Chapter 7
The entire crew, it seemed, the captain, and all of the passengers, were on deck to greet cosmopolitan, quaint, bustling, sleepy, alive with sounds and whispering palms Acapulco. Across the bay from the dock, the Princess Italia-one of the best dining rooms in the world, the travel brochures said-promised a night of glittering lights and exotic food. A large poster outside advertised THE FAMED AZTEC INDIAN HEADDRESS DANCERS. Another billboard, off the dock, big enough to be seen from the middle of the bay, advertised the famous FLYING INDIANS: said to whirl around a 100-foot pole by ropes on their feet. The ancient city seemed to offer everything Alicia had anticipated. And now, as she stood at the rail, Joey's hand in hers, Dave and Nancy beside them, she experienced the same thrill, the same fantasy feeling she'd felt when first stepping aboard The Princessa's Pacific Deck.
"Oh, Daddy. Can we go see them?" Nancy, face scrubbed and aglow, pointed to the tour bus below them on the dock. The sign atop the bus read: SEE THE LA QUEBRADA CLIFF DIVERS DEFY GRANITE AND DEATH. "Pleeze!" added Nancy.
"I guess," said Alicia in answer to Dave's raised-eyebrow look. "Joey?"
"Man!" Joey squeezed her hand.
"Unanimous then." Alicia watched Nancy grin radiantly. She watched Dave, too. He'd been acting queer, saying all sorts of odd things about sex and love, since he and Nancy-disheveled and looking like they'd been caught in a tropical storm-wandered in after four in the morning. Now he seemed to have eyes only for Nancy. Could it be, she wondered, recalling the first day of the cruise ... the day she walked into the cabin and found them in each other's arms. It seemed incredible! Yet now, when she considered it, she and Joey seemed incredible, too!
Impatiently Joey tugged at her hand. "You know what I wanna do most?" he said out of earshot of Dave and his sister. "We could go swimming, maybe. And then after, with you in a bathing suit and all, in the water...."
"Don't be fresh," chided Alicia, amused by the boy's enthusiasm. She winked and clutched his hand to her thigh. They'd fucked for hours the night before, before Dave and Nancy returned. Yet now, with him close to her, it was as if she'd been locked away in a convent-without a man for years. "We have two days ashore," she added softly. "And two nights. We're gonna find a quaint native place and go Bohemian!"
Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, still wondering about Dave and Nancy but not really caring-wanting everyone to be as happy, as carefree as she was-Alicia moved to the gangplank. Clutching Joey's hand, she followed Dave and Nancy ashore and took note, for the first time, of the delightful swish of Nan's little hips, the girl's flowering breasts, and the provocative swell of her belly. Her own belly tingled. Her second child, she suddenly realized, was no longer a baby, either.
The tour bus took them to a place facing Quebrada Cliff, where they watched sinewy Mexican lads dive into a seemingly impossibly narrow and shallow inlet. Alicia wanted to yell something appropriate as they rescaled the granite to repeat the marvelous feat, but her Spanish was too poor, too sketchy, so she merely clapped along with Dave and the kids and the other members of the tour. They reboarded the bus and coasted down narrow dirt roads while listening to the driver expound on the history of Acapulco. The port, he said, was founded in 1550. And it was from there, one of the best natural ports in the world, that Cortez shipped supplies to Pizarro to help in his conquest of Peru. They saw ruins and shacks. The latter, although for the most part dilapidated, held a peaceful magic. They returned to the city proper feeling refreshed, educated, and more daring.
"The driver gave me this name," said Dave, producing a piece of folded paper as they finished their late-afternoon meal in an open-air cafe. "Says the guy's a cousin or something, and can get us a place out of town for next to nothing."
Alicia took the paper and read, Pedro Gomez. She laughed. No one was really named Pedro Gomez ... were they, she wondered. But she was entranced with the thought of spending two days in one of the shacks they'd seen along the white beaches and palms below Quebrada.
"Should I call 'im?" asked Dave.
Alicia felt warm. It was the first in a long time that he had asked her something so basically simple, something he already knew the answer to, but asked merely to have her share in the decision. "Call Pedro Gomez," she said. "Tell him we saw all his movies and want a beach house."
"It'll probably be only one big room," said Dave, glancing from her to Nancy to Joey, back.
