Chapter 8
"Listen to this," said Dave, sitting on the edge of the bed and squinting to read from the travel brochure Pedro Gomez had given him. "Sunday ... arrive Mexico City, where tour guides will be waiting to take you and your luggage to the CONTINENTAL HILTON, where your suite has been reserved. Monday ... today you see the principle points of interest in the city, including the University, the Rivera Murals, Chapultepec Castle where Maxmillian reigned, luncheon at the Normandia, then the Cathedral and the National Palace and craft centers. Tuesday ... the ancient Pyramids of Teotihuacan. Christ! I never even knew they had pyramids anywhere except Egypt."
"Someone once theorized that the Egyptians came across at the Cape of Good Hope," interrupted Alicia, pulling the shorty nightgown on over her head. "They were supposed to have settled in South America, then come up to Mexico." She smoothed the night garment over her breasts, patted her hair. Cocking her head, she glanced at the door to the back room, where Nancy was changing while Joey changed outside. She studied Dave in the dim light from the oil lamp on the table. He was up to something, she knew. "How come you're reading all that travel stuff anyway?"
Dave shrugged. "Curious. Listen to this. After the Shrine of Guadalupe, the place where miracles are supposed to happen, arrive Wednesday at Toluca, and from there to the spa at BAL-NEARIO SAN JOSE PURUA. Then Morelia, Guanajuato, San Miguel, Ellende, Queretaro, and back to Mexico City before sightseeing at Taxco and Cuernavaca. Fifteen days. I'm tempted to extend our vacation and take the damn tour."
"The Princessa sails for Zihuatanejo and Mazatlan day after tomorrow," reminded Alicia.
"No problem there. Gomez said arrangements can be made. He said the passengers do it all the time ... extend their tours, I mean. Says they meet The Princessa, or another yacht from the same line, the next time she ties in here or at a more convenient port of call."
"What about your job?"
"If they can get along without me for two weeks, they can get along without me for a month. Besides ... I'm District Manager now."
Alicia thought about it. She, too, hated to have it end. She looked about the palmleaf beachhouse. The oil lamp danced strange shapes off the walls, the thatched ceiling. Again she studied Dave. He was watching her with an assured glint in his eye. She knew that look! He was scheming! And the bed! Where before it had been huge, more than big enough to accommodate four, it now appeared inordinately small: far too limited to hold the four of them without....
The outside door opened. Joey, barefoot and wearing pajama bottoms like his father, stepped quietly into the room. He closed the door and grinned. The fly of the pajamas bulged slightly. Lord! thought Alicia. The boy maintained a perpetual hard-on.
"I could send a telegram extending my leave of absence," said Dave. "The old man'll consent. And I could cash a check, make the arrangements, and see The Princessa's passenger registrar in the morning."
"I think we better think about it some more," replied Alicia hesitantly. She watched the door to the rear room open, and saw Nancy, wearing a darling pink shorty pajama outfit, enter the room. Was it all really happening, she wondered. Just six short days ago-or was it seven?-they were a middle-class America average family. And now?
Alicia looked from Nancy, to Joey, to Dave. "I think maybe we better get some sleep. Whatever we do, whether we stay or go, it's a long day tomorrow."
Nancy giggled. Without hesitation, she scrambled over the foot of the bed. She slipped beneath the covers. Her tiny hands and wide brown eyes, and the small hillocks below her chin, were the only indications that the lump in the deep mattress beneath the heavy quilt was a highly-sexed, pubescent girl.
"Move over." Joey climbed into bed between Dave and Nancy. He, too, slipped beneath the quilt. He yawned, turned onto his side, and crowded his sister into the wall.
"C'mon!" hollered Nancy.
"You got bony hips," said Joey.
"You got a bony...."
"Knock it off!" commanded Dave, glowering.
Alicia coughed back laughter. The thatched palm leaf walls did little to keep out the night breeze. She felt the cool air on her bare feet and legs, up her nightgown. She gazed into the three pair of eyes watching her from the bed. What were they thinking, she wondered. Were they as conscious of their sex as she was? More so? Less? The salt air from the bay crept across her pussy ... making her shiver. Quickly she doused the oil lamp, padded to the bed, and slipped beneath the covers next to Dave. She stared into the dark. She listened to Nancy's sniffles, Joey's yawns, Dave's grunts, and the night sounds outside the beachhouse. Her cunt felt suddenly huge, big enough to accommodate a ship's crew, a husband, a son. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
Dave felt the mattress shift. Lying on his side, he turned his head and squinted into the dark. "Take off your bottoms," he heard Joey whisper. Again the thick mattress shifted. Sheets rustled. His cock shot up and pressed into the softness of Alicia's thigh. He listened to Nancy's breathing grow labored. He groped for the hem of his wife's nightgown and strained his eyes and ears to see and hear what the kids were doing. His fingers encountered soft blonde pussy hair. Gently he twisted the hair into knots ... waiting for the kids to begin fucking loud enough to make everything they did apparent.
