The large furnished room seemed to sway as girls danced slowly and close, their bodies urgent with secret desire. Dex stood beside the phonograph and surveyed the smoky atmosphere, her gaze alert and curious as she searched out each languid face. The party had been going since ten last night. Now, the first pale signs of dawn crept in coolly through the half-opened windows. She had been waiting for Ryan. But Ryan, obviously, wasn't going to show.
A small, curly headed blonde maneuvered along the walls, picking her way gracefully over legs stretching out from the divan, around the buffet table spilled over with booze, around the couples standing still and stroking and kissing each other, too engrossed to bother with her.
She reached Dex and smiled with a certain triumph of accomplishment. Her small teeth glinted. "I'd like to say we've met somewhere before. My name's Gena. And this is my first gay party. Do you suppose I could ask you to dance?"
There was something brave and brash in her manner. Dex realized that it hid the shy person underneath, or at least that's the way it would seem. She gazed down at the pert, hopeful face. The face seemed so young, so ready for anything that Dex couldn't bring herself to reject the offer of friendliness or could she deny that she didn't feel the first flush of excitement passing between them as they drank up that special feminine attribute, the thrust of a breast, the curve of a hip, the shape of the lips, which attracted them to each other more and more forcefully every second.
And anyway, it would be a relief not to think about Ryan for half a minute. Dex still had notions of fidelity, despite the lateness of the hour and the female bodies entwined and panting softly about the room.
Now, there was nothing to say. Gena was making it all very simple. She had the direct optimism of the young, thought Dex. She expected everything to go just her way. Well, she couldn't hold that against her. If anything, it was a further temptation to spend more time with each other than just dancing. Dex put her arm around Gena's waist and moved her gently backward into the crush of couples.
The music was slow, the wailing sound of soul, of a woman craving another body, perhaps any body which would give her searing need some satisfaction. Dex listened to the words as she felt the new body in her arms. The small, firm body felt pliant and pressed willingly to her. Dex could imagine the fluttery heart beating nervously behind the fragile rib cage. She recalled her own youth. The first trial flights. Everything had been desperately painful, then. It hadn't been easy to grow up.
Of course, times had changed. Supposedly it was easier now, everything from meeting other girls who wanted the same thing to having sex immediately. Courtships were a thing of the past. So perhaps it was foolish if not downright wrong to put herself in Gena's shoes. Perhaps her boldness had not been hiding any inner shyness. And, thought Dex vehemently to herself, why should it? In her small way she had made this brighter day come about. She had come to New York and lived damn well the way she pleased, openly and sensuously.
"Kids nowadays," Bobbi Morton had said with a sly grin, "just come up to you and say, 'let's fuck'." And from all she had heard, Bobbi knew what she was talking about from experience. Her easy sex with young girls was legend. Dex now found herself admiring Bobbi's ways despite herself. She got what she wanted. She never hung around waiting for someone to show up like Dex did. She'd look around, see something she liked and take it.
Dex spread her fingers between the girl's shoulder blades. She could feel the flexible movement of Gena's spine, the way it plunged down to the tight roundness of her girlish buttocks. The young breasts brushed firmly against her own, sending shivers through her. How she would love to let her hand slip down and cup the beautiful, full ass, so temptingly within reach. But some old taboo, some rule of behavior she had made for herself years ago and then had never broken, stopped her dead.
"Your first party?" Dex repeated. "I hope you didn't come here alone."
"Oh, yes, I did. I think that's kind of the best way." Gena's laugh was bright. Pleased with herself. "I overheard Bobbi Morton tell some girls that there was going to be open house here tonight. And I decided to put my own two cents in, too. So that was it."
A faint fragrance of Blue Grass touched Dex's nostrils. She was very clean and refreshing. How long had it been since she'd paid serious attention to anyone other than Ryan? Maybe this was the moment. Maybe this was the bell ringing in someone who could change the world a little.
Dex said, "I don't suppose you have to be anywhere at any particular time? Family or such?"
Gena laughed aloud. "Family? Me?" She shook her head and the curls quivered. "Shit, not for ages."
