The Sin Cruise
by Marie Manly


INTRODUCTION 

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 ground and 
ground 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 ground 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. 

"Holy shit!" proclaimed Joey, slowly whacking himself off. "Manoman, Pop! 
Wow!" 

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. 

"Oh Christ! Christ Jesus, that's great! Ah! Alicia. Alicia baby. Al-i-cia!" 

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. 


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