Nancy shimmied out of her pajama bottoms. She lay back and opened and waited for Joey to climb between her legs. She felt his hand at her pussy, cooed. She groped for his hard brother cock. She took the long thing in hand, and guided him, as a seeing eye dog guides its master, into the hot hairy hole between her anxious young thighs. Breathing so fast she thought sure her heart was going to leap from her breast, she wedged the tip between the lips of her cunt. She felt it go in ... shuddered and gasped and lifted her pussy into him. She felt his weight on her belly, felt his stiffness slipping deep in her hole, whimpered and stared in Daddy's direction, then said, "Fuck me, Joey."
Joey humped his hard dick up Nancy's tight sister pussy. Gasping, he cupped her round bottom, felt all over the smooth cheeks, dug his fingers into the crack, and spread her wide. He let his meat soak. "Lift your pajama top," he told her. When she did, baring her lush little tits, he sucked one rubbery nipple into his mouth. He began to stoke. Mouthing her breasts, finger-fucking her asshole, he pistoned his prick in and out of her wet velvet warmth.
Alicia was asleep. She was dreaming. She was in a small cabin in The Princessa's bowels. There were people all around her: men! But was that a girl's fluttering cries she heard? There was a hand on her cunt ... gently fingering her clitoris hard. Um! She liked that! She sighed and opened her legs. But where was Manny? Steve and Jose and the others, she wondered. She was in the small bed, she knew. But she was asleep and the bed wasn't rocking with the motion of the sea. And where were the fat hairy balls, the sweaty bodies, and the seven stiff pricks which were supposed to be taking turns on the holes in her body?
"Yes Manny," she sighed. "All of them. Anything you say. The captain too. The cabin stewards. Only fuck me. Fuck me quick, Manny."
"Who the fuck is Manny?" Alicia's eyes shot open.
"Dave!" she gasped, partially out of surprise, and partially because of the finger stabbing in and out of her wet cunt-hole. She wasn't in the bowels of the yacht, she realized. But the bed was nonetheless rocking with the upsy-downsy motion of the sea. "There's no sea," she murmured groggily.
"What in the hell're you blubbering about now?" growled Dave. He lay over her, propped on one elbow and staring down at her face. His stiff dick was digging hard into the soft flesh of her upper thigh. His finger worked incessantly in and around, up and down her swollen vulva.
"The kids!" whispered Alicia.
"Yeah. But that's natural for kids. They experiment. All the books say so."
"B-books?"
"Sex books. They all say brothers and sisters learn to screw by playing with each other."
My Lord! thought Alicia. She listened. Was that Joey she heard breathing like that? And Nancy? Sweet little Nancy? She moaned. The finger in her cunt was shooting sparks through her lower abdomen. And the rustling noises she heard, the labored breathing, they were the sounds of people fucking ... Joey and Nancy screwing right there beside them in bed. "Don't!" she told Dave, experiencing mixed emotions. One side of her-the parent, the mother, the woman who had felt revulsion when Manny first suggested she screw for the boiler crewas indignant. But the other side of her, the wanton, the one who'd taken Joey's hot cock up her ass a few hours before, felt excruciating excitement.
Ramming his finger roughly into her pussy, Dave said, "The kids're screwing, Alicia. Isn't it great? Listen to them go."
Alicia listened. "Do it, Joey!" she heard Nancy gasp. "Doit! Doit!" She listened and felt the mattress shift farther as Joey slammed faster and faster into his sister. "Oh, God!" she breathed. She wanted to watch, to see her son's meat dart furiously in and out of her lovely young daughter. It was horrid of her, she knew. But she wanted to spring from the bed, light the lamp, and watch every detail.
Close to her ear, Dave said, "Tell me about Manny." He threw one heavy leg between hers. His knee coaxed her legs wide apart. His prick, protruding from the open fly of the pajamas, flattened on her smooth upper thigh. "Isn't he the tall guy aboard the yacht? The one with the tight white pants and the joint three feet long?"
"Y-yes," admitted Alicia. "Did you lay him?"
"S-stop with your finger. You ... you're making me discharge all over the bed."
Dave shoved another rough finger up her gash. His mouth covered the nightgown where the peak of one breast showed through. He wetted the material, blew. "Did you fuck this guy aboard the yacht?" he persisted.
"All right!" Alicia blurted. "All right I fucked him!"
"Who else?" Dave chewed her nipple through the clinging nightgown. He moved up ... rubbing his dick on her thigh ... bringing the glans close to her pulsating cunthole. The fingers not in her pussy dug into the pinched crack of her ass. "Tell me who else!" he demanded.
