It was only beginning - sex story

It was only beginning

"Eat my pussy, you pipsqueak cunt," Noreen said. "You're supposed to be my friend, Jacquette -- but you're not."

"Never have been, you fucking dyke bitch," Jacquette snorted. "Not if a friend's someone who goes around lapping your asshole all day. Listen, Noreen. I'm trying to help you."

"You call insulting my body help?"

Noreen had removed her sweat-soaked leotard top and tights.

She snapped her panties off.

Ran her hand down her slick titflesh.

Scratched between the asscrack.

And jagged a fingernail at the itchy cut.

"You're supposed to be a pro, Noreen."

"They don't think so."

"A gymnast. An athlete. A competitor."

"Not anymore. I'm supposed to be gone."

Noreen tossed up her nose. Arched up her ass. Threw her tits out.

She dipped down, rose up curtly. Like a bird sipping water.

"See that, Jacquette? Last time I'll ever do a gymnast's fucking bow."

"Don't shit me, Noreen. You're tough. Don't try to put on a soft-puss act now."

"You said they'd think of me as a cow -- an old sow. That's fucking mean!"

"They are fucking mean, Noreen. I know how they think. And I'm telling you."

Noreen turned sideways to the full-length mirror. The naked bod she saw reminded her of someone else -- not herself.

Not the body of a sylphlike nymphette. No longer did Noreen's figure conform to that of a miniature wraith -- with the deceptive fragility of appearance that all the judges seemed to demand with respect to current fashions among them of form and -- the resultant subjectivity as applied to the scales used for scoring.

Noreen examined her newly emergent mounds of titflesh. Saw the rise of assmeat about her haunch. The Mound of Venus was now a mature and forested hillock -- furry and furrowed.

"That's good stuff, Noreen."

In the mirror, Noreen saw Jacquette stab a cigarette into her yip and light up. Noreen saw the way the cigarette dangled from the corner of Jacquette's mouth as she spoke.

The tight curve of Jacquette's lips as they clenched the burning faggot gave Jacquette's expression a kind of sneer -- yes, Noreen could take that impression, even though she knew it could merely be a function of Jacquette's oral mannerism of holding onto and sucking her cig.

It lent Jacquette a toughness that Noreen appreciated, in fact admired in others. But repressed in herself.

"You know Noreen, you were lucky that you didn't get all fitted and assed-out earlier. That's the real reason you were all pissed-over today. You and me -- we're the oldest gymnasts on the team..."

"Were, Jacquette." Noreen's eyes were blank. "You are. I was. Isn't that the problem?"

"With the attributes you have, Noreen, it should not be a problem. Only if you wanted to remain a gymnast. Then it's a big problem."

"What should I do?"

"If you want to remain in gymnastics, you might try to become a coach. But I don't ever recall your mentioning that possibility one single frigging time during any of our discussions -- even before we were roommates."

Noreen broke into a smile.

Took hold of one of her tits.

Tugged it.

Shook it in her fist.

She flicked one of her nipples.

The nipple tip crinkled into a hardened point. Stared straight ahead.

"You think a dancer?" Noreen said with a wrinkle to her nose.

"Yeah. Why not? You've already got a lot of background in movement, body control -- and you've had as much dance training as most of the would-be dancers in your age range."

Jacquette suckered long and hard on her cigarette. She furrowed her brow. Seemed to bore her eyes into Noreen's erect nip.

Then she dragged her eyes down Noreen's rib cage. Took in the tautness of her tush.

The ripeness of her cunny.

"But, Noreen, dance is a whole different circuit. You would have to start at the bottom. Work your way up."

"Well, most girls of my advanced age haven't even really started seriously on their careers. Maybe some models or actresses -- but certainly not lawyers or businesswomen."

"Everyone's got it tough. If you tried to get a gig as a receptionist or secretary, you'd have a fuck of a lot of competition."

"Probably so."

"I mean it, Noreen. There are dudesses and dollies out there right this motherfucking second who are willing to give blowjobs -- suck dick right there in the office!"

Noreen made a gagging look.

Jacquette blew smoke and ranted on. "Those bitches -- I know some. Jerk off and buttfuck for any old fat cocksucker they can in order to get those jobs." Snapped her fingers. "Fuck and suck right off the bat, baby."

Noreen grinned.


"I know you're right, Jacquette. But that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, Noreen," Jacquette came close to her. Draped her arm about Noreen's shoulder. "You don't have to think they have an advantage just because they are willing to act like whores."

"I know -- guys are like that."

Noreen felt a trill through the center of her body as Jacquette rubbed her tense neck.

"And also, Noreen. You shouldn't feel self-righteous just because you're cherry."

"You know I'm not a virgin only because I want to be. I don't believe in that shit either."

"Well, perhaps your standards are too high. I mean, the first guy you ball doesn't have to be Sir Galahad saving you from the dragon of your wasted unsated sexuality or a multimillionaire stockbroker who desires you and only you so much he would break and enter your chastity."

"Standards? High? It's only that the time, place, and guy have never been quite right."

"Excuses. You have to make them right."



"I just noticed..."

"Aha!" Jacquette chirped.

She speared into Noreen's furrowy vulva. Tweaked into the flesh.

"Ow! Jacquette!"

Pulled out a woolly tuft of pussyhair from Noreen's twat. Raised her arm to Noreen's face. Twirled the bushy flocculence in the light.

"Omigawd, Jacquette. It's, like, a completely different color."

"Maybe you got some dye on it."

"From my -- uh -- headhair? Not likely. It's also a different texture -- even from the rest of the -- uh -- ones on my..."

"Cunthairs are like that."


"Yeah. The other ones -- they're just peachfuzz, most likely."

Jacquette turned the crinkly pubes in her fingers. Saw light flash.

"So these are your first real womanly cunthairs, Noreen. Shiny -- they're like real blonde, a little red. Be proud of them."

She kissed Noreen on the cheek. "Thanks for ripping them out."

"You'll get more."

"Like you?" Jacquette began disrobing.

"Fuckingchrist, Noreen. You've seen me."

Jacquette shot down her sweatpants. Pinched off her leotard top. Rolled her tights and panties down her legs into a heap.

Standing up to her full posture, Jacquette arched her back.

Tight tiny tits studded her chest.

Rump strutted out behind.

"You're the one who's lucky, Jacquette. You still have thin hips. And your bazooms are like little champagne glasses. You might get to stick around for a while."

Jacquette snorted. "But I don't quite have that fairy quality anymore. It's like all my experience comes out. Like I can't even fake that I'm innocent anymore. Drag getting old."

A hank of long dank barbs pitched out from between Jacquette's legs. The dense fur thatched Jacquette's snatch in straight crinkles with relatively few curlies.

"You know my porcupine pussy," Jacquette smirked. "All these pusshairs. I've got way too many for easy grooming. You can take some of mine if you like."

"Maybe I will."

Noreen reached up under Jacquette's belly.


"Ha ha."


Jacquette slapped Noreen's hands away.

Felt the rip etch across the center of her mound. Spread of pain in the pussy.


Jacquette grabbed at one of Noreen's boobs. Kneed her between the pusslips.

Noreen delved again into Jacquette's belly. Jacquette buckled, gripping her clit.

Again the tear.

"Fucking bitch, Noreen."

Noreen swiped a fistful of cunthairs across Jacquette's face.

Stuck some of Jacquette's cunthairs into Jacquette's nostrils.


Jacquette kicked out again.

Noreen reeled backward.


Noreen found herself in a pile of bed linen. She pulled out a pillow and heaved it at Jacquette. Hit her in the tits.

