"A ball with the kids" - читать интересную книгу автора (Logan Brad)

CHAPTER NINE

Poke lay in his bunk, looking up at the blue sky and enjoying the boat's gentle motion. In the main cabin, voices mingled with the sound of frying bacon. And when the smell of breakfast reached him. Poke climbed out if his sleeping bag.

The head was between his cabin and the main cabin, so he slipped into it. The tiny basin was just the right height for washing his prick.

His morning toilet completed, Poke joined Sue and John at the table for breakfast. He was glad John had slept through Sue's and his perversions. But when he looked at Sue, his conscience, as well as his prick, stirred.

"I don't like that northerly wind," John said. "Could mean bad weather."

John turned on the radio, and he tuned in the marine forecast. "Small craft warnings, northwest winds twenty-five to thirty knots, gusting to thirty-five, seas five to eight feet, visibility five miles," the announcer said.

"At least we'll be able to see where we go down," John said.

"Should we sail?" Sue asked. "We could wait here 'til tomorrow."

"Yeah," John said. "But the winds won't be so bad here, with Marshall and Gull Islands to the north. The seas in the bay are never too bad. And Loon was built for heavy weather. But it's up to you both. What do you think, Poke?"

"I'd like to sail. That is, it you do," Poke said, although the weather report made his heart pound.

"We can slip into Deep Harbor if it's too rough, can't we?" Sue asked.

"Sure. So we sail?" John asked.

Sue and Poke nodded.

John made more coffee. He filled a big thermos, since it was going to be too rough to make coffee later. By the time they went on deck, the wind was already freshening.

Poke watched John raise the mainsail only until the first set of reef points were along the boom. They tied the reef points around the boom so only three-quarters of the sail would be used. Even so, the wind made the sail crack like rifle fire. Then they hanked on the smaller jib and hoisted it.

When they cast off, Poke's heart was in his mouth. But with shortened sail, Loon ignored the stiff breeze. Poke relaxed.

But as soon as they left the harbor, Poke found that a reefed sail didn't make the weather go away. In the protection of the harbor the wind had been blocked by the hills and the seas spent their energy on the point of land that jutted across the harbor's mouth. Now they felt the full force of wind and waves.

They were headed due north, a close reach from Longneck. So they trimmed the sail and headed into the weather. Loon plowed forward but, every now and again, water was tossed over her deck as a wave hit Loon's bow. And, in the fierce wind, moving about and talking was difficult.

Sue went below and passed foul-weather outfits to John and Poke. With the yellow rubber jackets and pants on, the spray that hit them no longer mattered. But the wind entering Poke's hood sounded unfriendly. It whistled in the rigging nearby.

Poke made himself comfortable in a corner of the cockpit, out of the wind and spray. John, at the helm, had no protection, but he didn't seem to mind.

Poke was no longer afraid, Loon had proved equal to the weather. But when the sun disappeared and the water looked like molten lead, Poke felt uneasy. Then the wind got stronger, heeling Loon until her leeward rail was underwater.

Looking over to John, Poke saw that he was smiling, enjoying the ride. Loon was bucking and leaning over, but making headway and leaving a long wave curving behind as the wind blew the surface of the water to the east.

"Better tie in another reef," John called. "Poke, take the helm."

Poke moved to the tiller and took it from John. The boat swerved until Poke got used to the way the tiller pulled, trying to let the boat head into the wind.

Sue came out on deck to help. John hauled in the jib and let out the main until it was snapping and shaking angrily. Then he and Sue lowered the sail until the next row of reef points came down to the boom. Now only about half the mainsail was catching wind. When Sue and John trimmed the sail, Poke was glad to see that Loon sailed without dipping its rail in the water. The spray wasn't so bad now either.

Sue went back down below to fix some sandwiches, and John took the helm again.

"You can go below if you want," John yelled to Poke.

"No, I'm all right," Poke said as he curled up again against the cabin and cockpit railing.