"So?" Alicia covered his hand. With her free hand, she covered Joey's. "We're only one little family," she said gaily, and returned Nancy's quizzical grin. "I'm sure we'll find some way to squeeze us all together in one big room."
"Yeah man!" agreed Joey.
Dave coughed.
Nancy giggled.
The house consisted of two rooms: the living quarters and what appeared to have once been used as a livestock shed. The big front room was furnished with a huge feather bed, an army surplus cot, and a homemade table and chairs. Roughly hewn cabinets and a cracked mirror over a sink-with a hand-pump for water-adorned the palm leaf walls. An oil lamp hung from the ceiling. Another, smaller, soot-blackened lamp sat on the table. The floor was foot-packed sandy earth. It was indeed rustic, con-eluded Alicia. She and Nancy set about putting the place in order.
by evening, the sun sinking in a blaze of orange and red and pink-purple fire, the big front room was livable, and Dave and Joey were lighting a fire in the cooking pit at the edge of the white beach in front of what Nancy had begun calling their "commune."
"You look like a Latin belly dancer," said Dave, admiring the multi-colored sarong-like thing Nancy had purchased earlier in town.
"She looked ... I don't know! Older!" observed Alicia.
They grinned foolishly at one another until Joey brought the steaks. Then they sat on the ground around the charcoal pit and savored the mouth-watering aroma of the seared meat ... Alicia thinking about another kind of hot meat, but nonetheless famished. Somehow she knew, could tell by Dave's actions, by Nancy's shy glances and Joey's bold stares, that something unique was going to happen at bedtime.
After the meal, they swam in the warm, moonlit water. Far out in the bay, lights blinked ... ships, Alicia supposed. She watched Dave and Nancy romp close to shore. The thin material of the colorful sarong-like thing clung to the girl, emphasizing her small breasts, the nipples prominent, hugging her buttocks and belly and thighs. She wore nothing beneath, it was obvious. Alicia watched until she felt a hand creep up the inside of her own thigh, and glanced down and saw Joey's head break through the foam. "Your father can see us," she scolded.
Joey's fingers brushed her crotch. He stood in the waist-deep water. He pressed his wet lips gently to hers. "They're busy," he said.
Alicia glanced sharply back to where Dave and Nancy had been splashing. But they were no longer there. Now they walked together, arm in arm, far down the beach. She watched them follow the waterline to where the beach curved and tall palms, close to the luminous sea, hid them from view.
"Let's fuck some," suggested Joey.
"N-not in the water." Alicia smacked his hands away from her breasts. It was true! she told herself: Dave and Nancy could be wandering off for only one reason. They were going somewhere to be alone, to fuck!
"It's good in the water," persisted Joey, digging his fingers hard into her crotch.
Alicia gasped. She felt his hand on her hot cunt ... digging in ... forcing the bikini bottom far up her hole. Why not! she decided. She reached for his swimsuit, closed her fingers on the limp hose beneath the waterline. "How in the world can we do it in the water?" she whispered.
"Lotssa ways." Joey worked the leg band of the bikini bottom aside and twisted one finger into the lips of her cunt. His free hand dropped to her ass, squeezed and fondled.
"Oh, dear." Alicia hugged the boy to her. They stood almost eye to eye; Joey a fraction of an inch taller. She looked into his passion-hungry face, moved her hand on his meat and opened her legs for his fingers. She felt her clitoris grow hard beneath the eager ministrations of his fingertips ... felt the thing in his swimsuit begin to expand. She held him and listened to his breathing and the faint woosh of the surf slapping the shore.
"Turn around," said Joey, "Lemme do it to you in back. Up your ass."
Alicia hesitated a moment ... remembering Steve and the other man, whose name she couldn't recall. Both men had reamed out her rectum the day she accompanied Manny to the small cabin in the bowels of The Princessa. There was something peculiarly significant about having had her bowels reamed out in the bowels of a ship, she mused. She could almost feel the two stiff cocks grinding into her. Abruptly she turned ... offering her plump, quivering backside to Joey.
"You got a nice ass," said Joey against her ear. "Nice 'n' soft 'n' round." His thumbs hooked in the tight waistband of the bikini. "Like a pillow with a nice split up the middle," he added hotly.
