Unknown - Noreen first time

Their mouths met.

Jacquette blended into Chiquita's form. They breathed together in heat.

"Mfgh."

Chiquita next drooled all over Chiquita's face as she licked down her nose.

Then broke the embrace. Stepped back, shot forth her hips enticingly.

Jacquette fell back into Jacoby's arms as she watched Chiquita move.

"In the groove now, Jacquette," Jacoby said. "Ah. I like to feel your cool nude ass right up against the head of my pecker."

"Unh."

"Speechless, Jacquette?"

"Uh uh uh."

"Like it when the tip of the prick goes right across the opening of your ass there? Then how about-little lower, bend over-I can get it right at the twatlips here."

Chiquita undid the knots of her draped blouse. The material fell away.

A pair of blimps big as baby pigs oinked the snouts of their nipples out over the lace trim of the half-cup pushup brassiere Chiquita wore. Nips dark and hard.

"Like that, Jacquette? I do," Jacoby chuckled. "And you gotta like the way my dingdong peeps in at you from behind."

"Sure, coach."

Chiquita tittered and came up close to Jacquette. She reached behind her back and took hold of the catch of her bra.

Her tits throbbed out. Up into Jacquette's face. Poked her eyeballs.

Blinded by nipples, Jacquette scratched out with her-teeth.

Her mouth menaced the boobmeat. Her hands creamed the flesh.

Chiquita hitched up her hiney at the tickle of the other woman's mouth between her tits. Began to hump midair as she whined.

Jacquette shimmied her hiney as she felt Jacoby's dong squirm up and down between the cheeks. The prick dropped lower.

Speared her between the legs.

"Oooooh."

The cockmeat cruised the space between the entrance to her cunt and the pucker of her rump. Slipping and sliding.

"I can't stand it."

"Then don't stand at all. On your knees, Jacquette. Chiquita, on Jacquette."

Jacquette shuddered to her knees. Her pose had a note of supplication.

Mouth moved as in prayer.

"Lay her!" Jacoby barked out. "Chiquita, she wants it. Give it."

Chiquita shook her ass out of her miniskirt.

"Gawd."

Jacquette's eyes drilled into the space between the tops of Chiquita's stockings and the thin of her garter belt. There it was, plain to see, between Chiquita's naked loins.

Chiquita's banana.

Big prick sticking straight up to the ceiling. Bag of balls below.

"Ho ho ho," Jacoby crowed. "Mighty lifelike, don't you think?"

"I wouldn't know," Jacquette murmured.

Her gaze was mesmerized by the approach of Chiquita's swaying hips. As Chiquita came closer, Jacquette could clearly make out the stitching running along the seams of the skin of the fake penis Chiquita wore.

She could follow the bounce of the billowing ballsac below. See the strap holding the dildo mechanism to Chiquita's midsection.

"You want suck?" Chiquita smiled.

Jacquette's mouth opened.

Out of the side of her vision, Jacquette saw Jacoby jacking himself-off. He had his hog in his hand and chewed his lips.

Chiquita's hips moved in a circular motion. The false cock twirled like a baton.

The feathery false-fur flocculence around the ballocks spun like tumbleweed.

Jacquette closed her eyes. Whispered and drizzled hot spit down her front.

She smelled the leather of the stuffed phoney cock get into her face. Sniffed the waters of snatch suppurating from Chiquita's cunny.

Her mouth slimed with the smoky yearning for sizzling meat. Desire for flesh.

Jacquette wanted cock. And the craziness was that it almost didn't matter whose cock.

She had waited long enough.

And wanted it-anything, anyone's, any kind of prick-now.

"I want you, honey," Chiquita said. "I want you to want Chiquita."

Jacquette's lips moved in supplication.

Anticipating the cock connection.

"Fuck my mouth."

"Okay, honey. Anything you say."

Chiquita brought the dildo into play. Crammed the false cock into Jacquette's craw.

"Mmm. Good."

Jacquette began to gnaw.

"All right," Jacoby chortled. "Let's get some action now."

Jacquette ran her dentition over the head of hardened leather. Wound her lips about the stalk and sucked downward.

Hobbling her tongue along the length of leather. Snorting into the feathery pusshairs. Flagging the fake ballocks with her fingers.

"Eeeeeh," Chiquita whinnied. "Oooooh. Best when you touch real flesh."

Jacquette folded herself down to the floor.

Was this really happening? Jacquette couldn't believe her mind. She wasn't really attracted to either of them-not in that way. But her sexheat had built to a blast.

It was the situation, not the people who were her partners, that turned Jacquette on.

If she thought about it, really thought about it- Jacquette would puke. But if she went with it, Jacquette found herself more sexually enflamed than she had ever been before in her life.

She couldn't wait to get it in. She couldn't wait to do it.

And then tell Noreen.

Jacquette flickered her mind toward her former roommate. By now Noreen might have caught a standby flight to New York. As soon as this sexual number was over, Jacquette would call the number Noreen had given her. Tell her the secrets of luck and suck. And tell Noreen that she too, Jacquette, had been bounced from the team.

And maybe join her in the big city.

But Jacquette wasn't even so sure about that. Indeed, her tail was still in the balance.

"On her, Chiquita" Jacoby urged. "Gerdown and luck on her body."

He stood over Jacquette and shook his cock and balls above her mouth.

Chiquita kicked Jacquette's legs apart with the sharp toes of her highheels.

Jacquette felt the air whoosh up between her two gams. Then her fanny was lifted from the floor.

In a reflex action, Jacquette wrapped her legs about Chiquita's waist.

She felt the tip of the stuffed-leather prong inch into the space between her twatlips. There was a smacking sound.

The dong was wound in Jacquette's long pussy hair. Head buried past the knob.

"Uuuuuh!"

Jacoby stroked his twanger in an easy action. Angling the head down toward the slits of Jacquette's clenched eyesockets.

Focused his gaze on the dingdong dipping into Jacquette. Now hefting in deeper.

"You coming in too now, boss?" Chiquita said to him, looking up.

"Not yet. I'm enjoying myself watching you two for now."

He crinkled a grin about the ends of his lips as he saw the cock slip in.

The strain glazed Jacquette's face. Her eyes were glued shut.

Then the lids fluttered open.

"Omigawd," she rustled through her teeth. "I'm losing my virginity to an Amazon wearing a dildo. This can't be happening. This isn't me."

The prong horned in deeper.

Struck her harder.

The wave of orgasm pitched Jacquette over the side. She felt as though she were floating in freefall through the sky.

Jacquette held herself back.

Tightened her lips. Pressed with her muscles to close up her crack.

To stop the rampaging rig. But the contractions of her cunt only increased the intensity of her coming as Chiquita turned up her throttle.

Chiquita moved her hips almost as if she knew how to luck with a real dick.

Mucus slimed out from Jacquette's insides. Lubricating the frictioning dildo.

With a grunt, Jacquette took it all the way up. She imagined tiny trailers of virginal blood streaming from her popped maidenhead.

But in actuality she knew that she herself had seen to that. Stabbing into her twat with firm fingers, bottlenecks.

Breaking her own cherry in masturbation. Not waiting for the occasion in the flesh.

But was even this real? Did the dildo count? Or was it only real cockmeat?

Chiquita rutted in Jacquette's slit.