Dex judged that the girl couldn't be more than eighteen. And a recent eighteen at that. Maybe she was showing off a newly found independence. But there seemed nothing else to do except take Gena at face value. If she had ties or other complications, they would pop up soon enough.
She had decided that it was high time to kick a few of those scruples out the window. Gena's voluptuous young body was the push she needed. And as Bobbi Morton said, nowadays all you had to do was say, "Let's fuck." Nothing could be simpler.
Dex found herself taking deep breaths, filling her lungs with the fresh odor of the girl's perfume, becoming slightly heady with the freedom and easy release she promised.
She steered the girl across the dance floor, edging toward the curtained doorway. She watched Gena's face with its cool gaze flitting from the room to the exit. Gena probably knew exactly what was happening. Perhaps she was a, bit wiser, a bit more sophisticated than Dex had figured at first.
Dex felt the tips of the girl's breasts brush her once again. The nipples were stiff, she realized. Gena was alive and horny. Their bodies pressed together tauntingly. Gena was wearing no bra under her jersey; she could feel it. The nipples were stiffening into two small pebbles. A rush of heat struck Dex between her thighs, warming her whole body, as she thought of the wetness of Gena's panties which surely matched her excited nipples. Her hand slipped down the girl's spine and rested on the first curve of Gena's buttocks. She was almost there.
"How would you like to come with me to buy the Times," Dex said, her voice easy but serious. "Take it home to my place and do the puzzle?"
Before Gena could comment, Dex turned the doorknob and steered Gena out to the landing.
"You don't know my type," Gena called back as she clattered down the stairs ahead of Dex. "I do those puzzles in ink."
Dex felt a warm flooding of pleasure as she realized that Gena was, in fact, going to give her a good run for the record. No wilting innocence here. No clinging, pleading boredom. This Gena, this girl out of nowhere, held a promise for Dex that she could barely trust herself to believe.
The click of the lock as the door shut on the party was missed by most of the women left there. The music was still going strong, despite the lateness of the hour. Most of the girls were too occupied with each other to notice two people leaving.
Bobbi Morton was the exception. She had watched Gena approach Dex from a dark corner of the room where she sat with a girl just about the same age as Gena. The girl fumbled with the buttons of Bobbi's blouse as the woman kept her eyes fixed on the door.
So Gena had decided to show her what she could do on her own, thought Bobbi. Well, getting Dex was not much of a conquest. Despite the fact that she had all kinds of hang-ups, rules, scruples, she had been ready for picking that night. Mooning quietly in the corner, the martyr of all-abiding love, Dex had snapped up the chance to show her lover Ryan up by rushing into a one-night stand that would show that two could play that game. Bobbi smiled to herself. Dex, however, did not know how to play that game. That was her whole problem.
"I don't think you're paying any real attention to me," pouted the young girl in Bobbi's arms. Bobbi ran her fingers through the girl's long brown hair. She tilted her head up toward her so that the sensuous, hot little mouth was ready and waiting. Bobbi bent down and pressed her lips against the girl's mouth. Her lips parted and sucked in Bobbi's tongue through her teeth. Her tongue flicked around in the warm mouth, searching for the girl's small pointed tongue. Finding it, a shiver ran up her spine as she licked her tongue against it, then sucked it into her own mouth.
Who was this girl she was devouring with her mouth? thought Bobbi for a moment. Anyway, she was right about one thing, she wasn't really interested, not seriously. Gena's exit with Dex had surprised and annoyed her more than she cared to admit.
"Does that prove I am?" whispered Bobbi in the girl's ear as she brushed her lips against her downy soft cheek.
"It helps," sighed the girl vaguely. She cuddled up closer to Bobbi and reached further inside the woman's shirt.
Bobbi's breasts were large, white mounds of flesh that moved slowly as the girl freed them from her bra. The rich flesh came to a point in large pink nipples beginning to peek out of the opened blouse. The girl suddenly bobbed her head down and took a stiffening tit between her teeth. Bobbi moaned as the sharp little tongue worked on the nib of stiff flesh, teasing it, sending a shudder through her body, down to her crotch which stirred in response. The girl's fingers, as if knowing the direction of Bobbi's response, crept down her slacks to the mound at the start of her full thighs. They skittered over it, then slipped determinedly between the thighs and traced the crease of labia under the double layer of slacks and panties.