With the double reef in the sail, Loon was well behaved. Poke was glad to be getting this taste of rough weather, but he would be happier when it was over.

Sue passed sandwiches and coffee to John and Poke. With a full stomach, the boy felt better.

Before long, Loon's leeward sail was underwater again. The sky was darker, and the waves were steeper and closer together. When the boat dipped into the trough, the waves all around were high above Poke's head. And when they rode up on a crest, the view of the ocean reminded Poke of a watery mountain range. It was an awesome sight fair him.

Up and down Loon plunged. Crashing sounds came from below as pots and dishes slipped from their places. Poke saw Sue struggling to remain on her feet as the boat swayed violently around her. She was trying to secure anything that might get broken. As Poke watched her now, even with her tits swaying and ass switching, he felt no lust. In that ocean, his lust was put away for better weather.

"This is ridiculous!" Sue yelled to John as she came to the companionway and clutched at the sill. "Let's head for Deep Harbor."

"Okay," John yelled back. "But the tide's out and the entrance to Deep Harbor is shallow. Get the chart."

Sue disappeared, then returned with the chart. She wedged herself in the companionway, with her back and feet to its sides, so she could read the chart.

"Thirteen feet mean low water right in the middle. Rocks on both sides," she called.

"Is that deep enough?" Poke asked.

"Sure. Loon only draws eight feet," John said. "As long as we don't hit a rock?"

They changed course and trimmed the sails, heading for the safety of Deep Harbor. Poke couldn't see anything but the rocky coast of Marshall Island, and then only when Loon rose to the crest of a wave. But on one trip to the top of a wave, Poke saw the entrance to the harbor. It was narrow, with rocks sticking out of the water all around the waves crashing in, explosions of white water. Beyond the rocks, the harbor looked like a quiet millpond.

"Looks like we're not the only one," John said. When Loon rose again, Poke saw another sailboat heading for the narrow entrance to the harbor. It was well ahead of them, and wouldn't be in their way.

As they neared the entrance, Poke saw the look of concentration on John's face. He was scowling, his forehead wrinkled, his eyes burning as he gazed ahead up at the sails, and all around. If they hit a rock Loon would be holed, and probably smashed to matchsticks, Poke knew. Also they would most likely be drowned.

"No!" John screamed suddenly, so loud that Poke's flesh went cold. "No! The other side!"

Poke looked in the direction of John's horrified gaze. John was watching the other boat, which was taking a different channel into the harbor.

"They're going onto the rocks!" John yelled. "There's no water there! Don't they have a chart?"

Sue stuck her head up from the cabin. Poke watched in horror. There was nothing they could do. With the wind howling and the waves hiding them every few seconds, the people on the other boat wouldn't hear them. John waved frantically every time a wave lifted them into view of the other boat.

Meanwhile, John had to steer carefully to keep Loon off the rocks.

"Go forward!" John screamed over the howl of the wind. "Get the anchor ready. Hold onto the lifelines with one hand. Don't let go of the lifelines!"

Poke climbed up on deck, clutching the lifelines with both hands as he moved slowly forward. The deck dropped from beneath him every few seconds as Loon slid down a wave. The wind made it difficult to keep his balance. Besides those problems, Poke was watching the other boat sail to its doom.

As they entered the harbor, Poke had the anchor ready to go. It had taken an amazing amount of work since the boat was wild beneath his feet and he had to hold on with one hand.

Now Poke saw the other boat hit the rocks. It came to a sudden, jolting stop. With each wave, it lifted gracefully, then came down with a sickeningly abrupt crash. And every time it hit, it leaned farther over.

Loon was in the harbor now and the waves disappeared. The water was smooth. The sea stopped throwing the boat crazily and let it sail smoothly forward. Wind still whistled in the rigging, but that was a minor annoyance.

"Let it go!" John yelled to Poke, who tossed the anchor over.

John waved, indicating to Poke to let the anchor warp play out. With a slashing motion that John had shown Poke before, he signaled to cleat the warp.