"Suck clit," Jacquette sneered.

Then spat in a sputtering stream.

"Shit," Noreen choked. "I'm really going to have to take a shower now -- with your spit all over me, Jacquette. Dirty little pussy."

"You know that I know that you know that you like it. But don't get any ideas about that, my dear Noreen."

Jacquette ran her hands through her shaggy cunny. Looked briefly at the bare spots where Noreen had depilated her.

"I'm gonna get you, twattwister."

"Better do it fast, Jacquette. I'm out of here tonight. For good."

"Not going to stick around any?"

"No. The coaches thought I should leave training camp pretty soon -- they said maybe on Monday. But I don't want to be here over the weekend."

"Yeah. That might be a debacle. Everyone coming up to you and consoling you."


"And you'd know they're actually glad -- cause it means they didn't get the flicking axe on their fucking necks."

"Are you glad, Jacquette?"



"Noreen -- we've competed against each other and competed as a team in international meets. Maybe we have been rivals."

"That's what I mean."

"Who knows? Maybe a few years ago I might have felt different about it. But I'm a lot more mature now. Hey! -- My days around here can't be so many. As a gymnast, I'm an old hag already."

The two women kicked through the crumpled sheets piled on the dormitory floor.

"I'll miss you."

"Me too."

Kiss on each other's cheeks.

"Really miss you."

Pecks on necks.

"It'll be like motherfucking unbearable around here without you. All those other smelly whores. Gag me. Every stinking one of them."

"The only one I'll miss -- besides you, Jacquette -- is that Slash guy -- dude who was here this week as a coaching consultant?"

"Yeah. He's okay. See, Noreen. Should have gone down for him while you had the chance."

"Maybe so, after all."

They walked with their arms about each other's waists into the bathroom.

Stepped into the shower together.

"I mean it, Noreen. I hate this place. I wish -- almost -- that I was leaving this shithole with you."

"At least you have a place to be."

"You going home?"

"Where's that?"

Noreen turned the water on in the shower stall. They wriggled at the initial frigid dribbles. Then the two girls huddled together under the spray as the water heated up.

"Well -- I don't know where your home is if you don't, Noreen. Your parents live in different places now, huh?"

"They're only both in Los Angeles until the divorce is finalized. Then my mom's going to go to New York."

"That's where your brother lives?"


"Maybe you should pay him a visit."


"Called him yet?"

"No. No one."

Jacquette clutched Noreen's side. She took the large sponge and soaped down Noreen's back.

"Kinda sad," Jacquette said. "This is our last shower together, huh?"

"Who knows," Noreen smooched Jacquette's forehead. "We can always visit each other. We are friends -- aren't we?"

"As you say -- who knows? But we'll find out how much we mean to each other..."

"Oh, shut your fucking face. You know I love you as a sister almost -- or more, actually."

Noreen felt tears lurch from her eyes.

She plastered her face with shower water as Jacquette ran the soaped sponge down beneath her back. Between the cheeks of her ass.

Slid the slick sponge between her legs. Up in the front, nuzzling her twat.


Jacquette brought the sponge up Noreen's belly. Massaged the cuntfur.

Nabbed the navel.

Tusseled with copious cups of boob as she soaped Noreen's chest and ribs.


"Now you do me, Noreen."

Noreen was almost afraid to touch Jacquette now. It was as though, with Noreen's imminent departure, some of her guard was let down.

The mere sight of bare flesh was enough to set Noreen off into flaming fantasy.

Noreen was blinded for an instant by the thought of fuck. Then a hot wave of something else. Dizziness -- never felt it that strong before.

And in her mind's eye: huge cock thrusting at her face; the tension in her twat.

The impression of pecker between her legs.

Prick sizzling up her ass. And, yes, cunt slapping at her face.

Fucking guys.

Sucking gals.

And more...

Whips flickering in the firelight.

Rubber and leather -- wet and tight.

Fists fucking mouths and asses and cunts.

Spike heels and spurs.

Streams of glossy piss.

Crystalline enemas.


"Uh. Noreen?"


"You okay?"

"I guess so."


"Just thinking."

"Yeah. That'll kill you every time. Watch yourself, doll."

Noreen flushed, blushed.

Focused her eyes.

Soaped up the sponge and ran it between Jacquette's thighs.

Noreen imagined a cock and balls there. And then of course jerked her mind back to reality. But that didn't help her either.

She was dry in the mouth.

Running a fever.

Ran her hands up and down the crack in Jacquette's fanny. Then worked the sponge into the nooks and crannies of her cunny.

And then.

Who the hell was it -- were they?

What the hell was it?

The fuck was going on?

Steam all around them.

Clear as life.

Noreen imagined the three naked torsos gleaming out from the billowing steam. There was Noreen herself.

Nude, tits bouncing.

Nipples erect.

And Jacquette, of course.

Likewise unclad.

Tartlike tits glistening and running with soapy water. Playing something long and soapy between her legs.

Noreen saw that Jacquette's mouth was open.

Tongue licking like a snake.

Eyes burning with a cold desire. Lips wrestling in a quirking smirk combining innocent joy and cruel and distant mockery.

And behind Jacquette, in among the pillows of vapor. A male head emerged.

Curly haired on top. Razor straight on the sides. Looking almost horned. Someone born to ravish nymphs.

Greek God type.

But in the flesh.

Noreen saw the misty outlines of the young man's thighs. Rutting, pumping.

Noreen giggled.

Reached in between Jacquette's legs.

Took hold of the cock Jacquette was playing between her loins.

A long dong.

Stretching from where the dud was dry-rutting on Jacquette from the rear.

Head hopping out the front, just beneath Jacquette's cunt.

"Who's honker have I got now?" Noreen imagined herself saying.

Noreen recognized the voice of Slash Buckler, the last guy she had come in contact with that she thought might be worth a fuck. The one -- another one -- she hadn't fucked.

Another regret?

Not in her fantasy.


"You like, Slash?"


"Shit, Noreen. Don't be so greedy. I want some of that prick too."

Jacquette scissored her legs and got out from between Noreen and Slash.

It was almost as if, in this fantasy, Noreen was letting Jacquette be her guide.

Yes -- Jacquette would fuck and suck first. Show Noreen the ropes.

Jacquette was on her knees. Shower water spattered Jacquette's closed eyes.

Noreen watched Jacquette take down long lengths of dick into her throat.

The cock wriggled in her gullet. Withdrew to the head. Snapped out.

Jacquette went for the tip of the prick.

Snagged it with her tongue.

Gobbled it up to the gonads.

Twisted her head from side to side.


The guy's balls flopped on both sides of Jacquette's neck as he stabbed the stogie down her throat again and again.

He lurched as Jacquette ground her nose into his ballocks. Chomped on one testicle.

Ran her hands up his ass.

Noreen began to apply her fingers to her middle. She diddled her clit.

Then ran her fist along the gash. Knuckles cracking across the slit.

Swollen pussmeat itching in her fist.

She got the gist.

Noreen shook Jacquette by the hair. Got her moved off to one side.

Then Noreen was on the floor of the shower stall. Thick prick jerking away in her mitts, streams of piss cascading through the air, streaking through Noreen's hair.

"Ha ha," Jacquette chattered. "Noreen likes golden showers."

"Try it, you snotty little bitch."

"Maybe I will."

Jacquette joined Noreen beneath the spray of urine. The frothing liquid mixed with the scented soaps and steamy shower water.

Noreen rolled her body into the spurting penis. It grew harder and thicker and stronger.

Cock grew longer.

Reaching right into her yip.

Noreen shook her head.