"A ... A Mexican boy in Puerto Vallarta."
"And?" Dave curled the fingers in her cunt and worked them in and out-like a fat cock.
"J-Joey," Alicia heard herself admitting. She sobbed. The admission sounded foul to her ears. Yet she felt a sudden compulsion to tell everything. "I ... I fucked Joey," she went on. "While you and Nancy were on deck the other night, I sucked his cock and fucked him. He ate my cunt. We fucked and sucked all the time you and Nancy were gone. And before, while you and Nancy were down the beach, he ... I let him shaft my ass. He shot off in my rectum. Twice! I ... I can't help it, Dave. I ... I don't know what's wrong with me. But ever since The Princessa sailed...."
"Know what I was doing while you and Joey were screwing that night?" interrupted Dave. "I was dicking Nancy!" he whispered into the silence. "On deck. In a deck chair. Then in a stall in the Ladies Room. She sucked my cock, too. And while you were fucking the Mexican kid in Puerto Vallarta, I was busting Nan's hot virgin asshole. You name it, Alicia. Me and Nan have done it! Fucking. Sucking. Combinations you wouldn't believe." He popped his wet fingers from her twat, took hold of his joint and set the fat head in the vacancy. "Looks like we're both incestuous rats!" he added lightly.
Alicia gasped at the exact moment that Nancy squealed. She felt Dave's weight coming down on her, felt his cock slipping in, lifted her hips and listened to her daughter reaching orgasm. "It ... it's-terrible," she moaned. "We're horrid. Parents aren't supposed...."
"Who made the rules?" asked Dave, pausing with his dick halfway up her vagina. "Nobody asked me. Or you. Or the kids. Did they?"
Alicia thought about it. Who had made the rules, she wondered. In certain societies, certain tropical countries, fucking your offspring was a common enough practice, she knew. Yet someone, somewhere, sometime had said no! And that single decision, it seemed, made the most natural basic instinct a horrible sin. It seemed absurd in that light. And yet ... ? "S-suppose someone finds out?" she asked impulsively.
Dave drove his meat in to the hilt. "Fuck 'em!"
Moaning, Alicia gripped his broad shoulders, raised her knees and thought how odd it was. She had lived with this man for fifteen years, and only now, because of a business promotion, a white yacht and a man with the unlikely name of Pedro Gomez, was she getting to know him.
And herself! she thought. The week before, she wouldn't have thought herself capable of laying seven men. Or Joey. Or consenting to fuck Dave in the same bed where her teenage son and barely teenage daughter were screwing. She felt Dave's long cock in her pulsating hole, listened to the pleasant after sounds of sex her children were making, and wondered why people were such silly asses.
"Ready for some fun?" asked Dave softly.
Before she could answer, she felt his prick slip wetly from her pussy. "OW! Why must you do that!" she complained. But Dave made no reply. Instead, he eased himself silently off her and out of bed. Her cunt ached like the aftermath of an extracted tooth. She placed her hand there. What in the world was Dave up to now, she wondered. She fucked her fingers in and out of her twat ... waiting for him to return and fill the emptiness. Then suddenly-like the very first sunrise, thought Alicia-a match flared out of the dark, touched a wax wick, and a hazy yellow glow spread warmly through the room.
The first thing Alicia saw was Joey's cock. The boy was lying naked atop the covers, hands behind his head, and the red tip of his stiffness planted in Nancy's face. Nancy's big brown eyes flashed. She, too, was naked. She lay curled on her side, face over her brother's lap, and sucking the swollen red tip in and out of her small pink mouth.
Involuntarily Alicia gasped, "My God!"
"Okay! What goes on?" barked Dave. "Kids! Leave 'em alone for a minute and look!"
Alicia watched Nancy blink. Uncertainty crept into the girl's eyes. No fair, Daddy! the expression on her flushed face said. Slowly she lifted her face from Joey's lap, wiped her lips with the back of one tiny hand and sat with an awkward half grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was adorable! thought Alicia. And her tits! The darling little hillocks thrusted defiant nipples out at the world. A tuft of curly brown hair showed atop and between her closed thighs. She was pink-white and virginal in the soft yellow glow of lamplight.
A sober expression on his face, Dave strode briskly to the foot of the bed. Hands on hips, feet wide apart and long wet cock dangling from the fly of the pajamas, he growled, "Don't you know you ain't supposed to be doing that to your fucking baby sister?"
"But Nancy said...." began Joey, frowning.
"And not only your sister," roared Dave. "But your mother! Behind my back!"
Joey cast an angry glance at his sister. It's okay, right? Who the fuck knocked you in the head? his expression seemed to imply. Then his gaze settled on Alicia, on the slender fingers working between her mother thighs. "Lookit what she's doin'!" he yelped. "Man! How come everybody's pickin' on me?"