"D-did you fuck Nancy back there, too?"
"Naw! All we did was screw straight. But I'm gonna ream 'er yet! Man! She's a lot like you, Ma. I bet she could fuck all day. Like you. But I bet you could fuck for a week without stopping," he claimed proudly.
Alicia felt the bikini slip from her hips, down her thighs beneath the water. The salt stung her slightly raw cunt, made extra tender by many hard driving cocks. She stepped out of the swim-suit. "Don't lose it," she said, momentarily reverting to her role as a parent. "The tide'll wash it away. Better take yours off and toss them both on shore."
They waded in ... to where the water slapped lazily against their thighs, leaving their secret parts bare and cooled by the gentle night breeze. Joey flung the swimsuits-all but her bikini top-onto the wide, moonlit beach. He stepped up close behind her. "Better bend some at first," he croaked, pressing the fiery tip of his dick into the fuzz low between the halves of her ass. "Until I get it in. Up you. Man! All the fuckin' way up you!"
Heart thumping, legs atremble, Alicia bent forward, squatted and gripped her legs above the knee. What a picture they'd make, she thought. She envisioned the caption: BOY FUCKING IT INTO HIS MOTHER'S HOT ASSHOLE AT ACAPULCO. She saw it as a billboard atop a tour bus ... like the block-letter advertisement for the daredevil La Quebrada cliff divers. She bent and opened her hole, felt the glans of his hot cock penetrate, and sighed and pressed back with her hips. "Owww," she moaned. She felt the head slip in past the tightness of her sphincters. "Owww!" She felt Joey's hands at her waist, pulling her back. She complied. She felt his stiff prick grind halfway in ... spreading her jiggling cheeks ... opening the tiny aperture as it pressed.
"Wiggle, Ma. Move your ass some."
"P-put the rest in."
"Not yet. Wiggle some first. I wanna watch. Man! I love to see your fat ass. I ... ah! I love watching my dick go in real slow. Oh, man! Man wiggle!"
Alicia did as he wished. Frantically she wiggled. She threw her hips from side to side, and moaned and panted for the rest of his stiffness. A low-flying gull glided by overhead. Its cry matched her own. She watched it sail, a gray aberration, through the blue-black night sky, and wiggled and fucked her ass back onto his meat.
"Now stand up straight," directed Joey in a voice heavy with passion. "Ma? Ma, baby? So I can feel your tits!"
"Fuck the rest into me first," insisted Alicia, hearing his voice through a red haze. "P-put it up, Joey. All the way up. I want ... oh God! To feel you ... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! All the way at the t-t-top of mmt ... UM! ASSHOLE!"
"Jeez!" Joey pulled back, and drove the length of his shit-smeared cock into her.
"OH YES I LOVE THAT I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU OH!" blubbered Alicia. She stood, threw her head back, and closed her slippery rectum tight on his joint. She felt him fumbling with the snaps holding the bikini top. She pulled her shoulders together. The top came loose. She watched it sail through the air-another aberration, a motherbird-and land on the beach. She felt the warm water licking her thighs, felt Joey's hands on the long pulsing meat trapped like a snake in the needle-eyehole low in the fuzz in her crack.
"Milicent Waters likes it this way, too," confided Joey.
"Mrs. ... ?" Alicia envisioned the tall, slender redhead. "You mean you and she ... ?"
"The first day." Joey pinched her rigid nipples. He dropped one hand to her bush, cupped. "She practically fucked me!" he continued, rubbing all over her blonde pussy. "She got me down to her cabin and sucked me off. Three times I came in her mouth. Then she made me lay flat and got over me, big red pussy all wet V hot, and made me hard again by rubbing my cock in her hair. We fucked some like that ... her on top until I shot off again. Then she asked if I liked doin' asshole. Assholes! Wow! She's got an ass bigger'n yours, Ma. Not as nice, but bigger. And I had never fucked my dick up an asshole before. So when I told her-said I'd never put my meat up a brown but sure wanted to-she got down on the floor on her knees and reached back and spread open her cheeks when I kneeled behind her. Man!" His fingers spread the lips of her cunt, bored in. With difficulty, because of the tightness, he withdrew his dick from the top of her rectum, grated back, withdrew, grated. "I shoved my cock in all the way," he went on. "All the fuckin' way up, Ma. Maaa! Ah! I stuck it in to the hilt, then she kneeled straight and made it tighter like you're doin' now. That fuckin' ass! Ma! MAAA! What a fuckin' ass you got. Move it, Ma. Ma, baby. Your hole's so good. Better 'n Millicent Waters. Better 'n anybody. Move it, Ma. Fuck it back and forth on my prick. Do it, Ma. Wiggle. Wiggle real fast."