Strangled the dick with her teeth and tongue. Gripping it right in back of the neck.

Noreen stroked the pecker as it pumped away in her neck.

She pulled the man down on top of her.

Wriggled about beneath him.

His head flew back as he wedged his prick between the flaps of her twat.

Jacquette stuck her cunt in his face.

Loaded her labia into his lips.

Jacquette would not ever be denied her right to the rut.

Noreen slipped her fingers between the cheeks of the guy's ass.

He held his cock between his palms as he sucked on Jacquette's pussy.

Worked his wanger at the entranceway to Noreen's twat. Pried the cuntlips apart.

Arched his back.

Jacked the cock between her crack.

Cuntlips went smack.

Hacked the hog back out.

"Well, we'll really have to give it a shot this time. Say, Noreen. You aren't a virgin?"

"Well, my man. That's my secret."


With one stroke, he had horned his bull in up to the yoke. The thick neck was grasped by groveling cuntflesh dying to hurt.

Another jab brought the dick in deeper. Climbing up her cunny.

Igniting the honey.

Noreen kept her eyes bolted open. Watching him suck off her girlfriend even as he fucked upon Noreen's fresh young flesh.

The guy must be incredible -- to have that kind of sex drive.

To take on two women in raunch at once.

Noreen saw the look on Jacquette's face that meant she was shooting off into orgasmic space. Chaos of the mind and oblivion of the soul. Essential madness.

Noreen smirked as Jacquette's legs shook.

As Jacquette fucked away at the dude's mouth with her flit. Threw her head back as if in a fit, flailed at her own tits.

"Getting off, little sissy?"

"Unh," Jacquette puled.

She twitched down to the floor of the shower. Suckled one of Noreen's breasts as Noreen accepted inch after inch of the relentless hogmeat. Cuntlips bawling in hunger.

Cock crowing in her henhouse.

Slick girlish lips a suck on her tit.

Her own hand fraying her clit.

Slash got off in her gash.

Made hash of her snatch.

Gobs of come chugged out from Noreen's twat. Chunks of goo mixed in with the running water of the shower.

And the dude -- still somewhat stiff of prick -- was rubbing his pecker once more to full hardness in her hiney.

"I never let them come," Jacquette sneered. "Then it's all over."

"Not this boy," Noreen said.

She licked her chops.

Felt the prick probe her bunghole.

Noreen arched her back.

Twisted her hips.

Got the head of the twanger centered within the rim of her anus.


Jacquette reached down. Wiped the head of the prick with a bar of soap.

Ran the soap about the rim of Noreen's furrowed asshole. Dunked a finger into the donut.


"That should help."


Prick brushed again at her pucker. The wrinkle crinkled open.

Snapped shut.

"Let's go," Noreen urged.

The donut of her asshole winked.

Her bum twitched.

Suckered, the head of the dick in.



"Yuh. But not too bad."




"No. In."

"Hurt enough?"



"Not ever."

"Hike yourself up. I think I can go right in now. You're all juiced up."

Brought her legs around his waist. Took the dick in straight.

The cock ran right into her ass.

Slid right up to her backbone.



Jacquette voice cut through the fragrant steam. Iced down the running cream in Noreen's snatch. Brought Noreen back.

"That was the greatest, Noreen," Jacquette said. "I'll mis showering with you. I mean, if I did this with any of the others -- they probably would try to dykefuck me or something."

Noreen smiled at the twinkle in Jacquette's eyes. She grabbed up a towel and began to dry herself off.

She was still hot.

Twat throbbed.

Snatch bubbled.

Bung burned.

Tits tingled.

Craw craved cock.

"You know, Noreen. Now that you're leaving, I'll tell you a kind of secret."

"You never have been..."

"Oh, shit! You knew it. Yeah. So what? I'm a virgin too. I would have told you just as soon as I lost it..."

"I recognized your act. You just found me out first -- and I didn't care to pry..."

"After all my dirty talk. You still weren't convinced I fucked and sucked?"

"You were never specific. Just yiped off in general terms. And I knew you never did anything with anyone on the circuit."

"Yeah. All fags. Or morons. Geeks. Either that or married. Worse."

"I'll miss you, little sissy."

"All I can say is: have fun in the free world."


Noreen screwed her lips about the burning butt of the cigarette. She glanced aimlessly at the slices of human head popping up in front of her, above the backrests to the seats of the airplane cabin.

She then directed her gaze to her own fits, confirming the apparent thickness of the nipples visible through the thin material of her jersey. Noreen ran her hands over her haunch.

Feeling the applelike curves and crispness of her hips and ass.

"This bod is good stuff," Noreen muttered amidst a puff of smoke. "Just not the right stuff if you happen to be a gymnast."

She thought for another moment. Told herself all over again that in a sublime sense her life had not been crushed -- she had, rather, been revived. Indeed, when one looked at it from this vantage, her natural athletic abilities had been in part a curse on the course her life.

Noreen had necessarily responded to that challenge within herself. For that dream, Noreen had made the required sacrifices in her social development -- thus depriving her, as some of the adults would say over and over again, of her childhood, her youth.

Noreen had devoted most of her life thus far to achieving her gymnastics goals.

Now that dream was gone.


"I was lucky," Noreen reflected to herself. "I guess I got off easy -- I got away."

Now it was time for Noreen to reclaim her youth. To share in the fullness of life that had been denied to her.

And she would approach her new self with grit and determination. With the same abandon that had marked her athletic career.

Noreen crushed out her cigarette.

Lit up another fag.

Slugged down the rest of her drink.

"Shit!" Noreen realized. "Now I'm free. I don't have to get up early. Or watch my diet. I can fucking eat for a change."

A warm sense of freedom rinsed over Noreen.

Her neck and spine relaxed. She allowed a tingling to develop between her thighs. Enjoyed the reflexive buzz in her clit.

Late-night flight into New York City. Sparsely occupied seats in the dead of morning.


The sense of being alone.

Noreen responded to the twinge between her hips.

Took hold of her cuntlips through her leggings. Winced as she twisted her clit.

Could she get away with a little frigging action right there in the seat?

Noreen reached to the empty seat beside her to fetch up the folded blanket.

She could wrap herself in it.

Curl up in her seat.

Cover her face.

Slip open her pants.

Lift her blouse.


Not great.

But it would pass the time.

Keep her mind from other things.

Then Noreen's eyes jerked into focus.

The head hanging lazily off to the side two rows in front of Noreen moved.

She saw the ear stud in the left lobe glint.


Or was it just her imagination. Her fantasy taking over.

Did she know him?

The dark curly mop of hair on top. Slicked-back sides and short sideburns.

The dude rose into the aisles.

Looked about like a squirrel. Saw the vacant restroom up toward the front of the cabin.

"Shitfire," Noreen shmoozed through her lips. "Yeah. That's him. That guy."

As Noreen watched his ass twitch up toward the front of the cabin, she straightened up her sloppy clothing. Pulled her top tight over her tits.

Hitched up her elasticized slacks.

Checked her face out in the mirror of her compact makeup case.

Powdered her puss.

Applied a slick of lipgloss.

Fresh smile on display, Noreen watched and waited. Anxious she was, for the man to emerge from the restroom.

The door flared outward.

There was his head.

The smile peeled from her lips as she saw him walk with his head down.

He approached his seat.

Weaseled in.

Sat down.

"Shitfuckcunt," Noreen sneered under her breath. "Didn't even look up. Didn't even see me."

Then his head bobbed up.

Noreen's clit jumped.

He got out of his seat again.

Noreen's slit began to run in anticipation. Her throat went dry.