"Watch out down there, honey. Your fingers might get burned," said Bobbi hoarsely.
"Oh, I'm not worried about my fingers," she replied quietly, ignoring the flippancy of Bobbi's remark. With greater pressure she now rubbed against Bobbi's cunt obviously enjoying the rich heat pouring up from it now.
As the small fingers worked in tandem with the sucking mouth at her nipples, Bobbi forgot about Gena and her pick-up and began concentrating on her own pleasure.
In a minute she had the young girl's tight breasts free and was rubbing the small pink tips. The nipples came alive between her thumb and forefinger. They stiffened in erection like a man's penis, eager and persistent. She pulled one up to meet her diving mouth. In the next second her teeth were grazing around the nipple which had stiffened out to an amazing length. She sucked it slowly in her mouth as the girl slid her hand between her slacks and her firm belly and worked down. As the small finger reached the top of her bushy pubic hair, Bobbi felt the inside of her cunt gush in anticipation. In seconds the finger slid its way down to her clitoris, pulling it out of its hood of flesh and stroking it.
Bobbi wrapped her arms around the girl's small waist and pulled her up closer to her. She slid her breast out of her mouth and whispered in her ear.
"I think my bed would be a better place for this, don't you?"
At daylight it was cold and damp. Dex and Gena saw the street lamps turning off so that they moved among wisps of misty shadows. Yet the shadows dispelled rapidly, dissolving before the pale pink sashes of sunlight slanting down between the tall buildings.
They found an open newsstand on the corner of Ninth Avenue. Then, carrying the bulky paper under one arm and guiding Gena with her free hand, Dex moved on toward her apartment.
She lived in one of the giant, white-brick buildings that she had never wanted to occupy. In the old days, the happier days with Ryan, they had planned to own a country place, complete with grounds for horses. Yet, somehow, they had never made the move, never found it quite convenient to leave the city.
Dex moved Gena quietly past the relief doorman dozing on a high chair beside the entrance.
The lobby smelled of perfume, a particular exotic fragrance that made Dex smile with recognition. She saw Gena twitch her nostrils.
"Whew! What's that?" Gena said as they stood waiting for the elevator.
"That's Madge," Dex answered matter-of-factly. "Our famous lady of letters. You might even get to meet her one day."
Gena wrinkled her forehead. "Is that good?"
The elevator door opened and a brace of Dalmatians scampered eagerly between the two women. A tall, muscular-looking man in a light windbreaker grinned at Dex and excused himself as he followed the dogs out toward the curb.
"And that's Robard," Dex said, stepping into the elevator. A slight scowl passed over her face, then vanished. "He lends us the gin for Madge, among other things." Other things included the constant suspicion that Ryan knew Robard better than she should, at least as far as Dex was concerned.
"You know more people than Ann Landers. I'm glad I don't have to stand on line for you."
There was something breathy beneath Gena's words. Dex felt a cool shudder of pleasure as she realized that Gena was very eager to get upstairs. She looked at the girl's upturned profile. A pleasant, out-going face. One would never suspect what lay beneath. And, then, what did? reflected Dex. She really didn't know herself.
The conversation between them trailed away amidst the high whine of the rising elevator. A tension of expectancy hovered over them. It seemed to draw them close. Dex moved in a step behind the girl. For a moment, she rested her hand lightly on Gena's shoulder, touching the warmth that came up from beneath the light clothing. The shoulder moved in response. Only slightly. Enough to answer Dex with a subtle but definite yes.
They got out on the seventeenth floor. Dex led the girl through a long carpeted hallway and off into the extreme right wing of the building.
Before using her key, Dex tried the knob. It was just possible that Ryan had come home after all and had left it open for her.
But the door remained closed to her touch. Either Ryan had been home fast asleep for hours or she was still out. With firm, determined movements, Dex unlocked the door and flung it wide.
