Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

The other two were also large, muscular types both with black curly hair, and looking a good deal alike. All of them looked goggle-eyed, and you couldn't blame them.

"I lost the top," Dottie explained, quite unnecessarily.

"We weren't drowning," I said. "But thanks anyway."

"Oho!" the large gentleman with grey hair said. "I see!" He grinned with glittering white teeth, and pulled an enormous bandana from his pocket, handing it to Dottie. "It is not polite, please to excuse. But they are so pretty. Ha!"

Dottie knotted it around herself, but took her time. However, once those two were out of the way, the men started noticing me a little, too, which I accepted with a ladylike flutter of the eyelashes.

"Me, I am Eugenious Polycopulos," the older man said, bowing. 'These are my sons, Pericles and Anaximander…"

"Call me Perry," the slightly bigger one said, with more white teeth shining. "And Ax," the other one said. "Can't ask people to manage Greek names."

"Yes, so," the old man said. "Me, then, Gene, like everybody is calling me anyway, ha. So, you were not after all drowning when we fetch you out, like the Venus from the sea, hey?"

"I'm afraid not," I told him. "But don't let it worry you."

"But you must not be chill, yes," he said, and clapped his hands. "Diomede!"

There was a steward and there were drinks. Then, there we were in the salon of the yacht, very slightly warmed up with that marvelous booze, laughing and telling jokes, entirely at home. Gene turned on a record player and we danced; things got chummier and chummier.

The one called Ax seemed to have more or less selected me, while the other was paying attention to Dottie. Gene, who told us he was the owner of the yacht, divided his time between both of us, and it was all very exciting, if confusing.

"We are traveling around for pleasure, you understand," the one called Ax was telling me. He had his arm around me, and his fingers kept sliding up under my bikini top, very sneaky.

"Ah, pleasure," Perry agreed, walking his fingers around on Dottie's tummy, and grinning. "It's because we are Greeks, and Greeks are always great travelers. Odysseus, Columbus, all those. For instance, we Greeks are always going around the world."

"But everywhere we go, we still think the Greek wine is best, yes," Gene said, and poured some more all around. He put another record on and began snapping his fingers. "Also, the Greek dancing, the Greek sense of rhythm, ha." He skipped, and leaped, twiddling his heels, and Perry jumped up, and joined him, twirling around. "Yoi! Evoe!"

Gene spun around some more, and puffed a bit, grinning widely. "But I must leave you, excusing, please…" lie said. 'To do this and that…" He exited, and suddenly Ax's fingers took to exploring a bit faster. He managed to catch my left nipple and started to rotate it, as if he were trying to tune a radio. It felt very nice indeed.

"Eee," I said. "I think you're getting the wave length."

"Oh, American girls are so humorous," he said, and tried the other nipple for fine tuning.

Perry, on the other big seat, was trying his version of the same approach on Dottie, who seemed to be enjoying it too.

"You would like to travel, yes?" Perry was panting in Dottie's ear, while she wriggled. "Explore, maybe?"

"You're both explorers, I see," I told Ax, who was darting his tongue into my ear, and had his other hand down inside my bikini bottom, stretching the material quite a lot One of his long, busy fingers was sliding down the crease between my cheeks, tickling like crazy, and I simply couldn't wait for ever, much as I appreciated all this attention. It was time to get down to essentials.

I reached over and grabbed the zipper on his shorts and gave it a good solid yank, all the way down.

What popped out was… well, I just haven't got the right word. Surprising? What an understatement!

Ax just grinned, looking pleased with himself, as he had every right to be, while I looked over the bit of Greek architecture I'd uncovered. He slid off his shorts, and kicked them into a corner, still grinning, and I just sat there looking at it for a moment longer.

"Wow!" I said to Dottie, who was sitting and looking at it too, just as agog as I was. "Isn't that thing the living end?"

She stuck out her lower lip and shook her head. "I think it's too big," she said. "I mean, it's nice. But it's too big. It'll never fit"

Ax was still standing there in front of me, his hands on his hips, allowing me to get a very close look at his manly physique. It was at least ten inches long, I thought, but maybe it was that Greek wine getting to my eyesight Also, it was rather slim, with a lovely round top, all flushed and ready-looking. I leaned back, and put my hands behind my head, fluffing out my hair nicely, and letting the postion lift my breasts up in that way men like, which seemed to get Ax even more interested.

"I don't know, Dottie," I told her. "You might be right, but a girl can only try. Hey, why don't you see if old Perry over there has anything like this?"

"After all, we're brothers," Perry said, getting up and removing his shorts.

Dottie looked from one to the other, and I did too, but we just couldn't make up our minds.

"I think Perry's is shorter," Dottie said, after a minute, wrinkling her brow. He looked slightly put out, and she hastened to add, "Only by a hair – and just as pretty."

"Hoi!" Ax said, advancing toward me. "This is maybe a beauty contest?" And he grabbed me, and began to peel me, not a very difficult task, when you remember what I was wearing.

I just didn't have time at all to pay attention to what might be happening to Dottie for a few minutes, because Ax was doing so many interesting things. I did my best to cooperate, but it got awfully difficult to remember all the bits rd read in Harold's' books; still, I don't think I did too badly.

He was pretty big at that – all over; at one point he collected my right tit in one hand and squeezed, grabbing me between the legs with the other and literally tossing me up in the air like a doll-a head-spinning experience. However, a second or two later, I managed to get a firm grip on his jewels and started playing ping-pang with them, which heated him up a lot.

Just about then I caught a glimpse of Dottie, who was spread out across the other seat; Perry was pouring brandy into her bellybutton, and they were both giggling like lunatics as he tried drinking it out again.

"Oof!" I said, half across Ax's lap. "I'm as hot as a firecracker!" I grabbed that elegant dong and gave it an encouraging pull or two, rolling over on my back as I did it. I was sort of hoping we'd give up the Greek wrestling and get down to brass tacks.

The next things I knew, Ax was doing exactly that, but not quite the way I'd expected. He rolled me over, bottom up, and both big hands grabbed my bottom cheeks, spread them apart, while he laughed like anything.

"Ooooh, ouch!" I shouted, loudly, as I had excellent reason to shout; he had inserted his thumb into my rear in a way I had simply not expected at all.

"Hoohah!" Ax said. "For this virgin, the Greek olive oil is the best thing, so." And he splashed something oily about, which he'd probably grabbed off the cabin shelves overhead; and the next thing I knew, that long slim tool was sliding into me by the rear entrance, all the way.

To my complete surprise, it not only didn't hurt, it felt rather nice; but much as I hate to kick over classical tradition, it wasn't nearly as much fun as the other way. It was for Ax, though, from the way he was carrying on; and his hand got underneath me, and he fingered away at my slit, which nearly made up for the rest.

From Dottie's indignant squeals, I quickly gathered that Perry had done exactly the same thing to her, and turning my head, I saw that I was right There was Perry, pushing at least half of his enormous length up between Dottie's tight round cheeks, whiles she bucked around and yelled; and he seemed to be enjoying it as much as Ax was.