Noreen first time

Chapter 1

"Eat my pussy, you pipsqueak cunt," Noreen said. "You're supposed to be my friend, Jacquette-but you're not."

"Never have been, you fucking dyke bitch," Jacquette snorted. "Not if a friend's someone who goes around lapping your asshole all day. Listen, Noreen. I'm trying to help you."

"You call insulting my body help?"

Noreen had removed her sweat-soaked leotard top and tights.

She snapped her panties off.

Ran her hand down her slick titflesh.

Scratched between the asscrack.

And jagged a fingernail at the itchy cut.

"You're supposed to be a pro, Noreen.

"They don't think so."

"A gymnast. An athlete. A competitor."

"Not anymore. I'm supposed to be gone."

Noreen tossed up her nose. Arched up her ass. Threw her tits out.

She dipped down, rose up curtly. Like a bird sipping water.

"See that, Jacquette? Last time I'll ever do a gymnast's fucking bow."

"Don't shit me, Noreen. You're tough. Don't try to put on a soft-puss act now."

"You said they'd think of me as a cow-an old sow. That's fucking mean!"

"They are fucking mean, Noreen. I know how they think. And I'm telling you."

Noreen turned sideways to the full-length mirror. The naked bod she saw reminded her of someone else-not herself.

Not the body of a sylphlike nymphette. No longer did Noreen's figure conform to that of a miniature wraith-with the deceptive fragility of appearance that all the judges seemed to demand with respect to current fashions among them of form and-the resultant subjectivity as applied to the scales used for scoring.

Noreen examined her newly emergent mounds of titflesh. Saw the rise of assmeat about her haunch. The Mound of Venus was now a mature and forested hillock-furry and furrowed.

"That's good stuff, Noreen."

In the mirror; Noreen saw Jacquette stab a cigarette into her yip and light up. Noreen saw the way the cigarette dangled from the corner of Jacquette's mouth as she spoke.

The tight curve of Jacquette's lips as they clenched the burning faggot gave Jacquette's expression a kind of sneer-yes, Noreen could take that impression, even though she knew it could merely be a function of Jacquette's oral mannerism of holding onto and sucking her cig.

It lent Jacquette a toughness that Noreen appreciated, in fact admired in others. But repressed in herself.

"You know Noreen, you were lucky that you didn't get all fitted and assed-out earlier. That's the real reason you were all pissed-over today. You and me-we're the oldest gymnasts on the team-"

"Were, Jacquette." Noreen's eyes were blank. "You are. I was. Isn't that the problem?"

"With the attributes you have, Noreen, it should not be a problem. Only if you wanted to remain a gymnast. Then it's a big problem."

"What should I do?"

"If you want to remain in gymnastics, you might try to become a coach. But I don't ever recall your mentioning that possibility one single frigging time during any of our discussions-even before we were roommates."

Noreen broke into a smile.

Took hold of one of her tits.

Tugged it.

Shook it in her fist.

She flicked one of her nipples.

The nipple tip crinkled into a hardened point. Stared straight ahead.

"You think a dancer?" Noreen said with a wrinkle to her nose.

"Yeah. Why not? You've already got a lot of background in movement, body control-and you've had as much dance training as most of the would-be dancers in your age range."

Jacquette suckered long and hard on her cigarette. She furrowed her brow. Seemed to bore her eyes into Noreen's erect nip.

Then she dragged her eyes down Noreen's rib cage. Took in the tautness of her tush.

The ripeness of her cunny.

"But, Noreen, dance is a whole different circuit. You would have to start at the bottom. Work your way up."

"Well, most girls of my advanced age haven't even really started seriously on their careers. Maybe some models or actresses-but certainly not lawyers or businesswomen."

"Everyone's got it tough. If you tried to get a gig as a receptionist or secretary, you'd have a fuck of a lot of competition."

"Probably so."

"I mean it, Noreen. There are dudesses and dollies out there right this motherfucking second who are willing to give blowjobs-suck dick right there in the office!"

Noreen made a gagging look.

Jacquette blew smoke and ranted on. "Those bitches-I know some. Jerk-off and buttfuck for any old fat cocksucker they can in order to get those jobs." Snapped her fingers. "Fuck and suck right off the bat, baby."

Noreen grinned.

Flushed.

"I know you're right, Jacquette. But that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, Noreen," Jacquette came close to her. Draped her arm about Noreen's shoulder. "You don't have to think they have an advantage just because they are willing to act like whores."

"I know-guys are like that."

Noreen felt a trill through the center of her body as Jacquette rubbed her tense neck.

"And also, Noreen. You shouldn't feel self-righteous just because you're cherry."

"You know I'm not a virgin only because I want to be. I don't believe in that shit either."

