Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

"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.