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

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next morning, at ten, Poke was down at the landing. He saw Sue and John on their boat. John was lifting buckets of water from the harbor and splashing it over the deck. Sue was in the dinghy at the stern of the boat, painting.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Poke called out.

Sue and John looked up from their work and waved. Then Sue untied the dinghy and rowed over to get him.

"Good morning," she said as Poke climbed into the dinghy.

Poke said good morning and tried not to stare at Sue's tits.

"Should we throw John over board so we can fuck?" she asked. "We'll toss him a life jacket, then pick him up after we've fucked ourselves silly."

"I feel bad enough about fucking you already," Poke said.

"Don't be silly," Sue said. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Poke smiled, although he did feel bad about John, who'd been so nice to him.

When they got to the boat, Poke noticed that Sue had been painting the name Loon on the transom. Sue told him the name came from the sounds she made when John fucked her aboard the boat.

"Now don't be giving away all our secrets," John said as Poke climbed aboard.

When he lifted his foot from the dinghy, he felt Sue's hand grab his ankle. But she let go before John noticed.

"We'll cast off as soon as Sue finishes," John said.

"I'm all done," she said and climbed aboard. "Should we take the dinghy with us?"

"Sue," John said. "We can row ashore on Bird Island and have lunch on the beach. Besides, if the bottom falls out of Loon, we'll have the dinghy to get back in."

John made himself comfortable in the cockpit with the tiller across his thighs. Sue sat on the cabin top, leaning against the massive mast. Poke stood near the bow, watching the water rush beneath the hull. His gaze occasionally drifted to Sue, whose sheer blouse gave him a nice view of her tits.

To keep Sue from distracting him, Poke went to the cockpit and sat on the railing.

"Want to take the helm?" John offered.

Poke accepted. He changed places with John and held the tiller. But the boat began to stand upright and the sails began flapping.

"Down, down, point her down," John said. "No, the other way. Oh, you've got us into irons."

The boat was bobbing like a cork now, not moving forward at all. The sails flapped loudly and boom swung back and forth over Poke's head. John reached over and grabbed the tiller. He shoved it toward the side of the boat, and the sails began to fill. Then John brought the tiller back amidship, and Loon began driving forward again.

"That's Bird Island," John said, pointing to a pine-covered, hilly island with a rocky shore. "There's a beach around the north end and a good anchorage. We'll go ashore and have a picnic."

Poke sailed past the point at the end of the island. Then John took the helm.

"Sue, show Poke how to drop the hook," John called to Sue who was still sitting by the mast, basking in the warm sun.

Site showed Poke how to take the anchor out of its chocks and throw it overboard. When the anchor was holding, they loaded the dinghy with a picnic basket and a blanket, and rowed ashore.

They laid the blanket down on the beach and spread a huge lunch out on it. There were several sorts of salad, sandwiches, beer and wine. From the beach, they had a view of Loon at anchor and the hills around Dappled Harbor beyond. Poke had never had so much fun.

After stuffing themselves, they relaxed. Poke tried not catching Sue's eye. He didn't want his lust interfering with his fun. After all, he wasn't going to fuck Sue this afternoon.

As Sue lay on her stomach, John snuggled up to her and put his hand on her ass. Poke could see he wasn't needed at the moment, and he thought it would be a good time to take a walk.

"I think I'll do some exploring," he said.

"Take your time," John said. "It's a run back to Dappled Harbor if this breeze lasts. Won't take more than an hour, so we've got plenty of time."

Poke wandered down the beach. When it disappeared, he climbed the rocks that overtook the coastline. He looked back once and saw John and Sue heading the other way.

Poke had noticed a few houses on the island. They probably belonged to lobster trappers, he thought. But there wasn't much chance of running into anyone since it was a big island with only a few houses. Poke loved wandering alone like this and he hoped he didn't see a soul.

He stopped and looked at some tide pools. He sat down to watch gulls swoop and glide as they cried out. Then he continued walking.

Suddenly he came to a small cove. It was invisible until he got to it, but now he realized he'd stumbled practically into someone's back yard. There was a small house set in the trees. A few more steps brought Poke to the end of the rocky shore. He noticed someone among the trees nearby. No, there were two people. They were bent over, digging clams in the muddy crescent of the small cove.

