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.