Cynthia Roundtree hustled her five kids down the long open docks at the Port of
LA. The taxi dropped them off three city blocks from wharf nineteen where the SS
Miramar was docked. The family struggled with bags and suitcases. Though they
were thirty minutes early, Cynthia had planned to arrive an hour early.
"Children, please keep up!" Tara Roundtree, the oldest at sixteen, said,
"Mother, please! I can't carry the baby, lug this duffle bag, and keep up."
"Jason, help Tara drag the bag. I don't care if you ruin it; just keep
together." Fourteen-year-old Jason wore a hiker's backpack loaded like a pack
mule, but lent his sister a hand. The thirteen-year-old twin girls, Judy and
Jan, each had one handle of a hand truck that carried a large trunk. They also
carried handbags in their free hand. To keep up, they had to work in harmony to
keep the heavy trunk balanced. For the twins, working in harmony came easy. They
were identical twins. Cynthia almost stopped when she caught sight of the
Miramar. The ship was nothing like she expected. The Crusaders for Christ
Mission arranged passage on a freighter, so she and the children could join her
husband in India. The Miramar was billed as a freighter/passenger ship. She
expected modest accommodations, but the Miramar looked ancient and barely
seaworthy. The rust stains obscured half of the ships name, in fact. Only the
Mira was readable. Rust covered everything. Cargo was lashed in netted pallets
on the deck, and the ship sat low in the water. The men looked foreign and
crude, not at all like a crew that would interact with passengers. They were
throwing off lines, which threw Cynthia into a panic. "Hurry, Children. Please
hurry!" Cynthia dropped her bags and ran ahead waving her arms and shouting,
"Wait! Please wait! We need to get onboard. We're the Roundtrees." A
barrel-chested man stepped from the wheel house and peered at her over the upper
deck rail. He wore an open blue shirt with a hat that matched. The faded gold
braiding on the bill told Cynthia he must be the captain, so she addressed her
shouts to him. He shouted something into the wheel house. The engines went
silent for a few seconds, then revved twice and went silent again. The big ship
stopped its rearward crawl. Cynthia breathed a sigh and went back to retrieve
her bags. Passing the kids, she ushered them on. Anticipating their complaints,
she said, "I know, I know. It's not what I expected either. We'll just have to
make the best of it. The good lord provided us with the Miramar. Let's be
thankful." The Roundtrees were brought onboard in a cargo net with all their
bags and boxes. The family huddled together on the trunk as the net closed over
them and lifted. Like a batch of loose parcels, they were swung over and dropped
on deck. Several grinning sailors helped them get free. Cynthia stood, brushing
herself off as the captain strolled over and said, "The crew will be busy until
we are well under way. Sit yourselves down, out of the way, and don't bother
anyone. I will attend to you myself at the proper time. Welcome aboard."
Cynthia's questions caught in her throat. The captain's abrupt turn told her he
was not in the mood to answer questions. She arranged her belongings to form
seating and brought everyone close. Jason wanted to explore, but she made him
sit. They all had questions, but Cynthia was in no mood for them; besides, she
had no answers. The question Tara wanted to ask was: "Why are these men looking
at us that way?" Cynthia saw the looks as well, but she knew the answer to that
question. She wished she hadn't had the girls wear dresses, and the dress she
wore was far too light to wear on a windy deck. With wind swirling from every
quarter, keeping a modest cover was a challenge. The task for Tara was an
impossible one with little Cathy in her arms. Frequently, she was laid bare to
her middle, though never when her mother was looking. Cynthia said, "Here, give
Cathy to me. Cover yourself, Tara." Tara handed her mother the baby, saying,
"It's a little late. They've seen everything." "They haven't seen everything.
