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

Chapter 3: Heading Home (M+/Ff,m+/Ff,preg,inc)
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It was after dark that evening before we tied up in a 
port, clearly Arab from the number of minarets visible 
on the skyline, and presumably North African.

Just after lunch the next day, four Arab men arrived in 
two separate cars.  They were brought into the lounge, 
where I was again serving as barman, wearing my 'eunuch' 
baggy shorts.  The girls offered drinks, wearing nothing 
but a smile.  The guests were fascinated, and quickly 
felt up their tits and buttocks, to which the girls 
administered playful slaps and giggled.

The role of Moussa and Zohra was now clear.  They were 
interpreters in what was clearly intensive bargaining to 
sell the goods (largely art and jewellery) which the 
crew had fenced.

Two of the Arab men were taken by most of the crew to 
view the merchandise.  Only Andy remained as a guard 
with us and the other two.  As the boss left, however, 
he quietly instructed me to offer the two girls to the 
two remaining behind: "One can use their stateroom, and 
the other one mine.  You had better make sure they are 
happy, or I shall be mad.  Andy will report if you are 
not trying hard enough!"

The message was clear: I had to pimp for my wife and 
daughter!  As soon as the other left, I beckoned to the 
two remaining Arabs.

I leaned across the bar, and whispered: "Girl - you want 
while you wait?"

Their English was not good, but they got the message, 
and their eyes brightened.  One of them asked: "How 
much?"

"No", I replied, "It's free for our guests"

They looked the girls over, and had a short but animated 
conversation.  Then one of them fished out a coin and 
spun it.  They laughed at the result, and immediately 
one grabbed Paula by the hand, and the other one Lara, 
and disappeared with them to the staterooms.

My humiliation was by now complete as Andy gave me a 
thumbs-up sign.

About half-an-hour later, everyone returned at about the 
same time.  Paula and Lara had clear cum-trails running 
down their inner thighs, which they made no attempt to 
hide. The two who had been with them obviously gave a 
glowing report to the other pair, who in turn said 
something to Moussa and Zohra.

They translated.  In essence, they agreed to the Boss' 
prices, provided they too could spend time with the two 
`whores'.  There was immediate agreement, and this pair 
went off with Paula and Lara again, while the first pair 
went off with the crew to inspect the merchandise.

Finally, everyone was back, agreements were obviously 
reached, and all settled back to drink on the successful 
conclusion of business.  I poured drinks, and the girls 
served, before sitting between pairs of our Arab 
visitors. There was more discussion in Arabic.  Zohra 
translated.  Each pair wanted to have a last session 
with one of the girls while the goods they had purchased 
were packed in the cars.

The Boss gave a thumbs up, and the two girls disappeared 
again with the four men.  It was about 40 minutes later 
before they reappeared, both girls showing spatters of 
cum around lips, tits and in their pubic hair.  The men 
all greeted me behind the bar, and slipped me 20 US 
Dollar notes.  I was much later to discover that they 
had given the girls 100 Dollars each, which they had 
secreted in their toilet bags.  So there was no 
remaining doubt: They were prostitutes and I was their 
pimp.

Early the next morning we set sail again, and cruised 
all day in sight of the African coast, before entering 
another port towards dusk.  The following day turned out 
to be almost an action replay of events at the previous 
African port.

At the third port, there was a slight difference in that 
only two Arab traders arrived in separate vehicles.  
Both were tall, sleek and bejewelled indicating 
tremendous wealth, but enormously fat as well.  

When the first of the two men went off with the crew, I 
started my usual "You want a girl while you wait?"  He 
looked the two over, roared in laughter, and took both 
of them with him to the stateroom.  When they eventually 
returned, I could see that Paula had streaks of cum 
around her mouth.  But it was many weeks later before I 
got the story out of them.  