Dave undid the rope belt at his waist. The pajamas fell to the dirt floor. His semi-hard cock, like an ostrich's neck, bobbed out and away from his balls. "Because you're not supposed to fuck your mother and sister behind my back," he told Joey. "Only in front of me. And you're not supposed to leave your mother in such a state. And your sister is supposed to be sucking me, not you. Okay?"
Nancy giggled. On her knees, she scrambled to the foot of the bed, and threw her arms around Dave's neck. "Dumb old Daddy," she cooed.
Dave and Joey laughed. Alicia watched Nancy's buttocks tighten as Dave's hand cupped one cheek. Despite herself, despite the warmth spreading through her body, Alicia was mildly embarrassed. Her own children! she thought. She looked at Joey. His gaze was riveted to her gaped open thighs still, she noted. She noted his cock, too. It stood straight up. And now, with both her men naked, she could see that Joey's hard pole was at least an inch shorter than Dave's. And she had thought it so huge! Yet it was big enough: ample long and hard enough to do what she wanted. She withdrew her hand from her cunt; and, shedding the last inhibition, held her juicy fingers up to the boy's nose.
"Man!" Grasping her slim wrist, Joey kissed and licked the wetness from her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, one by one, and spit them out clean. He grinned. "Hey, Ma," he yelled. "You're the only one with fuckin' clothes on!"
"Well, we can fix that!" Releasing Nancy, Dave stepped out of the pajamas and climbed over the foot of the bed. He gripped his wife's ankles. "Let's get her amidships first," he told Joey.
"Hey!" Alicia felt herself being lifted. Her ass came up off the bed, and was set down again where the mattress sagged most. Joey tugged at her arms. The rest of her body tumbled into the center of the bed. Bug-eyed, breathless, she watched them kneel around her; Dave between her legs, and Joey and Nancy on either side.
"Sit up," Joey directed.
"Yeah! Give the kid room to work," agreed Dave.
"Oh, Mummy. Yours is so pretty," whispered Nancy, running tiny fingers through her mother's blonde bush.
Alicia felt the night garment being lifted off over her head by Joey. She raised her arms-feeling girlish and lightheaded and somewhat silly. She felt Nancy's hand at her wet cunt-hole, and said, "OW!" Then she was naked, looking from one ... to the other ... to the other.
Nancy cocked her cute head. Chewing her lip, she asked, "Is it any fun with two girls, Mummy? I mean ... with sucking each other and feeling and rubbing and all?"
"Why not try it and see?" suggested Dave.
"Dave!" cried Alicia.
"Won't hurt to try, luv." Dave spread her legs wider apart, opening her cunt to the fullest. He inched back on his knees. "Go to it, Nan. Suck her pussy."
"Nancy, don't!" gasped Alicia. She tried to twist away. But Dave held her ankles, and Joey, her Joey, gaze nailed to the hairy arena of the scene about to unfold, held her shoulders. She struggled and watched her daughter's small head come down on her.
"I won't hurt you, Mummy," mumbled Nancy. Eyes once more bright, she lowered her face, her lips, to the hair place between her mother's quivering thighs.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!" panted Alicia as the girl's slippery tongue licked up one side of her vulva and down the other. It was unbearable. Unbearably good! She'd never before considered this, either. There were so many things she'd never considered before The Princessa introduced them to the slow and easy, uninhibited life. "It ... it ... it's not f-fair," she stammered.
"What's not fair?" asked Dave, hooking his hands at the crook of her knees and arranging her lower limbs like a frog's legs.
Alicia strained upward. "I ... I should ... oh! OH! I should be sucking her while she's sucking me," she finally blurted.
"Oh, Mummy." Without hesitation, Nancy shifted around on the bed. "Do it, Mummy. Lap at my mother-loving ol' snatch," she cooed.
Alicia saw her daughter's sweet brown wedge lowering itself to her face. And Nancy's asshole! It was so pink! She'd never before seen such pinkness. She gripped the slim thighs on either side of her head, lifted her vulva into Nan's tongue, and opened her mouth for the wet hole coming down, down, down until the pinkness of both lovely slits was mashed into her face.
"Holy shit!" proclaimed Joey, slowly whacking himself off. "Manoman, Pop! Wow!"
Dave, his prick full hard and standing away from his cock hair like the bow mast on a ship, slipped one hand down Nancy's spine, over and down her rump and into the crack of her up-thrust ass. The girl moaned. Fingers probing her anus, Dave moved to the head of the bed. He kneeled behind her. "Hold tight, honey," he said. "I got a present coming up your asshole."