Imagining Joey fucking his meat into redheaded Milicent Waters, Alicia worked her hips as she had never worked them before. "Oh, Joey. Joey, fuck me," she sobbed, seeing her son, in her mind's-eye, shafting it into another. Aside from when she was a girl, when she and her girl friends watched older couples fucking in the back seats of cars, and once when she doubled dated and she and the other girl got themselves laid in the same car, she'd never really seen anyone except herself being screwed. The prospect of watching Joey, her Joey, fuck his dick into someone else made her wild. She squeezed and squeezed the cock in her rectum, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and saw him driving in and out of another pussy. She felt his meat grating into her, searing her asshole, reaming it out, and thought how good it would be to watch him do it to, say, someone like Nancy.
"Oh, Ma, I'm coming," choked Joey.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Alicia fucked her hips faster. She craned her neck, kissed his lips. She listened to the cool water slapping the beach, listened to his belly slapping into her trembling buttocks, felt his hot, spurting semen, grimaced and moaned, experiencing orgasm ... and wondering what it would be like, at such a moment, to watch Nancy's face.
Nancy's face was flushed and contorted. She whimpered, as if hurt. She made soft mewing sounds in her throat, thrashed and strained, and waited for Daddy to put something longer and fatter and harder up her pussy. A finger was okay. But a finger couldn't spit cum, which she dearly desired, and with a finger she couldn't feel his muscular weight bearing down on her belly.
"Take this fuckin' thing off," growled Dave, having difficulty getting the sarong undone. The material was twisted high on her waist, exposing her thighs, her pussy, but no matter how thoroughly he searched, he couldn't seem to find what held the thing together over her breasts. "It's like trying to unskin a peach," he complained. "Fuckin' thing's got no buttons."
"Silly." Nancy jumped up. Reaching into the bosom of the sarong, she found and undid the hidden clasps. The garment fell. She raised her arms wide and sang, "Ta-dum ... !" Then she hopped out of reach of the hand making a grab for her ankle.
"Teaser! Get your ass back here!"
Nancy grinned and stuck out her tongue.
"Little bitch!" Dave leaped up from the sand. He chased the squealing girl down the beach, round palm trees, along the waterline, back. "Hope a goddam cannibal gets ya," he yelled as she flew into the brush, turned and again extended her tongue. He eyed her, laughed. He undid his pants, let them drop, stepped free of the garment. His cock stood straight out. "Look what you're missing," he told her.
Nancy rushed him. She hit him low, like a pro tackle for the Green Bay Packers. They fell-laughing and yelling and rolling over and over on the warm sand. "Are there really cannibals hereabouts?" she asked breathlessly, allowing herself to be pinned, spread-eagled.
"With big tongues." Dave displayed his big tongue. He held it out and licked across her pert tits.
Nancy sighed as the lively thing wetted her nipples. She squirmed ... moving her pussy into position to be screwed. She felt joyous, free, one with the night and the beach and the stars and the moon and Daddy. "What do cannibals like to eat best?" she cooed, trying to snap her cunt-hole over the jerking knob of his cock.
"Hot hair pie mostly." Dave licked down her round belly. "Young stuff. With lotssa soft pussy hair and a fat little ass that never sits still."
"My ass never sits still."
"I noticed."
"An" there's all kinds of hair on my pussy."
"Saw that, too."
"Then cannibal meee." Nancy thrusted her cunt up at him. She planted her heels in the soft sand, lifted her ass, and waited to feel the wet warmth of his tongue.
Dave licked down the crease where one creamy thigh met her crotch. "Smells good. Better than the steak we had for dinner."
"Ow!" Nancy bucked as his tongue licked down the pinched crack of her ass. "Not there, silly. The ... ohoh! Other hole! In front. Can't you find it?" She lifted higher still. She touched his head, weaved her fingers through the thick hair, and steered his hot breath to her vulva.
