Unknown - Noreen first time

"No it isn't," Jacquette snapped. "I tell people to luck off every day!"

He smiled.

Uncomfortably.

"Especially you, Jacquette." He spoke-tried to speak-as if he had not heard one syllable she had spoken. "You have long been a competitive mainstay of the squad. A true team performer."

"Highly valued, I'm sure."

From her angle of stance Jacquette could tell that Jacoby was hard in his pants. She didn't have to guess what would come next.

And she had planned for it.

Yes, Jacquette had determined that she would trade her virginity for a place on the gymnastics squad. If had to come to that.

"Highly valued, Jacquette. Why, yes."

"Get it over with."

"Well, you already seem to know-"

"Cut the shit."

"You're strong, Jacquette. Here goes. Part of my mission here is to rebuild the team-"

"You fucking that spic bitch?"

"Scuse me?"

"That cunt puta you got out front. What's her fucking name-Chiquita?"

"Just trying to see if you're a fag. You know, everyone knew Coach Haller was a regular old Sister of Sappho-sucked chicks? Thought you might be into the same kind of trip."

"Ahem. What my predecessor's sexual preferences might have been is not my concern here."

"Come on. You knew she was lesbian. That's part of the reason she's outta here."

"There were admittedly some personal as well as political considerations in the changeover among the coaching staff. But as far as I am aware, that aspect of Margaret Haller's personal life was never entered into the discussion. Now, Jacquette, this is all beside the point."

"I don't think so."

"Why? Is that why you're-Jesus! You're five fucking hours late for your appointment? Out guzzling with your girlfriends. Little play-action routine? Did you luck her?"

"Who?"

"Come off it. Haller."

"No."

"That's the reason you came in here with your little twat worked up. You're one of the ones- lucked for Haller. Wanted to see if you could use the same angle on me. You cheap-"

"You're really crude."

"Well, you're really gone."

"So soon, hon?"

"I did have a nice little speech all planned out for you, Jacquette. But you can forget it now." Jacoby's face hardened. "You don't seem to want any reasonable explanation."

"So long as you've got a hardon."

"All right. Zip it."

"Aren't you going to pull that pecker out? Ask me to suck it? Isn't that the way you usually operate, Coach Jacoby?"

Jacoby leaned across his desk. Pressed on the intercom and spoke.

"Chiquita. Please come into my office."

"Shit. I'm leaving."

"Just a minute, Jacquette."

Jacoby flailed his arm across the desk. Grabbed Jacquette by the shoulder.

"Yeah? Want something, coach?"

He came around the desk and stood with his body enveloping hers.

His hand dropped down the front of her sweatshirt. Cupped one of her tight titties completely within his grip.

"Why so friendly all of a sudden?" Jacquette said.

"You're the one brought it up."

"You wanna get your fucking mitts the fuck off of my tits?"

"No, Jacquette. it would be very devastating if I had to remove myself from physical contact with you at this point."

"Eat me, asshole," Jacquette sneered. She began to move away. The door to the office snapped open. Jacquette sashayed in, chewing gum and clicking her stiletto heels to the floor.

"You rang, coach?"

Chiquita's eyes slanted into Jacoby's crotch. Her glance took in Jacquette's tits with the coach's hands pawing her down.

"Yes, Chiquita. It seems we have a little disciplinary problem here."

Jacquette flared her nostrils.

Chiquita snapped her gum.

Stamped her gams.

Flexed her calves.

"You gonna get the whips out now-or what-?" Jacquette said.

"Ha ha ha," Jacoby snickered.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "I no unnerstan the way she talk Ingles."

Chiquita turned her nose directly. toward Jacquette. She opened her mouth into a puckering circle. Stabbed her tongue out.

Blew a large, sweet-smelling bubble of gum. Popped it in her teeth.

Sucked it back in.

"Get yourself ready, Chiquita," Jacoby said with a lilt to his voice. "I think we're both going to enjoy this one."

Chiquita clicked her heels around to behind the desk. Pulled the gum from her mouth.

Stretched the bubblegum out.

Balled it.

Plastered the wad onto the top surface of Jacoby's desk.

Chiquita then bent into a slight squat. Reached into one of the desk drawers.

Bent over as Chiquita was, Jacquette could only see the arch of her ass as she did something behind Jacoby's desk.

"The luck is this?" Jacquette coughed out. "I thought I was no longer under your fucking-uh-jurisdiction."

"Well, Jacquette. You have not been officially dismissed as yet."

"Oh. So there may still be a place for me here. Isn't that the way it goes?"

"You seem to know everything, Jacquette. You tell me."

He jerked his head to the side.

Chiquita took one step toward Jacquette.

"Shit," Jacquette whispered.

Her clit petrified. She felt a wash of cold sweat beneath her belly.

What was she doing?

What had she done?

Had she really gotten herself into this? Had she intended it from the beginning?

"Meester Jacoby?" Chiquita said in a high squeal. "What you want me do with theese pretty little one, Meester Jacoby?"

Jacoby ran his thumbs across Jacquette's nipples. She shuddered.

His hands frigged down her ribs to her waist. Slanted downward.

Toward the center.

Jacquette's knees buckled.

Jacoby's paws held her up close to him by the nates of her hiney.

"What's it gonna be, coach?"

Jacoby felt Jacquette's hips move into him. As if she sought protection."Whatever I want," he said.

"What's that?"

He twisted Jacquette around in his embrace. Pressed her rump into his stiffened crotch.

Held her tight boobs out in front. Played his hand down toward her cunt.

"Unh."

Jacoby corked his head about.

"Chiquita, luck this little bitch to hell and back. I want to watch."

"No!"

Jacquette tore from Jacoby's grip. He whipped his body around.

Caught her again from the side.

Jacoby ran his hands from Jacquette's neck down between her legs. Grabbing up handfuls of tit and ass on the way.

"Strip her, Chiquita."

"Shit."

Chiquita chattered away in Spanish as she crawled her fingers across Jacquette's tushie. She hooked her hands down the back of Jacquette's ass. Peeled the tights from her legs.

"Egad."

Then Chiquita churned the sweatshirt up over Jacquette's arms.

Palmed her way into Jacquette's stretch athletic bra and whipped it off in a trice.

"Like it like that," Jacoby cackled. He stepped back and began to haul his clothes off.

"Start in sucking, Chiquita," Jacoby said. "That's what you like, Jacquette?"

"I was only kidding," Jacquette said.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "She say she wanna kiss from Chiquita?"

Jacquette opened her mouth to spit.

Chiquita's long tongue shot out. Filled Jacquette's mouth.

Dangled down her throat. Tongue lingered long, mouths sucking.

"Good, little one," Chiquita said, tossing her hair back.

She bared her teeth.

"Now we kiss for real."

The attack was swift.

To the mark.

"Eeeee-eeeh-ek."

Chiquita chewed into Jacquette's chest. Suckered the tight nipples.

Gnawed the tart titflesh. Slurped the salty tang of Jacquette's cold sweat.

"Ooooo-unh-ngh."

"I suck you more. Then I fuck you. But first I get another kissy in. You cute."

"Oh, gawd. I'm dizzy."

"Just hold still then."

Chiquita pressed herself into Jacquette. Jacquette's eyes and tongue rolled.