Unknown - Noreen first time

And in truth, it probably did not matter in the least to this nymphomaniac just what kind of dick got into her. He could take leave of her quickly. Let the next dude who chanced by take up her challenge where Slash had left off.

"Take care, toots," Slash said. "See you again? Yes? No?"

The nympho's mouth hung open. Her hands groped her groin.

"Where is it?" she sang out. "Where oh where has that cock gone? I want dick!"

Slash slammed through the door.

He felt that his bladder would burst. The pressure in his kidneys was killing him.

He glanced down.

His prick was still out.

Hanging down the front of his pants.

Slash lunged for the nearest bathroom door.

The plane rolled again. Drove him against the door to the bathroom across from the one wherein he had left the puling nympho.

The door was poorly latched. Slash crushed through and battered into a couple of bods.

Two women, entirely naked.

In Sapphic embrace.

One seated on the commode. The other balanced on her lap.

Kissing each other's faces.

"Sorry, ladies," Slash gagged out. "I gotta take a leak. Any objections?"

He laid his wanger into the sink.

"I need a drink," a husky voice said.

Her fingers grabbed Slash's balls. Yanked him around sideways.

Slash felt her lips slurp up and down the length of his strung-out dong.

"Jeez!"

"Desiree's got good mouthworks," Slash heard Maggie say. "Doesn't she?"

"But I have to piss like a bandit!"

"Don't be so shy," Desiree sneered. "It isn't as if we're not acquainted."

She jabbed his ballocks. Struck the root of his dong. Wiped the head of the shlong with her tonguetip and suckered violently.

The initial drizzles trickled over her teeth. Then the flow of pizzle increased.

Slash thought Desiree's mouth would never cease. Her lips pulled piss from his pecker.

Pizzle pumped over her tongue.

"Yum."

Drenched her face.

Piss poured down her back.

Urine glazed her tits.

Desiree's mouth split wide open like a watermelon that had been slashed nearly in half with a machete.

Maggie wriggled beneath Desiree's piss-drenched body. Rubbing the fresh liquid into her skin.

"She wants it in her now, Slash," Maggie said. "Can't you tell?"

Desiree whimpered on Maggie's shoulder. The cheeks of her ass were flared open.

Cuntmeat hung moist and exposed. Asshole grimaced in hungry pain.

"I'm not in the business of doing favors," Slash said. "Mercyfucking and other charity cases are completely out of the question from here on in."

"Stick it up my ass," Desiree choked out. "You already pissed me down, you brute. Now take my ass. I beg of you!"

"What can I say?" Slash japed. "Someone's got to play the good guy."

He shrugged his shoulders.

Aimed his prong.

Slid it right into the center of the raised puckering donut of her haunch.

Bull's eye!

Corked her with his cock.

Felt his rocks go into shock.

Desiree's asshole clutched the head of his dong like a screaming victim whose final chance was to have held onto a lifesaver.

Before being engulfed by the maelstrom of an oceanic whirlpool.

Desiree gobbled like a drowning woman. Her asshole ate at Slash's pecker.

He chugged his hawg on up.

Pumped her harder.

Gave her some more.

The lights went out in the restroom. The rutting bodies were tossed to the side.

Slash's cock was caught in Desiree's asshole. Nearly yanked it out at the scrotum.

Maggie fell off her tuffet.

Crushed her quim into Slash's elbow.

"That's a new one," Maggie said. "Fuck me with your shoulder next!"

The next bounce of the plane came, and Desiree popped off his cock.

There was an announcement that the flight had encountered more than the reasonably anticipated pockets of turbulence. All passengers were requested to fasten their seatbelts.

Sit with their backrests in an upright position. And all passengers not in their seats were hereby requested to return thereto.

Cock in hand, Slash cracked open the door and crooked his head about. The hatch to the restroom across the way flung open.

There was the nymphomaniac, muttering, stuttering. Frigging her quim and flailing away at her clit maniacally.

"You can't leave now," Desiree moaned. "Maggie and me need more fuck."

"Just a second," Slash said.

He leapt across the narrow open space into the other head. Took a deep breath.

Slash gripped the nympho by the wet hairs on the back of her neck. Clutched a handhold in the enormity of her sweat-sweetened book.

He rolled her forward like a bowling ball.

Pitched her body across the hall. Her wet nakedness stuck to the outside of the bathroom door as he pried it inward.

"Unh. Ugh."

The nymphomaniac sunk in a heap at the feet of Maggie and Desiree.

"Thanks a bunch, Slash," Maggie cackled. "We can use some reinforcements."

Desiree mewed with drool cascading from her maw. "Don't forget to return to your seat. Snap that belt on. Sit up straight."

"Thanks, toots," Slash said. "You've done your job and in that regard have been a most attentive flight attendant."

He slammed the door shut.

Leaned against the outside of the head as he heard the squeals within rise to a fever pitch. The scents of bitchbroth, rutsweat, semen, piss, and rectal mucus perfumed the air.

Slash looked down to check the status of his pecker. Shoved it into his pants.

Did a dance as he zipped up the fly.

Another flight attendant waltzed by.

"You know, sir," she said, glancing over at the head. "You're supposed to be in your seat."

"I had to go-"

"I know we all occasionally have to take a leak. Mind if I escort you? For safety's sake. How about it? Give me a break."

Slash went white.

He stammered.

"I-I-I j-just spoke with another-nother-other f-fflight attendant about the very same thing. I'm going. I'm going. Gone!"

He flew down the aisle toward the seat where he had last seen Noreen.

He turned his body sideways. Took a gander back toward the rear of the cabin.

The last flight attendant was rapping at the door to the latrines.

The door to the head in question crept open slightly. The new stewardess shot in a withering leer. Slipped inside.

Except for Slash's eyes, she was sight unseen.

Slash continued down the aisle. Found the row of seats he was looking for.

Spied Noreen's huddled, slumbering form.

Adjusted the hang in his haunch.

Crouched, stepped in.

Slumped beside her.

Felt her rise from her sleeping dreams. Extend her legs along his.

Her hips twitched.

All of a sudden-unbelievably-Slash's prick itched. His anus smirked.

"Who'd you fuck this time, ace?" Noreen said without a trace of irony.

"No one you'd know."

He kissed her face.

They embraced.

Fistful of twatfuzz and a few hollers more, Jacquette rolled over the floor. She wrenched her body about, keeping it away from the flail of Chiquita's braided hair.

"I'll fucking slaughter you!" Jacquette said. "Fucking spic Amazon dyke-bitch cunt."

"Ha ha ha," Chiquita snorted. "You are a feisty senorita. But you are a whore."

"Fuck you! A whore isn't forced."

"Force? How can you say that to me? It is you who is doing all the forcing. You refuse my offer to whip your face. So I am forced to employ other means. You force me to violence."

"Tug my tits, will you? I think that this must be against the law."

Chiquita caught up both of Jacquette's boobs. Ran her fingers over them and twisted.

Wrenched the breasts almost from her chest.

"Eeeeeh."

Chiquita dragged Jacquette across the slick floor by her dugs. She dredged her thumb up Jacquette's bum.