Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"Baby," he smiled, "it's you and me from now on. I'm glad I can count on you for a good time."

"You can always count on me for that, Daddy," I giggled, glancing off as I listened to the sound of laughter, music and the waves waft up from the beach below.

Next morning I deliberately asked Daddy, "Do you mind, dear, if I go shopping alone in the Zocalo?"

"Why, no, if you want to… " He never even got the least bit suspicious and I was glad for that.

I met Manuel as I swam at Caleta and I told him, "My Daddy is watching us so I better meet you downtown at the Zocalo."

"I swim away," he smiled, "I see you in one hour." When I got to the Zocalo I looked all around and didn't see Manuel at all. Finally, I heard a voice calling, "Debbie over here."

I spun around and there he was in a car with another Mexican boy.

"Get in the car with us," he grinned. What could I do but hop in. I had promised I'd meet him, but this was an unexpected surprise.

We swung around the highway winding above the colorful old church in the downtown square, and soon we had a panoramic view of the blue bay down below. As we whizzed along the highway I couldn't help marvel at the lush green trees, the brilliantly tinted flowers and the clear blue sky above.

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and when we descended on a remote strip of beach, which stuck out like a finger of sand from the mainland, I had to tell Manuel; "This is fabulous… I've never seen anything like it… is that the beach where you can run around in the nude?

The other man answered before Manuel could, "Yes, senorita… everybody go nude on this beach."

After he found a remote spot to park the car, we got out, and both men began undressing.

"Hurry up," Manuel smiled, "undress."

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" I complained…

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "Debbie, meet Carlos… Carlos meet Debbie."

Just as he was about to say my name, he'd finished stripping and was standing there with a huge hard-on.

"Glad to meet you, Debbie," he grinned, "and I'm dying to see all of you."

"You've got a good build, Carlos," I said quietly, eyeing his joint and his flexing muscles. It didn't take me long to get my clothes off. When my boobs bounced out, he just gulped. When my pussy appeared, he licked his lips nervously.

Soon Manuel was undressed and the three of us started running across the brilliant sands.

As we got near the water, Carlos pulled at me.

"Lie down here," he smiled. I fell down on the sand, laughing aloud as Carlos, Manuel and I fell into an impossible heap.

"You ever in Mexico before?" he smiled.

"No… never… "

"You have good time here," he said, gripping his heavy penis. "You want it?"

"Every inch of it… "

"I give it to you," he said tightly. Soon, he was rolling me over on my side and spitting in his hand. Wiping his own spit on the head of his penis, he next used his finger to get some moisture at my asshole. Suddenly, he had my cheeks apart and was pushing his penis with all his might.

"Fuck… fuck it… " he said hotly. All at once I felt the mammoth dick go past my tight anal ring. One second of this and I thought I'd come apart at the seams.

"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," he groaned, as he drove his tool up my asshole.

"Now, let me get it in her pussy," Manuel insisted. Carlos slowed his pace, while Manuel got on the other side of me and slowly fitted himself in. Now, my pussy and my asshole were being solidly fucked.

"How do you like this?" Manuel smiled.

"I… I'm getting used to it."

"She loves it," Carlos said, reaching around me to hold my ass, so he could time his thrusts better.

"Fuck… fuck… keep that ass moving. Ohhhh, I dig that… I dig it," Carlos gasped as he pumped away excitedly. Manuel thrust it smoothly in and out of my gash. As my titties pressed his chest, and his lips found mine, I felt I'd go out of my gourd. I loved the sound of the sea, the feel of their huge peckers pushing up my ass and my cunt. I couldn't wait for that explosion.

"I'm coming… ohhh, grab that cock… twist your ass all around it… fuck… fuck… it."

As I increased my pace for Carlos, I felt Manuel riding me faster, faster.

"I'm coming too," he grinned, "that's it… milk our cocks. Grab it… twist it, ohhhh, I love it, I love it." I knew he wasn't fooling. From the wild way he kept his hammer dick pounding up my pussy I knew he did love it, and I was glad he did.

When Carlos finally slid his cum-slick prick out of my behind, he slapped by buttocks playfully, "she's got a good ass on her."

"You'll have to screw her cunt too," Manuel grinned. "She's a great chick."

"What do you do?" Carlos asked.

"Do… I… I'm here on vacation. I'm just out of high school."

Surveying my body calculatingly, he nodded, "You ought to be a model."

"You think I'd make it as a model?"

"With knockers like that, and your face… "

"Don't forget those legs," Manuel reminder. "And those legs, and that pussy…" he added quickly.

"We've got to get back to work," Manuel told him.

"What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm a singer," he smiled. "I sing in the hotels at lunchtime, dinner and late at night. It is almost lunchtime."

"Let's take a dip in the water," I said.

"Don't go in very far… there is a dangerous undertow," Manuel warned. I ran to the seashore, bare ass naked and loving it. I wanted the water to lap my body and clean me. But as I got in deeper I felt the pull of the undertow. Suddenly I was being sucked out to sea. I turned, but the wave roared over me, enveloping me in a watery enclosure. Soon I felt the arms of both of them around me, pulling me against the strong undercurrent. As we scrambled at last on the shore, Manuel said, "You must listen to me, senorita… I say don't go in the water… It is dangerous… It is dangerous."

"I'm sorry… I guess you were right… I… don't listen to what anybody says sometimes and I get in trouble."

"I will be late," Carlos complained. We rushed back to the car, slipped on our swim suits and got in, and sped off. Up the lush tropical mountain and down the other side to the blue, blue Acapulco Bay. At least we were speeding along the ocean drive and then Carlos pulled to a noisy halt.

"I leave you here," he said rapidly. "We had good time, senorita… thank you for bringing me to her, Manuel." He handed something to Manuel and then he turned into the hotel parking lot.

I didn't say anything to Manuel but I was thinking plenty. He had pimped for me, and made money on my body. I didn't dig his scene at all.

"I get a taxi, take you back to Caleta," he smiled.

"I'm going by myself," I told him tightly.

"Why?" he asked in total disbelief and surprise.

"You figure it out," I snapped.

As I walked rapidly away from him, he called after me, "I can never figure women. Thank you for a good time, senorita… muchos gracias… thank you."

I didn't look back. I'd had enough of him. I wanted to find someone who wasn't double-crossing me. I wanted someone to like me for just being me… if that were possible.

When I heard the sudden screech of a car stopping, I turned to see a handsome, young blond man.

"I'll give you a lift," he smiled, his innocent blue eyes flashing excitedly.

"I'm just going to Caleta… "

"That is a long way," he laughed, "hop in."

I got in his car and he instantly began telling me all about himself.

"I'm from Florida," he said, "This is a lot like Florida, you know. I water-ski at the Everglades show. You ever been to the Everglades water-ski show?"

"No… I haven't," I told him, "I'll bet it is a beautiful show… "

"You'd love water skiing yourself… you ever try it?"