They've seen no more than a girl shows in a bathing suit." "Mom, I'm not wearing
panties." "Tara! What on Earth?" "Well, you said to dress cool. I never thought
I'd be sitting on a windy deck with sailors gawking at me." "But you should know
better than to go without panties. Suppose you were in an accident. What would
people think?" Under her breath, she said, "They'd think I was cool." "What was
that, Tara?" "Nothing." "Honestly, Tara, your behaviour shocks me at times. You
could do a much better job of covering yourself. If I didn't know better, I'd
think you wanted those men to see under your skirts. Pull that material tightly
around your legs and sit on the excess." "Oh, all right, but make the twins do
it, too. They're not wearing panties, either." Cynthia stared with astonished
eyes toward Jan and Judy. Judy defensively said, "Tara dared us." "If Tara dared
you to jump off a cliff, you wouldn't do that? Honestly! You girls sit on those
skirts this instant. If your father ever gets wind of this, I wouldn't be
surprised if he put us on the next ship home. Don't you realize we are a
Christian missionary family? That we set the example. Don't you know what
message you are sending these men?" Jan said, "They didn't see our cunnies, Mom.
They only saw Tara's." "Don't use that word young lady." "Why? Cunnie isn't a
dirty word. Sister Breck says cunnie all the time." "Sister Breck is not an
example of Christian decency. In my opinion, Sister Breck is not even a good
example of womanhood." Tara said, "I'll say; she's a lezzie." "Tara! You watch
what you say. You don't know that." "I do so, and so do they." "I don't want to
hear any more of this. Jason, get away from that rail. Sit down." "Aw, Mom! They
don't care if I look. There's a tug boat pushing us, and you guys are talking
about your cunnies again." "We were doing no such thing, and I'll thank you not
to use that word as well." "So what do I use, pussy?" "Jason! How dare you?
Don't you ever use terms like that in our presence again. Do you hear me?" His
sisters were giggling. He looked to sea, then back, saying, "Okay, but what word
do you want me to use?" "I don't see that you need to use any word. That part of
a female should not be a part of your vocabulary for several more years. You
shouldn't need it until you marry, for that matter." Tara said, "Mom, he needs
the word, trust me. Besides, what word do we use? We need a word, and please
don't say, vagina." "That is the proper term, and that's what you'll use if you
need to refer to that part of your body. Frankly, I don't see why any of you
need to be talking about it. Until you are properly married in the eyes of God,
it is simply an opening through which you pass liquid waste. I, for one, see no
reason to talk about that." Under her breath, Tara said, "You wouldn't." "What
was that, Tara?" "Nothing, Mother." Jason said, "I wish you guys wouldn't spend
so much time talking about your breasts and vaginas in front of me. It's
embarrassing." The girls giggled again, but Cynthia turned red, partly from
anger. Recently, Jason began showing a bratty side to his nature. With his
father away for a year, and being the only male in a family of girls, he'd been
flexing his sexual muscle in the form of crude innuendo and immodest behaviour.
The girls liked the attention he gave them, liked seeing him naked, and loved
the way he turned every innocent statement into something dirty that was usually
turned back on their mother with funny but embarrassing results. Cynthia blushed
easily, anyway. Jason kept her blushing, and she blushed after his last
statement. Cynthia said, "Go look at the tugboat, Jason." The uncomfortable
conversation died down. Cynthia comforted the baby and looked around. She
counted eight men besides the captain. All looked scruffy. Most were thin. Only
the captain looked well nourished. Half of the crew were small brown Filipino
men. The others were oriental except for one tall, pitch black negro. An hour
under way, two more Filipino men emerged from the engine room, sweating and
grimy. The men gathered in groups of three and four, staring, leering, and
laughing. The captain remained in the wheel house. Cynthia grew desperate to
speak with him about the way his crew were behaving. The two from the engine
room were the worst. They wore only tiny, thin boxer shorts and paraded
erections. One let his long brown member stick out through the hole. Cynthia had
to constantly berate her girls for staring at his lewd antics. Cynthia stared,
but it was to get a good physical description of the man for her report. Since
the Filipino men all looked alike to her, she wanted to single him out and be
sure she got the right one. She could not help but notice his uncircumcised
penis (the first she'd seen) and the extraordinary length for a small man. Her
Harold was a mere five inches and Harold was a big man. The small brown man had
one that appeared twice as long as Harold's. She tried not to stare, but to her
children, and to the crew, she appeared to be doing just that. Cynthia didn't
care what they thought. She memorized every detail about him that made him
unique to the others, features other than his naked, throbbing penis that he
could flex up to hit his belly button, leaving a glistening deposit each time.
