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A Pregnant Cruise
by
Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)

Chapter 2: Serving the Crew (M+/Ff,preg?, little inc, 
hint of ws)
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The boss took Lara by the hand, and moved to the door. 
"I feel the need for young pussy tonight.  Sleep well, 
all."  Lara waved her hand generally towards Paula and 
myself, and seemed quite unperturbed.  In fact, her 
large nipples had sharpened to firm jutting points.

After the boss had left, Sid took control.  He turned to 
me. "There's a pack of cards behind the bar.  Go get it, 
shuffle well, and deal one to each".

So there I was left to deal cards to a bunch of men, to 
select who would sleep with my wife that night.  I had 
no option but to obey.

The winners were Mark and Henk, who high-fived each 
other as the others groaned.

"OK, all of you to bed now.  Remember we must be up and 
going by 0730 tomorrow", Sid instructed.

Paula slipped her arms into those of Henk and Mark, and 
muttered something to them at which they all chuckled.  
The three of them left, followed by the rest of the crew 
except for Sid.

"Sorry, Stu, there's no cabin left for you.  You'll have 
to make yourself comfortable on the bunks in the lounge 
here.  I'll wake you when you're needed to help with 
breakfast".  And with that, he, too, left.

I turned out the lights and tried to get comfortable.  
At one stage, I thought I heard cries from our cabin, 
and crept out to listen.  To my dismay, I realized that 
what I heard was Paula urging someone to "fuck me harder 
... harder ... more ... A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h".  I went back to the 
lounge. 

I struggled to get to sleep, both because of the 
discomfort and because of the thought of what was 
happening to Paula and Lara.  I know that I saw 4am come 
and go, but then must have fallen asleep.  The next I 
knew, Sid was shaking me awake.  "Come on, we need to 
breakfast ready".

I had to grill bacon, scramble eggs and make toast.  We 
were just about ready, when the first of the other guys 
made their appearance.  The last in were the boss, Mark 
and Henk.  They told us that the girls were showering, 
and would be along shortly, so that the rest should 
start eating.

When Paula and Lara did eventually appear, they had 
their arms around each other and were giggling together. 
 But they gave me no more than a cold nod of greeting.  
They went to sit separately amongst the men.

Once the men had finished, I had to start clearing up 
and getting dishes into the galley.  Henk, Mark and 
Quinton went up into the wheelhouse, while Andy and 
Aaron went to raise anchor, and we were soon on our way.

Quinton, Andy and Aaron returned to the lounge with the 
news that it was a beautiful day and that those with 
nothing else to do should go to the aft deck.  Apart 
from Sid and the boss, all the rest did so, taking Paula 
and Lara with them.

The boss returned to his quarters, while Sid had me 
clean up the dishes, galley and lounge.  It must have 
been an hour later when he instructed me to come with 
him and to start cleaning the aft deck.

As we emerged into the bright sunshine, I nearly dropped 
the mop and buckets I was carrying.  

The deck had a long bench running around three sides.  
On one of these, Aaron was seated with Paula on his lap, 
with her back to him.  His enormous black cock was 
clearly seen penetrating Paula's cunt, as his large 
black fingers manipulated her clit.  Her eyes were 
closed, and she was softly but ecstatically moaning.

I was at once fascinated (as I had never seen two people 
fucking in real life) and embarrassed by the sight.  I 
tried to back away to return inside, but Sid prodded 
from behind, growling "Where do you think you're going? 
 You've got work to do".

I pulled my eyes away from Paula, only to see Lara 
sitting opposite her between the two Algerians. Moussa 
had his hand in her crotch, while Zohra was 
energetically sucking on a nipple which had hardened 
into quite a mouthful. Lara was watching her mother 
intently, chanting: "Go mum go; go mum go", as she 
wriggled her pussy against Moussa's invading fingers.

Quinton and Andy sat on the cross bench watching the 
activity with interest.  Quinton was recording the 
activity on a digital camcorder.

Sid prodded me to start mopping the deck, which I did 
quickly to allow me to get away as soon as possible.  
But it was impossible to ignore Paula and Aaron becoming 
increasingly vocal as they built towards a simultaneous 
climax.  Paula, especially, was totally uninhibited, 
shouting out: "Oh god, what a cock ... I've never felt so 
filled ... keep fucking ... Oh go, go, go, go ... shoot your 
juice into me, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Just before they reached a climax, Lara spread her legs 
wider, and pulled Moussa round to between them.  She 
undid the Bermuda shorts he was wearing, to reveal a 
rampant cock of impressive size, if not quite that of 
Aaron.  He wasted no time in slamming it to the hilt in 
her willing pussy, still with his shorts round his 
ankles.  Within minutes, her cries were competing with 
her mother's, urging Moussa to go "deeper ... deeper ... 
deeper".

