George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, who lived from 1770 to 1831, was not only a great German philosopher, but is acknowledged as the founder of an entire new school of philosophy in his own right. His was a philosophy of realism, as a few quotations from his works will show. The following are just a few examples:
"What is reasonable is real; that which is real is reasonable," Hegel said in Philosophy of Right, published in 1821. In Philosophy of History (1832), he offered: "To him who looks upon the world rationally, the world in its turn presents a rational aspect. The relation is mutual." In the same work, he went on: "It is easier to discover a deficiency in individuals, in states, and in Providence, than to see their real import and value."
One may agree or disagree with any particular statement Hegel made, but any reader who dips even lightly into his work will be forced to admit that his thinking was far ahead of his time. Particularly if one is inclined to think of philosophers as ivory tower intellectuals, his writing comes as a surprise. It is so applicable to the world as it is today, and so completely modern in its style, that it would not be out of place in a contemporary newspaper.
Hegel also made some statements that remain controversial even how, but that are particularly relevant to today's problems. For instance: "The birth of children is the death of parents." A statement like that will inevitably shock some, but it is worth thinking about ....
Parenthood, of course, has always been virtually sacred and above criticism-until recently. In the past few months and years, we have heard a great deal from the advocates of ZPG-Zero Population Growth. These people are preaching the avoidance of the disasters of a real population explosion; they want to stabilize Earth's population exactly as it is now by limiting every pair of parents to two children. Their arguments seem to make a good deal of sense, but there are some strictly contemporary writers who believe, as Hegel undoubtedly would have, that they are not carrying their thinking to its ultimate logical consequence.
One such writer is Ellen Peck, author of the controversial book, The Baby Trap. In a recent article called "Obituary: Motherhood," published in Environmental Quality Magazine, she stated her case even more succinctly. "Applehood and mother pie are losing ground," she began-and went on from there.
"Once, there were good and valid reasons to have children," Mrs. Peck said. "Once, it was inevitable. Once, there was nothing else to do. Once human survival depended on human fertility. Once, the attainment of adulthood was marked by a desire to share one's values and delights in life with one's own children.
"But these things are no longer true. Today, contraception and sterilization can be chosen; there is a world outside the home for the women; our survival now rests with our ability to stop smothering the eco-system with our numbers; and parenthood, today, seems to us the very opposite of adulthood. (One spends twenty years in the discovery of life, the world. Why, on the very threshold of adulthood, retreat once more to toilet training and the ABC's?) And things that are of value in our lives-from the beauty of nature to the absence of fascism-disappear a bit with each new birth. Cement enshrouds the landscape; centralization and expanding government controls curtail a few more freedoms. (More people are less free-you may have noticed.)"
It is entirely possible to consider Mrs. Peck as a totally selfish person and ignore her. It is also possible to construct plausible arguments against what she is saying. She appears to be an extremist, and if she had her way and there were no more children at all, the world would soon end-quietly, but very effectively.
CHAPTER ONE
Giddy with a sense of anticipation bordering on sexual excitement, petite, blonde-haired Alicia Benedict followed her husband and two children up the gangplank, to the Pacific Deck of The Princessa. The deck was already crowded with passengers who would accompany them on the thirteen-day luxury cruise down the coast of Mexico ... then back to Los Angeles Harbor.
The Mexican Riviera. Alicia recalled the travel brochures: vacationers strolling barefoot along the white beaches of Puerto Vallarta, where Aztec emperors once walked; Santiago Beach, Manzanillo, with its warm clear waters and gold-colored sand, and Coco Beach's huge waves; Acapulco, with its cosmopolitan nightclubs and hotels contrasting starkly with huts and ruins on the outskirts of the city; Zihuatanejo, and last, before returning to Los Angeles, Mazatlan's smart shops and horse-drawn carriages. It was, indeed, for Alicia, who had been no further than Laguna since Joey, her oldest, was born, an experience to be excited about.
Now, while Dave and the kids hunted for a cabin steward, she looked about. She'd heard from friends that some, swingers, they were called, took the cruise regularly, for the specific purpose of sex. That, too, excited her. She'd been footloose at one time; before she married Dave, before Joey and Nancy were born. But in the sixteen years between then and now, with the responsibilities of motherhood and being a homemaker, there'd been no time to be untrue to Dave.
She looked from face to face, listened to the laughter and chit-chat. Most of the passengers were youngish, hers and Dave's age, and attractive. There were three elderly couples, one standing at the deck rail, waving bon voyage to some relative or another. Most of the women, dressed smartly but casually, wore things which emphasized their figures. And the men! God! The men! she thought. It was as if she'd been transported into a land of well-built, suntanned giants.
Self-consciously, comparing her outfit to the colorful dresses around her, Alicia glanced down at herself. The bright yellow minisuit she wore was almost a year old. And her shoes-white heels, the left one scuffed-they, too, were almost a year old. But there they were, as incongruous as it seemed, at the end of her well-turned legs ... planted on the deck of a spanking white yacht, amid people who probably did this kind of thing every day. And, if what she'd heard was true, amid sex libertines, who, at that very moment, were looking about as she was and preparing a scorecard of bedmates.
Suddenly Alicia had the uneasy feeling that she was being watched. Her heart raced as she looked from smiling face to smiling face. Some nodded. Others stared speculatively. Her gaze settled on a tall man, looking down at her from the ladder to the Promenade Deck. He was watching her with steady, almost black eyes.
Was something showing, she wondered. Again she looked down at herself ... past her high, jutting breasts ... past the delightful swell, the roundness even she adored, of her belly, to her hemline. She reddened. "Oh darn!" One stocking had slipped from the garter belt clasp, and the top, the black area, the part which was supposed to remain hidden beneath the skirt of the minisuit, drooped horribly.
Wanting to die, to fall through the deck and sink, she glanced helplessly back to the man on the ladder. She'd considered wearing pantyhose, and now wished she had. But she couldn't stand the feel of anything tight on her bottom, or digging into her crotch. Even panties made her uncomfortable, conscious of her sex, and she wore underwear only because Dave-who, she'd discovered shortly after their marriage, was a bit of a prude-insisted she keep herself covered down there.
The man came slowly down the ladder and crossed the crowded deck, to where she stood. Feet wide apart-sea legs, wondered Alicia-one hand resting easily in a pants pocket, a cigarette held loosely in the other, a disarming grin on his rugged, dark face, he asked, "Can I give a helping hand where you need it?"
Alicia hesitated. She felt an old, almost forgotten tingle in her lower belly. She squeezed her thighs together. Dave hadn't made her feel like that in years.
"Name's Manny," the man said, eyeing her legs. "Short for Emmanuel ... from my Mexican ancestors." He continued to eye her legs boldly, sure of himself, as if he was accustomed to bending women to his will.
Nervously Alicia laughed. She looked past him. Dave and the kids, apparently having the time of their life, were at the far end of the deck, paying absolutely no attention to her. She looked back to Manny. Her gaze dropped from his handsome face, to his blue seaman's jacket, to his crotch. The white pants displayed his sex in bold outline. His cock, like a thick firehose, hung almost a foot down the inside of one pants-leg.
Merciful heavens, thought Alicia, tearing her gaze away, if the darn thing's that long flaccid, what in the world would it be when it found its way into a woman?
Remembering the stocking, she said, "Is ... is there somewhere I can fix it?"
Manny flipped his cigarette over the rail. It spiraled down, hit the water of Los Angeles Harbor, and made large, incongruous circles on the surface. Everything about this day, it seemed to Alicia, was incongruous. And now, without a word, as if they were old friends, perhaps lovers, Manny took her by the hand and led her to a dark, incongruous portal, below the ladder he'd come down moments before.
"Where in the world are we?"
"Leads to the engine room," explained Manny, closing the steel door behind him. He leaned back; arms folded across an enormous chest. Again he eyed her legs. "Don't mind me. No one will bother us here, and I like watching."
In the dim light, Alicia watched his face as she lifted the hem of the skirt and groped for the gartered belt clasp. Her fingers trembled. But she felt suddenly reckless. She lifted the hem high ... much higher than was necessary ... knowing he could see her panties and a hint of the blonde wedge that had driven the boys crazy and had made Dave propose the first time they screwed in his car.
"First trip?" asked Manny.
"Is ... is it that obvious?" Alicia frowned. Without the pull of the stocking holding it stable, the garter belt had ridden up, and now, with a strange man looking on, she had to dig for the clasp beneath the leg band of the panties. "I ... I thought I was very suave about it," she continued, feeling totally and wonderfully depraved, not giving a damn, for the first time in years. "But it is my first cruise. We're celebrating my husband's-"
"You're married?"
"Does that surprise you?"
"No. Not really. Most of the frustrated ones are."
Alicia straightened. The garter belt clasp slipped higher. Color crept up her neck, into her cheeks. "If you think I came in here because of that!"
Manny's eyes narrowed. "Look's like you're having trouble. Here! Let me help." Before she could utter a word, protest or consent, he came away from the closed" portal and squatted with both hands on her soft upper thigh.
"Don't!"
"Hm! We may have to take your panties off to get at it. Hold still."
Incredulous, Alicia felt his rough hands slip boldly under the skirt to the waistband of the panties. "This is madness," she whispered, trying not to show what she felt. But her cunt, the tight pink slit which hadn't opened and closed on a strange length of hard meat in sixteen years, gave her away. Already it was soaking the crotch of the panties ... discharging ... ready to take anything he had to give.
"These cruises are great for what you need," said Manny, inching the undergarment down. "What's your name, anyway? I like to know whose ... ahhh ... whose garter belt I'm servicing."
"A-Alicia Benedict."
"Bend a dick, did you say?" Manny bared her hairy blonde pussy, left the yellow panties bunched at the top of her slightly parted, trembling white thighs, and toyed with the troublesome garter belt.
"Please don't. I ... I don't even know you."
"It's better that way, Bend-a-dick. That way, everything's a surprise. Like your pussy. I haven't seen one as blonde as yours since-" he paused to reflect: fingers moving slowly down her round belly-"since Janet Hopkins! Four cruises ago."
Alicia sucked breath through her teeth as his fingers dug hard into her cunt. She felt herself falling. But strong hands caught her in the small of the back and eased her against the cool steel bulkhead. Now Manny was standing ... inches away, ... the incredible thing in his pants growing fat. One hand dropped from her waist to the split up the middle of the plump halves of her ass. "Someone may come looking for us ... m-my husband," she gasped as he felt her. "PLEASE!"
"No one comes in here, baby. I know The Princessa from stem to stern. They use this passage as an escape route in case of a fire in the boiler room. That's why I brought you here. So we could fuck!" Manny pressed the stiffness in his pants into her hot crotch. His fingers toyed in the downy hair growing deep in the crack of her ass at her asshole.
Blood pounding in her temples, cunt aching to take him in, Alicia closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. She thought back to when she was a girl and things like this-fucking whenever and wherever a boy got a hard-on-happened to her regularly. But she was a woman now ... a married woman and a mother, she told herself. And Nancy, her thirteen-year-old, or Joey, her fifteen-year-old, or Dave, who no longer excited her as this stranger was doing, might come looking for her and find....
Manny unzipped his fly. A veiny cock, twice the length and thickness of Dave's, it seemed, leaped out. "You want it this way, standing up, or you wanna bend over and take it dog style?" he inquired, one fist around the base of the monster, and rubbing the gigantic pink glans up and down between the wet lips of her cunt.
"You ... you'll kill me," protested Alicia.
"They always say that. But it's as gentle as a lamb once it's sheathed." Manny pushed the panties down her stockinged legs, made her step out of them. The swollen head of his dick found the snug love hole below her blonde wedge and poked its way in.
"OWWW! Oh, please don't!"
Gripping the soft, round cheeks of her ass, ignoring her pleas, Manny forced half the length of his stiffness up her belly. "Jesus! For a woman whose been married sixteen years and had two kids, you're ... ummm! Your cunt's still as tight as a goddam virgin's!"
"It'll never go. Never! I ... I've always been close down there. I ... oh stop! OH! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Stop shit! You never had it so good, baby. That sweet little cunt of yours is going crazy inside. Christ! It's nipping like a kitten on catnip!" One finger of each hand digging deep in her asshole, forcing her vulva onto his lengthy shaft, Manny thrusted. "UMMM! Hot and tight! Good pussy, you got. Open wider."
"I can't!" wailed Alicia. "It ... it's too big!"
"Then put your legs around my waist," breathed Manny, mouth seeking her moist, parted lips and flicking in his tongue.
"We'll fall."
"Don't worry. I'll hold you. Get 'em up there and let's fuck. We've only got about fifteen ... ahhhhhhhhh! Fifteen minutes to sailing time. Then they'll be checking in here, all over the yacht, for stowaways."
Alicia stopped thinking, stopped protesting. She wrapped her arms around his neck. As his mouth covered hers-her bottom resting snugly in his huge, strong hands-she raised first one leg, then the other, to his waist. She crossed her ankles, worked her inner cunt muscles open. His tongue slipped into her mouth.
So good, she thought. So hard. So hot. So magnificently long. She moaned, gyrated her small hips, and drew the entire length of him inside her feverish pussy.
Dace Benedict followed his daughter, Nancy, who followed close on the heels of the white-jacketed cabin steward, down the plush, spacious center corridor of the Belvedere Deck. The Princessa was one hell of a ship, Dave mused, roomier, more like a hotel than a sea-going pleasure yacht. Although he'd been reluctant to celebrate his recent promotion aboard an overgrown canoe, giving in only to please Alicia and the kids, he now was pleased with the prospect of seven days adrift on this magnificent vessel. The thick red carpet underfoot, running for miles down the long center corridor, it seemed, was as springy as the soft hair on a young girl's pussy.
Petite Nancy! Dave watched his daughter's saucy round ass swish with provocative little-girl unawareness. Those goddam minis she wore! How many times had he told her to keep herself covered? Now, with each bouncy step she took, the hem of the skirt rose higher and he could almost see the soft underside of her bottom. She was a virgin, he knew. Because only a virgin could be so unaware of the effect her blossoming body had on men. He watched her ass, gaze riveted to the dip where the skirt hinted at the deep crack, dick half hard, and wondered-for the hundredth time? The thousandth?-what Nan would do if he suddenly grabbed her pert bottom, crushed her little body to him, and pressed his stiff cock to the swell which showed like a ripe plum when she wore tight shorts or jeans.
She's your daughter! Dave reminded himself. Thirteen years old! But he couldn't take his eyes off her plump ass. Lately he found himself looking at her in that way more and more. Trouble was ... he didn't feel much like a father, particularly Nan's father, when eyeing her sweet, five-foot tall, long brown-haired, pink and white-and whiter when her undergarments came off-little-girl body.
The cabin steward stopped before the door marked SUITE B10/12. He fumbled with keys, selected one from the ring with cabin tags dangling from each. He unlocked the door. A wide grin on his deeply tanned, blue-eyed face, he stood back and presented the twin cabin accommodations with outstretched hand. Wondering what was taking Joey so long to find Alicia, Dave followed Nan into the bright suite.
"Oh, Daddy," cooed Nancy after the steward had opened the curtains on the porthole and left them alone. She sat on the edge of the double bed, tested the springs. Leaning back on outstretched arms, tiny feet swinging a foot off the floor, she cocked her pretty head at Dave. Her eyes danced. "Where do you and Mummy sleep?" she asked finally.
Dave eyed her smooth, slightly parted thighs. From where he stood, beside the suitcases delivered earlier, he could see her white panties. He cleared his throat. His voice came out scratchy when he said, "You'll be sleeping with your mother in the adjoining cabin. Joey and me'll be sleeping together in here."
Nancy crinkled her nose. "Shit!"
"What'd you say?"
"I'm too big to sleep with Mummy. Besides ... if I sleep with her, what'll you do about you know what?" Letting her sandal drop to the carpet, Nancy raised her foot to the bed, knee high, boldly displaying herself. Interlocking her small fingers below the knee, she rocked.
Dave's collar felt tight. Now he could see the dark curls, short, red-brown cunt hairs, peeking from the leg band of the white cotton panties. Little-girl panties, he thought. He loosened his tie. Lately, always when they were alone, Nancy made comments a daughter had no business making to her father. And displayed herself-at home, leaving the bathroom door open while she toweled after a shower. His prick jerked. He watched her bold gaze drop from his face to the fly of his pants.
Nancy giggled. Her lower lip curled inward. A row of tiny white teeth, one chipped, appeared. She bit down.
"What's funny?" Dave asked.
The girl looked up from her father's stiffening cock. She studied him for a moment. Then, as if having made a crucial decision, she blurted, "As much as you like it, as much as you and Mummy do it at home, you can't go a whole week."
Dave felt the blood rush up his neck, fill his face. "You watch what you say, young lady. You're too young to be talking to me like that. For that matter, you're too goddam young to be talking to anyone like that!"
Again Nancy giggled. "You're so old fashioned!" she said, big brown eyes once again on his fly. "Everybody talks about sex nowadays. Cripesakes."
Dave tore his gaze away from her crotch. "I'm not everybody. And cover yourself. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times. You can't go around showing your body to a grown man. Even if the man happens to be your father."
Nancy leaped from the bed. Before Dave knew what she was up to, her strong little arms were tight around his neck. She stood on tiptoe ... cheek pressed to his chest ... belly to belly ... hot crotch on the hardness in his pants. "I love you even though you're dopey," she whispered, nuzzling. "Dopey, dopey Daddy. I know I can show you anything because I know you won't ever do anything to hurt me."
Dave tried to push her away. She clung. The skirt rode high. He felt her sweet cunt ... the swollen head of his dick digging into the slit at the crotch of her panties. Despite the confusion he felt, the guilt, his hands dropped to her waist. She was so tiny-breakable, it seemed. He smelled her hair. One hand slipped low on her hip. He felt the outward, downward curve at the top of one buttock. He groaned.
"I love you, Daddy." Nancy cuddled closer.
"I love you too, baby." Dave held her tight ... savoring the softness, the little-girl warmth and innocence of her. God help me! he thought, hand inching steadily lower, seeking the plump underside of one tender half-moon of flesh. I want more than anything to fuck my own little girl!
As The Princessa weighed anchor, fog horns blaring and passengers waving last-minute good-byes to those on shore, Joey Benedict saw his mother step from the portside door below the ladder leading to the Promenade Deck. "Hey Moth...." he began, and clamped his mouth shut because of the tall, dark man, who followed Alicia Benedict out of the dark passageway.
Mouth agape, Joey stepped back amid the noisy crowd at the rail. He watched his mother glance warily up and down the Pacific Deck. Apparently satisfied no one who knew her was watching, she stepped into the man's arms. They kissed. He watched the man squeeze her ass before she scurried away.
A lady shoved him. A man stepped on his toe. He dodged as the majority of those at the rail pushed from port, to stern, to watch Los Angeles Harbor disappear in The Princessa's wake.
Pensively, still unable to believe what he'd seen, the implications, he started for the wide port leading to the Belvedere Deck cabin area. He felt hot all over. Sure, he thought, he knew plenty of kids, guys at school, whose mothers fooled around. He had even screwed one; Mrs. Dwyer, a stacked old babe who happened to be his best friend's mother. But he had never before considered the possibility of his mother fooling around.
So absorbed was he in speculation about what had gone on between his mom and the tall stranger in the dark passageway, he didn't see the willowy redhead until it was too late. "Jeez!" he croaked, thrusting both hands out before him. They collided. He felt the redhead's hard nipples press through the garment she wore and into the palms of his hands.
"Fire someplace?" asked the redhead in a soft, sultry voice. She was taller than him, by almost a head, had green eyes, a wide red mouth, and freckles. And she didn't seem at all embarrassed or upset by the hands cupping her boobs.
"Ex ... excuse me." Hastily, but reluctantly, Joey dropped his hands. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I have to get below quick. My pop's waiting."
The woman eyed him, smiled. She stood close-as if purposely blocking the way. "My name's Milicent," she said. "Milicent Waters. 'The bridge over troubled waters,' my friends call me. Like the song. I have a way of spanning things."
Joey frowned. What in the fuck was she getting at, he wondered. He eyed her tits, the tight pants suit, her long trim legs. He could imagine her as a bridge over him ... naked, thighs wide, cunt moving slowly up and down on his stiff young cock. But no! he decided. His mind was merely buzzing with thoughts of what he'd seen moments before. The tall woman, Milicent, with free flowing hair down to her waist and a deep creamy cleavage at the V-neck of the clinging pants suit-obviously not wearing a bra, and no elastic leg band visible at the top of her thighs where panties ought to be-couldn't mean that!
Could she?
As if able to look inside his head and what she found there was agreeable, Milicent said, "I was looking for a steward. I have a lovely single on the Capri Deck. But no matter how hard I try, the darn window won't open."
"Porthole," Joey corrected. "Windows on boats're called portholes."
"Ship," countered Milicent. "A boat is something you row. A ship is a ship is a ship."
They both laughed. Then Milicent asked if he'd be a love and come down to the lower deck and open the porthole for her. Mind racing, heart thumping, cock growing hard, Joey agreed. As he followed her to the elevator, to the Capri Deck, his gaze never left the deep crack up the ass of the pants suit. He forgot all about Alicia, his mother, who was, at that very moment, entering the cabin where Dave and Nancy were locked in heated embrace. Now he thought only of the porthole ... the one between the redhead's jiggling cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
"What in the world ... ?" Stunned, her hand on the doorknob, Alicia stopped just inside the cabin. She watched Dave-not sure if what she saw was what she saw or unjustified suspicion because of what she'd done with Manny-push Nancy hastily from his arms.
"Mummy!" gasped the red-faced girl. "You ... you sneaked in so quietly you frightened me." She brushed hair from her brow, tried to smile, failed. She dropped her gaze. Her little breasts heaved as she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. She displayed all the telltale signs of sexual excitement.
As if, thought Alicia, she and her father were preparing to fuck and her coming in unexpectedly had stopped them. Alicia looked from the girl, to Dave. He, too, was flushed. And there was no mistaking the mighty bulge in his pants-leg. She hadn't seen him with a hard-on like that in years. The implication was unavoidable. But before she could open her mouth, speak her mind, Dave rushed across the cabin, kissed her cheek, and led her to the door to the adjoining cabin.
In the large dresser mirror against the pale green bulkhead across the cabin, Alicia watched Dave close and lock the door. Her cunt was sticky. She was anxious to shower. She'd forgotten to retrieve her panties, and had, since leaving Manny, envisioned someone finding the soiled undergarment, somehow linking it to her, and revealing to the world her first extramarital affair. But now the threat was all but forgotten. And although she'd promised to meet Manny on deck later that day and was excited about it, what she'd seen in the adjoining cabin was so incredible, so unlike Dave, everything else was secondary.
Dave came up behind her. "She's a lovable kid," he said against her hair. "She wanted to congratulate me on the promotion. A kiss. You know how kids are. Impressionable. Especially Nan. She's proud of the old man." He reached around, covered her breasts. He nibbled her ear-lobe as he'd done when they were courting.
Alicia felt his stiff dick probing the split up her ass. Could he be telling the truth, she wondered. Was it, after all, merely an innocent father-daughter embrace she'd seen? His hard-on! she reminded herself. Her cunt tingled. It was so stiff! And although she was angry, upset, confused and stunned and guilty and she didn't know what all, the hasty union with Manny had left her unsatisfied. "Did you get hard like that from congratulations?" she asked sourly.
"I've been waiting for you."
"I'll bet!"
"It's the sea air. It does something to my adrenals. I've had a stiff swipe since we came aboard." Dave abandoned one breast. His hand dropped to her belly. He traced its delectable roundness, rubbed.
"We haven't even unpacked," whispered Alicia as the insistent hand on her belly slipped lower, lifted the hem of the mini and felt her nakedness.
"Jesus Christ! What's with the no fucking panties again?" grumbled Dave.
Alicia turned in his arms. "You know I can't stand them. Nobody wears the darn things nowadays, anyway." She put her arms around his neck, offered her parted lips. "I've never been screwed at sea," she added, thinking of Manny, remembering the feel of his long veiny dick in her hole. "Kiss me and fuck me. Make love to me like you used to."
Dave kissed her. He lifted the skirt in back, cupped one cheek, and, with his other hand, extended his stink-finger and traced the crack of her ass. He pressed his stiffness into the blonde wedge at the top of her thighs.
Alicia shivered. She moved her hips in wide circles ... the way Dave liked it. She forgot about Nancy, about Manny. She felt his hard prick, opened her mouth and her legs, and waited for him to fill the emptiness pulsating between her trembling thighs. Her cunt ached for cock. Any cock. She thought of Joey. Would she allow Joey to do to her what Dave had been about to do to Nancy, she wondered. Fuck her? Do what Manny had done-standing up? What she now wanted from Dave? She supposed, at that very moment, as hot as she was, if Joey could somehow take his father's place, she wouldn't, couldn't stop him. The brief taste of a strange dick had made her wild again. She was desperate for man-meat. She didn't care whose. Just so long as it was big and hard and spat cream in her belly.
Without breaking the kiss, Dave lifted and carried her to the bed. He set her down in his lap. His tongue entered her mouth as he fumbled with the buttons up the front of the mini-suit jacket. His fingers shook. The stiffness beneath her, digging into the crack of her ass, threatened to drive pants and all up her wet hole.
Alicia broke the kiss. "Let me do it. It's faster."
Dave released her. They stood and threw off their clothes, and, in the bright morning light from the porthole, fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Alicia hadn't bothered with the black garter belt and stockings. She knew Dave liked it that way. When they first met, when they used to screw three and four times a night in his car, he used to demand she leave the darn things on. Now they locked lips once more ... tongues searching ... fingers and hands exploring. She rolled onto her back. She felt his cock, oh, so hard cock, brush her soft inner thighs. She opened her legs. She held her breath, arched her body, and waited for the glorious moment of penetration in her innards.
"How come you're so fucking juicy today?" asked Dave as he set the fat glans of his meat in the open lips of her anxious blonde pussy.
Alicia experienced a moment of fear. "I ... I want you, is all. Is that bad? We ... we haven't made love like this in so long I ... oh! Oh, Dave!"
Dave groaned as the tip went in. What she'd said was what he wanted to hear, she knew. But it was true, also. She hadn't wanted him this badly in so long she couldn't remember the last time. And now, as he raised up to watch his hard dick go in, she too watched. She gripped his shoulders, dug sharp fingernails into his flesh, and wiggled and wiggled until there was nothing except coarse cock hair left outside her hole.
"That's good, Alicia."
"Dave. Oh, Dave."
"Put your legs up. On my waist. I want you wide open. You're right ... we ... ah! AHHH! We haven't fucked like this in too long a time."
Alicia raised her legs, locked her ankles. Again she remembered Manny. Her asshole, her cunt lay open to the fullest. Did all men prefer it this way, she wondered. Like Manny? Now Dave? She recalled when she was a girl ... the clumsy attempts the boys made at lovemaking. Not one, not until she was older and dating older boys, had ever dared ask for something so basic. Getting "in" was always enough. She remembered that all the young ones she'd given herself to fucked so fast, as if afraid she'd change her mind before they could come, she'd ended each night of screwing by listening to Mom and Dad fuck and finger-fucking herself to sleep. Momentarily she wondered if Joey, her Joey, fucked the same way.
Dave grunted. Alicia watched his dick work. She watched him pull, push. She felt and saw his long dick slide into her. "OWWWWWW-WWWWWWWWWWWW! More! More Dave. More!"
"You're really on today, honey."
"The salt air."
"Yeah! But those fuckin' hips of yours. Jesus!" Again Dave thrusted, this time pulling back so far the glans almost slipped from the pouting pink lips of her cunt on the rebound. He drove back as Alicia raised up ... hot pussy nipping. He stroked smoothly in and out, setting a steady fuck motion, and increasing the tempo, faster and faster, pounding it into her cunt as they neared blast-off.
Alicia threw herself wildly into each stroke. Her cunt was on fire. She tightened the inner walls on his pistoning meat. It was so good! So fucking, fucking, fucking, cunt-fucking good! She moaned as he planted his prick to the roots, held it buried. She felt it throb. The glans expanded, contracted. "Do it, Dave," she sobbed, biting into his shoulder as his hands gripped her bottom ... middle finger searching through the puff of blonde hair at her anus. Up, up it went. She felt it scrape the thin membrane along the back wall of her vagina. "OWWWWW-WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she wailed. "Love me, Dave. Love me. Fuck me."
