Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

"Ow, okay, okay!" Sue gasped. "That's deep enough!"

Poke's hips weren't resting on her asscheeks. He would have to sink a few more inches for that. But he didn't want to hurt her. So he stopped sinking his prick and let it pause where it was. And that was far enough to make Poke's head spin. He'd never had his prick in such a tight grip before.

Then he began pumping. His cock slid in the tight chamber of her ass lubricated only by the coating of cunt juice he had brought to her ass on his prick. The friction heated his cock quickly.

The way her asshole squeezed his fuckshaft reminded Poke of his own fingers holding his prick. But beyond her asshole, the cave of her ass stroked his prick like nothing else ever had. Her ass channel was a satiny sheath, sliding over his prick. It was heaven!

As he ass-fucked her, Poke lay his chest on her back and buried his face in her hair. This reminded him that Sue was on her stomach, and made the perversion more vivid. He pictured them in his mind's eye.

"Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh!" Sue moaned every time Poke's cock rammed high up her ass.

Poke loved how her ass gripped his cock as he pulled it back. He loved the way it felt when he drove it deep again too, as her ass stretched over his prick.

Suddenly Poke realized that his hips were now slapping against Sue's asscheeks with every lunge. He was giving her his entire length!

Her asshole quickly started his jism gushing and his body jerking. As he filled her ass with hot jism, his prick was lubricated more and more. The friction decreased, and he was able to keep his cock sliding longer than he thought. When he finally stopped, he was numb.

Poke lay on Sue's back, dazed and drained. But she was moving beneath him, her ass wiggling and shaking him.

Sue had slipped her arm beneath her, reaching for her erect clit. And now, with his prick still in her ass, she rubbed herself into ecstasy. He went along for the ride. Poke liked the way it felt. His prick was being hugged by Sue's asshole as he was bounced.

"Ahhhhhh!" Sue cried as she gave herself another orgasm.

When she came, her ass spasmed, giving Poke's cock vigorous squeezes. His prick had begun to soften, but this treatment stiffened it again. By the time Sue's orgasm died, Poke was geared up for another. So he began pumping his cock in her ass again.

This time he fucked her slowly. He moved his fat cock in and out of the depths of her ass. Gradually, he reached a second orgasm, a more explosive one than before.

As he lay on Sue, gasping and sweating, he was glad she was not rubbing her clit again. Otherwise, this could go on all night.

Poke, exhausted and spent, fell into sleep while still on Sue's back, plugged into her ass. Once more, the breeze caressed him. Loon's rocking on the dark ocean, in Poke's dreams, was the sloop's powerful driving through the waves. By the time sunlight poured through the hatch, waking him, he had sailed over the world's great oceans.

Poke lay in his bunk, looking up at the blue sky and enjoying the boat's gentle motion. In the main cabin, voices mingled with the sound of frying bacon. And when the smell of breakfast reached him. Poke climbed out if his sleeping bag.

The head was between his cabin and the main cabin, so he slipped into it. The tiny basin was just the right height for washing his prick.

His morning toilet completed, Poke joined Sue and John at the table for breakfast. He was glad John had slept through Sue's and his perversions. But when he looked at Sue, his conscience, as well as his prick, stirred.

"I don't like that northerly wind," John said. "Could mean bad weather."

John turned on the radio, and he tuned in the marine forecast. "Small craft warnings, northwest winds twenty-five to thirty knots, gusting to thirty-five, seas five to eight feet, visibility five miles," the announcer said.

"At least we'll be able to see where we go down," John said.

"Should we sail?" Sue asked. "We could wait here 'til tomorrow."

"Yeah," John said. "But the winds won't be so bad here, with Marshall and Gull Islands to the north. The seas in the bay are never too bad. And Loon was built for heavy weather. But it's up to you both. What do you think, Poke?"

"I'd like to sail. That is, it you do," Poke said, although the weather report made his heart pound.

"We can slip into Deep Harbor if it's too rough, can't we?" Sue asked.

"Sure. So we sail?" John asked.

Sue and Poke nodded.

John made more coffee. He filled a big thermos, since it was going to be too rough to make coffee later. By the time they went on deck, the wind was already freshening.

Poke watched John raise the mainsail only until the first set of reef points were along the boom. They tied the reef points around the boom so only three-quarters of the sail would be used. Even so, the wind made the sail crack like rifle fire. Then they hanked on the smaller jib and hoisted it.

When they cast off, Poke's heart was in his mouth. But with shortened sail, Loon ignored the stiff breeze. Poke relaxed.

But as soon as they left the harbor, Poke found that a reefed sail didn't make the weather go away. In the protection of the harbor the wind had been blocked by the hills and the seas spent their energy on the point of land that jutted across the harbor's mouth. Now they felt the full force of wind and waves.

They were headed due north, a close reach from Longneck. So they trimmed the sail and headed into the weather. Loon plowed forward but, every now and again, water was tossed over her deck as a wave hit Loon's bow. And, in the fierce wind, moving about and talking was difficult.

Sue went below and passed foul-weather outfits to John and Poke. With the yellow rubber jackets and pants on, the spray that hit them no longer mattered. But the wind entering Poke's hood sounded unfriendly. It whistled in the rigging nearby.

Poke made himself comfortable in a corner of the cockpit, out of the wind and spray. John, at the helm, had no protection, but he didn't seem to mind.

Poke was no longer afraid, Loon had proved equal to the weather. But when the sun disappeared and the water looked like molten lead, Poke felt uneasy. Then the wind got stronger, heeling Loon until her leeward rail was underwater.

Looking over to John, Poke saw that he was smiling, enjoying the ride. Loon was bucking and leaning over, but making headway and leaving a long wave curving behind as the wind blew the surface of the water to the east.

"Better tie in another reef," John called. "Poke, take the helm."

Poke moved to the tiller and took it from John. The boat swerved until Poke got used to the way the tiller pulled, trying to let the boat head into the wind.

Sue came out on deck to help. John hauled in the jib and let out the main until it was snapping and shaking angrily. Then he and Sue lowered the sail until the next row of reef points came down to the boom. Now only about half the mainsail was catching wind. When Sue and John trimmed the sail, Poke was glad to see that Loon sailed without dipping its rail in the water. The spray wasn't so bad now either.

Sue went back down below to fix some sandwiches, and John took the helm again.

"You can go below if you want," John yelled to Poke.

"No, I'm all right," Poke said as he curled up again against the cabin and cockpit railing.

With the double reef in the sail, Loon was well behaved. Poke was glad to be getting this taste of rough weather, but he would be happier when it was over.

Sue passed sandwiches and coffee to John and Poke. With a full stomach, the boy felt better.

Before long, Loon's leeward sail was underwater again. The sky was darker, and the waves were steeper and closer together. When the boat dipped into the trough, the waves all around were high above Poke's head. And when they rode up on a crest, the view of the ocean reminded Poke of a watery mountain range. It was an awesome sight fair him.