Poke turned and headed back. He decided to go into the woods, around the house and cove, then continue along the shoreline. But before he took a step, one of the diggers called out.

"Youuu whooooo!" a short figure called, waving a clamming rake.

Now the other clam digger looked up.

Poke waved, then started back along the rocks. But now both diggers began calling, hooting and waving frantically.

"Hey!" one yelled.

"Don't go!" the other yelled.

Poke could tell from their voices that they were female. But they were too far away to get a good look at. In their high boots and plaid jackets, they looked like elves.

They were both beckoning for Poke to join them. He hated to disappoint them. Besides, it would be interesting to see what these island people were like. So Poke walked toward the mudflat. The clam diggers slogged ashore, their boots making sucking sounds in the mud.

"Hello, nice of you to drop over," one said, the taller one with frizzy brown hair flying in the breeze.

Now Poke could see that they were women. The taller one was his mother's age, the shorter one his own age. He guessed they were mother and daughter.

"Come on over to the house and we'll fix you some coffee," the older one said. "I have a loaf of fresh bread and blueberry muffins."

The younger one, a pretty girl with freckles and a round face, smiled but was silent.

Poke had thought the island people were reclusive, staying away from the summer people. But these two were friendly enough.

"We don't get too many visitors," the older woman said as she kicked off her boots at the house.

The young girl kicked off her boots, too. Then, inside, she took off her jacket. In her blouse and jeans, her solid body was shown off. The older woman was slim and attractive.

"Here, here, sit down," the older woman said, pulling a chair out from the table. "My name's Sara, and this here is my daughter, Liza."

Poke introduced himself, and he sat down at the table.

As Sara went to the stove and began making coffee, Liza sat at the table, opposite Poke. She still hadn't said a word or stopped smiling. Now she leaned forward, listing the front of her blouse fall away from her tits. The freckled tops of her big, round tits were visible.

"Liza, go get a new jar of raspberry jam from the cellar," Sara said.

Still smiling at Poke, the young girl slipped out of the room.

"She's a good girl," the older woman said. "Misses her father, though."

Suddenly, Sara was beside Poke. She put a hand on his shoulder and massaged it.

"Well, you're a nice, strong one," she said. "Almost forgot what a strong man feels like. We're alone now, Liza and me."

As she spoke, the woman had wrapped her arm around Poke's head and pulled his face to the softness of her tits. Her cotton blouse couldn't hide the fact that her tits were big and warm. Poke's cock began inflating.

But at the sound of Liza climbing the cellar stairs, the woman let go of Poke's head.

Liza set down the jar of jam and resumed smiling at Poke. He let his gaze wander over the girl's blouse. Although Liza was round and almost plump, and the older woman was slim and almost gaunt, they both had nice, big tits.

"You make your own jam?" Poke asked, trying to make conversation.

"Lord, yes! We've got a basement full," Sara said.

"I'll show you," Liza said as she jumped up and ran around the table to Poke.

"Leave the boy alone," the older woman said. "The coffee's almost ready."

"Won't take a minute," Liza said, grabbing Poke's hand and dragging him down to the cellar.

Site led him through the low-ceilinged cellar to a shelf full of jars marked blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, or blackberry.

"See?" Liza said, still holding Poke's hand.

"Yeah, nice," Poke said as he looked down at the open top of the girl's blouse.

She turned to face him, bringing her massive tits to his chest. Her round face tilted up at him, and she crushed her tits over his chest by leaning against him.

Poke lowered his face and raised his hands. He recognized a horny chick when he saw one. Besides, the older woman had kindled his lust by squeezing his face to her tits.

Poke's lips touched Liza's. His fingers touched her swollen tits. His prick, stiff and bulging in his jeans, leaned against her stomach.

"Coffee's ready," Sara's voice boomed down the cellar stairs.

But Liza was holding onto Poke, squeezing her tits on his chest. It wasn't until the older woman's voice boomed again, louder, that the girl let him go.

Shifting his prick to a more comfortable position in his jeans, Poke followed Liza's wide ass back to the kitchen.

Poke drank the strong coffee and ate bread and jam. They were delicious. But he kept shifting his eyes from Sara's tits to Liza's. And he saw they were both watching him carefully.

