Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman gasped, her quavering voice rising from the snug cabin to Poke's ears.

The man's hand moved back and forth and around as he gave her cunt, wrapped around his finger, a massage. Meanwhile, he continued sucking the woman's tits.

Snuggled under the tree above the boat, Poke watched with rising passion. His own experiences with Muffy came back to him so vividly he could almost feel her cunt gripping his finger as he watched the man in the boat finger-fucking that chick. And he thought he smelled the fragrance of hot cuntjuice.

Poke kept sliding the skin of his prick back and forth, but forcing himself to do it slowly so he wouldn't come before the final act.

After the man fingered the woman's cunt for a while, she reached for his prick. The man turned his hips, bringing his monstrous prick up where the woman could reach it easily. Her fingers traveled the length of his cock, then tripped its fat head. Poke imitated her technique on his own throbbing prick.

The man lifted his face from her tits. Then the woman began sliding down the man's body. His hand left her pussy and he lay on his back. The woman kept slithering down the bunk until her face was level with the man's prick. She dragged her tits over his thigh and kissed his prick knob. His cock disappeared into her face. She moved her head up and down, sliding the guy's prick in and out of her mouth. As her head bobbed, her tits remained spread on the man's thighs even though the woman's chest moved up and down.

Poke was fascinated with the way her tits stretched and were compressed by her motion while leaving their nipples in contact with the man's leg.

As she sucked the man, the woman reached for her own cunt again. And, again, she seemed to do it slyly so the man wouldn't notice. She still held the base of the man's prick with one hand as she sucked him. But her other hand crept down her side, and between her thighs. Poke saw her wrist tent in front of her pussy, moving rhythmically.

It was a kinky sight to see a chick tickling her own cunt, especially under these circumstances. The effect on Poke was profound. It was difficult for him to keep his hand moving slowly on his prick. So he forced himself to let go of his twitching prick until he cooled down a bit. He knew that if he came he wouldn't enjoy this display nearly so much.

"Do you want to get on top again?" the man asked.

"Umm," the woman answered by humming on the cock in her mouth.

She lifted her face from the man's prick. Then she pulled her hand from her cunt. Crawling up from beside the man on the narrow bunk, she threw one leg over him and sat over his prick. She reached below her cunt, grabbed the guy's cock, held it at the right spot, and lowered herself slowly.

Poke watched her spread ass descend until it rested on the man's thighs.

"Ohhhhh!" the woman sighed as the man's prick slipped inside her cunt.

This was the same position they were in when Poke saw them fucking in their van. And, just like that time, the man lifted his hands to cradle the chick's hanging tits.

With the view of the woman's back and ass, Poke couldn't see her tits. But he didn't have to. Just watching the man's arms moving as he held her tits was exciting. Poke had a great view of her ass as it moved up and down over the man's thighs. Her asscheeks were separated by her spread pussy in her straddling position.

But the way her ass moved thrilled Poke more than anything else! As her body moved up and down, Poke imagined his own cock sliding in her cunt. Her movements were slow, up and down, with a wiggle.

Poke grabbed his cock again and stroked it with the same speed and rhythm of the woman's ass movements.

"Aaaaah!" she began groaning.

The chick began moving up and down faster. Her asscheeks wobbled, then fluttered like a flag. She supported herself by putting her hands on the man's chest and leaning on them as her hips bounced and swiveled.

"Uh! Uh!" the man grunted as he thrust his hips up and down below the woman's cunt, driving his prick even faster.

Now Poke was jerking his prick as fast as he could. Again, he joined the man and woman in their ecstasy by watching and jerking off.

All three, fuckers and voyeur, began to slow down, then halted their exertions. The woman lowered herself onto the man's chest. Poke saw her tits bulging from between them.

Poke wiped his prick with a leaf and slipped his cock back into his pants. But now he had to worry about sneaking away without getting caught. Suddenly, it seemed so quiet that any sound he made would be heard by the fuckers in the boat. The night was clear, warm, and still. And Poke felt like a treed squirrel.

As the couple in the boat snuggled together, Poke sat on his perch, not daring to climb either up or down.

Finally, the woman stood up. When Poke got another good view of her naked body, his lust returned slightly. But the woman reached for the lamp and the light went out. The cabin was blank with darkness. Poke shrank back into the tall grass and sat still. Now that the light in the boat was out, there was more chance the couple would see him.

As Poke wondered what to do, he felt the ground beneath him giving way. The steep hill was covered with pebbled soil, and his feet were beginning to slide.

Poke was going to come down right beside the boat. Reaching desperately above him, he grabbed for the trunk of the little tree he was huddled beneath. Instead, he grabbed a fallen branch that lay on the hillside. Then he and the long branch came down in an avalanche.

Dragging the branch behind him, Poke slid with increasing speed, until he was sitting on the ground below the cockpit of the boat. The gravel and dust he had loosened rained down for several seconds.

Poke wanted to run. But first he had to climb to his feet. Before he managed that, there was a voice calling down to him.

"What's going on?" the man from the boat asked.

Poke looked up and saw the man peering down at him from high overhead.

"I slipped," Poke said. "I was at the top of the bill looking at the water and suddenly…"

The man laughed. "Are you all right? That was quite a slide."

Poke got to his feet, trembling with fear and embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said as he brushed the dust from his pants.

"Better watch where you're standing," the man said. "I know the water is hypnotizing, but don't stand too near a drop-off when you let yourself get hypnotized by it."

"Yeah," Poke agreed, trying to sound amused. He headed for the path up the hill, shaking from the scene he'd witnessed as much as from the spill he'd taken.

The next morning Poke headed down to the yacht club to meet Muffy. But she wasn't there and her dinghy was gone. Looking out over the harbor, he spotted Flame. There were three people on her deck. Then Flame's mainsail was hoisted, followed by her jib. The boat sailed away from her mooring with the bobbing dinghy tied to it.

Poke looked at his watch. It was five to nine. He was on time, but Muffy hadn't waited for him. He didn't know what to think, but he was angry and disappointed.

At times like these, Poke liked to drown his sorrow with a piece of pie and a Coke. So he went to Captain Jack's, the coffee shop above the boat yard. He sat at the counter and looked at the assortment of pies in the cabinet on the wall.

"Fall down any hills this morning?" the man next to him asked.

Poke looked at the man. It was the guy he peeked at the night before. And next to him was the woman.

Poke felt his face flush. After peeking at these people fucking, he felt awkward sitting next to them like this. But the man seemed friendly, and the woman was smiling at him.

"No," Poke said. "Not this morning."

"That's good," the man said. "That could be a bad habit."