Noreen first time

Chapter 4

Slickened snatch soaked through Noreen's cabbage patch. The wet goo matted the hairs of her thatch.

She'd been all horns before, but catching Slash right in the act turned her on more.

"I-uh-I think this bathroom's still occupied at the moment," Slash stammered. "There's a little overcrowding of the onboard facilities, Noreen."

He hoped he wouldn't have to provide more explanation. Anything else would prove too ludicrous to choke out with a straight face.

Slash closed the door to the airplane's restroom behind him. How long had Noreen been out here?

Waiting?

Listening?

Had she been watching-trying to watch-through the seams of the door?

And did it all matter anyway?

"You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get these drinks," Slash said to her.

"Sure I would. Why not go back in? I'll come in with you. I'd like to watch."

"Watch me take a piss?" he grinned insouciantly.

"Sure. If it's down the throat of that hot bitch you've got in there."

"You don't understand."

"Oh don't I?"

"We had to go in there-the flight attendant and I-into the bathroom."

"I can understand that."

"So I could slip her-uh-uh-slip her the dough. For the drinks. Cause strictly speaking we were over the limit-didn't want anyone to see-"

"Good story, Slash. You know-you must-you're so charming I think I'll let you get away with that one. But remember you owe me."

Slash shut up. Let her think what she wanted-if she wanted to think that way. Which would be the worst. Which, in this case, was correct.

"Listen, Slash. If you'd have let me watch you take a piss, I would have held it for you."

Seemed that Noreen was a savvy little piece of tail. Might come in handy to have her around after they touched down.

Slash took a gander back toward the bathroom. The door was angled open and Desiree was nowhere in sight.

"Fucking movie's starting," Noreen sneered as the lights in the cabin went down.

"Good. I like to ignore things like that. Think I can manage?"

Noreen turned.

Blew into his face.

"It'll be dark, at least," Noreen sighed. "Maybe we can catch a few Zs."

As he and Noreen slid into their seats, Slash jerked out several small bottles of vodka, gin, and tequila. He snapped off the bottlecaps.

Slopped the alcohol into their two plastic glasses, on top of soft, melting ice cubes.

Noreen wrapped herself in the small riding blanket. Huddled next to the window.

"Here."

"What is it?"

"Vodka, I think."

"Who gives a shit."

Noreen drained the glass. Held it out toward Slash. He dumped the contents of another small bottle in.

"Gin this time."

Noreen nodded, sipped. She slid a cigarette from her case and lit it up.

Slash saw Noreen slide her feet out from under the blanket. Wiggled the tips of her toes.

"Take them off," Noreen said.

Slash reached over and took hold of the toes to her thin-soled slippers.

He folded them off her feet. Dropped them to the floor beside the seat.

"Now how about a kiss," Noreen said.

She showed her teeth.

He leaned into her.

Mouths met.

He wrapped his arm around her neck. Licked downward. Her back pressed forward. Driving her tits into his chest.

He felt the breastmeat seethe as she suspirated. Her teeth grated.

"I want you to touch me."

He covered her mouth with his face. Ran his hands along the outside of her body.

"Touch me now. There."

She clutched her bosom.

Released the boobs.

Allowed them to bounce.

"Go ahead, Slash. I want you to touch my breasts. Feel me up."

He worked his palms between their joined bodies. Nudged them over her nipples.

"Mmnimm."

Throbbed them with his thumb.

"Oooooh, gawd. I want to really feel it. Harder. Get them harder."

Slash wrenched his hand into a fist. He took hold of mounds of titmeat.

Pressed.

Pushed.

Yanked tit.

Noreen slid her face away from his. Edged away out of his embrace.

Slash saw her hands work about her torso beneath the blanket.

The leer waxed across her lips.

"You gonna take your top off?" he said.

"Did."

Noreen flipped her crumpled jersey to the seat in front of his face.

"Come on, Slash."

They rejoined their embrace.

Through the blanket, Slash felt the tits on her chest move lively. The nipples bounced and bobbled from finger to finger.

