Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

"Encourage me a little, and I can do it again and again and again," he said. "I take vitamins."

"I love vitamins," I said, wriggling around until I was leaning over his lap. "Beautiful vitamins." I circled his prong with my finger and thumb, sliding it gently up and down; with my other hand, I cuddled under his family jewels, rolling them around like a pair of big old marbles oh, my. "Golly, what a set," I told him. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and took the head of his luscious object in, running my tongue around it in a quick circle. The darn thing expanded so quickly that I almost got stuck.

"I still don't believe it," I told him, kissing the thing again. "You're doing some sort of trick. Nobody can keep it up that long."

"This isn't even one of my best days," he said, modestly.

"You come see me on one of your best days," I said tickling a sensitive spot on him. He laughed, caressing me.

"My, you're a confident one, Honey, aren't you?"

"Oooh, you," I said. "What a stud. Listen, you're a gas, I admit, but I'll bet I can go at it longer than you can keep it up, so there."

He laughed. "I'm tempted to try," he said, looking down at me speculatively. "But it might not be quite fair, darling. I mean, I've done a little already."

I looked over at the nude form of Dottie, sprawled out and still quivering a little, and I laughed too.

"No bet, then," I told him. "Not this time." I stuck out my lip, and pouted at him. "But you could try, anyway, bet or no bet, hey?"

"I could certainly fry," he said, pulling me to him. His arms were really strong; he squeezed me up against his chest, pressing my round boobs into flat pancakes, while his knees started pushing my thighs apart. I didn't need any preliminary fooling around, hot after the wild tickle and twiddle match with Cookie. I was as nicely moist and ready as I'd ever been, and the playing with Cookie hadn't used up a thing. It was as if she were dessert, but he was the main course.

So I rolled over and yanked him right down atop me, and his great big marvelous thing slid in as if it was on wheels, right up into me, setting off sparklers and firecrackers all the way in. He didn't waste any time either; he slammed it in and kept slamming, driving the breath out of me every deep push. I was floating around in sparkling oceans of pure pleasure, but I managed to get control of my muscles down there, and started squeezing-a long, pulling squeeze each time he drove it in.

Oh my, but it took willpower to hold onto enough self control to keep manipulating. I wasn't about to come-I was already coming and coming and coming, wild waves of whee splashing right up over my head, bent up in a half-circle right off the bed. But he was gasping wildly himself, and I felt that lovely thing in there starting to pulse harder with every stroke. I grabbed at him underneath, cramming him closer than ever, and he panted into my ear.

"Oh, Honey baby, you're amazing!"

"We're both amazing!" I gasped, feeling how close he was now to the big one. "Eeyow!" I heaved and roiled, with a big effort, and got him all the way over on his back. and myself locked atop him. Now, l used my hips, thrusting down harder and harder, so his tool entered me as far as possible.

"Honey, baby, how… the hell… can… a teenager?… " he was panting, and then he clutched at me, straining upward as he released, again and again, his grip bruising my tender skin as he thrust.

But I was merciless; I refused to release him and my fingers tickled and caressed at his softening flesh while I moved my hips insistently on his; in a moment, I had brought him nearly back to full erection, and once more I pressed myself down onto him. This time he ground himself against me tighter and tighter, and finally rolled over on top of me to thrust in a wild crescendo of drumming flesh to a climax.

"Oh, ooh," he said, lying limply across my hot wet body, as I lay quivering. "You… win… this time."

"Are you… sure you don't want a little more?" I said in his ear, running my hands down the backs of his thighs. He laughed weakly, and I did too.

"It's a damned draw," I gasped, and lay as limp as he.

I don't know how long a time went by before one of us stirred; but it was quite awhile. The first one to actually make a sound was Dottie, who uttered a long, drawn-out breath, and then a sort of whistle.

"That's what I say, too," I heard Cookie say, in a faint voice. "Oooh, my, what a stud." I was half underneath Mr. Lancelot, and I wriggled out, to sit up and look at things. He was lying on his face, with a silly smile slightly visible, and his eyes closed.

"Oh, boy," Cookie said, peering down at him. "You certainly did it, didn't you?"

"I hope we didn't kill him." Dottie said anxiously.

"Heck, no," Cookie said. "But Honey, sweetie, you sure turned him every which way but loose. Do you know, you're the first one to do that since I came to work here? The very first girl to out screw old Superstud here?"

"Everybody helped," I said modestly. But I was a little anxious about cute little old Lancelot, at that. I tried tickling his ribs, and he merely punted without opening his eyes.

"Don't worry," Cookie advised me. "If you could die of that, he'd have gone long ago." She giggled. "But he finally did it to me, yippee! I've been trying to get him to notice me for months. Hey, maybe he'll do it again one of these days, if I'm lucky."

"Not the way he is right now," Dottie said. "Golly, I'm all damp and hot and sticky. Cookie, come show me how to turn on that marvelous bath tub."

Both of them scrambled off the bed, and in a moment, clouds of steam began to billow out of the bathroom door, and wild feminine giggles. I left our unconscious employer on the bed, and went into the bathroom, carrying an ice bucket with champagne in it.

Cookie and Dottie were frolicking in the water, pinching and giggling; I sat down on the rim, and paddling my feet, pouring tizzy all around.

"Wonderful," Cookie said, tipping up her glass. "Hey, you two kids are a couple of cool kittens, you know. Most of the girls around here are pretty square, actually."

"You wouldn't think so," I said, wondering. "I mean, how could they be?"

"That's the way it is," Cookie said. "Not many of the customers are wild studs like Lancelot."

"Hey," Dottie surfaced, blowing bubbles, wet hair around her face. "Let's give him a bath!"

"Crazy!" I said. "Maybe it'll freshen him up!"

The other two scrambled out of the huge tub, and all three of us ran into the bedroom, where Lancelot still slept face down, unaware of his fate. We grabbed him, arms and legs, and lifted; he was a solid young man, and no lightweight, but the three of us swung him between us, heading for the bath. Halfway there he came partially awake, and asked what was happening.

"It's bath time!" we said, and lowered him in, with a splash. He came up with a number of bad words, but as soon as he saw the three of us standing around the rim of the tub grinning, he started to laugh too. No man could have been in a bad temper under the circumstances. I mean, there are three pretty naked girls standing looking down at you as you splash around… now, how would you feel?

"Aba!" Lancelot said, and caught Cookie's ankle, tipping her in with another gigantic splash. I wasn't about to be the last this time, so humped in, and Dottie followed. I dived under the surface and grabbed, catching Lancelot's cock in my hand; that poor overworked prong was as soft as butter, but I hung on anyway, as I came up for air.

"Oh, it's you, Honey," Lancelot said, and managed to slide out of my grip, laughing at me. "You won the contest, kid. Hey, let me have a breather, will you?" He floated, grinning.

"How about a return match?" Dottie suggested boldly. Cookie roiled in the water, lasciviously, lying on her back and coiling around Lancelot like a small snake.