"This the one you mean?" Dave pressed his mouth to her pink cunthole, sucked.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW! That's ... um! So nice, Daddy."
Dave tongued her clit. The tiny hard-on reached for his lips like an educated worm attempting to entice a hungry barracuda. He licked and sucked her slit, returned to her asshole, covered the small slit and blew.
"OHOHOHOH!" Watching his head work between her spread thighs, Nancy tried to keep her hips from pounding her pelvic bone into his forehead. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't persuade her body to lie still. Each time he blew, sending hot wind up her belly, her bottom went crazy ... all by itself, it seemed.
"Anything else I can do for you?" asked Dave.
"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!"
"Like what?"
"Put your thing in me." Nancy steered his face up and over her breasts. She allowed him to roll her onto her side. She kissed him ... smelled her cunt, her asshole, on his lips. She liked the smell. She wondered if all cunts smelled as good, and if there was any fun in doing it with another girl. She'd heard stories about girls doing it together. And she'd read half a book once about lesbians. But she'd never before considered sex with anyone of the same gender. Now, with the fishy stink of her own cunt making her even hotter, she decided she might like to try.
Dave lifted her leg over his thigh. "Want it?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his hard dick in the open lips of her pussy.
"Oh ... I Don't tease anymore, Daddy. I'm so icky!" Nancy reached down between their bodies and gripped his stiff joint. "Put it in," she breathed, setting the glans firmly in her hot little love hole.
Dave lifted her leg higher on his thigh. He gripped one cheek of her ass. "Ready?"
"Oh ... I Can't you feel?" She gripped his ass. She tried to pull, but he was too heavy. "C'mon, Daddy," she yelped. She felt him push, felt the head rake her clit, and stop. "Darn you, Daddy!" She glared at him ... thinking she should have stayed in the bushes, and left him with a hard-on with nothing to put it in. "Stop being dumb," she hollered, angry because he was smiling. Her wet little cunt nipped and tried to draw him in. She eyed the palm tree above them. She was so hot she thought sure she could ram the whole tree up her pussy, and still want more. "Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Finally he stopped smiling and thrusted. She felt his dick sliding in, gyrated her hips and worked her belly until his hair met and tangled with hers. It was an awkward way to fuck though. There was no freedom to move, to screw fast and hard, the way she liked it. "It's no fun this way," she told him. "Get on top. Don't play hard-to-get with my ass anymore."
Nancy felt herself being rolled again. But instead of ending up on the bottom, as she expected, she was on top. She blinked, perplexed.
"Put your knees up," directed Dave.
She obeyed, bringing her knees up on either side of his waist. She raised up on her hands. Now she could see his big cock in her pussy. She lifted her ass. It slid out. She pressed down and watched the hard cylinder drive back. She lifted again and pressed down, lifted and pressed, lifted and pressed and watched the fat thing glide in and out of the hairy brown wedge between her young white thighs. "I like doing it this way," she breathed, looking down into Daddy's handsome face.
Dave tweaked her nipples. "Show me how much, baby."
"This much." Nancy lifted, until only the tip of his dick remained embedded, and feathered it with the cock-swollen lips of her vulva. She watched the veiny shaft throb. She looked from there to his face. He was squinching up. She loved to see him do that. Because when he did, when his handsome, undaddy-like face crinkled up like an old man's, she knew it was good for him, too. She worked her inner cunt muscles loose, pressed down. Again she watched his long gooey member disappear up her bush.
"Ah! You're some fucking kid," gasped Dave.
Nancy sniffled. She was learning to please him, she knew. That she liked, too. Because she was planning on fucking him forever and ever. She felt his teeth at her nipple, his hands all over her lower body. She herself up and down his hard, magnificent cock. Fucking was so good! she thought. Especially with Daddy. She didn't see why anyone would object to it. And she was sorry now that they'd waited so long, until the cruise was underway, to discover how lovely it was to fuck a daddy-dick into a daughter-pussy.
"For a minx who didn't know the first thing about it a few days ago, you sure fuck good." Dave dug his middle finger into the top of her slit. Both finger and dick began pistoning rapidly, the one raking her soldier, the other-the longer, the harder intruder-moving smoothly in and out of the hot grotto between her little-girl legs.