"Come on in," she said softly. "You'll like the view."
Gena did not hesitate. She strode forward and looked around the vast expanse of terraced living room. Then she saw the window. As her gaze focused on the lightening sky, she began to walk toward the double doors.
Dex flopped the newspaper onto a long wooden slab of table. She left Gena to the rising sun, as she quickly explored the apartment to see if Ryan was in fact home asleep. A quick check of the bedroom gave Dex her answer. She sighed audibly with relief as she stepped back into the living room. She was relieved, but, at the same time, something inside her sank heavily. Even at that point, with a beautiful young girl waiting to jump into bed with her, she would have preferred to find Ryan there and ready to jump out of bed at any second and find them having sex.
Quickly now, she came up behind Gena and kissed her lightly against one ear. Her arms wrapped around her, then clasped the young firm breasts and pulled her tight against her. She felt the outward curve of her pert rump against the bottom of her belly where it seemed to burn through her clothing. She felt the girl's nipples stiffen under her palms.
Gena murmured, and Dex realized that she must be overwhelming the girl. Putting her arms around Gena's waist, she held her quite still within an easy embrace. She didn't want to push Gena into making love out of a sense of bravado.
Again she had misjudged the girl. Gena moved her hand around behind her and began to run it down Dex's smooth hip, then over the outside of her thigh. As she moved her hand around to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, Gena's heart began to pound audibly. In a sudden jerking movement she placed her fingers directly on Dex's crotch and stroked there.
Before Dex could respond, she felt Gena pull her hands from around her waist and place them again on her up-turned breasts. As her fingers stroked the pointed nipples poking against the light fabric, Dex felt an urgent need to have this girl. To feel Gena's slender fingers explore her cunt in every way. And then to devour the girl with her mouth. She licked her dry lips.
"Why don't we leave the bloody sky for other people?" Dex whispered.
Lightly, she began pulling Gena away from the view and over to the gray leather sofa-bed.
Gena glanced from Dex's face to the cushions as they stood beside the sofa.
"Is this where you sleep?" Gena asked.
It was an innocent question, Dex knew. Gena was too young, too eager. She wasn't interested in prying. It was mere curiosity that spoke. But Dex felt herself react. Tension tied a knot in the pit of her stomach. Absent, Ryan still continued to torment her.
"I don't much like bedrooms," Dex said, sliding her fingertips to the back of Gena's neck.
She tilted Gena's head upward and brought her mouth slowly down to the girl's soft lips. Feeling the girl's body respond with a quiver, Dex moved her hands quickly around the small waist and drew the body in close.
Her tongue dived between Gena's small white teeth, searching out her tongue. Before Dex could find it, it found her. Gena slipped her tongue almost forcibly between Dex's lips so that now their tongues were intertwined. Dex was not used to such boldness. She kissed her harder, more roughly, forgetting her preconceived notions about Gena's innocence and just responding to the girl's passion. Dex's cheeks went hollow as her tongue jutted down the girl's throat. She wanted her mouth so badly she could have devoured it physically.
Gena was no match for Dex now. Her petite tongue slipped back into her own mouth and allowed itself to be swallowed up by Dex.
Dex felt her breasts almost itching for Gena's fingers again. The nipples were stiffened now and rubbed irritatingly against her blouse. She wanted them free in the air; free to be touched and licked and even bitten.
Gena had toyed with Dex just long enough to remind her of her habitual butch role. Somehow her carefulness had made her forget up until then, or perhaps, she thought vaguely as her tongue ravenously explored Gena's tender mouth, she had expected to be the one who was taken. With Ryan it had always seemed as if she played the man. Something in her was tired of this, tired of having to be stalwart as well as sexually aggressive. She now wanted to be wanted, pitched onto a bed and devoured. That was the condition she had placed on having sex with anyone else besides Ryan.
Gena had turned the tables.
Dex had expected the girl to give – and give fast. Now Dex felt the beginning of fulfillment as Gena yielded, pressing herself upward, rubbing her breasts to find Dex, opening her mouth ever so much wider to bring Dex deeper into her throat.
