Chapter 5

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.