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Chapter 4

The days were narrowing down to vacation time and as we had breakfast one morning, Daddy reached out and took my hand in his.

"Baby, we need a vacation," he smiled.

"Where? When? Oh, Daddy, I love you, I love you." I got out of my chair, walked back of his and threw my arms around him and hugged him. We had to get away from all the pressures. And maybe this vacation would help solve some of the turmoil that whirled around me.

"I've decided on Acapulco," he smiled. "Yes… Mexico City and Acapulco. They've got a great bargain on a charter flight leaving from O'Hare Airport just one week after you get out of school. How does that sound to you?"

"Oh, wonderful… wonderful… I love you, Daddy, gotta' run to school or I'll be late." Marve's honking never stopped until I ran out the door.

"Goodbye, baby," Daddy called after me as I dashed down the walk to meet Marve.

"We're going to be late," he complained as usual. But we weren't. Opening bell rang just as he pulled into the parking lot. By running, we made it. After school I had a chance to tell Marve about our vacation.

"I don't like it," he snapped.

"Why not?"

"What am I going to do for fucks when you're gone?"

"Oh, I'm sure you will find all the available ass floating about in school. As a matter of fact I've heard you aren't as loyal to me as you'd like to have me think you are."

"I swear on a stack of Bibles you are the only chick I've been balling," he said angrily.

"I'm flattered," I sighed, "but I still don't believe you." Marve didn't say another word. He clammed up like this whenever he didn't get involved in a hot argument for fear he might blurt the truth out.

Finally the big day came-Mexico City, Acapulco. I'd seen Elvis on TV in "Fun in Acapulco" and now I was going to see the place for real.

"Got your ticket in your hand?" Daddy asked me as he finished checking our luggage in.

"Here it is," I smiled, holding up my ticket.

"Good," he nodded, "we can't afford any foul-ups. Now let's go to our waiting section because we should be boarding the plane any minute."

We found it at the far end of the enormous lobby, and slumped exhaustedly into the chairs where we were supposed to wait. At last they announced, "Flight No. 456 to Mexico City now loading."

"That's us," Daddy said, rising. He walked quickly to the man taking the tickets and checking us off on the flight list. We walked through a brief tunnel and right onto the huge jet. Soft music was playing and stewardesses were handing out magazines and newspapers.

About fifteen minutes later, the doors were closed and the great engines were turned on. We taxied around the field for a few minutes, and then the engines gunned for the take-off. At last we were in the air. I looked back to see Chicago spread out below, and Lake Michigan looked so blue, so beautiful. I could see buildings I knew.

"There's the Wrigley Tower."

"See the Merchandise Mart?" Dad asked.

"Yes… and over there is Prudential Tower… " After we had climbed to what the voice on the speaker said was 30,000 cruising altitude, they took our orders for dinner. Flying was always exciting to me. Yet, I didn't dare think of Mom's fiery plane crash. Daddy and I vowed never to mention it again for as long as we lived.

I fell asleep after dinner and then I remembered, waking up as Daddy nudged my shoulder.

"We're arriving, honey," he whispered just as the voice on the loud speaker system informed us. "We're arriving in Mexico City. The temperature is seventy and it is nine p.m. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and that you will travel with us again when you fly south of the border, down Mexico way."

"Oh, look at the lights," I gasped in happy surprise. Spread out before us on a thousand hills were shimmering lights, glistening in the black velvet night.

"It is beautiful," Daddy smiled softly. When we got off the plane, a taxi sped us to our downtown hotel, the Bamer, situated right across from the beautiful central park of downtown Mexico City.

We had a room on the fifteenth floor. I stepped out on our balcony and looked at the lights shining in the park, the traffic surging far below, and then Daddy asked, "See that white pillared building to the right of the park?"

"Oh, yes, the one that's all lit up."

"That's the opera house. We're going to see the Ballet Folkloric there tomorrow night."

I threw my arms around Daddy, hugging him close to my body. Instantly, I felt his huge peter pressing against me.

"Oh, Debbie, you're driving me crazy," he panted, as he got the wild look in his eyes, and his mouth once again crushed against my lips, his chest pressed hard against my breasts. I couldn't push him away, he'd done so much for me, bringing me all the way to Mexico City to show how much he loved me.

His tongue found mine. Faster and faster our hot tongues flicked up and down in our tongue-sex-prelude.

"Let's undress and do it now… before we go to see anything. I've got to have you."