There was something almost too confident about Gena. The contrast between her seeming youthfulness and the forceful desire of her actions made Dex tremble. She had wanted to be casual and careful. Not frighten Gena off with a display of rough passion.
And yet Gena's body itself demanded force and strength. She lifted her hips and pressed her thighs forward so that they rubbed hotly against her own. Then raising one knee, she moved it against Dex's crotch.
Dex grabbed her by the shoulders and devoured her mouth even more forcefully. She paused for a second to lick the girl's cheeks and chin and lips, before once again clamping her mouth back down on Gena's and entering her with her practiced tongue. She felt the girl's knee rubbing the soft hairs of her pubis against the cotton material of her slacks. She felt the thick lips of her labia moisten with the stroking, then gush as her cunt opened wider to the pressure of the knee.
No, this was no virgin, Dex told herself. This wasn't any sort of beginner either. Gena might he young but she must have been around.
Yet she had said that it was her first gay party…
Gena sighed and ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of Dex's mouth when Dex came up for air. There was no stopping her. Gena could not seem to get enough. Dex sucked the eager tongue back into her mouth. Clasping the girl tightly, she drew her down onto the cushion-less seat of the sofa-bed.
The hardness under her buttocks seemed to add to her excitement. Gena came down onto Dex's lap. She wiggled her ass against Dex's crotch, teasing her on ward. Dex reached around and let her hands play over the lithe body of the girl. As her fingers drifted across her nipples, Gena would respond by grinding her ass more roughly against Dex's crotch. Dex let her thighs part slightly so that Gena's buttocks slipped ever so slightly between them.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Gena giggled softly to herself and slipped sideways onto the couch and brought her feet up. She was now stretched out, her young ass rubbing gently against Dex's moist crotch. She was gazing intently at the older woman.
Dex blushed slightly. She felt Gena observing her now, more than participating. Yet, the position she had taken, sprawling over her lap, was calculated to bring things out of the foreplay stage.
"You're in my lap like a baby," muttered Dex. Before she had time to begin reproaching Gena, the girl's eyes twinkled suggestively.
"Oh, I'm no baby. Except maybe when I want to play with your breasts and…" Gena didn't bother to finish her sentence. She unbuttoned Dex's blouse and worked her fingers behind to release the clasp of her bra. Dex's breasts fell heavily into the outstretched palm which tried to cup both of them at once. Then Gena moved both hands into play, pulling the bra out of the way, and now rubbing Dex's stiffening nipples.
"Do you like that?" asked Gena coyly.
"Damn it, of course, I like that," Dex snapped back. She liked being stroked, her breasts fondled, nipples pulled and pinched, but she didn't like being toyed with.
Abruptly she slithered out from under Gena, pulling the girl's long legs up on the couch so she could slip free. She fell to her knees with the girl spread out before her on the sofa. Gena lay there watching Dex intently while a pale tinge of color flushed through her cheeks.
The clear, direct invitation stopped Dex from thinking. Desire rushed through her body headlong. She covered Gena's mouth once again with her own and let her hands play downward to find the breasts.
She stroked from one to the other, and they felt hot and large. Her eye caught a glimpse of the two nipples jutting blatantly against the girl's jersey as if trying to stab through the cloth and out into the air. Dex began to fumble with the clothing, working the jersey upward till her fingertips touched the warm, bare midriff.
The skin was smooth. It covered the rib cage sparely and emphasized the high rising mounds of breasts. Gena hoisted the jersey up and pulled it over her curly blonde head. Dex felt the globe of rippling flesh as one breast sank into the palm of her hand. She stared at its rosy color greedily. Both nipples seemed to harden before her eyes, protruding, hard nubs of flesh.
"Kiss me there," Gena whispered, pressing Dex's head down to her breasts.
The nipple seemed to raise itself into Dex's mouth. She closed her eyes and played her tongue tip firmly across the puckering center. As her teeth scraped gently around the point of flesh, Gena moaned softly and stroked Dex's hair. With her head pressed close to Gena's body, she could feel the rapid heartbeat that revealed Gena's mounting desire. The intimate scent of flesh ensnared Dex, ruffling her senses, urging her on.
