Chapter 6
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.