The intensity with which he spoke told me the urgency of his feelings. Swiftly I stripped, and he undressed just as quickly. His huge pecker was standing up rigid, ready, anxious.

Walking to him. I instantly dropped to my knees. How I loved to see him from this angle. I reached out, pulling his thick member to my mouth.

"Debbie, you do love me, don't you?"

"You bet I do," I told him, thrusting my tongue out to lick on the head of his beautiful prick. He slid it in slowly, pulling it out and shoving it back. I got a charge out of watching the huge thing slide way out, then thrilled to his giving it back to me again.

"Suck it, honey," he panted, "Suck Daddy's dick… ohhhh, lover, I need it… suck… suck."

At this point, his reserve vanished. He was becoming frantic as he fucked. Ramming the whole thing down my throat, he reached down to grip my head and hold me impaled over his penis.

"Suck, suck, suck that cock," he gasped, driving his meat all the way down my throat unmercifully…

"Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it," he moaned as he thrust it fiercely in and out.

The smell of his crotch, the sweat pouring down his body, the feel of his fingers in my hair, all added to the enormous delight I was taking from sucking him off.

"Suck it, suck… ohhhh,. ahhhh, suck my prick… suck"

I knew such huge thrills could never last long. Yet I wished I could hold back time, so I could stop the clock at this most thrilling moment of sex I'd ever known.

"Ohhhh, baby, I'm shooting, I'm there… don't stop now… eat me… eat my stuff," he demanded, as his penis shot its thick creamy load of cum.

I reached out, and with my full hands squeezed his buttocks towards me. He always loved it when I gripped his ass.

"Suck it clean, honey… get that juice, lick it all up, baby… suck Daddy's dong."

His dirty-talk always turned me on. I was trembling with excitement, as I slid off my true love's penis. I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. As I lay on the bed, I looked up at him and worshipped him.

"Kiss me, Daddy… kiss me," I begged. He lay beside me and, wrapping his arms around me, started kissing. He kissed my face, licked my lips and tickled my ear with his tongue. Marve was nothing compared to Daddy. Marve was coarse, crude and knew so little about how to make a woman sexually satisfied, I found myself wondering why on earth I ever let him fuck me in the first place.

"Eat me," I sighed, "Oh, Daddy, eat my box."

"I got something to make it nice," he grinned, walking over to his suitcase. I watched as he leaned on an elbow to see what on earth he'd brought with him.

"See," he smiled, holding up a small plastic container. When he got closed, I saw the words honey, written in red. I couldn't figure it out.

"Why did you bring that along?"

"Just wait and you'll see," he smiled knowingly. He reached down and put the nozzle of the yellow plastic container in my slit, and squeezed.

"That feels funny," I giggled.

"But it tastes so good," he laughed, licking his lips dramatically.

"Oh, I get it… you're going to eat honey out of my box?"

"That's right, baby doll," he smiled. When I was properly squirted with honey, he crouched at my crotch. Eagerly he licked along my sweetened little slit, and suddenly he slid his tongue in my twat and went to town.

"Oh, Daddy, I love that, I love that," I gasped as his tongue twirled around in my snatch. He flicked it back and forth with such speed I gushed. My cum mixed with the honey and, judging from the way he dove right in, it must have tasted mighty good to him.

"Suck me, Daddy, suck me," I stammered as his wild tongue did its beautiful thing in my hot, honey-coated box. When he pulled off me, I told him, "Oh, Daddy, ohhhh, that was beautiful."

Licking his lips, with satisfaction, he grinned, "let's go out on the town."

"I'd love to… this is the most exciting night I've ever lived."

"You know something?" he glowed.

"I don't know anything," I laughed.

"Well I sure know tonight was the most fun I ever had," and then he hugged me tightly, kissing my hair gently.

We got dressed and went to the top of the Latino Tower for dinner. Once again, the lights all around the city thrilled me. After a fabulous steak, green salad and dessert we went back to our room.

The next morning, we took a taxi out to the pyramids. The huge, old Aztec monuments to the Sun God, and the Moon God fascinated us both.

"They used to take a young girl to the top of that one," Dad pointed, to the Pyramid of the Sun, "and chop her heart out as an offering to appease the angry gods."

"How horrible," I gasped. "Don't tell me any more stories like that… I'd rather not know."

