Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

As she felt it entering, Cookie uttered a deep, ecstatic gasp, and strove to force her hips farther down, to engulf the delicious rod that penetrated her. She gasped, again and again, as he urged it in deeper, and now he brought her up against him, so that her face pressed against his chest as they sat locked together. His hands ran down her back, and cupped her firm little rear, squeezing appreciatively, and his finger tickled between her bottom cheeks as he moved his hips slowly and rhythmically.

He grinned at us, over Cookie's quivering shoulder.

"Oh, my," he said. "Eeeh. She… was… right about Chinese… cunts… wow, Marvelous!" He moved his hips out at a slowly increasing speed now, and Cookie cried out, bouncing her own hips and rubbing her breasts against him wildly.

"Oh, boy, the… other girls… weren't kidding!" she gasped. "You… you're the wildest!" Her hands were running erratically up and down his naked body, and now she began to quiver all over, wildly. "Oh,… I'm almost there, oooooh…"

Both of us were practically coming ourselves, just watching. Lancelot's hips moved with real speed now, his muscular back knotting as he drove up into the gasping Cookie, with a pounding, climactic thrust, while she clutched at him, squealing, "Ooooh, I'm coming I'm… oh, OH!"

Gently, Lancelot lowered the Chinese girl to the bed, where she lay giggling crazily, and breathing deep, gasping breaths. He rolled over and lay on his back, propped against the pillows, stretching his arms over his head.

"I really must add some Chinese chicks to our crew," he said, grinning at us. He reached for the champagne and drained a glass, while Dottie sat, holding her knees in her arms, watching him under her loosened hair. Her eyes were wide and a little scared, knowing she would be the next.

"Well, look at that," Lancelot said, in a surprised voice, peering down the length of his naked body. His tool had regained every delicious inch, and stood, wavering slightly, ready at attention; he finished his champagne and chuckled.

"Maybe it's like Chinese food," he said, thoughtfully. "A few minutes and you're horny again. Hi, pretty Dottie."

She giggled and said, "Hi."

"Whee," Cookie said, groggily, lying flat on her back.

"What about you, pretty?' Lancelot asked. "In the right mood?'

"If she isn't, do it to me again," Cookie said, giggling.

"It's Dottie's turn," Lancelot said. "How about that, Dottie? Do you like screwing?"

"Oh, golly," she said, in a confused tone.

"You forgot to ask me," I told him. "The answer's yes, yes, yes."

He laughed and stroked my leg, which put me into such a state that I was actually unable to talk at all. Then he held out a hand to Dottie. "Come over here, do." She slid over, and he rolled around, lowering her to the bed and leaning on an elbow over her.

"Mmmm," he said, his lips moving against hers, as she lay quivering. His hands gently opened the negligee, and spread it apart; he moved his mouth down over her lush breasts, kissing the nipples, then into the hollow of her armpits and elbows, while his hands slid down her waist and along her round thighs, stroking.

"Oh, yes, yes," Dottie said, her hands clutching at the sheets and her round hips sliding around and around. Her thighs spread apart, widely, and she lifted her body, toward him, panting. "Yes, I love screwing, damn it. Please… don't TEASE, don't!"

"I won't tease," he told her. "But there's no hurry, is there?" He bent close to her middle, and then lower, his skillful fingers delicately parting her furry triangle, and gently opening the lips. Even from where I sat watching, I could see her pink flesh actually quivering with the maddening tingle of his touching; she moaned and writhed.

"Ooh. PLEASE!" she groaned. "Oh, God. I can't stand it! Put it into me or I'll die right now!"

"Bet you won't," he told her, but moved over her, and placed himself. Her hands grasped toward his stiff rod, trying to draw it closer, and he chuckled, bending nearer to bring his lips down on her stiffened nipples again.

"Aah-uh!" She let out a long gasp as he pressed down against her, his hips thrusting in a deep, penetrating stroke. He had his hands behind her knees, and now he brought her long legs all the way up, folding her up like a doll, until her ankles were hooked over his shoulders. He glanced at me and grinned at my wide-eyed stare.

"This way…" he panted,… gets deeper than any. Oh, my, your friend's a delicious… juicy a… one." He thrust deeper again and again, and each swinging push brought a wilder moan of ecstasy from the impaled Dot-tie. And now he was going faster and faster, the sound of his hips slapping against her thighs like a drumming beat, his body shining with exertion, until Dottie emitted ecstatic wails, like a wildcat.

"Ooooh," I said, and practically collapsed, falling against the nude body of Cookie, who was sitting up a little and trying to watch.

"Look at him go!" Cookie breathed, in sheer awe, her arms around me, and mind around her; we embraced without thinking, our bodies pressed damply together as my negligee fell open.

"He can't do it again after that," I whispered in Cookie's ear, as we watched the two locked bodies twisting and thrusting to-together, and listened to their wild gasps. "Oh, gee, I guess I just get to watch."

"Aw, poor baby," Cookie chuckled in my ear, her agile fingers tickling down along my belly, digging into my belly-button and stroking lower, lower…

"Hey," I said, not really displeased. "Whoops. What's with the finger, doll? I thought you said you weren't that way."

"After the reaming the boss just gave me, Honey baby, I don't know which way I am," Cookie whispered in my ear, and blew into it. Her fingers were roaming in my crotch, now, and one agile thumb suddenly touched my clitoris and rolled it around. It felt as if I had suddenly been plugged directly into ten thousand volts of ecstasy electricity, if you dig me. I grabbed and caught hold of one of Cookie's little firm tits, like a hard little apple; to even things up, she began to kiss one of mine.

"You for me, me for you, wow," I said, and felt down with my hand, till I had Cookie's mound under my palm. Her hair was so silky and down-like that it seemed almost not there at all; her round triangle of swelling flesh pulsed under my hand like a warm kitten. I experimentally put my finger in, and felt around till I touched her little bead-like cut, and she wriggled with joy.

"Oh, golly, maybe we're both AC/DC after all," I said, and Cookie shrieked with laughter, rolling over and pulling me down with her. Her hot mouth moved over my body and I twisted.

She was kissing the insides of my thighs, and she stopped for a second, flinging loose black hair back from her eyes to look up at me with a gamin grin.

"Let's!" she said, and her mouth moved up toward my bush.

As Cookie's sharp little tongue parted my lower lips and began to flick at my clitoris, I had only a moment of clear thought before the waves of orgiastic pleasure rose over my head; I was obviously going to lose out on that gorgeous stud Lancelot, so why not? I dived toward Cookie's neat little Oriental pleasure pit, nibbling madly, as I heard Dot-tie's climactic squeals on the other end of the bed.

Meanwhile, Cookie and I were reducing each other to quivering jello, as we clutched and nibbled at each other. Then, pausing for breath, I heard Lancelot laughing, and looked up at his wide grin.

"Couldn't wait, Honey?" he said, his hand patting my up-ended bottom.

"All… your… fault, boss," Cookie gasped, rolling over and laughing dizzily. "Oh, God, that felt nice. For heaven's sake, carry on while she's still on the boil!"

"You… have to be kidding," I said, panting, and staring at Lancelot's lovely thing, which was almost as good as new from the looks of it. "You don't mean you can do it again?"