He palmed one bud.

Allowed one paw to linger.

The nippletip screwed itself tighter.

Pulled itself inward.

Pointed out.

Picked at his palm.

"Mmm. I want it naked."

Slash obligingly slipped his hands beneath the blanket. Noreen shuddered as he drew his cool fingers up her ribcage.

His fingers found her feel goods. He crept up the. mountain of titmeat.

The breastbud nips gave him the slip.

Tight niptips darted from his grasp as he tried to trap them.

Noreen's mouth opened and she strung her teeth along his earlobe.

Her tongue lolled forth and reached inside. Running around the furrow of his-ear.

"Nnnnngh."

His hands played with her titties. Stretching them out by their ends.

And then turning them like knobs. Kneading them like bread dough.

Slash cranked his head about to check if anyone nearby was watching. He then ducked his head underneath the blanket.

Brought his yap down on her pap.

The nipple speared into his lips.

She winced as he torqued it about, holding it between teeth and tongue.

"Chew me."

Noreen squirmed as the nipples were pulled out one by one.

First by the man's maw.

Then by his paw.

Then again with his jaw.

Sucking tit into his craw.

Fresh boobflesh acrawl with claws.

He lanced into her nipples with his fingernails. Pinched them up.

"Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni!"

Puckered his yip over the tips of the tit.

Herky-jerked his head.

Nearly yanked the tits from her ribcage.

His hands played lower on her torso.

Fingertips fondled her navel. Caressed the edges of her hips.

Slash's mouth moved lower. Long tongue trailed from the tips of her tits down and along each one of her ribs.

"Ah."

With a whip, he was again up her chest.

He sank his teeth into the tissue between her armpits and shoulder.

Ran his tongue underneath her arms. Sucked down the rank juices from her underarms. Tasted the tang of her briny rutsweat.

Again his mouth mauled her knockers.

Then the tip of his straightened tongue drew a line between the dugs down directly into the belybutton. Wormed about.

Slipped in and out.

"Nnnnngh."

Slash felt down her backbone. Clipped his fingers into the waistband of her tight leggings. Felt a slice of asscheek.

"Eeeeek."

His paws grabbed up loads of fannyflesh through the tight material.

Then he slid his flat palm down between her dimpled assmeat.

Brought the slim fingers into contact with her treasure trove.

His thumb nobbed the anular ring of her buttocks. Her asshole nibbled back.

The warm wetness of her snatch soaked his fingers through her tights as Slash moved his digits toward the front.

Through her pants, Slash seized tufts of twatfur. Located the clitoris.

Whipped it with his fist.

She buckled as he struck her. Knuckles frictioning clit.

"Oh, gawd, Slash. I can't stop."

He brushed the stubble of his beard down her tummy. One hand on the thatch. The other rustling about her rump.

Her buttocks began to hump.

Noreen wiggled her fanny from side to side in the seat. She hooked her heels over the armrest and arched her back.

"Help me, Slash."

She hooked her thumbs around back, into the waistband of her pants.

The stretch material gave way and her ass popped out. Stash's hands worked the front. He drew the tights, entangled with Noreen's underpants, down over her mound of cunt.

Slash snuggled her midsection beneath the blanket. Smooching down her Venus Mount.

Feeling the crispness of her cuntfrizz snaggle the barbs of his beard.

His nostrils were filled with the fumes of her hive. The heady vapors drove him dizzy.

He lifted his head.

Inhaled.

Tossed his head backward. Stripped the blanket from Noreen's nearly unclad frame.

"Jesus Fuck," Noreen snarled, grabbing at the blanket to cover herself. "Gimme that."

"Down in front," a voice sounded somewhere in back of them. "You know, some of us is trynta watch a movie we paid for."

Slash dipped his head down. Hunkered it once again underneath the blanket.- Went straight for Noreen's clit. Bit.

"Eaugh!"

"Quiet."

"Shhhhh."

"Hsssss."

"The fuck's the movie, anyway?" Noreen said. "Can't be that good."