She saw the way he shimmied between the seats.

Stepped into the aisle. Checked for something in his front pockets.

Noreen felt her eyes glow.

Nipples tighten.

He shucked out a roll of bills from the front of his trousers. Counted the dough.

Shoved his hand back into his pants.

Noreen saw the bounce of his ballocks.

The tautness of his haunch.

Tasted in her imagination the tartness of his raunch.

She watched him as he glanced up and down the aisles with creased brow. As if looking for something -- someone else.

He cocked his posture. Took two steps toward the back of the cabin.

His peepers drifted.

Scanned the other faces in the cabin -- as males often did -- looking most likely for a piece of woman-flesh to strike his fancy.

Eyes alighted on Noreen's stretched jersey. Boobs bulging with thick nips underneath.

"Say," he said.


"Yeah. I remembered your name."

He stretched his palm toward her. "I'm Slash."

"I remembered too."

Noreen took his hand.

Shook it.

He held onto her wrist for a split-second longer than strictly necessary.

For an instant, Noreen thought -- hoped -- he would flick his lips to her wrist.

Kiss her hand.

Then paw her glands.

"You traveling to New York too, Noreen?"



"Sort of. Yeah."

His features flattened.

"Oh, Noreen. I'm sorry."

"You knew?"

"I guessed it."

"Was I really that bad?"

"Fuck no. You were easily one of the best. But the coaching staff was being ridden hard by the Olympic committee to get rid of all chicks who even resembled women."

"Still doesn't help."

"Well, fuck, Noreen. I was canned too."

He jiggled his pocket.

Noreen saw the wad of bills through the material of his trousers. Silently chewed her lips as she sensed movement in his other wad.

"Say, listen, Noreen. I was in search of liquid refreshment. May I buy you another drink?"


He signaled for the female flight attendant. Noreen could tell the flight bitch was hot in the crotch for Slash as she took in his hardbod while serving up the drinks.

Noreen gloated inwardly.

Sucked on her vodka and lemon.

"So you were fired too?" she said as Slash eased into the empty seat next to her. "Weren't you there as a consultant?"

"Yeah. I wasn't officially on staff. But I contracted the gig on the basis of a long-term thing -- a few months at least."

"What gives?"

"Look at it this way. New committee head takes over this year. Wants his own man in at coach. The current head coach gets rid of all the flesh she can -- including you, babes. Hopes it's somehow gonna save some ass -- hers."


"But the axe is already swinging at the committee headquarters. Even as Coach Haller's tossing your hiney to the wind, word is on the way that her head's gonna go on a roll pronto."


"Coach's ass is canned immediately, without warning. As of this afternoon in fact."

"Serves the fuckface right."

"I get my walking papers -- in effect -- right then -- cause I'm one of the hands hired on by the now-former coach."

"Sorry about my mouthing off like that. Coach Haller is your friend?"

"No. You're right. Just another asshole -- just like the new prick. She'd have bounced me if she thought it'd help her position. Such is life. Such are careers."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Well, let's see. You know I was -- at a time not so very long ago nor so far away -- motivation and performance trainer for the women's swim team?"

"Oh. Was that you?..."

"Yeah. I was busted as scapegoat for alleged psycho-lesbo numbers that they were running down in the press."

"You were -- I read somewhere -- weren't you -- uh -- kind of a criminal?"

"I was subsequently hired for big bucks by the East Krauts."

"Now I remember."

"It was a straight-up business deal. But the media hopped on my ass again. Didn't appreciate that I was coaching the commies -- even though it was on a strictly capitalistic basis."

"And the Americans fired you to begin with."

"Made no difference to them. So they implied I was a traitor -- or at least some kind of rogue, rascal, spy."

"Shit. Yeah. There were reports in the press a couple years ago that Jacquette and I and the other gymnasts were supposed to be anorexic. The fucking bastards."

"The funny thing is, though -- I learned a lot about training from the commie krauts. And since then I've used it when consulting with US squads. But you can see why no one in coaching wants my name linked with theirs."

"Guess so."

Noreen felt the heat increase in her belly. Asshole ached, ate at her undies.

Hungry twatlips chewed, salivated. Smacked open and shut in her groin.

She went into her purse, rummaged around for another tobacco stick.

"Anyway," the dude continued. "I've got other pokers in the fire. So to speak." He looked at her cigaretted yip.

So she did like suck action. Slash thought she might like something else stuck in there.

"Cigarette?" he said.

"Sure. Here."



"Fire away."

Noreen blared up a tall flame on her lighter. Touched the cigarette tips.

His head was wreathed in smoke. Fumes plumed through his nostrils.

"What other -- uh -- activities you into, Slash?"

"Film work. Some theater."

"Does that tie in with..."

"I direct and choreograph action sequences. You know -- fights, chases."

"Sounds cool."

"And I also coordinate any special conditioning or training programs the performers might need. Developing big pectoral muscles and flat tummy for a muscleman role -- like if the guy's supposed to play a viking or ice-age warrior."


"Get women to work on their legs, upper body. Flexibility and movement."

"Anything lined up?"

"I was approached about what was described as a major project. I'll be checking it out -- the importance of these gigs is in the eye of the bankroller, and it often outstrips the financial remuneration with regard to yours truly."

"Well, I'm one girl who's gotta find something else to get into."

"With your physique -- uh -- it wouldn't detract from a performing career. You sing? Had acting lessons?"


"That's pretty solid to begin with. You might want to take some acting courses. Hustle up a few auditions. And then work up a video screen test to send around."

"You think so?"

"Only one way to find out what your potential is. Get out there and go for it!"

"Can we go for another round? Or have we reached our limit on drinks for this flight?"

"They don't give a shit on these overnight flights. Even though they're supposed to give out only two drinks per passenger."

"Make them doubles."

"Coming right up."

Slash hustled his hardbod down the aisle. Noreen felt the heat rise from her twat through her asshole, clit, and tits to her neck. The fervor gripped the back of her brain.

She was hungry.

For flesh.

Slash's flesh.

Couldn't stand being alone -- away from him for even an instant.

Where was he now?

What did you have to do for a couple of drinks around here, anyway?

Noreen craned her neck about and peered toward the back of the plane. She saw Slash talking animatedly to someone who was out of sight, in the galley next to the rear-cabin restrooms.


"I am sorry, sir," the flight bitch was saying. "We are limited to serving two drinks..."

"Okay, Desiree," Slash said, reading from the nameplate pinned to her left knocker. "I do understand. But we spilled our other drinks. It was a slight mishap when the plane jiggled."

Her eyes widened.

Then narrowed.

"Listen, stud. If you want to get that chickie you decided to try to hit on lushed up, and then bone her right there in the seat -- it's none of my business. Don't care either way."

"But I never..."

"There's something I gotta tell you up front -- no jive. I'd be risking my butt if I gave you one more drop of alcohol."

"What if I stole it? But actually left the money -- maybe on the counter."

"I don't see how you could get away with something like that."

The rutheat flew from her like a rain of fucklust in the humid jungle.

"I could use stealth," he grinned.

"Wait just a second, loverboy. I have to go take a tiny piss."

Desiree turned on her heels. Looked back at him over her shoulder. Slash watched the curvature of her ass flash.

Then she disappeared into the restroom.

He noticed that Desiree had left the restroom door ajar. He quickly flopped down a fistful of dollars. Grabbed up a handful of tiny booze bottles from the storage bin beneath the counter.

Stashed them inside the pockets of his jacket. "There's no paper in here," Slash heard Desiree proclaim in a loud whisper from within the airplane's restroom.

"Excuse me?"

