Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

Poke hurried home. He was lucky no one had seen him jerking off. He was losing his grip, he knew. But what was he supposed to do? After seeing that girl's tit he was out of his mind with lust!

"How about going fishing tomorrow?" his father asked Poke at dinner.

"People don't fish around here," Poke said gloomily.

"What do they do?" his father asked. "They go sailing," Poke said. "Well, I don't know how to sail. But maybe we could rent a rowboat and…"

"Forget it," Poke said. He could picture his father and him rowing around the harbor, while beautiful sailboats, full of beautiful chicks, glided past. The thought made him shiver.

That evening, Poke headed for town. As he hit the main drag, Overlook Street, he saw the girl whose tit had slipped out that afternoon. She was coming toward him. They were going to pass each other in a few seconds! As Poke tried to think of something to say to her, she disappeared into a doorway. When Poke saw it was a bar, his heart sank.

"I saw you down at the harbor this afternoon, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I saw you too."

"I hope you weren't looking when my tit slipped out of my bathing suit," she said. "That always happens whenever I went around like that in my suit. And those damn flies!"

Poke was surprised and excited at the way she mentioned her tit being exposed that afternoon.

"Hey, Muffy, let's dance," a boy nearby said to Muffy.

"See you later," she said as she wandered off to dance.

Poke went to the bar and got a beer. Then, sipping the beer, he cruised around the place, sizing up the situation.

He drained the beer and got another one. Then he headed toward the dance floor to watch Muffy.

She was a good dancer, with perfect rhythm. But Poke was mostly interested in the way her tits bounced and her ass shook. His prick inflated at the sight.

There were a lot of people dancing, and a lot of the girls were sexy foxes. But Muffy was the best looking and most stacked. In fact, she looked so good Poke almost decided to forget about her. He'd found that the better looking a chick was, the more difficult it was to get anything from her. But the beer gave him courage.

Muffy and her partner moved toward the bar. Poke sidled over to them.

"Is that your boat I saw you on today?" he asked.

"Yeah," Muffy said. "It belonged to our family for years, but when my father bought a new boat last year he gave me Flame… that's her name."

Standing next to the girl, Poke saw that she was even more beautiful than he'd thought. Her tits almost touched his chest, and her nipples seemed to reach for him.

They introduced themselves. Muffy said her family came to Dappled Harbor every summer. They had a house on the outer harbor. Poke told her this was his first summer and that he loved sailing but hadn't done any in Dappled Harbor so far.

"You can race with us tomorrow if you want," Muffy said.

"Okay," Poke said, trying not to sound too excited. "That sounds like fun."

Poke went to get them each another beer. As they sipped them, Poke kept taking sidelong glances at Muffy's tits. The thought of getting somewhere with this girl sent a thrill through him.

Then Poke asked Muffy to dance. She accepted. Before beginning Poke drank his beer to the bottom. The stuff was already going to his head but, besides making him dizzy, it gave him the courage he needed to pursue Muffy.

As they danced, Poke tried not to stare at Muffy's leaping tits. It was impossible. Her heavy tit globes moved up and down on her chest, and the bumps of her nipples slid around on the front of her jersey.

Poke knew it would be better if he didn't appear too horny. If he was cool, his chances would be better.

They danced until they were sweaty and breathless.

"Should I get a few more beers?" Poke asked. Muffy nodded, and Poke went to the bar for more beer.

"Can you handle a spinnaker?" Muffy asked.

Poke knew that a spinnaker was the big, ballooning sail, used to sail downwind, but he had no idea how to use one. What should he say? He didn't want Muffy to change her mind about taking him sailing.

"Well, we never used a spinnaker much," he said, watching her carefully.

"I'll do it then," she said. "You take the helm on the downwind leg. Taffy can tend the mainsheet."

Poke began to feel that he'd gotten in over his head. But he refused to back out now.

They spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and dancing. When they left, Poke was reeling and seeing double. But his drunkenness didn't lessen his lust for Muffy.

"Let's go over to your boat," Poke said. "I'd like to look it aver."

"Okay," Muffy agreed. "It's nice out there at night."

They went to the yacht club where Muffy kept her dinghy. She happed into the little boat, and Poke followed, moving carefully as the dinghy moved about under him.

"Untie us," Muffy said.

"Oh yeah!" Poke said as he turned and reached for the line that held the dinghy to the dock.

As soon as it was untied, Muffy began to row silently and smoothly toward the boats moored in the moonlight. As she pulled on the oars, her jersey tightened over her tits, showing them off in all their splendor.

Muffy kept glancing over her shoulder to see where she was going. When they reached Flame, she pulled on one oar, turning the dinghy and sliding it right up to the side of the yacht.

"You climb aboard first," Muffy said.

He stood up and stepped toward the bigger boat. But the dinghy tilted, spilling Poke toward Flame. He lunged for the lifeline that surrounded Flame's deck, grabbing it for dear life. But his feet were still hooked in the edge of the dinghy and his body was stretched over five feet of water that now separated the two boats.

"Poke! You're sinking us!" Muffy yelled. Poke tried to drag the dinghy under him again by bending his legs. But that forced the gunwale of the dinghy under the water. Suddenly, Muffy screamed. There was a splash. The dinghy disappeared from beneath Poke's ankles. He hung up to his waist in the cold water, holding onto the lifeline over Flame's deck.

Muffy appeared beside him. She put her hands on the deck and hoisted herself aboard. Poke climbed aboard too.

"What's the matter with you?" Muffy asked. "Haven't you ever been in a boat before? You never step out like that!"

"Gee, I'm sorry," Poke said as he climbed to his feet, water running out of his pants and shoes.

"Well, now we're stranded," Muffy said. "I'm not going to swim for the dinghy. Let it fetch up in the cove. We'll get it tomorrow."

Poke saw the swamped boat drifting away. He was going to spend the whole night with Muffy!

Muffy went down into the cabin, and Poke followed. She lit a kerosene lamp, then she lit a small stove on a shelf.

"We'd better get out of these wet things before we catch cold," she said as she unfastened her belt. "Well, turn around!"

Poke turned his back to the girl, although he had to use all his willpower to keep his gaze from her.

The cold water had begun to sober him, and being alone in the tiny cabin with Muffy had finished the job. Now Poke was completely sober and very horny.

"I don't know how many dry clothes there are aboard," Muffy said. "I'll hang our wet things near the stove. They'll be dry by morning. Take your clothes off."

Poke stripped off his wet clothing, dropping them to the cabin floor. Now that he was naked, his back turned to the girl, and his prick hard and throbbing, he wondered what was going to happen next. Anticipation made him shiver excitedly.

"Here," Muffy said. "Put this around you."

Poke turned, swinging his fat cock toward the girl. He saw her wrapped in a blanket and holding another blanket toward him. But then her eyes dropped to the prickmeat sticking out from Poke's crotch.