Unknown - Noreen first time

His wet tongue tricked sideways and Out. Snarled inward among the furrowed cunny.

"Ngh."

He yanked a few tiny cunthairs with his teeth. Breathed deeply into her warmth.

"Clit," Desiree murmured.

She shook it with her thumb.

"Clitoris."

Scratched it with her fingernails.

"The clit."

Hit it with her fist.

Slash nosed into the head of her hive. Nuzzled her nubbin of clit.

Turned it in his lips.

Nibbled on the pip.

"Uh uh uh."

He torqued the clitoris with the curl of his tongue. Spread his oral member wide and lapped from side to side.

"Oh hu-uh huuuuu-uh!"

Slash raised his head at an angle. Chinned across the slick area of knotted clit.

Cheeked over the area.

"Oooooh."

Frazzled the clit with the stubble of his beard.

"Weird."

"See what's coming."

In an instant Slash had wrung her tits, warped her into an arch.

Pressed Desiree over backward. Hauled her hips up by the nates of her haunch.

Hung his honker down between her legs.

"Let's go."

"What was that?"

"Don't worry. Ha ha ha. Just another passenger wants to use the can."

"Puck ‘em."

"Fuck me."

Slash stabbed his wanger in an arc. The tapered head hooked into her twat.

"Ah."

Greased its way in-all the way-on the first solid thrust.

"I want a shot."

"So soon?"

"Better make it quick. I have to make another round of the passengers."

"Shit, Desiree. Just as it was getting good."

"Are you good at getting off?"

"If you are."

"Shoot."

Slash hustled his hips faster.

"Unh unh unh."

He increased the friction against his knob by diddling from side to side rather than straightforwardly. Stretching out the lining of her cunt as he fuckrutted.

"I'm going-"

He jabbed in deeper.

"Going-"

Drove in for the kill.

"Gone!"

Desiree shook in harrowing orgasm. Perspiration flew from her juddering head.

Desiree pressured her boobs into his ribs. Felt his male nipples dirk quickly, again and again, into her own thickened knobbies.

Her mouth roamed freely over his chin, neck and shoulders. Her fingernails grilled the shoulder blades, tapped down his spine.

She rowed her phalanges over the cheeks of his ass. Slid them between.

Slash stirred in his ballocks as she trimmed his asshole rim with her fingers.

She then seized his stinger with her fingers. Brought the dick, dripping, out from her cunt. Sucked her own cuntjuice right from the pulsating head of the pecker itself.

"Fuck," someone whispered.

"Someone in there?"

Voices from outside.

Slash listened. As long as it wasn't Noreen knocking at the bathroom door, he could care fucking less.

"Fuck me more."

He twisted his wanger into her crinkled snatch. Weaseled it inward.

"More. Do me more."

Slash jammed his fingers up her ass.

"Oh, gawd. Yes."

She came in ever-increasing waves.

And then his poker was stoked. He stroked slowly, gently.

Inched his cock out until the head was barely kissing the entranceway to the cunt. Pulled it out ever so slightly more.

Then drove for the score.

He sunk his cock rudely into the vermilion flesh. Hog hanked as it rooted.

Bursts of jissom burned inside her. Cauterizing her with sperm.

"More."

The thunks of come increased to a crescendo, then began to diminish.

The last several threads of jizz fizzed in her trembling twat.

"Are you finished?"

Just with that round."

"You might wanna save some for your little honey out there."

"Really. You think she's game?"

"I saw the look of cock in her eyes. Believe me. I oughta know."

"Thanks, Desiree."

"Fuck off."

"I mean for the drinks."

"They're on the house."

"That's okay. I left the money out there on the galley counter."

"Motherfucker. Should have given it to me. It'll be gone by now."

"Do you-"

"I'm not a whore. I fuck for free or I don't luck at all."

Slash fingered his fly. Got himself all tucked in and ready to roll.

"Still need that toilet paper?" Slash said.

"Not after you licked me all out."

"I'll check to see if anyone's outside."

"Okay. Time for you to split, I think. I'll wait in here and sneak out in a couple minutes."

"Right. I better get back to my seat."

"How considerate you are. Can't leave your girlfriend alone too long."

"I promised her I'd get drinks."

"So sweet."

"So are you."

She kissed his cheek.

"Say hello to your girlfriend for me, bigboy," Desiree said with a wink.Slash split open the door. Peeked through the open seam.

Big eye looking right at his.

He was eye to eye. Face to face with another person who. had apparently been waiting to use the facilities.

"Oh. Hi, Noreen."

"My turn now?"

Cock in hand and balls bouncing against his wrist, Coach Hank Jacoby twisted out the last shards of piss into the toilet adjoining his new office. He realized he had the makings of a hardon coming on in his snapper.

Cock coming up hard.

Hefty in his hand.

He wafted the dong like a wand.

Remembering the many times he had put it to good use in deep wet flesh.

And, yes. Jacoby could use some tight little gymnast snatch right now.

This was the ass-end of a numbing first day on his new coaching assignment. First time in command arid in the big office-the hotseat.

And now, just around midnight, he was still at work-even if only going through the motions.

This new job would be a tight fit. He would have to tow the line and produce-or else he would wind up like his predecessor, Coach Haller-end up like all the others did.

And he could still smell his predecessor's presence around him.

Cunt was so thick in the air he could get a mouthful just by breathing.

Coach Margaret Haller may have been a dyke. But no one could say she didn't know good snatch. One of Coach Haller's plusses, as far as Jacoby was concerned, was that she had stocked the gymnastic squad with kinky hot pussy.

Too bad one of Jacoby's first jobs was to get rid of some of it.

Jacoby licked his dry lips.

Some fuck-and-watch action would certainly be a good way to smooth the edges of tension he felt. His hands moved below his belt.

Made sure the piss had stopped dripping from the tip of his wanger.

Quickly stuffed the prick back into his pants. Washed his fingers lightly.

Wiped his palms off on his warmup pants.

Walked into the next room and took a seat his large hardwood desk.

Farted once.

Loudly.

Buzz of the intercom.

"Jacoby here."

"Meester Jacoby."

"Yes, Chiquita."

"Your appointment has arrived."

"Uh. Which?"

"She was originally scheduled for seven o'clock. Called and said she'd be a little late. Personal matters. Remember?"

"Ah, yes. Ask her to come in."

Jacoby steeled himself for the occasion. Doublechecked to see that the required paraphernalia was in the desk drawer.

Yes, Chiquita had done her preparatory work well. Everything was in order.

By the time the door began to swing open, Jacoby had-what he thought would be a convincing-enough smile on his face.

Chiquita gave Jacoby a sidelong glance with her almond-shaped peepers as she ushered the petite gymnast into the coach's office.

"Won't you please have a seat, Jacquette?"

"I probably won't be staying that long. That right, coach?"Jacoby bit into his lower lip. Strained his neck defensively. Well, she knew-or suspected.

There was bad business at hand.

That was part of a coach's job.

Came with the territory.

"You know, Jacquette. It's never very easy. As a matter of fact, it's one of the hardest things a coach or anyone else has to do-"