He saw the door flag open. Her unshod stockinged leg kicked out and up.

Beckoning, without shame.

Slash peered about into the doorway of the bathroom.

He was hit in the face with a slap of pantyhose on the fly.

Caught a pair of moist panties on the chin.

He smiled.

Cocked his head about.

Slipped within.


"Where the fuck did he go?" Noreen snarled to herself as she sucked on her cig. "Fucking Slash. Probably picked up some other chippie somewhere else on the plane."

The heat in her quim turned to pain.

"Fucking jilted," she snorted.

"Fucking crazy, I am."

Alone, Noreen's mind continued to turn itself in and out. Milling on the reasons for the demise of her career in gymnastics.

Was it her fault that her body was developing into that of a full-blown woman?

Biology was biology.

Who was Noreen to interfere?

But she knew that other gymnasts had taken steps to alter their biological destinies.

Was Noreen not serious enough?

Should Noreen have taken hormone-blockers to preserve her hitherto girlish figure?

And her competitive edge?

Ah, but some of those other girls -- those who had sizzled their insides with steroids and injections of other magical pharmaceutical elixirs -- had wound up with no tits at all. Their adolescence denied, hormonal balance disturbed.

They too had ultimately dissolved their hopes, their dreams of greatness in the annals of gymnastics competition.

And were left sexually devastated.

Little-girl bodies.

Little-girl minds.

Forever warped.

Many of them had then gone into coaching -- and had thus become debauchers of their own sex.

Hard-as-nails dykes.

Drenching their lives with the juices of their remorseless, ravening depravity.

Devoted to the corruption of others desires. For their mutated bodies.

Yes, those young women had made what they had believed were the requisite sacrifices for the furtherance of their athletic careers.

And now they continued their devotions to bodies of their own kind.

Well, Noreen was different.

And where the fuck was Slash?


"I wanted you to suck my pussy," Desiree said to Slash. "Then I was gonna blow yuh. Or maybe I woulda done that first."

Slash closed the door to the restroom behind him. He snapped open his pants.

"But now," Desiree said with her tongue hanging out over her jawline, "I think nothing less than a full-fledged fuck would do."

"You're right," he said.

His fingers twanged down his fly.

Briefs snapped down.

Cock flipped out and up.

"Yum," Desiree said.

Slicked her lips with a roll of her trim and tapered tongue.

Slash observed how she sat on the commode. Skirt hiked up past her hips.

Blouse opened down to her waist. Tits stuck up from the cups of the brassiere.

Nipples a throb.

Slash took his twanger between thumb and forefinger. Ran his digits down the length of the shank of cockmeat.

Jostled his balls.

Desiree reached out and capped the pecker with her fist.

She pulled his pelvis toward her. Hauling him by the honker.


"Maybe I will suck it first"

She covered the head of his penis with her lips. Jacked the stalk.

Collected the cock into her maw. Began to churn upon it with her jaw.

She slammed her choppers up and down on the choad. Nibbling at its neck.

Snapping her way down the curved thickness. Covering her face with his fuzz.

Her fingers jammed into his scrotum. The balls hopped and then hung low.

As Slash snapped his hips forward, shoving his hardon into her gullet, his sac of rocks bounced against her chin. His thighs came up close, smarming into her thick nips.

The cockrut in her face drove her to torment. She clawed at her own clit.

Crushed her slit between sliding digits. Twisted her own tits.


Slash unsnared his pecker from her yip.

Drifted his dingdong down between Desiree's dank dugs. Ran his cock between her tits, brushing the nipples with the choadhead.

"Oh. Yes."

Slash dropped to his knees. Stretched his neck and curled out his tongue.

His wet tongue tricked sideways and out. Snarled inward among the furrowed cunny.


He yanked a few tiny cunthairs with his teeth. Breathed deeply into her warmth.

"Clit," Desiree murmured.

She shook it with her thumb.


Scratched it with her fingernails.

"The clit."

Hit it with her fist.

Slash nosed into the head of her hive. Nuzzled her nubbin of clit.

Turned it in his lips.

Nibbled on the pip.

"Uh uh uh."

He torqued the clitoris with the curl of his tongue. Spread his oral member wide and lapped from side to side.

"Oh hu-uh huuuuu-uh!"

Slash raised his head at an angle. Chinned across the slick area of knotted clit.

Cheeked over the area.


Frazzled the clit with the stubble of his beard.


"See what's coming."

In an instant Slash had wrung her tits, warped her into an arch.

Pressed Desiree over backward. Hauled her hips up by the nates of her haunch.

Hung his honker down between her legs.

"Let's go."

"What was that?"

"Don't worry. Ha ha ha. Just another passenger wants to use the can."

"Fuck 'em."

"Fuck me."

Slash stabbed his wanger in an arc. The tapered head hooked into her twat.


Greased its way in -- all the way -- on the first solid thrust.

"I want a shot."

"So soon?"

"Better make it quick. I have to make another round of the passengers."

"Shit, Desiree. Just as it was getting good."

"Are you good at getting off?"

"If you are."


Slash hustled his hips faster.

"Unh unh unh."

He increased the friction against his knob by diddling from side to side rather than straightforwardly. Stretching out the lining of her cunt as he fuckrutted.

"I'm going..."

He jabbed in deeper.


Drove in for the kill.


Desiree shook in harrowing orgasm. Perspiration flew from her juddering head.

Desiree pressured her boobs into his ribs. Felt his male nipples dirk quickly, again and again, into her own thickened knobbies.

Her mouth roamed freely over his chin, neck and shoulders. Her fingernails grilled the shoulder blades, tapped down his spine.

She rowed her phalanges over the cheeks of his ass. Slid them between.

Slash stirred in his ballocks as she trimmed his asshole rim with her fingers.

She then seized his stinger with her fingers. Brought the dick, dripping, out from her cunt. Sucked her own cuntjuice right from the pulsating head of the pecker itself.

"Fuck," someone whispered.

"Someone in there?"

Voices from outside.

Slash listened. As long as it wasn't Noreen knocking at the bathroom door, he could care fucking less.

"Fuck me more."

He twisted his wanger into her crinkled snatch. Weaseled it inward.

"More. Do me more."

Slash jammed his fingers up her ass.

"Oh, gawd. Yes."

She came in ever-increasing waves.

And then his poker was stoked. He stroked slowly, gently.

Inched his cock out until the head was barely kissing the entranceway to the cunt. Pulled it out ever so slightly more.

Then drove for the score.

He sunk his cock rudely into the vermilion flesh. Hog hanked as it rooted.

Bursts of jissom burned inside her. Cauterizing her with sperm.


The thunks of come increased to a crescendo, then began to diminish.

The last several threads of jizz fizzed in her trembling twat.

"Are you finished?"

"Just with that round."

"You might wanna save some for your little honey out there."

"Really. You think she's game?"

"I saw the look of cock in her eyes. Believe me. I oughta know."

"Thanks, Desiree."

"Fuck off."

"I mean for the drinks."

"They're on the house."

"That's okay. I left the money out there on the galley counter."

"Motherfucker. Should have given it to me. It'll be gone by now."

"Do you..."

"I'm not a whore. I fuck for free or I don't fuck at all."

Slash fingered his fly. Got himself all tucked in and ready to roll.

"Still need that toilet paper?" Slash said.

"Not after you licked me all out."

"I'll check to see if anyone's outside."

"Okay. Time for you to split, I think. I'll wait in here and sneak out in a couple minutes."

"Right. I better get back to my seat."

"How considerate you are. Can't leave your girlfriend alone too long."

"I promised her I'd get drinks."

"So sweet."