"Digging clams makes my back hurt," Liza said as she threw her shoulders back and thrust her tits forward.

Poke watched her big titglobes stretch her blouse. Her erect nipples showed as gumdrop-sized bumps. Between the buttons of her blouse, gaps opened, letting Poke see the deep valley between her tits.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sara said, imitating Liza's posture.

The older woman's tits were put on display too. Although lower on her chest than her daughter's tits, Sara's were still beautifully round. Her blue blouse was so faded, Poke saw the big, dark disks of her nipples right through it.

He had stumbled into a house of horny women, Poke realized. But how could he get anywhere with either of them if they both fought for him?

"Why don't you bring in the clams?" Sara said to Liza. "I'd better put them in the fridge before they spoil. Go on now!"

Reluctantly, Liza got up and went out. And as soon as she did, Sara stood up and went to Poke's side. She wrapped her arm around his head again.

"Yes sir, I always said it's nice to have a man about the place," she said. "Come on out back. I'll show you my garden."

Poke went with her, led by the hand like a little boy. As they strode out of the house, Poke glanced at the way Sara's tits jostled on her chest with her long strides.

It looked like the older woman was going to win the prize, Poke thought. He would have chosen Liza, if he'd had a choice. But Sara, although even older than Sue, was a sexy woman. And just by the way she gripped Poke's hand, he could tell she was going to be exciting to fuck.

The garden was not behind the house, but beyond some trees and down a hill. They would be out of sight of the house, Poke noticed with increasing passion.

"Look at these!" Sara said as she plucked a cucumber from the garden. "Big, huh?"

She caressed the cucumber with both hands and held it to her cheek. It was easy to see that she liked holding big, blunt objects.

Sara's eyes dropped from Poke's face to the lump in his pants.

"It looks like this cucumber has nothing more'n you," Sara said as she stepped forward and grabbed Poke.

They kissed. For an older woman, Sara was a tigress. She kissed him with all the youthful passion that Muffy had ever shown.

Poke filled his hand with one of Sara's tits. Like Sue's tits, hers were sagging and loose, conforming to the shape of Poke's grasping hand.

"Oooooh!" Sara yelped. "I almost forgot how good it feels to have a man squeeze my tits!"

They kissed again, deeper, hotter. Then they let their legs fold and they collapsed to the soft grass beside the garden.

Sara pulled Poke's jersey up from his jeans and ran her hands inside it, over Poke's back. He did the same to her, then brought his hand around to her naked tits. He ran his fingertips over her erect nipples, then filled his hand again with her titflesh. After kissing a while, Sara seemed to have crossed a point of self-control. She suddenly pulled her hands from Poke's back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Poke lifted himself off her and helped. When he saw how her hands shook as she struggled with her buttons, he knew this was going to be a wild fuck.

"Kiss my tits!" Sara breathed hoarsely as she threw open her blouse.

Her tits lay spread on her chest. Her big, round nipples looked like the jam Poke had spread on his bread a few minutes before.

Sara grabbed his head and pulled it down hard on one of her tits. Poke landed with his open mouth surrounding her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss!" Sara hissed as she grabbed him by the hair.

As Poke sucked her tits, she quickly unfastened her pants and began pulling them down. Poke tried to help, but it wasn't easy with Sara holding his face tightly to her tit. Finally, she had to let him go long enough to get her pants and panties down her long, trim legs. As she stripped, Poke sat back and watched. He saw that Sara's body was really very beautiful, even if her tits did hang heavily.

"Don't just sit there," she scolded. "Get undressed!"

Poke came to life. He pulled off his jersey, and Sara attacked his belt buckle with greedy fingers.

Then she pulled down his pants as if she were shucking an ear of corn.

Lying on his back, Poke looked up at Sara while she wrenched his pants from his feet. Her tits swung like wrecking balls.

"God, look at that!" she cried, her eyes growing big and round.

She was looking at Poke's stiff prick. Then she dropped down and impaled her face on his cock. She sucked him as though her life depended on it.

"Ma!" Liza's voice screamed from the direction of the house. "Ma, Goddamn it. Ma!"

