Noreen first time

"I-"

"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.

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.

And flicked her fingers across Jacquette's cunt as she stroked with leather dick. Chiquita pinched Jacquette by the tits.

Seized her suddenly.

Lifted her off the dildo tip.

"Now get her in the ass," Jacoby snorted. "That should be extra-special."

Jacquette relaxed onto the head of the hard leather rig. Chiquita gave her ass a frig. Drilled into the antsy pucker.

"Ow!"

"Just break her ass in a little," Jacoby said. "I can see going easy on her-for now."

The head nudged into the humming hung. Asshole bit deeper, pulling it in.

But her butt wouldn't budge. The cock was fit tightly, held immobile.

"Okay. You can take it out, Chiquita. I'll see to that a bit later myself."

Jacquette pumped her hips in pain. Demanding more cock in her ass. Wanting to reach out with her anus and take it in again and again.

But then the heat was gone.

The cock danced out.

Chiquita lanced once more into Jacquette's cunt. Then undid the latch holding the artificial cockand-balls rig.

She then took hold of Jacquette's hair. Wiped off her cuntscum-caked paws in Jacquette's sweat drenched tresses.

"You suck now?"

"Yes. I want to. I want to suck pussy. I want to suck cock."

"Pussy first."

Chiquita pressed down on Jacquette's shoulders.

Brought her own hips up to meet Jacquette's lips. Loaded her labia in.

Drooling her cuntjuice over Jacquette's chin. Rocking her hips.

Jacquette's moving mouth took in the folds of Chiquita's snatch. The tongue lashed deep within the prize put a pussy.

Jacoby jerked his wanger. Stabbed into his own balls with two stiff fingers.

Advanced into the fray.