John opened a locker under a cockpit seat and pulled out a coil of heavy rope and a coil of light rope. He pulled the dingy up to Loon's stern and threw the ropes into it.

Poke hurried back to join John. They climbed into the dinghy and rowed for shore, while Sue came out to lower the sails.

"I don't know if we can do much for them," John said as he and Poke pulled the dinghy up on shore and ran to the rocks near where the other boat had gone aground. They saw the boat lying on its side, still rising with the waves and crashing down. But she wasn't hitting so hard now, since it had been washed to deeper water.

As they neared the grounded boat, they saw two people clinging to the high side of the tilted cockpit.

Getting as close as they could, about thirty feet away, John dropped the ropes. One had a monkey's fist, a heavy ball woven in the rope, at one end. He tied that light rope to the heavier one, swung the monkey's fist around, and let it fly. As the people on the boat caught it, Poke recognized them. It was Muffy and Taffy on Flame!

"Pull!" John yelled.

The girls pulled until they had the heavier rope. Taffy almost fell overboard into the rocks, but she caught herself. Then Muffy took the rope forward and made it fast.

Now, every time a wave lifted the boat, Poke and John hauled. They managed to pull the boat ten feet forward each time. Soon, the boat was free of the rocks and in deep water.

"We're sinking!" Muffy yelled.

One side of Flame looked as though it had taken a few cannonballs. No wonder she was sinking.

Flame was already low in the water. Poke and John pulled the boat until it was aground on the sandy shore. The boat leaned over, but there were no waves here to smash it down again and again. Now Flame merely lay down like a tired dog.

Muffy and Taffy jumped into the waist-deep water and slogged ashore. They were both crying with panic as they collapsed on the sand.

"You'll be all right now," John said to them. "We'll keep hauling your boat in until the tide his high, then she'll be safely on the beach. Meanwhile, come with us. We'll get you some dry clothes."

Muffy and Taffy finally recognized Poke when they calmed down. But they were still crying and shaking as Poke and John helped them to the clink and rowed them out to Loon.

"I thought we were going to die!" Muffy kept saying.

When the girls were dry and snug in Loon's cabin, though, Muffy began worrying about Flame. Then Poke knew she was all right.

They went back to the beached boat several times, hauling it higher onto the sand as the tide rose. At high tide they secured it with several lines tied to trees, then left her safe until the next high tide.

Back aboard Loon, the five of them had a big dinner and a few drinks. By dark, they were all ready for bed. Muffy and Taffy chose to sleep with Poke in the forepeak, much to Poke's delight. Of course, the only other choice would have been to camp out in the cockpit. And after what the girls had been through they wanted to stay out of the howling wind.

In the forepeak, Poke opened his sleeping bag and spread it out over the three of them. He was in the middle, saying his prayers.

"I can't sleep," Muffy said. "I'm still too excited."

"Me too," Taffy said.

Poke's prayers might be answered, he thought.

"Oh, Poke, when I saw it was you who saved us, I couldn't believe it!" Muffy said. "You saved our lives!"

"Really, you did you know," Taffy said. "We would have drowned if you hadn't pulled Flame off the rocks."

"Well, it was John who knew what to do," Poke said. "I did pull harder when I saw it was you, though."

"How can we ever thank you?" Muffy said as she put her arms around the boy.

"Just having you safe and here is thanks enough," Poke said as he returned her embrace.

Taffy snuggled up to Poke's other side. Suddenly he was aground on the shoals of the girls' tits.

Poke kissed Muffy and filled his hand with one of her prize tits. After a quick kiss and feel, he turned to Taffy. He gave her the same treatment. Then Poke lay on his back and let the chicks thank him for saving their lives.

They both moved close to him, thrusting their tits on his chest and kissing his face. He wrapped an arm around each of them.

But just as the girl began reaching for Poke's prick, the door to the forepeak opened. Dim light flooded in, just bright enough to illuminate the two girls laying their tits on Poke.