"Well, perhaps your standards are too high. I mean, the first guy you ball doesn't have to be Sir Galahad saving you from the dragon of your wasted unsated sexuality or a multimillionaire stockbroker who desires you and only you so much he would break and enter your chastity."

"Standards? High? It's only that the time, place, and guy have never been quite right."

"Excuses. You have to make them right."

"Shit."

"What?"

"I just noticed-"

"Aha!" Jacquette chirped.

She speared into Noreen's furrowy vulva. Tweaked into the flesh.

"Ow! Jacquette!"

Pulled out a woolly tuft of pussyhair from Noreen's twat. Raised her arm to Noreen's face. Twirled the bushy flocculence in the light.

"Omigawd, Jacquette. It's, like, a completely different color."

"Maybe you got some dye on it."

"From my-uh-headhair? Not likely. It's also a different texture-even from the rest of the-uh-ones on my-"

"Cunthairs are like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. The other ones-they're just peachfuzz, most likely."

Jacquette turned the crinkly pubes in her fingers. Saw light flash.

"So these are your first real womanly cunthairs, Noreen. Shiny-they're like real blonde, a little red. Be proud of them."

She kissed Noreen on the cheek. "Thanks for ripping them out."

"You'll get more."

"Like you?" Jacquette began disrobing.

"Fuckingchrist, Noreen. You've seen me."

Jacquette shot down her sweatpants. Pinched off her leotard top. Rolled her tights and panties down her legs into a heap.

Standing up to her full posture, Jacquette arched her back.

Tight tiny tits studded her chest.

Rump strutted out behind.

"You're the one who's lucky, Jacquette. You still have thin hips. And your bazooms are like little champagne glasses. You might get to stick around for a while."

Jacquette snorted. "But I don't quite have that fairy quality anymore. It's like all my experience comes out. Like I can't even fake that I'm innocent anymore. Drag getting old."

A hank of long dank barbs pitched out from between Jacquette's legs. The dense fur thatched Jacquette's snatch in straight crinkles with relatively few curlies.

"You know my porcupine pussy," Jacquette smirked. "All these pusshairs. I've got way too many for easy grooming. You can take some of mine if you like."

"Maybe I will."

Noreen reached up under Jacquette's belly.

"Noreen!"

"Ha ha."

"Fuckingchrist."

Jacquette slapped Noreen's hands away.

Felt the rip etch across the center of her mound. Spread of pain in the pussy.

"Shit!"

Jacquette grabbed at one of Noreen's boobs. Kneed her between the pusslips.

Noreen delved again into Jacquette's belly. Jacquette buckled, gripping her clit.

Again the tear.

"Fucking bitch, Noreen."

Noreen swiped a fistful of cunthairs across Jacquette's face.

Stuck some of Jacquette's cunthairs into Jacquette's nostrils.

"Motherfuck."

Jacquette kicked out again.

Noreen reeled backward.

"Cocksuck."

Noreen found herself in a pile of bed linen. She pulled out a pillow and heaved it at Jacquette. Hit her in the tits.

"Suck clit," Jacquette sneered.

Then spat in a sputtering stream.

"Shit," Noreen choked. "I'm really going to have to take a shower now-with your spit all over me, Jacquette. Dirty little pussy."

"You know that I know that you know that you like it. But don't get any ideas about that, my dear Noreen."

Jacquette ran her hands through her shaggy cunny. Looked briefly at the bare spots where Noreen had depilated her.

"I'm gonna get you, twattwister."

"Better do it fast, Jacquette. I'm out of here tonight. For good."

"Not going to stick around any?"

"No. The coaches thought I should leave training camp pretty soon-they said maybe on Monday. But I don't want to be here over the weekend."

"Yeah. That might be a debacle. Everyone coming up to you and consoling you."

"Sickening."

"And you'd know they're actually glad-cause it means they didn't get the flicking axe on their fucking necks."

"Are you glad, Jacquette?"

"Never."

"Sure?"

"Noreen-we've competed against each other and competed as a team in international meets. Maybe we have been rivals."

"That's what I mean."

"Who knows? Maybe a few years ago I might have felt different about it. But I'm a lot more mature now. Hey!-My days around here can't be so many. As a gymnast, I'm an old hag already."

The two women kicked through the crumpled sheets piled on the dormitory floor.

"I'll miss you."

"Me too."

Kiss on each other's cheeks.

"Really miss you."

Pecks on necks.

"It'll be like motherfucking unbearable around here without you. All those other smelly whores. Gag me. Every stinking one of them."

"The only one I'll miss-besides you, Jacquette-is that Slash guy-dude who was here this week as a coaching consultant?"

"Yeah. He's okay. See, Noreen. Should have gone down for him while you had the chance."