After seeing the Floating Gardens, the palace on the hill overlooking Chapultepec Park, we booked our flight to Acapulco. The next morning, we got up bright and early and were ready for the airport bus, when it pulled up to the Bamer. The small plane that flew us to Acapulco was more fun in some ways than the big jet. As we soared over the blue seas, and the green mountains rose in the background, the overpowering beauty of the entire area amazed me. We had rooms at La Playa at Caleta Beach. The taxi driver explained Caleta meant Morning and they had tagged it Morning Beach because the sun always comes up and shines early at this enchanted arch of beauty.

"I'm going to get some shut-eye," Daddy said, "I'm still conked out from too much tequila last night."

"Guess I'll get a suntan," I told him. "We get so little in Chicago all year I need one."

So I slipped into my white bikini while Daddy undressed and went to bed. I wondered if perhaps he wasn't hinting for me to have sex with him. It sure did appear that way but I wanted to check the beach action out.

"See you later, Dad. Now, get a good rest."

"Yes," he said softly as he drifted off to sleep, "take care, honey."

"I will," I assured him quietly as I closed the door and walked down the hall to the elevator. When I walked out on the beach I saw an awful lot of people were enjoying the sunshine. I threw down my beach towel and sunglasses and ran right into the blue, clear water.

I hadn't been swimming for five minutes before a handsome dark-skinned Mexican boy with flashing brown eyes, swam right up to me and asked, "Senorita, can you swim?"

"Why, yes," I laughed.

"See if you can swim over to those rocks," he smiled, and before I could say one word, he turned and began swimming swiftly through the waters, heading for the rocks.

I decided to show him I could swim and swim fast. So, I plunged right in and followed. He beat me, of course, because he started first (and he was a fantastic swimmer). Jumping out of the waters, the sun made his brown body glisten. What a handsome young man. Instantly I felt sexy, and felt I must have him. He pulled out of the water onto the rocks and ran until I couldn't see him. I followed, getting my feet bruised a bit on the coarse rocks. As I searched for him I realized it was a rocky, somewhat remote island. And from the backside of the rocky piece of land projecting out of the sea, nobody could see us. We were alone.

"Why don't you take a sun bath?" he smiled from behind a rock.

I said nothing, but reached back and undid my bikini bra. My boobs popped out in their new-found freedom and so did his eyes.

When I continued, sliding out of my bikini bottoms, I saw his jaw hang slack.

"Why don't you sun bathe?" I smiled.

He gulped, slid down his swim shorts and his dagger-like penis popped up in all its splendor. I walked over to him, kneeling uncomfortably on the rocks and pulled his thick member to my mouth.

"Ohhh, suck it, senorita, suck me."

It didn't have to beg for long, as I wanted him as much as he could have possibly wanted me. I sucked around the huge head, and soon he plunged his penis down my throat and began fucking fast. I kept him doing this, for a couple of minutes, but I wanted to have him shove his gun up my cunt, instead of shooting off in my mouth. That could come later. But now, I must have him fucking my cunt.

When I pulled off, he looked nervous and anxious.

"What's your name?"

"Manuel," he replied, "what's your name senorita?"

"Debbie."

"I have to fuck you," he said, intensely.

I lay down, spreading my legs for him. It didn't take him long to straddle me. I looked at his huge penis, and pulled it to my pussy. He put the tip of it in slowly and rammed it up me. My body vibrated with passion and excitement as he fucked away. I reached around to grip his pumping buttocks, sliding one finger up his asshole. He dug that.

"That feels good," he smiled, "ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming." His penis exploded in my pussy and I churned my ass around to milk it dry.

"You are very good screw," he grinned, as he pulled his prick out of my cunt.

"We must do it again," I told him, anxious to try all I knew on his beautiful body. The problem would be how to avoid Daddy's watchful eyes.

"Where you stay?"

"At the La Playa on the beachfront."

"Tomorrow morning I see you again… what time?"

I calculated we'd have breakfast between nine and ten and figured I could be free by eleven, providing my father didn't have something else in mind.

"I see you tomorrow," he smiled, slipping into his tight-fitting swim trunks. I got into my bikini but not before he had vanished around the other side of the rocks. When I did spot him, he was swimming in the sparkling waters quite a distance away. What speed he had. I decided I'd better return to Daddy anyway. He'd wonder what on earth happened to me.

I dove from the rocks and swam to shore. When I got out of the water, Manuel was nowhere in sight. I hurried back to the hotel and it didn't take me long to get up to our rooms. I was surprised to find Daddy still sleeping. I was about to walk out when he spoke.

"Debbie."