Sucking Nancy's hot little cunt, Alicia watched Dave set the ferocious glans of his dick in the tiny pink aperture so close to her face. Dave's nuts touched her 'brow, lay there. She reached for them. Licking furiously, drinking deep of the smell of cunt, she cupped her husband's balls and watched the fat tip of his meat disappear. She heard Nancy cry out in pleasure-pain! The cunt in her face bucked and dripped. She sucked up the juices. The tongue in her own cunt moved faster. Alicia sucked and gyrated and moaned and watched the rest of Dave's still cock burrow into the pink tightness of Nancy's cute little behind.
Joey, apparently having tired of whacking himself off, reached for a pillow. "Lift up some," he directed his mother, and, when she complied, stuffed the double-up pillow under her hips. He fell with his face between her legs. "Lemme lick some, too," he balked at Nancy. "You lick the top, her clit, and I'll lick the bottom and her asshole. We'll suck 'er good!"
"Joey, OWWWWWWWWWW!" Alicia thrashed. She smelled and ate Nancy's hot hole, watched Dave's dick begin to piston rapidly, felt the two slippery tongues vying for possession of her pussy and asshole, and thought, MY GOD! THEY'RE KILLING ME!
"Your asshole gets ... ahhhhhh! Tighter every motherfucking time!" In swift, mighty drives, Dave fucked his long dick into Nancy. He bent far over her back, held her little-girl titties-as if her breasts were knobs of rock, her rump a mountain, and he was a climber trying to scale the summit-and pistoned his shit-smeared hard-on in and out of the tiny hole low between her buttocks. He grunted. In the dim light from the oil lamp, the whisper of a breeze coming through the palm leaf walls of the beach house, he humped his stiff prick violently into the tight willing bull's-eye of his young daughter's rear.
Alicia watched and felt and listened to flesh slapping flesh. Sweat poured from every pore in her tense body. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs were constricted. But her cunt was wide open: sucked air from the mouths of her children. She felt Joey's tongue-was it Joey's tongue?-wash her raw sphincters. She felt the other tongue-Nancy's! Or was that one Joey's? She felt the other tongue lap back and forth across her clit. She no longer could tell, nor did she care, which was which. They were a pile of bodies. Hot flesh. Pussy and dick and asshole and red-hot tongue. No longer were they mother and father and daughter and son. Now they were panting receptacles. Takers. No longer givers. Each strived, as she was striving, to reach the white-hot place. There were devious routes. Joey was doing it through sucking. Dave was doing it through the white and shit-smeared cylinder plowing into the hot hole above her eyes. Nancy was doing it all ways. And she? Alicia? She fucked her cunt up off the pillow, sucked and smelled, watched and listened and fought to reach orgasm with every tense muscle in her body.
Dave stopped pistoning. Gasping, hips tight and grinding against Nancy's young buttocks, he choked, "Nancy baby. Baby! Baby! Baby! Babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Nancy, too, cried out. She yelled something incoherent into the fat mother cunt she was sucking, and worked her hips round and round on the meat up her asshole. Tremors passed through her body. Her cunthole snapped and leaked its sticky juices.
Alicia was smothered with thighs and cock and balls-pussy and stinking asshole. She watched the big hairy nuts over her face jerk. Dave was coming, she knew. His low-slung sacs seemed to take a breath ... then spit the cumload up Nancy. Greedily she sucked the girl's cunt. She saw the thick base of Dave's meat expand and contract. And then, like lava overflowing the mouth of a volcano, the hot sticky man-cream seeped out. A mere trickle at first ... Dave straining. But as Dave began to hump once more, fucking the thick spurts of gism up Nancy's rectum, the gooey stuff flowed out and down and mingled with the girl's cuntjuice. Alicia sucked. The cream seared her lips. She lapped it from the girl's cunthole. She licked back ... cleaning the roots of Dave's rod. Her tongue played at the girl's tiny asshole each time the fat meat pulled back. The smell overpowered her; twat and rectum and sweat from Dave's wrinkled balls. She thought she might faint. But she pounded her pussy up off the pillow, striving to hurdle the peak Dave and Nancy had reached, and drank the thick goo splashing like a summer shower over her face.
"Mamaaa ... !" Joey bared his teeth in a grimace. Driving one finger high in his mother's pinched asshole, he fucked his cock into the soft bedsheets. His mouth came away from the sloppy wet mother pussy he'd been sucking. He kissed Nancy. The two joined lips. And as Joey shot off-dry-fucking his load into the mattress as he sucked Nancy's mouth-and Dave and Nancy spewed the last of their sticky bliss; the bed rocking, swaying rhythmically, as if they were far out at sea aboard The Princessa, Alicia, too, body singing as never before, found the hot place.