There was a sharp tug at Slash's heels. He duck his head out from under Noreen's blanket.

Desiree stood in the aisle, leaning in low over the twosome's entwined forms.

"Excuse me, sir-and madam," Desiree said with flaring nostrils. "We've had a number of passengers suggest that I ask you to be a little less rambunctious up here."

"Of course," Slash said.

"Don't worry," Noreen said, lighting up a new fag. "We'll keep it down."

Desiree turned away.

Tossed back a leer over her shoulder. Aimed her glare like darts directly in Noreen's eyes.

"Fuck her," Noreen coughed out.

"Quiet!"

"Frigging ninnies," Noreen belched. "I said we'd keep it down, Slash. Now down, boy."

Noreen thought she must be crazed. She never would have ventured into this territory before. Something had happened in her head after she had been pitched from the team.

There was new freedom out there, Noreen at once was able to see.

A brave new world to conquer.

She writhed as Slash's beard stubble brushed the insides of her thighs. His tongue tickled her twattips, attacked her cuntfolds.

Simultaneously, his hands molded the globes of her hiney.

He basted the nates with juices slick from the fingers that had dug in her cunt.

With her very own juices, Slash slathered the opening to Noreen's bum.

"No."

The first fingertip tamped in."

Noreen's rectum squeezed back.

Slash tongue continued to work in her crack. She arched her back.

The finger syruped farther up her rump. Her hips began to hump.

The licks of his tongue tore at her from the front. Noshing her quim to jam.

When Noreen jutted her backside down, it jammed the finger farther into her asshole. Brought her insides to a boil.

Then when she thrust her pelvis up, Slash's tongue cut deeply into her snatch.

Catching up great folds of cunt. Working her, jerking her orally. Sending her oils slathering down the insides of her gams.

Noreen felt herself bubbling up toward orgasm. There was a twang inside.

A bing inside her clit.

Giving her a fit.

"Oh, excuse me," the female voice ejaculated. "If this seat is empty-"

"Urp!" Noreen eructed.

Slash snapped his head out from underneath the blanket. Craned his neck around.

"I wanted to smoke a cigarette," the woman's voice-familiar to Slash-said in the darkness. "They gave me a seat in the nonsmoking section. I thought if I came back here-"

"Maggie!" Slash said.

"Shut up!"

"The fuck?" Noreen slimed from her mouth. "What is this-a gawddamn convention hall? Who is this? Another of your doxies, Slash?"

"Slash?" the woman's voice said. "And I do believe I recognize your friend too."

Noreen focused her eyes in the darkness.

"Coach Haller!" she said.

"Formerly," Margaret Haller said. "We seem to be on equal ground now, Noreen. All of us. We're all out of work."

Noreen looked around. She was quickly coming down from her rutlust high.

"Say, listen, Stash," Maggie Halter was saying.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No. We were just napping."

"Yeah, just napping," Noreen shot out.

Noreen thought that Maggie Halter, for a woman who was widely rumored to be a dyke, seemed pretty keen on the malefuck scene. Up close and loose, Maggie seemed to have shed her inhibitions. She was younger than most coaches-perhaps almost as young as Slash.

And it was clear that she did emanate a certain animal heat. One that Noreen felt with a rush of cold sweat was not strictly AC or DC.

Maggie leaned into Slash. Whispered. "There's something I want to talk to you about. Privately, I think would be best."

"You can say it in front of Noreen," Slash sussurated back.

"Maybe later. It's wild stuff. About the new coaching staff."

"Uh oh," Slash said. Turned his head toward Noreen. "Business. Sit tight."

"Sure," Noreen said. As Slash and Maggie marched down the aisle, Noreen belched. "And don't be too long this time," she murmured.

She rolled her pants back up over her hips. Filched her jersey from the floor, wrapped it around her shoulders beneath the blanket.

Closed her eyes.

Sobbed and cried.

Slash cocked his head back.

"I want to get back to Noreen," he said to Maggie. "She's still pretty broken up."

"So am I," Maggie said. "She's just a gymnast. I'm a coach."