Now she began to pull down the cotton slacks, revealing the frivolous rose-colored panties beneath. They were surprising. Made intricately of lace, apparently quite expensive, they belonged on a high-class whore. Not on an eighteen-year-old girl.
The elastic cut low across Gena's flat belly, letting hairs from her crotch sprout out invitingly over the top. With one finger Dex pulled the scanty material away, revealing smooth flesh.
Her bushy blond pubic hair sprang into view. It grew richly over the girl's fresh young cunt, but not without parting slightly to reveal the soft folds running down between her pale thighs. The inside of her mouth went dry as Dex's eyes took in the young body greedily.
"Where did you get panties like that?" asked Dex hoarsely and with only side interest. She was too intent on the richness of the curves of the girl's body to much care about how she would answer. Nothing she would say would make a difference to the raw heat in her loins as she contemplated what she would soon take and devour as her own.
"It was a present," said Gena dreamily. Dex caught the tone of voice. She pulled her eyes off the girl's tantalizing body and brought it to her face.
"Who gave it to you? A man?"
"Oh no, Dex, a woman. Who else?" replied Gena. The smirk around her pert mouth told Dex more than she wanted to know, at least at that moment. A woman, yes, and a special woman. Perhaps Bobbi Morton, Dex thought fleetingly. But who cared really, as long as it was another woman. The thought of the body before her being mauled by a man disgusted her. She thought of the round, fresh cunt before her being filled with a man's milky sperm, plastering down the soft hairs, desecrating what she wanted in her mouth.
Gena, free and naked, lifted one leg up over the back of the couch. The position gave Dex plenty of room, plenty of place at which to stare.
Gena's cunt was effectively spread open invitingly for her. The red gash of her inner flesh was a hot slit shining from behind the hairy blond veil. Dex could see the moisture there like drops of dew.
Gena boldly ran her hands down her hips, pausing at the protrusion of the hip bone, only to dive directly at her crotch. She put her leg up higher on the back of the sofa and spread her cunt wide with her fingers. The tunnel running deep inside her opened wider, dark and inviting. Dex flicked her tongue nervously over her lips. Gena's brashness was turning her into a horny bitch. It was as if she had never seen a woman's cunt, had never had it spread open for her, had never watched the line of pubic hair disappear between the two cheeks of her ass. With Ryan it had all worked much more slowly, beginning with fondling and cuddling and small cries of female reassurance.
Gena was part of the new breed. She was, to be trite, liberated. She spread her thighs with delight, knowing all too well that what she would reveal between them was something any gay woman would want.
"Kiss me," Gena repeated. "Kiss me."
There was no mistaking what the girl meant. Or, for that matter, what she wanted. Yet she had had the tact to phrase it at least in romantic terms. Gena was proving that liberation didn't necessarily mean turning yourself into a slut. She was wise beyond her years.
For Dex, playing around, one-night stands, just the idea of having sex with another woman for the sheer lust of it, had always repulsed her somewhat. Of course she had invited Gena to come home with her. She could go through with it, even desire it. But in the back of her mind was always a sense of guilt, of being cheapened.
There was no doubt that Gena, on the other hand, felt nothing of the kind. She was easy, direct, knew what she wanted and how. Sex seemed as simple to her as eating. But surely something was playing around in her mind. The girl was not cold or mechanical. She must be feeling some kind of emotion beside a desire to have her cunt satisfied with a rampant, devouring mouth and tongue.
For long moments, Dex let her eyes take their fill of the firm white thighs that seemed so pure and untouched. She ran her hands over them. They felt hot as though a fire was going on somewhere deep within the pit of Gena's stomach.
Now the other leg lifted. With her knee, Gena nudged Dex, sliding it against the woman's thighs, then again working it against her crotch.
There could be no further delays, Dex knew. She needed it now and she needed it directly.
Dex plunged her head forward. As her mouth made contact with the wet cunt lips, she heard Gena's long, releasing moan. Dex climbed onto the couch, hunching forward on her knees, letting her weight press forward.