Dave dropped his face to her breasts and sucked one swollen pink nipple deep into the warmth of his mouth. His hard dick pulsed. Now he fucked the cylinder into her in short, rapid strokes. He squeezed the halves of her ass cruelly ... slink-finger buried to the hilt in the tightness of her asshole.
Alicia panted. Sweat broke out on her brow. Her little round belly grew tense. Her thighs quivered. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, bit into his shoulder until she tasted warm blood. The Princessa's blaring fog horns tooted goodbye to Los Angeles Harbor at the same time Technicolor rockets shot off in her head, and Dave, grinding cock hair into her bush, big hairy nuts slapping noisily against her ass, spurted three hot blasts of gism at the top of her sheath.
Alicia cried out. She suddenly thought of Joey.
From the edge of the bed in C14, the Capri Deck, Joey watched Milicent Waters pour him a glass of pop as his reward for unsticking the porthole window. He watched her bend. He wished he could touch her ass. He wished he had nerve enough to come right out and say, "Let's screw!" But he didn't. So he watched her and waited and hoped she'd say it for him. And all the time his eight inches of circumcised prick grew and grew.
In the sexy way she had of moving-without, it seemed, the slightest effort-Milicent approached the bed. She smiled, offered the glass. He took it from her hand, sipped. "It's hot," he complained.
Milicent sat close to him on the edge of the bed. "Don't you like things that're hot?"
"Sure! Some things. But soda pop ain't one of 'em."
Milicent laughed. She touched his arm; moved slender fingers up the seam of his shirtsleeve to his shoulder. The wedding ring on her left hand caught and flashed sunlight from the porthole. "Tell Auntie Milicent what it is Joey likes hot," she said close to his ear.
Joey sniffled. He wasn't used to women like Milicent. In fact, aside from Mrs. Dwyer and two girls at school and fucking around some with Nancy, which didn't count, he wasn't used to women at all. He listened to the sounds of the bay; water slapping against the hull as The Princessa's twin diesels knifed the yacht's nose through the foam. He listened to Milicent breathe. He listened to himself beat inside like a voodoo drum.
Milicent sat straight. She eyed him critically. "Why, the little boy's afraid of me," she declared. "Imagine that! He's probably peeing his pants thinking naughty Auntie Mil is going to do something horrible."
"Shit!" countered Joey.
"My-my. A four-letter word?"
"Fuck too! An' lots more if you wanna hear." He stared defiantly.
Milicent surrounded him with her arms, hugged him close. "I do believe I've made my little man angry if not hungry."
Joey felt her hard nipples dig into the flesh of his upper arm. They were sitting so close he could smell the red lipstick she wore. Her thigh rubbed against his. He glanced down. There was an enraged tent at his crotch.
Milicent, too, glanced down. "Ummm! What in the world is that in Joey-boy's pants?"
Joey took a deep breath. "My cock!"
"Lovely!" The hand displaying the wedding ring dropped to his thigh, squeezed. The tits digging into his upper arm slid across his chest. Milicent's heavy-lidded green eyes looked deep into his. "Such a big one for such a little man."
Joey scowled. His hand stole to her lap. Tentatively he touched the place where the pants suit swelled over her pussy. "I'm not so little," he said. "Eight inches."
"Goodness!" Milicent placed fiery little kisses along his jawbone, his chin. Her moist lips grazed his ... teased away. The hand on his thigh closed on the tent-like bulge. She kissed him full on the mouth. Her soft lips parted as the hand on her fat pussy rubbed.
Dizzy, mind racing, Joey sucked the redhead's sweet breath. Through the pants suit, he found the lips of her cunt, pressed. The hand on his stiffness tightened. He wanted her to take it out, hold it. He wanted to take off her pants suit. He leaned back. She followed him down on the bed. He wanted to suck her cunt, have her suck him. And he wanted to fuck out her asshole. He wanted to stick his hard dick in every hot wet fuck hole in her body.
Milicent sighed when his hand touched her wide ass. The pants suit was low-cut in back, to her waist, and as he traced the split up her bottom, digging in, his fingers encountered metal. The zipper, he wondered. He inched higher ... found the tiny brass tong. The material parted. His hand slipped inside. He gasped at the softness, the heat, the mature woman wonder of her. His fingers moved slowly down the hot crack, found her asshole, probed. His cock jerked. He drove it into the hand at his crotch.
Joey heard the faint hiss of brass on brass. The ocean breeze from the open porthole touched his prick, his balls. Cool fingers closed on the glans, rubbed, traced the shaft down, back. The fingers freed his stiffness from the fly of the boxer shorts, felt every ridge, every vein, and held it firmly but lovingly in the palm of a velvety hand.
Milicent's wet parted lips slid across his cheek to his ear. "Does Joey wanna do something nice for Auntie Mil?"
"Christ, yeah!"
"What?"
"Put my dick in your mouth. All the way. Fuck your face."
Milicent made a gurgling sound deep in her throat. She kissed down his neck. With her free hand, the other jerking him off, she undid the buttons down his shirtfront. Her moist lips touched his chest. She undid the belt buckle, the button holding his pants.
Joey lifted to make it easy for her to get the pants and shorts off. She pulled free of the hand on her ass, bared his sex, his legs, and worked the garments off over his shoes. He shimmied his ass to the edge of the bed. "Suck me," he told her. "Put my dick in your mouth. Make me come."
"Yes! Auntie Mil loves that. Oh, yes."
"Oh, mother!" cried Joey as her hand cupped his balls, and her mouth, her hot, moist lips, came down on the swollen head of his cock. His hips bucked off the bedspread. He pumped his joint in past her teeth. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Noisily Milicent sucked. She drew his hard prick slowly into the warm well of her mouth. Her long red hair, like a cape on either side of her face, brushed his thighs. Gently she kneaded his cubes. She drew the meat cylinder deep. She sucked, working her throat, her tongue, on the fat glans. She took every inch as if it were a mere toothpick.
Joey yelped when her finger probed the tight crack of his ass "D-d-don't! DOOOOOON'T!"
Milicent ignored him. The finger twisted high into his rectum, all the way up to his stomach, it seemed.
"OHAHHHHHHHH!" Joey thrashed about like a fish out of water. The slender finger deep in his asshole was doing something he'd never felt before. He was coming all over the place-in her mouth, on her chin. The finger worked on his prostate and the semen shot from his cock, as he gripped her head in both hands and humped the fantastic sensation into her gullet.
"Suck it!" he yelled, fucking his sex all the way into her face. "Suckit! Suckit! Sue ... mmotherrrrrrr! Motherrrrrrrrmrrrr!"
Alicia Benedict made so much noise, mewing and sobbing as Dave fucked his meat into her, that Nancy, in the next cabin, standing with her ear to the door, could envision every wonderful detail. She could imagine Daddy's big prick slipping smoothly in and out of Mummy's wet pussy. She could close her eyes and see it ... stiff and long. And she was angry because it wasn't her pussy Daddy was fucking.
"Pump it into me," cried Alicia. "Harder, Dave. Shoot again. Oh, yes. Yes! Shoot!"
Nancy heard the bedsprings squeak. She moaned. They'd been fucking for hours, it seemed ... ever since The Princessa's piercing fog horns sounded and the cabin tilted slightly as the yacht added knots to its speed. Where was Joey, she wondered. Had he fallen overboard? At least, if Joey was there, they could listen together and fool around ... play with each other as they did when they listened together at home. She squatted and drove two fingers between the wet lips of her cunt. Oh, how she wanted Daddy! Ever since she was little ... when he used to hold her in his lap and tell stories and think nothing of it when she wiggled. Now he never let her sit in his lap. And today, before Mummy barged in and spoiled everything, was the first time he'd come close to making her dreams about him come true.
"My God, Alicia," groaned Dave in the next cabin. "Your ... ahhh! Your cunt's making me juice up all over the place like crazy today!"
"Let me get on top, Dave. Before you come. It's so good. So, so good."
Nancy's virgin cunt snapped closed on her fingers. "Owww," she whispered, chewing her lip and leaning against the door to keep from falling. Her pussy ached. She wanted more than anything to feel a bit cock tear through her cherry: wanted it to be Daddy's cock, but, at that moment, didn't care if it was a bull's, a dog's penis.
She glanced about the cabin. Her tortured gaze settled on the small, backless stool in the leg space below the dresser, impulsively, fingers working nervously between her young legs, she moved to the dresser. She studied the stool. She had never before considered using any implement other than a finger to make herself come. But she had heard about dildos and women who fucked themselves with everything from Coke bottles to broomsticks. She eyed the slim wooden legs of the vanity stool ... comparing the thickness with the memory of the hard meat which had pressed willingly into her crotch before Mummy came in. Daddy's was fatter, she thought. Twice as fat!
From behind the closed door leading to the adjoining cabin, came a sharp cry. Nancy glanced back at the door. The keyhole! Why hadn't she thought of it before? At home, when Daddy and Mummy retired early to fuck, she and Joey always took turns peeking through the keyhole.
Moving the low stool from the dresser to the door, she turned it upside down-so that the slender wooden legs, a shiny brass tip on each, stood up like four stiff cocks. She squatted and pressed one eye to the keyhole. She gasped. Now she could see them; Mummy on top, hips going round and round, and Daddy's hard meat, the dick she wanted so badly, straight up between the lips of her pussy.
She stood, tore the wet panties from her hips, and flung them across the cabin. She couldn't breathe, think. Her cunt dripped its juices down the inside of her quivering thighs. She moved the upended stool closer to the door ... one slim black leg in line with the keyhole. Again she squatted, cautiously easing her gaped open cunt down until she felt the cold brass. She sobbed. Tiny hand wrapped around the stool leg-just as Mummy's hand was wrapped around the hairy roots of Daddy's stiffness, she wiggled her little round ass. The brass parted the lips of her pussy.
"Owww." The brass nozzle, almost like the head of a dick, it seemed to Nancy, went smoothly in. She trembled. She bit her lower lip, pressed her eye to the keyhole, and, hot and cold at the same time, shaking all over, moved her virgin cunt down on the ersatz dildo.
"Take your hand away," directed Dave. "I ... um! Can't get it all in with you holding me."
"Do you want it all the way in, love?"
"I want." Dave lifted his ass off the bed; worked his hips from side to side. Alicia released her hold. The rest of his meat slipped in. "Oh yeah! Now fuck, honey. Move it around. Up and down." He gripped the cheeks of her ass, drove. With his teeth, he captured the taut peak of one tit.
Nancy shivered and sobbed as the cold brass raked her tender clitoris. Oh, how she wished it was Daddy's hot dick going up, up ... up into the soft lips of her pussy. She let her ass down, taking the entire brass tip, and watched her Daddy's mighty magnificent hard-on piston. She felt the cold brass at the elastic-like barrier at the mouth of her virgin upper channel. "Oh, Daddy," she choked. "Daddy! Daddy!"
As if having heard her, Dave, in the next cabin, asked, "You suppose Nan knows what we're doing?" He glanced toward the door-stared as if aware of the curious brown eye at the keyhole.
"She ... um! She knows a lot more than that," replied Alicia, hips working faster. Her hairy blonde pussy, now sopping wet, moved rapidly up and down on the stiff meat in her belly. "The way you two were standing when I came in," she added hoarsely, "she knows every inch of the thing that spitted her into my cunt in the first place."
"Jealous?" taunted Dave.
"Yes!"
"Well, what about Joey? He's old enough to put on his own pants, but you always find some excuse to walk in on him when he's getting dressed. What about that, huh?" Dave slammed his meat violently up into her sheath. "Your own son. Look ashamed!"
"He ... OH! Oh, that's good, Dave. Keep it ... OWWW! UP! Hard like that. Harder!"
"What about Joey?"
"Joey looks like his daddy. Can I help it if I like his fucking Daddy?"
"And Nan looks like you. Except for the hair. She's a lot younger, too. Probably friskier in bed."
"Bastard! I'll show you who's friskier!"
Yes, Daddy! Yes! YES! thought Nancy. She was not only friskier than Mummy, but hotter and softer and willing to do anything he asked. She watched his cock slide in and out, the thing in her cunt shooting fiery little sensations up the stairs of her spine, and decided, once and for all, one way or another-even if she had to throw him overboard-she was going to make Daddy fuck her before The Princessa returned to Los Angeles Harbor.
CHAPTER THREE
Seventy-two hours after she weighed anchor, after three balmy nights of slicing through the blue-black and moonlit waters off Southern California and Baja, The Princessa cruised into its berth at Puerto Vallarta. The Pacific Deck, the dock, came alive with bare-chested, stocky Mexican deckhands. Heavy ropes sang through the air. The winches at stem and stern cranked noisily. The anchors dropped. The loud speaker system, talking funnels hidden in odd places all over the yacht, introduced the captain-a weatherworn giant everyone had met a cocktail hour in the Grand Salon the first night out-who announced a twenty-three-hour stopover, and warned, in a grave voice, as if disobedience would bring dire consequences, that all vacationers were to be back on board before sailing time at 10 next morning.
Alicia had talked Dave into sleeping aboard the yacht-a passenger choice-and using the hotel money thus saved for souvenirs, bric-a-brac from the barrage of open-air shops along the wharf, and the necklace which looked like the painstaking handiwork of an ancient Aztec jeweler ... even if it was not!
While Dave and Joey and Nancy took a jeep ride inland, into the jungle which she preferred not to see, Alicia shopped, walked the waterfront streets, and, at the heat of midday, climbed into a bikini, and spread a towel on the beach within walking distance of The Princessa. After a leisurely dip in the bay, amid people she'd seen aboard the yacht and shouting Mexican children of every size and hue, she rubbed suntan oil over her body and prepared to get golden.
But as she lay down on her stomach, the white bikini wet and stuck in all the right places, she noticed a boy, a dark, Mexican lad-about Joey's age, she supposed-watching her with dark, steady eyes. He wore ragged white beachcomber pants and sat on the hull of a capsized and rotting fishing boat about fifty yards down the beach.
Alicia shivered. Goosebumps broke out on her skin. She turned her face away in the opposite direction, closed her eyes. Now she felt his gaze on her back, her ass. She grew warm ... partially because of the orange sun blazing overhead, but mostly because she knew the youngster was watching.
"Darn!" she grumbled, trying to ignore the familiar tightness in her belly. Was she oversexed, she wondered, A nymphomaniac? First Manny, even before the cruise was underway, then Dave and Manny again-later in the day in his cabin, the Capri Deck-and now ... ?
But no matter how hard she tried to ignore the tightness, the warmth spreading rapidly through her lower abdomen, the knowledge of being watched, ogled by hungry male eyes-no matter that the eyes belonged to a boy her own son's age-made her turn back to the small, capsized fishing boat.
The boy was gone from the hull. There were other boys running and bathing in the same area, but not the boy. Perplexed, Alicia sat up, shielded her eyes against the blazing sun and squinted down the beach. Nothing! Not a sign of him! Yet although she couldn't see him, she had the unshakable feeling he was watching her still.
Studying the boat, she noticed the cavelike space between the bow and the sand. Was that a flash of white she saw in the shadows? Was he hiding, she wondered. She was sure of it! He was watching her from some secret place of his own, and doing ... doing....
Alicia's pussy tingled. The bikini bottom was suddenly too tight, too confining. She could imagine the boy ... stiff cock in hand ... jerking himself off while he ogled and pretended he was fucking it into her. The thought angered and excited her. She stood-nonchalantly, so as not to frighten him away-and made her way to the boat by a roundabout way out of sight of where she thought he was hiding.
The dark Mexican boy was, indeed, hiding beneath the capsized boat. And Alicia's guess about him whacking off wasn't far astray. For as she bent and poked her head into the shadows beneath the dank-smelling hull, she saw the boy leaning against the upside-down cabin half buried in sand, eyes closed, brown hand rubbing the ferocious bulge at the fly of the ragged beachcomber pants.
Fascinated by the boy's brazenness, Alicia watched until he doubled over, as if coming in his pants. A tortured look crossed his dark face. His eyes flashed open. He saw her, made a move as if to run, apparently realized there wasn't anyplace to run to, and grinned self-consciously. His teeth were very white and contrasted starkly with his very black eyes. "Buenas tardes," he said.
"Ha! I'll bet it's a good afternoon!" Alicia ducked into the cool shadows beneath the rotting hull. She sniffed. The smell was at once repulsive and pleasing; a mixture of decaying wood, salt, and sand. She looked about. The sand beneath the hull had been scooped out-by the boy, she supposed-and there was just enough height to stand without bending. She glowered at the boy. Feet wide apart, hands on hips, she asked, "Do you do this often? Watch American women and ... well, you know darn well what I mean!"
The boy's, grin-grew wider. The bulge in his pants hadn't diminished. He made no effort to hide it. He studied her for a moment-as a curious puppy surveys the strange goings-on of the humans he finds himself entrusted to-then said, "Si!"
Alicia blinked. "Si?"
"Si! Bella senora." The boy offered his hand.
My God! thought Alicia, staring at the brown fingers no bigger than the fingers on her own son's hand. Did the boy think she was offering herself, she wondered. He had said she was beautiful, she knew. And now it was apparent he didn't comprender: spoke no English, and thought, because she'd followed him under the boat where no one could see them....
The boy stepped forward. Still grinning, the bulge in his pants throbbing beneath the material, he took her hand, and pulled her in the direction of the upended cabin. Alicia held back, not knowing what to do, what to say, but feeling the warmth, the emptiness in her belly, and again wanting a dick to fill the void. The boy rattled off something she didn't understand. Then, before she could open her mouth to protest, he clutched her hand to the stiffness at his crotch.
"Don't! I ... I have a son your age. It's be like ... like fucking Joey."
"Si! Fuck-fuck!" The boy nodded his head enthusiastically. He pumped his hips in an exaggerated fuck motion. "Mucho! Mucho 'Merican pussy."
As astounded as she'd been when Manny dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around her soft upper thigh, at once reluctant and willing, Alicia allowed the boy-no bigger than Joey, no taller than she-to lead her through the glassless window into the small, stuffy, upended cabin. Inside, the bunk, which had once hung from the wall, she supposed, lay on the sand. Without a word, the boy led her to the improvised bed. And, again as with Manny the day before, before she knew what he was doing or could protest or agree, the boy undid the snaps holding her bikini top, bared her breasts, and glued his hot lips to one nipple.
Alicia hissed air through her teeth. Dizzy, wanting to, not wanting to, she allowed the boy to pull her down to the filthy, hard wooden bunk. The big lips on her nipple sucked deeply, appreciatively. With his hand-the one not holding her fingers closed on his stiffness-the boy covered her other breasts, kneaded. She felt herself falling back, back. She went without resistance. Nor did she remove the hand on his cock when the boy released her fingers, coaxed her thighs apart, and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic leg band at her crotch.
"OWWW!" moaned Alicia.
"Fuck-fuck!" said the boy, spreading the lips of her hot cunt, finding her clit, and rolling the tiny hard-on between thumb and forefinger.
"A baby. No more ... umph! No more than a baby!" Squeezing the bulge in his pants, Alicia closed her eyes and thought about Joey, her son. Was he as aggressive as this boy, she wondered. And such a big cock! She'd seen Joey's cock flaccid, never hard. Now she wondered if Joey's dick was as big, as pulsing and eager as this dark-skinned Mexican lad's.
"Fuck-fuck," whispered Alicia, undoing the mismatched buttons holding the beachcomber pants closed. She freed him, closed her hand on his stiff manhood, gasped. She opened her eyes and stared down at the dark brown thing in her hand. It was uncircumcised. When was the last time she'd been screwed with an uncircumcised prick? She couldn't remember. "Fuck-fuck me good," she told the boy.
Grunting words she didn't understand but which she nonetheless grasped the meaning behind, the boy abandoned her tits and withdrew his hand from the leg band of the bikini. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the swim-suit bottom. Alicia lifted. The material rustled from her hips, down her legs, off. This time the boy gasped. His eyes grew large. Tentatively, as if unable to believe what he saw, he touched her blonde pussy. "Madre Dios!" he pronounced.
Restlessly Alicia waited while the boy kicked off his pants. He stood over her, dick straight, eyes riveted to the apparently unbelievable phenomenon of a blonde pussy. Was it real, he seemed to be thinking. A wig?
Alicia reached for him. He quickly positioned himself between her parted thighs. She held herself up on her elbows, legs on either side of the wooden bunk, and marveled at the contrast of his dark brown cock at the mouth of her gold pussy. She watched the uncircumcised tip part the pink lips of her cunt, watched the boy's features contort. Then the shaft raked her clit ... going in, in. She moaned and fell back, clutched the boy's sinewy body to her, and lifted her ass to take him deep. He grunted with each eager thrust ... forcing his thick prick up her tight pussy. Alicia planted her feet in the sand on either side of the bunk, and pushed up, up. She worked her inner cunt muscles on his brown meat ... drawing his throbbing young joint all the way up the hot hairy love hole between her quivering thighs.
Alicia was astounded by the youngster's prowess. Although he couldn't tell her what he wanted, not with words, English words, he cupped his hands at the crook of her legs and lifted until the message was conveyed. Alicia lifted her legs, and when her ankles were locked high on his back, his cock hair united with her pubic mound, he gripped the halves of her ass in surprisingly strong hands, inched higher onto his knees, and began fucking his dick into her with all the skill of a seasoned lover.
They fucked for a long time ... the only sounds the sound of their breathing, a sigh, a gasp, the shouts and the waves of Puerto Vallarta, beyond the capsized boat, and, as they neared orgasm and her cunt grew sloppy, the sound of belly slapping against belly and stiff dick stoking a wet twat. Alicia thought about the boys of her youth. She felt the hard thing dipping in and out between her thighs, content to lie there forever, and tried to recall one other boy who'd been as good. But it was useless. There were none to compare with the Mexican lad in the halls of her memory, where the back seats of cars, cum-stained panties and torn bras resided. Again she thought about Joey. It was horrid of her, she knew. There was a word for what she was considering. Incest! But as she moved her hips round and round, grinding her cunt onto the Mexican boy's stiffness, she wondered again, for the tenth time in two days, what Joey, her son, would be like in bed. She envisioned the scene she'd walked in on the day before; Dave and Nancy locked in heated embrace. What would she have found if she'd walked in, say, ten minutes later? The cruise, the freedom of the sea-salt air, he called it-seemed to have worked a wondrous change in Dave. It seemed to have changed each of them. And she didn't doubt for a moment that if she had walked in on Dave and Nancy ten minutes later-perhaps not even that long-Dave would have been doing to Nancy what the dark little Mexican boy was now doing to her.
"Dios! Fuck-fuck!" The boy let her ass down onto the hard bunk, and fell with his lips, his tongue, seeking her mouth.
"Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck-fuck hard. Mucho hard fuck-fuck!" Alicia kissed him. She accepted his tongue, sucked. She tightened her legs on his waist She took his long dick, worked it ... milking him toward climax. She felt the tip expand, pop all the way out of its jacket inside her. She squeezed her cunt tight ... yelling into his mouth as the first spurt shot off and brought her to breathless orgasm. She strained, lifted her bottom and grinded and grinded her pussy against his coarse cock hair. She felt the hot semen coat the walls of her twitching cunt ... seep down and out and into the crack of her ass. She moaned, bucked her hips, seeking more. And as the last of the boy's load boiled off in her belly, filling and overflowing her sheath, flooding her with warmth, she wondered what Dave and Nancy were doing ... in the jungle, forest the travel brochures called a "romantic retreat," beyond the city and the boy gasping fuck-fuck above her.
The jeep ride was hot and dusty and endless, it seemed. But they did reach the end; a wall of tall trees, tangled vines and shadowy color-mostly greens, but with flashes of red and yellow and blue as birds Dave had no names for winged by overhead. The trees separated the dirt road from what seemed to be a primeval forest. And there was to be an hour-long stopover before the drive back, the driver said. He warned each of them not to wander out of shouting distance, sat against the base of a shadetree, lighted another of the thin, evil-smelling cigarillos he'd been smoking since they left the city, and preceded to systematically ignore them.
Joey, flanked by the Sawyer twins-fourteen-year-old raven-haired lovelies, with high, pointed breasts, and hips and round buttocks which refused to be daunted by the matching bright yellow shorts they wore-headed for the footpath, at the end of which, the driver had said, lay a fresh water lake.
"C'mon, Sam, for crying out loud," insisted Barbara Sawyer hotly. "We came along with the girls to see the darn jungle so let's go see the stupid jungle."
Sam wiped sweat from his doughy face. Amused, Dave watched the rotund businessman hold back. Barbara Sawyer was, Dave estimated, ten years Sam's junior; built like her teenage daughters, with the same high breasts, long blue-black hair, huge hazel eyes and clear complexion. She, too, wore shorts ... hot pants. Her fat little cunt formed a delectable V at the crotch. And no matter how hard he tried to envision it, Dave couldn't imagine the chubby, balding Sam Sawyer, obviously exhausted from the jeep ride, humping between Barbara's well-turned girlish legs.
"C'mon, Daddy," said Nancy, taking his hand and tugging as Barbara stormed off into the jungle alone.
Dave eyed the minx. He allowed her to drag him toward the footpath slicing like a wedge of pie into the shadowy jungle. Nancy had managed to squeeze herself into jeans she'd outgrown the year before, and the round white patches in back, hugging her buttocks and the tight split between, made him recall the scene Alicia had walked in on the day before. He recalled the warmth of Nan's crotch, remembered how she pressed it against the hard bulge in his pants. The bulge was back, too. It had begun to grow toward the end of the ride, when Barbara Sawyer, sitting in the back of the jeep, lifted one foot onto the seat and gave him a glimpse of her hairy, midnight black pussy. The twins had added to his excitement. Sitting on either side of Joey atop the backrest in back, they had shown him the creamy insides of their thighs without inhibition. All through the jeep ride, he was surrounded by cunt, titties, and thigh. And now, as Nancy led him into the shade of the jungle, smiling back at him as the brush grew thicker, alive with noisy, unseen forest creatures, his cock began to jerk and ache.
They came out of the brush at a clearing on the edge of the fresh water lake. Barbara, sitting astraddle a huge rock, watched Joey and the twins wade close to shore. The wading soon became a water-splashing contest. Within minutes, the twins were drenched. The yellow shorts clung. Joey taunted them into deeper water. And finally, all restraint disappearing, the girls, shouting like banshees, dove and swam after their tormentor.
Dave watched Barbara lie down on the grass and shielded her eyes from the sun. The sight of the girls soaking wet, and now Mrs. Sawyer, had made the stiff thing in his pants begin to pulse furiously. Nancy! he thought, trying not to look for her, but unable to forget what had happened the day before. He could imagine the hard meat in his pants forcing its way into the hot slit below her springy brown pussy.
Nancy squeezed his arm. "Let's find someplace all our own, Daddy. In the jungle. Where no one can see."
Dave looked deep into her wide brown eyes. She was beautiful, he thought; except for the hair and the eyes, exactly like Alicia. Alicia way back when they first met, first fucked. "What in hell would we do in the jungle?" he asked, hoping she'd say it, make it easy for him.
Nancy grinned. Her color deepened. Her gaze darted down to his crotch. She chewed her lip. "We could finish talking about what we were talking about yesterday when Mummy came in, Sex and all."
Christ! Dave thought. His own daughter! He felt her tiny hand close on his fingers, hesitated. What he was thinking, what Nan was thinking, was insane. Perverted! But she was so willing, so anxious. And she was, right then, bathed in soft green shadow from the ceiling of branches and vines, the most beautiful little thing, flushed and radiant and....
What little will-power he possessed was sapped by the sight of her pink tongue. It darted out to moisten her lips as she looked from his cock to his face, and began tugging him backward ... toward the heavy underbrush.
Dave followed the round white patches along the footpath, then off, under the low-hanging branches of a tree. He looked about. They were in a leafy place surrounded by vines and thick brush, and out of sight of the path. Buzzing insects. Here and there a faint rustle. Again he looked into Nan's eyes. She held his hand still: a tenseness in her little-girl fingers, and a shyness now in her big baby doll eyes. "Is ... is it talk you want, honey?" he asked in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice. "Or something else? Some ... something hard! Something you felt between your legs yesterday!"
Nan staggered, almost fell into his arms. "Daddy," she whispered. "It ... it's so wonderful here. Alone. I wish we could stay forever. Just me and you. No one else. Ever."