The girl sounded angry. But Sara paid no attention. She sucked Poke's prick, her tits draped over his thigh.

Lifting himself up onto his elbows, Poke looked toward the house. Then he looked down at Sara's head bobbing over his prick. Her hot mouth was lifting Poke to ecstatic excitement, and he hoped Liza would stay away until Sara brought him off.

There was the sound of footsteps tramping towards them. Liza's round face appeared over a bush, followed by her big tits.

"Aw, Ma!" the girl cried in anguish. "You always get them."

"Sucking cock's a hard habit to break," Sara said. "Leave us be now."

"I will not!" Liza said as she began undressing. Sara resumed sucking Poke's prick. Meanwhile, he watched Liza pulling her clothes off. She had her blouse off, her big tits bared. Poke had never seen such round tits. They were big, yet melon firm. Then Liza pulled down her jeans. Her hips were wide, her thighs like hams. She was the opposite of her mother's shape.

The big girl hurried over to where Poke lay beneath Sara's sucking head. As she ran to him, every part of Liza's body shook with its own rhythm.

She threw herself down beside Poke and grabbed him as though her mother was nowhere in sight, rather than right there at Poke's prick.

"Oh Poke!" Liza sighed before her mouth covered Poke's.

Poke's elbows slipped out from under him as Liza lay the weight of her tits on him. He fell back into the grass, Liza on top of him. As the girl kissed him, she rolled around on her tits which flattened on the boy's chest.

Now, with mother and daughter working on him, Poke gave himself to wanton joy. This was the last thing he'd expected as he strolled down the beach. It seemed his life was charmed lately!

Liza kissed Poke's mouth with hunger, while Sara sucked his cock. Poke lifted his hands to stroke the part of Liza's tits that bulged out.

Although his brain was a storm of lust, Poke tried to sort through the various pleasures he felt. His prick was swimming in Sara's mouth, but she was merely running her tongue around his cockhead. His balls lay in her hand. On his thighs, her tits were spread, warming him.

Above his waist, Liza was giving him more pleasures. Her big tits completely covered his chest and her hard nipples poked him. Her tongue excited him as it wiggled inside his mouth.

Then Liza took her mouth away, replacing it with her tits. Shaking her body, she slapped Poke's face with those solid pillows. But Poke caught one between his hands, held her nipple at his mouth and sucked it.

"Ummmmm. Harder. Bite me!" Liza moaned.

He stuffed her nipple into his mouth along with some of the surrounding flesh, and sunk his teeth into it.

"Ohhhhh yeahhh!" Liza cheered.

After Poke had gnawed on both of Liza's tits, she pulled them away from him. She kissed her way down his stomach until she lay beside his legs, across from her mother who was still sucking his prick.

"Lemme suck him a bit," Liza said as she shoved her face at Poke's cock.

Looking down at the two faces at his prick, Poke gasped. He'd never dreamed of anything like this!

Liza dipped her face below her mother's, stuck out her tongue, and licked Poke's balls. Having her tongue sliding over his balls with Sara's mouth munching on his prickhead was spectacular.

"Come on, Ma," Liza whined. "Gimme a chance."

Liza used her head to dislodge Sara's mouth from Poke's prick. The cool breeze felt nice on his wet cock now that Sara's hot mouth was gone. But before his prick dried, Liza dropped her face on it. She began sucking with more friction and greed than Sara had used.

"Don't you make him come, now," Sara said sternly. "We got to keep him hard if he's going to fuck us both. You'll fuck us both, won't you, you big, strong boy!"

"I'll try my best," Poke gasped.

Now Sara slid up to kiss Poke. Then she brought her tits to his face. Poke had to grab one and lift it to his mouth so he could suck it. In his position, he was pinned to the ground by Liza's cocksucking.

"Oh, I do love the way you suck my tits!" Sara cooed. "Don't he suck tits just like your father used to, bless his soul."

"Ummmm-hmmmm!" Liza hummed on Poke's prick.

As Poke held and sucked one of Sara's tits, he watched her holding the other one. She let it rest on her palm while tickling her own nipple with her fingertips. Then, to Poke's delight and amazement, she lifted her tit higher, lowered her face, and began sucking it. Now both Poke and Sara sucked one of the old gal's tits.

