Chapter 4

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?