Again, as had happened the day before, Dave felt his daughter's hot little crotch against the maniac bulge in his pants. Was she moving? God! Was he imagining it or did he detect a slight rotation in the hips in the tight jeans? He held her, hands on her waist, reluctant to go any farther. She's your daughter! he kept telling himself. Your daughter! Your own fucking daughter!
Nancy rid him of the last ounce of conscience. "You can do anything you want," she breathed against his shirt. "I won't stop you. I want you to do anything you ... you want to me. No one can see us here. No one can stop us like Mummy stopped us yesterday. Do it, Daddy. Do what you started yesterday."
"Baby." Dave lifted her small chin. As she closed her eyes, soft lips atremble, waiting, he experienced one last doubt. Then his hand brushed her breast. It was hard ... the little pink nipple, the adorable peak he'd seen so many nights when she left the bathroom door open, fought to be free of the frilly crop top. He pressed his lips gently to hers. His hand dropped to the loose waist of the crop top, crept under. His fingers encountered warm, pliant young flesh. There was no bra. No bra!
Nancy moaned as his fingers closed on her taut nipple. Her moist lips opened. She breathed her sweet breath into his mouth. The hip movement he thought he detected a moment before became more pronounced ... undeniable. Dave stopped thinking. Stopped caring. Nothing mattered except the willing young body pressed close to the hardness aching to be sheathed.
Mashing her lips, driving his tongue deep into her mouth, Dave moved his free hand from her wasp waist to the soft, round halves of her bottom. He kneaded; first one cheek, then the other, then traced the seam of the jeans up the hot crack of her ass. Without breaking the kiss, the hold, he took her gently down to the blanket of grass and leaves on the forest floor. They toppled together ... side by side ... pressed close. He rammed the stiff bulge in his pants into the space at the top and between her young girl thighs.
For a moment, Dave was content to dry fuck the beautiful child he'd watched grow from infancy. He recalled the first time she left the bathroom door open and he realized, somewhat astounded, awed by the sight, that she had hair on her pussy. He felt her adorable ass, explored every contour as he recalled how hard his dick got that first time he saw her. He played with her titties ... recalling how they had sprouted, slowly, all nipple at first, then one day all pinkness on gorgeous white hillocks. He sucked her mouth ... thinking how wonderful it would be if she sucked him, his cock. He sawed his stiff dick in and out between the worn denim, and thought, ANYTHING! Hadn't she said anything he wanted?
Nancy mewed into his mouth as his fingers found and worked the zipper at her fly. She gasped when his hand stole inside and cupped the hot mound of pouting pussy and hair made softer and even more tantalizing by the white, unadorned, little-girl panties she wore. He rubbed ... working her and himself to the height of desire ... not sure now which hot hole, mouth or vulva, he wanted more, and remembering a third tiny aperture.
Dave broke the kiss. With difficulty, he shimmied the tight pants from her hips, down her thighs, off. He stared. Now only the cotton panties covered her sex. Tiny brown curls peeked from the leg band. The material was darker, puffy, damp at the crotch. He touched the waistband.
"Oh. Hurry, Daddy," begged Nancy.
"Are you ... have you ever been ... ?"
"Uh-uh." Lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes tightly closed, Nancy rolled onto her back and lifted to make it easier for him to get the panties off. "Do it quick, Daddy. Put it in me. Put...."
"Jesus! I ... I can't take your cherry. I can't!" Dave sat up; trying not to look at her, trying to control the hard thing in his lap. "Fucking you, my own daughter, is bad enough," he blurted. "But your cherry. Your cherry! I ... I'd never be able to live with myself if I took that!"
Nancy, too, sat up. She fell across him, face nuzzling his shirt, tiny hand on the bulge at his crotch. "But I want you to. More than anything. Please, Daddy. PLEEZE!"
Before Dave could object-if he would have objected, he wasn't quite sure of anything anymore-the tiny hand at his fly had the zipper open and was lost to the wrist inside the pants.
"Ah! Baby, you ... ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
"It's so hard." Nancy drew his stiff bloated cock from its hiding place. "Oh, Daddy. I used to wonder if it was really this big or if the pants only made it look that way. I watch you all the time. And every time it gets hard, every time you and Mummy screw-like yesterday, after she came in and you went in the next cabin...."
"Christ! How in hell do you know about that?"
"I watched through the keyhole," confessed Nancy. "Me and Joey watch all the time when you do it at home. But yesterday was best. 'Cause I was so hot. And the way you were screwing, her on top and all, I could see it go all the way in. I love your thing, Daddy. I ... I dream about it going in me all the time." She closed her cool fingers on the fat glans ... craned her neck, wanting to be kissed.
Hungrily Dave eyed her crotch ... the tiny curls protruding from the white panties. The waistband sat low on her belly. He wanted to kiss her there ... lower ... burrow his tongue, his nose, his face in her bush. He wanted to fuck his hard dick up her virgin hole ... make her thrash and cry out. He wanted to do all the things a man has no right to do to his daughter, and invent new ways to commit the joy of union.
"Will ... will you do anything I want?" he asked finally. "Anything? Like you said?"
"Uhhuh."
"Then lay on your belly. On the ground."
Nancy blinked. She stared for a long time, confusion in her eyes, a frown marring her clear, innocent features. Then she obeyed, lay full length on the grass ... creamy young thighs slightly parted ... lovely buttocks forming a magnificent cushion.
With trembling hands, Dave bared her plump, little-girl bottom. It was so white! Whiter than the undergarment, it seemed. And the crack, small, dimpled at top, and displaying brown puffs of gauze where the cheeks grew heavy and joined the top of her thighs. It was an ass he'd seen many times but never before considered for what he now was thinking. An ass he adored. An ass he now wanted to bust open with the full driving force of his cock.
When she was naked from the waist down, the panties hung from a nearby twig Dave kicked off his pants, his shorts, his shoes, and fell onto her back. His dick touched the hot crack. He gasped. He took hold of the monster, spread her legs, and moved the fat head to the tuft of soft hair at her anus. "Nancy, baby," he choked. "Lift up, sweetheart. Raise your belly. Help Daddy, Help me get it up your...."
"Oh, Daddy, no go! Not there. Anywhere but ... oh! OW, DON'T!"
But it was too late to stop now. For Dave had already managed to stretch the sphincters enough to get the glans wedged in her tight, puckered pink asshole. And the feel of her, the little-girl heat, the way she was moving-trying to escape but doing nothing more than to make herself more vulnerable-spurred him on. He gripped her waist, held her firmly to the ground, and forced his dick up her tight, tighter than tight, rectum of his daughter.
"It won't gooo!" wailed Nancy as his prick forced its way halfway up her hot bottom. Her delectable ass quivered. Her shoulders arched. She looked back at him with tearful, little-girl hurt in her eyes.
Dave relented some. "Get up on your elbows and knees," he told her. "It'll go ... ah! Go in easier that way. Be nice to Daddy, sweetheart. It's so fucking asshole good I ... um!" Despite his resolve to ease up, he thrusted ... driving another hard, painful inch up her brown.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Nancy's hips bucked. Her hot tiny asshole closed like a frightened mollusk.
"Do like I said, baby. Daddy won't hurt you. Get up on your elbows and knees. Open your hole for me." Dave suspended his weight on outstretched hands, waited.
"Aw ... awright, Daddy," said Nancy at last. "I ... I'll do what you want. Anything. Only ... only be gentle with me."
The pleading note in her voice made Dave wild. He wanted to drive his hard dick all the way in without waiting. But he held back. He let her raise up on. elbows and knees, and kneeled close behind. He glanced down. Dots of bright sunlight, showing through the ceiling of leaves, danced off her alabaster cheeks. He marveled at the smoothness, the softness of her flesh. His hands moved over her hips. He gripped her waist firmly. "That's it, Nancy. Sweet little Nancy baby," he said, gaze riveted to the tiny pink hole the swollen head of his prick was embedded in. "Now push back and help Daddy get it up. All the way up your belly. Help me, honey."
"It ... it's so big!" breathed Nancy. Tentatively she wiggled her hips. "Oh! It ... it'll never go, Daddy. Not all the way. Not ... owww! Not because I don't want you to, but ... OHEEEEEE! It's so long. So ... OW! So big and hard!"
Holding her hips, crazy with the sight of her, Dave drove. His dick ground slowly in. His nuts ached to unload. He could hardly stand the delicious feeling, the sight of her opening for his meat. He pumped up, up ... watching the stiff cylinder stretch the mouth of her hot, virgin asshole.
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy it hur-urts!"
"Almost ... oh, Jesus! Almost home now, honey. Keep ... ahhh! Keep on wiggling your hips. Push it all the way back. Open for me." Dave retreated. His shit-smeared cock slid smoothly out of her asshole. He watched the tight hole breathe on the nozzle tip. He watched her shiver. He gritted his teeth, thrusted.
"Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Again Dave thrusted. His prick bored relentlessly in ... spreading her tender, little-girl cheeks ... opening, stretching her delicious tightness. She sobbed, tried to fall forward. He held her. Again he pulled back until the knob of his joint almost popped from the delectable sheath and, with one last, mightily lunge, rammed the last hard inch up her pulsating pink asshole.
A tremor passed through the girl's inexperienced young body. She looked back at him ... wide-eyed, breathing in gasps. "Is ... is it all the way in?"
"Um! And so fucking good. Your hole ... ahhhhhhhh! The hottest ... oh, Christ! Christ Jesus! It's the tightest, hottest little shitter...."
"Better than Mummy's?"
"Your mother never ... she doesn't like it this way."
"Then I'll let you do it to me all the time, Daddy. It'll be our ... ow! Our special way." Nancy gyrated her adorable ass. Slowly. Still displaying a modicum of reluctance. "I love you, Daddy," she sighed. "M-make me a woman. Your woman. H-hurt me if you want."
Dave groaned. She was beautiful. Willing. His to do with as he pleased. He reached around and under her belly to her soft pussy. His fingers searched through the hair, found and opened the slit, and fingered her clit.
"Ohohoh!" Nancy's hips bucked. Her wet little cunt nipped his fingertips. Her rectum began to apply feathery brushstrokes on the stiff length of meat in her belly.
Dave could hold back no longer. Fingering her hot pussy, he pulled back and began pounding his stiffness all the way in and out. Her rectum grew slippery. He drove his long cock in to the hilt, retreated, drove home. In-out! In-out! He worked her hard little clit. And as his thrusts grew more forceful, each advance jarring her forward; Nancy, too, began to move faster. Her hips matched his rhythm. Her cunt snapped ... sucking the tips of his probing fingers. And her asshole, the fiery little pocket between her quivering cheeks, became a professor of fucking, and coached the cum, the hot, sticky cream, up from his tortured nuts.
"Nan, baby. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus baby!" Dave doubled over, fell gasping onto her back as the cream blasted from the glans of his cock. He cupped her hairy cunt, fingered ... bringing her to orgasm, too. He held his dick planted ... mashed coarse cock hair against her sweet split and shot and shot until he thought sure there wasn't an ounce of semen left in his cubes. Then Nancy, moaning, grinding her round bottom on his shaft, did something inside, something which made him dizzy, breathless, and his meat, bloated beyond recognition, began to blast all over again.
They rested. Dave felt his cock go slightly limp in her rectum. "Lay flat," he told her.
Nancy obeyed. She fell onto the warm grass and leaves, little legs spread wide. Her cheeks closed on his meat ... tighter ... making him a part of her. She craned her neck, offering her parted pink lips. "Do it again, Daddy," she said. "Fuck me some more. Any way you want to."
Dave kissed her. Gently. Then harder and passionately because the muscles deep in her rectum were bringing him back to full stiffness. He heard her labored breathing--heard the rustling animal sounds of the primeval forest and, in the distance, the shouts and sounds of Joey and the Sawyer twins. Now he thought about Alicia. Alicia and Joey. What would it be like, he wondered, to screw Nancy, sweet, hot-assed Nancy, while watching Joey plow a cock into Alicia's blonde pussy?
Joey swam around and around the lake until Gwen gave up and climbed out and left only Connie behind him. The wet pants, his T-shirt, were an encumbrance. He was tiring. His gaze settled on a patch of shadow beneath a tree with branches drooping far out over the water. He stroked toward it. Connie followed. She was a good swimmer, he thought. He glanced back ... watched her kick up foam and gain as she sliced through the cool, clear water. Strong legs! he mused. He could imagine the hot hairy slit atop and between them.
"Chicken!" yelled Connie as he swam into the shadow. She splashed rapidly toward him, long black hair plastered to her small, round head, lovely face.
Heart thumping from the swim and the prospect of getting the girl alone where no one could see them, Joey waited until she reached the place where the shadow turned the clear water deep green. He went under. He scissored beneath the girl, watched the tight yellow shorts go by overhead. He came up behind her, shouted and forced her under.
Connie came up sputtering. "Fucko!" she hollered, grappling. The sleeveless blouse clung to her high, jutting breasts. Laughing and trying to duck him, she allowed herself to be steered into shallow water, near the lake bank.
Joey glanced swiftly about. As he suspected when choosing the niche, the drooping branches hid the place from view. Neither Mrs. Sawyer nor Gwen could see them. And there was a solid wall of brush a few feet in from the grassy bank ... thus insuring against detection. He ogled Connie's tits.
"Don't try it," warned Connie, backing into knee-deep water, close to shore.
"Try what?"
"What you're thinking. I see where you're looking. So don't get any ideas."
Grinning, Joey released one of her hands and made a swift grab for a tit. His fingertips brushed the place where the hard nipple showed through the blouse and bra. Milicent Waters had instilled him with brazen confidence and he had made up his mind, the minute they climbed into the jeep, he was going to screw at least one of the Sawyer twins. Connie's playful reluctance merely heightened his resolve.
"You'll get my shorts dirty." Connie staggered back and sat on the bank with a loud splat! "C'mon, NO!" she objected, smacking his hands away from her firm boobs. She sat with legs wide apart, feet in the water, the fat swell of her young girl pussy showing through the wet shorts.
Joey eyed the thin patch of material where her thighs came together. The shorts were darker there. Boldly he said, "If you're worried about getting your shorts dirty, take 'em off. I won't do nothin'."
"Oh, sure."
"Nothin' you don't want me to do." He watched her gaze dart furtively to his crotch. He wasn't hard yet but his cock was beginning to pulse and he knew, before very long, his meat would be stiff and ready to burst from the fly.
"I'll take off my shorts and blouse if you promise not to fool around," said Connie.
Joey's limp cock jerked. "What kind of fool around?"
"You know. I ... I'll let you feel me. But not the other. And you have to get undressed, too. But not everything. Just the pants and shirt."
"Ain't you never been fucked?"
Connie reddened. "Yes! But only by my boyfriend. Nobody else. Promise you won't?"
Dick growing rapidly, Joey assured her. He'd read books about girls like Connie; girls who kept saying no and really meant yes. Once he got her clothes off, he knew, got to feeling her body and talking about sex, she'd open her legs without the slightest resistance. "Okay," he said, watching her toy with the buttons down the front of the blouse.
"You first," Connie said.
Joey shrugged. Peeling off the wet T-shirt, he tossed it onto the bank, and then watched her proceed to unbutton the blouse. When the last button opened, he tossed his pants, too, onto the bank. He suppressed a desire to rip off the shorts and watch her reaction at first glimpse of his naked manhood.
Refusing to meet his eyes, Connie stood. The blouse came off her shoulders, revealing a bra which did nothing to conceal her breasts. She tossed the blouse onto the bank. Her gaze touched his crotch. Hurriedly looking away, down at the water, she reached for the tiny brass zipper tong high on her waist.
"Lemme do it." Joey's prick was beginning to stand away from his body. He stepped close ... until the tip was bare inches away from the warmth of her crotch. He undid the zipper. The wet shorts clung. With difficulty, he worked them down-caressing her hips, buttocks, thighs. The shorts dropped to the water. They sank. He watched her step gingerly out of the garment, bend and retrieve it. He watched her straighten and hold the shorts uncertainly. His cock grew rock-hard. Her black pussy, thick with short, curly hair, showed plainly through the sopping wet underwear.
Connie watched his hand come to rest on her breast. She shuddered. Her almond-shaped eyes-hinting at the Orient somewhere in her ancestry: blue-hazel with flecks of jade stared deep into his.
Joey stepped closer. His cock, standing straight out now, grazed the swell at her crotch. She inched back. He followed. He touched her hip, moved his fingers over her belly. Again she retreated. He pursued. His fingers encountered the springy mound at her crotch.
A small, barely audible noise came from Connie's throat. The back of her legs touched shore. Again she sat with a loud splat! "Ouch!" she complained as Joey came down with her, between her gaped open thighs, and pressed her down onto her back on the cool, grassy bank.
"You're hard," whispered Connie hoarsely.
Joey acknowledged by grinding his dick hard into her crotch. He could feel the slit of her cunt through the shorts and the panties. He centered his meat. Pushing in, forcing her open, he pressed his mouth to the bra, where a taut, rosy nipple showed through.
"You promised," protested Connie, squirming as the glans of his prick bored into her.
"We ain't doin' it."
"Oh, don't! I ... I can feel you inside."
Joey opened his mouth on her nipple, sucked and blew through the wet bra. He pressed harder. His stiff dick forced the panties deep between the lips of her cunt. He could feel the heat, the hair, feel the lips open wide. He had her, he knew. A moment more. Already her hips were moving ... her ass working to pull him deep inside her belly.
Connie suddenly raised one knee ... making her cunt more accessible. The panties shifted high on one side, exposing half of her pussy, the hair, the slit. Now only the shorts remained between him and her hole. "Oh! You said you wouldn't," she whined when he reached down between their bodies and freed his hard tool. "You said! You said!"
Ignoring her halfhearted protests, thinking only of getting it in as fast as he could manage, Joey set the fat tip of his joint at the open lips of her pussy. "Don't fucking yell," he told her. "You want it. Lookit your cunt. It's open so far I could stick my whole goddam leg in."
Connie whimpered as he drove the head of his cock between the hot lips of her vulva. "You promised. You said you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to do."
"Don't you want me to fuck you?"
"Uh-uh." Then: "OH, GOD, DON'T!" as he shafted half the length of his stiffness up her tight hole.
Joey gasped from the hot feel of her. There was no stopping now-even if she wanted him to. And he knew no matter what she said, what she did, Connie didn't want him to. He pulled back and drove the last inches up her delectable sheath. "Want me to stop now? Pull out?"
"Y-yes! I, oh! I, owl I A-A-don't!" sputtered the girl as he retreated ... as if about to obey her wishes and withdraw his hard pulsing meat from her willing hole. She sobbed, closed her eyes. Her face contradicted her protests. "I ... I hardly know you," she cried, hips working. "It's not fair. You ... you made me. You made me!"
"Lift your shoulders," directed Joey, not caring who made who, or what she said or did, just so long as her cunt kept doing whatever in hell it was doing, on the, knob of his cock. He undid the snaps holding her bra. The garment came loose. He peeled it away from her boobs, gasped at the sight of her nipples standing square and tall and pink-red, ready for sucking. He cupped one mound, tongued the peak, drew it into his mouth and sucked as an infant seeks sustenance.
"Stop it!" protested Connie, arching high off the grass and working her cunt round and round on the meat pole in her belly. "Don't come in me. D-don't! You ... ow! OW! You'll ... um! Make me pregnant. D-don't! Don't!"
"Shuddup makin' so much goddam noise," bellowed Joey. "Jeez! You'll have your mother, Gwen, my old man-hold my nuts for a while. It'll give you something to do besides running your mouth." He withdrew two-thirds of his cock ... allowing her room to reach down and inside the shorts to his balls. He wished now he'd taken more time, persuaded her to take the panties off, too, and discarded the shorts before fucking his meat into her velvety twat.
"Oh!" Connie's cool slender fingers stole inside the wet shorts. She found his sacs, cupped. Joey groaned. But now, he discovered, perplexed, when he tried to drive his hard prick back up her pussy, the hand fondling his cubes, obeying his command, was in the way.
Four cunts! thought Joey. That's how many he'd fucked in his lifetime. And all four together weren't near as much trouble as Connie.
Suddenly the girl giggled. Where before she had been fretful, objective, she now was as silly as the make-believe fat lady in the circus. She covered her mouth with one hand and shook uncontrollably with tee-hee-hees. "The grass," she explained. "It tickles."
He, too, laughed. He supposed it was uncomfortable. Especially for a girl like Connie ... with soft, tender cheeks ... made for feeling and fucking and like that. He looked about. His gaze settled on the clothing scattered over the lake bank. "We can use the clothes for a blanket," he offered.
"You'll have to pull out," whispered Connie. "I can take my panties off, too."
Holy shit! thought Joey. That was more like it! He hurriedly popped his slippery cock from her pussy ... watched her make a big O of objection with her small mouth. He remembered Milicent Waters. She, too, had made a big O with her mouth. Then her lips had come down on his joint and sucked and sucked. He watched Connie lift her hips, work the wet panties down her thighs, sit and push them off. He eyed her black pussy. Beads of water glistened like jewels in the short, curly hairs. His mouth watered. His throat filled with saliva. Quickly he gathered the discarded clothing, came out of the shorts, and arranged a blanket. But instead of climbing aboard once Connie had resituated her ass and lay, thighs open and ready to fuck, he lay the opposite way, crotch to face, crotch to face.
"Wha ... ?"
Joey felt her warm breath on his dick and almost died. "I never ate a pussy," he told her. Then, before she could say anything more, he buried his face in the hot hairy wedge between her creamy young thighs.
"Oh, Joey. Jo-eeeeeeeeee!" gasped Connie. No-nobody ever. Not even ... ow! OWWW-EEEEEEEEEE! Not even m-my boyfriend ever sucked my pussy. Do it, Joey. Oh, do it good."
"Suck me off, too."
"I never...."
Joey tongued her hard clit. She squealed. Her soft white ass bucked high, her mouth dropped open, and, before she could finish what she'd started to say, the swollen head of his prick, still wet and slippery with juice from her hot pussy, forced its way between her parted pink lips.
"Suck it all in," he panted into her bush. "Like you was suckin' a straw. Eat me."
The girl gasped. She gurgled and tried to turn away from the long meat cylinder slipping into her face. Joey held her, sucked her sweet cunt, tonguing and lapping her toward orgasm. He rolled atop her, knees astraddle her head so she couldn't escape, and fucked the entire stiff length into her mouth. Connie whimpered and thrashed-partially because of the unfamiliar thing in her throat, he knew, but mostly because of what he did with his tongue. For although he'd never before eaten a pussy, he was so excited, so hot, and Connie Sawyer tasted so good and smelled so delicious down there, he performed instinctively. With two fingers on each hand, he spread the tight lips of her vulva. He licked down ... over her clit, her gash, and into the crack slicing up her plump bottom, He washed her hot puckered asshole ... made her cry out and thrash even more by driving his tongue against her contracting sphincters. He licked back to her cunt, over the island of flesh between the two holes, and clamped his mouth over her pulsating sex. He sucked. He drank deep of the smell and the taste, the warmth of her twat. He pounded his cock down into her face, and sucked and sucked and made Connie Sawyer suck, too.
As suddenly as she'd changed her mind about fucking, Connie stopped protesting, trying to twist away, and took his hard joint willingly into her face. She gripped his hips, his tense buttocks. She raised her knees, young thighs wide, and grinded her gash up and into his face. She moaned and wiggled, ass moving furiously, mouth making small, suction noises on the pistoning meat about to plant semen in her gullet.
When it happened, Joey yelled into her pussy, rammed his spitting dick into her mouth to the roots, and drank the sweet juice from her hole. Connie drank, too. Greedily she sucked his cream, clamping her lips, her teeth tight at the base, holding him so he couldn't withdraw, and working her throat, her jaw her cheeks, pulling him deeper, deeper still, refusing to relent even after the last gooey gob geysered from the tiny aperture in the throbbing glans of his cock.
And at that precise moment, while Joey Benedict lay gasping into Connie Sawyer's wet, gaped open cunt, Dave Benedict, the boy's father, was kneading Nancy's small tits, her pussy, and humping his second cumload up her tight, tighter than tight, little-girl daughter asshole.
Miles away, far beyond the jungle, Alicia Benedict, too, was coming. Her sopping wet pussy worked incessantly on the Mexican boy's long, brown, uncircumcised cock. And as the boy again told her fuck-fuck, dropped with his mouth to her breasts and blasted another hot gism load in her cunt, she wondered again about Joey, Nancy, and Dave, wondered what her family was doing out there beyond the city and the capsized boat. Particularly Joey. Her Joey. She fucked the young Mexican boy, but thought persistently about the young boy she'd raised from an infant. She fucked and listened to the subdued sounds of quaint Puerto Vallarta.
In the distance, she heard The Princessa's fog horns announce dinner for all those ashore who planned to eat aboard the yacht. She'd never make the first call, she knew. But she hoped Dave had sense enough to get the kids back in time. Especially Joey. Joey, she thought, ate like a bird, and would never sit down to a wholesome meal unless someone stood there and practically forced the hot food down his throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
After a peaceful night aboard the yacht and too much breakfast with Dave and the kids at a table on the open-air Observation Deck, Alicia slipped off alone and stood at the rail to watch Puerto Vallarta disappear off the stern. She sighed. She'd never forget the quaint shops, the people, the boy, and the capsized boat She could imagine herself spending a lifetime at sea, pulling in and out of such ports, fighting tropical storms, and learning to chart an exact course by merely glancing aloft and noting the position of stars, moon, and sun.
She looked self-consciously about. The childish fantasy was something she'd expect from Joey, she thought. But she'd been experiencing childish fantasies since the luxury cruise got underway, and now, as she eyed the Mexican coastline and thought again of the dark, Mexican boy, she allowed herself yet another. She imagined herself in Joey's arms. She imagined him suspended naked above her, saying fuck-fuck! She envisioned his cock-the little meat poker she'd bathed and powdered and kissed when he was a baby-slipping smoothly in and out of the blonde curly hair atop and between her full mother thighs. She grew warm, flushed. The hot-orange sun beat down on her face, The Princessa's backwash beat loud in her ears, and her heart, the thing which seemed just recently to have begun to beat, pounded far too rapidly in her chest.
"Darn!" she suddenly blurted, not sure why, not sure of anything except what she felt instinctively in the depths of her belly.
Abruptly she turned from the rail and made her way through noisy passengers, toward the ladder to the Promenade Deck. She hadn't been the same since boarding the yacht. It was as if all inhibitions, doubts, and cares were left ashore, and the freedom of the sea coursed undeniably through her veins.
"Looks especially good this morning."
Alicia spun around. She grinned. Manny, wearing the reddest short-sleeved shirt she'd ever seen, long black hair a glisten with drops of water from what she supposed was a morning shower, stood a dozen steps below her on the ladder.
"Your ass, I mean, doll. Looks in need of affection." Manny climbed four steps, his huge, suntanned hand on the rail, eyes on the tight pedal pushers she wore.
"Did I mention I'm a married woman?" retorted Alicia.
"The best kind. Always game for something new."
Nervously Alicia laughed. "Oh? Do you have something new in mind?"
"Ever visit a boiler crew?" The loose smile changed Manny's features to those of a boy. He climbed to the step below her. His hand covered hers. "My old man-a wetback, they called him-worked a ship's boiler room for thirty-five years," he added.
Alicia studied his dark, handsome face. He had nicked himself shaving, she noted, high on the left cheek. The cut made her think about pirates with wide grins and eye patches and diabolical schemes concerning women captives. "I should spend some time with my kids," she said finally, "and my husband. We're celebrating his promotion, you know."
Manny scowled. Without a word, he took her hand in his and led the way back down the ladder and toward one of the narrow porthole doors like the one they'd entered before the yacht sailed, two days before.
Ambivalent, not knowing what Manny had in mind but certain it concerned sex, Alicia followed him into the yacht's bowels. The engine noises grew. The smell of oil hung heavy in the air. They descended ladders which were narrower, more precarious than those above deck, passed through a labyrinth of dim corridors, weaved in and out between machinery and objects she couldn't identify, and finally arrived at a section marked CREW.
"This is it," said Manny.
Alicia arched her eyebrows. What in the world, she wondered. She followed him through a door and into a drab, smoke-filled cabin, with noisy men in T-shirts and greasy jeans everywhere. She heard the loud guffaws, felt the eyes upon her as Manny greeted the men and led her past bunks and a card table to another door. They entered a smaller, windowless cabin with a bed and a night table, a straight-backed chair, a mirror on the bare wall. Manny muffled the noise in the outer cabin by shutting the door.
