Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

In a half a minute, Harold came right into the room, rubbing his head with a towel; he took a suspicious sniff, detecting the pot, and switched on the light. There he stood, pink, scrubbed and stark naked, with his tool cooled and limp, and there, on his bachelor bed, sat two-count em, TWO-naked chicks, gigglingly, ready for anything. Tableau!

He simple didn't move, except in one place. There, to refute the YMCA lecture, he rose, fast. His dingdong went up at 45 degrees, and stood, swaying but ready, looking like a bowsprit on an old sidling vessel, and putting out vibrations that were obviously destroying Dottie's mind.

"Lookie!" Dottie said, her mouth open, staring at it.

"Marvy," I said. "Wizard. Hey, Harold baby, what else can you do?"

"What's going on?" he finally managed to ask.

"What's coming off, you mean," I said, and made a snatch, removing Dottie's towel and my own. When those magnificent jugs of hers popped out and pointed at him, he simply goggled helplessly, and stared some more. His cock seemed to add at least an inch, at the sight.

Dottie giggled, wildly, and I did too.

"You get us both," I said, between giggles. "But you have to start somewhere, hurry up!"

"Uck!" he said. "I mean, you… you've got to be kidding."

"No, she isn't," Dottie said, with surprising firmness. "I want to…" and she paused, and added, less certainly, "I think"

"If he won't play, we can always repair Charles," I told her, which sent her into a fit of wild laughter. I was infected, and we put our arms around each other, rocking back and forth, laughing hysterically. Harold, as confused as he could get, came toward us; I don't know what he had in mind, possibly having us both committed to a funny farm, or what… but there he was, within easy reach, and we reached.

We dragged the poor boy down like lionesses leaping on their prey, and had him on his back between us before you could say boo. He was completely helpless; Dottie knelt over him, holding his shoulders, while I had his legs. Only his penis managed to remain as upright as ever, waving away.

"This is silly!" he said, trying to get loose.

"Yep," I told him. "Ooh, Dottie, look at that thing! Can we hang a flag on it?"

"If we had a…" Dottie said, and leaned over to grab at the upstanding mast; those unbelievable jugs of hers hung right over Harold's popping eyeballs, and I felt his temperature going up a degree a minute.

I let one leg go, and used the palm of my hand to pat his dong so it swung wildly; Dot-tie got right into the spirit of the thing right away, and we began a lively round of ping pong, batting it lightly to and fro. Every so often l added a quick fillip to his balls, which were swinging as if they were a double pendulum. He howled with a combination of indignation and frustration, snapping at those swinging fits over his face like a barracuda.

"Now he wants to play," Dottie said, "Are we in the mood, Honey, or shall we torture him some mere?"

"Ooh, am I ever in the mood!" I said. "But let's torture him some more, anyway."

"But nice torture," Dottie said. "We won't wreck him, will we?"

"Try this," I said, and started giving small; wet, fast kisses up his thighs, along the inside, which made him buck like a bronco, especially after I got to his crotch. I took his balls between my teeth, and held them, flicking my tongue, which made him really make a noise or two. In the meantime, Dottie had followed my method, working her way down, peck-kisses along his shoulder, into the armpit, and onward. She had reached his bellybutton about the same time I had reached his bails, and his nose was rammed into her bellybutton as well. He really leaped about at this combination, and I nearly snapped his jewels off; so I let go for a second.

"He's getting away!" I said. "Hold him, Dottie!"

She rose up a bit, and got herself into a comfortable seat, spread legged across Harold's head; only his chin showed, with her curly black pubic hair around it like a beard.

"My, you look great with a beard, Harold," I giggled, and renewed my attentions to his upstanding dong.

For his part, he must have suddenly realized his position, and decided to take such advantage as he could, because Dottie straightened out her legs, and assumed one of those expressions. She looked positively paralyzed with pleasure, her mouth wide open and her eyes dosed, as she squealed, "Oooh, golly he… he's biting, oh, lovely!"

I grabbed at his cock with my hand, gently rubbing it up and down, and took the tip in my mouth, sucking. I was fairly boiling, myself, but I held back, not wanting to go too fast. I wanted Harold to last the course.

"Omigod!" Dottie said, and fell over on her back, kicking. Harold sat up, his eyes rolling and his tongue half out of his mouth, and I compassionately let go of his dingdong. He tried whipping around with the obvious intention of getting into the available Dottie, but I was too fast for him. He had assumed a sitting position, legs down off the bed, as he came around, and I made a quick spring, and landed on his lap, legs spread out, facing him. His cock squeezed right up inside the opening of my cunt, hot, wet, and quivering; the tip touched my clitoris, rubbing deliciously. I grabbed his waist and bounced, uttering wild wails of pleasure.

"Cripes!" he said, and gobbled at my fit, wriggling his hips cooperatively, while Dottie sat up and watched, giggling with wild abandon.

"Oh, wow!" I cried, as the tingle got better and better. I let his cock slide all the way in, and wriggled my hips too, just once or twice; then, with a deep breath, I slid off, regretfully.

"Got… to… divvy fair!" I said. "Whoops, no you don't!" as he tried to pull me back. "Next!"

I put a hand on his chest and pushed, and he was over on his back again; Dottie, quick to catch on, swung over him, on all fours, facing him. She let her luscious bobbies bounce on his nose, squealing with joy, and then, slowly, she lowered her hips to impale herself on his up thrusting wangeroo.

But old Harold-boy wasn't in any slow-moving mood, by now; he brought his hips up, and grabbed her bottom, pulling her down hard, and from the gasp she let out, I knew it had really sunk in all the way.

"Hoo, boy!" he gasped, one hand on her tight round rear, the other squeezing one of the jugs. His eyes rolled at me. "Wow, Honey… wha… who…"

"Gogogo, whee!" Dottie was crying out. "Oh, god, screw!"

Which Harold was doing, well and truly.

"Gluh!" Harold said, and bent up into the air, Dottie pinned up there on his up thrusting pole and flapping madly with arms and legs out, her eyes rolling, coming like a locomotive. "Ooogh!" she said, and fell off, still kicking, as Harold's released cock shot a small jet of hot cream out and up.

"I bet you thought… you were… all through," I said, flinging myself at him, and encircling his wet, hot rod with my lips. I sucked heartily, and dug my fingers into his groin, to encourage him. Ah! It was rising a bit, the blood beginning to pulse in it, and I worked harder at it.

"Oh, cripes!" Harold said, as I thrust an inquiring finger behind him, and ran it up into his rear a bit. It was supposed to work, according to that book of his, and by golly, it did. His cock expanded, nearly choking me; I released it, slid upward like an amorous cobra… that's the way the book put it… and managed to get it between my legs. I sat up, and squeezed down, and now he was inside me, throbbing and pumping.

Yanking him over, I rolled on my back, and lifted my bottom to get it in there even deeper, while Harold pumped it in and out as hard as he could. It took him a bit longer this time, which was lovely, as far as I was concerned; I came once, and nearly blew up, and the second time, and squealing wildly, tried for a third. There seemed to be some extra hands somewhere, and I discovered Dottie was helping out, or observing with interest… it was hard to tell which. She had an arm under my rear, and another one around my front, and she was lifting, squeezing my breasts, and laughing wildly.