"Is everything okay in here?" John asked as he stuck his head through the door. "Well! Looks like I either interrupted or showed up just in time."

"Just in time," Muffy said. "We're thanking Poke for saving us. And we owe you a thank-you, too."

"Be right with you," John said as he stripped off his clothes.

John climbed onto the bunk and grabbed Taffy. Poke had wanted, to fuck her, since he never had. But being left with Muffy was a nice consolation prize.

Muffy and Poke hugged. Her firm, round tits were on his chest again, reminding him of when he got the first fuck of his life with Muffy. Poke's prick was as stiff and hot as it was that night aboard Flame.

With Muffy in his arms again, Poke realized how much he had learned since the first time he fucked her. Now he kissed her gently, letting his lust grow gradually. His hand moved over the curve of her hip. He enjoyed her smooth, naked flesh, rather than clutching at her tits right away.

Slowly Poke's hand migrated from Muffy's hips to her ass. But he still played it cool, letting his hand lightly pass over the soft and firm mounds of her asscheeks.

As they kissed, sounds of heavy breathing and gasping filled the forepeak. Opening his eyes and looking past Muffy's head, Poke saw John's face hovering over Taffy's tits as he kissed and sucked them.

That sight gave Poke the urge to do likewise. So he moved down until his face was buried in Muffy's tits. Still holding onto her ass, he began sucking her hard nipples.

There was just enough light coming down through the hatch in the deck to let Poke see the creamy tit globes he was sucking. He wagged his tongue over one pink nipple and enjoyed the sight of Muffy's tit heaving in his face.

The light suddenly dimmed, though. Was a cloud passing over the moon? Poke didn't think so. Looking up at the hatch, he saw the silhouette of Sue's head framed in the hatch. She saw him, too, Poke knew, because she wiggled her fingers at him in a friendly wave. But she didn't climb down to join them. She must be enjoying the show.

Poke thought it was funny that he had twice peeked at Sue and John fucking, and now he was being watched by Sue while he and John made it with these two chicks. So as Poke sucked Muffy's tits, he had the added satisfaction of showing off for Sue. Poke hoped that Sue wouldn't begin fighting with John. That would spoil everything. Somehow, he knew she wouldn't. And he wasn't surprised when he saw Sue lowering herself through the hatch.

It was getting crowded. But that meant it would be more cozy and they wouldn't have to reach so far to grab something interesting.

Sue squeezed between the two couples. Poke kept sucking Muffy's tits, but he lifted his hand from her ass and reached for Sue. He felt his way to her tits, grabbing one tightly.

"I wondered where everyone disappeared to," Sue said as she reached around Muffy and stroked Poke's face as he sucked Muffy's tits.

Poke felt Muffy moving back toward Sue. It excited him to find that Muffy wanted to snuggle against Sue's body. Then he felt Sue's hand slide from his face and onto Muffy's tit. Even as he sucked Muffy's nipple, Sue's fingers surrounded it and squeezed.

"Mmmmmm!" Muffy moaned with the joy of Sue's fingers and Poke's mouth working on her tits.

Then Sue's hand left Muffy's tit and moved down her body. Poke felt Sue's hand between him and Muffy. In tit-sucking position, Poke's stomach was opposite Muffy's cunt, and that's where Sue's hand stopped.

Still, Muffy moaned in joyful disregard of the fact that the hand on her pussy belonged to another chick. Poke felt Muffy's thighs spread. She put one knee over Poke's hips, opening her cuntlips to Sue's fingers.

Poke let go of Sue's tit and slid his hand down Muffy's back. He reached into Muffy's cunt from beneath her ass and found Sue's fingers already deep in Muffy's pussy. He added his own fingers. Sharing Muffy's cunt with Sue was a perverted thrill!

Sue rose up and leaned over Muffy. She dropped her tits over Muffy's firmer ones. Since Poke was still nibbling at Muffy's tits, it was easy to move his mouth on Sue's tits. He kissed each of her nipples and nuzzled his face in her soft flesh. He sucked Muffy's tits again, then his tongue wandered back to Sue's.