"We could just as easily have gone to your cabin," observed Alicia sourly. "I don't see the attraction in-" she waved a hand expansively over the low, soiled bed-"this! And it stinks!" She glowered at Manny, unable to understand his motive in bringing her to this specific place, and embarrassed because of the men in the outer room.
Silent, assured, Manny crossed the cabin and gathered her into his arms. He bent her back, kissed her. His cock was already half hard and, as he sucked her mouth, cruel hands gripping her ass, digging in, he pressed it firmly into the small space between her upper thighs.
Alicia stopped caring about why he'd brought her to the small cabin. She felt his big dick pressing hard into her pussy, felt his hands on 'her bottom, and forgot everything except the feel of stiff man-meat in her belly. She opened her mouth for his insistent tongue. She opened her thighs and leaned far back in his arms ... anxious to have him take her down to the bed and drive his prick brutally, as hard as he could, up her burning wet cunt.
Manny obliged. He guided her back until her legs touched the edge of the mattress and toppled with her onto the soiled sheets. His huge hand sought her crotch, cupped and kneaded. His fierce dick grew enormous against her thigh. He drove his tongue into her mouth, coaxed her legs wide, and dug his fingers hard into her sex.
Gasping, unable to wait a second longer, Alicia tore her mouth away. "Undress me," she breathed. "Everything! Hurry! I want you to fuck me."
Manny wasted no time. Quickly he found the zipper at her waist, opened the pedal pushers, and yanked the slacks and panties down her trim legs. He made her sit up. He lifted the pullover off over her head, loosed her hair. He caressed her white breasts for a moment, eyed her trembling body, then stood and threw off his clothes.
"Hurry!" demanded Alicia, thighs wide, arms outstretched and reaching. She eyed his stiffness, moaned. It seemed to be a fat tentpole standing out from the thick mat of black cock hair covering his lower abdomen. Again she marveled at the size and her ability to take it all. She'd never seen a dick as long, as fat, as awesome as Manny's.
Without hesitation, Manny climbed between her parted, quivering thighs. He braced himself on thick, strong arms. "Put it in for me, doll," he directed. "Show it the way to your hole. It's like a trained pooch ... give it a treat and watch it perform."
Unable to hold her hand steady, Alicia closed slim, cool fingers around his hard cock. Her breath caught. It was impossible, but the hot veiny thing seemed even longer now. She traced the veins beneath the loose outer skin. She touched the head. Her belly grew tense. She steered the fiery glans through her bush to the hot, wet, gaped open mouth of her pulsating womanhood.
Manny thrusted.
"Oh, yes. More!" cried Alicia.
"Are you game?" Manny asked, planting the head of his dick high in her sheath for a moment, then pulling back-apparently waiting for her to reply before he thrusted again.
"Fuck it all into me," sobbed Alicia. "You know I ... oh! Oh, please! You know I want you. I want you!"
Still Manny held back. He made his joint pulse and expand and contract inside her cunt, but refused to drive, refused her what she wanted. "What about the others?" he asked, nodding toward the door. "You gonna give them some, too? They're my friends."
Dumbfounded, Alicia gaped up at him. Suddenly she felt cold all over. She glanced furtively toward the scarred door ... remembering the coarse faces, the leers, the muscular bodies and soiled jeans in the outer room. She looked back to Manny. My God! she thought ... Did he actually expect her to ... for a roomful of men? She could imagine the line waiting at the foot of the bed; huge men, fully dressed but with spearlike dicks protruding from their pants. They'd kill her!
As if having glimpsed her thoughts, her fears, Manny said, "Not all of them, Maybe five. All swell guys. I guarantee it."
Alicia was too astounded to speak. Four! Maybe five! she thought. The numbers blinked in her mind. Incredible! She was astounded not only because Manny should suggest such a thing but because there was a side of her which the number appealed to. She found it repulsive and frightful, yet ... I She felt Manny's awesome member throbbing at the lips of her vulva. She looked down ... saw the long thing protruding from her curly blonde wedge, and imagined an army-no! A boiler crew!-of stiff dicks plowing one after the other into her belly. She moaned, moved her hips, her ass, trying to draw Manny's hard meat into her cunt. She had to have it, had to have a cock, and no longer cared whose or how many. "Yessssssss!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Anything! Anybody! Only fuck me. PLEEZE! Put it in. Put! It! In!"
Manny chuckled. "Knew you'd see it my way, baby. Knew it the first time I saw you."
Panting, close to tears with need of him, Alicia raked her sharp fingernails across his back and dug them into his shoulders. "Do it!" she choked, raising up, using her ass, her pelvis, to wiggle his hot meat home. "Oh, yes. Yesohyes! Do it, Manny. Hurry before...."
Manny whistled and lunged. The cabin door burst open at the same moment his dick slipped high in her sheath. A stout, grinning engineer entered, closed the door, and immediately began to strip.
Sobbing, gyrating furiously, Alicia glanced from the dick pistoning in and out of her hole to the dick on the man approaching the bed. It was insane! This wasn't her at all! She felt the thin mattress shift, the second man's weight on the bed, felt herself being rolled onto her side, and felt the second hard cock sliding down the deep crack of her ass. The head stopped at the puff of blonde hair at the mouth of her rectum, probed. "OH, NO!" she protested, sandwiched between the two men, one leg over Manny, the other beneath him, ass vulnerable. "M-make him stop," she begged as the second man's cock began to grind into her tender asshole. "OWWWW!" she wailed as the glans of the prick in her cunt, Manny's long, terrible prick, met and shook hands with the smaller but nonetheless awesome tool blazing a painful trail between the soft halves of her ass.
"Easy, baby," soothed Manny. "This is Steve. Steve, meet Alicia. A real blonde."
"How do, m'am," said Steve, reaching for her firm breasts, kneading them with callused, powerful hands, and humping, humping, humping the length of his hard dick up her tight velvet asshole. "Good stuff!" he grunted. "Man! Tight as a fuckin' kid!"
Alicia gritted her teeth, held her eyes tightly shut, and strained to open the tiny hole which had never before experienced a driving cock. She felt it going in, in. Deeper and deeper until she felt hair in her crack. "Oh," she moaned, sweat breaking out all over her body. "Ohhhhhhh!"
"You stoke first," Manny directed Steve. "I'll be the back-up man."
"Aye-aye, cap'n!"
Amazed that this should be happening to her, Alicia felt the two dicks begin to work in her belly. Steve shafted and Manny withdrew, then Steve withdrew and Manny slammed the full length of his stiffness up her wet cunt. Tremors wracked her body. She had never before felt anything like it. She clawed Manny's shoulders, worked her belly, her ass, gyrating back, forward, back. Her cunt was ablaze. Asshole too. She was coming; a continuous, delicious orgasm, which ripped the air from her lungs and filled her lower abdomen with exquisite electric charges that raced up her spine and exploded white-hot and red in her eyes.
"Man, she's a goodie," groaned Steve, pinching her taut pink nipples, pumping faster.
"She ain't even warm yet," replied Manny, gripping the soft halves of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider for the stiff joint gliding in and out of her rectum.
"Lookit her ass go," added Steve.
"Wait 'til you feel her cunt go," said Manny.
"Can't be no better 'n this. Christ ah! AH! I'm popping already."
"OHahhhOH!" fluttered Alicia as the pistoning cock in her asshole exploded. She thrashed. She sobbed and tightened her sphincters. She squealed. And as the last spurt of cum shot off in her rectum, Steve twisting her nipples and grinding hard meat into her, the dick in her twat spit. "Eeeahhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, mashing her lips to Manny's mouth and milking the gism from the pole high in her cunt.
When both men had emptied their sacs into her, the semen running hot and sticky from both tight holes, Alicia too breathless, too drunk to do more than lie there and moan, Manny whistled. Again the cabin door opened. In stepped a tall man with a boxer dog's face. He coughed, closed the door, undressed and approached the crowded bed.
"Think she can take it three ways?" asked Steve, cock still in her rectum, but limpish.
"She can take it as many ways as we have to give," replied Manny. Can't you, baby?"
"I ... I ... I...." stammered Alicia. She looked pleadingly into Manny's piercing dark eyes, trembling, not knowing what to do, what to say. Her mind was repulsed by the scene. But her body, her cunt, her newly awakened asshole, cried out to be fucked. And now there remained only one hole to be tested, one last orifice to be filled with hard, pulsing cock. She glanced back, past Steve's sweating, grinning face, to the fat meat hanging half hard from the third man's lower belly.
"That's Jose," supplied Manny. Without warning, he pulled his wet dick from her sheath. He replaced it with two thick fingers. "Give him a good fuck, baby. He's sort of a cousin. Poppa's side. Si, Jose?"
"Si. Si, amigo."
Alicia stared at the big, hairy man. Wanting to, not wanting to. She wondered again about the untested hole ... her mouth! Her throat filled with saliva. She was glad it wasn't the ugly man's dick, Jose's dick, she'd be sucking. But that meant ... ?
"This is gonna be tricky," said Manny as Jose took his place on the small bed. "Alicia, baby ... how about going topside? On your hands and knees?"
"I ... I ... I...."
"Steve, you come up behind her," continued Manny. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt, kneeled. "And me ... well, we'll see how things happen. Steve?"
"Sounds kinda in'eresting," replied the other man, slipping his joint from her asshole.
"Si. Si-si!" agreed Jose, grinning foolishly.
As if hypnotized-a small, timid and furry animal staring at snake-snakes!-about to spring-Alicia allowed Manny to help her into position. Jose, grunting like a pig at slopping time, his flat stubby dick now hard, lay full length on the bed. She straddled him. The nozzle knob of his meat grazed her cunthole.
"Put it in for him, "babe," directed Manny. "The boy's shy. Show his cock where your cunt's at. I doubt the big dumb bastard ever screwed a real blonde."
"T-this won't work," protested Alicia, her voice rasping, unfamiliar to her ears. But she did as Manny suggested, took Jose's hard cock in hand and set the red tip at her hole as Steve got to his knees and came up close behind her. Steve gripped her hips. Jose gripped her waist. And as both pricks began to grind into her holes, front and rear, Manny, on his knees at the head of the bed, moved close to her face.
"Dios, ah!" grunted Jose, pounding his meat all the way up her sopping wet pussy.
"You said it!" gasped Steve, working his hips round and round, again planting his meat in her asshole with short, rapid jabs, then holding it planted to the hilt, basking in her warmth. "Fuck it into her face," he told Manny. "Make her airtight."
"Airt-t-tight?" questioned Alicia.
"All holes plugged." Manny inched closer. "It's supposed to make you a vacuum, baby. Create more suction. Make you a better lay."
Sobbing, working her lower body on the two rods already embedded, Alicia watched Manny "s stiff awesome cock bob near. They were trying to kill her, she was certain. No one, absolutely no one! could survive such an experience. She watched Manny's long veiny cock press toward her face, smelled the fishy fragrance of cunt, her own juicy cunt, on the glistening glans, and knew she would die once the lengthy thing found her mouth and forced the circumcised head deep into her throat.
One huge hand on the back of her head, Manny pressed the tip of his prick to her soft, moist lips. "Eat it, baby. Open your mouth and suck."
Alicia resisted. Again her mind revolted. Yet her body, her cunt in particular, was willing, even anxious, to take every dick in the outer cabin. She glanced down and back, between her gaped-open legs, saw the hard meat pounding up into her wet vulva, parting the blonde hair, raking her clit, and saw, too, the wrinkled sacs slapping her ass and the bowed underside of the dick in her cunt as Steve, humping in short, rhythmic strokes, fucked her hot rectum. Her entire lower body strained for fulfillment. The fiery sensations crept down her legs, to her curled toes, and up-up into her belly, her chest. Her breasts ached. The nipples were about to burst, it seemed. Squeeze me! they cried. Suck me! Hurt me! And her pussy-Fuck it up into me! it demanded. Hard! Harder!
And then she felt the smooth head of Manny's hard dick forcing its way between her lips ... boring in, past her teeth, gliding back on her tongue. Again she stopped thinking. She balanced herself on one hand and, cupping his heavy, hairy cubes in the palm of her other small fist, drew the ferocious bulb deep into her mouth. Eyes wide, disbelieving, she watched the thick shaft disappear into her face. She sucked it back, back. She fondled his balls, worked her pussy, her asshole, her belly, and made greedy gurgling noises as she sucked Manny's cock from deep within her throat. She sucked and fucked, and thought, My God! It was so unlike her!
Bending over her back, dick jabbing rapidly, Steve took hold of one breast. He rolled the hard little pink nipple between thumb and forefinger. He pinched. He pulled. "Jesus, Manny," he croaked, riding her rump as if she were a mare and he was the thoroughbred stud, and her asshole was the place where little horsies came from, "you sure can pick 'em!"
Jose, grunting, fucking mightily, meaty belly smacking loudly against her, flicked out his tongue.
"Murumph!" Alicia bit down on Manny's cock.
"AH!" protested Manny. "Don't bite the fuckin' thing off, for chrissakes. Curl your lips in over your teeth and suck it off!"
Alicia complied. She curled her lips inward and let them flare out when he pulled back, then tucked them neatly over her teeth when he again drove. The hand locked in her hair held her head steady. Manny pistoned his dick into her face, in long, even strokes.
Again Alicia thought she would die. Not because she found the scene repulsive. The revulsion was gone. Completely. Now she thought she would die because of the fire, the feel, the delicious sensation of three pricks about to piss cum. How they were humping! Her cunt and her asshole now were sloppy wet, spewing juice all over the bed, all over Jose, and the two dicks dipping in and out, in and out, in and out more rapidly with each stroke, had her dizzy. But best of all was the dick in her face. It was the longest. The hardest. The thickest. She sucked with all her might, holding him deep, waiting to feel the hot sticky semen blast off in her throat. She had sucked only two dicks in her lifetime; Dave and another. But neither was anywhere near as delicious, as intoxicatingly good as Manny's stiff pole.
"Suck it, baby," groaned Manny, mashing his cock hair into her face. The glans of his dick expanded. "Keep ... ah! Oh, baby! Keep on what you're doing. Keep ... oh! AHHH! Keep moving your tongue like that. Don't ... urn! UMMM! Don't stop now. Suck it, doll. Suck!"
Alicia sucked. She held Manny's balls firmly in the warm palm of her hand and sucked noisily. She blew and drew on the tip. She worked her tongue. She held his cock deep in her wet mouth, lips open wide, and gurgled and sucked and waited for the hot cum to spew.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Steve abandoned her tit, gripped her hips, and pulled her round ass tight against him. He strained and gasped. He, too, was coming.
Jose grunted and humped upward. Tongue brushing her taut nipples, hands splayed on her satiny cheeks, he worked furiously. Then suddenly, as if someone had taken a stop-action photograph, he stopped. His massive body went rigid. His eyes bulged. His face contorted. His hard stubby cock jerked high in her sheath.
Alicia yelled on the dick in her mouth as the dick in her cunt geysered. And the yell brought Manny to orgasm. As the cum shot off deep in her throat, as she drank it down and sucked and drew for more, her asshole tightened. And the tightness, the nipping, velvetine sphincters caused Steve to bust. Hot cream drenched her in-sides, ran out and down her chin, down her thighs. She thrashed and wiggled, fucked and sucked. Her multiple lovers humped and spurted. And as the last gooey drops trickled off in her mouth, her cunt, her rectum, she heard a high, wavering whistle.
Alicia glanced sharply to the door. She watched it open. Manny's cock now halfway out of her face, the cocks in her asshole and vulva slipping free, she watched a short, stocky Mexican enter the cabin. She watched him shut the door. She watched him grin. Bug-eyed, she watched him begin to take off his greasy clothes.
My lord! gasped Alicia mentally. Where in the world were they going to fuck her now?
CHAPTER FIVE
On the third morning out, The Princessa pulled into port at Manzanillo. A bell, unseen but heard throughout the harbor area, began to peal. The ringing of the bronzebell-as she would have known had she read the travel brochures, explained a man to his wife-was customary each time a ship docked. The wife sniffled and moved away among the passengers lining the rail, waiting to go ashore for the ten-hour stopover before the yacht again set sail. Again ropes sang through the air, anchor winches fore and, aft loosed heavy chain. The yacht came to a standstill.
"How come you're not coming ashore?" pouted Nancy.
"Because your mother's seasick or something." Dave eyed his daughter. The low-cut blouse she wore made her tantalizing little breasts more delectable. His gaze dropped to her legs. The hem of the mini barely covered her crotch. He looked up. Her eyes were bright, lips parted. He cleared his throat. "You ah ... you saw her this morning," he added. "Couldn't get out of bed, couldn't eat, Somebody's got to stick around."
"Mummy's old enough to look after herself," protested Nancy. "Darn it, anyway! You promised to take me to Santiago Beach. The water's supposed to be eighty degrees!"
"Didn't I say I'd take you already?" said Joey, wearing his usual impatient expression and moving out of the way of the men locking the gangplank in place.
Nancy scowled. "Big deal!"
"Listen," said Dave, noting that although Sam Sawyer and the twins were waiting to go ashore, Barbara Sawyer was nowhere in sight, "I've got enough trouble without having you two at each other's throat. Now git!" Trying to maintain a stern expression, he smacked Nancy's cute behind. His fingers tingled from the brief contact. Downhearted, he watched her move reluctantly to the rail, where the other passengers had already begun to file ashore. "We'll make it up later," he called, waving as Joey took the girl's hand in his and hurriedly followed the Sawyer twins down the gangplank.
Dave watched until the kids disappeared amid the Hawaiian shirts and flower-print dresses on the dock. Mal de mer! he thought. Seasickness! Just like Alicia, after living for fifteen years not a mile from the ocean, to go and get seasick. Their first vacation since their honeymoon, and....
"Hi. You alone today, too?"
Dave turned from the rail to find Barbara Sawyer standing in the middle of two psychedelic strips of cloth, long blue-black hair flowing freely about her shoulders, a towel in hand. "They mutiny at the slightest provocation, don't they?" she said, smiling. "Sometimes I wonder why I got married and had kids. I'm lonesome more now than when I was lonesome alone."
"Anyone who looks that good in a bikini should never be lonesome," responded Dave.
Draping the towel around her neck like a scarf, Barbara held both ends. She cocked her head. "I was on my way to the Lido Deck for a swim. But if you're all by your lonesome...."
"Not really." Dave watched her eye him curiously. He, too, did some swift eyeballing. In the swimsuit, her trim figure coppered by the sun, small feet in sandals and the towel draped casually about her slim neck, Barbara might be the triplet to the Sawyer twins, he decided. "I've got devils," he continued. "They bug me every time I get within shouting distance of a beautiful woman. Like now. You'd slap my face if you know what they were suggesting."
Barbara studied him a moment more. "Where's what's-her-name-your wife?"
"She lost her sea legs somewhere. Last I looked, in, she was slightly green around the gills and not sure whether she was going to commit suicide or lie there and contemplate her secret sins."
"And you're the nursemaid?"
Ruefully, Dave nodded. He glanced up and down the Pacific Deck. Aside from a few crewmen swabbing the deck, a few elderly passengers sitting in sunchairs, the yacht was their own. He looked back to Barbara. "I'm not much on swimming," he said. "But if you'd like a drink, they sell the best booze in town in a little place upstairs."
Barbara hesitated only a moment before saying yes. They climbed the two ladders to the aft lounge on the Riviera Deck ... Barbara going up first, Dave close behind, watching her half moon cheeks roll and rub smoothly together-more out than in the scanty, psychedelic bikini.
The lounge, too, was almost deserted. They sat and talked and had their drink and Dave suggested another. Between drink two and three, Barbara began to talk freely and he learned that the Sawyers had been taking the Mexican cruise twice each year for too many years to make it fun anymore. It was sort of like too much ice cream, Barbara said, too much of a good thing. Then, after drink three and while waiting for the fourth to arrive, Barbara mentioned the single attraction which kept her from being bored stiff. And by the time the fourth drink was nearing the crushed ice in the bottom of their tumblers, music soft in the background, the bartender watching them with a knowing eye, Barbara was stiff, but not from boredom, and there was a stiffness in Dave, too, but not from drinking.
Assuring him she could walk without the slightest assistance, head held too high, Barbara gripped his arm and walked crookedly to the elevator. She lost a sandal, gave him an extended view of her bottom while bending to retrieve it. By the time the elevator began the slow hum down, Dave's dick was rock-hard. He kissed her; a long, exploratory joining of lips. And by the time the elevator stopped humming, doors swished open at the Belvedere Deck, he had first-hand knowledge of every curve, every contour of the ass he'd watched climb the ladders and bend when its owner reached for the lost sandal.
"Sush!" commanded Barbara as she ferreted a key from the bikini top, fumbled it into the lock on Suite B33/35, and opened the cabin door. She motioned him inside. Bleary-eyed, the alcohol making her silly, she looked half a dozen times up and down the outer corridor before closing the door. She leaned back, eyed him sternly. "The neighbors," she said, dropping the key into the cleavage between her round, girlish breasts. "They all screw. Everybody!" She waved expansively. "But they tell on each other to keep from feeling guilty about it."
Dave looked about the cabin. It was like, yet unlike, his own suite. The Sawyers had taken a Deluxe with a sitting room. A picture window, the entire length of one wall, the drapes partially drawn, looked out on the harbor and the blue Pacific and the goddamnedest blue, cloudless sky beyond.
Barbara weaved past him. She went to the long, low divan beneath the window, propped one knee on the green leather, and drew the drapes tight. She nodded satisfaction. "The hic! neighbors!" she hiccoughed.
Dave moved to her side. "Screw the neighbors," he growled. He was beginning to feel the drinks: lightheaded, and with a hard-on so stiff, so steely, he thought sure he could drive through the bulkhead and send The Princessa to a watery grave. He turned Barbara to face him, pressed close. "Let's talk about what keeps you from getting bored."
"Why talk?" countered Barbara, slurring the words, voice fuzzy. "Is that why you got me drunk and brought me down here? To talk about it?"
Dave looked down at her melons. The bulge in his pantsleg brushed her smooth inner thigh. There was a tightness in his chest to match the tightness in his cock. Looking deep into her heavy-lidded green eyes, seeing the fire there the cool, smoldering flame of wanton desire,he reached around behind her to the snaps holding the bikini top. The top came loose, fell. The cabin key bounced on the springy rug and came to rest beneath the coffee table.
"I think you're seducing me," whispered Barbara, swaying close, rubbing her pussy against the stiffness at his fly, "The devils I told you about."
"I like devils. Hard ones."
"This one's harder than that." Dave pressed his stiff prick into her crotch, covered one cherry-topped mound of whipped cream, and worked the nipple with his palm. "What it needs is exorcism ... someone to coax out the evil."
"Is the evil creamy?"
"Why not take it out and find out for yourself how full of unpasteurized cream it is?"
Barbara pressed closer, rested her head on his chest. Her hand sought his fly. The zipper hissed. Her fingers crept inside the pants, the shorts.
Dave groaned and bent forward as her hand closed on the head of his cock. He watched her guide it out of the pants, hold it in one small fist, and run the fingers of her other hand gently over the tip, the turtleneck fold of skin marking his circumcision, the long shaft.
"Poor devil," Barbara cooed. "It doesn't have anyone who loves it."
"It likes dark, damp holes."
"Does it?"
"Cunts!"
"Mine's vacant."
Dave abandoned her breast and reached for the waistband of the bikini. He pushed the skimpy thing down her wide hips. Her midnight black pussy came into view. He left the bikini bottom bunched at the top of her thighs and drove his fingers through the coarse hair into her cunt.
"Oh, my." Barbara's knees gave. Both hands closed tight on his prick.
Dave held her up by the cheeks of the ass. Fingers deep in the hot crack under her crotch, he kissed her neck, her hair. He fingered her cunt, her clit, and pushed forward, rubbing the glans of his dick in her wiry pussy. His face settled on the low coffee table behind her. He could imagine her bent forward, over the table ... hot black pussy gaped open, taking his meat in, sucking him toward orgasm doggy style. "Like animals?" he asked softly, suggestively.
"Um! What kind?"
"Dogs. They have a nice simple way of doing things."
Barbara followed his gaze to the coffee table. The small hands on his cock tightened. "Bowwow," she said.
While he stripped, Barbara sat on the edge of the low coffee table ... impatiently twirling the bikini bottom on her slender stink-finger. "Sex is the only reason I let Sam drag me along on these trips," she confided, watching him step out of his pants and sit on the green leather divan to remove shoes and socks. "You're the first this trip. But last time-God! By the end of the first day, I'd been to bed with the captain and three of the crew. Then a dozen male passengers before we returned to Los Angeles. Sam knows. But he doesn't care anymore. He doesn't care about much of anything besides business and ... and the girls! Sometimes I think he has more than a fatherly interest."
Dave eyed her high boobs, her belly. He envisioned the twins. He could imagine them, side by side, naked, in bed with their father. He couldn't blame Sam for that! Especially after what he'd done and intended to keep on doing to Nancy. "Too bad you don't have a son," he said, standing to remove his shorts.
"That's a funny thing to say."
"Sex is sex, Babs baby. Meat is meat. No matter who it belongs to. And if Sam is screwing the twins, as you seem to think-well, if you had a son, say one about my son's age, you'd be getting some too."
"Would you let your wife take what's-his-name, Joey, to bed?"
Dave reflected a moment. "Only if they let me watch the action."
Barbara laughed. "You're joking."
"Am I?" Stripped, stiff dick leading the way, Dave moved to the coffee table. He made her stand. His hands went to her bottom, spread and hefted the cheeks. His rod found its way to the hot grotto between her soft upper thighs. He sawed the shaft back and forth on the wet lips of her cunt.
"Um. I like that. Your devil's all excited. I think maybe he thinks it's time for something besides lots of talk."
"Like what?"
"Like hot, damp holes maybe."
Dave kissed her. He mashed her lips and fingered her hot little asshole ... but thinking about another hot little rectum. He twisted his finger in to the second joint, felt her sphincters bite, and again imagined her bent over the table ... but thinking of another behind tooted up, asshole milking his meat. He broke the kiss. "You like cock in the ass?"
"Um! But screw me first. Then later...."
Dave turned her around, made her kneel, and bent her upper body over the low coffee table. He dropped to his knees behind her. Her asshole, her cunt winked up at him. He moved his fingers through the hair deep in her crack into her pubic hair. He spread the fat lips of her cunt. He bent low, put his mouth to her asshole, sucked. He licked from there to her twat, opened his mouth over her slitted love hole and drank deep of her fragrant juices.
"That's nice," murmured Barbara, hips jerking.
"How about this?" Driving one finger high in her rectum, Dave flicked his tongue across her hard, pink soldier.
"Ummm! Heavenly! That's a devil you didn't tell me about, love. Oh, my. Oh!"
Dave sucked her hot wet cunt for a moment, licked her asshole, the crack. But his dick was bloated and throbbing to be sheathed. "Open wider," he told her, kneeling tall, and setting the fat tip of his meat at the hot lips of her pussy.
Rocking from side to side, Barbara inched her knees wide apart on the thick rug. Now her thighs formed a V. She leaned far forward, tits pressed flat on the table-making the crack of her ass all but disappear except for where the cheeks formed two tender half-moons of quivering flesh. Her cunt gaped. The lips were bright pink and purple-red inside. They breathed on the tip of his cock.
"Hold tight," said Dave, pushing slowly in.
"Oh, my," whispered Barbara, ass working.
Dave closed his eyes, savoring the warm, slippery tightness of her vagina. He held her hips, pushed. His long dick bored in. He kept on pushing ... deciding to drive it all the way up without stopping to thrust. He applied pressure with his hips ... loving the feel-the wonder, the newness no matter how many times he screwed-of her inner cunt opening for the glans of his prick. He pulled her toward him ... bringing her wide white ass back as he pressed. In his cock went. Slowly. Relentlessly. Until there was nothing outside her hole except cock hair and balls. Until he felt the silk-like texture of her buttocks against his lower belly and the engorged lips of her cunt nipping the roots of his sex.
"He's ... oh, my! A marvelous devil," sighed Barbara. Her cunt grew tight. The inner muscles, like a goose-feathered duster, brushed the hard shaft up her sheath. She moved her hips, left-right, round and round, grinding provocatively.