"Well, all of us could go on bawling all night. So what's up? Or did you just want to get me alone? Try to fuck me?"

"Go on. Kid me."

She came in close to him.

Grabbed his lapel.

"Say," Maggie said. "I can smell at least two different kinds of perfume on you."

Slash shrugged.

"Here's the third," she said.

Maggie tore her tongue from her mouth. Plastered it all over Slash's lips.

"I was only kidding," Slash said.

"I'm not."

"Let's-uh-go to the bathroom."

"That's the best place."

Slash and Maggie passed by the rear galley on their way to the restroom. Desiree was bent over the trashbag. She looked up.

"Did you see that glare?" Maggie said. "What was on that bitch's mind?"

Slash pushed Maggie through the door. By the time he got inside, Maggie was unbuckling the belt to her flightsuit. She had the front unzipped.

Mountains of tit adorned her chest.

Her navel winked Out. Fringe of cuntfur barely visible beneath her hand.

"There is something I do have to tell you, Slash. And it is serious."

"Shoot now."

"The new coach-Hank Jacoby. A real letch. First thing he does is strip down everyone he can. Has this psycho spic Amazon deflower chicks in front of him with a big leather dildo."

"Then he has his follow-up romps filmed. Usually not the first."

"Well, Maggie. Didn't you get the handle of being the kind of babe who enjoys going down on girls herself?"

"That's different."

"Oh?"

"We do it because we like each other. Sisterhood. Girl-to girl friendship. And I do not engage in extortion. Understand?"

"Christ."

"Now get those fucking pants down."

"Have to be quick. I have to get back to Noreen. I mean, she's-"

"I understand. Now shut up and fuck me. Now. Right in. I'm all juiced up."Maggie unzipped her flightsuit down around underneath her crotch.

A ravishing display of cunt folded open before Slash's gaze.

His vision was a haze.

Mind was a haze.

All he knew for sure was that his cock was out. He was crawling on top of Maggie's box.

"In. Now."

The stick twirled upward. Oinked its snout into Maggie's brewing quim.

The cock cackled as it lurched ahead. Beaking its way to the neck.

Pecking in farther. Burying itself thunderingly to the very hilt.

"Yum."

"Want more?"

"Up to my neck if you can."

Slash stabbed upward.

The heft of his dong lifted Maggie from her haunches. Launthed her into a loop.

The cockmeat grinned.

Bore in deeper.

The next thrust caught Maggie's insides. Dragged them open wide.

The thick meat measured itself out the lips of Maggie's twat.

Then stroked inward.

Striving to be stuck as far into quim as had any dick in history.

"I'm coming," Maggie said.

"Damn fast."

"I want yours now too."

"I can get some brewed up."

Slash stroked his pecker within her hide. The prong pricked her from side to side.

Sweat broke out across her face.

Mist spattered from her mouth as she breathed ‘heavily through clenched teeth.

The clutch of nougats in his sac began to burble. Semen seeped into his cords.

The wad of nutmeats cringed.

Come coursed its way up into the shaft of prick. FLipped down the length.

"I can feel it."

The blare of cream seemed full of thick curds as it chugged into Maggie's fuming pussy. The sourmilk smutch of Maggie's puss dripped between her legs into the toilet.

The chunks of cockcome mixed with ladyooze. Frothy liquids stewing.

"That was pretty good-"

"Pretty-"

"Especially for a quickie, Slash. I know you have to get back to your girlfriend. I won't abuse anymore of your time."

"Got any feelers out for a new gig, Maggie?"

"Not yet."

"Be in New York long?"

"Few days. Checking with my agent."

"You know how to reach me."

"I will."

"And listen, Slash."

"Yeah?"

"If that bitchmeat flight bimbo is still out there. Ask her to bring in some tissue. This can ran out."

"Oh-"

"It's okay. I know her-kind of. Or I know her kind, anyway."

"What kind's that?"

"The easy kind. Desiree's her name-I think that's the one. I fucked her on another flight already-last year."