The ghost of Gena hung over her, more tangible than a mere memory. She could still smell the tang of Blue Grass and young, fresh sweat. The odor of her pussy clung to her nostrils. She hadn't noticed it before as Ryan and she had played cat and mouse. Now that the preliminary game was over, it was overwhelming.
It was Gena who had given her this new power over Ryan. And now it was Gena, wanting her again and again, who played in her mind. In a split second of lucid thought, Dex realized that she was just as bad as Ryan. Now that she had what she craved right before her, she wanted something else far away and unattainable.
As Dex pressed her lips to Ryan's belly, and licking down slowly to the tangle of wet hair matted to reveal the widening gash between her legs, she tried to shake herself free from the taste of Gena.
"What's happening?" Ryan asked, her voice barely audible. "Is something the matter with you all of a sudden?"
Dex clasped her arms around Ryan's knees. She did not want to answer Ryan's question. Certainly, she did not want to admit, in her own mind, that Gena had any claim on her whatsoever. The idea was preposterous. Monstrous. It boded evil.
"Nothing's wrong," Dex muttered.
Eagerly, as though to prove her point, Dex moved her mouth up along the side of Ryan's thigh. She felt Ryan begin to quiver. As Ryan's passion grew warmer, Dex felt encouraged. The ache in her pussy needed satisfaction. She could feel it swelling, the lips parting, the clit stiffening, her whole sex coming alive, gushing slightly in anticipation of the satisfaction of Ryan's mouth. If she couldn't have Gena, she would have to settle. Settle for Ryan. Settle for her own true love.
The anger of irony upset Dex. She lifted her hips and drove them down onto Ryan. Her naked flesh rushed against Ryan's, met it, and melted into it. Their cunts joined, shoved together, grinding together. The labia glistened, made their two hot cunts slippery as juice poured out from the contracting muscles of their vulvas. If Ryan had only tried to be faithful through the years, this never could have happened. She had stolen half the pleasure out of their hungry coupling. The heat and desire rushed through her loins, drenching their cunts, but it seemed further away than her own body.
Squeezing Gena out of her mind, Dex concentrated on pleasing Ryan. They knew how to make love together. Knew each other's bodies.
She felt Ryan's fingers working down between them. As the hand reached the upper part of her cunt, Dex hunched upward, giving the eager hand room in which to move. The fingers touched her gently at first, taking in the total area with long slow strokes. It worked over the clitoris, coaxing out of its hood of flesh, squeezing it, pulling it so that it lengthened and stiffened. Dex shuddered at the fingers working on her pussy, now drenched in the juice pouring out of her excited organ. The fingers coated themselves with the juice, burying in her widening red gash, then slipping over her clit. Now the hand cupped and possessed.
Dex submitted to the sensation greedily. Shivers of pleasure rushed up from her cunt as the fingers invaded, churned inside her, rubbed and prodded her clit into erection. She ground her labia against the invading hand, rubbing her thighs together. The invasion continued and became more violent. Ryan was fucking her with her fingers; she plunged in and out of her cunt almost brutally. At each inward shove, Dex drove her cunt lips down on the hand, then rubbed it into her in wide circular movements.
Under the fucking of Ryan's hand, Dex felt her energies rush downward like water into a sucking drain.
"Oh, Ry, I want you," she groaned.
Yet in her heart, Dex knew it wasn't exactly so. Ryan the familiar, Ryan the habitual, had become less to Dex than any stranger. Gena was in bed with them at that very moment, as real as if she were in the flesh. She separated them with the liberation she had given Dex. Ryan was no longer the center of attention, the total center. She was just there as habit. Dex felt all these things as the fingers worked on her cunt, giving her pangs of pleasure, setting her vulva contracting in delicious spasms.
Dex struggled. She had to get over the wall. She had to return to where she belonged. Why couldn't it all just be the same as it had before that night?
The rhythmic abrasion worked on Dex's nerves, and she felt her body responding with a will all its own. Any hand would do. Any interested partner could give her physical fulfillment at so urgent a time. She ground her cunt down on the hand. She wanted the full sensation, the invasion of a hard object deep inside her vulva. She felt the juices gush over the slickened hand. Perspiration spurted up along the ridge of her spine.
"Turn over," Ryan whispered. "You know what I want us to do together."
"Yes. Yes."
Dex moved through the fog of her passion, groping blindly to ease the pain of her craving. She crawled around the mattress on her till she was the way Ryan wanted her.
Dex threw a thigh over Ryan's head, straddling her face with her gaping cunt. Her thighs trembled as she lowered her pussy down on Ryan's mouth, then grasped her buttocks and pushed her mouth between Ryan's legs. Their tongues invaded each other's vulvas almost simultaneously. The sensation was overwhelming. Like an animal, Dex shot her tongue deep inside the hot, wet cunt and sucked. She churned her tongue wildly, fucking it in and out in time with Ryan's mouth-work on her own pussy.
Coupled like the snake eating his own tail, they munched and slobbered on each other's juicy cunts. Their breath came in pants. Small groans would escape from one's throat as the other would stroke some special nerve that would send their cunts into contractions of pleasure.
Almost by prearrangement, they licked up each other's clits and began pulling them with their lips and sucking them out long and stiff. Their mouths and chins glistened with cunt juice and saliva.
Dex felt Ryan pressing upward, shoving her tongue back deep into her cunt. A cry of surprise rushed out of Dex's throat at the unexpected invasion. Her clit stood stiff and trembling in the air, rubbing occasionally against Ryan's slippery chin. Ryan tongued toward satisfaction with every ounce of her strength. Dex clutched her tightly now.
Together they were moving toward orgasm like one animal. Sucking sounds filled the room. They rolled slightly to one side. Dex felt the damp sheet along the side of her arm and hip. The mattress squealed as they rolled. The loose bed sheet tangled around Dex's ankle. She drew in a deep breath as though ready to dive down into the very darkest places of their desire. The smell of Ryan's special lemon soap mingled with the intimate, flesh-stale odor of the room. It was a familiar brew and Dex gave herself quiet urging toward encouragement. Each of them were feeling and knowing how far the other had progressed toward the peak. The mutual sucking and tonguing was working as perfectly as ever.
Dex's tired body responded now all by itself. Worked to the very edge of the precipice, it had to fall off. Ryan began whimpering as Dex opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to swallow up the swollen labia and the distended clit as if she were working herself into the last shudder of pleasure that would lead to orgasm.
Suddenly it clicked. Dex's cunt could no longer take the fucking of Ryan's tongue, the feel of her lips sucking the dripping labia, the full rubbing of stiff clit against wet chin. She shuddered. Her mouth opened wide and gulped in the shivering pussy under her face. She felt Ryan's back arch, then stiffen, then felt her nose engulfed in the hot odor of cum. She shoved her hot cunt down on Ryan's face, grinding it one last time before she buried her face in Ryan's shuddering, gushing cunt and came herself.
Spasm after spasm shook through her. She wanted to cry out through the wet hot flesh gushing over her mouth and face. Ryan bucked under her sucking. Her tongue churned inside Dex's cunt like an eggbeater. Every convulsion of her cunt rubbed and scraped against this invading stiff tongue.