Dex felt Gena's body bend, like a sapling, to her own. But Dex had learned a lesson. She knew that Gena could give her body without yielding up her feelings. This time she wasn't going to be fooled by Gena's eager passion.
Gena's sigh warmed down the side of Dex's neck and seemed to nestle there for a moment, then drift lower along her chest.
"I need you," Gena whispered. "You know that don't you?"
Ryan said, "Hey, none of that." She sounded irritated, as though Gena were reneging on a promise.
Dex reined in her own response. She remembered that there was a conspiracy going against her. She lifted her mouth away from Gena's face.
"I want both of you in the bedroom," Dex said, her voice insistent. It told them both that she would not take no for an answer.
Ryan put her knuckles on her hips. She began to smile the wide, languid smile that showed off her glinting teeth. The professional smile that carne across so well on television. It was a smile that Dex hated, because unhappiness oozed through the dazzle.
"You'd better not argue with me," Dex said to Ryan. "Better play the game, honey."
Dex felt the rise of cruelty from the pit of her gut. A cruelty aimed directly at hurting Ryan. Dex hated herself for whipping into Ryan yet she could not control, did not want to control, herself.
Ryan, still smiling, slunk off toward the bedroom. Dex watched the firm ass wiggling with defiance. This was one of those times when Ryan craved authority. She was ashamed of herself and needed to be told what to do.
Gena put her hand to Dex's cheek and drew the face down again to her own. She plunged her hot pointed tongue into Dex's mouth, wiggling it around provocatively. Dex felt the heat rush up her spine from the wet hollow between her thighs. The girl pulled away, but kept only a few inches between their two faces.
"Don't mind her," Gena said. "She's my friend now. And I understand what you see in her."
Dex laughed aloud. Gena, too, was reading lines from some unwritten skit. And the presumption of her lines was mind-boggling. Any fool could see how a person could love someone as beautiful as Ryan. But no one, especially no kid, could know the depth, the intricacy of that love in a few hours.
"You couldn't possibly understand," Dex barked.
Gena pursed her lips and slid her arms up and down along the sides of Dex's arms.
"Why not?" she said, watching the movement of her own body, how the tips of her erect nipples and the bushy tangle at her crotch grazed Dex's body, teasing her. "Why couldn't I understand?"
"Because you don't know the first thing about love. And if you're lucky, you never will."
"Maybe I could love you," Gena mused, a smile playing in her eyes like sunlight on water.
"Sure," Dex replied. "Sure you could."
Gena flashed annoyance now at the sound of Dex's raw skepticism.
"All right, I'll prove it," Gena flounced.
"You do that."
With amazement at her own capacity for punishment, Dex heard her voice and manner remain aloof. Gena had no inkling that the playfulness, the hard and fast replies, were a facade. She neither saw nor heard the writhing in the pit of Dex's stomach. Dex knew that Gena could not even imagine the half-wild urgency that could drive a person past the barrier of normal sense.
Dex pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth. She felt a burning streak through the rims of her eyelids. With Ryan out of the room, her savageness toward Gena began to rise and grow in strength. She grabbed Gena by one arm and yanked her in close.
"You're hurting," Gena whispered, the smile still playing in her eyes but waveringly uncertain now.
"And I'll hurt you more," Dex breathed.
"Why?"
It was an honest question. Dex swallowed her frustration, aware that not in a thousand years could she answer so that Gena would understand. How could she force Gena to want her? How could she change Gena's disposition from that of a playful child to that of a serious adult? How could she make a baby understand that the firecracker toy was going to explode in her own face?
"Where are you all?" Ryan called from the bedroom.
Dex released her hold on Gena's arm. The girl, coming free, began to move quickly toward the bedroom. Watching her go, Dex realized that Gena was beginning to feel afraid of her. Well, that was better than being tickled as only Gena could tickle. Maybe it was the first step of the way to making Gena think.
Dex followed the two girls. A throbbing had begun to pound in her temples and felt as though it had been beating there for ages. She paused to steady herself but she could not even glance about the room for clues deeper into Gena's personality. All that she could do was follow the line of magnetism into the bedroom and give herself up to whatever the women had in mind to do to her.
They were both lying on the bed.
It was one of the largest beds that Dex had ever seen. The mattress spread from one wall to the window wall. A drawn green shade rippled in a breeze coming through the half open window. Its edging banged against the windowsill. Dex, still struggling to maintain her balance, noticed that the room was hardly bigger than an ample closet and that was why the bed seemed so large.
"Where are you?" Ryan said, half-opening her eyes.
"Here."
For an instant, Dex felt as though she were diving down into a deep and dangerous gorge. As she came down between the two bodies, a sensuous fragrance of perfume made a cloud through which she penetrated. She recognized the fragrance. An imported French brand that one bought by the half ounce. And yet its essence seemed to be rising from the bed as though Gena had soaked the mattress in the perfume.
Dex started to back away, wanting to sit up and open a window to clear her head.
A leg raised high, bending at the knee. It caught Dex around the waist and drew her back down.
Gena laughed low in her throat. "Going some place, darling?" She felt the smoothness of the taut flesh bristle her pubic hair. Dex's cunt reacted like a cat being petted.
The darling was an irony – a harsh slap in the face. Dex tried to control the separate animal reaction of her sex, the swelling of the labia which itched for rubbing and sucking. She turned her back on Gena, moving within the leg's boundary.
