Mr. Lancelot was an absolutely, unbelievably, totally out of-sight living doll!
You might think I'm exaggerating, or maybe that my dizzy blonde head had been turned a bit more than usual by the elegant surroundings, or the bubble bath, or whatever. But all anybody would have had to do would be to look at my friend, Dottie, who was staring at Lancelot with a real stricken-deer expression, and you'd know she was getting the same vibrations.
And the worst part is that I honestly don't know what made him so utterly special in the Sheer Male line. He was good-looking, yes; wavy brown hair and nice, friendly eyes, a good solid-looking muscular sort of body, tall… nearly six feet, I guessed. But there was just something special about him… yum, yum. I mean, older girls tell me that Elvis Presley had it, whatever it was, or maybe Frank Sinatra. Just the right wave length, or something.
Whatever it was, it hit me, bang. I felt my little thing actually getting damp, I mean, really. I was creaming just having that utter stud in the room.
Hey, hold onto yourself, girl, I thought, and summoned up all the will power I could find, which wasn't much. But it prevented me from actually hurling myself at him and tearing off his elegantly tailored slacks. I could see Dottie having the same trouble, too.
"Good evening, girls," he said, and Dottie gurgled slightly. I couldn't manage a word, but I tried a smile. He grinned back, reducing me to jelly, and turned the grin on the Chinese chick, who also melted.
"Hi, Cookie," he said, and she uttered a slightly hysterical giggle. "Are you joining our little party this evening?"
"Ohhh!" she said. "C-could I?"
I've been thinking of inviting you for some time," he told her, in that warm, tingly voice of his. "I wasn't sure you'd want to step out of your professional role, though."
"Oh, boy," Cookie said, and pulled off her apron, flinging it into a corner, following it with her cap.
"Is it true about Chinese girls being imperturbable?" Lancelot asked, and she giggled wildly.
"We aren't… inscrutable, anyway," she said. "Hey, boss man, how about drinks all around? I'm a gassy bartender."
"That would be lovely, Cookie." He turned to us. "What would you two lovely children like, eh?"
"Anything," Dottie answered, managing to get reasonably steady at last.
I knew what I'd like, namely I'd like to be screwed six ways and Sunday too by this perfectly groovy stud, but I kept my ladylike cool and said. "Champagne? I'm sort of getting a taste for it."
An enormous bottle of bubbly went into glasses for all, and we relaxed as much as we could. Lancelot sat down on the enormous silk-sheeted bed, and kicked off his shoes, sipping his glass; all three of us got up around him, harem style, me sitting just behind him cross-legged.
"Something of a busy day, today." he said, wriggling his toes. "But exhausting. Feels good to take off one's shoes."
There's the old hex again, Honey, I thought. The gorgeousest stud you've had a chance at yet, and he's all tired out. If he humps one of us, that'll be all. Which means I'm going to be the one, if I can, darn it. To heck with friendship.
"Let me take off those socks," suggested the wily Oriental, and did it. But I had one or two tricks 'up my sleeve, sitting behind him. I started the good old neck-massaging bit, which he really dug the most.
"Aaaah," he said, leaning his head back against my breasts, at which I practically creamed again; but I kept up the neck rub, anyway. Cookie was gently massaging his toes, and Dottie refilled his champagne glass, letting her luscious breasts brush his arms as she did so.
"Mmm," he said, his eyes closed. 'That's lovely, Honey, Keep it up a minute." He sipped champagne, and looked thoughtful.
"Do you girls think you'll like it here?" he asked. We looked at each other, trying to think of an answer, and he chuckled. "Really new at things, aren't you? Do you know, I don't really think you'll stay long, darlings, but I'm glad you're here." He remained comfortably pillowed on my absolutely throbbing boobies as he talked.
"You just strike me as true amateurs, like Cookie here, too."
"We are not," I said indignantly.
"You don't like amateurs," Dottie said, her lip coming out, pouting.
"Ah, you don't understand, Dottie," he told her. "I love amateurs, if they're like amateurs at… say a game, like tennis. That only means they're people who play for the fun of it."
"You said it," Cookie said, worshipfully. "Fun, man."
"Don't let that worry you, dolls," he said. "Enjoy yourselves while you're here, and if you do leave, come and visit us sometimes, hmm?" He stretched his arms out over his head, and with the same movement, caught my head and drew it down to him, mouth pressing mine, tongue darting into my lips, until I nearly fell apart. He moved one hand down, caressing me through the thin negligee; then he sat up.
"It's a difficult choice," he said, thoughtfully, standing up and turning to study the three of us. "Now, how in the world can I pick one?" He studied us again. "How about a drawing?"
"There's a deck of cards in that drawer," Cookie said, and jumped up to get them. Grinning, Lancelot shuffled them with tantalizing slowness, cut, and dealt a card each.
"Now, hold it, darlings," he said, unbuckling his belt and pulling off his shirt. He had a lovely broad cheat, fuzzed with curly brown hair, the kind I dig most. "Before you turn over your cards, let me get comfortable…" He stepped out of his trousers, and turned to face us.
