Chapter 2
"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.