"Maybe so, after all."

They walked with their arms about each other's waists into the bathroom.

Stepped into the shower together.

"I mean it, Noreen. I hate this place. I wish-almost-that I was leaving this shithole with you."

"At least you have a place to be."

"You going home?"

"Where's that?"

Noreen turned the water on in the shower stall. They wriggled at the initial frigid dribbles. Then the two girls huddled together under the spray as the water heated up.

"Well-I don't know where your home is if you don't, Noreen. Your parents live in different places now, huh?"

"They're only both in Los Angeles until the divorce is finalized. Then my mom's going to go to New York."

"That's where your brother lives?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should pay him a visit."

"Maybe."

"Called him yet?"

"No. No one."

Jacquette clutched Noreen's side. She took the large sponge and soaped down Noreen's back.

"Kinda sad," Jacquette said. "This is our last shower together, huh?"

"Who knows," Noreen smooched Jacquette's forehead. "We can always visit each other. We are friends-aren't we?"

"As you say-who knows? But we'll find out how much we mean to each other-"

"Oh, shut your fucking face. You know I love you as a sister almost-or more, actually."

Noreen felt tears lurch from her eyes.

She plastered her face with shower water as Jacquette ran the soaped sponge down beneath her back. Between the cheeks of her ass.

Slid the slick sponge between her legs. Up in the front, nuzzling her twat.

"Oooooh"

Jacquette brought the sponge up Noreen's belly. Massaged the cuntfur.

Nabbed the navel.

Tusseled with copious cups of boob as she soaped Noreen's chest and ribs.

"Mmmmm."

"Now you do me, Noreen."

Noreen was almost afraid to touch Jacquette now. It was as though, with Noreen's imminent departure, some of her guard was let down.

The mere sight of bare flesh was enough to set Noreen off into flaming fantasy.

Noreen was blinded for an instant by the thought of fuck. Then a hot wave of something else. Dizziness-never felt it that strong before.

And in her mind's eye: Huge cock thrusting at her face. The tension in her twat.

The impression of pecker between her legs.

Prick sizzling up her ass. And, yes, cunt slapping at her face.

Fucking guys.

Sucking gals.

And more:

Whips flickering in the firelight.

Rubber and leather-wet and tight.

Fists fucking mouths and asses and cunts.

Spike heels and spurs.

Streams of glossy piss.

Crystalline enemas.

Delirium.

"Uh. Noreen?"

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

"I guess so."

"Sure?"

"Just thinking."

"Yeah. That'll kill you every time. Watch yourself, doll."

Noreen flushed, blushed.

Focused her eyes.

Soaped up the sponge and ran it between Jacquette's thighs.

Noreen imagined a cock and balls there. And then of course jerked her mind back to reality. But that didn't help her either.

She was dry in the mouth.

Running a fever.

Ran her hands up and down the crack in Jacquette's fanny. Then worked the sponge into the nooks and crannies of her cunny.

And then.

Who the hell was it-were they?

What the hell was it?

The fuck was going on?

Steam all around them.

Clear as life.

Noreen imagined the three naked torsos gleaming out from the billowing steam. There was Noreen herself.

Nude, tits bouncing.

Nipples erect.

And Jacquette, of course.

Likewise unclad.

Tartlike fits glistening and running with soapy water. Playing something long and soapy between her legs.

Noreen saw that Jacquette's mouth was open.

Tongue licking like a snake.

Eyes burning with a cold desire. Lips wrestling in a quirking smirk combining innocent joy and cruel and distant mockery.

And behind Jacquette, in among the pillows of vapor. A male head emerged.

Curly haired on top. Razor straight on the sides. Looking almost horned. Someone born to ravish nymphs.

Greek god type.

But in the flesh.

Noreen saw the misty outlines of the young man's thighs. Rutting, pumping.

Noreen giggled.

Reached in between Jacquette's legs.

Took hold of the cock Jacquette was playing between her loins.

A long dong.

Stretching from where the dud was dry-rutting on Jacquette from the rear.Head hopping out the front, just beneath Jacquette's cunt.

"Who's honker have I got now?" Noreen imagined herself saying.

Noreen recognized the voice of Slash Buckler, the last guy she had come in contact with that she thought might be worth a fuck. The one-another one-she hadn't fucked.

Another regret?

Not in her fantasy.

"Unh."

"You like, Slash?"

"Aaaaah."

"Shit, Noreen. Don't be so greedy. I want some of that prick too."

Jacquette scissored her legs and got out from between Noreen and Slash.

It was almost as if, in this fantasy, Noreen was letting Jacquette be her guide.

Yes-Jacquette would fuck and suck first. Show Noreen the ropes.

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."