Unknown - Noreen first time

Slash's mouth moved lower. Long tongue trailed from the tips of her tits down and along each one of her ribs.

"Ah."

With a whip, he was again up her chest.

He sank his teeth into the tissue between her armpits and shoulder.

Ran his tongue underneath her arms. Sucked down the rank juices from her underarms. Tasted the tang of her briny rutsweat.

Again his mouth mauled her knockers.

Then the tip of his straightened tongue drew a line between the dugs down directly into the belybutton. Wormed about.

Slipped in and out.

"Nnnnngh."

Slash felt down her backbone. Clipped his fingers into the waistband of her tight leggings. Felt a slice of asscheek.

"Eeeeek."

His paws grabbed up loads of fannyflesh through the tight material.

Then he slid his flat palm down between her dimpled assmeat.

Brought the slim fingers into contact with her treasure trove.

His thumb nobbed the anular ring of her buttocks. Her asshole nibbled back.

The warm wetness of her snatch soaked his fingers through her tights as Slash moved his digits toward the front.

Through her pants, Slash seized tufts of twatfur. Located the clitoris.

Whipped it with his fist.

She buckled as he struck her. Knuckles frictioning clit.

"Oh, gawd, Slash. I can't stop."

He brushed the stubble of his beard down her tummy. One hand on the thatch. The other rustling about her rump.

Her buttocks began to hump.

Noreen wiggled her fanny from side to side in the seat. She hooked her heels over the armrest and arched her back.

"Help me, Slash."

She hooked her thumbs around back, into the waistband of her pants.

The stretch material gave way and her ass popped out. Stash's hands worked the front. He drew the tights, entangled with Noreen's underpants, down over her mound of cunt.

Slash snuggled her midsection beneath the blanket. Smooching down her Venus Mount.

Feeling the crispness of her cuntfrizz snaggle the barbs of his beard.

His nostrils were filled with the fumes of her hive. The heady vapors drove him dizzy.

He lifted his head.

Inhaled.

Tossed his head backward. Stripped the blanket from Noreen's nearly unclad frame.

"Jesus Fuck," Noreen snarled, grabbing at the blanket to cover herself. "Gimme that."

"Down in front," a voice sounded somewhere in back of them. "You know, some of us is trynta watch a movie we paid for."

Slash dipped his head down. Hunkered it once again underneath the blanket.- Went straight for Noreen's clit. Bit.

"Eaugh!"

"Quiet."

"Shhhhh."

"Hsssss."

"The fuck's the movie, anyway?" Noreen said. "Can't be that good."

There was a sharp tug at Slash's heels. He duck his head out from under Noreen's blanket.

Desiree stood in the aisle, leaning in low over the twosome's entwined forms.

"Excuse me, sir-and madam," Desiree said with flaring nostrils. "We've had a number of passengers suggest that I ask you to be a little less rambunctious up here."

"Of course," Slash said.

"Don't worry," Noreen said, lighting up a new fag. "We'll keep it down."

Desiree turned away.

Tossed back a leer over her shoulder. Aimed her glare like darts directly in Noreen's eyes.

"Fuck her," Noreen coughed out.

"Quiet!"

"Frigging ninnies," Noreen belched. "I said we'd keep it down, Slash. Now down, boy."

Noreen thought she must be crazed. She never would have ventured into this territory before. Something had happened in her head after she had been pitched from the team.

There was new freedom out there, Noreen at once was able to see.

A brave new world to conquer.

She writhed as Slash's beard stubble brushed the insides of her thighs. His tongue tickled her twattips, attacked her cuntfolds.

Simultaneously, his hands molded the globes of her hiney.

He basted the nates with juices slick from the fingers that had dug in her cunt.

With her very own juices, Slash slathered the opening to Noreen's bum.

"No."

The first fingertip tamped in."

Noreen's rectum squeezed back.

Slash tongue continued to work in her crack. She arched her back.

The finger syruped farther up her rump. Her hips began to hump.

The licks of his tongue tore at her from the front. Noshing her quim to jam.

When Noreen jutted her backside down, it jammed the finger farther into her asshole. Brought her insides to a boil.

Then when she thrust her pelvis up, Slash's tongue cut deeply into her snatch.

Catching up great folds of cunt. Working her, jerking her orally. Sending her oils slathering down the insides of her gams.

Noreen felt herself bubbling up toward orgasm. There was a twang inside.

A bing inside her clit.

Giving her a fit.

"Oh, excuse me," the female voice ejaculated. "If this seat is empty-"

"Urp!" Noreen eructed.

Slash snapped his head out from underneath the blanket. Craned his neck around.

"I wanted to smoke a cigarette," the woman's voice-familiar to Slash-said in the darkness. "They gave me a seat in the nonsmoking section. I thought if I came back here-"

"Maggie!" Slash said.

"Shut up!"

"The fuck?" Noreen slimed from her mouth. "What is this-a gawddamn convention hall? Who is this? Another of your doxies, Slash?"

"Slash?" the woman's voice said. "And I do believe I recognize your friend too."

Noreen focused her eyes in the darkness.

"Coach Haller!" she said.

"Formerly," Margaret Haller said. "We seem to be on equal ground now, Noreen. All of us. We're all out of work."

Noreen looked around. She was quickly coming down from her rutlust high.

"Say, listen, Stash," Maggie Halter was saying.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No. We were just napping."

"Yeah, just napping," Noreen shot out.

Noreen thought that Maggie Halter, for a woman who was widely rumored to be a dyke, seemed pretty keen on the malefuck scene. Up close and loose, Maggie seemed to have shed her inhibitions. She was younger than most coaches-perhaps almost as young as Slash.

And it was clear that she did emanate a certain animal heat. One that Noreen felt with a rush of cold sweat was not strictly AC or DC.

Maggie leaned into Slash. Whispered. "There's something I want to talk to you about. Privately, I think would be best."

"You can say it in front of Noreen," Slash sussurated back.

"Maybe later. It's wild stuff. About the new coaching staff."

"Uh oh," Slash said. Turned his head toward Noreen. "Business. Sit tight."

"Sure," Noreen said. As Slash and Maggie marched down the aisle, Noreen belched. "And don't be too long this time," she murmured.

She rolled her pants back up over her hips. Filched her jersey from the floor, wrapped it around her shoulders beneath the blanket.

Closed her eyes.

Sobbed and cried.

Slash cocked his head back.

"I want to get back to Noreen," he said to Maggie. "She's still pretty broken up."

"So am I," Maggie said. "She's just a gymnast. I'm a coach."

"Well, all of us could go on bawling all night. So what's up? Or did you just want to get me alone? Try to fuck me?"

"Go on. Kid me."

She came in close to him.

Grabbed his lapel.

"Say," Maggie said. "I can smell at least two different kinds of perfume on you."

Slash shrugged.

"Here's the third," she said.

Maggie tore her tongue from her mouth. Plastered it all over Slash's lips.

"I was only kidding," Slash said.

"I'm not."

"Let's-uh-go to the bathroom."

"That's the best place."

Slash and Maggie passed by the rear galley on their way to the restroom. Desiree was bent over the trashbag. She looked up.

"Did you see that glare?" Maggie said. "What was on that bitch's mind?"