Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

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.