Noreen first time

Chapter 6

Primed pecker poked at Noreen through the thin fabric of her blanket. She was huddled up, drearily asleep.

Her back against the airplane window. Legs folded up over the seat's armrest.

Noreen felt the dried tears crackle on her cheeks and eyelids as she rubbed with her fists. Her mouth broke into a yawn.

A pair of lips capped on over the bottom half of her head.

Tongue lolled forth.

Dangled down her throat.

Hard male body moved up and down her gams.

Stand of cock rolling like a log.

As the dude jacked on her leg like a dog.

"Slash," she muttered.

Her cuntlips stuttered.

She reached with her hand through the blanket. Found his cock and yanked it.

"Mmm."

Then she jabbed the prick with her fingers. Hard.

"Ugh."

Hammered the ballocks with her fist. "Shit."

"Listen, Slash. You've really made hash of my head tonight."

"How can you be so uptight?"

"You!"

"What did I do?"

"First of all, you came-on to me."

"I fell for it."

"That's not me, Noreen. You did that to yourself. I made it clear-"

"You were insincere."

"I never said anything at all about this being any more than a physical attraction. I mean, I really don't know you."

"But that's good enough for you to want to fuck. Just not good enough to talk to."

"Want another drink? There's still some more vodka and tequila left."

"Sure."

He snapped open a couple more small bottles of clear alcohol. The movie credits were rolling on the screen in the front of the airplane cabin. Several flight attendants were making their rounds, offering small pillows, thin blankets, cups of coffee, cocoa, and tea to the passengers.

Slash gazed into Noreen's sleepy face. Judging just how far gone she was.

"Here, Noreen."

"Thanks."

She slurped her drink.

"Want a few tranques?"

"Huh?"

"Tranquilizers. I have some Tranxene my physician prescribed to help you chillout."

"No, thanks. Especially not with all this booze. Maybe a cigarette."

"You're right," Slash said.

"And another thing," Noreen said with a rustle of snot in her nostrils, "not to change the subject. But you weren't even straightforward with me about those other bitches."

"Whatever they might have done-I admit they tried to attack me-was purely by happenstance. I didn't go into it knowing or even anticipating they would be going after me."

"You paid me no respect at all."

Her nostrils flared.

Her voice seared.

Her teeth bared.

"You went off and fucksucked some slut stewardess supposedly in order to get some drinks."

Noreen belted down the remnants of her vodka. Coughed as she dragged on-the lit butt.

"Then when that cunt-our supposedly lesbian former head coach-Maggie came up and pretty much shoved her tits into your face-"

"That was business."

"Business! You know, I took off my top for you. Had you feel my tits. Naked."

"I appreciate that."

"I even pulled down-I let you pull down my tights and panties."

"That was wonderful of you, Noreen."

"I let you stroke my cunt. My nude cunt! Let you rub the stubble of your beard against my cut. Even let you suck on it."

Slash leaned back in his seat.

He kept his mouth calm, relaxed. He would let her talk herself out.

Then he'd help her out.

"And you didn't even have the gawddamn decency not to tear yourself away from me at the first scent of another woman's cunt!"

"Listen, Noreen. I gotta take a wicked piss. Don't worry, I'll stay out of trouble."

"Fuck you. And fuck your lies. You can take that pecker of yours and shove it right up your own stinking backside. Fuck yourself in the hinders. Fucking gayboy faggot."

"I shall return."

"After you've fucked some other bitch sow you happen to horn into? How long will that be this time, you fucking male whore?"

"Momentarily."

Slash slipped into the aisle.

He walked unsteadily as the airplane kept jarring in a current of rough air. As he rounded the last row of seats before the rear cabin galley, the plane lurched once more.

Slash recovered his balance by grabbing onto the edge of a seat backrest.

But the plane chugged again. His knees swiveled and he juddered off balance.

A pair of paws nabbed his hinders.

"Thanks, mate," he said.

"My pleasure."

Slash hooked his head around.

Came face to face with the graceful traces of womanly wisps of hair. The tresses ensnared his ears, and curled into his nostrils.

"Sorry," he said.

He made to move from the woman's lap. She held his haunch in firm embrace.

"Uh-"

"Shut up," she said huskily.

Slopping her lips onto his.Her hair covered his head entirely as she bent him backward in her lap. He felt her hands crawling up and down his ribcage.

Grazing lower. Loping along the lean steely loins. Groping his groin.

"I got a problem," she whispered.

"I wouldn't have known."

"It's-uh-mental."

"Really?"

"My psychiatrist-the shrink called it-what's the fucking word-?"

"Nymphomania?"

"Yeah, that's it. He said I was a kind of-uh-nym-nym-nymphomaniac."

"Absurd."

"I gotta flow with it, dude. You know? Like, that's how I am."

"Yeah, I know. I am what I am too. Just like a lot of people."

"You game?"

"I was just going to the john."

"I'll join you."

"I-uh-my girlfriend's sitting right up the aisle. I don't think I better-"

"Bullshit. This is your good deed today. In the service of mental health. How could she possibly be so callous, so selfish?"

