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

CHAPTER FOUR

"What time did you get home last night?" Poke's father asked him when he arrived for dinner.

"Late," he said. "I don't know what time it was."

"And you must have left early this morning," his mother added. "I haven't seen you since dinner yesterday."

Poke was glad he hadn't been missed. He thought his parents would be worried that he was drowned or something. He told his parents that he had gone on a sailboat race, and that he met a nice girl. But he didn't tell them how nice.

After dinner, Poke headed back to the harbor. Muffy had told him she was going to be busy with her parents that evening. So Poke decided to see how the town looked from his new vantage point as a conquering hero.

Dappled Harbor did look different to him. He strolled to the boat yard across the harbor. There were fewer boats now. So many had been launched. Most of the boats still in the yards were old wooden ones that needed a lot of work before being put into the water.

The sun was setting, and people were putting away their tools and paint. There weren't as many boats as there had been only a few days before. Soon there would only be the decaying hulks at the back of the yard.

Poke loved to look at the bottoms of the boats, imagining them sliding through the water, forcing it around their beautiful curves.

Then he spotted the van that he had peeked into the day before, parked near a big wooden sloop with a bow sprit and long keel. It was one of Poke's favorite boats. He recognized its classic lines and true character, even with the planks missing from her bottom and her paint scraped off.

He remembered with shame how he had peeked into the van and jerked off. Of course, that was in his horny days, when he was a desperate virgin. And even though that was only slightly over one day ago, it seemed like a lifetime. So much had happened to him since!

By the time Poke headed back, it was dark and the yard was quiet. Again, he stayed far away from the boat and van belonging to the people he had spied on. But as he glanced back he noticed that light was pouring from the hull where planks were missing. And smoke was rising from the tin chimney that rose from the cabin top. It looked like the people were living aboard right there in the boat yard.

Poke wandered along, climbing the hill. He tried to ignore the feeling that was gnawing at him. After all, he was an experienced man now. But it was no good. His prick swelled and his head was filled with images of naked women.

He wanted to stroll through the boat yard again and take a quick look through the hull of that old sloop. After all, he had seen those people fucking once, and it had been a sight to remember.

With his heart pounding and his prick inflated, Poke went back down the hill. He saw that light still shined from the old sloop. This time, as he strolled through the boat yard, he went close to the old boat. Through the long opening in her hull he could see right into it. He saw that someone was moving around, but they were either dressed or they had blue skin.

Then Poke casually turned around, surveying the scene. When he saw that no one was near, he took a step closer to the boat. Now he had a good view into her hull. He saw the woman he'd seen in the van. She was dressed, moving about as though putting things away. Then he noticed a pair of denimed knees sticking into view. That must be the man, Poke thought.

Poke knew this was never going to pay off. The couple would probably hang around all evening, then turn off the light, and get undressed. So even if he stayed there all night he wouldn't see anything interesting. Besides, the whole idea was crazy. He was going to meet Muffy down at the yacht club tomorrow and they would probably spend the day fucking. He didn't need to hang around, hoping for a glimpse of a naked chick.

Just then, Poke saw a woman in the boat grab the hem of her jersey and pull it over her head. Her tits, which he had watched bouncing the day before, were unveiled.

Standing on the ground looking up into the boat gave Poke a new perspective. Looking up at the chick's tits was exciting. They sagged a bit, but they had a beautiful curve along the tops and bottoms.

Panting with lust, Poke moved closer. The woman unfastened her jeans and pulled them down. Her tits hung from her chest now, swinging through the air. As she pulled her feet from her jeans, her tits wobbled and swayed. Poke, had never seen anything like this!

Suddenly, she stood up. Her tits were pulled up to their wobbling position on her chest again. Now the woman slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, slid them down her thin hips, and bent over again. As she pulled down her panties, her tits repeated their hanging and swinging routine.

When the woman stood up again, her naked cunt competed with her tits for Poke's attention. He gazed at her nest of curly, brown cunt hair. And from his vantage point he could see the cleft that parted her thighs. Her body was different from Muffy's: thinner, less voluptuous. Nevertheless, it was gorgeous!

Poke ran his eyes up and down the woman's body, taking in the sight while he could. After all, she wasn't going to stand there all evening.