She felt her body arch up, spine bent like a bow pulled taut to fire an arrow. She felt Joey's hand come down on her pussy, and rub and rub, round and round, while the middle finger of his other hand slipped in and out of her anus. She drove her hard clit into the boy's palm. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she heard herself grunt, as if from far away. She sucked the last of the delicious juice from Nan's sweet vulva, licked up the last of Dave's semen, closed her eyes and let the sensations whip her hips, tear her belly, fill her windpipe and shoot up to explode through the top of her head. It was as if the top of her skull was screwed on, the orgasm had started it spinning, and now, as the electric tingles ignited her wet mother pussy, the skullcap was being lifted and flung into the air. She knew it was so. She knew because the top of her head, her brain, was cold. She felt her skull zipping loose. She was freezing hot. Dry ice. Smoking. A woman, a woman being fucked, from head to toe.
Later. Near morning, Alicia supposed. The oil was low in the glass base of the lamp on the roughly hewn table. She thought she detected the faint red glow of sunrise beyond the small window in the wall opposite the foot of the bed. She heard breathing. Heavy. Even. A slight snore. They'd slept. And now she was the only one of the four awake ... groggy, warm, and content.
Outside, the white beach was noisy with gulls. The palms were alive with birds of strange plumage and even stranger cries. The sea rushed in with its gift of shells and microscopic creatures, and from the trees the birds swooped down. The gulls dove, soared aloft with breakfast clamped tight in their beaks. Day was breaking.
Cautiously, so as not to disturb Dave and the kids, Alicia stretched her arms. She smiled to herself. She and Dave and the kids were a mass of tangled limbs. To her right, leg flung over her thigh, hand limp on her belly, lay Joey. Behind him-as if she were the boy, Joey the girl, and she was about to ram him doggy style-one small arm draped over her brother's shoulder, lay Nancy. And to her left, hand heavy on her breast, slept Dave. Both he and Joey had their usual morning piss hard-ons. She lay trapped between them, one leg flung wide under Joey, the other thigh against Dave's rigid tool.
Joey stirred. The hand on her round belly slipped lower. Alicia watched the boy's eyes flutter open. He blinked at her sleepily, yawned and said something which sounded like, "Hum goo' morn' Ma." The hand on her belly reached her pussy and lay there.
Alicia felt the hard crust on the sheet beneath her right leg. She remembered now. Cum! Poor Joey! she thought. While everyone else had had their fun, he was forced to pound his meat into the mattress. Slowly, not wanting to wake Dave, she turned onto her side ... away from her husband's hand and cock. Facing the boy, she asked, "Is that for me?"
"Huh wha ... ?" Joey blinked the last fuzz of sleep from his eyes and looked at his crotch.
"This!" Alicia closed her cool fingers on his morning stiffness. "Ummm! It's like a crowbar this morning." She moved her hand up and down his prick. She kissed his nose, his lips. She shifted until the hand on her pussy rested at her swollen and tender cunthole.
"You're swell, Ma," said Joey. "I bet nobody's got a mother like you. I bet...."
"Shhh! You'll wake them." Alicia indicated Dave and Nancy. "And then we'll have to share this." She jerked hard on his cock. "And Mother wants it all to herself this morning." She steered the glans to her vulva, set it in. "Push in, dear. Fuck me good morning."
"Man, it's hot! Man, Ma!" Joey pushed his meat into her. It glided up her hole without resistance. "You're ... um man! Ah! Gettin' bigger down there."
"Don't talk now. Fuck!" Alicia covered his lips with her moist, open mouth. Her cunt sucked his dick deep. She hugged him to her and set her hips moving in a steady fuck motion. She reached orgasm almost before he began to stroke. But she continued to screw her pelvis, her belly, her stretched pussy into him until the boy, too, shot off. Her cunt drank his love proclamation and hungered for more.
"I gotta piss," said Joey, a happy grin on his face. Without waiting for her to reply, he yanked his meat from her twat, threw Nancy's arm from his shoulder and leaped from the bed.
Alicia couldn't help but smile. She watched the boy fly nude from the beach house; watched Nancy's brown eyes flutter open. Rolling onto her stomach, chin propped in the cradle of her hands, she watched her daughter stretch the stiffness from her little-girl limbs. She watched her yawn luxuriously ... small breasts almost flat as she twisted and wiggled like a playful kitten. Amazed at how lovely her children were, she watched the girl glance down, crinkled her nose, and move tiny fingers through her curly brown bush.
"Oh, darn! I'm all stuck together," pouted Nancy.
Alicia cuddled the girl. Outside, the sun was coming up warm and casting its yellow-red fire over the bay. The window opposite the foot of the bed was a square of bright light shafting through the two-room beach house. Alicia felt the warmth on her backside. Was it real, she wondered. Could anything be so lovely and still be true? She could hear the hissing surf at the foot of the beach not a hundred feet from their door. "We can go for a swim," she told Nancy. "Okay?"