She shoved him through the bathroom door.

"I like being nude," she said. "Mind if I take of all of my clothes?"

"Uh-sure-I mean-no! Go right ahead. Whatever you like."

"But I want you to keep yours on. Like you just came upon a naked nymph sitting on a log by a forest, stream."

"Yuh. Okay."

She peeled her sweater off over her head. A stack of bib book knocked about her chest. She jammed her hands down the back of her skirt.

Unzipped the fly.

Ripped off her hose, panties, shoes, and skirt in one continuous motion.

"Take it out," she said. "Maybe just the tip at first. Surprise me."

Slash shot his hands into his pants. He hefted the enlarging prong from within his briefs.

Exposed the pricktip.

The plane jumped again in the air.

His crotch straddled her face. Long dong glanced down the slant of her cheeks.

She grasped his buttocks and held his dingdong to her face.

Then drew him downward.

The back of his pants fell down over his ass. The nymphomaniac slit her fingernails into the crack. Jabbed the anus.

His cock twitched.

Prick stuck into her tits.

"Um!"

His balls basted her ribs with his sweat. Stinger binged against her nipples.

As Slash collapsed into her lap, the nympho relaxed her legs. Her knees spread open and Slash slid in between.

She stripped the skin from his pecker with hacking jacks of her firm fist.

Crunched crisp cockmeat.

Brought it down low.

Brought her hips up.

The tip of his penis wafted against her tightlipped twat. Prickhead popped its opening onto the pussy.

Giving her jimjam a friendly smooch. It tapped back like a pooch.

Cuntlips kissing his prickhead.

Slash's blue veins pulsed along the length of his lingam. The blood boiled from the crown on down into the cockroots.

Her cuntlips parted.

Parched labia were smacking.

Sputtering smutch.

Trembling to the touch.

And his dong slanted in.

"Ngh."

Pumped into quim.

"Aaaaah!"

Then her twat began to stammer in response to the impact of his yammering hammer.

"I need it!" she said.

"So do I."

"But I need it now"

"I'm giving it to you, aren't I?"

"But I have a craving. I need an injection. I'm addicted!"

"Oh, shit," Slash said. "You're a fucking junkie. Should have known."

"No, honey. I'm addicted to love. I'm addicted to orgasm."

"Go right ahead."

"Ungh. Youwnghck."

He continued his rut. Couldn't tell if she were blasting off or not.

What was it again?

Slash had read that nymphomaniacs couldn't get off. That's why they had to fuck so much.

But wait!

Somewhere else he had heard that nymphos were addicted to come-needed a shot of jissom just like an opium-gorger needed a narcotic.

Which was it?

Or was it both?

"I need a shot!"

"Coming up-hot." Slash rustled his rump.

The jizz piped up his spermatic cords. Like electrical wires, the jissom lines let loose the juice.

Jumping sperms flailed their tails like tadpoles. Gametes goggled at the opening through which they were to be pitched.

"Uhraucgh!"

The semen spat wildly from his cockhead. Into the dead center of her twat.

Joyjuice rinsed down her insides.

Slash yanked the prick by the shank. Aimed it directly at her dugs.

Clots of sperm snapped onto her tits. A bulge of come glugged into her navel.

A wedge of sludge edged into her armpit.

The nymphomaniac's nimble lips managed to catch a few stray strands of prancing jissom. She smacked and swallowed it gleefully.

Scum from his dingaling sizzled onto her hide.

She mashed it into her tits.

Spitting out saliva mixed with her own sweat. Dribbling over her chattering chin.

The stab of pisspain nailed Slash in the nuts. As much as he liked to fuck, he really did have to take a piss.

And in truth, it probably did not matter in the least to this nymphomaniac just what kind of dick got into her. He could take leave of her quickly. Let the next dude who chanced by take up her challenge where Slash had left off.

"Take care, toots," Slash said. "See you again? Yes? No?"

The nympho's mouth hung open. Her hands groped her groin.

"Where is it?" she sang out. "Where oh where has that cock gone? I want dick!"

Slash slammed through the door.

He felt that his bladder would burst. The pressure in his kidneys was killing him.

He glanced down.

His prick was still out.

Hanging down the front of his pants.

Slash lunged for the nearest bathroom door.

The plane rolled again. Drove him against the door to the bathroom across from the one wherein he had left the puling nympho.

The door was poorly latched. Slash crushed through and battered into a couple of bods.

Two women, entirely naked.

In Sapphic embrace.

One seated on the commode. The other balanced on her lap.

Kissing each other's faces.

"Sorry, ladies," Slash gagged out. "I gotta take a leak. Any objections?"

He laid his wanger into the sink.

"I need a drink," a husky voice said.

Her fingers grabbed Slash's balls. Yanked him around sideways.

Slash felt her lips slurp up and down the length of his strung-out dong.

"Jeez!"

"Desiree's got good mouthworks," Slash heard Maggie say. "Doesn't she?"