The black man drew her attention away from the brown clown. He wore baggy shorts
with a rope belt--nothing else, not even shoes. He sported a massive bulge in
his shorts. Many in the crew had erections. Shorts were a common item of
apparel, but most wore shoes and a T-shirt in addition. With all the erections
tenting those shorts, the thoughts going through their minds was easy to
discern. Cynthia felt like seeking out the captain. She'd had enough of their
mocking hard stares. They were making her girls nervous, at least, the twins.
Cynthia found it impossible to keep Tara from looking. It was the way she looked
that disturbed Cynthia. She looked at crotches with a hunger that no decent lady
would ever show in public. She caught Tara running her tongue over her lips
while making eye contact with the man displaying his penis. Cynthia felt like
slapping her daughter's face, but said, "Tara! Stop that." "I'm just licking my
lips, Mother. My lips are dry." "I know what you were doing, young lady, and I
think it is disgusting. Your father will hear of this, now you look out to sea
and don't turn your head." Tara huffed, turned, but minutes later was turned
back and staring as hard as ever. The lewd man was stroking his cock at Tara and
she was smiling back. Cynthia looked away in disgust. Seconds later, she stood
and shouted, "I want to speak with the captain. Someone, please tell him I need
to speak with him." No one made a move. The California coastline was a faint
hazy line on the horizon when the captain emerged from the wheel house and
strode down the deck toward them. Cynthia met him out of earshot from the kids.
She said, "Captain. Your crew are animals, disgusting animals. You would be
astonished at the way they've been behaving in your absence. That one,
especially." The captain looked up and saw the man stroking his erection at
Tara, then looked to Tara and said, "Your daughter doesn't seem to object."
"Captain! Do you condone behaviour such as this?" "No, I don't, but she's your
kid. I figure that's your business. I just pilot the ship." "I was not referring
to my daughter. Granted, she shouldn't be looking, but your man is putting on an
act, that frankly, is hard to ignore." The captain looked once again to his
engineer and said, "I suppose, if you're into that sort of thing." "You're not
going to do anything, are you?" "As long as they do their job, I have nothing to
say to them." "I will report this to the mission. Your superiors will hear of
this." "Lady, I am my superior. I own this vessel. Your mission be damned." "How
dare you? The mission paid good money for this passage. I know some agency must
regulate this business." "You didn't pay me a fucking dime, lady. As far as I am
concerned, you people hired on for passage. You and your kids will work for your
passage." "You are insane. The Crusaders for Christ Mission paid eleven- hundred
dollars for passenger fare for all of us. I have a receipt. Here it is...passage
paid." Captain Barker took the receipt and said, "Yup, paid in full aboard the
SS Miramar to Calcutta. This is a good legal ticket, all right." "I would like
an apology." "You could get one aboard the Miramar. She's a fine ship. Captain
Stewart is a fine gentleman. You ain't on the Miramar, and I isn't Stewart.
Captain Barker's the name, and this here ship is the Maricopa. She's an old
liberty ship, but she floats." "Oh, my God! This can't be. We must turn back."
"The Maricopa don't turn back until she reaches Indonesia. We're on course and
we're pumping water out faster than it's coming in. Our next stop is Bora Bora.
That will be three weeks from now. You can get off there, but I wouldn't advise
it. If you want to get to Calcutta, you'll need to get in the Indian ocean trade
route. That will be our third stop in Tonga, four weeks from now. We're going as
far as Indonesia. That would be your best stop to pick up passage to Calcutta,
but that will be six weeks away. As long as you're with us, you'll work." "Oh,
God!" "We can use a boy in the engine room. You and the oldest girl will work
the galley. The other girls can look after the baby and keep things clean in the
living areas. If you behave, I'll let you and the girls share my quarters. The
boy can bunk with the crew. That's the deal." "Why on earth didn't you say
something back at the dock?" "Ma'am, when a beautiful, sexy woman with three
very sexy daughters wants to take a long cruise with me and my boys, I don't say
shit. Billy Blake ain't no fool; besides, if I had, my crew might have mutinied.