"So are you."

She kissed his cheek.

"Say hello to your girlfriend for me, bigboy," Desiree said with a wink.

Slash split open the door. Peeked through the open seam.

Big eye looking right at his.

He was eye to eye. Face to face with another person who had apparently been waiting to use the facilities.

"Oh. Hi, Noreen."

"My turn now?"


Cock in hand and balls bouncing against his wrist, Coach Hank Jacoby twisted out the last shards of piss into the toilet adjoining his new office. He realized he had the makings of a hardon coming on in his snapper.

Cock coming up hard.

Hefty in his hand.

He wafted the dong like a wand.

Remembering the many times he had put it to good use in deep wet flesh.

And, yes. Jacoby could use some tight little gymnast snatch right now.

This was the ass-end of a numbing first day on his new coaching assignment. First time in command and in the big office -- the hotseat.

And now, just around midnight, he was still at work -- even if only going through the motions.

This new job would be a tight fit. He would have to tow the line and produce -- or else he would wind up like his predecessor, Coach Haller -- end up like all the others did.

And he could still smell his predecessor's presence around him.

Cunt was so thick in the air he could get a mouthful just by breathing.

Coach Margaret Haller may have been a dyke. But no one could say she didn't know good snatch. One of Coach Haller's plusses, as far as Jacoby was concerned, was that she had stocked the gymnastic squad with kinky hot pussy.

Too bad one of Jacoby's first jobs was to get rid of some of it.

Jacoby licked his dry lips.

Some fuck-and-watch action would certainly be a good way to smooth the edges of tension he felt. His hands moved below his belt.

Made sure the piss had stopped dripping from the tip of his wanger.

Quickly stuffed the prick back into his pants. Washed his fingers lightly.

Wiped his palms off on his warmup pants.

Walked into the next room and took a seat his large hardwood desk.

Farted once.


Buzz of the intercom.

"Jacoby here."

"Meester Jacoby."

"Yes, Chiquita."

"Your appointment has arrived."

"Uh. Which?"

"She was originally scheduled for seven o'clock. Called and said she'd be a little late. Personal matters. Remember?"

"Ah, yes. Ask her to come in."

Jacoby steeled himself for the occasion. Doublechecked to see that the required paraphernalia was in the desk drawer.

Yes, Chiquita had done her preparatory work well. Everything was in order.

By the time the door began to swing open, Jacoby had what he thought would be a convincing-enough smile on his face.

Chiquita gave Jacoby a sidelong glance with her almond-shaped peepers as she ushered the petite gymnast into the coach's office.

"Won't you please have a seat, Jacquette?"

"I probably won't be staying that long. That right, Coach?"

Jacoby bit into his lower lip. Strained his neck defensively. Well, she knew -- or suspected.

There was bad business at hand.

That was part of a coach's job.

Came with the territory.

"You know, Jacquette. It's never very easy. As a matter of fact, it's one of the hardest things a coach or anyone else has to do..."

"No it isn't," Jacquette snapped. "I tell people to fuck off every day!"

He smiled.


"Especially you, Jacquette." He spoke -- tried to speak -- as if he had not heard one syllable she had spoken. "You have long been a competitive mainstay of the squad. A true team performer."

"Highly valued, I'm sure."

From her angle of stance Jacquette could tell that Jacoby was hard in his pants. She didn't have to guess what would come next.

And she had planned for it.

Yes, Jacquette had determined that she would trade her virginity for a place on the gymnastics squad. If had to come to that.

"Highly valued, Jacquette. Why, yes."

"Get it over with."

"Well, you already seem to know..."

"Cut the shit."

"You're strong, Jacquette. Here goes. Part of my mission here is to rebuild the team..."

"You fucking that spic bitch?"

"Scuse me?"

"That cunt puta you got out front. What's her fucking name -- Chiquita?"


"Just trying to see if you're a fag. You know, everyone knew Coach Haller was a regular old Sister of Sappho -- sucked chicks? Thought you might be into the same kind of trip."

"Ahem. What my predecessor's sexual preferences might have been is not my concern here."

"Come on. You knew she was lesbian. That's part of the reason she's outta here."

"There were admittedly some personal as well as political considerations in the changeover among the coaching staff. But as far as I am aware, that aspect of Margaret Haller's personal life was never entered into the discussion. Now, Jacquette, this is all beside the point."

"I don't think so."

"Why? Is that why you're -- Jesus! You're five fucking hours late for your appointment? Out guzzling with your girlfriends. Little play-action routine? Did you fuck her?"


"Come off it. Haller."


"That's the reason you came in here with your little twat worked up. You're one of the ones -- fucked for Haller. Wanted to see if you could use the same angle on me. You cheap..."

"You're really crude."

"Well, you're really gone."

"So soon, hon?"

"I did have a nice little speech all planned out for you, Jacquette. But you can forget it now." Jacoby's face hardened. "You don't seem to want any reasonable explanation."

"So long as you've got a hardon."

"All right. Zip it."

"Aren't you going to pull that pecker out? Ask me to suck it? Isn't that the way you usually operate, Coach Jacoby?"

Jacoby leaned across his desk. Pressed on the intercom and spoke.

"Chiquita. Please come into my office."

"Shit. I'm leaving."

"Just a minute, Jacquette."

Jacoby flailed his arm across the desk. Grabbed Jacquette by the shoulder.

"Yeah? Want something, Coach?"

He came around the desk and stood with his body enveloping hers.

His hand dropped down the front of her sweatshirt. Cupped one of her tight titties completely within his grip.

"Why so friendly all of a sudden?" Jacquette said.

"You're the one brought it up."

"You wanna get your fucking mitts the fuck off of my tits?"

"No, Jacquette. It would be very devastating if I had to remove myself from physical contact with you at this point."

"Eat me, asshole," Jacquette sneered. She began to move away. The door to the office snapped open. Jacquette sashayed in, chewing gum and clicking her stiletto heels to the floor.

"You rang, Coach?"

Chiquita's eyes slanted into Jacoby's crotch. Her glance took in Jacquette's tits with the coach's hands pawing her down.

"Yes, Chiquita. It seems we have a little disciplinary problem here."

Jacquette flared her nostrils.

Chiquita snapped her gum.

Stamped her gams.

Flexed her calves.

"You gonna get the whips out now -- or what...?" Jacquette said.

"Ha ha ha," Jacoby snickered.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "I no unnerstan the way she talk Ingles."

Chiquita turned her nose directly toward Jacquette. She opened her mouth into a puckering circle. Stabbed her tongue out.

Blew a large, sweet-smelling bubble of gum. Popped it in her teeth.

Sucked it back in.

"Get yourself ready, Chiquita," Jacoby said with a lilt to his voice. "I think we're both going to enjoy this one."

Chiquita clicked her heels around to behind the desk. Pulled the gum from her mouth.

Stretched the bubblegum out.

Balled it.

Plastered the wad onto the top surface of Jacoby's desk.

Chiquita then bent into a slight squat. Reached into one of the desk drawers.

Bent over as Chiquita was, Jacquette could only see the arch of her ass as she did something behind Jacoby's desk.

"The fuck is this?" Jacquette coughed out. "I thought I was no longer under your fucking -- uh -- jurisdiction."

"Well, Jacquette. You have not been officially dismissed as yet."

"Oh. So there may still be a place for me here. Isn't that the way it goes?"

"You seem to know everything, Jacquette. You tell me."

He jerked his head to the side.

Chiquita took one step toward Jacquette.

"Shit," Jacquette whispered.

Her clit petrified. She felt a wash of cold sweat beneath her belly.

