Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

I could feel that great big rod pulsing madly, as Ax bumped up and down, and from the way he was panting and kissing my neck, I could tell he was getting ready, all right But as far as I was concerned, I wasn't halfway there, in spite of feeling all nice and tingly all over. It looked as if Was going to be on the losing end of this game, and I made up my mind to try reversing things a little.

Ax emitted several bull-noises, and thumped it in right up to the root; but all the olive oil must have made his hands slippery, because I managed to slide around, very like an eel, and his tool came out with a pop like pulling a cork. Before he could do more than assume a surprised expression, which I could see by looking back over my shoulder, I lifted my rear way up, reached down, and tucked that pretty Greek thingie where I felt it be-longed, right in my quiff.

Ax might have been surprised, but he wasn't one to back out of anything, not that one; he slid it right on into me, where it felt like I'd been measured exactly for it Tight as a glove, in fact; I opened my mouth and meowed with the sheer pleasure of it, and started rippling and pulling on his dong with all I had.

"Whooooeeee!" he said, and then something explosive sounding in Greek, and he began pushing harder and harder, squeezing me as if he were trying to make Greek wine out of me.

"Ooooh, my, that's the right place!" I said, and started melting like hot ice cream. I caught one glimpse of Dottie, and in the middle of an orgasm, I began to laugh my head off, which fortunately didn't interfere with a thing. It was really funny though; Dottie had evidently decided against the Greek method en mute, just as I had, but had tried a different approach. She had Perry on his back and was vainly, but enthusiastically, trying to gobble all of him. She had only managed to get a third of his tool into her mouth, but she had the remaining two-thirds in her hands, and was doing all sorts of things to it.

But I was coming like a fountain, and so was Ax, and I just couldn't really pay much attention to what was going on over there.

"Oh, my, oh… lovely, marvelous, fabulous…" I was burbling away in Ax's ear, and he was gasping like a whale, and muttering Greek. I heard Perry making similar noises, too.

After a bit, Dottie and I sat up and started catching our breaths; but our Greek swains looked as if they weren't ever going to catch theirs. Perry managed to make it as far as the bar, where he fixed another round all around; then the two of them sat there, squeezing here and there, but not showing any signs of an immediate return to action.

"Uh," I said, to Ax. "Your father… he's the captain of this ship, right?"

He opened his eyes, which were a bit glazed, and nodded.

"I think I remember somewhere, something about the captain being the one who deals with all emergencies, sort of," I said, sticking out my lip; I sipped the drink Perry had brought, and cast a quick look at both brothers. Dottie looked at me, and I looked at her.

"What's that big red button there?" Dottie asked, innocently.

"Uh?" Perry said. "Oh, that Emergency alarm to the bridge."

She reached over and pressed it, and a loud gong went off somewhere overhead. There was a sound of running feet, and Gene burst into the salon, puffing and frowning. He stood there for a second, in the open door, staring at the scene.

Perry and Ax had both jumped up, a bit guiltily, and dumped me and Dottie on our respective couches, where we reclined, looking seductive and smiling prettily at the captain.

"Who push button?" Gene demanded. "Is only for emergencies, like fires and sinkings?"

"Oooh, Captain, are you any good at putting out fires?" Dottie asked, innocently, and wriggled her hips a bit. I giggled and lifted a glass, gently trickling a little iced liquid down on my damp breasts.

"Might be a fire any minute down here, Captain Gene." I said. "Maybe you ought to stay and take care of it"

"OhohoHO?" he said, in that deep bull voice of his, which gave me all sorts of shivery feelings up the spine; and he grinned at both of us. Then he picked up a jug of wine off the bar, and threw back his head, draining it off.

"Is Greek saying, never send boy to do man's job," he commented, and then jerked his thumb at his two sons. "You fellas, go run ship for awhile or something, ha."

In a moment, we were alone; Gene ran a hug ham-sized hand through his iron grey mop, and grinned at us.

"Hey, what we got here?" he inquired. "Two nice girls, naked like Aphrodite, and it looks like my boys hardly up to stuff. Maybe I got to get cook to put more vitamins in their dinners, hey?" He glanced from one of us to the other, and belched thoughtfully.

"Hard to tell where to start," he said. "Okay, we do both."

He shucked his shorts, and laughed deep in his throat as we both sat staring in awed silence. This one would make his sons look like bunny rabbits, I thought. Even in what I assume was half-mast position, Gene's prong was a mighty sight.

"Nice, hah?" he commented cherry, and came over to sit down between us; one huge arm around each of our waists, he lolled back, chuckling, fingering my tits with his left hand and Dottie's with his right.

"Yah, is too bad," Gene said, his hands wandering around on us. "Young fellas nowadays… not up to enough. Is funny, though, I notice girls do just same as grandmas used to when they were girls, bet. Me, I like American girls, yah." He gave us impartial bites on left and right ears, chuckling.

"How you like American boys, Sweeties?" he inquired. "You get enough, yes?"

"Well…" I said, a little doubtfully, and Dottie lifted an eyebrow, meaningfully. Gene roared with laughter.

"Same trouble all over world," he told us. "We sail all over, everywhere girls complain, not enough… hey, what's American word for it?"

"I think he means screwing," Dottie said, demurely.

"Balling?" I suggested.

"Hey, you know all words?" Gene said, with a surprised grin. "Listen, I learn English in Berlitz school; they don't teach good words. How about you teach me some words, hey?"

"Words?" I said, and I must have looked a bit put out.

He laughed harder than ever. "Okay, tell you what, we not stick to just words, hey? But every time I point, you tell me English words, I tell you Greek ones; we mix busy with pleasing, yah."

Both of us fell into fits of giggles, which Gene seemed to approve of, roaring harder than ever. He controlled himself long enough to grasp my bobber with thumb and finger, as if he were testing a grape, an bent to give it a smacking kiss.

"Wow!" I said, tingling.

"What you call that?" he asked, goozling Dottie's boobies a bit for good measure.

"Oh, wow!" Dottie said. "Eeeh. Breast, tit, eeh!"

"Boobies, bumpers…" I started to say, but he laughed louder than ever, and grunted some more Greek.

"Lots of words for everything," he said, and swung Dottie up, as she squealed in surprise, and dropped her, spread-hipped. on his lap. From the open-mouthed noise she let out, I gathered the idea that the enormous thing had been growing since my last quick look at it a few seconds before. I certainly wasn't at half-mast then.

He crammed Dottie down on his lap, with her nose on his chest, one big hand on her bottom, and jounced her up and down, guffawing happily as he did. His other hand went all the way around my waist and down into my lap, flipping around in my sticky fuzz. I squeaked and rose like a pheasant, till I was standing on the seat beside him; but his active thumb followed me up, still flipping away like crazy.

He flung his head back, and swung me around, lifting as he pulled; I got my legs over his shoulders, until I sat astride him piggyback, or possibly piggy-front would be the right word. His mustache bristled right there up against my tender pink mound, and when he laughed this time, it felt as if a hot wind were blowing right between my thighs. I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself, while below, Dottie was enjoying the ride of her life, from the sound.