As you can see, they're glad to have you aboard." "This is outrageous. You may
as well have abducted us." "Ma'am, you asked--no, begged--to come on board. All
I did was grant your wish. Now, we are on the high seas, and I am all the law
there is. If you threaten the welfare of my ship or crew, I can and will set you
and your family adrift. You think hard about that before you go threatening or
causing trouble. I like a peaceful passage and harmony among my crew. Your job
is to see that I get that. Do your job well, and I'll land you and your family
safe and sound in Indonesia. I'll even see you on another line for Calcutta.
Disturb my peace, and I can get very, very nasty." Cynthia's mind flooded with
panic but there was no place to run, no place to hide, and no options. The
captain was not bluffing. Winning him over was her only option. Finding, then
appealing to his sense of decency was her only hope. He called her beautiful and
sexy. She knew that wasn't a hollow compliment. Though she normally played down
her sexuality and wore simple clothes and no makeup, she wore makeup for the
voyage, and the dress hugged her full figure while the skirt acted as though it
were repelled by her legs. Frequently, it flew up on one side or another to
expose her legs to her white panties. Throughout her talk with the captain, she
fought hard to wrestle it down. Cynthia stopped fighting the wind, but kept her
two hands pressed to her upper thighs. The wind celebrated a victory and kept
her skirts aloft on both sides and in the rear. She tried to put warmth in her
smile and a sexy glint in her eyes, saying, "Well, it appears we're at your
mercy, Captain." "Yes, it would appear so. Don't worry, [He glanced to the
ticket] Cynthia Roundtree. No one will rape anyone. On the other hand, you won't
interfere with nature. You are just another member of the crew, as are your
kids. You can mother the baby, but that's it. You don't tell anyone what they
can and cannot do. Is that understood?" "I have a responsibility as their mother
and spiritual leader to see that..." Captain Barker held up his hand, silencing
her. "Not on my ship. I will say it once again: you don't tell anyone what they
can or cannot do. If you interfere with nature, you may find yourself
adrift--alone. Is that clear." "Yes, that was very clear. Surely, you'll protect
the little ones." The Captain peered past to the kids and said, "I only see one
little one. You needn't worry about her. The others look sexually mature to me,
especially that one shooting naked beavers to my engineer." Cynthia turned to
see for herself, shocked to catch Tara in the act of flashing a big beaver to
the men on the upper deck, sending them into an uproar. She started to yell, but
caught herself in time. Turning to the captain, she said, "That one is asking
for trouble, I'll grant you, but the other two are only thirteen." "If they're
old enough to bleed, they're old enough to breed. It's the law of the sea, and
the law of the sea is my law. By the looks of their hips and tits, those two are
breeders." "Captain, please. I beg you..." "No begging. I've said my peace. You
understand the law. We have nothing further to discuss on this matter. Now, come
with me. I'll show you your quarters and the galley." Cynthia followed the
captain up narrow metal stairs to the top level. They entered the ship through
the wheel house on the bridge. One seaman stood at the wheel, a white man of
fifty or so, weathered and skinny with a white stringy beard. He said, "How do,
Ma'am. Nice day for a cruise, ain't it? A bit windy, though, huh?" The captain
said, "This here is Bill, my first mate. Women call him Barnacle Bill, but
that's only after seeing his cock. He'll try to fuck you every chance he gets,
so be warned." Bill lunged for her skirt making an animal growl that sent
Cynthia jumping back against a filthy bulkhead. Cynthia eased along the wall to
avoid his grasp, following the captain into an adjoining room. The room was
smaller than her smallest bedroom back home with a ceiling two feet lower, a
ceiling the captain barely fit under. Most of the room was taken up by a large
bed, a king size bed. The rest was clutter. The captain turned to say, "Stow
your gear in that corner. You'll have to find the space. The bed is big enough
for all of you. If that don't suit you, sleep where it does. There's no other
mattresses on board, though Bill has a cot he'll share with anything that's got
a pussy between its legs. The crew sleeps in hammocks strung on deck. Like I
said, suit yourself." "We can fit, but where will you sleep?" "I sleep in the
bed. Don't worry. I don't mind being crowded by sweet-smelling young things, and
it will be a pleasure curling up with a woman with as fine a set of sea bags as
you're toting. What are those, double D's?" Cynthia went deep red. She
stammered, "Just D's, but surely we can't share your bed." "I'm just offering
you the most comfortable place to sleep and some friendly hospitality. If you
want to insult me by sleeping elsewhere..." Cynthia quickly adjusted her
attitude. The hint was too strong to ignore. As abhorrent as the idea was, he
was still her only hope. Her main concern was her children. "Please, Captain, I
don't want to insult you. Actually, I'm flattered by your generous offer. It has
been more than a year since I shared a bed with a man. I think it might be very
pleasant. I was just thinking how much nicer it could be if we had privacy.