At this point, I could see Aaron's legs tense as he 
started to cum deep in my wife's unprotected womb.  I 
stared in fascination at the sight.  As their passions 
subsided, Quinton stood up.  He pulled Paula to her 
feet, and passed the digicam to Aaron, who continued the 
filming.  Clearly they intended to have a comprehensive 
record of this cruise.

Quinton and Paula stood and French-kissed for a few 
minutes, even as cum-trails were clearly leaking down 
her leg. Then Quinton pushed her down to kneel in front 
of him so that she could suck on his cock for a while.  
But he clearly did not want to cum in her mouth.  He 
turned her round to kneel over the bench, and slammed 
into her cunt from behind, and very soon they were going 
at it like rutting animals, unconcerned about the 
audience (and the recording on the digicam).

Round about then, Moussa's buttocks tensed as he shot 
his seed up into my daughter's evidently very willing 
pussy.  By this time, Zohra was fully naked standing 
next to them, and stroking his cock.  He nudged Moussa 
out of the way, and quickly took his place between 
Lara's widely splayed legs.

I had finished my mopping and was about to slip away, 
but Sid had me start polishing the brass railings.  This 
meant that I had to work round the screwing couples, 
even touching them, but they seemed oblivious to my 
presence.  Both girls' eyes were so glazed that I'm not 
sure they even realized I was there.  

It was not long before Zohra's seed joined that of his 
countryman in my daughter's young womb. She hardly 
seemed to care, as she had her hands wrapped around his 
buttocks, pulling him in as tightly as she could while 
she let out orgasmic screams of her own.

Andy, having also stripped by this time to show a shiny 
muscular black physique, then sat next to Lara, and 
effortlessly lifted her on to his lap facing him.  I was 
polishing the rails just next to her, and saw clearly as 
their tongues emerged to wrestle with each other, and as 
his mammoth black organ slipped effortlessly into her 
gaping cunt.

In the meantime, on the opposite side of the deck, 
Quinton was nearing climax as he kept up a stream of 
obscenities about "this whore with the well-used but 
still tight cunt".

His comments seemed to excite Paula who replied in kind: 
"Yes, yes, I'm a whore ... Use me ... use me all of you.  
Relieve yourselves anyway you want.  Fill me with your 
spunk, I want to feel it running down my legs.  FUCK ME 
... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME.  Everyone else watch me!  Watch me 
Stu, watch your whore wife work to save you!!"

With these words, Quinton started to come.  When he was 
done and pulled away, I could see Paula's hole gaping 
open and leaking cum.  She remained in the obscene 
kneeling position, and quickly Sid moved in behind her, 
shedding his pants to thrust his cock up her well-
lubricated pussy.

Paula responded immediately: "Yes, Yes, another one ... 
great ... keep me filled."

My attention was drawn back to Andy and Lara, screwing 
away as their tongues continued frantically to explore 
each others' mouths. She was energetically bouncing on 
his penetrating organ, and he was clearly rapidly 
approaching the point of no return.

To my embarrassment, the eroticism of the uninhibited 
sex around me was generating an erection which I tried 
to hide behind the cleaning materials I was using.  But 
Aaron, still operating the digicam noticed and commented 
loudly: "Hey, look ... hubby is getting turned on by his 
wife and daughter fucking to earn his passage.  Or, 
anyway, I think that little thing sticking out is his 
cock!"

My continued embarrassment was eased when both couples 
came noisily at this point, to the cheers of the 
onlookers.  At this point, it occurred to me that every 
man on board except me had had one of the girls during 
that morning.

Paula and Lara extracted themselves from their last 
partners, and sat next to each other with their legs 
splayed obscenely open.  Their pussies gaped and leaked 
copious amounts of semen.

"Oh dear, what a mess" commented Sid. "We'll need to get 
that cleaned up before they drip everywhere else".

"Stu", he turned to me, "Go get a basin of warm water 
and some soap and towels, and do your bit by cleaning up 
those pussies".

The girls giggled at my discomfort.  But then Paula 
obviously felt sorry for me and said: "Don't worry.  I 
need to go for a piss anyway, and I can then clean 
myself".

But Sid would have none of this!  "Nonsense, we don't 
want you girls exhausting yourselves".  Turning to me, 
he added: "Get a bucket as well for them to piss into". 