I discovered I was bending the card I held nearly in half. My, oh, MY, I thought, goggling at him in a most unladylike way. He was such a hunk of man, I mean. Even in a relaxed state.
"Mine's a ten," Dottie said hopefully, and I looked at mine, and groaned. A three.
"Phooey," I said, and dropped the card. Cookie chortled wildly.
"A queen, whee!" she bounced like a Chinese doll on the bed.
"Then it's Cookie, and Dottie, and Honey," Lancelot said. Lucky me, end of the line, I thought. When those two get through, I'll get to kiss him goodnight, wow. Dottie looked mildly hopeful, and Cookie was in an Oriental flap, bouncing up and down.
"Now," Lancelot said, coming up to the edge of the bed, "I'm finally going to find out the truth about that story about Chinese girls…"
"Absolutely untrue," Cookie said pertly. "It goes the same way, but lots nicer."
"I'll just check up on it myself," Lancelot said, kneeling on the bed. He caught Cookie's waist with one hand, and with the other he peeled the single tight garment down over her, revealing a smooth golden skin like a peach- small, round tits, and a lovely flat belly that tapered down into a dark-furred mound. She flung herself back, elevating her neat round buttock so that he could peel the garment the rest of the way down.
"Don't get off the bed, darlings, there's plenty of room," Lancelot told us. "And besides, you might want to get into the game some way." He was kneeling between Cookie's raised knees as he spoke, and now he turned his attention to her. "Hey, that's pretty," he said, and bent close to her quivering mound. He scattered kisses around, into the fold of her hip, along her firm belly, and slowly, maddeningly slowly, down toward her downy love-bump. She gurgled with ecstasy as he did it, and then as his lips moved on down, she squealed and bucked wildly; he had evidently reached the right place.
Her golden skin shone with moisture, and her slim legs kicked high in the air as he drove his pointed tongue in and around. Cookie gabbled wildly in Chinese, and arched her hips, squeaking; then, Lancelot lifted his head, laughing.
"It isn't true," he told us. "Chinese girls have exactly the same pretty things."
"Ah, ooh!" Cookie gasped, rolling wildly. "Oh, that… that t-tongue in my twat, aiee… oh, lordy, Bossman, if you s-stop now Ill dieeee!"
Dottie and I were both so wildly excited watching that we were nearly as badly off as Cookie. I leaned toward Lancelot, where he sat, and put my hand around his prong, giving it a pull; it rose like an elevator, and I let go, giggling crazily.
"Hurry up, Lancelot, for heaven's sakes," I gasped. "Give it to her."
He laughed at me, and still sitting, he took hold of Cookie's kicking legs at the knees, and pulled her toward him, spreading her thighs as he did so. Now her pulsating slit was held open and ready, close to his erect organ, and he lifted her swiftly, and thrust her down on it.
As she felt it entering, Cookie uttered a deep, ecstatic gasp, and strove to force her hips farther down, to engulf the delicious rod that penetrated her. She gasped, again and again, as he urged it in deeper, and now he brought her up against him, so that her face pressed against his chest as they sat locked together. His hands ran down her back, and cupped her firm little rear, squeezing appreciatively, and his finger tickled between her bottom cheeks as he moved his hips slowly and rhythmically.
He grinned at us, over Cookie's quivering shoulder.
"Oh, my," he said. "Eeeh. She… was… right about Chinese… cunts… wow, Marvelous!" He moved his hips out at a slowly increasing speed now, and Cookie cried out, bouncing her own hips and rubbing her breasts against him wildly.
"Oh, boy, the… other girls… weren't kidding!" she gasped. "You… you're the wildest!" Her hands were running erratically up and down his naked body, and now she began to quiver all over, wildly. "Oh,… I'm almost there, oooooh…"
Both of us were practically coming ourselves, just watching. Lancelot's hips moved with real speed now, his muscular back knotting as he drove up into the gasping Cookie, with a pounding, climactic thrust, while she clutched at him, squealing, "Ooooh, I'm coming I'm… oh, OH!"
Gently, Lancelot lowered the Chinese girl to the bed, where she lay giggling crazily, and breathing deep, gasping breaths. He rolled over and lay on his back, propped against the pillows, stretching his arms over his head.
"I really must add some Chinese chicks to our crew," he said, grinning at us. He reached for the champagne and drained a glass, while Dottie sat, holding her knees in her arms, watching him under her loosened hair. Her eyes were wide and a little scared, knowing she would be the next.
"Well, look at that," Lancelot said, in a surprised voice, peering down the length of his naked body. His tool had regained every delicious inch, and stood, wavering slightly, ready at attention; he finished his champagne and chuckled.
"Maybe it's like Chinese food," he said, thoughtfully. "A few minutes and you're horny again. Hi, pretty Dottie."
She giggled and said, "Hi."
"Whee," Cookie said, groggily, lying flat on her back.
"What about you, pretty?' Lancelot asked. "In the right mood?'
"If she isn't, do it to me again," Cookie said, giggling.
