Unknown - Noreen first time

Slash pushed Maggie through the door. By the time he got inside, Maggie was unbuckling the belt to her flightsuit. She had the front unzipped.

Mountains of tit adorned her chest.

Her navel winked Out. Fringe of cuntfur barely visible beneath her hand.

"There is something I do have to tell you, Slash. And it is serious."

"Shoot now."

"The new coach-Hank Jacoby. A real letch. First thing he does is strip down everyone he can. Has this psycho spic Amazon deflower chicks in front of him with a big leather dildo."

"Then he has his follow-up romps filmed. Usually not the first."

"Well, Maggie. Didn't you get the handle of being the kind of babe who enjoys going down on girls herself?"

"That's different."

"Oh?"

"We do it because we like each other. Sisterhood. Girl-to girl friendship. And I do not engage in extortion. Understand?"

"Christ."

"Now get those fucking pants down."

"Have to be quick. I have to get back to Noreen. I mean, she's-"

"I understand. Now shut up and fuck me. Now. Right in. I'm all juiced up."Maggie unzipped her flightsuit down around underneath her crotch.

A ravishing display of cunt folded open before Slash's gaze.

His vision was a haze.

Mind was a haze.

All he knew for sure was that his cock was out. He was crawling on top of Maggie's box.

"In. Now."

The stick twirled upward. Oinked its snout into Maggie's brewing quim.

The cock cackled as it lurched ahead. Beaking its way to the neck.

Pecking in farther. Burying itself thunderingly to the very hilt.

"Yum."

"Want more?"

"Up to my neck if you can."

Slash stabbed upward.

The heft of his dong lifted Maggie from her haunches. Launthed her into a loop.

The cockmeat grinned.

Bore in deeper.

The next thrust caught Maggie's insides. Dragged them open wide.

The thick meat measured itself out the lips of Maggie's twat.

Then stroked inward.

Striving to be stuck as far into quim as had any dick in history.

"I'm coming," Maggie said.

"Damn fast."

"I want yours now too."

"I can get some brewed up."

Slash stroked his pecker within her hide. The prong pricked her from side to side.

Sweat broke out across her face.

Mist spattered from her mouth as she breathed ‘heavily through clenched teeth.

The clutch of nougats in his sac began to burble. Semen seeped into his cords.

The wad of nutmeats cringed.

Come coursed its way up into the shaft of prick. FLipped down the length.

"I can feel it."

The blare of cream seemed full of thick curds as it chugged into Maggie's fuming pussy. The sourmilk smutch of Maggie's puss dripped between her legs into the toilet.

The chunks of cockcome mixed with ladyooze. Frothy liquids stewing.

"That was pretty good-"

"Pretty-"

"Especially for a quickie, Slash. I know you have to get back to your girlfriend. I won't abuse anymore of your time."

"Got any feelers out for a new gig, Maggie?"

"Not yet."

"Be in New York long?"

"Few days. Checking with my agent."

"You know how to reach me."

"I will."

"And listen, Slash."

"Yeah?"

"If that bitchmeat flight bimbo is still out there. Ask her to bring in some tissue. This can ran out."

"Oh-"

"It's okay. I know her-kind of. Or I know her kind, anyway."

"What kind's that?"

"The easy kind. Desiree's her name-I think that's the one. I fucked her on another flight already-last year."

Ballocks in eyesockets and asshole centered directly over the pucker of Jacquette's mouth, Hank Jacoby rocked forward and back; There was an itch down there-one he was convinced only Jacquette could scratch.

The murmuring sounds emanating from Jacquette's face were gentle sounds of music to soothe his soul. The rustle of her whispering sighs were prayers for his ejaculation.

Her susurrant suspirations were supplications to his suppuration.

Jacoby was aware of a burble in his sac. The semen was beginning to crackle and snap. Soon he would be ready to roll.

Cruise out with knotty cords of come. Pitch jissom in long liquid lashes at tits, mouths, cunts, and asses.

The simpering of Jacquette's lips on his underbelly warmed his cockles.

And now upon him advanced Chiquita. Intent on doing what she did best.

Chiquita knelt before Jacoby's chest.

She stroked his nipples with her hands. Gripped the male tits.

Tugged them.

Tweaked them.

Frigged them to points between her thumbs and forefingers. Then she took each one in turn between her teeth.

Chiquita stripped the vermilion tissue of his tits with the striations of her choppers. Moved her maw lower, mowing the hairs peaking along the midline of Jacoby's belly.

She slurped inside his bellybutton. Then inclined her head at an angle.

As Jacoby rolled back and forth, his anal orifice was shellacked. Waxed and lubed by Jacquette's languid whimpers.

"Harder?" Jacquette said. "I can press in with my tongue now."

"Can you come farther up?" Chiquita nattered as if it mattered. "Then I can get the tip of your prick in my mouth."

"You can get your head buried in closer, my dear," he said. "Just stay where you are. Stretch out your neck. Get that tongue out long and straight. I'm sure you can reach."

He placed his palm on Chiquita's wettened mane. Sinking backward, Jacoby's asshole slid from Jacquette's nose.

Plopped onto the tip of her tongue.

The tonguetip pestered his pucker. Jacquette's lips began to sucker.

His cock stood Out and up in front.

He strained forward once more.

Again impaling his asshole on Jacquette's beak. Felt his knees go weak.

Chiquita lassoed the pulsating penis with the curl of her tongue.

Whipped the joystick about the tip. Strangled it by the neck.

With a simper, Chiquita's mouth latched onto the head of his pecker.

His balls squashed down into the sockets of Jacquette's eyes.

"Unnnnnh," he sighed.

Because Chiquita's lips could barely reach the nib end of Jacoby's prick, each rock forward was filled with tantalizing suspense.

Would she or wouldn't she?

Be able to catch the pricktip in her yip.

Or would it give her the slip?

"Mmm."

The dick went right inside.

The head almost entirely within. Prisoner of Chiquita's oral orifice.

Until its escape.

Jacoby's penis pulled from Chiquita's mouth as once more he rolled.

Asshole rimmed by Jacquette's deftly scampering mouthworks. Digging into quirks and furrows of his screaming yapping anulus.

Jacoby remained silent.

Gritting his teeth.

Feeling the chick's mouth chewing on his dong. The other babe's mouthmeat gnawing his buns. Jizz abrew in his gonads.

And the burn cauterizing his brain.

Jacquette squeezed her tongue out longer. Never in her fantasies had she come up with something as livid as this reality.

Here she was, stark naked. Laid out on the floor of the coach's office.

The coach had his nates spread over her face. She was susurrating into his anal opening. Licking out his asshole.

Meanwhile, the Hispanic Amazon Chiquita was squeezing his tits for him.

Biting his balls.

Squealing as she sucked on his penis.

The same Chiquita who had only minutes before deflorated Jacquette-in mouth, ass, and cunt, no less-with the strapped-on assemblage of stuffed leather dildo, bouncing sac of ballocks, and feathery flocculence of fake pudhair.

Now, as Jacquette sucked ass, she was attuned to Chiquita's heat.

It seemed the girls were there solely to provide for Jacoby's pleasure.

He gave them nothing-or nearly so. Any pleasure the women could get-they would have to do so at their own leisure.