"Yes, Daddy… "

"Come over here… "

"Yes, Daddy," I smiled, walking over to the bed. Quickly I slipped under the covers.

"Let Daddy hold his little girl," he whispered, pulling me closer. I soon realized he was bare.

"Oh, you feel so good," he breathed excitedly. His fingers swiftly undid my bra and my boobs were soon being licked by him. At the same time, his hands groped down to pull my briefs off. Once I was naked I felt his fingers working on me down there.

"I have a new way for us to screw," he smiled.

"How?"

"From behind."

"From behind?"

"Up the asshole," he said, feeling of my buttocks with his full hand. "Honey, get on all fours and let's try it."

Reaching down I gripped his enormous tool. It was so big and thick I didn't think he'd ever get it up my tight asshole.

"Hurry up, baby doll, Daddy's loaded."

"Alright, but don't kill me with that big old prick of yours," I told him flatly as I threw back the covers and got on all fours.

As I waited for him to fool around in the bathroom hunting for something or other, I looked at myself in the mirror. What a ridiculous position, I thought. My fanny up in the air, my boobs hanging, and waiting. Finally, Daddy came back, rubbing some greasy gook all over his dick.

"This'll make it go in nice and easy," he grinned, as he reached out to feel my asshole, sliding some of the grease up me with his finger. I would never tell him I'd been screwed up the ass before. Better to let him think I was an asshole virgin.

"Now, just relax," he said nervously as he got behind me and slowly started shoving his meat to me. My asshole was tight as hell and I couldn't imagine how he'd ever manage to get it all in. He placed both hands on my buttocks, and with a powerful thrust drove himself in there.

"Oh, my God," I groaned, as I felt his prick nearly split me in half.

"Easy… easy does it," he sighed as he thrust in and out. And then it began feeling beautiful. I dug it.

"Fuck… fuck it… ohhhh, that's nice… fuck, tuck, fuck," he gasped as he drove it in and out without mercy.

Bending over, I felt his chest touching my back, and suddenly he gripped my breasts in his full hands, pinching the erect nipples lightly.

"How does Daddy's little girl like it!" he panted.

"Now, you've got it going, it's okay," I told him.

"I'm glad, baby doll, because a good tight assfuck is something I really enjoy."

Saying that, he got up and told me, "Look in the mirror, honey… watch… isn't that a beautiful sight… my dong sliding up your cute ass!"

To my surprise, I found it was erotic and stimulating to watch Daddy's big penis sliding in and out.

"Oh, yes, I dig it… you've got this way of fucking down to perfection, Daddy. Keep shoving it up there."

"You bet your sweet ass, I will," he gasped as he rode my buttocks. Slapping them roughly, he jabbed it to the hilt.

"Fuck… tuck… throw your ass back… ohhhh, that's it. Fuck it. Fuck, ahhhh, ohhhhh, I dig… I dig."

I began catching on how to do it. It was important to shove back, while he thrust. He began teaching me more.

"Honey, when I jab to the left, churn to the right… that'll give my old dick a wild workout."

"Okay, lover," I assured him, twisting my butt to the left as he drove to the right. His great balls bounced on my ass as his hands slapped my buttocks.

"Now, now… keep twisting… just like that-ohhhh, one more time. Ohhhh, Debbie honey. I'm coming… I'm shooting, don't stop now… ahhhhh, ohhhhh."

He was almost pounding my ass as he threw it in and out in wild, wonderful, cum exploding jabs. The fury of his thrusts, the hot splashes of sperm, his rough slapping on my buttocks made it a fantastic fuck.

"Ohhhhh, baby doll, did Daddy even enjoy this… " he moaned as he pulled his thick dong out of me. I watched. It was dripping with cum, and he had a wild, happy look flashing across his excited face.

He flipped over and lay on the bed in a heap. "That was too much," he gasped. "You're gonna' do me in with that hot pussy and tight ass." Slapping me once more playfully, I flipped over, throwing my arms around him, kissing his face. "I'm sweaty all over, baby," he smiled. "We better take a shower together," he said as he got off the bed, heading for the bathroom. I followed him quickly.

As the warm hit my body, he soaped me. He made wonderful soap suds of the lather and my breasts looked like two snowcapped mountains.

"Whipped cream titties," he laughs. "Reminds me of what I used to do with a girl I dated."

"I know what you did," I giggled, "You used to cover her breasts with whipped cream' and lick 'em off."

"How did you know?" he laughed.

"That was an easy one," I chuckled.