A few minutes later, I was back.  I placed the bucket in 
front of Paula, and she moved to squat over it.  I tried 
to move back, but Sid put a foot on my backside, to keep 
me almost peering into the bucket as Paula's flood of 
piss poured in.  When she was done, I had to kneel 
between her legs and wash all the piss and cum away.  
Then I had to dry her by patting with the towel.  During 
all this time, she moaned softly in pleasure, and then 
lay back with a satisfied sigh as I finished.

The performance was repeated with Lara, except that now 
I had to sit on the deck with the bucket between my 
legs, and my hands holding the bucket as Lara peed 
unendingly.  Some of her urine in fact splashed out on 
to me, although I'm not sure anyone noticed.

After I had rinsed out the bucket and basin, I was 
called to start preparing lunch, so that I could escape 
inside.  After lunch, the two girls went for a lie down 
in the stateroom.  Later in the afternoon, after they 
re-appeared, I managed to keep myself out of the way as 
much as I could.  But I was continually being sent on 
errands or given cleaning jobs, so that I did see them 
every now and then.  At least one of the two was fucking 
or sucking someone at those times, and on at least one 
occasion, Paula was doing both at the same time, while 
two more guys were masturbating over her.

As it was getting dark, we pulled into a yacht basin 
somewhere (I had no idea where).  After tying up, drinks 
and a light meal, and my cleaning everything, the boss 
indicated he was off to bed, and took Paula with him.  I 
was left again to draw cards for the pleasure of 
spending the night in Lara's bed. 

It was agreed that Mark and Henk would not draw a card, 
having won the previous night, and of course I was also 
not in the draw.  This time Zohra and Andy were the 
winners, and all left me to get what rest I could in the 
lounge.

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Shortly after breakfast dishes were cleaned the next 
morning, all three of us were packed off to the 
stateroom, as "guests" were again expected.

This was the first time I was alone with my wife and 
daughter, and I tried to tell them how sorry I was, that 
it would not last for ever, and that I would make it up 
to them when we got home.

"How?" queried Paula.  "In any case, don't kid us, you 
get your jollies out of seeing your wife and daughter 
acting as your whores, don't you".

I tried to put my arm round Paula to deny this.  But she 
hissed at me: "Stu, what are you doing.  You can't try 
to get amorous while our little girl is in the room!"  
The little girl giggled.

I sat out the remainder of the time miserably on one 
side, as Paula and Lara chatted quietly, apparently 
comparing the equipment and techniques of the various 
crew members.

After the guests had gone, the girls went back on deck 
where they would definitely be seen by passers by, but I 
don't think there was any screwing.  The crew took turns 
in going ashore for a while.  Then that evening, they 
produced two miniscule minidresses (but no underwear, I 
noticed) for the girls, and with the bosses permission 
took them to a local pub in the evening (Sid carrying 
their passports), while the Boss, Andy and Zohra stayed 
on board to keep watch.

The girls were pretty drunk when they returned, 
stripping unselfconsciously as soon as they were on 
board.  Paula insisted on dealing her own cards this 
time, while Lara went off with the Boss to his cabin.

The next morning, we set sail early, and it was much 
like a rerun of the first full day at sea.  The one big 
difference was that after each had pissed in my bucket, 
but before I washed them, I was forced to lean in and 
lick them clean, getting cum all over my face.  Then 
Lara also managed to squirt out a little more piss as I 
was sucking, to the amusement of all others.  On future 
occasions (as this scene was to be repeated many times), 
both of them would spurt out some piss as I sucked, to 
my continuing humiliation and the hilarity of the crew.

During the next few days, the same patterns were 
repeated as we called at three other ports to pick up 
goods from guests.  On the last two calls, we were not 
even sent to the stateroom.  I was given a pair of 
three-quarter length baggy pants (that Moussa and Zohra 
would later say made me look like a eunuch in a harem), 
and made to pour drinks behind the bar, served by the 
totally naked Paula and Lara.

While at sea between the last two calls, as I emerged on 
deck for cleaning, I heard Lara say: "I don't believe 
it!  Surely it's not possible!"

"Well, I'll show you then", countered Paula.

"Stu", she turned to me. "Go to the stateroom, and look 
in the drawer next to the bed.  There's a bottle of 
Vaseline petroleum jelly.  Bring it to me."

When I returned, Paula was sitting on Andy's lap, facing 
him, with his cock clearly buried in her pussy, and her 
butt sticking out to expose her ass-hole to the world.