Then Poke saw a pair of feet appear. They had been lifted into view. They belonged to the man sitting out of sight.

The woman bent again, letting her tits droop and swing as she pulled off the man's shoes. Then she grabbed his pants legs and pulled them. Now his feet were nude. Then the woman moved toward the man and out of Poke's sight.

The boy was left gasping. But he refused to give up. After all, the second act was about to begin. So he went as casually as he could, to the other side of the boat. There were a few planks missing there too, but Poke could only see a water tank through the hull. Still, there was hope.

Behind the boat there was a steep hill. If Poke got up there he could look down into the boat. So he began climbing the hill. The bushes and high grass helped hide him from those in the boat if they should look up.

Before long, Poke saw that the companionway was open. If he climbed higher he was sure he would have a view into the boat. Sure enough, soon he was perched beneath a small tree, looking down into the boat's cabin. There, on a bunk, lay the man and woman.

The woman was on her back and the man was beside her. The woman's body was in full view, except for one tit which was hidden by the man's grasping hand.

Poke was only about thirty feet from them. The boat was well-lighted. If he fell from his perch, Poke could almost land right in their bunk with them.

He saw the man's hand moving as it gripped and rubbed the woman's tit. The woman was wiggling her hips slightly, grinding her cunt between her thighs. They kissed hungrily.

Having been in the same position with Muffy so recently, Poke knew exactly the pleasure this man was feeling. And remembering his own pleasure made Poke desperately horny. Already, he was fishing his prick from his pants.

The woman grabbed the man's prick just as Poke grabbed his own. He remembered how Muffy had handled his prick, and he tried to imagine it was Muffy's hand on his cock now, rather than his own.

Suddenly, the man moved down the woman's body and began sucking her tits. First one tit, then the other. He gobbled, his head nodding.

As the man sucked the woman's tits, she reached down to her cunt and stuck a finger into her pussy. Poke was amazed. Why was she doing this when the man was probably going to stick a finger in her cunt at any second?

She wiggled her finger vigorously at the front of her fuckslot. Poke knew she was directly attacking her clit. And she did it without moving her shoulders or body, so Poke decided she didn't want the man to know what she was doing. With his face buried in her tits, the man couldn't see a thing.

As the woman tickled her clit, her face showed her pleasure. With one hand on the man's head at her tit and her other hand at her cunt, she was in ecstasy. And her ecstasy was shared by Poke as he looked down at the scene. Poke had his hand wrapped firmly around his prick now and was tugging slowly at it.

As the man sucked the woman's tits, he moved his hand to her cunt. As his hands approached, the woman moved her hand away. The man grabbed her cunt, his fingers reaching down below her clit.

Poke saw the woman spread her thighs. The man's hand moved down even lower in her crotch. Then his hand made a motion that Poke recognized as the insertion of his finger up the chick's cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman gasped, her quavering voice rising from the snug cabin to Poke's ears.

The man's hand moved back and forth and around as he gave her cunt, wrapped around his finger, a massage. Meanwhile, he continued sucking the woman's tits.

Snuggled under the tree above the boat, Poke watched with rising passion. His own experiences with Muffy came back to him so vividly he could almost feel her cunt gripping his finger as he watched the man in the boat finger-fucking that chick. And he thought he smelled the fragrance of hot cuntjuice.

Poke kept sliding the skin of his prick back and forth, but forcing himself to do it slowly so he wouldn't come before the final act.

After the man fingered the woman's cunt for a while, she reached for his prick. The man turned his hips, bringing his monstrous prick up where the woman could reach it easily. Her fingers traveled the length of his cock, then tripped its fat head. Poke imitated her technique on his own throbbing prick.

The man lifted his face from her tits. Then the woman began sliding down the man's body. His hand left her pussy and he lay on his back. The woman kept slithering down the bunk until her face was level with the man's prick. She dragged her tits over his thigh and kissed his prick knob. His cock disappeared into her face. She moved her head up and down, sliding the guy's prick in and out of her mouth. As her head bobbed, her tits remained spread on the man's thighs even though the woman's chest moved up and down.

Poke was fascinated with the way her tits stretched and were compressed by her motion while leaving their nipples in contact with the man's leg.