He had made the two of them lie across the bed in a 69 
position with Lara on top.  He then knelt behind one of 
them, and slammed his cock into her pussy, as the other 
girl licked along his shaft.  After a few minutes, he 
pulled out and went behind the other with the roles 
reversed.  Then back to the first one.  And so he 
continued fucking them both and alternating ends at 
least half a dozen times until he came in Lara, so that 
Paula lying underneath got a final mouthful of cum mixed 
with Lara's juices as he pulled out.

The other Arab guest returned just a few minutes later. 
 He looked fascinated at the sight of the girls, and 
spoke animatedly to his colleague.  He immediately 
grabbed the two girls, and without waiting for an 
invitation dragged them off for his turn.  On their 
return, it was Lara with an evident mouthful of cum.

When all were back in the lounge, there was further 
discussion in Arabic, after which Moussa translated.

"These two are prepared to take all our remaining stock 
at a 5% premium over the agreed prices.  But this is on 
condition that they can have the use of the whores 
tomorrow.  They want to bring a group of teenage boys, 
sons and nephews, for a bit of experience in the ways of 
sex."

"Agreed!" said the Boss without any consultation with 
the others.

And so it was that late the next morning a fleet of cars 
arrived at the wharf, from which emerged our guests of 
the previous day, and eight boys between 14 and 16 years 
old.

Juices were served to the boys, and then they were 
allowed to feel Paula's and Lara's tits and backsides, 
and to insert fingers up their pussies.  All this was to 
the accompaniment of continuous comment from their two 
adults.

Then the boys were formed into a ring, with Paula and 
Lara kneeling in front of two of the boys at opposite 
sides.

Zohra gave me a referee's whistle, and translated the 
instructions: "The two girls will start sucking the 
cocks of two of the boys.  After exactly one minute, I 
was to blow the whistle.  The girls must then move one 
boy to their right, to start sucking them, again for one 
minute.  As this continues, each boy who comes drops out 
of the circle until only two are left.  The girls then 
suck these two to completion and swallow their cum".

The first three came pretty quickly, usually as a result 
of continuing to rub themselves after their minute was 
up.  They were allowed to move closer to one of the 
girls, to spray cum over their hair and backs rather 
than on the deck.

The first cummers were clearly teased by the rest, but 
two more came not long after.  At this point, only three 
were left.  They seemed to last a long time, having the 
discipline not to touch themselves while they were odd 
man out.  But eventually, one of them, having Paula take 
him in her mouth just after Lara was finished, 
ejaculated almost instantly as her lips closed round his 
prick.  She pulled back and most of it sprayed over her 
face and tits.

That left the final two, who did not last much longer, 
but you could see the satisfaction on their faces as 
they pumped their loads into the girls' mouths, and you 
could see their throats working as they swallowed the 
loads.     

Everyone sat for a while to catch breath and to have 
more juices.

Then the two girls were seated on chairs facing each 
other, some yards apart.  Four boys were lined up at 
each.  It was going to be much the same idea, but this 
time the boys could stick their cocks right into their 
warm pussies.  Once again, I was given the whistle to 
blow after each minute.  As soon as a boy was finished, 
he joined the queue for the next girl.

This round took much longer, and almost all the boys 
managed to hold on to deposit their seed into one of the 
girls' cunts.  As I was watching, it occurred to me that 
we had been on board for about 12 days, and that their 
periods had ended just before we joined.  They were thus 
probably pretty fertile if they weren't pregnant yet, so 
that all these loads of cum would surely seal their 
fate.

Finally, when all the boys had come, each of the two 
adults took a girl, laid her on a bunk, and fucked them 
missionary style in front of everyone.  Their bellies 
were massive, and seemed to squash the girls, but they 
were still smiling and actively thrusting back against 
their partners, encouraging them to cum.

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By the next morning, the Boss announced that the trip 
had been very successful, and that we were heading 
slowly back to the UK.

This took 4 or 5 days, calling at a couple of ports at 
which the girls were often taken ashore (in miniscule 
outfits which the crew procured for them) for some 
partying.

Eventually, one evening after dark, the Boss told us 
that we were about 50 miles off the Devon south coast.  
We would wait until the half-moon had set before moving 
closer to shore, towards a cove that had often been used 
by smugglers in the past, but was now usually deserted.