There must be some suitable place on this big ship where we can set up sleeping
quarters for my children." "There's no place the rats don't own. Why do you
think the crew likes sleeping on deck in hammocks? The rats stay out of my
cabin. So, you'd like to get cosy with the captain, eh. Been missing out on some
hard loving?" The captain moved up and drew Cynthia into a one-armed embrace,
hugging her close. Cynthia tried hard not to pull away, even when his free hand
began undoing the buttons of her dress. She watched as he loosened her top and
peeled back the flaps, then bit her lip when he rudely yanked the bra cups up
off her breasts. Her mounds sprang free and danced in his meaty fingers as they
went from one to the other. "Yes, these will feel nice on my chest or on my
back. We sleep nude aboard ship. That's not the law of the sea, but it is the
law of my cabin. Your oldest girl, she has a nice set, too. What are they?" "I
believe she wears a C-cup." "And the little ones?" "They are twins; They wear
B-cups." "I'm sure we'll all be cosy tonight. I never slept with eight titties
before. I am assuming you don't want to insult my hospitality." "No, of course
not. Captain...you won't...you know?" "Try to fuck your girls?" "Yes." "That all
depends on them. Like I said. We let nature take its course. Whatever comes
about, you'd better not drag an anchor. I'm serious about my warning. I'll be
watching you like a sea hawk. One dirty look and you'll be sleeping with the
crew. Two, and you'll sleep with Davy Jones. I don't make idle threats, and I
won't be making constant threats. Let's get this straight once and for all. You
have two choices: cooperate and live, resist and die. It's that fucking simple."
Cynthia knew that, but hearing the captain put it to her that way somehow made
the decision easier. Cynthia had strong survival instincts and knew, in her
heart, the Lord would forgive whatever she had to do to help her family through
the ordeal. Almost instantly her attitude reflected her decision. She arched her
breast into his groping hand, smiled, and said, "I think you'll find me very,
very cooperative. As for my girls, let nature take its course. That's the law of
the sea, right?" Captain Barker smiled, then reached under her dress. He cupped
her sex, then reached inside her panties. Her fleshy cunt lips melted in his
fingers as two slipped inside. Cynthia swooned and laid her head on his
shoulder, saying, "That feels so good. You have no idea. It's been so long."
"You're a horny bitch, aren't you?" "Yes. I got on the right ship after all."
"You have a nice tight pussy." "My husband is small. He's the only man I've
had." "I'm not small." Cynthia ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, feeling
a bulge that dwarfed her husband's. She smiled up at him and said, "No, you're
not. You'll stretch me out." "Hubby won't like that." "No, he won't, but hubby
isn't here, is he? Do me, now. I want you. I want your cock." "Strip for me."
Cynthia stepped free and removed her dress. She posed in panty and bra, then
removed the bra. She shook her tits at him, then slowly rolled the panties down
her legs. She kicked off her pumps and the panties, then posed with her arms out
and legs wide, smiling. "Well, will I do?" "Get on the bed and spread wide."
Cynthia climbed on the bed and watched the captain slip off his pants. When she
saw his prodigious manhood spring forth, she gasped. "God, you're big. You'll
ruin me for Harold. I can't wait. Fuck me, Cap'n. Fuck my adulterous pussy."
Captain Barker knelt between her wide open legs, fisting his nine-inch erection.