Dave opened his eyes and looked down. There was nothing more stimulating, more exciting, than seeing his dick embedded in a woman, he mused. He pulled out some ... for the pleasure of watching it slip back. His fingers played in her pussy. The hair was thick and tangled: black Brillo. It grew in ringlets, bramble bush, to within an eighth of an inch of her gash, and stopped. Then the lips puffed out on either side of her glen ... the slitted gates to Valhalla.
"He's not very lively," complained Barbara. "Doesn't he know a cunt likes to be fucked in and out?"
"Doesn't your cunt known an orthodox devil has to be exorcised slowly? He kinda likes to soak for a while before doing this!" Dave pulled back, withdrawing three-quarters of the way, and shafted hard into her.
"UMMMMMMMMMMM! More!"
Again Dave pulled back ... watching his wet prick glide smoothly out of her vulva ... watching the lips open, breathe ... then driving and watching the lips turn in along his hard meat, and plowing toward the hottest, tightest, silkiest part of her cunt.
"Oh, my yes! That's ... um! Much more like a devil. Oh, my! OH!" Barbara ground her ass into his pubic hair. She gripped the edges of the coffee table and tightened and loosened her cunt, gasping, "I love exorcising a ... ummm! A cock! Make the little darling spit, Dave. Make him shoot off. Oh, yes. Yessssss!"
Holding his dick planted, fucking slowly in time to her gyrating hips, Dave used two fingers to open her asshole. He watched her sphincters relax. It was like watching a flower bud open, he mused, a brown rose unfold its satiny petals. He opened the tiny aperture to its fullest accessibility and twisted both fingers in.
"AHYES! Ah, Dave. Dave!"
"Christ! Already?" Dave felt the extra special, extra tight, extra hot squeeze of her inner cunt muscles, and knew she was coming. Driving his fingers high in her rectum, he could feel himself, feel the meat stoking her vagina. He retreated ... rammed and felt himself blaze along the thin wall of tissue between the two hairy holes. The female body never ceased to amaze him. It was so fragile, almost breakable, it seemed, yet could withstand the most powerful, brutal thrusts of a cock. He thrusted powerfully ... feeling his rod drive along the thin inner tissue, along the fingers up her hot asshole. He watched her shudder and strain for more. "There's no more, baby," he said hoarsely. "Just enough to make you think it's a pole. Nine inches! Nine fucking hard inches to do this!"
"OHAHHHHHHH!" cried Barbara as he pulled all the way out and drove his wet dick up her lovely, gaped-open asshole.
"Christ Jesus, that's fine." Fingers splayed low in her crack, Dave held her hole open and bored into the tighter, hotter confines of her delectable rectum. He pushed in, in. His joint disappeared inch by inch. Up, up it went. Until again there was nothing except cock hair and swaying balls outside her trembling body.
"You reneged," protested Barbara. "You were supposed to shoot off first. "You ... owww! Oh, my! You didn't finish fucking my cunt. Put it ... um! Back! Quick!"
Dave pressed tight to her buttocks, strained "Too late," he gasped. "Too good. Too fucking t-tight." He was becoming a regular asshole bandit: a regular shit-reamer, he thought as the cum leaped up from his dangling cubes, gathered at the base of his cock-like peas gathering at the mouth of a kid's peashooter-and rushed forward.
"Oh, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Barbara whipped her ass about furiously. Releasing her hold on the table, she reached down between her tense legs and cupped his balls. She kneaded, as if by doing so she might coax more creamy semen up and out and into her nipping hole.
As he had done the day before with Nancyand thinking of the girl, envisioning her little, brown, curly-haired pussy and alabaster cheeks-Dave reached around and under Barbara's belly, to her cunt. He used both hands to spread the lips. He groaned and fucked his cum into her rectum, pounded his nuts into her hand, and the hand into her gash. He closed his eyes and bent far forward, over her back ... fucking fast, hard, the way Barbara preferred. And he thought about Nancy ... hot little Nancy, adorable Nancy ... somewhere alone with her brother, in Manzanillo. He suddenly recalled his boyhood and his sister, Rebecca. He recalled the first time at the lake; the time they wandered off alone, out of sight of the family. He'd been feeling her all day ... in the water ... pretending it was an accident. He recalled her sweet little breasts, breasts like Nancy's, and her look of astonishment when he covered them with eager hands. And later, after he persuaded her to take off the wet, clinging swimsuit, her wide-eyed fascination with his hard cock. And then later still, when he persuaded her to lie down in the woods behind the cabanas and climbed with a hard-on between her gorgeous young legs, the way she cooed and wiggled his stiffness home. He remembered the way she moved, inexperienced but anxious and whining, and moving her immature hips in an erratic, exciting, little-girl willing way. He remembered her ass most of all, her round ass! He remembered how she lifted it up for his hands, and how later, when he asked her to roll onto her belly, how it quivered and opened and took his cock to the hilt. It was his first asshole ream. Tight and good. Better because it was Sis and he wasn't supposed to be fucking a dick into her.
Dave fucked his hard dick, his load, into Barbara Sawyer's hot rectum; gasping and grinding and calling her name, but thinking now of Rebecca, and wondering if Joey, his son, was doing to Nancy-fucking Nancy-what he had done to Rebecca when he was a boy.
"We shouldn't be looking," whispered Nancy, unable to tear her eyes away. They'd been watching Sam Snyder and the twins for what she supposed was ten minutes, and now, Sam on his knees, the girls with their skirts raised and panties down, there was no longer any doubt about what was going to happen.
"Holy shit!" blurted Joey. "He's gonna suck !em off." He rubbed the bulge in his pants. He lay on his side, looking down over the edge of the gully the guide had said was an abandoned mining area. Now the place was overgrown with bramble and trees, a few dilapidated huts, boarded-up shafts leading into the earth, and was an ambiguous tourist attraction.
"Stop rubbing yourself," scolded Nancy. "You're making me icky."
"Wanna fuck?" asked Joey.
"Don't be dumb!"
"What's dumb about fucking? Man! I sure been doin' lots since we sailed."
Nancy eyed him. He was right; there sure wasn't anything even a little bit dumb about fucking. But she'd never before considered him seriously. Sure they fooled around. But most of her girl friends fooled around with their brothers, too. She watched him rub his stiff cock. It looked like a big one, almost as big as Daddy's. And she remembered the last time they wrestled, and he got her spread-eagled and dry-fucked it into her ... remembering too, the wonderful feel of hard dick in her asshole "Who've you been doing?" she asked impulsively.
"Mrs. Waters. And Connie," admitted Joey.
Nancy parted the tall grass at the edge of the gully. The Sawyer girls were standing side by side, and Sam, their father, was alternating his mouth from one bared black pussy to the other. Her cunt twitched. Boy! she thought ... Joey sure was right about lots of kinky stuff going on since The Princessa sailed, too The seven-day cruise, with its stopovers in exotic places like Manzanillo, was merely an excuse for the passengers to meet and fuck new people and shed their inhibitions, it seemed. She watched Sam Sawyer eat his daughters-he apparently unaware anyone was watching, partially hidden by the thick brush at the end of the trail into the gully. Her belly tightened as she watched and recalled the hardness, the length, the spurting ability of the cock that had bored into her rectum the afternoon before. She lay flat on her belly ... pressing her sex into the hard ground.
"Man! Lookit his tongue go " Joey inched closer. "That fuckin' Connie ... she told me nobody ever ate her before."
"You ... you sucked her?"
"Man, yeah. Holy shit! Lookit Gwen. Wish I'd fucked her 'stead of Connie."
Nancy felt his hand at the hem high on the back of her slightly parted thighs. She watched Mr. Sawyer lap the twins, and envisioned Joey's cock, his tongue slipping into Connie. She felt the hem being raised, felt the hot sun and a faint breeze on her panties. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek on the cool, fragrant grass. She listened to the rustle of leaves, the distant sounds of the harbor. And Joey breathing. Or was it her own breathing she heard? Her lungs felt tiny, she knew. And breathing was difficult. Becoming more so. And she couldn't be sure whether the labored breathing she heard was her own or Joey's.
"Motherfucker, lookit that!"
She looked She felt the hand on her ass, Joey's hand, and saw Sam Sawyer abandon Connie's black wedge completely. Holding the halves of Gwen's ass-as if her cunt was a juicy watermelon-he sucked. She thought she could hear his tongue working ... lapping! Lapping! But it was merely the sound of water lapping against rocks in a nearby brook, she realized. She watched and listened and felt her panties being shifted to one side, baring one side of her ass, felt the fingers caressing her, and moving close to the hot split up her bottom.
"Let's do it, Sis," whispered Joey.
In reply, she spread her legs wide, closed her eyes, and rested her cheek on the cool grass once more.
"Man! I never knew you had so much hair on your pussy. Man!"
Nancy felt the panties being pulled off her hips. She felt moist breath on her buttocks. She felt him kiss her, first one cheek, then the other, then deep in the crack. She made herself lie still ... concentrating on the sandpapery blade of grass tickling her nose, and waited to feel his hard dick sliding into her. She allowed him to close her thighs and slither the panties down, off. She opened again. Wider. She held her breath, waiting. Nothing happened. There was an agonizing moment of suspended time-as if Joey had fled, and she was alone, abandoned ... wet cunt pressing into the grass, the ground, become one with the earth and sunshine and sky. Become part of the ancient city of Manzanillo.
Then she felt him, bare skin, cock hair on her naked young buttocks. Her hips jerked. Her cunt tightened in anticipation of being penetrated. Her nipples grew rigid. She felt Joey letting himself down, easing his weight onto her back. She felt him lift the hem of her mini, bunch it high on her waist. She felt his fingers at the mouth of her vulva ... opening the lips ... making her wet. She felt the tip of his meat brush her pussy. She sobbed. She forced her body to lie still and waited for the delicious moment.
"Sis. Sis, baby," groaned Joey, setting the knob of his cock in the hot slit of her pussy. "Man! You're all wet 'n' ready. Man!"
Nancy felt the fat tip at her hole. She chewed her lip, clenched her fists, held her eyes tightly shut and thought about Daddy. She remembered the moment of penetration-the moment his dick began to bore into her asshole-remembered the fear she'd experienced, and her initial dread of the awesome size of his member. "Don't hurt me," she breathed in a barely audible voice, feeling the hardness at the lips of her cunt and knowing it had to hurt some, and not really caring about that, but speaking because she had to hear her own voice. "Go easy. Push in slow. Real easy."
"Jesus mother!" Joey let his full weight down on her back. He humped the head of his joint into the virgin gash waiting to be violated. He gasped. He humped again ... setting the glans of his cock firmly in the pink lips of her pussy.
Nancy moaned and spread her legs until the place where her thighs joined her body felt as if it was tearing. She concentrated all her thoughts, all her will power, on her tight cunt. She made it relax ... made it open. She felt his dick slipping in ... slowly ... inch by hard inch. She felt the smooth head forcing its way into the tight warmth of her hole, pressed down with her belly muscles, opening the hole wider still.
"Mo-ther-fucker! You ... you're c-cherry," observed Joey.
"Do it," she gasped. "Put it in. In!"
"Man, yeah! Ah! AHHH!"
She felt the round head of his rod forcing its way deep into her cunt. She felt it stop. She felt it pull back, drive. "Oho-hohhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered as it butted her maidenhead. It hurt. She lifted her belly, brought one small fist to her mouth and bit into a knuckle. She felt Joey pull back again, raise up on his hands, and drive his meat hard into her sheath. She felt the barrier begin to give. She gasped and wiggled and helped his dick through the elastic-like thing high in her tight pussy.
"Ah, baby, Sis," cried Joey as the entire length of his stiff prick slipped into her. "Mother! Motherfucker, you're the greatest. Ah! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Fuck me!" she told him. "Oh, fuck it up into me. I ... oh! I ... OHHHHHHHH!" She thrashed ... unable to complete what she'd started to say ... unable to remember what it was. She felt his long dick throbbing in the pit of her belly, felt his nuts, cock hair against her, and worked her cunt as she'd worked her asshole on the fatter, longer, veinier dick that had ground its way in the day before.
"Man! Lookit ... ah! Lookit them n-now."
Nancy looked. Sam Sawyer had finished with Gwen, had taken off his pants and shorts, and now had Connie sitting on a tree stump. Her legs were wide apart and his head was between them, and Connie was moving up and down like an uncertain jack-in-the-box. Gwen, too, was busy. She was squatting behind her father; held his little pink balls in one hand, and was jacking his stumpish cock with the other ... Nancy watched and felt the hard dick in her hole begin to move in and out, and wiggled her ass, rotated her pelvis, wanting to feel Joey shoot She watched Connie Sawyer whack her daddy's hot meat, and wished-oh, how she wished-her own daddy was there, where she could hold his hairy nuts in her hand, prick close to her face, and could kiss the pink-red, swollen head, lick it, perhaps suck it, while the dick in her hole pistoned.
Suddenly Joey unshafted his meat.
"Oh ... !"
"Roll over," he told her, kneeling, guiding her impatient hips.
Nancy complied. She rolled onto her back and stared in fascination at the slippery thing protruding from her brother's lower abdomen. She wanted to touch it, to hold it. "Put it back in," she whimpered, watching him lower the hard thing to her little brown wedge. She felt the head once again fill her tight, burning love hole. "OH! OH, JOEY. Do OH! Do UM! Oh, Joey, Joey do iiiiiiiit!"
Breathing like ah old steam engine laboring uphill, sweat breaking out on his brow, eyes glazed, Joey held himself up on his hands and dipped his hard cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Raise your knees," he directed. "Man! Put 'em up, Sis. In the air. It ... it's better that way."
Nancy raised her knees for him. Her thighs felt like Jell-O, quivery and unmanageable. Arms back over her head, she clutched two handfuls of grass and shot her hips high off the ground. She chewed her lip and watched his cock piston. She made her cunt nip. She panted and moaned and fucked for all she was worth ... all the time listening to the sound of the lapping brook and imagining it was Mr. Sawyer-no! Her own daddy!-she heard. She watched and listened and fucked and didn't think she'd ever get enough dick.
"Oh, Sis. Sis! Sis! Sissssssssssssss!"
"Fuck me, Joey. Do it! Do it!" Instinctively she shot her legs up around his waist. She locked her ankles and squeezed ... forcing him deeper. He was coming, she knew. She wanted him to fill her wet cunt with gism. She wanted to feel it seep from her sheath and drip down over her buttocks and into the crack of her ass. She wanted to suck him, to fuck and suck every which way. For now, she was popping off, too, and wanted more. More! She wanted the biggest cock in the world up her belly-the Jolly Green Giant's stiff meat. Her cunt was no longer too tight, no longer hurt when he drove. There was a vast emptiness there between her gaped open thighs. And she wanted a meat twice the size of Joey's-twice the length, the thickness. She wanted....
Joey fell upon her, knocking the breath from her lungs. He grunted and strained ... held his cock high and blasted hot cream at the top of her pulsating channel.
"Joeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!" wailed Nancy, holding him tight with her legs and grinding her pussy, her hole, on his stiff, spitting member. "Don't stop. OHHHHHHHH! K-keep fucking. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck all your cream into me!"
Gripping the halves of her smooth, round little ass and twisting his middle finger high in her anus, Joey strained. He grunted His cock spit again. And again. And again and again and again ... flooding her twitching pussy with what seemed to be another Pacific Ocean of hot, sticky semen. "Christ, Sis! Oh, man Jesus! Jesus fuck!"
Nancy felt the warm goo washing down the walls of her sheath. She threw her arms around Joey's neck and pulled his face down and kissed him. She sucked his mouth-as Daddy had sucked her lips the day before-and tightened and loosened her pussy, making her tight asshole breath on the finger fucking her rectum. She saw red and blue dots on the back of her eyelids. And yellow sunspots. And wavering greens. She fucked her cunt up off the ground and held him embedded, and did it so well, with such obvious determination, that Joey stayed hard even after the last gooey spurt. She hugged him and kissed him and fucked him into fucking again.
Joey rested a moment. She felt his hot meat grow slightly less full, then jerk, the head expanding, and grow harder, fatter, it seemed He stoked gently. Slowly. She mashed her lips into his, took his tongue, and mashed her thatch of brown curls into his wiry cock hair. His movements grew wilder. Soon they were fucking again, a rapid, heady, delicious, rhythmic bump and grind union of pussy and cock.
Nancy relaxed her legs on his waist. A euphoric warmth washed over her body. But she wished they'd taken off all their clothes. Perhaps they would later, she speculated. Perhaps, after he shot off another hot load in her pussy, after Mr. Sawyer and the twins left and they were completely alone, they'd bathe in the lapping brook, and she'd suck him and let him suck her, as he'd done with Connie. And then perhaps they'd go to Santiago Beach, after all.
But there was-no hurry, she reasoned, fucking her hot sister cunt up at Joey. They had all day. And it was only the fifth day out of Los Angeles Harbor. There were eight days to go-Acapulco, Zihuatanejo, and a brief stopover at Mazatlan before The Princessa took them home.
Eight more glorious days of sunshine and sea. And best of all, Daddy! she thought, wiggling her hips, fucking faster. Daddy and Joey ... and whoever else happened along before the pleasure cruise ended.
CHAPTER SIX
Alicia was feeling lots less stiff by the time The Princessa cruised out of Manzanillo Harbor and pointed its bow toward the port with a name which carries its own special magic. Acapulco. An experience unique in the world, the travel brochures boasted. Whispering palms washing over wide beaches. The incredible cliff divers of La Quebrada. Nightclubs. More.
The pretended seasickness lasted until Dave took Nancy to dinner, and Joey, looking more alive and more adult than she'd ever before seen him, disappeared, on some mission of his own. Then she was up and dressed in her best pantssuit, and on deck to watch the moon come up bright yellow. The band in the Grand Salon had begun to play hours before, and now, silver moonbeams playing on the dark Pacific-the water hiding what treasures, what secrets, she wondered-a soft, soothing calypso beat wafted down from the Riviera Deck. She felt whimsical. Listening, she clutched the rail and lifted her face into the fine salt mist kicked up from the backwash. It was a magnificent night ... a magic sky, full of fiery dots and a grinning, round yellow face.
Slowly she walked the dark deck from stem to stern, back. She nodded to nameless faces ... ships passing in the night. She stopped to chat briefly with a stoop-shouldered, white -haired gentleman-who, it appeared, was trying to pick her up but was too shy and clumsy about it, and seemed to realize, at last, that most of his fun came from looking and pretending. He invited her to the bar for a drink. She apologized. He fidgeted. She kissed his bewhiskered cheek and sent him off with a radiant glint in his eye.
She remained alone on deck until well past midnight ... thinking mostly about Manny ... what had happened the day before ... reliving the seven men. Despite herself, she remembered with longing what each man had done to her. And Manny! God! It was so easy to be a woman with Manny!
She thought she saw Dave and Nancy at the far end of the deck. But no! she decided. Although the couple resembled the two, they walked arm in arm-young lovers, she supposed. And when she drew near, called, they hurriedly disappeared up the ladder to the now dark Promenade Deck.
Taking a last look at the lovely night sky, she drank deep of the smogless, ocean air. She listened for a moment more to the soft music from above. She sighed. Turning, she headed for the elevators and the cabin.
Noiselessly she entered hers and Nancy's cabin. She frowned. Nancy wasn't in bed. Again she wondered if the young couple she'd seen was, after all, Dave and Nancy. Where could they be, she wondered. What were they up to?
She began to undress. But as she came out of the suit jacket, unbuttoned the blouse beneath, bare breasts showing at the opening, she heard something rattle to the floor in the adjoining cabin. She crossed to the door and opened it silently.
Both cabins were dark. But there was enough moonlight coming through the porthole for her to see Joey. He was naked, lying on his back on the bed ... knees bent and spread wide, and jacking himself off. Alicia stood framed in the doorway ... watching ... unable to tear her eyes away ... marveling at the thickness, the stiffness, the length of her son's member.
Fuck-fuck! she thought, recalling the Mexican lad. Her breath caught. Mucho! Mucho good fuck-fuck!
Joey, face flushed and sweating, bolted to a sitting position. "Mother!" he gasped. "I ... I...."
Alicia watched him try to cover himself. But his dick was too hard, too long, too close to coming, she could tell, and he didn't seem able to control his trembling hands. "Are ... aren't you ashamed?" she choked. "Letting me ccatch you doing ... doing that!"
Joey managed to get a corner of the sheet over his stiff cock. He looked dejectedly down. The sheet made his hard-on even more obvious. He cleared his throat, started to speak, stopped himself. He looked up at her abashedly.
Alicia moved to the side of the bed. What was she thinking of? This was her son, she reminded herself. Her little boy! But the thing standing tall beneath the sheet wasn't the cock of a little boy, she reasoned. The stiffness, the soreness which had kept her in bed through most of the day, was returning, reminding her of what a good dick could do. Her belly grew tense. Her cunt tingled. She saw the boy's hardness, the nozzle tip showing plainly through the sheet, and remembered the seven long pricks that had probed every aperture in her body.
Joey stared up at the open blouse. "I ... I can't help it, Ma. It gets hard all the time. I ... I gotta whack off or ... or walk aroun' with it sticking out in my pants."
"Haven't you ever ... ?"
"Sure! But it never stops gettin' hard. All the time. Man! Me and Nancy fucked all afternoo...." Suddenly Joey stopped himself. He looked guiltily away.
My God! thought Alicia. Joey and Nancy! And Dave! Was Dave fucking the sweet little thing, too? The thought made her giddy. Incest! She felt her nipples grow hard. Incest! Incest! Incest! she thought, unable to react indignantly. She saw her son's hard prick standing tall beneath the thin sheet and felt herself drawn-like a weightless sliver of steel to a magnet-to the bed. She felt herself sit. Was this her, she wondered. Lately, since The Princessa sailed, she consistently found herself doing unfamiliar, unlike her things. Now her hand fluttered near the stiff meat in Joey's lap. Her heart raced. Blood pounded in her temples. It was all so unlike her! But she wanted more than anything to take the hard thing in her hand, squeeze it until the white cream seeped from the tip, and drink the hot sticky stuff down. She wanted to straddle him, as she'd done with Jose, and steer the fat glans into her mother pussy.
"You ... you look funny," said Joey, staring bug-eyed at the opening in the blouse. He squirmed. The sheet slipped back. His stiff dick popped into view. He seemed not to notice. He seemed to be concentrating all his attention on the soft, succulent flesh, the hard nipples, the tits he'd sucked as a baby.
Alicia felt the boy's gaze on her breasts. Saliva coagulated in her throat. Her cunt ached. She saw his stiff, naked cock and thought, my God! Her own son! Then, as if with a mind of its own, her hand touched the stiffness and her fingers closed tight on the hot, smooth shaft.
"Ma-maaa!" cried Joey.
"Does that make it feel better?"
"Y-yyes!" Joey's hand closed over hers. "Man! AH! Oh, man, AHHH!"
Alicia jerked. The dick in her hand grew harder still. She watched her son's face. The boy mirrored what she was feeling deep in her belly. "Touch Mother," she told him. She shrugged. The loose blouse slipped from her shoulders. "Hold Mother's breasts. Suck the nipples."
Joey hesitated, as if unsure what he heard was real. His hand came up slowly ... brushed lightly, uncertainly, across one taut pink nipple.
Alicia fondled the glans of his cock. "Play with them. Aren't they pretty? Don't you want to?"
"Jeez!" Joey fell into her arms.
Alicia felt the boy's hungry lips devour one nipple. She shuddered. She whacked him off slowly, cautiously ... not wanting him to shoot off before she got the magnificent hard thing inside her. She pressed his face close to her breast. She listened to him suck. He was no longer her son, her little boy, but a man; a young, vigorous stud, with a cock bloated and anxious to be sheathed.
"Can ... can I feel you there, too?" whispered Joey, hand creeping tentatively up the inside of one thigh. "On ... on your pussy?"
In reply, Alicia shifted and raised one leg onto the bed. The tight pants pinched her cunt. She-wasn't wearing panties. And when his hand cupped at her crotch-searching, still gently uncertain-she pressed the hot mound of her pulsing sex into his palm. She felt his fingers trace the wedge of her twat, find the slit. One finger pushed in.
She sighed and listened to the Pacific slapping against the hull of the yacht. Joey's loud sucking noises all but drowned the sound. His hand played at her crotch. He inched closer ... humping his dick in and out of her hand ... the glans butting her thigh. The uncertainty was gone. Now he kneaded her pussy eagerly and his meat throbbed and expanded in her hand as he hunted for the zipper holding the pants. "Not in back," she told him. "At my hip. Here!" She guided his hand.
"Can ... can I t-take 'em off?"
"Hurry!"
Joey's fingers worked the zipper. The pants opened. He undid the tiny clasps. His hand dove inside ... onto her hip and around to the halves of her ass.
Alicia shivered as she felt the boy's fingers slip down the crack of her ass and stop where her buttocks were flattened on the edge of the bed. She lifted one hip. The fingers stole deeper. One probed. "Ummmmmm!"
"Jesus, Ma," said Joey, working the pants low in front and wedging his hand in between the garment and her pussy. "I used to watch you at home, and think, 'Man! If she wasn't my mother!' I used to think about fucking you all the time. Man! I used to think, 'Wow! I bet she's got some good pussy!' And then, when me and Nancy began peeking through the keyhole, watching you and Pop screw, I used to get so fucking hot and think, 'Jesus! I wonder what she'd do if I asked 'er? Just come right out 'n' asked 'er!' But man! I never thought ... I mean, I never suspected you was thinking the same thing. Jesus!" His fingers crept through the thick blonde hair of her pussy, found the hot, open slit.
Alicia moaned. Her cunt opened and closed on his finger. "D-did you really fuck Nancy today?" she asked, experiencing a stab of jealousy, wanting him all to herself. She felt his finger slipping deep within her cunt. She fell back onto the pillows at the head of the bed. She closed her thighs tight on his eager hand.
"Nancy's okay," said Joey. He abandoned her ass, waited for her to lift up, and pushed the pants low on her creamy white thighs. "Damn!" he exclaimed at the sight of her hairy blonde pussy. "Nan's okay, but honest, Ma, hers is nothing like yours. I never seen a blonde one close up. Can ... can I kiss it?"
Alicia steered the boy's face over her belly and into her bush. "Oh, Joey that's nice," she breathed as his lips touched the hair. "Oh, love me," she cried as his tongue replaced the finger darting in and out of her hole. "Suck Mother's hot cunt. Suck it, dear. Eat me!"
Joey darted his tongue in and out of her open wet hole. While he licked, he pushed the pants down and off her trim legs. He coaxed her thighs wide and buried his face, his mouth, in her hairy blonde mother pussy.
Alicia jerked on his dick. She thrashed. Her mouth overflowed with saliva. "Turn around," she directed. She waited for the boy to obey. "Now kneel over my face. Put your dick in Mother's mouth."
"Holy shit!" Without hesitation, Joey straddled her face. His nuts dangled. His stiff cock pointed down ... a red-tipped arrow. The swollen glans brushed her lips. "Ma-maaaaaaaaaa," he sang, driving down.
"Don't stop sucking. Don't stop!" Alicia raised her knees. She waited for the wet feel of tongue. When it came, yanking her ass high off the sheets, she gripped the boy's hips and took the knob of his cock into her face.
Joey gasped and pressed down. His hips jerked frantically ... forcing the length of his dick into her face, With his fingers, he spread the lips of her cunt. He nibbled her clit. His tongue licked down to her asshole. "Man, you smell good," he mumbled, washing the crack, her anus, and licking back to her gaped open cunthole. "Better 'n anything. Man, Ma!"
Alicia felt his nose at her vulva, felt his mouth open over her wet gash. She sucked his prick deep ... until the fat head rammed her tonsils, and his balls, cock hair, lay flush with her face. She moved her hands over his muscle-tight buttocks. Her finger hesitated at his anus. She had never before fingered a man. But there were so many things she'd never done, so many things she wanted to do, but never had courage enough to pursue. Now she twisted her finger deep in the tiny brown slit ... high ... high up the boy's rectum.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Joey mashed his coarse cock hair into her face. His dick, deep in the hot well of her mouth, began to spit. "Suck it, Ma. Jesus fuckin' Mary-suck it all!"
As the cum shot into her mouth, filling her throat, her gullet, Alicia closed her legs on the boy's head. She wrapped her trembling thighs tight around his neck. She held him trapped. She drank the goo from his cock and pistoned her hips off the bed, and thought, How insane! How deliriously, incredibly, unbelievably unlike her!