"It's Dottie's turn," Lancelot said. "How about that, Dottie? Do you like screwing?"
"Oh, golly," she said, in a confused tone.
"You forgot to ask me," I told him. "The answer's yes, yes, yes."
He laughed and stroked my leg, which put me into such a state that I was actually unable to talk at all. Then he held out a hand to Dottie. "Come over here, do." She slid over, and he rolled around, lowering her to the bed and leaning on an elbow over her.
"Mmmm," he said, his lips moving against hers, as she lay quivering. His hands gently opened the negligee, and spread it apart; he moved his mouth down over her lush breasts, kissing the nipples, then into the hollow of her armpits and elbows, while his hands slid down her waist and along her round thighs, stroking.
"Oh, yes, yes," Dottie said, her hands clutching at the sheets and her round hips sliding around and around. Her thighs spread apart, widely, and she lifted her body, toward him, panting. "Yes, I love screwing, damn it. Please… don't TEASE, don't!"
"I won't tease," he told her. "But there's no hurry, is there?" He bent close to her middle, and then lower, his skillful fingers delicately parting her furry triangle, and gently opening the lips. Even from where I sat watching, I could see her pink flesh actually quivering with the maddening tingle of his touching; she moaned and writhed.
"Ooh. PLEASE!" she groaned. "Oh, God. I can't stand it! Put it into me or I'll die right now!"
"Bet you won't," he told her, but moved over her, and placed himself. Her hands grasped toward his stiff rod, trying to draw it closer, and he chuckled, bending nearer to bring his lips down on her stiffened nipples again.
"Aah-uh!" She let out a long gasp as he pressed down against her, his hips thrusting in a deep, penetrating stroke. He had his hands behind her knees, and now he brought her long legs all the way up, folding her up like a doll, until her ankles were hooked over his shoulders. He glanced at me and grinned at my wide-eyed stare.
"This way…" he panted,… gets deeper than any. Oh, my, your friend's a delicious… juicy a… one." He thrust deeper again and again, and each swinging push brought a wilder moan of ecstasy from the impaled Dot-tie. And now he was going faster and faster, the sound of his hips slapping against her thighs like a drumming beat, his body shining with exertion, until Dottie emitted ecstatic wails, like a wildcat.
"Ooooh," I said, and practically collapsed, falling against the nude body of Cookie, who was sitting up a little and trying to watch.
"Look at him go!" Cookie breathed, in sheer awe, her arms around me, and mind around her; we embraced without thinking, our bodies pressed damply together as my negligee fell open.
"He can't do it again after that," I whispered in Cookie's ear, as we watched the two locked bodies twisting and thrusting to-together, and listened to their wild gasps. "Oh, gee, I guess I just get to watch."
"Aw, poor baby," Cookie chuckled in my ear, her agile fingers tickling down along my belly, digging into my belly-button and stroking lower, lower…
"Hey," I said, not really displeased. "Whoops. What's with the finger, doll? I thought you said you weren't that way."
"After the reaming the boss just gave me, Honey baby, I don't know which way I am," Cookie whispered in my ear, and blew into it. Her fingers were roaming in my crotch, now, and one agile thumb suddenly touched my clitoris and rolled it around. It felt as if I had suddenly been plugged directly into ten thousand volts of ecstasy electricity, if you dig me. I grabbed and caught hold of one of Cookie's little firm tits, like a hard little apple; to even things up, she began to kiss one of mine.
"You for me, me for you, wow," I said, and felt down with my hand, till I had Cookie's mound under my palm. Her hair was so silky and down-like that it seemed almost not there at all; her round triangle of swelling flesh pulsed under my hand like a warm kitten. I experimentally put my finger in, and felt around till I touched her little bead-like cut, and she wriggled with joy.
"Oh, golly, maybe we're both AC/DC after all," I said, and Cookie shrieked with laughter, rolling over and pulling me down with her. Her hot mouth moved over my body and I twisted.
She was kissing the insides of my thighs, and she stopped for a second, flinging loose black hair back from her eyes to look up at me with a gamin grin.
"Let's!" she said, and her mouth moved up toward my bush.
As Cookie's sharp little tongue parted my lower lips and began to flick at my clitoris, I had only a moment of clear thought before the waves of orgiastic pleasure rose over my head; I was obviously going to lose out on that gorgeous stud Lancelot, so why not? I dived toward Cookie's neat little Oriental pleasure pit, nibbling madly, as I heard Dot-tie's climactic squeals on the other end of the bed.
Meanwhile, Cookie and I were reducing each other to quivering jello, as we clutched and nibbled at each other. Then, pausing for breath, I heard Lancelot laughing, and looked up at his wide grin.
"Couldn't wait, Honey?" he said, his hand patting my up-ended bottom.
"All… your… fault, boss," Cookie gasped, rolling over and laughing dizzily. "Oh, God, that felt nice. For heaven's sake, carry on while she's still on the boil!"
"You… have to be kidding," I said, panting, and staring at Lancelot's lovely thing, which was almost as good as new from the looks of it. "You don't mean you can do it again?"
"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.
"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.