Nancy felt her belly turn over. "It ... it feels like you're all the way up," she gasped. "In my throat almost Hoi ... hold my bottom, Daddy. I love to feel your hands on me there. P-put a finger up there, too."
"Get your mouth down here and kiss me," rumbled Dave. "I ... ah! Ah, Nan! I love to feel you kiss me when I'm ... AH! When I'm coming!"
The thought of him coming, filling her hole with thick cream, tore a strangled cry from Nancy's throat. She pressed her lips to his. His whiskers bruised her cheek. But she didn't care about that. She didn't care about anything ... except maybe the wonderful feeling of his strong hands on her ass. She felt him dig in, fingers deep in the crack, opening her anus. She opened her mouth for his tongue, ground her asshole onto the finger sliding in, and mashed her pussy onto the hardness preparing to wash her vagina with Daddy Love Potion.
"Fuck faster," she mumbled into his mouth. "Make me come with you. Hurry, Daddy. Ow!"
Dave's hips shot high off the white sand. His stiff rod tore in and out of the girl's delectable pussy. His fingers probed her rear hole. His mouth sucked hers. He grunted and fucked his meat furiously into her hot and tight, wet and adorable, pink and brighter pink gash.
Unable to resist, Nancy pulled her mouth away, sat tall, and encircled his prick with thumb and forefinger on each hand. She rode him as a cowboy rides a bucking bronc. "Don't slow down, Daddy," she cried, splaying her fingers into his wiry cock hair, and pressing down each time his stiffness slammed into her. "Fuck it up me," she demanded in a high, almost Hysterical voice. "Harder, Daddy. Harder!"
"Christ, Nan. I can't fuck any harder than I am."
"Yes you can. YES!" Gripping the thick base of his meat, she bounced. She watched it bore into her. Her little cunt felt like a bottomless well. She wished Joey was there. Someone! Anyone with a cock to fill the void in back. She felt Daddy's finger reaming her back there and wished it was thicker, longer. She wished his prick was a palm tree. She wished....
"N-Nan! Hold tight, baby."
"OW! Umowww-WWWWWWWW!" She felt his big dick erupt at the top of her sheath. She bore down with her hands and her pussy ... shuddered and strained as the hot cum shot off and brought her over the hilltop. "Eeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhh," she screamed, knowing they were alone, but not really caring if anyone heard her or not. It was so beautiful! So good! She milked his cream with her cunt, sobbed and wailed. She trembled. She gasped. She looked up at the dark, cloudless sky, saw the stars, closed her eyes and saw brighter stars inside her head. His cock spit and spit. Each spurt sent another shockwave of bliss through her engorged hole. She sucked up his semen, inner cunt muscles working like sponges, like lapping tongues, and whimpered and rode him and begged him not to stop ever.
But it did stop at last, leaving her weak, warm and giddy, wanting to lie snugly in his strong arms, and wait for the now limp joystick to grow hard again. "Hold me, Daddy," she cooed. "Just let's lay here."
Dave took her into his arms. He pressed her small head to his chest. "As if I could do anything else right now," he gasped, sucking huge draughts of breath. "You could teach your mother a few things, Nan. Like how to fuck a man crazy. I don't know what you've got inside you down there-" gently he fingered her sopping wet love hole-"but whatever it is, it's twice as good as anything your old man's ever had." He kissed her forehead, her eyelids. He brushed sand from her hair. "And I think we're gonna start teaching your mother tonight," he added.
Nancy glanced up. "Huh?"
"Me, you, and Joey," said Dave thoughtfully. "There's only one bed in that room, Nan."
"Daddy!" She watched him leer down at her. Did he really intend to screw her in front of Mummy, she wondered. The mere thought made her fidgety. She didn't think Mother would ever consent to that!
"She'll go along," insisted Dave, as if having read her thoughts. "Where the fuck can she go? With the four of us in that bed ... well, you get Joey going, and I'll get her warm, and when we're all ready to fly, we'll jump her!"
"Daddy. Don't be silly."
"Silly? Silly? What's silly about fucking?"
Nancy thought for a moment. "Nothing!" she piped. "Let's get your thing hard and do some more before we go back."