Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

"I'm surrounded," he said, and then emitted a surprised yell as I managed to lay hold on his handle again. It wasn't quite as limp as it had been, though it certainly wasn't it's old self either-yet. I gave it a twiddle and told the other girls, "The patient's recovering."

"Whee," Cookie said, and dived under the water, competing with me for a grab, while Dottie circled around us. Under water, we wriggled, each gaining a hold on Lancelot's tool only to lose it to the other one, until he started to play rough himself. He caught at my leg and his hand grasped my furry mound, his thumb neatly inserting and holding me. I squealed helplessly, caught; but at the same moment, Cookie must have gotten an even firmer hold under water. Lancelot yelped and fell over; as he went over backward, Cookie was momentarily visible amid the waves, her pink mouth firmly gripping his prong. Water washed out of the tub, all over the floor, and for a minute. I thought we'd all drown.

"Ohmigod, ENOUGH!" Lancelot yelled, and escaped Cookie's grip, climbing out hastily. 'There's a shark in there," he said, panting; then. as Cookie hurled herself out after him, he retreated to the bedroom, where all three of us caught him on the rumpled bed, and held him down, screaming with laughter.

"Look at this, will you?" I said, from where I sat on his thighs. His cock had regained a good deal of size and ring; I took it by the end and held it up for the others to admire.

"Let's draw for him again!" Cookie suggested, but Dottie and I both objected.

"I think you're too lucky," Dottie said, firmly.

"Hey, don't I have anything to say about it?" Lancelot asked. Dottie's luscious bottom was planted on his chest, just below his chin; he lifted his head and tried to bite it, playfully.

"Let me catch my breath a minute," he begged "Then…"

"I don't think we ought to let him up," Dottie said. "He might get away from us."

"Do you know you've got an absolutely magnificent ass?" Lancelot asked her, from his position just behind her seat.

"I do, don't I?" Dottie said, turning her head to look down at him with a pleased expression. Suddenly, he managed to free a hand and reaching for her, he placed the hand on her belly and moved her backward a few inches with a hard shove. His head vanished under her, and Dottie's expression suddenly became very surprised.

"Eeeeeee!" she said. "Oooh!"

Lancelot's hand slid out, feeling around, and suddenly caught Cookie by the leg, sliding up. She uttered a pleased squeak, and drew the hand up, holding his wrist with both of her own hands, until his agile fingers had reached her slit; then she managed to insert several fingers at once, and fell over backward, gasping.

I wasn't going to get left out of this game; I flung myself across Lancelot's thighs, and seized his tool in my hands. It was standing up nicely, now, so I went to work with tongue and fingers, until he began to kick and wriggle wildly. With his nose buried in Dottie he could hardly speak too clearly, but it sounded as if he wanted something. I wasn't sure what.

I knelt over his heaving hips, my legs spread out, and took the end of his tool between my fingers, tickling a little to keep the old zing up; then I slowly slid down onto it, sliding it into me. I tightened my muscles on his too, as it slid, and wriggled my hips around, which seemed to make him act as if he were getting goosed with a live wire.

Dottie suddenly tipped over, gurgling with pleasure, and Lancelot's head was visible again, wearing an expression of absolutely zonked-out ecstasy. "Ooh, ash," he said, waving his hands at me as if he were trying to grab 'me, but missing.

"Wow, it… feels… wonderful… " I gasped, bouncing up and down, his enormous thing squeezing into me and out, and in again. I closed my eyes and let out a wild yelp of joy; then, I slowed down and held still a second.

"Hey, Cookie, want to?" I said, giggling at her expression. "Come on, fair play all around." I rose slowly, letting him out of me, and rolled over; Cookie leaped, spreading her golden thighs as she came atop him, and down, driving her hips onto his with a yip. I leaned over his head, nibbling his nose, enjoying the completely boggled expression.

"I want to try some of that other stuff too," I told him, and moved my hips around into the same position Dottie had occupied; Dottie now lay, half over him, giggling feebly. I bent very low and peered down between my legs, backward, at Lancelot.

"Hey, have I got a nice ass too?" I asked.

He was almost incapable of answering, laughing and gasping as he was.

"N-nice!" he said. "Oh, wow, what are you kids… trying… to do? K-kill me? WhooEEl" I dropped atop his face, and felt his nose tucked neatly into my warm open slit. A second later, his tongue went to work, and I nearly exploded. Oh, my, it was better than the straight variety, in some ways.

Unfortunately, it didn't last too long, what with everything that had led up to it, and Cookie's frantic activity, Lancelot had no more zeal left. In a few minutes, we all lay in a frazzled heap, arms and legs tangled, completely exhausted.

"Good morning, girls."

The voice came out of the ceiling, and it startled me wide awake. I discovered I was in the big bed, but alone; evidently Dottie had gone to her own bedroom next to mine, and Cookie had vanished to her own place too. Except for a deliciously tired feeling, I wouldn't have known what a small orgy I'd been having the night before. The window was open, and I could see the city in the distance.

"Dottie and Honey? Are you both awake?" the voice said. It was Mr. Smith's voice; probably the speaker was in the other room too. I sat up, and the voice chuckled approvingly.

"Mr. Lancelot was terribly pleased with you girls," the voice said. "If you will look over on your bed tables…"

There was a large orchid pinned there, and something green wrapped around its stem; I grabbed for mine, and opened it, and it was a wad of money. Five one hundred dollar bills!

"However, Mr. Lancelot has asked me to say that-he does not really feel you should stay with us. He says that the trouble is that you enjoy your work so much that you may very well wear our customers out, and while he will regret losing you, we must consider the larger Picture."

"Gee," I said, regretfully.

"Mr. Lancelot suggested that you stay for a day or two, till you have other plans clear in your minds. There's no hurry, naturally. Of course, if you should see any clients you're particularly taken with, you may… ah, turn a trick or two, as we say in the business. And Mr. Lancelot particularly hopes you may be around for the weekend orgy scene, if you're in the mood."

"Orgy?" I asked. "What do you call last night, anyway?"

Mr. Smith's voice chuckled. "Dear me, hardly a full-sized orgy."

"I hope we didn't get the maid into trouble, inviting her to stay," I said, anxiously. "I mean, Mr. Lancelot seemed to think it was a good idea."

"He thought it was an excellent idea." Mr. Smith said. "He is thinking of installing an entire Oriental wing, to be called the Wang Dynasty Rooms… "

There was a buzz and a click as he turned off his microphone. I slipped on a robe that hung at the bedside, and padded to the door, and opened it. Dottie, sitting up in bed in her room, looked at me.

"He left me five hundred dollars!" she said, excitedly. "Wow, I didn't know balling was worth money."

"Me too," I said. "But I guess he's a bit special. Plain ordinary balling is just for fun."

"If we stayed here, we'd make lots of money," Dottie said, round-eyed with thought.

"Not if the customers kept dropping dead from too much of a good thing," I said. "Dottie, baby, not everybody is like Mr. Lancelot."

"Nobody is," she said, her pink tongue dampening her lips reminiscently.