Muffy lifted her hands to her own and Sue's tits. Caressing all four tits, Muffy ran her hands around Poke's sucking face.

"Ohhh!" Sue cried suddenly.

Poke, at that moment, was biting Muffy's nipple. He wondered what made Sue cry out. But he'd forgotten about John and Taffy. No doubt they were expanding their groping to Sue.

As Poke's mouth switched from Muffy's firm tits to the softer tits that drooped down from Sue's chest, Muffy lay back and Sue rose farther over the young girl. Then Poke heard their mouths come together in a wet kiss. He looked up from their piled tits and saw the bottoms of their jaws working as they sucked each other's tongue.

Meanwhile, Poke's fingers were still swimming in Muffy's cunt. So were Sue's fingers. It was crowded. And since Sue had stuck her fingers into Muffy's pussy before Poke had a chance to, he decided to reach for Sue's cunt instead.

He took his hand from Muffy's pussy, swiveled his wrist, and found Sue's cunt right there. But when he slipped his hand between her thighs, be found that her cunt was occupied. He pulled his hand back instinctively. It must have been John's hand, Poke thought. But it hadn't felt like John's hairy, strong hand. Could it be Taffy's?

Poke reached back into Sue's crotch. Yes, the hand, there was soft and feminine… it was Taffy's! Poke could share Sue's cunt with Taffy or share Muffy's cunt with Sue. His mind was spinning.

Sue's and Muffy's tits shook at Poke's face as the chicks kissed. Muffy's hands were still holding Sue's tits. But as exciting as the four quivering tits were to kiss and suck, Poke was ready for more. His hard cock was twitching against Muffy's thighs, and she knew he could put it to better use.

Poke lifted his face from the tits he had soaked with saliva. Now that he could see the view, he was thrilled. In the dimness, the jumble of bodies, faces and grasping hands was a beautiful sight. And the panting and kissing noises filled the tiny cabin with an aura of passion.

It wasn't easy for Poke to crawl around, getting his face down to Muffy's cunt and his prick near Sue's and Muffy's kissing faces. But he managed. Poke pushed his face beside Sue's wrist at Muffy's cunt. Reaching his tongue out as far as he could, the bay felt Muffy's wet cuntlips where Sue's fingers were buried.

Not wanting to hog Muffy's cunt, Sue released it to Poke's tongue. Sliding his head between Muffy's thighs, Poke licked her fuckslot eagerly as she wiggled her hips.

Sue's hand went right to Poke's prick. Poke felt flesh bump his cockhead. But he didn't realize that it was the girls' faces meeting around his cock until he felt their tongues sliding over it.

Tongues lashed as his prick! Teeth clamped on his balls, then a mouth held them in a wet grip. His prick was surrounded by another mouth, then passed over it as his prickhead went down a tight throat.

Poke paid back this treat by sticking his tongue high into Muffy's cunt.

Now Poke reached for Sue's cunt again which was beyond Muffy's ass. Taffy's hand was still there. But it slipped away as his fingers approached. So Poke had his fingers in Sue's cunt and his tongue in Muffy's!

Then John's hand crept into Sue's crotch, so Poke pulled his hand away. He reached over Sue's hips to Taffy. Finding her cunt, he slipped a finger in Taffy's pussy was new territory for him. That excited him, even with all the other things going on. Before he enjoyed Taffy's cunt for long though, a hairy thigh pressed to his wrist. Poke pulled his hand from the girl's cunt just before John's cock entered it.

Being deprived of Taffy's pussy was a minor loss since Poke had two chicks sucking his prick and balls. Sue and Muffy were taking turns swallowing Poke's cock. One girl would nibble on his balls or kiss his thighs when the other was sucking his cock. Poke reached for Sue's cunt again. Now that John was fucking Taffy, he must have taken his hand from Sue's pussy, Poke figured. And he knew how much Sue loved to have her clit diddled. Her cunt was still occupied, though. But, this time, a feminine hand was there again. By following the arm leading to it, Poke found that it belonged to Sue.