Dex's breasts hung down free from her rib cage. The nipples began rubbing against Gena's soft thighs as her lips brushed over the girl's blond hairs. The hot, pungent odor of the girl's gushing cunt filled her nostrils. She was drunk with it in minutes. Her tongue stuck clear out of her mouth as far as it could go and then began licking up the hot crack.
Gena spread her thighs wider and moaned loudly now. The tip of Dex's tongue suddenly brushed the clitoris lying buried within the hood of flesh. With quick, pointed strokes, she freed the girl's clit from the flesh around it and made it quiver to stiffness. It swelled at each lick of the tongue, glistening as it lengthened into a miniature penis.
Dex took the knob of flesh between her lips and tugged on it hungrily, tauntingly. Then her teeth grazed it and she sucked it into her mouth, smacking her lips greedily on it.
Dex felt herself losing all control. Her panties felt wet from the gushing feeling deep inside her cunt. Her nipples were almost painfully erect, rubbing constantly now against the girl's rich thighs. Her breath came in short, quick pants. Her chin was slathered wet with Gena's juices and her own saliva.
Dex paused for a second to catch her breath and feast her eyes on the wide open cunt and stiffened clit.
"Oh, don't stop," moaned Gena. Her eyes were closed, her body writhing on the hard seat of the sofa.
Dex reached under her squirming buttocks, passing between her thighs and over the full cheeks of her ass. She pulled the girl's hips up violently towards her face. Dex's eyes glowed crazily as she brought her hungry mouth to meet the hot cunt.
A groan of pleasure ripped out of Gena's throat as she felt Dex's mouth come back down on her wet pussy.
"Lick it faster, faster," panted the girl as she felt Dex's tongue slither along her wet slit. Once again the woman began sucking on her clit, oblivious to Gena's impatience, wanting the sex to last and burst with release when the time came.
She sucked at the lengthening knob of flesh, brushing it with her teeth as she sucked it between her lips, gobbling at it and sending electrifying shivers deep into Gena's cunt.
Only after she had sucked it until her lips were tired, did Dex stick her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could and lick up into the girl's swollen labia. The teasing Dex had given her had slathered them with dripping juice. Now the woman slurped it up greedily, licking her tongue over the fat ridges of flesh and then darting deep inside the red and widening hole.
Gena's body bucked upward to meet the invasion of Dex's hot tongue. Dex moved her head in a wide, slow circle, munching and sucking with her sensuous lips on the girl's pussy as she flicked her tongue in and out of her gushing hole. Gradually, she speeded up the movement, arcing her body deeper to meet Gena's up thrust crotch.
Gena's hands came down on Dex's skull. She rubbed the woman's mouth around on her cunt, reinforcing Dex's movements. Speeding up the grinding of her hips against the woman's face, she arced higher as though trying to force all of her pussy into Dex's mouth.
The girl's need sent electricity through Dex. A throbbing seemed to start behind her eyeballs. The world became alive and large, filled with only one thing, one hot demanding woman's cunt. All her muscles tensed, waiting as though poised for the moment when Gena would peak.
Dex sensed her clothing rumpled within the folds of her crouched body. Her cunt burned between her thighs, longing for satisfaction and release, but she ignored it. She had only begun to make love in earnest, she thought. They would find different ways and different means throughout the morning and on into the long hours of the afternoon.
She felt the roots of her hair being pulled as Gena's fingers tightened, tangling, grasping with the increasing urgency of her need.
And then Gena's body seemed to burst wide. She kicked wide and high, releasing herself with a small, rasping shriek that seemed more like pain than ecstasy.
She shoved Dex's mouth down tightly, forcing the tongue as deep inside her quivering cunt as she could. Dex could feel the walls of her pussy tremble as she suddenly gushed and peaked, drenching Dex's nose, mouth and chin with her juices.
Dex reached a hand up and felt the contractions rolling through the girl's belly. She waited till the peak had passed on. Then, lifting her head, Dex peered into the girl's panting, perspiring face.
Dex swallowed. Her smile was lopsided and savage. Her face was slicked down and flushed.
"You're right," she said hoarsely. "We have to go into the bedroom."