On deck, in the Observation Lounge, Dave watched the last couple leave. He glanced at the luminous dial of his watch. Two a.m. He looked at Nancy. She was curled in the deck chair beside him. Alicia would be wondering about them, he knew. He touched the girl's small hand. "We'd better turn in," he said, not wanting to, wanting, instead, to find a darker, deserted place, and....
"It's so pretty out tonight," said Nancy, interrupting his thoughts. "Look how many stars."
Dave looked out over the stern. The sky was, indeed, alive. Tiny flecks of fire, like bright sparklers on the 4th of July, blazed above the black ocean and The Princessa's foamy wake. He looked back to Nancy. Her trim little legs were translucent in the soft glow of moonlight.
Impishly Nancy grinned. She came fluidly out of the lounge chair and, before he knew what she was up to, parked her saucy bottom in his lap. The mini rode up. She threw her arms around her neck and buried her face at his shoulder. "Let's not go in yet," she whispered.
Dave gripped her waist. She was so tiny he could almost encircle her middle. "You'll give me a hard-on," he said, feeling the warmth of her little-girl ass through the panties in his lap. "Then what? Huh?" He tickled her ribs ... making her squirm ... making her grind her butt into him. "You're a minx," he added, kissing her neck, smelling the clean freshness of her. "But there's a time and a place for everything, and out here, where anyone could sneak up and catch us, isn't the time or the place for what you've got in mind."
Nancy grinned into his eyes, "You're cute!"
"Yeah!"
"Honest! The cutest Daddy I ever had."
"Had is the word! And you're gonna be had again if you don't stop wiggling your ass. I can feel you right through the goddam panties."
"Guess what I feel?" countered Nancy, wiggling.
Dave held her hips still. But that made it worse. Now her little round ass was pressed tight to the thing beginning to grow in his pants-leg. He glanced down. The hem of the mini was high on her hips. He could see her panties, see several tiny brown coils at the leg band.
"No fair looking," chided Nancy.
"Your own fault. You make me wanna-" he drove his hand roughly into her crotch--"do this!"
"Oh! Ummm!" Nancy chewed her plump lower lip. She opened her thighs some. "If I take off my panties," she suggested, "and you take out your ... your big thing! Well, we could do it like this, sitting down, and nobody'd know."
Dave bit her neck. He wanted to fuck her, Lord knew. He couldn't get enough of her. Every time he looked at. her now, he imagined her hot little asshole opening ... taking his cock. And there was another hot hairy hole waiting to be tried. And her mouth. "Too dangerous to do anything here," he told her. "Besides ... you're still cherry and you'd yell bloody murder if I stuck your cunt."
Nancy opened wider. She pressed his hand into her tight little pussy. "I'm not anymore. Cherry, I mean. Some ... somebody took it today."
Dave frowned. "Who?"
"Joey!"
"Joey?" Surprised, and just a little bit angry, Dave fingered her cunt through the panties and watched her nod. Her crotch was damp. He thought he could smell her. "Joey's your brother. You shouldn't be fucking your own bro...." Realizing how inane the comment sounded, Dave stopped himself. There he was, he thought ... finger pressing into Nan's tight pussy, dick growing hard, and feeling indignation about Joey. Why was it fucking was dirty only when someone else did it, he wondered. "What'd you see?" he added.
"Mr. Sawyer and the twins," said Nancy conspiratorially. "We went with them on a tour of some ruins. And when the rest of the group wandered off with the guide, leaving them alone, fat little Mr. Sawyer put his face, his mouth-well, what he did was eat 'em!" She blushed bright red.
Dave could imagine the twin pussies in Sam Sawyer's fat face. Was there a difference, he wondered. Were they identical twins even down to their clits? He worked his fingers beneath the leg band of Nancy's cotton panties. Were the twins as good a lay as their mother, he speculated, driving his middle finger deep into Nancy's tight little cunt. Were they juicy? Like the hot hairy grotto wiggling in his lap? He smelled Nancy's hair, kissed her neck, and pressed his hardness into the crack of her ass.
"Wait a minute, Daddy." Nancy pushed his hand away and jumped from his lap. She looked hastily about the Observation Lounge. Apparently satisfied no one was watching, she lifted the hem of the mini, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and shimmied them down.
Dave watched her bend, ass to him. His cock shot up like the bolt action on a repeater rifle. What they were about to do was crazy, he knew. But sticking her in the first place was even crazier, he reminded himself. Everything about the trip was crazy: crazy and wild and wonderful! He watched Nan step out of her white cotton, little-girl panties, reach for her purse, and stuff the discarded undergarment out of sight. With nervous fingers, he unzipped his fly. His rigid cock sprang out into the starlit night.
The impish grin back on her face, Nancy returned to his lap. She wiggled and trapped his prick between her soft upper thighs. "It's so hard," she breathed, arms around his neck, kissing all over the stubble on his face. "Joey's is big, but yours ... I Oh, Daddy, I love you so."
Hungrily, Dave kissed her moist, pink lips, and felt the hot lips of her cunt on the shaft of his cock. He cupped one hand on her ass. She was velvet down there. Hot satin. Silk. He took hold of his prick and set the fat pulsing head in the lips of her pussy. The tip disappeared.
"Oh! Oh, do it, Daddy," sobbed Nancy into his ear then tonguing round to his mouth.
Breathing her sweet breath, Dave slid his fingers down the crack in her little, round bottom, lifted her a few inches, and pressed. His dick slipped farther up her tight sheath. Jesus Christ! he thought. Her cunt was as hot, as tight, as new as her asshole! He tore his lips from her mouth. "Turn around," he directed. "Sit with your back to me. It'll go in easier that way."
Nancy emitted a soft, high-pitched, kittenish cry. She spun like a top in his lap. Throwing her legs astraddle his thighs, she opened wide. She gripped the arms of the deck chair. "Now do it," she moaned. "Do it, Daddy. Fuck it into me."
Cupping his hands at the top of her thighs, fingers splayed close to her hole, Dave pressed his dick in. Her cunt opened like a tiny pink sunflower. In, in his dick went. He applied pressure to her thighs, opening her hole even wider. He pressed, without driving, savoring the delicious feel of her vagina opening slowly for the glans of his prick.
"Is there still more?"
"Just a few inches, baby. Too much for you?"
"Nooo! Put ... put it all in me. Oh, Daddy, ohhh! It's so good. So ... um! So long and hard."
Dave rested a moment, letting his joint expand and contract, juicing up her channel. He cupped her hot hairy wedge. With his meat inside her cunt, he fingered her clit. The little round head stood tall.
"Can't you pump?" asked Nancy.
"Got a date somewhere?"
"Uhhuh."
"With Joey?"
"Uh-uh! With cream. Yours!"
Dave groaned and pulled back and lunged his cock hard into her. The last inch disappeared. He moved his hips ... grinding his nuts, cock hair, into the crack of her ass.
"Oh ... !" complained Nancy. "I wish we could lay down 'n' do it."
Dave looked speculatively about the deserted deck. He, too, wished they could lie down. He wished he could take her to bed, fuck all night, then sleep and awake and start over again. He eyed the cushioned bench along the rail. It was plush enough, he decided, considering it as a possible bed. But there was too much chance of discovery. What they were doing was dangerous enough. He rubbed her hair brown wedge. Her cunt was dripping. The fly of his pants would be discolored, he knew. He worked his hips in a circle, cock bending with each jab, and rubbed and fucked jerkily.
Nancy went rigid. "Oh! Oh, Daddy I ... I ... I ... OWWWWWWWW! I ... I'm commiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig!"
Dave felt the tight walls of her cunt begin to contract. Her ass jumped in his lap. She craned her neck ... trying to kiss him, as she'd done when he first shot off in her rectum. But it was no good. She was sitting too far forward; he sitting too far back, dick bent like a pretzel. His gaze settled on the lighted sign at the far end of the deck. "I'm gonna pull out, honey," he told her.
"Nooo! Not until ... OH! OH, DADDY!"
Dave held his dick planted; fucked it in circles into her until the tremors of orgasm passed through her straining young body. God! she was good, he thought, feeling her hot juices spew out and over his hand and the front of his pants. He didn't want to stop. He, too, was nearing orgasm. But he wanted to fuck her in long, leisurely strokes, and couldn't do so in the cramped chair.
Nancy gulped when he slipped his wet meat from her pussy. Belligerently she said, "Darn! You didn't even come!"
"See that?" Dave pointed to the lighted sigh: LADIES ROOM. "They have little booths in there," he explained. "I know because your mother had to borrow a dime from me. Ten cents to piss! But you put the dime in a slot, and presto I Instant privacy!"
Nancy giggled, hugged his neck with one arm, kissed him, and fiddled his slippery dick back inside the pants. "Sometimes you're kooky cool," she chirped. She hopped from his lap, extended a tiny hand. "Well? Are you gonna gimme a dime's worth or not?"
Like the Observation Lounge, the tile bathroom was deserted. They chose a booth at the rear. Dave inserted a dime in the vault-like contraption on the metal door, worked the lever. They entered, closed the door. The lock clicked. The sound made Dave bold. Gathering Nancy into his arms, he lifted the hem of the mini and felt all over the soft, round, tantalizing halves of her ass. His stiffness hadn't diminished. And now he was anxious to get it back in the hot hairy hole between Nan's lovely young thighs. "Take off your dress," he told her. "Everything. I want you naked."
"You too, Daddy."
Dave eyed her. What the hell! he decided. Quickly he came out of his shirt, hung it from the clothes hook on the stall door, and unbuckled his pants. He watched Nancy reach up and behind and undo the zipper holding the dress. She shrugged her small shoulders. The dress fell to her waist. Their gazes met, locked. She blushed as she pushed the dress down. It dropped to the floor. Now she stood clad only in bra and low-heel shoes. She stepped out of the dress, bent, retrieved the garment and handed it to him to be hung on the door.
Shedding his shorts, Dave gathered the girl into his arms once more. He reached for the snaps holding the bra. Her lush little titties bounced free. He let the bra fall. He bent, put his lips to one hard, bright pink peak. "Hold my joint," he told her. "Play with it for a while, Nan. Sweet little Nan. Get it good and worked up before I slip it back into you."
Nancy did as he asked. Her tiny fingers, too small to encompass the thing, closed on his cock. Slowly she jerked him off. "Bite them, Daddy," she whispered, thrusting her perfect little white breasts at his face. "Suck my nipples. Ow!"
Dave drew one taut nipple into his mouth, heard her sigh. His hand slid over her hip, to her ass. He kneaded one velvety cheek. He played in the crack and under ... between the back of her thighs ... in the hair at her asshole, and the silky stuff around the pouting lips of her cunt. But his neck was growing stiff from the awkward bent position. And the tiny hand on his prick was beginning to jerk too swiftly, too persistently. He had to have her. Now! Had to feel his dick slipping into the warmth of her pussy once more ... before it exploded all over the walls of the stall that smelled of disinfectant and piss. But how?
Dave eyed the porcelain stool. Abruptly he sat on the cool edge and pulled Nancy onto his lap sideways. "This time you sit the other way," he directed. "Facing me. So I can get every inch of this-" he took hold of his long, bloated cock"up your belly."
Hurriedly Nancy straddled him. "Let meee," she said, slapping his hand away and wrapping both little-girl fists around his throbbing weapon.
Holding her ass, Dave watched her set the fat pulsing head of his dick at the hot hairy hole between her wide-spread thighs. He watched the hole open to take him in. He felt the baby doll softness of her lower cunt. Then he stopped thinking and feeling, gripped her ass, and thrusted the length of his manhood up ... up ... all the way up, in one, unbroken drive.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy daddy!" Nancy fell forward, small head on his shoulder. She cooed. She whispered incoherent words. Her little hands became claws and raked through the thick mat of hair on his chest. And her cunt, her tight, adorable sheath, did a fantastic dance on the stiff meat buried to the roots in her brown wedge.
Dave tried to prolong it, but couldn't. No sooner his cock withdrew and pistoned back, the gism gasket at the base of his sex blew. A hot wad shot forward and out, making him gasp and grip her ass cruelly and pound his meat into her sloppy wet cunt with every ounce of strength in his body.
Nancy didn't have to tell him to stop. Dave had no intention of stopping. He let his prick soak in her warmth. He sucked her pink nipples. He played in her bush, explored every inch of her soft, resilient young body. He thought about Alicia, Joey. He wondered what Alicia would do if she happened into the bathroom, put a dime in the slot, opened the door and discovered them there on the stool. What would her reaction be? And what would happen, say, if Joey happened in, too? Fucking his meat in and out of Nancy, he envisioned the scene; Alicia gasping, indignant at first, and then Joey, at her side, panting because he knew how good Nan was. And then what? Perhaps tears? Accusations? A slow coming around? Perhaps he'd have to start it for Alicia ... place Joey's hand on her wide ass, say ... maybe finger-fuck Alicia until her cunt was as wet, as anxious, as fiery as the love hole in his lap! And then? He fucked his long dick in and out of Nancy's tight pussy-tight even now that she was sopping wet with her own juices and cum-and speculated. He twisted his finger high into his daughter's nipping, little-girl asshole, kissed her lips, sucked her nipples, and tried to imagine what it would be like with all of them-him and Nan, Alicia and Joey-in the same room, the same bed, naked. He drove his dick up the girl's little round belly, pulled back, drove. He fucked her and wondered ... stroking in long, leisurely strokes, unhurried, content to spend the rest of the night fucking his second load into her.
"S-someone's coming," squeaked Nancy.
Snapped back from his reverie, Dave listened to the click of high heels on the tile floor. The clicking stopped at the booth next door. He heard the dime lock being worked. "Jesus Christ!" he whispered. Hastily he pushed Nan from his lap and raised his feet onto the bowl so the woman in the next stall wouldn't see and wonder about a man's shoes in the Ladies Room. He squatted far back on the stool and, motioning frantically, directed Nancy to sit. Together they watched a pair of black panties drop around the trim ankles in the next stall.
Dave heard the hissing sound of a woman pissing. He groanedmentally. He held Nancy's shoulders. Her long, silky hair brushed the knob of his cock. He stifled a grunt. Nancy glanced back at him ... moist swollen lips, pink mouth, mere inches from the tip of his rod. She was frightened, he knew. He listened to the woman pissing, eyed and slender ankles in the space below and between the stalls, and pressed his dick close to Nan's face. He felt her hot breath on his cock. He gasped.
"Is there someone there?" came a sultry voice from the next stall.
Nancy looked back up at him, with wide, searching eyes. He nodded. "Y-yes!" replied the girl in a small voice ... lips still close to his cock.
"Well, it's about time, too! I was beginning to think I was the only survivor on this derelict. It happens every trip though. I should be used to it by now. A day in port wipes out the passengers every time. And those it doesn't wipe out ... well, they pair off to do what comes naturally," The woman continued to piss. The tinkle echoed hollowly throughout the tile bathroom. "Are you still there?" she added.
Dave flushed the toilet. Frantically he nodded to Nancy. "Uhhuh," she answered the woman. "D-do you t-take the t-trip often?"
"Whenever I get bored and run out of men," confided the woman, tinkling still. But now the tinkles came in spurts and were interspersed with loud plops-as if, thought Dave, she was shitting. He supposed she was. Because no one could piss for that long a time, he assured himself. His balls ached. His prick throbbed and jerked. He wanted-God! How he wanted!-to ram the stiff thing into Nancy's sweet face.
"Are you on the trip alone?" asked the woman after a brief pause.
Startled, Nancy jerked her head ... lips brushing accidentally across the knob of his cock. "N-no," she replied. "I ... I'm with my mother and f-father."
"My goodness! How old are you?" said the woman as Dave-unable to control his enraged cock a moment longer-gripped Nancy's head in one hand, meat in the other, and shoved the fat pulsing glans between the girl's glistening lips.
"Thirteen!" gulped Nancy, opening for the nozzle head of his meat ... taking it into her face ... her expression fluctuating between lust and fear.
"You shouldn't be wandering around this time of night," said the woman in a concerned voice. "The men on these cruises are out for one thing, dear. A lamb like you ... well, you're a special prize! I guess you know about sex?"
"UMMM!" breathed Nancy.
"Well, then you should know how men are. Especially on these trips. You should stay close to your parents, dear. Take it from someone who knows." The woman tinkled and plopped, then fell silent, as if thinking.
It was awkward in the cramped, squatting position, but holding her head firmly in one hand, Dave managed to get most of his hardness into the girl's lovely face. Nancy turned half around. Wrapping one trembling hand around the thick base, she drew on the knob. Her eyes grew round. She looked up as she sucked ... glancing now and then at the ankles in the next stall. She drew deeply-enjoying herself, thought Dave, in spite of her fear. He, too, looked at the woman's ankles. What would she do, he wondered, if she happened to bend and look under the stall? He guided Nan's head back and forth on his stiff cock, commanded his own mouth to be still, to remain silent despite the exquisite sensations tingling through his cubes, up his spine. He made Nan suck gently, slowly. He wanted to pound it into her face, into her throat where the knob of an Adam's apple moved up and down her slim neck each time the knob of his cock pressed in. But he held himself back. Cramps shot through his legs. His left foot fell asleep. Still he waited for the woman to finish and leave.
Finally, after what seemed like half the night, the toilet in the next stall flushed. Slender fingers-nice hands! thought Dave-reached for the frilly black panties. The nylon slithered up what appeared to be good, well-rounded legs. The high heels rocked as the woman adjusted the undergarment. Another moment passed. Then the ten-cent-a-shit-door opened and the woman stepped out. But instead of leaving the bathroom, she paused. Yet another agonizing moment passed. Then she tapped on the stall door.
Nancy jumped straight up on the bowl. She blinked and gurgled something which sounded like, "Wha ... ?"
"Would you like me to wait and walk you to your cabin?" asked the woman. "It wouldn't be any trouble, dear."
"G-NOOO!" cried Nancy, hot little mouth refusing to relinquish its treasure. She stared at the stall door with flashing brown eyes which seemed to be saying, go fuck somebody!
The woman sniffled, cleared her throat, and said, "All right, dear. But I'll be below on the Belvedere Deck at the gangway, in case you change your mind. It's not safe for a girl your age to be wandering around without your father or someone to shoo the wolves away." The heels clicked from the bathroom. With a rush of fresh sea air, the outside door swished open and closed.
Dave laughed. It began softly enough. But as the relief welled up in his lungs, the laughter poured out in gales. He tried to stifle it. His legs ached from squatting, his foot was still asleep, and the meat in Nan's face was harder than ever before. But he laughed. He laughed and straddled the bowl, standing. He watched Nan grin on his cock. He watched her turn, throw one leg over the bowl, and straddle it the opposite way. He watched her small hands come up to his balls. He felt her cup him and draw the full length of his stiffness into the depths of her face. Then he stopped laughing. He closed his eyes and gasped, took hold of her head once more, pulled back, and began pistoning his hard, long pulsing prick into the wet tightness, the pink velvet softness, the sucking, tonguing, little-girl warmth of her mouth. "Suck it, Nan," he groaned. "Nan baby. Sweetheart. Suck Daddy's cock."
"Ummm!" breathed Nancy, her fluttering breath sending new sensations through the bloated thing in her mouth. She held his wrinkled nuts, played in his coarse pubic hair, and sucked noisily. She gulped each time the fat glans drove back to her throat. Her lips grew swollen and red. And her cunt, her hot little pussy, spread open at the edge of the bowl, dripped juice over the porcelain while she labored-a labor of love-to bring him to orgasm.
Dave held her head and rolled his hips into her face. He opened his eyes to watch the slippery meat cylinder glide in and out. It fit perfectly. Nan's tiny, O-shaped mouth was open to capacity. Made for cock-sucking, he thought. He had a daughter with a mouth made for sucking, eating dick, his dick! He watched her take each stroke like a pro. He remembered the first time with Alicia ... before they were married ... the time he had to force her to take his hard-on into her mouth. He recalled how she gagged and pleaded with him to stop. Not so with Nancy. Not a peep! He remembered that it had taken half a dozen blowjobs before Alicia began to enjoy it. He watched his daughter and felt suddenly, violently jealous. Because he knew she'd eventually find a guy of her own. He imagined the guy doing what he now was doing. And fucking-her! Sticking a dick in the pussy he had so recently shot off in. But that was later, he reminded himself. This was now! Now she was his! It was his cock in her lovely, young face, driving, withdrawing, nearing its blast.
Moaning, spittle dripping down her chin, Nancy dropped one tiny hand to her gaped open pussy. Two fingers disappeared into the bright pink gash. "Eeeum!" she squealed on the tip of his cock.
Dave shuddered. He held her head tighter, pistoned harder, reached for a tit. Taking the rock-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger, he twisted and squeezed. He shoved his dick into her face, in long, even strokes, and alternated from nipple to nipple. "Honey! Suck it," he groaned. "Your mouth ... ahhh! So hot. Wet! AH! AHHH! Eat it, doll baby. Eat Daddy's ... oh Jesus! Oh, Christ Jesus, I'm coming. Suck it, Nan. Work your tongue. Yeah! YEAH!"
Sucking his dick in to the roots, Nancy held. Her Adam's apple jerked spastically. She gurgled. Her cheeks caved inward. She sucked and sucked, held his balls, and worked two stiff fingers, wedged together, in and out of her pussy.
"AHJESUSAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dave thought his legs were going to give when the semen spewed from the head of his cock. It felt as if the girl was trying to suck his intestines out. He held his meat buried, shooting. The stall became a kaleidoscope. The stars from above fell, burned white-hot through the deck, and burst into Technicolor on the tile floor. He gasped and trembled and groaned and emptied his nuts.
When it was over, when the last drop was gone, Nancy spit his wet dick from her face. She licked the entire cylinder clean. "Oh, Daddy. That was yummy," she said, smiling. "I love the taste. But-" she glanced shylydown, to her pussy-"I'm still icky."
"You're a wanton sex maniac," breathed Dave laboriously.
"Is that bad?" Nancy chewed her lip cutely.
"The sweetest little sex maniac I ever knew." Dave laughed. He watched her smile radiantly and blush. She was an enigma: a little girl who blushed and used little-girl words, and a woman who fucked and sucked as good as, if not better than, any woman he'd bedded. He made her stand, restraddled the bowl, and once again pulled her down to his lap. "Let's finish what we started," he told her. "Where you're icky!"
"Do you really like me, Daddy?"
"What a question." Dave pinched her buttock.
"Ouch! That hurt!" She hugged his neck, shimmied up on his thighs, little legs wide, wet pussy close to the nonetheless rigid weapon in his lap. "Is it okay if I love you?" she whispered, nibbling his ear. "I mean ... for always?"
"How about starting now? Put it in for me. Like you did before. And if your lady friend comes back ... well, we'll just have to invite her in for a lay."
Eagerly Nancy took hold of his cock. "I think you've got the nicest thing in the world," she said, setting the glans in place and inching her cunt up and onto it. "It never goes down ... ummm! Just up! Stick it all the way up, Daddy. Stick ... ow! Stick ... eeeeeeee! Stick all of it in meee!"
Dave obliged. Her cunt was good and wet. His rod slipped in without effort. And as soon as it was in, Nancy began to gyrate her ass in a slow, steady, tantalizing fuck motion.
"Jesus! I gotta figure a way to convince your mother," Dave murmured, stink-finger hunting through down, to her tight asshole.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, baby. Just do like you're doing and let Daddy worry about the rest." He dug high in her asshole ... making her gasp and move faster. He began fucking his cock in and out ... feeling the cold, hard porcelain beneath his thighs, the warm, tender flesh above. There had to be a way to convince Alicia fucking the kids was okay, he reasoned.
"Fuck it out, Daddy. Fuck it! Fuck it!" demanded Nancy.
Dave fucked. He fucked and watched his rod slip in and out of his lovely young daughter. He fucked and thought about Alicia and Joey. He fucked and decided that although he didn't know how to go about it, he was going to convince Alicia-he knew it wouldn't take much to convince Joey-and get the four of them in bed, together, before the yacht returned them to Los Angeles.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The entire crew, it seemed, the captain, and all of the passengers, were on deck to greet cosmopolitan, quaint, bustling, sleepy, alive with sounds and whispering palms Acapulco. Across the bay from the dock, the Princess Italia-one of the best dining rooms in the world, the travel brochures said-promised a night of glittering lights and exotic food. A large poster outside advertised THE FAMED AZTEC INDIAN HEADDRESS DANCERS. Another billboard, off the dock, big enough to be seen from the middle of the bay, advertised the famous FLYING INDIANS: said to whirl around a 100-foot pole by ropes on their feet. The ancient city seemed to offer everything Alicia had anticipated. And now, as she stood at the rail, Joey's hand in hers, Dave and Nancy beside them, she experienced the same thrill, the same fantasy feeling she'd felt when first stepping aboard The Princessa's Pacific Deck.
"Oh, Daddy. Can we go see them?" Nancy, face scrubbed and aglow, pointed to the tour bus below them on the dock. The sign atop the bus read: SEE THE LA QUEBRADA CLIFF DIVERS DEFY GRANITE AND DEATH. "Pleeze!" added Nancy.
"I guess," said Alicia in answer to Dave's raised-eyebrow look. "Joey?"
"Man!" Joey squeezed her hand.
"Unanimous then." Alicia watched Nancy grin radiantly. She watched Dave, too. He'd been acting queer, saying all sorts of odd things about sex and love, since he and Nancy-disheveled and looking like they'd been caught in a tropical storm-wandered in after four in the morning. Now he seemed to have eyes only for Nancy. Could it be, she wondered, recalling the first day of the cruise ... the day she walked into the cabin and found them in each other's arms. It seemed incredible! Yet now, when she considered it, she and Joey seemed incredible, too!
Impatiently Joey tugged at her hand. "You know what I wanna do most?" he said out of earshot of Dave and his sister. "We could go swimming, maybe. And then after, with you in a bathing suit and all, in the water...."
"Don't be fresh," chided Alicia, amused by the boy's enthusiasm. She winked and clutched his hand to her thigh. They'd fucked for hours the night before, before Dave and Nancy returned. Yet now, with him close to her, it was as if she'd been locked away in a convent-without a man for years. "We have two days ashore," she added softly. "And two nights. We're gonna find a quaint native place and go Bohemian!"
Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, still wondering about Dave and Nancy but not really caring-wanting everyone to be as happy, as carefree as she was-Alicia moved to the gangplank. Clutching Joey's hand, she followed Dave and Nancy ashore and took note, for the first time, of the delightful swish of Nan's little hips, the girl's flowering breasts, and the provocative swell of her belly. Her own belly tingled. Her second child, she suddenly realized, was no longer a baby, either.
The tour bus took them to a place facing Quebrada Cliff, where they watched sinewy Mexican lads dive into a seemingly impossibly narrow and shallow inlet. Alicia wanted to yell something appropriate as they rescaled the granite to repeat the marvelous feat, but her Spanish was too poor, too sketchy, so she merely clapped along with Dave and the kids and the other members of the tour. They reboarded the bus and coasted down narrow dirt roads while listening to the driver expound on the history of Acapulco. The port, he said, was founded in 1550. And it was from there, one of the best natural ports in the world, that Cortez shipped supplies to Pizarro to help in his conquest of Peru. They saw ruins and shacks. The latter, although for the most part dilapidated, held a peaceful magic. They returned to the city proper feeling refreshed, educated, and more daring.
"The driver gave me this name," said Dave, producing a piece of folded paper as they finished their late-afternoon meal in an open-air cafe. "Says the guy's a cousin or something, and can get us a place out of town for next to nothing."
Alicia took the paper and read, Pedro Gomez. She laughed. No one was really named Pedro Gomez ... were they, she wondered. But she was entranced with the thought of spending two days in one of the shacks they'd seen along the white beaches and palms below Quebrada.
"Should I call 'im?" asked Dave.
Alicia felt warm. It was the first in a long time that he had asked her something so basically simple, something he already knew the answer to, but asked merely to have her share in the decision. "Call Pedro Gomez," she said. "Tell him we saw all his movies and want a beach house."
"It'll probably be only one big room," said Dave, glancing from her to Nancy to Joey, back.
"So?" Alicia covered his hand. With her free hand, she covered Joey's. "We're only one little family," she said gaily, and returned Nancy's quizzical grin. "I'm sure we'll find some way to squeeze us all together in one big room."
"Yeah man!" agreed Joey.
Dave coughed.
Nancy giggled.
