Message-ID: <24184asstr$958684227@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Phil Phantom" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 05:50:51 PDT Subject: {ASSM} "Unholy Passage" Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 17:10:30 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Unholy Passage By Phil Phantom HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com 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 behavior 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 behavior. 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 behavior 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 ain't Stewart. Captain Barker's the name, and this here ship is the Miracopa. She's an old liberty ship, but she floats." "Oh, my God! This can't be. We must turn back." "The Miracopa 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 cozy with the captain, eh. Been missin' out on some hard lovin'?" 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 cozy 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 gotta 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 marvelous 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 Miracopa, 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 Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. 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