What was she doing?

What had she done?

Had she really gotten herself into this? Had she intended it from the beginning?

"Meester Jacoby?" Chiquita said in a high squeal. "What you want me do with theese pretty little one, Meester Jacoby?"

Jacoby ran his thumbs across Jacquette's nipples. She shuddered.

His hands frigged down her ribs to her waist. Slanted downward.

Toward the center.

Jacquette's knees buckled.

Jacoby's paws held her up close to him by the nates of her hiney.

"What's it gonna be, Coach?"

Jacoby felt Jacquette's hips move into him. As if she sought protection.

"Whatever I want," he said.

"What's that?"

He twisted Jacquette around in his embrace. Pressed her rump into his stiffened crotch.

Held her tight boobs out in front. Played his hand down toward her cunt.


Jacoby corked his head about.

"Chiquita, fuck this little bitch to hell and back. I want to watch."


Jacquette tore from Jacoby's grip. He whipped his body around.

Caught her again from the side.

Jacoby ran his hands from Jacquette's neck down between her legs. Grabbing up handfuls of tit and ass on the way.

"Strip her, Chiquita."


Chiquita chattered away in Spanish as she crawled her fingers across Jacquette's tushie. She hooked her hands down the back of Jacquette's ass. Peeled the tights from her legs.


Then Chiquita churned the sweatshirt up over Jacquette's arms.

Palmed her way into Jacquette's stretch athletic bra and whipped it off in a trice.

"Like it like that," Jacoby cackled. He stepped back and began to haul his clothes off.

"Start in sucking, Chiquita," Jacoby said. "That's what you like, Jacquette?"

"I was only kidding," Jacquette said.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "She say she wanna kiss from Chiquita?"

Jacquette opened her mouth to spit.

Chiquita's long tongue shot out. Filled Jacquette's mouth.

Dangled down her throat. Tongue lingered long, mouths sucking.

"Good, little one," Chiquita said, tossing her hair back.

She bared her teeth.

"Now we kiss for real."

The attack was swift.

To the mark.


Chiquita chewed into Jacquette's chest. Suckered the tight nipples.

Gnawed the tart titflesh. Slurped the salty tang of Jacquette's cold sweat.


"I suck you more. Then I fuck you. But first I get another kissy in. You cute."

"Oh, gawd. I'm dizzy."

"Just hold still then."

Chiquita pressed herself into Jacquette. Jacquette's eyes and tongue rolled.

Their mouths met.

Jacquette blended into Chiquita's form. They breathed together in heat.


Chiquita next drooled all over Chiquita's face as she licked down her nose.

Then broke the embrace. Stepped back, shot forth her hips enticingly.

Jacquette fell back into Jacoby's arms as she watched Chiquita move.

"In the groove now, Jacquette," Jacoby said. "Ah. I like to feel your cool nude ass right up against the head of my pecker."


"Speechless, Jacquette?"

"Uh uh uh."

"Like it when the tip of the prick goes right across the opening of your ass there? Then how about -- little lower, bend over -- I can get it right at the twatlips here."

Chiquita undid the knots of her draped blouse. The material fell away.

A pair of blimps big as baby pigs oinked the snouts of their nipples out over the lace trim of the half-cup pushup brassiere Chiquita wore. Nips dark and hard.

"Like that, Jacquette? I do," Jacoby chuckled. "And you gotta like the way my dingdong peeps in at you from behind."

"Sure, Coach."

Chiquita tittered and came up close to Jacquette. She reached behind her back and took hold of the catch of her bra.

Her tits throbbed out. Up into Jacquette's face. Poked her eyeballs.

Blinded by nipples, Jacquette scratched out with her teeth.

Her mouth menaced the boobmeat. Her hands creamed the flesh.

Chiquita hitched up her hiney at the tickle of the other woman's mouth between her tits. Began to hump midair as she whined.

Jacquette shimmied her hiney as she felt Jacoby's dong squirm up and down between the cheeks. The prick dropped lower.

Speared her between the legs.


The cockmeat cruised the space between the entrance to her cunt and the pucker of her rump. Slipping and sliding.

"I can't stand it."

"Then don't stand at all. On your knees, Jacquette. Chiquita, on Jacquette."

Jacquette shuddered to her knees. Her pose had a note of supplication.

Mouth moved as in prayer.

"Lay her!" Jacoby barked out. "Chiquita, she wants it. Give it."

Chiquita shook her ass out of her miniskirt.


Jacquette's eyes drilled into the space between the tops of Chiquita's stockings and the thin of her garter belt. There it was, plain to see, between Chiquita's naked loins.

Chiquita's banana.

Big prick sticking straight up to the ceiling. Bag of balls below.

"Ho ho ho," Jacoby crowed. "Mighty lifelike, don't you think?"

"I wouldn't know," Jacquette murmured.

Her gaze was mesmerized by the approach of Chiquita's swaying hips. As Chiquita came closer, Jacquette could clearly make out the stitching running along the seams of the skin of the fake penis Chiquita wore.

She could follow the bounce of the billowing ballsac below. See the strap holding the dildo mechanism to Chiquita's midsection.

"You want suck?" Chiquita smiled.

Jacquette's mouth opened.

Out of the side of her vision, Jacquette saw Jacoby jacking himself off. He had his hog in his hand and chewed his lips.

Chiquita's hips moved in a circular motion. The false cock twirled like a baton.

The feathery false-fur flocculence around the ballocks spun like tumbleweed.

Jacquette closed her eyes. Whispered and drizzled hot spit down her front.

She smelled the leather of the stuffed phoney cock get into her face. Sniffed the waters of snatch suppurating from Chiquita's cunny.

Her mouth slimed with the smoky yearning for sizzling meat. Desire for flesh.

Jacquette wanted cock. And the craziness was that it almost didn't matter whose cock.

She had waited long enough.

And wanted it -- anything, anyone's, any kind of prick -- now.

"I want you, honey," Chiquita said. "I want you to want Chiquita."

Jacquette's lips moved in supplication.

Anticipating the cock connection.

"Fuck my mouth."

"Okay, honey. Anything you say."

Chiquita brought the dildo into play. Crammed the false cock into Jacquette's craw.

"Mmm. Good."

Jacquette began to gnaw.

"All right," Jacoby chortled. "Let's get some action now."

Jacquette ran her dentition over the head of hardened leather. Wound her lips about the stalk and sucked downward.

Hobbling her tongue along the length of leather. Snorting into the feathery pusshairs. Flagging the fake ballocks with her fingers.

"Eeeeeh," Chiquita whinnied. "Oooooh. Best when you touch real flesh."

Jacquette folded herself down to the floor.

Was this really happening? Jacquette couldn't believe her mind. She wasn't really attracted to either of them -- not in that way. But her sexheat had built to a blast.

It was the situation, not the people who were her partners, that turned Jacquette on.

If she thought about it, really thought about it -- Jacquette would puke. But if she went with it, Jacquette found herself more sexually enflamed than she had ever been before in her life.

She couldn't wait to get it in. She couldn't wait to do it.

And then tell Noreen.

Jacquette flickered her mind toward her former roommate. By now Noreen might have caught a standby flight to New York. As soon as this sexual number was over, Jacquette would call the number Noreen had given her. Tell her the secrets of fuck and suck. And tell Noreen that she too, Jacquette, had been bounced from the team.

And maybe join her in the big city.

But Jacquette wasn't even so sure about that. Indeed, her tail was still in the balance.

"On her, Chiquita," Jacoby urged. "Gerdown and fuck on her body."

He stood over Jacquette and shook his cock and balls above her mouth.

