Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

"How come I've never seen you around, Babe?" Ginger was asking, with his eyes fixed on my tits as if they were the only pair visible – flattering, I'll say.

"Oh, we swam here," I told him. "From the other side of the ocean."

"I dig a sense of humor," he told me, reaching around and grabbing my left one, which he tickled a bit.

"Wow," I said. "Do them both, there's a luv."

He laughed, and just then, a joint came passing down the circle of revellers. He offered me a toke, which I took, and passed it on. It wasn't very good, I'm afraid. But the stuff does have this, decontrolling effect on me; even one little puff and I tend to forget common sense.

"There's a whole lot of much better pot down there on the beach," I told him. "A whole sackful."

He thought I was kidding at first, but the word got started, and several of the crowd went over to see what we were talking about The cries of joy were really something, especially when the first samples were lit up.

The music improved almost immediately, and so did everything else. Ginger rolled us the biggest bomber I'd ever seen, and we sat down in the sand, a little bit off from the fire, and blew our minds out.

"Ooohoo!" he said, blowing out a huge cloud. He was really a handsome cat, I was thinking, as my eye-balls rolled around a little… even though he seemed a little adventurous. He'd gotten to the tit-squeezing stage and stopped right here, twice now.

"Where did you get this stuff?" he asked, with his groovy little beard sticking out in several directions.

"Me?" I said, really innocently. "Heck, I never saw it before; it's just sort of shipwreck stuff, or something, I guess."

"Oh, boy!" Ginger said. He was watching the goings-on nearer the fire.

"Everybody's stoned!"

A tall, slim chick with nice boobs and long legs was prancing around with a pair of boys, and the action was getting busy. The boys were wearing swimming trunks, and she was down to a towel, wrapped sarong-style, but that hashish was getting to all three of them, I could tell. From the bellows of scented smoke, I guessed that somebody had dropped a couple of generous handfuls on the fire too, and anybody who wasn't turned on yet only had to breathe in deeply to make it.

"Golly, I never saw Priscilla acting that way before," Ginger said, in a puzzled tone. He was grabbing at my boobers again in a sort of absent-minded way, and while I liked that fine, I was beginning to wonder if I hadn't ought to encourage him a little.

Just then the slim chick, Priscilla, lost her towel, and both of the cats with her got rid of their items, too. They were a healthy pair, I could see, and one of them was absolutely marvelously well-hung in particular. Priscilla saw it, too, from the way she acted; she advanced on it like a tigress on a prime bit of spring lamb. She took a flying leap into the air, legs spread out, and landed on that boy's prong as neatly as if she'd been practicing. He went over backward, with Priscilla on top, both of them whooping away; and there he was, on his back in the sand, with the girl on top, her bottom going up and down.

Just then the second cat decided he had to have some of the action too, and came on fast. He grabbed Priscilla's busy rear, and spread her cheeks, sliding it right on in; and from the way she cheered, it was plain she thought two could screw as neatly as one, or whatever the saying is.

But my backward swain seemed contented to massage me a bit here and there and watch the action with a few amazed noises. At this rate we weren't going to get anywhere, I thought.

"Past!" I said, and blew in his ear. "Hey!"

He responded with a tentative pat or two an inch or so below my belly button, slid his hand a little further down, and suddenly caught on to the fact that I'd removed the bottom of my bikini again. The news didn't seem to encourage him, though, and I had to grab his hand to assist his explorations.

When his fingers got into my bush, you'd have thought he was getting an electric-shock treatment the way he jumped. He still had his jeans on, too, but I thought I spotted an encouraging bulge so I reached over with my free hand and unzipped him. His prick popped right out, a nice large one. But he looked at it as if he'd never seen it before. It was hard to tell in the flickering light, but he looked as if he were blushing.

But between all the hashish and my own natural inclinations, I just didn't feel like any more preliminaries. I reached over again and got a firm hold on him. It felt like a nice meaty, hot staff and regardless of what he thought, it was as ready as it was ever going to be.

"Hey!" Ginger said. "What? I mean."

"Oh, goody!" I said, and pulled on his dong a bit. "Come on, good-lookin'."

"I never did," he said, in a worried tone. "Gee, I…"

He was probably the only virgin on the beach, I thought, and lucky me, I get him.

"Quit fooling around, then," I told him, and slid up close. I leaned over and bumped my nipples against his chest, using both bands in his crotch now.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting, Hon?" I asked in my sexiest voice, and started yanking his jeans down around his ankles.

"Oh, BOY!" he said, fumbling around. But he still looked worried.

"It's simple," I whispered in his ear as we wrestled around. He was on top, by this time, kneeling between my thighs, and I was doing all I could to navigate him into the right arrangement. His wispy little beard was tickling the hell out of my nipples, and I was feeling in a minute.

"You… just… put it right there…" I told him, and got his dong in, just a tiny bit. I was all wet and wild by now, and my frustration was getting out of control. I bit on his ear furiously.

"Damn it, ffffuck me!" I yelped, pulling him down, and his thing slid all the way in. And then, glory be, he lost the shies or whatever had been ailing him, and he started pumping like anything, gasping and gurgling cries of joy.

I was so turned on that I lost control; I couldn't do anything clever at all, but I just lay there, kicking and wriggling, and absolutely dissolving in it. I was coming like crazy, and then he uttered a whuff like a mad gorilla and shot a perfect flood, grabbing me until I thought I'd break in half. But he didn't stop; he just keep on pumping until-all of a sudden-it happened AGAIN.

"Oh, GINGER, whee, what a stud!" I gurgled, the two of us soaking in musky sweat as he kept on, frying for number three. I reached down and around, curled my fingers around his tool, and let out a wild squeal as he drove it in hard for the big finale… and he made it!

"Uck, ook, uff," was about all he could utter, as he went completely limp.

All I could say was a whispered, "Oooh, man. Too much!"

But, as I was beginning to discover about myself, there wasn't any such thing as too much.

There was for Ginger, apparently; he was completely gone, crashed in flames. He was lying there with a silly smile on his face, one foot still caught in his jeans. I looked up, and peered into the darkness, where I could hear a rhythmic sound of flesh slapping on flesh and Dottie's voice occasionally raised in erotic cries. I rolled over on my belly in the warm sand, feeling delicious; it was certain that I'd have to wait awhile for my busy friend over there, though.

Then I noticed that I was still feeling… well, interested. It worried me a tiny bit, in a way. I wasn't thinking too well, but the thought went through my head… gee, maybe I was some sort of sex nut. I suddenly realized that I'd had it twice, both times pretty well, too, and inside one single day; and I was getting these signals again. I wanted more, wow!

Well, all right, I'm a sex nut, I thought. Or maybe it's my glands making up for lost time, or something.

I stood up and stretched; it felt great, being naked in the cool sea breeze, with my skin all hot and glowing. I moved quietly away, stepping over a couple of intertwined bodies here and there, peering around for Dottie.