"Now rub a good amount of the Vaseline into my asshole, 
massaging it in with your fingers" Paula instructed.

I did as I was told, and was rather taken aback when I 
realized I could feel Andy's cock through the thin 
membrane, but Paula insisted that I keep going until her 
whole back passage was well greased up.  Then I had to 
pass the bottle on to Quinton who was already stripped. 
 He rubbed a little Vaseline on to his rigid cock, and 
then positioned it against Paula's rectum.  Gently, he 
worked his stiff member into her back passage, which 
seemed to relax to let him in.

It was not long before Andy and Quinton were 
coordinating their thrusts deep into Paula's two holes. 
 She cried out in total ecstasy:  "Oh God, yes, keep 
going for ever, keep me filled with your manhood ... Use 
me ... Fuck me ... Dump your cum into me ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Lara was furiously frigging herself as she watched.  
"That's so cool ... Go, Mum, go, take their cocks deep"

Then she shouted: "I've got to try this as well", and 
jumped up to position herself astride Zohra, with his 
cock slipping easily into her pussy.  Then she called to 
me: "Daddy, grease up my backside as you did Mum's".

Again I did as I was told, and soon she was also 
sandwiched between Moussa and Zohra, screaming even more 
loudly than her mother.

Aaron had been filming the activity with the ever-
present digicam, but at this point he passed it on to 
me, telling me to be careful to get good pictures of 
both girls.  He stripped off his pants and knelt on the 
bench next to Lara, so that he could feed her his cock 
on which she greedily sucked like a piglet at a sow's 
tit.

At this point, Sid came out on to the deck.  Adding his 
advice to me as to how to record the orgiastic scenes, 
he quickly stripped and knelt next to Paula so that she 
could suck his prick.  So now all six of the crew not 
actually on duty were energetically fucking my two 
girls, and I had no option but to keep filming the 
activity. 

All eight seemed to come at almost the same time, and 
collapsed into two heaps with groans and sighs of 
intense satisfaction.  I stopped filming, put the 
digicam down and tried to slip away.

But Sid saw me: "Where the hell do you think you're 
going?  You've got to clean up the mess in the ladies' 
holes".

And so once again, I had to get the basin of warm soapy 
water, and carefully wipe the two holes of each girl of 
the gooey mess, now streaked with brown!

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We left the last European port of call early in the 
morning, about eight days after we had first come on 
board.  We had a long lazy day cruising slowly south 
across the Mediterranean.

There was, of course, the usual continual fuck and suck 
orgies going on, and I was again forced to watch the 
whole time.  It was difficult to hide the fact that I 
had a hard-on a lot of the time, but was unable to get 
even hand relief. But sometime during the afternoon, Sid 
expressed some sympathy: "Poor Stu!  He looks as if he 
needs relief.  

He had me sit on a loose deck chair, with a back but no 
arm rests.  He then gestured to Lara with the words: 
"Go, sit on your Daddy's lap and give him a kiss, to 
show he's still loved!"

With a giggle, she dropped on to my lap, facing me.

She leaned into me and gave me an open-mouthed kiss, but 
just before our mouths met I noticed unswallowed cum on 
her tongue which she inserted into my mouth.  I tried to 
struggle away from swallowing another man's cum, but it 
was impossible.

Even worse, I could feel my traitorous prick slipping 
into her warm welcoming juicy tunnel of love!  

"God, no, no", I cried, "This is wrong. Oh God Lara, I'm 
sorry, I don't want to, but Ahhhhhhhhhh".

But Lara continued to kiss me as she gently rocked her 
hips against mine.  I could no longer control my 
impulses, and started to hump fiercely against my 
daughter, feeling that exquisite feeling of my long-
denied cock being massaged by the tight velvety feel of 
her 15 year old pussy.

I was only dimly aware at that point that the digicam 
was recording my incestuous coupling with Lara.  At the 
same time, Paula began taunting me as well: "You dirty 
old man ... fucking our little girl ... I should report you 
to the police ... I hope they leave me a copy of these 
pictures ... Pull out NOW", which of course I was by now 
incapable of doing!

It was not long before I felt the pressure building up 
to climax in my groin, and then the spurts started to 
come, filling Lara's young womb as she let out a 
satisfied "Ooooooooo ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh".

Soon afterwards, Lara lifted herself off my lap, and 
left me with a puddle of cum (maybe not all mine?) in 
the hair around my shrinking cock, captured in a digicam 
close-up to the amusement of all.

(Cont in Chapter 3)


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