"We'll run you up on to the shore with our inflatable 
launch.  If you climb up the slopes on the inland side, 
you'll get to a road.  Turn right, and in about an 
hour's walk you will reach a little seaside village, 
from where you can get a bus into Torquay".

A so it was that around 3am that we were lowered on to 
the launch, still naked, but with our backpacks and 
passports given to us.  There were parting words of 
warning from the Boss: "Don't try to report us.  The 
name of the yacht will in any case magically change 
before dawn.  But if we have any inkling that you are 
trying to get us into trouble, DVD copies of the videos 
we have taken will reach various contact names we found 
in your wallet and papers.  It was great having you on 
board".

Paula and Lara went round and kissed all the crew before 
being lowered.  Mark and Quinton came with us to sail 
the launch, which they ran up on to the shore.  I was 
left to unload our goods, while Mark and Quinton lay 
Paula and Lara on the rubber sides of the launch to have 
a farewell fuck.

I had a small toolpack in my bag, so once I had it open 
I could easily undo the seals on the other two.  
However, it was not that easy to break the seals on 
mine.  I tried bashing the seals with rocks with no 
success, but then found a rusty old fisherman's knife 
with which I sawed through the seals.  In the meantime, 
the two couples were fucking so noisily that they woke 
up the seagulls.

Finally they were done, and Quinton and Mark started the 
launch to roar off, leaving us on our own for the first 
time in nearly three weeks.  I quickly had the bags 
opened, and we could dress.  I could not help but notice 
that the girls only put on short denim dresses and tight 
t-shirts.  Definitely no underwear.  Paula saw me 
looking and said with a giggle: "Hey, we've been naked 
for three weeks.  We have to get used to the idea of 
clothes again!"

We found the little village as the sun came up.  The 
first bus left at 7.30, and we had enough loose cash 
between us to pay the fares.

In Torquay, we found a branch of Paula's savings bank, 
where she could use her card.  The money was there; we 
(well Paula) were rich!  She drew 200 pounds and we went 
to a restaurant for a full English breakfast before 
doing anything else.

We had lost track of time, but discovered it was a 
Friday.  There was a direct train to London leaving at 
just before 2.30pm, so we decided to wait for that.  As 
it happened, there were signal delays on the way, and we 
only reached London, Paddington by 6.30.  It was another 
hour to reach our flat, by which time we were all 
exhausted.  We phoned for pizzas, and were in bed by 
9.30.

The next morning I woke earlier than Paula who was sleeping 
nude next to me.  I played with her breasts until she 
surfaced and then made love to her.  Frankly, she showed 
no great enthusiasm, just lying there letting me use her.  
But I was so desperate for relief that I still came quickly.

We spent that day (Saturday) laying in supplies and 
phoning people to tell them we were back.  We had agreed 
how to coordinate our stories regarding our trip home!

Saturday night, and Paula was a little more 
enthusiastic.  She pulled me down to eat her to two 
climaxes while masturbating myself, but then rolled me 
on to my back to ride me cowboy style, which was much 
more satisfying than the morning.

I awoke early on Sunday, around 7am.  I had a feeling of 
peace that the nightmare was now over and that we could 
return to normal.  It had always been my habit to go for 
a 2-hour jog on Sunday mornings, so I thought I would 
resume regular habits.  I kissed Paula, and whispered 
that I was going out for a run, and let myself out at 
around 7.30.

I immediately realized that I was hopelessly out of 
condition, and after 15 minutes was completely puffed.  
So I headed home, and let myself in quietly just a few 
minutes after 8, as I presumed Paula and Lara would 
still be sleeping.

But I was surprised to hear voices from the kitchen.  
For some reason, instead of announcing myself, I crept 
closer to eavesdrop.  What a mistake!

"Hi, darling, you're up early" I heard Paula say.

"I'm so horny, I can't sleep", replied Lara.  "It's 48 
hours since I've had a fuck, and I'm going mad.  I 
couldn't get hold of Billy [her motorcycling boyfriend] 
yesterday."