"You look good there," Ryan said.
It was like being behind a fence ten thousand feet high, with Ryan sitting on top of it, looking down but making no effort to help her out.
Dex allowed the pressure of the firm young leg to force her backward inch by inch. She felt the warmth of Gena's thighs rubbing over her hips. She heard Gena's groan of pleasure.
"Well, go ahead," Ryan said. "I'd like to watch. Maybe I can learn something from a big tough butch like you."
The words were calculated to turn Dex off as though she were a faucet. They were meant to torture her by surrounding her with all the elements of frustration.
Dex heard, but the words bounced off the surface of her flesh. She felt deaf and blind and encased within the armor of her own protecting passion. Nothing could harm her. Nothing could even reach her that would prove an obstacle to the fulfillment of her desire.
Dex rose and turned upon Gena.
"You're beautiful like that," Gena said. "I adore you."
The words were like cotton candy that melted in Dex's mouth. Still, she could not hold back, forcing a real emotion out of the frivolous kitten. The surging current of her need was too powerful.
Crouching on her knees, she reached and lifted Gena's taut round ass up from the mattress. The sweet smell of her pussy rushed into her nostrils, giving her a rush like a snort of cocaine. And something about that hot odor was just as illicit. Just as dangerous.
"Don't play with me," Dex growled. "Or I'll kill you."
There echoed enough truth in the words to make Gena go pale.
"I'm not playing," she stuttered. "You know I'm not."
Dex shook her. "Then come across," she rasped. "Act like a woman."
Gena's tongue flicked out and wet her lips. She squinted, struggling to understand what Dex meant for her to do.
Dex dug her fingernails into the warm flesh of her ass. She moved her hungry fingers up the rich curves of the lean back until she held Gena by the shoulders. The bones beneath felt frail or hollow. Bird bones. To go with the fluttering heart. To go with the wings that could carry Gena away into limbo where she would never give a second thought to a person's need or pain.
"Don't be so damned coy," Ryan said, her voice reeking with disgust for, Gena's kitten act. "Give the butch what she wants. Suck her cunt."
Dex felt her skin go cold. Ryan knew. Ryan understood. If only she could want Ryan… But she didn't. Even the crudity of her words did little to excite her either way. Her fingers continued to sink deeper, harder into Gena's flesh. Ryan knew what she wanted, and it was more complicated than just licking pussy.
"I'll make you happy," Gena said. "I'll do anything."
Dex let go. She sat Gena up and began to stroke her body. The breasts seemed to stiffen and point up, her waist to grow more willowy, her hips fuller, and her cunt more succulent. Though Gena's mind could not settle down to reality, her body was ready and able.
The feel of Gena's passion gave Dex respite from her fury. She moved her fingers deliberately, rotating them against Gena's swelling cunt lips, provoking spasms which soaked her fingers in the delicious juice.
And then Dex felt fingers creeping up her thighs, until they reached their goal. The touch was sure, direct, as a finger felt for the hood of flesh hiding her clitoris and coaxed it into erection. Ryan's touch.
There was something about the fondling that told Dex the nature of Ryan's attitude. Ryan was taking pity on her predicament. Ryan understood. In her own way, obviously, Ryan sympathized.
Humiliation seared through Dex's flesh. She didn't want Ryan to be the one to satisfy her now. Certainly, she didn't want Ryan's impulsive surge of pity.
Dex pulled away from the hand. She pushed Gena down and saw her head bounce on the pillow.
Ryan watched carefully, sensing that there was a tension here that she had not suspected. Dex was positioning the girl's face to lick her, to prod her tongue into the wet recesses of her cunt, to make her drink her juices. And Gena was withdrawing.
Suddenly Ryan realized Dex's predicament. There had never been any reciprocity between the two women. All the sexual action had come through. Dex. Her lover had been manipulated by the girl for her own pleasure. Now Dex was demanding more. The situation came close to rape.
Ryan smiled to herself. Finally, she felt that she had the upper hand on this relationship. Dex had no idea that with Ryan, Gena had taken the initiative. Had licked deep into her cunt, had sucked her juices, fucked her with her mouth so that Ryan had come violently. So that was it, thought Ryan. That was the source of Dex's interest in the girl. Gena had represented the unattainable, something hard to get which she then wanted.
"You're going to do it," Dex ordered. "You are."
Dex began to move upward toward the girl. She positioned her thighs over the girl's mouth and lowered her crotch down towards the fresh, young mouth.
If Gena didn't give in, that would be the end, Ryan thought. The game would be over, and she would have her woman back. A week later they would be laughing over the whole escapade. She looked on, half in tension, half assured of the outcome.
Gena's nostrils flared wide. She looked like a colt confronted by approaching flames.
"I never…" Gena choked, twisting her head, playing the game of virgin all the way. "I never have."
"Well, you will now," Ryan's voice came in, making a mockery of the situation with an undertone of sarcasm. But it was a tone only Gena picked up on. Dex continued her relentless approach.
Dex could not stop to analyze or care about other reactions. Her burning desire to bring the swelling lips of her cunt down on the cool young mouth, to feel that hot tongue finally touch her clitoris, lick deeply into her vulva, was overwhelming. Only the true sexual contact of Gena's mouth could matter.
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.