"Are you on the pill?" "No, why would I be?" "You'll get pregnant on this
cruise." "Yes, I suppose I will. Does that concern you?" "Not at all. If the
four of you don't leave this ship carrying babies in your wombs, that would be a
great disappointment. How does your church feel about abortion?" "There will be
no abortions. Put it in, Cap'n. I'll let Harold worry about the babies; but
first, we have to make them. I will undertake to make certain you are not
disappointed in any of us. Six weeks with so many cocks should insure the
objective. We're going to Indonesia." The Cap'n slipped his cock in. Cynthia
swooned, groaned, moaned, and wrapped her bare legs around his ass and pulled
him in deep. Ten minutes later, he poured a copious load of sperm in her fertile
womb. Cynthia was still basking in the afterglow of a great orgasm when the
captain got off, went to the door and called out, "Bill, you got to try this
pussy." Cynthia sat up, staring at the door. Bill walked in and dropped his
pants. Her eyes dropped to the most malformed cock she'd ever imagined. It was
six inches long, but had huge lumps, growth-like outcrops that made him look
like he had numerous heads all over the shaft of his cock. He quickly mounted
the bed and drew her legs apart. He wasted no time forcing that bulk inside her
slimy pussy. Had it not been loosened and slick, the task would have been
impossible. As it was, it was difficult for both of them. The sensations created
by the lumpy cock did marvellous things once he began screwing her. She was soon
over her initial revulsion and drawing him in, fucking back, and moaning her
pleasure. Bill was a much more energetic fuck, and had Cynthia crying out for
more, harder, and deeper. When he came, he flooded her womb. Sperm poured out.
She reluctantly let him withdraw, and immediately missed him inside. Barnacle
Bill, she thought, yes, that's a perfect name for him--Barnacle Bill the sailor.
She remembered that he would fuck her every chance he got. Cynthia resolved to
see that he got every chance. The two men stood looking down on her. She kept
her legs apart, smiling up at them with the smile of a satisfied woman. The
captain said, "Now, go get your kids and your gear. Don't bother getting dressed
or cleaning up." Cynthia sat up, stunned by his orders. "Captain, I can't go out
there like this." "Yes you can. This is my ship, remember." "But..." "No buts,
just do as I say. You won't be wearing clothes until we land at Bora Bora. I
want you to set a good example for your kids." "Have you any idea how difficult
this will be for a Christian mother, a married woman?" "Frankly, I don't care.
Go." Cynthia swung her legs off the bed, then stood on shaky legs. Sperm poured
from her abused twat, cascading down both legs. Cynthia looked at herself and
groaned. She cast pleading eyes on the captain, but found no sympathy. She saw
no option open other than to go. She went. When she stepped out of the wheel
house, ten men cheered. Her kids stood with mouths agape as she made her way
through the men and climbed down the ladder, offering her kids an obscene rear
display of her cum-leaking twat as she negotiated each step. Sperm glistened off
her ass, inner thighs, and legs. Each bare foot felt blindly for the next rung
on a ladder the men simply went down facing out, sliding feet and hands down the
handrails. The kids sat in awed silence as she stepped foot on the deck, turned,
and faced them. She made no attempt to hide her nudity, but red colored her body
in splotches, a full-body blush. She walked up to them and said, "Listen to me,
and listen good. We got on the wrong ship. This is the Maricopa, not the
Miramar. That's my fault, but we're here now, and we're staying here. If we are
to survive this voyage, we must cooperate with these men. As you can see, I am
cooperating. I can't help you. You are all on your own. I cannot tell you what
you can or cannot do. Until this voyage is over, I am not your mother. We are
all just members of the crew, and the captain can exercise life and death
decisions over us. To survive, you must please the captain. God will forgive you
for whatever you must do to survive. Now, you girls pick up your things and
follow me. Jason, you follow that man. You work in the engine room. They'll show
you where you sleep. Let's go, kids." When the men saw them picking up bags,
several slid down to assist. They tossed bags to the men on the upper deck, and
assisted the girls up the ladder. All were felt up in the process; none made a
fuss about that. Even Jan and Judy allowed the men to grope them between their
legs. Their cunnies and assholes were fingered all the way up the ladder. Once
on the top deck, more hands took over. They walked a gauntlet of roaming hands
and probing fingers, all the way into the bridge. Bill groped them on the bridge