Sue was rubbing her own clit again, just as she had when Poke peeked at her and John.

Poke took over the clit-rubbing job. Sue kept her hand on Poke's, making sure he rubbed vigorously enough.

"Ohhhhhh!" a shrill voice cried out.

That sexy wail must be coming from Taffy, Poke realized, since the other two chicks were sucking his prick.

The mouths that took turns sucking Poke were bringing him close to an orgasm. He wondered if they realized he was going to come. He would warn them, but Muffy's cunt was still spread over his face.

Poke tried to keep his tongue wiggling between Muffy's cuntlips as he came.

"Uhhhhh!" he groaned into Muffy's cunt as his jism spurted.

"Ohhhh!" one of the chicks gagged as he filled her mouth with cream.

Poke guessed it was Sue's mouth he was pumping full of jism because he felt her body jerk and her cunt twitch as he continued rubbing her clit.

Now there was a flurry of activity at his erupting prick. It felt as though both chicks were trying to drink his cream! Tongues and teeth and lips swarmed over his prick.

"Fuck me!" Muffy gasped as she pulled her cunt from Poke's face.

The girl struggled around to face Poke. She kissed him, wetting his face with his own jism which was smeared around her mouth. In return, Poke gave her a taste of her own cuntjuice which soaked his face.

Muffy grabbed his prick and brought it to her cunt. Then he felt his prick sliding into the hot depths of her pussy.

Having just come, Poke gasped at the fabulous grip of her cunt on his tooth-marked cock. His prick hadn't even had a chance to completely stop draining its pearly cream.

Muffy bucked her hips wildly. Poke's tongue had brought her to the verge of sexual madness, and his prick finished the job!

"Eeeeeee!" Muffy screamed.

While fucking Muffy, Poke was neglecting Sue's clit. His finger remained on it, but he'd stopped rubbing. So Sue took his hand in hers and used his finger as a dildo. Poke liked having Sue's cunt crushed under his hand while he fucked Muffy.

With Muffy writhing in ecstasy beneath him, Poke's passion began to rise again. He wouldn't come again so soon. But his prick was hard, and pleasure filial his head.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Muffy moaned in climactic bliss.

When Muffy stopped bucking and moaning, Poke lay on top of her in dazed confusion. His prick twitched in her cunt, and his chest rolled on her tits, having come a few minutes before, but not having reached a second orgasm, he was suspended in lust but too confused to do anything about it.

With all the horny women crammed into that tiny cabin, though, he didn't have to do a thing. Someone rolled him off Muffy's body and mounted his hips. A hand gripped his prick and a pussy swallowed it. He was fucking again. His prick was sliding furiously in the hot cavern of a cunt, and he didn't even know whose. But that didn't matter. Poke reached up, groping for some tits to grab. When he found them, they were firm and pointy. So it was Taffy riding his cock!

"Ooooooo," Taffy howled as she was consumed with ecstasy.

Now Poke was nearing an orgasm, too. After the first one, this one was slow to blossom. Before Poke's climax was triggered, Taffy stopped fucking him. He began jerking his hips, trying to bring his jism to the boiling point. But Taffy was stricken with post-orgasmic paralysis, and she lay on the boy like a rag doll. Though he thrust his hips, he couldn't get his prick, pumping in her cunt. He merely bounced her up and down.

So Poke pushed Taffy off him. Lying on his back, with his prick throbbing in the aft, he wondered what to do next. He was on the verge of shooting. It would be a shame to jerk himself off with three chicks around.

"Fuck me, someone!" he pleaded.

To Poke's profound joy, a cunt found his prick. As her pussy moved up and down on his prick, Poke felt Sue's hanging tits slapping his chest.

As he came, he left the real world for unknown realms. He didn't know what was happening to him. But, later as he thought about it, he remembered that the chicks were truly amazing, as they kept mounting his cock in turn.