As she sucked the man, the woman reached for her own cunt again. And, again, she seemed to do it slyly so the man wouldn't notice. She still held the base of the man's prick with one hand as she sucked him. But her other hand crept down her side, and between her thighs. Poke saw her wrist tent in front of her pussy, moving rhythmically.

It was a kinky sight to see a chick tickling her own cunt, especially under these circumstances. The effect on Poke was profound. It was difficult for him to keep his hand moving slowly on his prick. So he forced himself to let go of his twitching prick until he cooled down a bit. He knew that if he came he wouldn't enjoy this display nearly so much.

"Do you want to get on top again?" the man asked.

"Umm," the woman answered by humming on the cock in her mouth.

She lifted her face from the man's prick. Then she pulled her hand from her cunt. Crawling up from beside the man on the narrow bunk, she threw one leg over him and sat over his prick. She reached below her cunt, grabbed the guy's cock, held it at the right spot, and lowered herself slowly.

Poke watched her spread ass descend until it rested on the man's thighs.

"Ohhhhh!" the woman sighed as the man's prick slipped inside her cunt.

This was the same position they were in when Poke saw them fucking in their van. And, just like that time, the man lifted his hands to cradle the chick's hanging tits.

With the view of the woman's back and ass, Poke couldn't see her tits. But he didn't have to. Just watching the man's arms moving as he held her tits was exciting. Poke had a great view of her ass as it moved up and down over the man's thighs. Her asscheeks were separated by her spread pussy in her straddling position.

But the way her ass moved thrilled Poke more than anything else! As her body moved up and down, Poke imagined his own cock sliding in her cunt. Her movements were slow, up and down, with a wiggle.

Poke grabbed his cock again and stroked it with the same speed and rhythm of the woman's ass movements.

"Aaaaah!" she began groaning.

The chick began moving up and down faster. Her asscheeks wobbled, then fluttered like a flag. She supported herself by putting her hands on the man's chest and leaning on them as her hips bounced and swiveled.

"Uh! Uh!" the man grunted as he thrust his hips up and down below the woman's cunt, driving his prick even faster.

Now Poke was jerking his prick as fast as he could. Again, he joined the man and woman in their ecstasy by watching and jerking off.

All three, fuckers and voyeur, began to slow down, then halted their exertions. The woman lowered herself onto the man's chest. Poke saw her tits bulging from between them.

Poke wiped his prick with a leaf and slipped his cock back into his pants. But now he had to worry about sneaking away without getting caught. Suddenly, it seemed so quiet that any sound he made would be heard by the fuckers in the boat. The night was clear, warm, and still. And Poke felt like a treed squirrel.

As the couple in the boat snuggled together, Poke sat on his perch, not daring to climb either up or down.

Finally, the woman stood up. When Poke got another good view of her naked body, his lust returned slightly. But the woman reached for the lamp and the light went out. The cabin was blank with darkness. Poke shrank back into the tall grass and sat still. Now that the light in the boat was out, there was more chance the couple would see him.

As Poke wondered what to do, he felt the ground beneath him giving way. The steep hill was covered with pebbled soil, and his feet were beginning to slide.

Poke was going to come down right beside the boat. Reaching desperately above him, he grabbed for the trunk of the little tree he was huddled beneath. Instead, he grabbed a fallen branch that lay on the hillside. Then he and the long branch came down in an avalanche.

Dragging the branch behind him, Poke slid with increasing speed, until he was sitting on the ground below the cockpit of the boat. The gravel and dust he had loosened rained down for several seconds.

Poke wanted to run. But first he had to climb to his feet. Before he managed that, there was a voice calling down to him.

"What's going on?" the man from the boat asked.

Poke looked up and saw the man peering down at him from high overhead.

"I slipped," Poke said. "I was at the top of the bill looking at the water and suddenly…"

The man laughed. "Are you all right? That was quite a slide."

Poke got to his feet, trembling with fear and embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said as he brushed the dust from his pants.

"Better watch where you're standing," the man said. "I know the water is hypnotizing, but don't stand too near a drop-off when you let yourself get hypnotized by it."

"Yeah," Poke agreed, trying to sound amused. He headed for the path up the hill, shaking from the scene he'd witnessed as much as from the spill he'd taken.