, lowering her cunt down nearer to the vibrant tongue. Gena now pushed her tongue suddenly in between the moist labia and flexed it.
Dex shut her eyes hard. Her chin dropped till it touched her chest. She began to shudder, responding to alternating waves of heat and cold that shook her and shattered the organization of her nerves. This is what she had wanted, the seemingly virgin tongue licking deeply into her cunt, coaxing her to orgasm.
"Suck deeper. Your mouth… suck," Dex muttered in urgency, not directing her orders to anything except the feeling. It was sex without an object now. The arousal had gone too far. Pricked by the idea of a virgin mouth sucking down on her cunt, there was no holding back.
She ground her pussy down on Gena's face, making her mouth and lips slippery with her juice. She rubbed and bucked, ignoring the gurgling sounds of discomfort as her cunt gyrated to orgasm.
Gena licked now with passion, forgetting the role of virgin she had played before. It was urgent for her to give Dex what she wanted. Her understanding with Ryan, tacit but sure, now went out the window.
She reached down to her own trembling pussy as the woman slamming her cunt into her face grew hotter and wilder. Her fingers crept around the lips of her cunt. In seconds she had hold of her excited clitoris. She fingered and stroked it. Waves of current split through her, causing her labia to swell and gush. She felt the hole that no man had ever explored open wider, begging for her fingers to plunge in and relieve the tension. The vacuum had to be filled.
Dex began to moan. Her whole body was now violently involved in the need to be satisfied. She reached up and held her breasts in her hand feeling their rich fullness, weighing them like ripe fruit in the cups of her palm. Then her fingers moved to the distended nipples. As she touched them a ripple of pleasure spread over her. She pulled at them, twisted them, pinched them. She could not torture them enough to keep pace with the ravenous tongue licking at her vitals.
Gena's mouth was an independent animal. It even showed its teeth, grating against the stiff clit, seeming to chew on the wet cunt lips. And then her tongue drove inside once more.
Dex couldn't get the lively tongue deep enough inside her. She shoved her thighs farther apart, lowering the spread lips over the girl's face.
Gena's mouth and nose and chin were now buried in the rich, humid folds of flesh. She gasped and jerked her head in order to get air, but she continued sucking and licking.
Gena's own finger did not idle. It continued to rub and pull at her fully erect clit in time with her tongue-fucking of the writhing woman dripping juice onto her face.
The rich odor of cunt and the gushing juices, instead of turning the girl off, did just the reverse. She felt herself rising to new heights, new lusts she never knew were in her. Dex was waking a need to devour the one that is loved. Nothing could hold her back now.
Her free hand reached up to stroke between the full cheeks of Dex's ass. It rubbed into the moist crevice, now greased with sweat and the trickles of juice seeping from her cunt. The hairs were wetted down as she brought her other hand into play and spread the cheeks. She grabbed hold of the two globes, kneading them in her hands, then suddenly getting the desire to do more.
She let go and whacked the buttocks of the spasmodic woman. A small cry of pain erupted from Dex's lips as she felt the small hand smack down on her rump. The stinging increased as it came down harder.
Gena clutched the stinging ass and shoved the tender flesh of Dex's cunt down on her teeth. A hiss came from the girl's clenched teeth as she rubbed and tortured the excited flesh.
"Suck it. Tongue…" Dex howled, loosing control as Gena's hidden bestiality erupted on her.
Sensing that Dex was about to erupt into orgasm, she pulled her hands off the woman's ass and plunged them onto her own pussy. In wild circular motions she rubbed one set of fingers over her clit and drenched cunt lips, while the other hand invaded and fucked her vulva.
Suddenly Dex opened her dry mouth. She jutted her cunt forward, driving the tongue deep into her convulsing cunt. The release seemed to roll upward from her knees, to spread in a deluge that drowned all of her. Only her mouth seemed above the surface and she gulped down gasps of air while her body hung convulsing. Dex doubled over as though praying abjectly.
Yet it wasn't prayer she felt. She felt the godlike powers of her own flesh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dex sensed that Ryan was creeping off the bed and away, but she could not stop looking at Gena or thinking of Gena, not even if she lost Ryan forever.
Gena lay back on the pillow, her face placid for the first time since Dex had met her. The girl's face had lost its youthful impishness. A new and steadier calm glowed in her eyes and in high color through her cheeks.
"Are you all right?" Dex said, needing to hear it.
"I never knew it could belike that." Gena's voice was a sigh. "I thought that when it finally happened… Well, I've done it before, Dex. But it was never like this. Never." Her voice trailed away. Dex was too exhausted and elated to understand the full meaning of Gena's confession. All that mattered was the immediate impact it had had on her.
Drained of the barbed urgency of need, Dex sat back on her haunches. She reached out and stroked Gena's leg. A moment in time had changed everything. She had conquered the girl. Gena would never try to toy with her feelings again.
Cold, strong fingers began to massage the back of Dex's neck. Ryan pressed her body to Dex's side. Dex felt that it was half-clad, as bra and panties rubbed her flesh. A shudder of annoyance passed through Dex. Ryan had changed her mind about leaving. The stubborn and self-centered streak in her couldn't cope with defeat.
"Are you ready to come home now?" Ryan's voice was soft, attempting to caress.
There was no way to ignore her. No way to turn Ryan off or make her invisible.
"Why don't you run along? I'll be there later."
Ryan did not budge. "Don't let the little girl turn your head, dear. You've had your fun. Now come home to sleep. You have to get up for work in the morning, remember?"
"I'll be there," Dex answered crisply, trying to shrug off the massaging fingers.
"Well, in case you forget, I'll just wait here to remind you."