The house consisted of two rooms: the living quarters and what appeared to have once been used as a livestock shed. The big front room was furnished with a huge feather bed, an army surplus cot, and a homemade table and chairs. Roughly hewn cabinets and a cracked mirror over a sink-with a hand-pump for water-adorned the palm leaf walls. An oil lamp hung from the ceiling. Another, smaller, soot-blackened lamp sat on the table. The floor was foot-packed sandy earth. It was indeed rustic, con-eluded Alicia. She and Nancy set about putting the place in order.
by evening, the sun sinking in a blaze of orange and red and pink-purple fire, the big front room was livable, and Dave and Joey were lighting a fire in the cooking pit at the edge of the white beach in front of what Nancy had begun calling their "commune."
"You look like a Latin belly dancer," said Dave, admiring the multi-colored sarong-like thing Nancy had purchased earlier in town.
"She looked ... I don't know! Older!" observed Alicia.
They grinned foolishly at one another until Joey brought the steaks. Then they sat on the ground around the charcoal pit and savored the mouth-watering aroma of the seared meat ... Alicia thinking about another kind of hot meat, but nonetheless famished. Somehow she knew, could tell by Dave's actions, by Nancy's shy glances and Joey's bold stares, that something unique was going to happen at bedtime.
After the meal, they swam in the warm, moonlit water. Far out in the bay, lights blinked ... ships, Alicia supposed. She watched Dave and Nancy romp close to shore. The thin material of the colorful sarong-like thing clung to the girl, emphasizing her small breasts, the nipples prominent, hugging her buttocks and belly and thighs. She wore nothing beneath, it was obvious. Alicia watched until she felt a hand creep up the inside of her own thigh, and glanced down and saw Joey's head break through the foam. "Your father can see us," she scolded.
Joey's fingers brushed her crotch. He stood in the waist-deep water. He pressed his wet lips gently to hers. "They're busy," he said.
Alicia glanced sharply back to where Dave and Nancy had been splashing. But they were no longer there. Now they walked together, arm in arm, far down the beach. She watched them follow the waterline to where the beach curved and tall palms, close to the luminous sea, hid them from view.
"Let's fuck some," suggested Joey.
"N-not in the water." Alicia smacked his hands away from her breasts. It was true! she told herself: Dave and Nancy could be wandering off for only one reason. They were going somewhere to be alone, to fuck!
"It's good in the water," persisted Joey, digging his fingers hard into her crotch.
Alicia gasped. She felt his hand on her hot cunt ... digging in ... forcing the bikini bottom far up her hole. Why not! she decided. She reached for his swimsuit, closed her fingers on the limp hose beneath the waterline. "How in the world can we do it in the water?" she whispered.
"Lotssa ways." Joey worked the leg band of the bikini bottom aside and twisted one finger into the lips of her cunt. His free hand dropped to her ass, squeezed and fondled.
"Oh, dear." Alicia hugged the boy to her. They stood almost eye to eye; Joey a fraction of an inch taller. She looked into his passion-hungry face, moved her hand on his meat and opened her legs for his fingers. She felt her clitoris grow hard beneath the eager ministrations of his fingertips ... felt the thing in his swimsuit begin to expand. She held him and listened to his breathing and the faint woosh of the surf slapping the shore.
"Turn around," said Joey, "Lemme do it to you in back. Up your ass."
Alicia hesitated a moment ... remembering Steve and the other man, whose name she couldn't recall. Both men had reamed out her rectum the day she accompanied Manny to the small cabin in the bowels of The Princessa. There was something peculiarly significant about having had her bowels reamed out in the bowels of a ship, she mused. She could almost feel the two stiff cocks grinding into her. Abruptly she turned ... offering her plump, quivering backside to Joey.
"You got a nice ass," said Joey against her ear. "Nice 'n' soft 'n' round." His thumbs hooked in the tight waistband of the bikini. "Like a pillow with a nice split up the middle," he added hotly.
"D-did you fuck Nancy back there, too?"
"Naw! All we did was screw straight. But I'm gonna ream 'er yet! Man! She's a lot like you, Ma. I bet she could fuck all day. Like you. But I bet you could fuck for a week without stopping," he claimed proudly.
Alicia felt the bikini slip from her hips, down her thighs beneath the water. The salt stung her slightly raw cunt, made extra tender by many hard driving cocks. She stepped out of the swim-suit. "Don't lose it," she said, momentarily reverting to her role as a parent. "The tide'll wash it away. Better take yours off and toss them both on shore."
They waded in ... to where the water slapped lazily against their thighs, leaving their secret parts bare and cooled by the gentle night breeze. Joey flung the swimsuits-all but her bikini top-onto the wide, moonlit beach. He stepped up close behind her. "Better bend some at first," he croaked, pressing the fiery tip of his dick into the fuzz low between the halves of her ass. "Until I get it in. Up you. Man! All the fuckin' way up you!"
Heart thumping, legs atremble, Alicia bent forward, squatted and gripped her legs above the knee. What a picture they'd make, she thought. She envisioned the caption: BOY FUCKING IT INTO HIS MOTHER'S HOT ASSHOLE AT ACAPULCO. She saw it as a billboard atop a tour bus ... like the block-letter advertisement for the daredevil La Quebrada cliff divers. She bent and opened her hole, felt the glans of his hot cock penetrate, and sighed and pressed back with her hips. "Owww," she moaned. She felt the head slip in past the tightness of her sphincters. "Owww!" She felt Joey's hands at her waist, pulling her back. She complied. She felt his stiff prick grind halfway in ... spreading her jiggling cheeks ... opening the tiny aperture as it pressed.
"Wiggle, Ma. Move your ass some."
"P-put the rest in."
"Not yet. Wiggle some first. I wanna watch. Man! I love to see your fat ass. I ... ah! I love watching my dick go in real slow. Oh, man! Man wiggle!"
Alicia did as he wished. Frantically she wiggled. She threw her hips from side to side, and moaned and panted for the rest of his stiffness. A low-flying gull glided by overhead. Its cry matched her own. She watched it sail, a gray aberration, through the blue-black night sky, and wiggled and fucked her ass back onto his meat.
"Now stand up straight," directed Joey in a voice heavy with passion. "Ma? Ma, baby? So I can feel your tits!"
"Fuck the rest into me first," insisted Alicia, hearing his voice through a red haze. "P-put it up, Joey. All the way up. I want ... oh God! To feel you ... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! All the way at the t-t-top of mmt ... UM! ASSHOLE!"
"Jeez!" Joey pulled back, and drove the length of his shit-smeared cock into her.
"OH YES I LOVE THAT I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU OH!" blubbered Alicia. She stood, threw her head back, and closed her slippery rectum tight on his joint. She felt him fumbling with the snaps holding the bikini top. She pulled her shoulders together. The top came loose. She watched it sail through the air-another aberration, a motherbird-and land on the beach. She felt the warm water licking her thighs, felt Joey's hands on the long pulsing meat trapped like a snake in the needle-eyehole low in the fuzz in her crack.
"Milicent Waters likes it this way, too," confided Joey.
"Mrs. ... ?" Alicia envisioned the tall, slender redhead. "You mean you and she ... ?"
"The first day." Joey pinched her rigid nipples. He dropped one hand to her bush, cupped. "She practically fucked me!" he continued, rubbing all over her blonde pussy. "She got me down to her cabin and sucked me off. Three times I came in her mouth. Then she made me lay flat and got over me, big red pussy all wet V hot, and made me hard again by rubbing my cock in her hair. We fucked some like that ... her on top until I shot off again. Then she asked if I liked doin' asshole. Assholes! Wow! She's got an ass bigger'n yours, Ma. Not as nice, but bigger. And I had never fucked my dick up an asshole before. So when I told her-said I'd never put my meat up a brown but sure wanted to-she got down on the floor on her knees and reached back and spread open her cheeks when I kneeled behind her. Man!" His fingers spread the lips of her cunt, bored in. With difficulty, because of the tightness, he withdrew his dick from the top of her rectum, grated back, withdrew, grated. "I shoved my cock in all the way," he went on. "All the fuckin' way up, Ma. Maaa! Ah! I stuck it in to the hilt, then she kneeled straight and made it tighter like you're doin' now. That fuckin' ass! Ma! MAAA! What a fuckin' ass you got. Move it, Ma. Ma, baby. Your hole's so good. Better 'n Millicent Waters. Better 'n anybody. Move it, Ma. Fuck it back and forth on my prick. Do it, Ma. Wiggle. Wiggle real fast."
Imagining Joey fucking his meat into redheaded Milicent Waters, Alicia worked her hips as she had never worked them before. "Oh, Joey. Joey, fuck me," she sobbed, seeing her son, in her mind's-eye, shafting it into another. Aside from when she was a girl, when she and her girl friends watched older couples fucking in the back seats of cars, and once when she doubled dated and she and the other girl got themselves laid in the same car, she'd never really seen anyone except herself being screwed. The prospect of watching Joey, her Joey, fuck his dick into someone else made her wild. She squeezed and squeezed the cock in her rectum, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and saw him driving in and out of another pussy. She felt his meat grating into her, searing her asshole, reaming it out, and thought how good it would be to watch him do it to, say, someone like Nancy.
"Oh, Ma, I'm coming," choked Joey.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Alicia fucked her hips faster. She craned her neck, kissed his lips. She listened to the cool water slapping the beach, listened to his belly slapping into her trembling buttocks, felt his hot, spurting semen, grimaced and moaned, experiencing orgasm ... and wondering what it would be like, at such a moment, to watch Nancy's face.
Nancy's face was flushed and contorted. She whimpered, as if hurt. She made soft mewing sounds in her throat, thrashed and strained, and waited for Daddy to put something longer and fatter and harder up her pussy. A finger was okay. But a finger couldn't spit cum, which she dearly desired, and with a finger she couldn't feel his muscular weight bearing down on her belly.
"Take this fuckin' thing off," growled Dave, having difficulty getting the sarong undone. The material was twisted high on her waist, exposing her thighs, her pussy, but no matter how thoroughly he searched, he couldn't seem to find what held the thing together over her breasts. "It's like trying to unskin a peach," he complained. "Fuckin' thing's got no buttons."
"Silly." Nancy jumped up. Reaching into the bosom of the sarong, she found and undid the hidden clasps. The garment fell. She raised her arms wide and sang, "Ta-dum ... !" Then she hopped out of reach of the hand making a grab for her ankle.
"Teaser! Get your ass back here!"
Nancy grinned and stuck out her tongue.
"Little bitch!" Dave leaped up from the sand. He chased the squealing girl down the beach, round palm trees, along the waterline, back. "Hope a goddam cannibal gets ya," he yelled as she flew into the brush, turned and again extended her tongue. He eyed her, laughed. He undid his pants, let them drop, stepped free of the garment. His cock stood straight out. "Look what you're missing," he told her.
Nancy rushed him. She hit him low, like a pro tackle for the Green Bay Packers. They fell-laughing and yelling and rolling over and over on the warm sand. "Are there really cannibals hereabouts?" she asked breathlessly, allowing herself to be pinned, spread-eagled.
"With big tongues." Dave displayed his big tongue. He held it out and licked across her pert tits.
Nancy sighed as the lively thing wetted her nipples. She squirmed ... moving her pussy into position to be screwed. She felt joyous, free, one with the night and the beach and the stars and the moon and Daddy. "What do cannibals like to eat best?" she cooed, trying to snap her cunt-hole over the jerking knob of his cock.
"Hot hair pie mostly." Dave licked down her round belly. "Young stuff. With lotssa soft pussy hair and a fat little ass that never sits still."
"My ass never sits still."
"I noticed."
"An" there's all kinds of hair on my pussy."
"Saw that, too."
"Then cannibal meee." Nancy thrusted her cunt up at him. She planted her heels in the soft sand, lifted her ass, and waited to feel the wet warmth of his tongue.
Dave licked down the crease where one creamy thigh met her crotch. "Smells good. Better than the steak we had for dinner."
"Ow!" Nancy bucked as his tongue licked down the pinched crack of her ass. "Not there, silly. The ... ohoh! Other hole! In front. Can't you find it?" She lifted higher still. She touched his head, weaved her fingers through the thick hair, and steered his hot breath to her vulva.
"This the one you mean?" Dave pressed his mouth to her pink cunthole, sucked.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW! That's ... um! So nice, Daddy."
Dave tongued her clit. The tiny hard-on reached for his lips like an educated worm attempting to entice a hungry barracuda. He licked and sucked her slit, returned to her asshole, covered the small slit and blew.
"OHOHOHOH!" Watching his head work between her spread thighs, Nancy tried to keep her hips from pounding her pelvic bone into his forehead. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't persuade her body to lie still. Each time he blew, sending hot wind up her belly, her bottom went crazy ... all by itself, it seemed.
"Anything else I can do for you?" asked Dave.
"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!"
"Like what?"
"Put your thing in me." Nancy steered his face up and over her breasts. She allowed him to roll her onto her side. She kissed him ... smelled her cunt, her asshole, on his lips. She liked the smell. She wondered if all cunts smelled as good, and if there was any fun in doing it with another girl. She'd heard stories about girls doing it together. And she'd read half a book once about lesbians. But she'd never before considered sex with anyone of the same gender. Now, with the fishy stink of her own cunt making her even hotter, she decided she might like to try.
Dave lifted her leg over his thigh. "Want it?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his hard dick in the open lips of her pussy.
"Oh ... I Don't tease anymore, Daddy. I'm so icky!" Nancy reached down between their bodies and gripped his stiff joint. "Put it in," she breathed, setting the glans firmly in her hot little love hole.
Dave lifted her leg higher on his thigh. He gripped one cheek of her ass. "Ready?"
"Oh ... I Can't you feel?" She gripped his ass. She tried to pull, but he was too heavy. "C'mon, Daddy," she yelped. She felt him push, felt the head rake her clit, and stop. "Darn you, Daddy!" She glared at him ... thinking she should have stayed in the bushes, and left him with a hard-on with nothing to put it in. "Stop being dumb," she hollered, angry because he was smiling. Her wet little cunt nipped and tried to draw him in. She eyed the palm tree above them. She was so hot she thought sure she could ram the whole tree up her pussy, and still want more. "Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Finally he stopped smiling and thrusted. She felt his dick sliding in, gyrated her hips and worked her belly until his hair met and tangled with hers. It was an awkward way to fuck though. There was no freedom to move, to screw fast and hard, the way she liked it. "It's no fun this way," she told him. "Get on top. Don't play hard-to-get with my ass anymore."
Nancy felt herself being rolled again. But instead of ending up on the bottom, as she expected, she was on top. She blinked, perplexed.
"Put your knees up," directed Dave.
She obeyed, bringing her knees up on either side of his waist. She raised up on her hands. Now she could see his big cock in her pussy. She lifted her ass. It slid out. She pressed down and watched the hard cylinder drive back. She lifted again and pressed down, lifted and pressed, lifted and pressed and watched the fat thing glide in and out of the hairy brown wedge between her young white thighs. "I like doing it this way," she breathed, looking down into Daddy's handsome face.
Dave tweaked her nipples. "Show me how much, baby."
"This much." Nancy lifted, until only the tip of his dick remained embedded, and feathered it with the cock-swollen lips of her vulva. She watched the veiny shaft throb. She looked from there to his face. He was squinching up. She loved to see him do that. Because when he did, when his handsome, undaddy-like face crinkled up like an old man's, she knew it was good for him, too. She worked her inner cunt muscles loose, pressed down. Again she watched his long gooey member disappear up her bush.
"Ah! You're some fucking kid," gasped Dave.
Nancy sniffled. She was learning to please him, she knew. That she liked, too. Because she was planning on fucking him forever and ever. She felt his teeth at her nipple, his hands all over her lower body. She herself up and down his hard, magnificent cock. Fucking was so good! she thought. Especially with Daddy. She didn't see why anyone would object to it. And she was sorry now that they'd waited so long, until the cruise was underway, to discover how lovely it was to fuck a daddy-dick into a daughter-pussy.
"For a minx who didn't know the first thing about it a few days ago, you sure fuck good." Dave dug his middle finger into the top of her slit. Both finger and dick began pistoning rapidly, the one raking her soldier, the other-the longer, the harder intruder-moving smoothly in and out of the hot grotto between her little-girl legs.
Nancy felt her belly turn over. "It ... it feels like you're all the way up," she gasped. "In my throat almost Hoi ... hold my bottom, Daddy. I love to feel your hands on me there. P-put a finger up there, too."
"Get your mouth down here and kiss me," rumbled Dave. "I ... ah! Ah, Nan! I love to feel you kiss me when I'm ... AH! When I'm coming!"
The thought of him coming, filling her hole with thick cream, tore a strangled cry from Nancy's throat. She pressed her lips to his. His whiskers bruised her cheek. But she didn't care about that. She didn't care about anything ... except maybe the wonderful feeling of his strong hands on her ass. She felt him dig in, fingers deep in the crack, opening her anus. She opened her mouth for his tongue, ground her asshole onto the finger sliding in, and mashed her pussy onto the hardness preparing to wash her vagina with Daddy Love Potion.
"Fuck faster," she mumbled into his mouth. "Make me come with you. Hurry, Daddy. Ow!"
Dave's hips shot high off the white sand. His stiff rod tore in and out of the girl's delectable pussy. His fingers probed her rear hole. His mouth sucked hers. He grunted and fucked his meat furiously into her hot and tight, wet and adorable, pink and brighter pink gash.
Unable to resist, Nancy pulled her mouth away, sat tall, and encircled his prick with thumb and forefinger on each hand. She rode him as a cowboy rides a bucking bronc. "Don't slow down, Daddy," she cried, splaying her fingers into his wiry cock hair, and pressing down each time his stiffness slammed into her. "Fuck it up me," she demanded in a high, almost Hysterical voice. "Harder, Daddy. Harder!"
"Christ, Nan. I can't fuck any harder than I am."
"Yes you can. YES!" Gripping the thick base of his meat, she bounced. She watched it bore into her. Her little cunt felt like a bottomless well. She wished Joey was there. Someone! Anyone with a cock to fill the void in back. She felt Daddy's finger reaming her back there and wished it was thicker, longer. She wished his prick was a palm tree. She wished....
"N-Nan! Hold tight, baby."
"OW! Umowww-WWWWWWWW!" She felt his big dick erupt at the top of her sheath. She bore down with her hands and her pussy ... shuddered and strained as the hot cum shot off and brought her over the hilltop. "Eeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhh," she screamed, knowing they were alone, but not really caring if anyone heard her or not. It was so beautiful! So good! She milked his cream with her cunt, sobbed and wailed. She trembled. She gasped. She looked up at the dark, cloudless sky, saw the stars, closed her eyes and saw brighter stars inside her head. His cock spit and spit. Each spurt sent another shockwave of bliss through her engorged hole. She sucked up his semen, inner cunt muscles working like sponges, like lapping tongues, and whimpered and rode him and begged him not to stop ever.
But it did stop at last, leaving her weak, warm and giddy, wanting to lie snugly in his strong arms, and wait for the now limp joystick to grow hard again. "Hold me, Daddy," she cooed. "Just let's lay here."
Dave took her into his arms. He pressed her small head to his chest. "As if I could do anything else right now," he gasped, sucking huge draughts of breath. "You could teach your mother a few things, Nan. Like how to fuck a man crazy. I don't know what you've got inside you down there-" gently he fingered her sopping wet love hole-"but whatever it is, it's twice as good as anything your old man's ever had." He kissed her forehead, her eyelids. He brushed sand from her hair. "And I think we're gonna start teaching your mother tonight," he added.
Nancy glanced up. "Huh?"
"Me, you, and Joey," said Dave thoughtfully. "There's only one bed in that room, Nan."
"Daddy!" She watched him leer down at her. Did he really intend to screw her in front of Mummy, she wondered. The mere thought made her fidgety. She didn't think Mother would ever consent to that!
"She'll go along," insisted Dave, as if having read her thoughts. "Where the fuck can she go? With the four of us in that bed ... well, you get Joey going, and I'll get her warm, and when we're all ready to fly, we'll jump her!"
"Daddy. Don't be silly."
"Silly? Silly? What's silly about fucking?"
Nancy thought for a moment. "Nothing!" she piped. "Let's get your thing hard and do some more before we go back."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Listen to this," said Dave, sitting on the edge of the bed and squinting to read from the travel brochure Pedro Gomez had given him. "Sunday ... arrive Mexico City, where tour guides will be waiting to take you and your luggage to the CONTINENTAL HILTON, where your suite has been reserved. Monday ... today you see the principle points of interest in the city, including the University, the Rivera Murals, Chapultepec Castle where Maxmillian reigned, luncheon at the Normandia, then the Cathedral and the National Palace and craft centers. Tuesday ... the ancient Pyramids of Teotihuacan. Christ! I never even knew they had pyramids anywhere except Egypt."
"Someone once theorized that the Egyptians came across at the Cape of Good Hope," interrupted Alicia, pulling the shorty nightgown on over her head. "They were supposed to have settled in South America, then come up to Mexico." She smoothed the night garment over her breasts, patted her hair. Cocking her head, she glanced at the door to the back room, where Nancy was changing while Joey changed outside. She studied Dave in the dim light from the oil lamp on the table. He was up to something, she knew. "How come you're reading all that travel stuff anyway?"
Dave shrugged. "Curious. Listen to this. After the Shrine of Guadalupe, the place where miracles are supposed to happen, arrive Wednesday at Toluca, and from there to the spa at BAL-NEARIO SAN JOSE PURUA. Then Morelia, Guanajuato, San Miguel, Ellende, Queretaro, and back to Mexico City before sightseeing at Taxco and Cuernavaca. Fifteen days. I'm tempted to extend our vacation and take the damn tour."
"The Princessa sails for Zihuatanejo and Mazatlan day after tomorrow," reminded Alicia.
"No problem there. Gomez said arrangements can be made. He said the passengers do it all the time ... extend their tours, I mean. Says they meet The Princessa, or another yacht from the same line, the next time she ties in here or at a more convenient port of call."
"What about your job?"
"If they can get along without me for two weeks, they can get along without me for a month. Besides ... I'm District Manager now."
Alicia thought about it. She, too, hated to have it end. She looked about the palmleaf beachhouse. The oil lamp danced strange shapes off the walls, the thatched ceiling. Again she studied Dave. He was watching her with an assured glint in his eye. She knew that look! He was scheming! And the bed! Where before it had been huge, more than big enough to accommodate four, it now appeared inordinately small: far too limited to hold the four of them without....
The outside door opened. Joey, barefoot and wearing pajama bottoms like his father, stepped quietly into the room. He closed the door and grinned. The fly of the pajamas bulged slightly. Lord! thought Alicia. The boy maintained a perpetual hard-on.
"I could send a telegram extending my leave of absence," said Dave. "The old man'll consent. And I could cash a check, make the arrangements, and see The Princessa's passenger registrar in the morning."
"I think we better think about it some more," replied Alicia hesitantly. She watched the door to the rear room open, and saw Nancy, wearing a darling pink shorty pajama outfit, enter the room. Was it all really happening, she wondered. Just six short days ago-or was it seven?-they were a middle-class America average family. And now?
Alicia looked from Nancy, to Joey, to Dave. "I think maybe we better get some sleep. Whatever we do, whether we stay or go, it's a long day tomorrow."
Nancy giggled. Without hesitation, she scrambled over the foot of the bed. She slipped beneath the covers. Her tiny hands and wide brown eyes, and the small hillocks below her chin, were the only indications that the lump in the deep mattress beneath the heavy quilt was a highly-sexed, pubescent girl.
"Move over." Joey climbed into bed between Dave and Nancy. He, too, slipped beneath the quilt. He yawned, turned onto his side, and crowded his sister into the wall.
"C'mon!" hollered Nancy.
"You got bony hips," said Joey.
"You got a bony...."
"Knock it off!" commanded Dave, glowering.
Alicia coughed back laughter. The thatched palm leaf walls did little to keep out the night breeze. She felt the cool air on her bare feet and legs, up her nightgown. She gazed into the three pair of eyes watching her from the bed. What were they thinking, she wondered. Were they as conscious of their sex as she was? More so? Less? The salt air from the bay crept across her pussy ... making her shiver. Quickly she doused the oil lamp, padded to the bed, and slipped beneath the covers next to Dave. She stared into the dark. She listened to Nancy's sniffles, Joey's yawns, Dave's grunts, and the night sounds outside the beachhouse. Her cunt felt suddenly huge, big enough to accommodate a ship's crew, a husband, a son. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
Dave felt the mattress shift. Lying on his side, he turned his head and squinted into the dark. "Take off your bottoms," he heard Joey whisper. Again the thick mattress shifted. Sheets rustled. His cock shot up and pressed into the softness of Alicia's thigh. He listened to Nancy's breathing grow labored. He groped for the hem of his wife's nightgown and strained his eyes and ears to see and hear what the kids were doing. His fingers encountered soft blonde pussy hair. Gently he twisted the hair into knots ... waiting for the kids to begin fucking loud enough to make everything they did apparent.
Nancy shimmied out of her pajama bottoms. She lay back and opened and waited for Joey to climb between her legs. She felt his hand at her pussy, cooed. She groped for his hard brother cock. She took the long thing in hand, and guided him, as a seeing eye dog guides its master, into the hot hairy hole between her anxious young thighs. Breathing so fast she thought sure her heart was going to leap from her breast, she wedged the tip between the lips of her cunt. She felt it go in ... shuddered and gasped and lifted her pussy into him. She felt his weight on her belly, felt his stiffness slipping deep in her hole, whimpered and stared in Daddy's direction, then said, "Fuck me, Joey."
Joey humped his hard dick up Nancy's tight sister pussy. Gasping, he cupped her round bottom, felt all over the smooth cheeks, dug his fingers into the crack, and spread her wide. He let his meat soak. "Lift your pajama top," he told her. When she did, baring her lush little tits, he sucked one rubbery nipple into his mouth. He began to stoke. Mouthing her breasts, finger-fucking her asshole, he pistoned his prick in and out of her wet velvet warmth.
Alicia was asleep. She was dreaming. She was in a small cabin in The Princessa's bowels. There were people all around her: men! But was that a girl's fluttering cries she heard? There was a hand on her cunt ... gently fingering her clitoris hard. Um! She liked that! She sighed and opened her legs. But where was Manny? Steve and Jose and the others, she wondered. She was in the small bed, she knew. But she was asleep and the bed wasn't rocking with the motion of the sea. And where were the fat hairy balls, the sweaty bodies, and the seven stiff pricks which were supposed to be taking turns on the holes in her body?
"Yes Manny," she sighed. "All of them. Anything you say. The captain too. The cabin stewards. Only fuck me. Fuck me quick, Manny."
"Who the fuck is Manny?" Alicia's eyes shot open.
"Dave!" she gasped, partially out of surprise, and partially because of the finger stabbing in and out of her wet cunt-hole. She wasn't in the bowels of the yacht, she realized. But the bed was nonetheless rocking with the upsy-downsy motion of the sea. "There's no sea," she murmured groggily.
"What in the hell're you blubbering about now?" growled Dave. He lay over her, propped on one elbow and staring down at her face. His stiff dick was digging hard into the soft flesh of her upper thigh. His finger worked incessantly in and around, up and down her swollen vulva.
"The kids!" whispered Alicia.
"Yeah. But that's natural for kids. They experiment. All the books say so."
"B-books?"
"Sex books. They all say brothers and sisters learn to screw by playing with each other."
My Lord! thought Alicia. She listened. Was that Joey she heard breathing like that? And Nancy? Sweet little Nancy? She moaned. The finger in her cunt was shooting sparks through her lower abdomen. And the rustling noises she heard, the labored breathing, they were the sounds of people fucking ... Joey and Nancy screwing right there beside them in bed. "Don't!" she told Dave, experiencing mixed emotions. One side of her-the parent, the mother, the woman who had felt revulsion when Manny first suggested she screw for the boiler crewas indignant. But the other side of her, the wanton, the one who'd taken Joey's hot cock up her ass a few hours before, felt excruciating excitement.
Ramming his finger roughly into her pussy, Dave said, "The kids're screwing, Alicia. Isn't it great? Listen to them go."
Alicia listened. "Do it, Joey!" she heard Nancy gasp. "Doit! Doit!" She listened and felt the mattress shift farther as Joey slammed faster and faster into his sister. "Oh, God!" she breathed. She wanted to watch, to see her son's meat dart furiously in and out of her lovely young daughter. It was horrid of her, she knew. But she wanted to spring from the bed, light the lamp, and watch every detail.
