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Brad Logan A ball with the kids CHAPTER ONE Poke sat on the dock looking - photo 1

Brad Logan

A ball with the kids

CHAPTER ONE

Poke sat on the dock looking down at the tanned girl. He loved the way her tits jostled in her bikini top. Her tits were big and bouncy and her bikini was tiny. There seemed to be a pretty good chance of her tits tumbling right out, especially with the way she kept bending down to pick up the loose ropes that lay all over the deck of the sailboat.

Every time she bent down, Poke's heart would skip a beat. The chance of seeing one of her tits spill out, and the total effect of this gorgeous creature thrilled the young boy.

The girl had long, straight blond hair which swept down as she bent. Her round ass stuck out, showing the crescent moons of her asscheeks below her bikini bottom and the top of her asscrack above it.

Her tummy was flat, and her legs were long and slender. Her pretty little feet padded about on the teakwood deck. She was coiling the ropes and hanging them neatly on cleats and winches.

Poke knew about boats from the books he'd read. But he'd never been on a boat in his life except for the rowboats in Lake Floyd and the ferryboat ride he took once as a kid. Now that his parents had rented a house in Dappled Harbor, Poke was ready to go sailing as soon as someone invited him.

When the girl had all the ropes coiled and hung up, she stood and grabbed the top of her bikini. Tugging up on it, she gave her body a wiggle, settling her tits deeper into the black bikini.

Then she noticed the boy above her. She looked up, her blue eyes flashing as they met Poke's greedy eyes. Poke froze with embarrassment as he looked down at the girls pretty face. Her tanned face broke into a smile. Poke smiled back. Then the girl hopped down into the cockpit of the yacht and began wiping the varnished seats and railing.

The few seconds they had looked into each other's eyes left Poke gasping. Now that she had smiled at him, he knew he should say something to her. She was friendly enough, and if he talked to her she might invite him to go sailing. There was going to be a race with these beautiful old boats this afternoon, and she might need another crew member.

But Poke was shy. Besides, he had never sailed a boat. Reading a few books had taught him the difference between port and starboard, and between a jib sail and a halyard rope. But it would be obvious right away that he was a lubber. He was willing to admit that he didn't know about sailing, but he was eager to learn. And even if she didn't invite him to crew for her, at least he could ask the girl her name.

As Poke agonized with his shyness, he kept watching the gorgeous girl. She was on her hands and knees in the cockpit seat, wiping the brass jib sheet winch. Her big tits, supported by her bikini, shook with heavy motion.

Suddenly, the girl let out a little yelp. She waved her hand at her ass as she twisted around. Poke saw a big horsefly hovering near her ass. Those flies could bite, Poke knew. Though not very painful, they were a nasty surprise.

As the girl twitched around to chase away the fly, a miracle happened. One of her tits flopped right out of her bikini!

Poke found himself staring at a big, beautiful tit. In contrast to the girl's tanned skin, her tit was snowy white. At its blunt tip was a large, pink nipple.

The girl jumped to her feet and grabbed her tit with one hand. With the other she pulled at the empty side of her bikini top, and she stuffed her tit back into place. Then she casually began polishing the winch again.

Poke was stunned. He was a horny kid, and the sight of a naked tit was enough to unhinge him. His prick had stiffened and he was gasping.

Now that the girl had this accident right in front of him, she wasn't going to invite him to go sailing, he figured. Not that she was likely to invite him anyhow. But now there seemed to be no hope at all. There was no point in hanging around any longer, Poke thought. So he ambled away.

Poke and his parents had only been in Dappled Harbor for three days. So far, he spent most of his time hanging around the harbor in the afternoons and wandering down the streets at night. All his parents wanted to do was sit in the sun or watch television. They could have stayed in Boston to do that. Then Poke would still have Joyce, his girlfriend, to neck with.

Heading home, Poke walked through the parking lot at the public landing. It was getting more crowded every day.

Poke felt low. He knew that he was going to jerk off when he got home. But it seemed awfully depressing to travel all the way to Dappled Harbor, where gorgeous girls raced their boats all day and fucked all night, and spend his time jerking off.

As Poke squeezed between a van and a tourist bus, he noticed something in the van. It had tinted windows but, with the bright sunlight shining through them, Poke could make out a dim silhouette. It was a woman, and she was naked. Her tits showed clearly. Poke could even make out the dark spots of her nipples. The naked woman was sitting, leaning forward. Her tits hung slightly. Then two hands came into view from below and grabbed her tits.

Poke gasped with lust as he watched this strange scene. When the woman began rocking back and forth, Poke thought his heart was going to stop. The chick was getting fucked! She was sitting on a guy, his prick reaching up into her cunt. And this secret ritual was going on less than ten feet away from him.

Poke tried to see more. His eyes followed the woman's body down to where her cunt would be, but it remained hidden in darkness. When he looked back up at her tits, he found that the man had let them go and they were swinging with the rhythm of the woman's rocking.

Poke was in agony and ecstasy. He desperately longed to have a woman sitting on his own prick, rocking back and forth, and swinging her tits above his chest. But he was thrilled at the sight of a beautiful pair of tits swinging like pendulums while their owner rocked and bounced in quickening rhythm.

Hands rose again from beneath the swinging tits, taking them into a tight embrace. This was exciting for Poke to watch, too. He imagined holding a pair of heavy tits in his hands. He remembered the tits he'd held and the sight of the pretty girl on the boat whose tit he had just seen.

Poke's prick throbbed as he watched the fucking in the van. The man's hands disappeared again, leaving the woman's tits to swing freely once more. Then faint, high sounds came to Poke's ears.

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman was crying in passion.

As Poke moved his fist back and forth on his twitching cock, the woman he watched began bouncing wildly. The boy was amazed at the energy and speed of her fucking, and he was equally amazed at the way her tits shook.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, loud enough for Poke to hear the ecstasy in her voice.

He pumped his prick with the rhythm of the woman's fucking, trying to imagine that her cunt was sliding on his prick. But it was impossible for him to imagine how her cunt would feel wrapped around his prick, for he had no experience to draw upon. He was a virgin.

It didn't take long for Poke to come. He grabbed his handkerchief just in time to catch the flooding stream of jism that spurted from his prick. Though his body was racked with a fit of sexual bliss, his eyes remained on the woman as she kept her tits swinging.

As the last drops of Poke's cream oozed from his cock, the woman slowed, then stopped her rocking. She sat up straight, lifting her tits. They were shaped differently now and looked like scoops of ice cream crowned with cherries.

Then the woman leaned forward again, lowering herself until she faded into the darkness below the window. So Poke was left with a sticky prick as she imagined how it would feel to have a chick lay her tits on his chest after a good fuck.

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