Chiquita kicked Jacquette's legs apart with the sharp toes of her highheels.

Jacquette felt the air whoosh up between her two gams. Then her fanny was lifted from the floor.

In a reflex action, Jacquette wrapped her legs about Chiquita's waist.

She felt the tip of the stuffed-leather prong inch into the space between her twatlips. There was a smacking sound.

The dong was wound in Jacquette's long pussy hair. Head buried past the knob.


Jacoby stroked his twanger in an easy action. Angling the head down toward the slits of Jacquette's clenched eyesockets.

Focused his gaze on the dingdong dipping into Jacquette. Now hefting in deeper.

"You coming in too now, boss?" Chiquita said to him, looking up.

"Not yet. I'm enjoying myself watching you two for now."

He crinkled a grin about the ends of his lips as he saw the cock slip in.

The strain glazed Jacquette's face. Her eyes were glued shut.

Then the lids fluttered open.

"Omigawd," she rustled through her teeth. "I'm losing my virginity to an Amazon wearing a dildo. This can't be happening. This isn't me."

The prong horned in deeper.

Struck her harder.

The wave of orgasm pitched Jacquette over the side. She felt as though she were floating in freefall through the sky.

Jacquette held herself back.

Tightened her lips. Pressed with her muscles to close up her crack.

To stop the rampaging rig. But the contractions of her cunt only increased the intensity of her coming as Chiquita turned up her throttle.

Chiquita moved her hips almost as if she knew how to fuck with a real dick.

Mucus slimed out from Jacquette's insides. Lubricating the frictioning dildo.

With a grunt, Jacquette took it all the way up. She imagined tiny trailers of virginal blood streaming from her popped maidenhead.

But in actuality she knew that she herself had seen to that. Stabbing into her twat with firm fingers, bottlenecks.

Breaking her own cherry in masturbation. Not waiting for the occasion in the flesh.

But was even this real? Did the dildo count? Or was it only real cockmeat?

Chiquita rutted in Jacquette's slit.

And flicked her fingers across Jacquette's cunt as she stroked with leather dick. Chiquita pinched Jacquette by the tits.

Seized her suddenly.

Lifted her off the dildo tip.

"Now get her in the ass," Jacoby snorted. "That should be extra-special."

Jacquette relaxed onto the head of the hard leather rig. Chiquita gave her ass a frig. Drilled into the antsy pucker.


"Just break her ass in a little," Jacoby said. "I can see going easy on her -- for now."

The head nudged into the humming hung. Asshole bit deeper, pulling it in.

But her butt wouldn't budge. The cock was fit tightly, held immobile.

"Okay. You can take it out, Chiquita. I'll see to that a bit later myself."

Jacquette pumped her hips in pain. Demanding more cock in her ass. Wanting to reach out with her anus and take it in again and again.

But then the heat was gone.

The cock danced out.

Chiquita lanced once more into Jacquette's cunt. Then undid the latch holding the artificial cock-and-balls rig.

She then took hold of Jacquette's hair. Wiped off her cuntscum-caked paws in Jacquette's sweat drenched tresses.

"You suck now?"

"Yes. I want to. I want to suck pussy. I want to suck cock."

"Pussy first."

Chiquita pressed down on Jacquette's shoulders.

Brought her own hips up to meet Jacquette's lips. Loaded her labia in.

Drooling her cuntjuice over Jacquette's chin. Rocking her hips.

Jacquette's moving mouth took in the folds of Chiquita's snatch. The tongue lashed deep within the prize put a pussy.

Jacoby jerked his wanger. Stabbed into his own balls with two stiff fingers.

Advanced into the fray.


Slickened snatch soaked through Noreen's cabbage patch. The wet goo matted the hairs of her thatch.

She'd been all horns before, but catching Slash right in the act turned her on more.

"I -- uh -- I think this bathroom's still occupied at the moment," Slash stammered. "There's a little overcrowding of the onboard facilities, Noreen."

He hoped he wouldn't have to provide more explanation. Anything else would prove too ludicrous to choke out with a straight face.

Slash closed the door to the airplane's restroom behind him. How long had Noreen been out here?



Had she been watching -- trying to watch -- through the seams of the door?

And did it all matter anyway?

"You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get these drinks," Slash said to her.

"Sure I would. Why not go back in? I'll come in with you. I'd like to watch."

"Watch me take a piss?" he grinned insouciantly.

"Sure. If it's down the throat of that hot bitch you've got in there."

"You don't understand."

"Oh don't I?"

"We had to go in there -- the flight attendant and I -- into the bathroom."

"I can understand that."

"So I could slip her -- uh -- uh -- slip her the dough. For the drinks. Cause strictly speaking we were over the limit -- didn't want anyone to see..."

"Good story, Slash. You know -- you must -- you're so charming I think I'll let you get away with that one. But remember you owe me."

Slash shut up. Let her think what she wanted -- if she wanted to think that way. Which would be the worst. Which, in this case, was correct.

"Listen, Slash. If you'd have let me watch you take a piss, I would have held it for you."

Seemed that Noreen was a savvy little piece of tail. Might come in handy to have her around after they touched down.

Slash took a gander back toward the bathroom. The door was angled open and Desiree was nowhere in sight.

"Fucking movie's starting," Noreen sneered as the lights in the cabin went down.

"Good. I like to ignore things like that. Think I can manage?"

Noreen turned.

Blew into his face.

"It'll be dark, at least," Noreen sighed. "Maybe we can catch a few Zs."

As he and Noreen slid into their seats, Slash jerked out several small bottles of vodka, gin, and tequila. He snapped off the bottlecaps.

Slopped the alcohol into their two plastic glasses, on top of soft, melting ice cubes.

Noreen wrapped herself in the small riding blanket. Huddled next to the window.


"What is it?"

"Vodka, I think."

"Who gives a shit."

Noreen drained the glass. Held it out toward Slash. He dumped the contents of another small bottle in.

"Gin this time."

Noreen nodded, sipped. She slid a cigarette from her case and lit it up.

Slash saw Noreen slide her feet out from under the blanket. Wiggled the tips of her toes.

"Take them off," Noreen said.

Slash reached over and took hold of the toes to her thin-soled slippers.

He folded them off her feet. Dropped them to the floor beside the seat.

"Now how about a kiss," Noreen said.

She showed her teeth.

He leaned into her.

Mouths met.

He wrapped his arm around her neck. Licked downward. Her back pressed forward. Driving her tits into his chest.

He felt the breastmeat seethe as she suspirated. Her teeth grated.

"I want you to touch me."

He covered her mouth with his face. Ran his hands along the outside of her body.

"Touch me now. There."

She clutched her bosom.

Released the boobs.

Allowed them to bounce.

"Go ahead, Slash. I want you to touch my breasts. Feel me up."

He worked his palms between their joined bodies. Nudged them over her nipples.


Throbbed them with his thumb.

"Oooooh, gawd. I want to really feel it. Harder. Get them harder."

Slash wrenched his hand into a fist. He took hold of mounds of titmeat.



Yanked tit.

Noreen slid her face away from his. Edged away out of his embrace.

Slash saw her hands work about her torso beneath the blanket.

The leer waxed across her lips.

"You gonna take your top off?" he said.


Noreen flipped her crumpled jersey to the seat in front of his face.

"Come on, Slash."

They rejoined their embrace.

Through the blanket, Slash felt the tits on her chest move lively. The nipples bounced and bobbled from finger to finger.

He palmed one bud.

Allowed one paw to linger.

The nippletip screwed itself tighter.

Pulled itself inward.

Pointed out.

Picked at his palm.


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