Unknown - Noreen first time

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.

"Unh."

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."

"Hah!"

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.

"Here."

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.

"Unh."

"That should help."

"Mmmmm."

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.

"Ow."

"Hurt?"

"Yuh. But not too bad."

"There?"

"Better."

"Out?"

"No. In."

"Hurt enough?"

"No."

"Now?"

"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.

"Eaugh!"

"Noreen?"

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.

Forgotten.

"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.