Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

"Oh, Poke!" Muffy cooed. "That was so nice."

"Yeah!" he sighed.

Poke awakened the next morning with Muffy sleeping in his arms. He had slept like a dead man. The beer, the dunking and, most of all, the fucking exhausted him.

But now he was renewed. And, with a naked girl in his arms, his prick jerked eagerly. Lifting the blanket that covered them, Poke looked down at Muffy's tits. The sight filled him with new lust.

Their fucking seemed like a dream now. If he hadn't awakened with Muffy in his arms, he wouldn't have believed it happened. But it had, and Poke had been initiated into the world of sex. Now he had to keep his membership in good standing by fucking often.

He wanted to wake Muffy and fuck her again. Her warm body and the sweet smell of her cuntjuice drove Poke into a frenzy. So he shook the girl gently. She stirred slightly, but continued to sleep, breathing slowly and deeply.

He covered one of her tits with his hand and squeezed it. A smile turned up the corners of Muffy's mouth, but she slept on. Turning onto his side, Poke pressed his hot prick to her hip. She snuggled closer, but didn't awaken.

Then a bump and knock on the hull of the boat made the girl open her eyes.

"What's that?" she asked, suddenly alert.

"I don't know," Poke said. "Probably nothing."

He put his mouth on Muffy's and kissed her. But then voices drifted down the companionway to them. The boat tilted, rocked, and tilted again. Footsteps sounded on the deck above them.

"Billy and Taffy are here," Muffy said. "What time is it?"

Poke was crushed. He was all ready to fuck, and now was going to be denied the pleasure. Out of his mind with lust, he found he was hornier now than he'd ever been as a virgin.

"Hi," Muffy called. "We'll be with you in a minute."

She climbed over Poke and stood up. He looked longingly at her gorgeous, naked body as she pulled their clothing down from in front of the stove. She tossed his things to him, then got into her own clothes.

A girl's face appeared at the companionway as Poke stood to dress. He hid his nakedness by holding his shirt in front of his crotch.

"Oh, excuse me!" the girl said as she pulled her face out of sight. "Hey, Muffy. What are you doing aboard? Where's your dinghy?"

Muffy went up on deck and explained about the events of the night before, learning out Poke's responsibility for dunking them and losing the dinghy. She also left out their fucking.

When Poke was dressed, he climbed out of the cabin and was introduced to Billy and Taffy.

"Here's the course for the race," Billy said, handing a paper to Muffy. "Same as yesterday's."

Muffy went down below again, and she came back with a few oranges and crackers for Poke's and her breakfast. While the others ate, Billy and Taffy took the stops off the mainsail and hanked on the jib. Billy hauled the mainsail up, and it flapped and shook in the fresh breeze. Then Taffy raised the jib.

"Cast off," Billy called to Taffy.

Taffy unfastened the rope from the mooring, tossed it overboard, and hurried aft. Billy, with his leg thrown over the tiller, pulled the mainsheet. Taffy pulled the jib sheet. The sails stopped fluttering. The boat began to tip over.

Dropping his orange, Poke grabbed the cockpit railing, his eyes wide with fright.

But the boat didn't tip over. It merely leaned at a jaunty angle and silently slid through the water. Suddenly, the three sailors looked at Poke as though he were a strange creature.

He knew that boats heeled over when sailing into the wind and that a boat with a ballast keel couldn't tip over. But the sudden leaning of the yacht made him forget all he had read. Now he was humbled with shame.

"How much sailing have you done?" Muffy asked him, as she calmly crunched a cracker.

"Uh, well, none," Poke admitted. "But I've been reading all about it."

Poke was glad to admit his ignorance. He'd been worried about being found out. He knew Muffy wasn't going to throw him overboard.

"I'm a fast learner, really," he said.

"Well, it's a good thing Taffy showed up or we would have been short-handed," Muffy said. "Try not to get in the way, okay?"

Poke felt like a fifth wheel. But at least he was going sailing. Getting fucked and going sailing were the things he longed for, and now he had done them.

The race was fun. At the start, all the boats sailed back and forth behind the starting line, just missing each other as they maneuvered for position. Then, when the gun went off, they sailed across the line, heading for the first mark, a buoy five miles out into the bay.

When they reached the buoy, there were three other boats very close to them. But their boat had the right of way, and they passed two of the boats as they swung around the buoy, missing it by about a foot.

Poke was having a lot of fun. He thought this was as good as fucking… almost.

The race ended in mid-afternoon. They brought Flame in third, which was good among a fleet of twelve boats. Poke helped furl the sails. Then they went looking for the dinghy that had floated away the night before. They found it, and Poke insisted on rowing Muffy back to the yacht club. His rowing was awkward at first, but by the time they got to the yacht club he was doing well, hardly splashing Muffy at all.

Muffy invited Poke to have lunch at the yacht club with her. He was starved and accepted gratefully. But he was more concerned with his other hunger… the hunger for Muffy's body.

"Let's go back out to your boat," he said to her after lunch.

Muffy smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. "Wouldn't it be more comfortable at my house?"

"Yeah, but I want to be alone with you," Poke said.

"No one's home," Muffy said.

Her house was huge, with vast lawns sloping down to the harbor. They went straight up to Muffy's room, which had a view of the lighthouse and the bay beyond. But even that view couldn't distract Poke from the view of Muffy's body as she pulled off her jersey.

Her tits tumbled out. Again, Poke was astounded at the sight of her perfect, round titglobes. It was funny how he couldn't hold their image accurately in his memory.

With the sight of Muffy's tits in his eyes, Poke stripped quickly. He was naked by the time Muffy had her jeans opened. So he helped her, pulling off her jeans as she sat at the edge of her bed. Muffy grabbed her panties, lifting her ass, and slipped them off.

Sitting naked on the edge of her bed, Muffy was a perfect picture of erotic beauty. Her big, white tits looked even bigger because the rest of her body was so tanned. And her pink nipples seemed to shine.

But Poke was more interested in the lower regions. Another white bit of flesh stretched across the girl's belly, below her belly button. It framed her patch of pussy hair, making the reddish hair look like fire. Between her tan thighs, deep in her cunt, Poke saw a bit of pink flesh. Then he looked up at the girl's face. He saw that she was staring at his hard and bobbing prick.

Poke was so stunned at the beauty of Muffy's naked body he forgot that his cock was exposed. But now that he saw how intently the girl looked at his prick, Poke felt a different sort of excitement. He was proud of his big cock, and he loved having Muffy admire it.

As much as he loved staring at Muffy's body while showing off his own, Poke threw himself down beside the girl. There were greater treats awaiting him.

Leaning beside the naked girl, Poke reached across her with both arms and kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed as Poke covered one of her tits with his hand.

They fell back, lying down, with their legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Poke felt how Muffy's tit changed shape as she lay back. It lost its roundness, but not its firmness, as it spread out on her chest.