"Gee, I almost forgot where we were," piped Nancy. Twisting free of her mother, she started from the bed, stopped. Sighing, glancing back over her shoulder from the edge of the bed, she added, "I wish we could stay here forever, Mummy. Just me, you, Daddy, and Joey. I wish we never had to leave."
Coming off the bed, Alicia took hold of her daughter's hand and started for the door. She looked back at Dave. He was sleeping as sound as a baby. She recalled what he had said about extending the trip another couple of weeks.
They spent most of the day on the beach ... swimming nude ... not caring if anyone saw. Dave went into town to see Pedro Gomez and the cruise registrar, and returned with bagfuls of food. They ate fruit and drank the icy well water from the pump in the sink. Nightfall found them seated again around the blazing charcoal pit, dressed now, for no particular reason, and savoring the smells wafting off the soot-blackened grate. They walked the beach and made love in the sand; she and Joey, Dave and Nancy, side by side. Then they swam again ... until exhaustion tugged at their eyelids, and they shuffled back to the palmleaf beach house and fell together, bodies straining for fulfillment, into the huge feather bed.
They slept late next morning. The Princessa was scheduled to cruise out of port at noon, and they'd decided to watch her sail from the beach at the edge of the bay. The yacht would pass them a mile out, Dave had learned, and Alicia-as if seeing it leave would verify what they'd decided-wanted to watch it go.
They donned towels. They ate breakfast of fruit and drank coffee perked over the charcoal pit. Then they strode to the water's edge, sat and watched fishing boats glide like slow-motion ice skaters across the distant blue horizon.
"Oh ... I Let's do something!" complained Nancy after more than an hour of waiting. She sat with knees raised, hugging her legs. The sun had turned her fair skin a red-brown ... except for the creamy area showing beneath the hem of the towel.
"If you don't put your legs down," said Joey, rolling close to his sister and running a hand down the back of one raised thigh, "I sure know what I'm gonna do. Man! I can see all the way up your pussy, Nan. Chrissakes!"
As far as the eye could see, noted Alicia, the beach was their own. And she, too, was growing restless. She watched Joey wrestle Nancy down to the sand and climb between the girl's kicking legs. They tussled until Nancy's towel came undone. Then Joey threw off his loincloth towel and rubbed his limp cock in her pussy hair. Despite the girl's giggling efforts to smack his hands away, Joey palmed her breasts. They struggled until Nancy tired, lay still, and allowed her brother to explore every inch of the alabaster flesh at breast and navel.
Dave watched the kids. Turning to him, Alicia challenged, "Well? Are you just gonna lay there and be outdone by a fifteen-year-old?" She made a grab for the towel at his waist. The knot came undone. She eyed his limp prick. "Poor baby," she whispered, kissing the brown pennies on either side of his chest and weaving her fingers through his coarse cock hair. She felt strong hands at her hips. She allowed him to pull her down atop his hard naked body.
In less time than it takes a trained dog to sit up on its haunches and beg for a biscuit, Dave's cock grew hard. Alicia felt it, like hot steel, wedged between their lower bodies. Licking his nipples, she pressed the softness of her belly into him. She felt the fine salt mist on her buttocks as the towel was torn from her body and flung down the beach. Dave's hands gripped her bottom, rolled the cheeks, rubbing the halves together and creating an exquisite friction in her pussy.
"Not there, silly," objected Nancy.
Dave laughed. "Like father like son," he said, watching Joey try to ram the tip of his rod up his sister's rear hole.
"I married an asshole bandit." Alicia lifted to allow his stiff dick to spring out from under her belly. She trapped it. Looking back, over her shoulder, she could see the fat glans protruding between the back of her thighs and at the crack of her ass. She rested her head on his chest ... content for the moment to lie there watching the kids and feeling her husband pulse between her legs.
"Daddy did me there two nights in a row," protested Nancy as Joey pursued his objective. "C-mon, don't! I'm all sore back there."
"I'll fix that, hey!" Joey slithered down her body. His face disappeared low between her parted thighs.
"Umm!" gulped Nancy.
"Better?"
"Um-hm!" Nancy raised her knees: Presenting a better target for her brother's darting tongue. She chewed her lip. She bucked her ass off the sand. Reaching down between her legs, she cupped her hands over his ears and pressed his face, his mouth, his tongue, into her sore asshole and proceeded to lick awhile.
For a moment, Joey seemed content to suck. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something he'd left undone, he withdrew his face from her crotch, slithered back up her body, and, one hand wrapped tight around the roots of his stiff cock, began humping it into the hot little slit he'd wetted.
"Oh, darn. Oh! OH!" Tiny hands balled into fists at his chest, Nancy tried to lift him. But as the stiffness bored into her, prying open her sore asshole, the fists uncurled. And as the length of the boy's member disappeared, the hands began to caress.