Poke watched how Sara stuck out her tongue and circled her nipple. He did likewise to her other nipple. Then the woman bit her nipple, and Poke bit her other one.

As Poke took a tit-sucking lesson from Sara, he reached for her cunt. She spread her thin thighs. Her pussy was wet with slipped liquid as Poke pressed his fingers into it.

"Mmmmm!" Sara moaned as Poke fingered her, her moan muffled on her own tit as she sucked it.

Meanwhile, Liza was taking her mother's advice, sucking Poke's cock gently so he wouldn't come before satisfying these lustful women. Her mouth was full of hot saliva which she bathed Poke's prick in. Her tongue wiggled beneath his cock knob, too. And as she sucked, she held Poke's balls in a tight grasp.

Sara suddenly pulled her tit from Poke's mouth with a sucking sound. She threw a leg over him and straddled his chest. Looking up, Poke saw her holding her tits in her hands. Her ass sat on his chest, her cunt hovered over his neck. Lifting his face, Poke looked into her cunt. Her pussy lips were spread, showing her inner lips. Behind her cunt, her round asscheeks were in view.

Poke stared at her pussy with his eyes bulging. Not even the sight of Sara massaging her own tits could pull Poke's gaze from her cunt!

Then it seemed as though her cunt were about to slide down over Poke's face, engulfing him. At first, he thought this was an illusion, a figment of his fevered imagination. But he soon saw that it was really happening!

Sara was creeping forward, bringing her cunt over his face. Poke remembered when he had his tonsils taken out. He had watched the doctor bring a mask over his face which made him sleep. This was a similar experience, except now Poke was out of his mind with passion!

"I'll bet you love to suck cunts, don't you!" Sara said, as she smiled down at the boy and brought her pussy to his face.

The funky aroma of simmering cuntjuice rose in Poke's nose. Then he felt Sara's pussy hairs tickle his nose. Her spread cuntlips kissed his mouth.

Poke stuck out his tongue, sending it right into Sara's cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" the woman gasped.

Sara began rocking, dragging her cunt over Poke's erect tongue. He didn't have to do anything but keep his tongue sticking up. Sara moved her pussy over it, stimulating first her drooling cunt, then her clit.

As the woman rode Poke's tongue, he looked up and watched her. From his position beneath her upright body, he watched her tits shimmying in her hands. Between and above her tits, he saw her face had a look of extreme lust.

There was something about being flat on his back, with both these women working on him, that was very exciting. With a cunt wiggling on his tongue, and his prick in the grip of a hot mouth, Poke was a slave to these Amazons.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sara cried. "Uhhhh!"

Her body was trembling wildly now. Her clit rubbed on Poke's nose as she lowered her cunt cave on his tongue. Her pussy hair spread over his wet cheeks and her ass fluttered on his chest.

Her thick cuntjuice, flowing into his mouth and down his face, made this weird action even more exciting for the cunt-lapping boy.

"Ooooooh!" Sara's voice rose like a wolf in heat.

She was coming, Poke knew. Even if he hadn't been looking up at her as she went into fits of orgasmic lust, he would have known she was coming by the way she ground her cunt on his face. Now, her pussy didn't distinguish between his tongue and his nose or chin. She merely rubbed the spread lips of her cunt all over the boy's face, bearing down with almost all her weight.

Having his face scrubbed like this was thrilling for Poke, who had only known cunts for about a week. Before that the idea of merely getting his finger into one sent him into a horny rage.

Even with the excitement of Sara's pussy spasming on his face, Poke was aware of Liza's mouth on his prick. She took her mouth away suddenly, leaving his cock cooling in the breeze again.

But then he felt Liza's heavy thighs surrounding his. She grabbed his prick in a tight grip. Her hot cunt met his cockhead and slipped down over his prick.

"Uh!" Poke gasped, letting Sara's pussy juice run into his throat and making him gag.

With his prick reaching into Liza's cunt, Poke knew this was it. His jism was going to flow!

"Ahhhh!" Liza cried as she bounced up and down on Poke's throbbing cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sara moaned as she dropped her tits from her hands and leaned forward over his face.