until they were all inside the captain's cabin with the captain--still without
pants--smiling at their flushed faces. Cynthia directed them to place their bags
in a corner, then assisted in making space. Two men brought the trunk in, copped
a few feels, then left. Captain Blake watched Cynthia work, and studied the
girl's reactions to seeing their mother's intimate anatomy so immodestly
displayed. He also noticed them stealing glances at his growing erection. By the
time Cynthia was through, and all their gear was stowed away, his cock was
rampant. Cynthia noticed it right away when she stood and faced him. The memory
of the pleasure it brought her came flooding back. She crossed the short
distance to stand beside him, facing her three girls. Cathy was asleep in Tara's
arms, so Cynthia took her and laid her on a soft bag filled with clothes. She
returned to the captain's side, expecting him to take the initiative. Captain
Barker took Cynthia's right hand and placed it on his cock. This drew three
pairs of eyes with it. Cynthia curled her fingers around it and slowly pumped
her fist along its length, awaiting more initiative. The girls stared at the
hand pumping the cock. Captain Blake said, "I want you girls to enjoy this
cruise. Nobody will force themselves on you. If anyone does, just tell me. They
won't. They know better. You can wear clothes if you want to, but you'll be more
comfortable in the southern latitudes without them. As you can see, your mother
decided against wearing clothes, but you do as you please." Tara said, "Mom, can
we, really?" Cynthia said, "Tara, I'm not your mother on this ship. You do as
you please. You heard the captain." "I want to be naked, then." "Then take your
clothes off." Tara looked from her mother, to the twins, to the captain, then
said, "All right, I will." With that, she quickly drew off her dress, kicked off
her shoes, and tossed the bra. She stood unabashedly and said, "There, that's
better. Come on you guys, get naked. I dare you." Jan and Judy were still in a
state of shock. Both looked nervously at the naked cock. Neither made a move to
disrobe. Tara prodded them. Cynthia started to tell her not to push, but caught
herself and bit her lip. Though Tara tried hard, they refused. Tara said, "Can I
go outside and walk around?" The captain said, "Go anywhere you want, but stay
out of the hold. There's big rats down there." Tara turned to the twins and
said, "Do you want to walk with me?" They shook their heads. "Suit yourselves.
I'm not chicken." Tara left the cabin. The captain sat on his bed and drew
Cynthia down with him. He pulled her over his body. Cynthia sat astride his
hips, knowing full well what his intent was. She wasn't happy about performing a
live sex act in front of the girls, but she'd long since given up any thoughts
of resistance. With the girls right behind her, she reached for the stiff cock
between her legs and guided it into her cunt. The twins watched the head part
their mother's cunt lips, then disappear inside as she sank fully to his groin.
They watched their mother fuck the captain, watched her cum, and heard her
obscene cries of passion. When she rolled to her back with her legs spread wide,
they saw what a big cock does to a tight pussy. Cynthia raised up on her elbows,
keeping her legs wide, saying, "That was fucking. You'll see a lot of that on
this voyage, so get used to it. We are all sleeping naked in this bed, so you'll
be very close to people fucking. Get used to that, too." Cynthia sat up and
reached for the captain's wilting, slick member. She lifted it, saying, "This
cock is the king cock on this boat. It deserves our respect and devotion." She
turned to Captain Barker, saying, "I'm not speaking to them as their mother, but
as a fellow crew member." "You're doing fine. Go on." Encouraged, Cynthia leaned
over and kissed the head of his cock, then took a mouthful. She'd never had a
cock in her mouth before, nor had she ever kissed one. She fulfilled a longtime
fantasy before her twin girls. Overcome with a flood of wicked erotic sensation,
she sucked harder, taking him as deeply as she could. Her cheeks hollowed as she
slowly drew off, then sank down again. She repeated this over and over,
face-fucking the cock, until he became erect. The twins stared with wide eyes.
Suddenly, the cabin door burst open and Tara entered. "Holy shit! Far out. Suck
it, Mom." Cynthia raised her head off the cock and looked at her daughter. Tara
stood with her legs apart. Pink semen ran down both legs, still pouring from her
pussy. She said, "I got fucked. I'm not a virgin anymore. I love it. It didn't
even hurt much. The engine guy did it, and everybody watched." Cynthia said,
"I'm happy for you." Tara addressed the twins, saying, "You guys should try it.