"Still sore?" asked Joey.
"Yes!"
"Want me to stop?"
"Nooo!" Raising her legs to his waist, Nancy locked her slim ankles. Her ass began to piston off the sand.
From where they lay, a few feet away and below the kids, Alicia and Dave could see their son's dick drilling in and out of their daughter's trembling behind. Together they watched the girl's hips begin an exaggerated bump and grind. They watched Joey fuck it into his sister as a gunboy reams the muzzle of a cannon. The heat building in their bellies threatened to explode. Dave's cock jerked between her legs and Alicia knew it was time, past time, to do more than watch. She opened her legs, straddled him, and tried to draw his meat up her wet cunthole.
"Go down on me," said Dave.
"After we...."
"Now! Gimme a blowjob." As Nancy had done a moment before, Dave cupped his hands at her ears and began steering her face down his body. "Put it in your mouth, Alicia. After watching you with Nan the other night, I keep seeing your tongue in my dreams. Suck me off."
Although she wanted to feel a dick spit off in her belly, Alicia saw the magnificent thing approaching her face, saw the purple-red glans, the veiny shaft-so unlike Joey's smooth outer jacket of skin-saw the thick pulsing cord along the curved underside, and willingly rearranged her body. Lying full length on the warm sand between his spread legs, she took hold of the rigid monster. Before Manny, before the cruise, she hadn't cared much for cock-sucking. But now, with Dave's big dick so close to her lips, the saliva in her throat thickened to the texture of cotton. Her head reeled. She moved her cheek lovingly up and down the hard shaft. Cupping his huge, hairy balls, she held the fiery thing and placed wet kisses over the glans. She licked the tiny aperture ... working the tip of her tongue into the slit ... tasting the salty residue of cum and the bitterness of piss. She found it incredible that such an ungraceful thing could do such magnificent things, create such pleasure, make her gyrate and strain to please it while pleasing herself. She explored every inch. She. stroked it until a glistening bead of lubricant appeared at the tip. Greedily, she lapped the miniature jewel into her mouth.
"Jesus Christ," groaned Dave. "Put the fuckin' thing in your mouth before I blast a hole through the sky." Taking firm hold on her head, he pressed the tip of his joint to her lips. "Do a good job or you're fired. Remember you got competition now. And Nan's pretty good."
Alicia knew he was joking. They were closer now than they'd been since the first weeks of their marriage. But now she wanted to be good ... extra special! She wanted to love him the best way she knew how. So she opened her lips on the bulbous head of his dick, wetted it, let her spittle drip down the shaft and rubbed it in with her hand, and pressed her face down. Slowly, savoring every hard inch, making him gasp and thrash about on the warm sand, she took him into her hot, wet and ready mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it, Alicia!"
Watching the kids, watching Joey's meat dip deep into Nancy, Alicia took the length of his dick into her face. His cock hair tickled her nose. She snorted, thereby stifling a sneeze, She moved her head up and down ... smelling the acrid stink of his balls and asshole ... kneading his sacs. She sucked him deep and held, and as he lifted up off the sand-as if trying to drive his stiffness through the back of her skull-she drew back until his rod almost escaped, then drove her mouth down flush with his cock hair once more.
"Oh Christ! Christ Jesus, that's great! Ah! Alicia. Alicia baby. Al-i-cia!"
She sucked. She sucked until her lips were swollen and a bright red circle appeared around her mouth. She slipped a slender finger into the tight split up his muscular buttocks. His asshole was guarded by thick tufts of hair as wiry as the stuff surrounding his rod. But she found the tight hole. And as Dave twisted his hips up off the sand, grinding his meat into her face, on the blind brink of orgasm, Alicia shoved her finger way up. She ground it in to the hilt. She sucked his prick back to the gate of her gullet, tightened her lips at the thick, hairy base, squeezed his balls, and wiggled the finger embedded in his rectum.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried and Alicia felt the cream pouring off in her mouth. It was the thickest-so thick it came like whipped cream from the mouth of an aerosol can instead of in spurts-the hottest, the most magnificent load. She gulped it. She drew her mouth back to the head, worked her tongue in the aperture ... coaxing more. And when more came, she drove her head down ... sucking him back in to the hilt ... noisily gulping the new load ... watching her children ... drinking her husband's cum, fondling his balls, and working the stink-finger buried deep in his manly asshole.
Far out in the bay, silent, unnoticed, its white hull slicing cleanly through the warm waters off the Mexican Riviera, The Princessa was setting a course for Zihuatanejo ... minus the Benedicts. It would return in thirteen days. And perhaps Dave and Alicia, Joey and Nancy would be waiting to board her next time she tied in at Acapulco. Or the time after that. Or perhaps never.