Sara's pussy was slowing down its wiggling on his face. Poke saw how her tits hung from her chest now, and how her face was relaxed. But her pussy was still spread over Poke's face, and he couldn't breathe. That didn't diminish the pleasure of having Liza's cunt sliding over his prick.

Finally, Sara dismounted from Poke's face. She sprawled on the grass beside him, opening the view of Liza straddling Poke's hips and fucking him eagerly.

Poke lifted his soaking face to watch the girl's wild ride. Her big tits hopped frantically on her chest. Her belly quivered slightly. She held her head back and her arms out to the sides like a rodeo cowboy.

Between Poke's and Liza's pubic patches, his cock appeared and disappeared every time the girl lifted and dropped her cunt.

"Eeeeee!" Liza wailed as she bounced. "Ahhh!" Poke cried as his orgasm struck. The boy threw his hands out and dug his fingers into the soil as though he were afraid of falling off the earth. With his ecstasy raging, it seemed like his body had turned into pure sexual energy!

"Oh, my!" Sara sighed as she watched the two kids hit their pinnacle of lust. "My, my, my!"

As he writhed with joy, Poke kept his eyes on Liza. The sight of her body rising and falling on his spewing prick made his pleasure more intense. Her tight cunt was milking him, keeping his cream pumping out with pangs of blinding pleasure.

Poke didn't know how long Liza kept her pussy churning on his prick. It seemed like hours. When she finally stopped, she fell forward and brought her massive tits down on the boy's chest.

Gravity took over again, Poke could tell by the weight of Liza's tits on him. He panted, amazed at what had happened and the pleasure it had given him. Let's prick, still in Liza's cunt, tingled with the effects of their fucking.

Sara moved closer to the kids, bringing her tits to rest on Poke's arm.

"I knew you were a nice strong boy," Sara said as she stroked his head. "That strong coffee gives you strength. And put a lot of honey in my jam. Lots of honey is good for you."

As she spoke, Poke's prick began to stiffen again. Since it was still up Liza's cunt, she was the first to know. She lifted her body as if the cock in her was forcing her upward. But it was the hope of more fucking that made her rise.

Sara knew what was happening in her daughter's cunt, though. And she made her claim.

"My turn, honey," she said as she roughly shoved Liza off Poke.

The sunlight didn't have a chance to touch Poke's cock before Sara hopped on him and brought her pussy to his prickhead. She slid down his cock with a yelp of joy.

Since he'd just come, Poke's prick was very sensitive. But he could last longer than he had before. With that in mind, Sara didn't hold back.

Rather, she began lifting and lowering her cunt on Poke's towering cock with all her energy.

Poke watched her fucking him. She was leaning back, with her hands behind her on Poke's thighs.

That gave the boy a great view of her cunt sliding up and down his fuck shaft!

Poke found he had another fascinating view.

Liza was sitting on the grass, watching. Her legs were spread and her hands were in front of her cunt. Then Poke noticed something green in hands. With a jolt, he realized it was the cucumber Sara had shown him! She was sticking it up her cunt!

Remembering how fat that vegetable was, Poke got a thrill from seeing the girl shove it into her pussy. When it was lodged deep in her cunt, she held it by its very end and quickly moved it in and out of her pussy.

Poke looked back up at Sara. Her tits were leaping on her chest with her wild fucking. Then he looked back at Liza. She was ramming the cucumber in and out of her cunt with all her might.

All three of them were soon howling with sexual rapture. Then they lay sprawled in the grass, exhausted.

"How about some more coffee?" Sara asked as she dragged herself over to Poke again. "And some nice homemade bread, with lots of jam?"

But Poke remembered John and Sue. He didn't want to be stranded on this island. Not that being stranded wouldn't have its rewards. But these horny ladies might prove too much. After all, how much good would coffee and jam do after a few days of this action?

So Poke made his apologies, saying he had to meet some friends at their boat.

"What a shame!" Sara said with genuine sorrow.

But the girls helped him dress, then walked him back to the cove.

"Promise you'll come back," Sara said, still clinging to Poke's arm.

"I will, I promise," Poke said as he walked away.

He kept looking back at the two naked women who were waving to him with their hands and tits. He would be back.

"Ey, skipper," John said as Poke walked up to him and Sue on the beach. "Find anything interesting?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Poke said.