Fucking is the ultimate. Come on. Get naked and follow me. There's lots of hard
cocks out there." The twins shrank back. "You two are hopeless. Well, I'm going
to get some more. Have fun, Mom." Tara flounced out, right into the arms of
Barnacle Bill. The last thing they heard before the door shut was, "Oh, wow!"
Cynthia got the twin's attention saying, "All right, you two. Now, I want each
of you to kiss his cock like I did. That's how you show respect for a king cock.
Jan, you first." Cynthia held the cock straight up. Jan came forward and timidly
bent from the waist to place a kiss on the head. She then opened her mouth and
her lips flowed over the head. That was all she could take, but she sucked and
pulled off, then went down again. She repeated this a dozen times, then ended
with a parting kiss. Judy copied her exactly. Both stood back and watched their
mother jacking off the cock. She said, "That was good. That's what you'll do
each night and each morning. You'll kiss his cock good night, and kiss it good
morning. If you do nothing else, you must do that. Am I right, Cap'n?" "That is
the custom, but you left a very important part out. They should kiss it before
and after it fucks a pussy." "Yes, I did forget. I'm ready if you are." "I'm
always ready." "Girls, you heard him." Each came forward, in turn and applied
their new talents. They watched another messy fuck, then each came forward again
when Cynthia got off and assumed a good viewing position, sitting at his hip.
Jan eyed the slimy cock, coated with her mother's pussy cream and sperm still
drooling from the head. She said, "All right, I'll go first this time, but next
time you go first." Jan's lips flowed over the slick rod. Watching her
daughter's mouth engulf a cock that had just emerged from her pussy gave Cynthia
a wicked thrill. When Judy finished her turn, Cynthia told her to use her tongue
to clean his cock and balls. Judy had a vulgar task before her as his cock was a
terrible mess of sperm and cunt juices from three recent fucks. His pubic hair
and balls were soaked. She made a face, but went about the task as Cynthia held
the cock by the head between her thumb and forefinger. She made sure Judy licked
his cock and balls completely clean before telling her she did good. Tara burst
in, covered in sperm, saying, "I fucked two more and the black man screwed my
asshole. Mom, he's huge. You must try him. Look what they did. A bunch of guys
jacked off on me while I was getting fucked. God, I love this ship!" She
flounced out without awaiting a reply. The captain was so pleased by their
docile and subservient behavior, that after Judy finished, he said, "Now, they
need to clean you. Since Judy cleaned me, Jan should clean you." Cynthia was
only slightly taken aback by this announcement. The idea did appeal to her. She
laid back and made a beaver, waiting to see what Jan would do. Jan eyed her
mother's gaping pussy, smeared with cum and vaginal juices. Slowly, she
approached. She dropped to her knees, stared at the mess, then resigned herself
and leaned in with her tongue out. Cynthia strained up to watch the lurid first
contact, then swooned when her daughter's tongue took a long swipe though her
vaginal cleft. Over and over the tongue lapped at her pussy. Jan gradually got
over her timidity and lapped hard and fast, probing deep inside and laving all
over her mother's cuntal plane. She licked her mother from asshole to clit, both
inner thighs, and without being told, her legs from the ankles up. When she
returned to suck on the clit, her mother was clean. Cynthia patted Jan on the
head and told her she did good just as Tara re-entered. "Far fucking out. Eat
her cunt, Jan. I'll bet she tastes better than Sister Breck. I pulled a train,
my first gang bang. So many cocks. God, I love this fucking boat!" Cynthia
cupped Jan under the chin and raised her wet face. "Have you girls been sucking
that dyke's cunt?" Jan nodded sheepishly. "How long has this been going on?"
"Ever since Daddy left. She paid us." "Why that fucking dyke. Well, who tastes
better?" "You do, Mom." "That's what I thought you'd say. I think it's the sperm
you like better. You did like it, didn't you?" "It was okay, I guess." Judy
said, "I liked it." Jan then said, "I liked it too." "All right, you little
sluts. Get out of those clothes. We're all going on deck." The Roundtree family
arrived in Calcutta two months after their departure from LA, a month late.
Harold had been wired from Indonesia, so he was waiting on the dock. He greeted
his lost family, unaware that within each womb, a new Roundtree was growing.
Five months later, the family--minus its spiritual leader--boarded a liberty
ship in Indonesia, bound for LA. The End
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