Close to her ear, Dave said, "Tell me about Manny." He threw one heavy leg between hers. His knee coaxed her legs wide apart. His prick, protruding from the open fly of the pajamas, flattened on her smooth upper thigh. "Isn't he the tall guy aboard the yacht? The one with the tight white pants and the joint three feet long?"
"Y-yes," admitted Alicia. "Did you lay him?"
"S-stop with your finger. You ... you're making me discharge all over the bed."
Dave shoved another rough finger up her gash. His mouth covered the nightgown where the peak of one breast showed through. He wetted the material, blew. "Did you fuck this guy aboard the yacht?" he persisted.
"All right!" Alicia blurted. "All right I fucked him!"
"Who else?" Dave chewed her nipple through the clinging nightgown. He moved up ... rubbing his dick on her thigh ... bringing the glans close to her pulsating cunthole. The fingers not in her pussy dug into the pinched crack of her ass. "Tell me who else!" he demanded.
"A ... A Mexican boy in Puerto Vallarta."
"And?" Dave curled the fingers in her cunt and worked them in and out-like a fat cock.
"J-Joey," Alicia heard herself admitting. She sobbed. The admission sounded foul to her ears. Yet she felt a sudden compulsion to tell everything. "I ... I fucked Joey," she went on. "While you and Nancy were on deck the other night, I sucked his cock and fucked him. He ate my cunt. We fucked and sucked all the time you and Nancy were gone. And before, while you and Nancy were down the beach, he ... I let him shaft my ass. He shot off in my rectum. Twice! I ... I can't help it, Dave. I ... I don't know what's wrong with me. But ever since The Princessa sailed...."
"Know what I was doing while you and Joey were screwing that night?" interrupted Dave. "I was dicking Nancy!" he whispered into the silence. "On deck. In a deck chair. Then in a stall in the Ladies Room. She sucked my cock, too. And while you were fucking the Mexican kid in Puerto Vallarta, I was busting Nan's hot virgin asshole. You name it, Alicia. Me and Nan have done it! Fucking. Sucking. Combinations you wouldn't believe." He popped his wet fingers from her twat, took hold of his joint and set the fat head in the vacancy. "Looks like we're both incestuous rats!" he added lightly.
Alicia gasped at the exact moment that Nancy squealed. She felt Dave's weight coming down on her, felt his cock slipping in, lifted her hips and listened to her daughter reaching orgasm. "It ... it's-terrible," she moaned. "We're horrid. Parents aren't supposed...."
"Who made the rules?" asked Dave, pausing with his dick halfway up her vagina. "Nobody asked me. Or you. Or the kids. Did they?"
Alicia thought about it. Who had made the rules, she wondered. In certain societies, certain tropical countries, fucking your offspring was a common enough practice, she knew. Yet someone, somewhere, sometime had said no! And that single decision, it seemed, made the most natural basic instinct a horrible sin. It seemed absurd in that light. And yet ... ? "S-suppose someone finds out?" she asked impulsively.
Dave drove his meat in to the hilt. "Fuck 'em!"
Moaning, Alicia gripped his broad shoulders, raised her knees and thought how odd it was. She had lived with this man for fifteen years, and only now, because of a business promotion, a white yacht and a man with the unlikely name of Pedro Gomez, was she getting to know him.
And herself! she thought. The week before, she wouldn't have thought herself capable of laying seven men. Or Joey. Or consenting to fuck Dave in the same bed where her teenage son and barely teenage daughter were screwing. She felt Dave's long cock in her pulsating hole, listened to the pleasant after sounds of sex her children were making, and wondered why people were such silly asses.
"Ready for some fun?" asked Dave softly.
Before she could answer, she felt his prick slip wetly from her pussy. "OW! Why must you do that!" she complained. But Dave made no reply. Instead, he eased himself silently off her and out of bed. Her cunt ached like the aftermath of an extracted tooth. She placed her hand there. What in the world was Dave up to now, she wondered. She fucked her fingers in and out of her twat ... waiting for him to return and fill the emptiness. Then suddenly-like the very first sunrise, thought Alicia-a match flared out of the dark, touched a wax wick, and a hazy yellow glow spread warmly through the room.
The first thing Alicia saw was Joey's cock. The boy was lying naked atop the covers, hands behind his head, and the red tip of his stiffness planted in Nancy's face. Nancy's big brown eyes flashed. She, too, was naked. She lay curled on her side, face over her brother's lap, and sucking the swollen red tip in and out of her small pink mouth.
Involuntarily Alicia gasped, "My God!"
"Okay! What goes on?" barked Dave. "Kids! Leave 'em alone for a minute and look!"
Alicia watched Nancy blink. Uncertainty crept into the girl's eyes. No fair, Daddy! the expression on her flushed face said. Slowly she lifted her face from Joey's lap, wiped her lips with the back of one tiny hand and sat with an awkward half grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was adorable! thought Alicia. And her tits! The darling little hillocks thrusted defiant nipples out at the world. A tuft of curly brown hair showed atop and between her closed thighs. She was pink-white and virginal in the soft yellow glow of lamplight.
A sober expression on his face, Dave strode briskly to the foot of the bed. Hands on hips, feet wide apart and long wet cock dangling from the fly of the pajamas, he growled, "Don't you know you ain't supposed to be doing that to your fucking baby sister?"
"But Nancy said...." began Joey, frowning.
"And not only your sister," roared Dave. "But your mother! Behind my back!"
Joey cast an angry glance at his sister. It's okay, right? Who the fuck knocked you in the head? his expression seemed to imply. Then his gaze settled on Alicia, on the slender fingers working between her mother thighs. "Lookit what she's doin'!" he yelped. "Man! How come everybody's pickin' on me?"
Dave undid the rope belt at his waist. The pajamas fell to the dirt floor. His semi-hard cock, like an ostrich's neck, bobbed out and away from his balls. "Because you're not supposed to fuck your mother and sister behind my back," he told Joey. "Only in front of me. And you're not supposed to leave your mother in such a state. And your sister is supposed to be sucking me, not you. Okay?"
Nancy giggled. On her knees, she scrambled to the foot of the bed, and threw her arms around Dave's neck. "Dumb old Daddy," she cooed.
Dave and Joey laughed. Alicia watched Nancy's buttocks tighten as Dave's hand cupped one cheek. Despite herself, despite the warmth spreading through her body, Alicia was mildly embarrassed. Her own children! she thought. She looked at Joey. His gaze was riveted to her gaped open thighs still, she noted. She noted his cock, too. It stood straight up. And now, with both her men naked, she could see that Joey's hard pole was at least an inch shorter than Dave's. And she had thought it so huge! Yet it was big enough: ample long and hard enough to do what she wanted. She withdrew her hand from her cunt; and, shedding the last inhibition, held her juicy fingers up to the boy's nose.
"Man!" Grasping her slim wrist, Joey kissed and licked the wetness from her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, one by one, and spit them out clean. He grinned. "Hey, Ma," he yelled. "You're the only one with fuckin' clothes on!"
"Well, we can fix that!" Releasing Nancy, Dave stepped out of the pajamas and climbed over the foot of the bed. He gripped his wife's ankles. "Let's get her amidships first," he told Joey.
"Hey!" Alicia felt herself being lifted. Her ass came up off the bed, and was set down again where the mattress sagged most. Joey tugged at her arms. The rest of her body tumbled into the center of the bed. Bug-eyed, breathless, she watched them kneel around her; Dave between her legs, and Joey and Nancy on either side.
"Sit up," Joey directed.
"Yeah! Give the kid room to work," agreed Dave.
"Oh, Mummy. Yours is so pretty," whispered Nancy, running tiny fingers through her mother's blonde bush.
Alicia felt the night garment being lifted off over her head by Joey. She raised her arms-feeling girlish and lightheaded and somewhat silly. She felt Nancy's hand at her wet cunt-hole, and said, "OW!" Then she was naked, looking from one ... to the other ... to the other.
Nancy cocked her cute head. Chewing her lip, she asked, "Is it any fun with two girls, Mummy? I mean ... with sucking each other and feeling and rubbing and all?"
"Why not try it and see?" suggested Dave.
"Dave!" cried Alicia.
"Won't hurt to try, luv." Dave spread her legs wider apart, opening her cunt to the fullest. He inched back on his knees. "Go to it, Nan. Suck her pussy."
"Nancy, don't!" gasped Alicia. She tried to twist away. But Dave held her ankles, and Joey, her Joey, gaze nailed to the hairy arena of the scene about to unfold, held her shoulders. She struggled and watched her daughter's small head come down on her.
"I won't hurt you, Mummy," mumbled Nancy. Eyes once more bright, she lowered her face, her lips, to the hair place between her mother's quivering thighs.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!" panted Alicia as the girl's slippery tongue licked up one side of her vulva and down the other. It was unbearable. Unbearably good! She'd never before considered this, either. There were so many things she'd never considered before The Princessa introduced them to the slow and easy, uninhibited life. "It ... it ... it's not f-fair," she stammered.
"What's not fair?" asked Dave, hooking his hands at the crook of her knees and arranging her lower limbs like a frog's legs.
Alicia strained upward. "I ... I should ... oh! OH! I should be sucking her while she's sucking me," she finally blurted.
"Oh, Mummy." Without hesitation, Nancy shifted around on the bed. "Do it, Mummy. Lap at my mother-loving ol' snatch," she cooed.
Alicia saw her daughter's sweet brown wedge lowering itself to her face. And Nancy's asshole! It was so pink! She'd never before seen such pinkness. She gripped the slim thighs on either side of her head, lifted her vulva into Nan's tongue, and opened her mouth for the wet hole coming down, down, down until the pinkness of both lovely slits was mashed into her face.
Dave, his prick full hard and standing away from his cock hair like the bow mast on a ship, slipped one hand down Nancy's spine, over and down her rump and into the crack of her up-thrust ass. The girl moaned. Fingers probing her anus, Dave moved to the head of the bed. He kneeled behind her. "Hold tight, honey," he said. "I got a present coming up your asshole."
Sucking Nancy's hot little cunt, Alicia watched Dave set the ferocious glans of his dick in the tiny pink aperture so close to her face. Dave's nuts touched her 'brow, lay there. She reached for them. Licking furiously, drinking deep of the smell of cunt, she cupped her husband's balls and watched the fat tip of his meat disappear. She heard Nancy cry out in pleasure-pain! The cunt in her face bucked and dripped. She sucked up the juices. The tongue in her own cunt moved faster. Alicia sucked and gyrated and moaned and watched the rest of Dave's still cock burrow into the pink tightness of Nancy's cute little behind.
Joey, apparently having tired of whacking himself off, reached for a pillow. "Lift up some," he directed his mother, and, when she complied, stuffed the double-up pillow under her hips. He fell with his face between her legs. "Lemme lick some, too," he balked at Nancy. "You lick the top, her clit, and I'll lick the bottom and her asshole. We'll suck 'er good!"
"Joey, OWWWWWWWWWW!" Alicia thrashed. She smelled and ate Nancy's hot hole, watched Dave's dick begin to piston rapidly, felt the two slippery tongues vying for possession of her pussy and asshole, and thought, MY GOD! THEY'RE KILLING ME!
"Your asshole gets ... ahhhhhh! Tighter every motherfucking time!" In swift, mighty drives, Dave fucked his long dick into Nancy. He bent far over her back, held her little-girl titties-as if her breasts were knobs of rock, her rump a mountain, and he was a climber trying to scale the summit-and pistoned his shit-smeared hard-on in and out of the tiny hole low between her buttocks. He grunted. In the dim light from the oil lamp, the whisper of a breeze coming through the palm leaf walls of the beach house, he humped his stiff prick violently into the tight willing bull's-eye of his young daughter's rear.
Alicia watched and felt and listened to flesh slapping flesh. Sweat poured from every pore in her tense body. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs were constricted. But her cunt was wide open: sucked air from the mouths of her children. She felt Joey's tongue-was it Joey's tongue?-wash her raw sphincters. She felt the other tongue-Nancy's! Or was that one Joey's? She felt the other tongue lap back and forth across her clit. She no longer could tell, nor did she care, which was which. They were a pile of bodies. Hot flesh. Pussy and dick and asshole and red-hot tongue. No longer were they mother and father and daughter and son. Now they were panting receptacles. Takers. No longer givers. Each strived, as she was striving, to reach the white-hot place. There were devious routes. Joey was doing it through sucking. Dave was doing it through the white and shit-smeared cylinder plowing into the hot hole above her eyes. Nancy was doing it all ways. And she? Alicia? She fucked her cunt up off the pillow, sucked and smelled, watched and listened and fought to reach orgasm with every tense muscle in her body.
Dave stopped pistoning. Gasping, hips tight and grinding against Nancy's young buttocks, he choked, "Nancy baby. Baby! Baby! Baby! Babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Nancy, too, cried out. She yelled something incoherent into the fat mother cunt she was sucking, and worked her hips round and round on the meat up her asshole. Tremors passed through her body. Her cunthole snapped and leaked its sticky juices.
Alicia was smothered with thighs and cock and balls-pussy and stinking asshole. She watched the big hairy nuts over her face jerk. Dave was coming, she knew. His low-slung sacs seemed to take a breath ... then spit the cumload up Nancy. Greedily she sucked the girl's cunt. She saw the thick base of Dave's meat expand and contract. And then, like lava overflowing the mouth of a volcano, the hot sticky man-cream seeped out. A mere trickle at first ... Dave straining. But as Dave began to hump once more, fucking the thick spurts of gism up Nancy's rectum, the gooey stuff flowed out and down and mingled with the girl's cuntjuice. Alicia sucked. The cream seared her lips. She lapped it from the girl's cunthole. She licked back ... cleaning the roots of Dave's rod. Her tongue played at the girl's tiny asshole each time the fat meat pulled back. The smell overpowered her; twat and rectum and sweat from Dave's wrinkled balls. She thought she might faint. But she pounded her pussy up off the pillow, striving to hurdle the peak Dave and Nancy had reached, and drank the thick goo splashing like a summer shower over her face.
"Mamaaa ... !" Joey bared his teeth in a grimace. Driving one finger high in his mother's pinched asshole, he fucked his cock into the soft bedsheets. His mouth came away from the sloppy wet mother pussy he'd been sucking. He kissed Nancy. The two joined lips. And as Joey shot off-dry-fucking his load into the mattress as he sucked Nancy's mouth-and Dave and Nancy spewed the last of their sticky bliss; the bed rocking, swaying rhythmically, as if they were far out at sea aboard The Princessa, Alicia, too, body singing as never before, found the hot place.
She felt her body arch up, spine bent like a bow pulled taut to fire an arrow. She felt Joey's hand come down on her pussy, and rub and rub, round and round, while the middle finger of his other hand slipped in and out of her anus. She drove her hard clit into the boy's palm. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she heard herself grunt, as if from far away. She sucked the last of the delicious juice from Nan's sweet vulva, licked up the last of Dave's semen, closed her eyes and let the sensations whip her hips, tear her belly, fill her windpipe and shoot up to explode through the top of her head. It was as if the top of her skull was screwed on, the orgasm had started it spinning, and now, as the electric tingles ignited her wet mother pussy, the skullcap was being lifted and flung into the air. She knew it was so. She knew because the top of her head, her brain, was cold. She felt her skull zipping loose. She was freezing hot. Dry ice. Smoking. A woman, a woman being fucked, from head to toe.
Later. Near morning, Alicia supposed. The oil was low in the glass base of the lamp on the roughly hewn table. She thought she detected the faint red glow of sunrise beyond the small window in the wall opposite the foot of the bed. She heard breathing. Heavy. Even. A slight snore. They'd slept. And now she was the only one of the four awake ... groggy, warm, and content.
Outside, the white beach was noisy with gulls. The palms were alive with birds of strange plumage and even stranger cries. The sea rushed in with its gift of shells and microscopic creatures, and from the trees the birds swooped down. The gulls dove, soared aloft with breakfast clamped tight in their beaks. Day was breaking.
Cautiously, so as not to disturb Dave and the kids, Alicia stretched her arms. She smiled to herself. She and Dave and the kids were a mass of tangled limbs. To her right, leg flung over her thigh, hand limp on her belly, lay Joey. Behind him-as if she were the boy, Joey the girl, and she was about to ram him doggy style-one small arm draped over her brother's shoulder, lay Nancy. And to her left, hand heavy on her breast, slept Dave. Both he and Joey had their usual morning piss hard-ons. She lay trapped between them, one leg flung wide under Joey, the other thigh against Dave's rigid tool.
Joey stirred. The hand on her round belly slipped lower. Alicia watched the boy's eyes flutter open. He blinked at her sleepily, yawned and said something which sounded like, "Hum goo' morn' Ma." The hand on her belly reached her pussy and lay there.
Alicia felt the hard crust on the sheet beneath her right leg. She remembered now. Cum! Poor Joey! she thought. While everyone else had had their fun, he was forced to pound his meat into the mattress. Slowly, not wanting to wake Dave, she turned onto her side ... away from her husband's hand and cock. Facing the boy, she asked, "Is that for me?"
"Huh wha ... ?" Joey blinked the last fuzz of sleep from his eyes and looked at his crotch.
"This!" Alicia closed her cool fingers on his morning stiffness. "Ummm! It's like a crowbar this morning." She moved her hand up and down his prick. She kissed his nose, his lips. She shifted until the hand on her pussy rested at her swollen and tender cunthole.
"You're swell, Ma," said Joey. "I bet nobody's got a mother like you. I bet...."
"Shhh! You'll wake them." Alicia indicated Dave and Nancy. "And then we'll have to share this." She jerked hard on his cock. "And Mother wants it all to herself this morning." She steered the glans to her vulva, set it in. "Push in, dear. Fuck me good morning."
"Man, it's hot! Man, Ma!" Joey pushed his meat into her. It glided up her hole without resistance. "You're ... um man! Ah! Gettin' bigger down there."
"Don't talk now. Fuck!" Alicia covered his lips with her moist, open mouth. Her cunt sucked his dick deep. She hugged him to her and set her hips moving in a steady fuck motion. She reached orgasm almost before he began to stroke. But she continued to screw her pelvis, her belly, her stretched pussy into him until the boy, too, shot off. Her cunt drank his love proclamation and hungered for more.
"I gotta piss," said Joey, a happy grin on his face. Without waiting for her to reply, he yanked his meat from her twat, threw Nancy's arm from his shoulder and leaped from the bed.
Alicia couldn't help but smile. She watched the boy fly nude from the beach house; watched Nancy's brown eyes flutter open. Rolling onto her stomach, chin propped in the cradle of her hands, she watched her daughter stretch the stiffness from her little-girl limbs. She watched her yawn luxuriously ... small breasts almost flat as she twisted and wiggled like a playful kitten. Amazed at how lovely her children were, she watched the girl glance down, crinkled her nose, and move tiny fingers through her curly brown bush.
"Oh, darn! I'm all stuck together," pouted Nancy.
Alicia cuddled the girl. Outside, the sun was coming up warm and casting its yellow-red fire over the bay. The window opposite the foot of the bed was a square of bright light shafting through the two-room beach house. Alicia felt the warmth on her backside. Was it real, she wondered. Could anything be so lovely and still be true? She could hear the hissing surf at the foot of the beach not a hundred feet from their door. "We can go for a swim," she told Nancy. "Okay?"
"Gee, I almost forgot where we were," piped Nancy. Twisting free of her mother, she started from the bed, stopped. Sighing, glancing back over her shoulder from the edge of the bed, she added, "I wish we could stay here forever, Mummy. Just me, you, Daddy, and Joey. I wish we never had to leave."
Coming off the bed, Alicia took hold of her daughter's hand and started for the door. She looked back at Dave. He was sleeping as sound as a baby. She recalled what he had said about extending the trip another couple of weeks.
They spent most of the day on the beach ... swimming nude ... not caring if anyone saw. Dave went into town to see Pedro Gomez and the cruise registrar, and returned with bagfuls of food. They ate fruit and drank the icy well water from the pump in the sink. Nightfall found them seated again around the blazing charcoal pit, dressed now, for no particular reason, and savoring the smells wafting off the soot-blackened grate. They walked the beach and made love in the sand; she and Joey, Dave and Nancy, side by side. Then they swam again ... until exhaustion tugged at their eyelids, and they shuffled back to the palmleaf beach house and fell together, bodies straining for fulfillment, into the huge feather bed.
They slept late next morning. The Princessa was scheduled to cruise out of port at noon, and they'd decided to watch her sail from the beach at the edge of the bay. The yacht would pass them a mile out, Dave had learned, and Alicia-as if seeing it leave would verify what they'd decided-wanted to watch it go.
They donned towels. They ate breakfast of fruit and drank coffee perked over the charcoal pit. Then they strode to the water's edge, sat and watched fishing boats glide like slow-motion ice skaters across the distant blue horizon.
"Oh ... I Let's do something!" complained Nancy after more than an hour of waiting. She sat with knees raised, hugging her legs. The sun had turned her fair skin a red-brown ... except for the creamy area showing beneath the hem of the towel.
"If you don't put your legs down," said Joey, rolling close to his sister and running a hand down the back of one raised thigh, "I sure know what I'm gonna do. Man! I can see all the way up your pussy, Nan. Chrissakes!"
As far as the eye could see, noted Alicia, the beach was their own. And she, too, was growing restless. She watched Joey wrestle Nancy down to the sand and climb between the girl's kicking legs. They tussled until Nancy's towel came undone. Then Joey threw off his loincloth towel and rubbed his limp cock in her pussy hair. Despite the girl's giggling efforts to smack his hands away, Joey palmed her breasts. They struggled until Nancy tired, lay still, and allowed her brother to explore every inch of the alabaster flesh at breast and navel.
Dave watched the kids. Turning to him, Alicia challenged, "Well? Are you just gonna lay there and be outdone by a fifteen-year-old?" She made a grab for the towel at his waist. The knot came undone. She eyed his limp prick. "Poor baby," she whispered, kissing the brown pennies on either side of his chest and weaving her fingers through his coarse cock hair. She felt strong hands at her hips. She allowed him to pull her down atop his hard naked body.
In less time than it takes a trained dog to sit up on its haunches and beg for a biscuit, Dave's cock grew hard. Alicia felt it, like hot steel, wedged between their lower bodies. Licking his nipples, she pressed the softness of her belly into him. She felt the fine salt mist on her buttocks as the towel was torn from her body and flung down the beach. Dave's hands gripped her bottom, rolled the cheeks, rubbing the halves together and creating an exquisite friction in her pussy.
"Not there, silly," objected Nancy.
Dave laughed. "Like father like son," he said, watching Joey try to ram the tip of his rod up his sister's rear hole.
"I married an asshole bandit." Alicia lifted to allow his stiff dick to spring out from under her belly. She trapped it. Looking back, over her shoulder, she could see the fat glans protruding between the back of her thighs and at the crack of her ass. She rested her head on his chest ... content for the moment to lie there watching the kids and feeling her husband pulse between her legs.
"Daddy did me there two nights in a row," protested Nancy as Joey pursued his objective. "C-mon, don't! I'm all sore back there."
"I'll fix that, hey!" Joey slithered down her body. His face disappeared low between her parted thighs.
"Umm!" gulped Nancy.
"Better?"
"Um-hm!" Nancy raised her knees: Presenting a better target for her brother's darting tongue. She chewed her lip. She bucked her ass off the sand. Reaching down between her legs, she cupped her hands over his ears and pressed his face, his mouth, his tongue, into her sore asshole and proceeded to lick awhile.
For a moment, Joey seemed content to suck. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something he'd left undone, he withdrew his face from her crotch, slithered back up her body, and, one hand wrapped tight around the roots of his stiff cock, began humping it into the hot little slit he'd wetted.
"Oh, darn. Oh! OH!" Tiny hands balled into fists at his chest, Nancy tried to lift him. But as the stiffness bored into her, prying open her sore asshole, the fists uncurled. And as the length of the boy's member disappeared, the hands began to caress.
"Still sore?" asked Joey.
"Yes!"
"Want me to stop?"
"Nooo!" Raising her legs to his waist, Nancy locked her slim ankles. Her ass began to piston off the sand.
From where they lay, a few feet away and below the kids, Alicia and Dave could see their son's dick drilling in and out of their daughter's trembling behind. Together they watched the girl's hips begin an exaggerated bump and grind. They watched Joey fuck it into his sister as a gunboy reams the muzzle of a cannon. The heat building in their bellies threatened to explode. Dave's cock jerked between her legs and Alicia knew it was time, past time, to do more than watch. She opened her legs, straddled him, and tried to draw his meat up her wet cunthole.
"Go down on me," said Dave.
"After we...."
"Now! Gimme a blowjob." As Nancy had done a moment before, Dave cupped his hands at her ears and began steering her face down his body. "Put it in your mouth, Alicia. After watching you with Nan the other night, I keep seeing your tongue in my dreams. Suck me off."
Although she wanted to feel a dick spit off in her belly, Alicia saw the magnificent thing approaching her face, saw the purple-red glans, the veiny shaft-so unlike Joey's smooth outer jacket of skin-saw the thick pulsing cord along the curved underside, and willingly rearranged her body. Lying full length on the warm sand between his spread legs, she took hold of the rigid monster. Before Manny, before the cruise, she hadn't cared much for cock-sucking. But now, with Dave's big dick so close to her lips, the saliva in her throat thickened to the texture of cotton. Her head reeled. She moved her cheek lovingly up and down the hard shaft. Cupping his huge, hairy balls, she held the fiery thing and placed wet kisses over the glans. She licked the tiny aperture ... working the tip of her tongue into the slit ... tasting the salty residue of cum and the bitterness of piss. She found it incredible that such an ungraceful thing could do such magnificent things, create such pleasure, make her gyrate and strain to please it while pleasing herself. She explored every inch. She. stroked it until a glistening bead of lubricant appeared at the tip. Greedily, she lapped the miniature jewel into her mouth.
"Jesus Christ," groaned Dave. "Put the fuckin' thing in your mouth before I blast a hole through the sky." Taking firm hold on her head, he pressed the tip of his joint to her lips. "Do a good job or you're fired. Remember you got competition now. And Nan's pretty good."
Alicia knew he was joking. They were closer now than they'd been since the first weeks of their marriage. But now she wanted to be good ... extra special! She wanted to love him the best way she knew how. So she opened her lips on the bulbous head of his dick, wetted it, let her spittle drip down the shaft and rubbed it in with her hand, and pressed her face down. Slowly, savoring every hard inch, making him gasp and thrash about on the warm sand, she took him into her hot, wet and ready mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it, Alicia!"
Watching the kids, watching Joey's meat dip deep into Nancy, Alicia took the length of his dick into her face. His cock hair tickled her nose. She snorted, thereby stifling a sneeze, She moved her head up and down ... smelling the acrid stink of his balls and asshole ... kneading his sacs. She sucked him deep and held, and as he lifted up off the sand-as if trying to drive his stiffness through the back of her skull-she drew back until his rod almost escaped, then drove her mouth down flush with his cock hair once more.
She sucked. She sucked until her lips were swollen and a bright red circle appeared around her mouth. She slipped a slender finger into the tight split up his muscular buttocks. His asshole was guarded by thick tufts of hair as wiry as the stuff surrounding his rod. But she found the tight hole. And as Dave twisted his hips up off the sand, grinding his meat into her face, on the blind brink of orgasm, Alicia shoved her finger way up. She ground it in to the hilt. She sucked his prick back to the gate of her gullet, tightened her lips at the thick, hairy base, squeezed his balls, and wiggled the finger embedded in his rectum.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried and Alicia felt the cream pouring off in her mouth. It was the thickest-so thick it came like whipped cream from the mouth of an aerosol can instead of in spurts-the hottest, the most magnificent load. She gulped it. She drew her mouth back to the head, worked her tongue in the aperture ... coaxing more. And when more came, she drove her head down ... sucking him back in to the hilt ... noisily gulping the new load ... watching her children ... drinking her husband's cum, fondling his balls, and working the stink-finger buried deep in his manly asshole.
Far out in the bay, silent, unnoticed, its white hull slicing cleanly through the warm waters off the Mexican Riviera, The Princessa was setting a course for Zihuatanejo ... minus the Benedicts. It would return in thirteen days. And perhaps Dave and Alicia, Joey and Nancy would be waiting to board her next time she tied in at Acapulco. Or the time after that. Or perhaps never.
