Unknown - Noreen first time

"Jacquette?"

"Slash."

"Oh, fuck."

"Thought you were expecting me. You said to-"

"I know. Let's go."

Just as Noreen buzzed Slash in, the door rapped. Noreen opened it and Jacquette burst in.

"Oh, Noreen. I have so much to tell you."

"Tell it to the coach."

"What?"

Noreen turned Jacquette's body around by her shoulders. Gave her a kiss on each facecheek. Shoved the wine bottle into Jacquette's hands.

"Let's see, Jacquette," Noreen squeaked. ‘Would you mind? You go into the bathroom and have a drink. I'll be in presently. Have fun."

"Uh-uh-uh."

As Jacquette was hustled through the next room, Noreen turned on her heels and dashed toward the front door. She pulled it open before Slash had made the first rap.

"Cut the crap," Noreen whispered. "I remember what I said on the plane. I don't know if I meant it. I was drunk. Asleep. Dreaming."

She looked down.

His cock was in his hand.

Balls bloomed out like wild orchids.

"I know this might sound insincere, dear," Slash said slowly. "But you said if I cleaned up my act and came over to see you-you'd blow me."

"You just want another cheap suck."

"At least I'm sincere about it."

"You beast."

Undaunted by dickmeat, Noreen feasted upon the yeasty ferment of jissom over her tongue. Tasty fuel of hick peppered her nostrils, enflamed her gums. She could feel the spermlets swarm. The temperature was warm.

The texture thick and creamy. Piles of chunky comecurds wedged in between her teeth.

"Jeez, Noreen," Slash said. "I didn't realize I was that horny."

"How horny is that, Slash?"

"I came off in seconds. I wanted to give you a good fuck in the mouth-"

"That's okay," Noreen said, suddenly hardened, sullen. "Tuck that twanger back into your trousers now. I'm through with you."

She saw the glistening stalk balk in midair. It had been reemerging to new hardness after the headiness of his rapid ejaculation.

Now it dipped its head.

Pouted.

Awaited redemption.

Noreen tightened her wet robe about her body, closing herself up. She'd made a bad move getting involved with this rogue.

She wanted to upchuck.

But there was something about Slash that drew her to him. The same thing that drew other women so close to his flame, Noreen supposed.

That made Slash dangerous.

"Okay," she said. "I'll fuck."

"Noreen, that was never expressly my aim. I don't want you to think I an a seducer of virgins, a ravisher of maidenheads y profession-"

"But I'll do it my way,' she injected.

Her smile could have killed half the world with its venom. It was the first time in her life she had ever felt that way.

And she loved it.

Loved herself for it.

For Noreen had become a woman.

She stared vacantly at the prick before her.

Slash's pecker was pumping full of blood. The density of his erection was beginning to hurt him. His ballocks broke into a sweat.

Would he get her or wouldn't he?

The answer was in her head.

She knew it was within her will to make him suffer. Anything to cause him pain she would pursue. To increase the pleasure.

Their pleasure.

Noreen knew deeply inside herself that the hick was the goal in her life. All that gymnastics shit went right by the wayside.

She wanted hide.

Hard hog inside her.

And the competitiveness she had developed through the years cut through the tears of her recent rejection.

She would fuck and suck.

And use it the way everyone else used everyone else in the world she had come to know.

It only made her heart glow.

She had the edge on now.

Noreen would go for it.

Slash dallied in his stance. His extended cock began to prance as he shifted his hips from side to side, undecided.

Noreen reached up toward his prick. Pulled it off with her fingers.

"Come on, Slash. I said I'd go down for you. Let's move."

"I have some locoweed with me."

"Roll it up. Also, you may fetch a bottle of wine from the refrigerator on your way."

"Way to where?"

"To the place you like it best."

"Which is?"

"I'll meet you in the bathroom."

Noreen rose from her knees. She let her robe fly open as she strode elegantly across the floor.

Tight tits glistened in the wistful light of early morning. Her pubis was a froth of fuzz, glinting in the weak rays of sunlight.

Noreen paused at the entrance to the hallway.

She tossed her hair back.

Glanced at Slash over her shoulder.

Winked one eyeball.

Sashayed on down the hallway.

She heard Slash rummaging around in the kitchenette. Dropped her hand to the doorknob of the bathroom.

Paused once more.

Listened.

Light liquid slaps.

Low moans.

Noreen grinned.

Exposing teeth.

Noreen bent forward.

Peered through the keyhole.

Leered.

Jacquette was bent over the bathroom sink. She was buck naked and Maggie was slapping her behind with her hair.

Then Maggie whacked Jacquette's buns with an open palm.

Rushed her from behind. Frigged her cut up between Jacquette's legs from the rear.

Cuked her with friction of the clit.Jacquette lit up when she was hit.

Her mouth opened.

Jacquette dribbled spit.

Maggie's jugs jiggled as she reached forward and grabbed Jacquette by the back of the neck. She crinkled Jacquette to her knees.

Walked her across the floor.

Shoved her head into the toilet bowl.

Noreen snorted abruptly. She cracked the doorway open and slid inside.

Her mouth opened wide.

Maggie turned and faced Noreen. Her tits were ripe and the nipples reddened.

Huge clit pulsed in her cabbage patch.

Noreen knew Jacquette had already had her way in her syruping snatch.

Quaffed down dew.

Cuntcome down the hatch.

And Maggie was always brewing another batch.

"Jacquette," Maggie said. "Noreen's ready for us now. Let's surprise her!"

Jacquette barfed out another layer of her stomach lining into the commode. The bottle of vodka she'd taken aboard the flight into New York and sucked down remorselessly during her lonely passage in the night was taking its toll.

She puked once more into the toilet bowl.

Wiped her yip with the back of her hand.

"Yeah, Maggie," Jacquette said. "That sounded like a bodacious idea you had."

Jacquette jumped at Noreen. Giggled as she tortured her tits with her fists.

Held her by the wrists.

"If you insist," Noreen purred.

Maggie held a rubber bag trimmed in sterling silver in one hand. In her other fist was a nib on the end of a long tube, hanging off her wrist.

"Bend over. Crack a smile."

"That's the style."

Noreen buckled into the bathtub. Hunched her hiney up in the air.

Showed the pudworks and her raft of pubic hair.

Aimed her anus at the stars.

Winked at them with the raised and crinkled rim of her suckering pucker.

Maggie handed the rubber bag to Jacquette. Then Maggie jerked her arm out.

Collided with Noreen's butt.

Nabbed the nibbling sucker with the silver nib. Reamed the asshole around the rim.

Shoved it in.

"Release," Maggie smirked.

Jacquette gave Noreen the works.

"Unh-nuh-nuh."

The juices from the rubber jug jagged through the tubing in short pulses. The waters streamed up into Noreen's opening blowhole.

Her belly blew out.

Pangs gripped her innards.

Maggie began to whip Noreen with the ends of her short hair. The slick spikes speared into Noreen from the rear.

Jacquette cackled.

Stepped into the tub.

Kissed Noreen.

Stood back and pissed her.

Slash finished off the reefer in the livingroom. He'd rolled another one but wanted to give himself a headstart.