"But I have to piss like a bandit!"

"Don't be so shy," Desiree sneered. "It isn't as if we're not acquainted."

She jabbed his ballocks. Struck the root of his dong. Wiped the head of the shlong with her tonguetip and suckered violently.

The initial drizzles trickled over her teeth. Then the flow of pizzle increased.

Slash thought Desiree's mouth would never cease. Her lips pulled piss from his pecker.

Pizzle pumped over her tongue.

"Yum."

Drenched her face.

Piss poured down her back.

Urine glazed her tits.

Desiree's mouth split wide open like a watermelon that had been slashed nearly in half with a machete.

Maggie wriggled beneath Desiree's piss-drenched body. Rubbing the fresh liquid into her skin.

"She wants it in her now, Slash," Maggie said. "Can't you tell?"

Desiree whimpered on Maggie's shoulder. The cheeks of her ass were flared open.

Cuntmeat hung moist and exposed. Asshole grimaced in hungry pain.

"I'm not in the business of doing favors," Slash said. "Mercyfucking and other charity cases are completely out of the question from here on in."

"Stick it up my ass," Desiree choked out. "You already pissed me down, you brute. Now take my ass. I beg of you!"

"What can I say?" Slash japed. "Someone's got to play the good guy."

He shrugged his shoulders.

Aimed his prong.

Slid it right into the center of the raised puckering donut of her haunch.

Bull's eye!

Corked her with his cock.

Felt his rocks go into shock.

Desiree's asshole clutched the head of his dong like a screaming victim whose final chance was to have held onto a lifesaver.

Before being engulfed by the maelstrom of an oceanic whirlpool.

Desiree gobbled like a drowning woman. Her asshole ate at Slash's pecker.

He chugged his hawg on up.

Pumped her harder.

Gave her some more.

The lights went out in the restroom. The rutting bodies were tossed to the side.

Slash's cock was caught in Desiree's asshole. Nearly yanked it out at the scrotum.

Maggie fell off her tuffet.

Crushed her quim into Slash's elbow.

"That's a new one," Maggie said. "Fuck me with your shoulder next!"

The next bounce of the plane came, and Desiree popped off his cock.

There was an announcement that the flight had encountered more than the reasonably anticipated pockets of turbulence. All passengers were requested to fasten their seatbelts.

Sit with their backrests in an upright position. And all passengers not in their seats were hereby requested to return thereto.

Cock in hand, Slash cracked open the door and crooked his head about. The hatch to the restroom across the way flung open.

There was the nymphomaniac, muttering, stuttering. Frigging her quim and flailing away at her clit maniacally.

"You can't leave now," Desiree moaned. "Maggie and me need more fuck."

"Just a second," Slash said.

He leapt across the narrow open space into the other head. Took a deep breath.

Slash gripped the nympho by the wet hairs on the back of her neck. Clutched a handhold in the enormity of her sweat-sweetened book.

He rolled her forward like a bowling ball.

Pitched her body across the hall. Her wet nakedness stuck to the outside of the bathroom door as he pried it inward.

"Unh. Ugh."

The nymphomaniac sunk in a heap at the feet of Maggie and Desiree.

"Thanks a bunch, Slash," Maggie cackled. "We can use some reinforcements."

Desiree mewed with drool cascading from her maw. "Don't forget to return to your seat. Snap that belt on. Sit up straight."

"Thanks, toots," Slash said. "You've done your job and in that regard have been a most attentive flight attendant."

He slammed the door shut.

Leaned against the outside of the head as he heard the squeals within rise to a fever pitch. The scents of bitchbroth, rutsweat, semen, piss, and rectal mucus perfumed the air.

Slash looked down to check the status of his pecker. Shoved it into his pants.

Did a dance as he zipped up the fly.

Another flight attendant waltzed by.

"You know, sir," she said, glancing over at the head. "You're supposed to be in your seat."

"I had to go-"

"I know we all occasionally have to take a leak. Mind if I escort you? For safety's sake. How about it? Give me a break."

Slash went white.

He stammered.

"I-I-I j-just spoke with another-nother-other f-fflight attendant about the very same thing. I'm going. I'm going. Gone!"

He flew down the aisle toward the seat where he had last seen Noreen.

He turned his body sideways. Took a gander back toward the rear of the cabin.

The last flight attendant was rapping at the door to the latrines.

The door to the head in question crept open slightly. The new stewardess shot in a withering leer. Slipped inside.

Except for Slash's eyes, she was sight unseen.

Slash continued down the aisle. Found the row of seats he was looking for.

Spied Noreen's huddled, slumbering form.

Adjusted the hang in his haunch.

Crouched, stepped in.

Slumped beside her.

Felt her rise from her sleeping dreams. Extend her legs along his.

Her hips twitched.

All of a sudden-unbelievably-Slash's prick itched. His anus smirked.

"Who'd you fuck this time, ace?" Noreen said without a trace of irony.

"No one you'd know."

He kissed her face.

They embraced.