"Tell me about it" Paula responded. "I'm in the same 
position."

"At least you've got daddy to get some relief!"

"You've seen the size of his willy!  After what we've 
had the last few weeks, I can hardly feel it wriggling".

To my dismay, both of them giggled.

"Poor daddy!  But what are you going to do?  Surely you 
wouldn't be unfaithful to him?" said Lara with a 
sarcastic emphasis on the 'unfaithful'.

"I think I'll have to go back at least part-time to 
Jakes" was Paula's response.

Now Jake's Premier Used Cars was where Paula had been 
working for well over 2 years, right until we left on 
our trip.  But Lara (like me) couldn't see the relevance 
of the comment. "What's Jakes got to do with anything?", 
she asked.

Paula laughed.  "You'll have to promise to keep this a 
secret!"

Lara promised.

"Well, you've seen Jake.  He's good looking, smooth and 
charming.  He was into my panties within three weeks.  
And the other three salesman are smooth talkers as well. 
 So within four months, I had been screwed by all of 
them ... and they all knew about it."

"You may remember", Paula continued, "that after about a 
year with Jakes, I started spending one or two nights 
away from home every now and then, helping to collect or 
deliver cars from or to other centres.  Well, that was 
true, but also gave the opportunity to spend the night 
with one or sometimes two of the guys."

Listening in the passage, I was flabbergasted.  Lara was 
impressed, apparently: "Whew ... that's cool ... so I guess 
the boat experiences were not that new!"

"Well no.  But that's not the end of the story.  About 
15 months ago, Jakes had a customer who was looking for 
a fleet of used BMWs.  Jake felt he could get them, but 
that it would take about two weeks, and the client 
didn't want to wait.  So it was arranged that I would 
spend a night with him.  (I simply came home and told 
Stu that I had to go on an urgent delivery, so that I 
needed a change of clothes and my toiletries.)  And then 
this would be repeated when the cars were ready.  The 
client agreed.  Jakes made the sale and a big profit, 
and they gave me a generous 'commission', which I placed 
in a separate bank account that your dad knows nothing 
about."

Paula continued: "The 'entertainment' of important 
clients became a regular part of my duties, and the 
'commissions' built up in my account quite rapidly.  I 
have about 10000 Pounds in the account.  I had the bank 
card with me in Italy, and could have bailed us out, but 
wanted to teach Stu a lesson ... a bigger one than I 
imagined!"

"Wow ... My mum is a prostitute!" laughed Lara.  "No 
wonder I'm a nympho!"

"Maybe", countered Paula, "but now that I've confessed 
to you, it's your turn.  You admitted you weren't a 
virgin.  I assume that it was Billy who took your 
cherry?"

"Yes, Billy bust it on my 14th birthday last year, 
although I had sucked him off a few times before that."

"Was he your only partner before the cruise, though?"

"No way!  When Billy turned 17 in March, he got a new 
bike, and wanted to join a motor cycle club.  It turned 
out that I could only travel on outings with him if I 
had a 6 month probationary period as a gang-moll.  
During this time, I had to submit myself to whatever the 
gang leader and his deputy demanded.  We were inducted 
over the Easter weekend - remember how I convinced you 
to let me go away for two days.  As a start, Billy had 
to strip me in front of the entire gang, and to present 
me to the leader and deputy.  They chose another gang 
member, and the three of them took me to an old barn for 
the night where they repeatedly fucked me."

Lara went on: "Since then, the leader and deputy leader 
have had me many times, and from time to time have given 
me as a reward to one or other of the members.  Billy, 
hasn't really been happy, but has had no choice."  

"I'm still on probation", she added. "I tried to call 
Billy a number of times yesterday with no luck.  I'm 
giving him until 9 then I'm calling again, in the hopes 
that I can go out with the gang.  If not, I'm off to the 
mall to pick anybody up!"

"I quite envy you", replied Paula.  "I wish I could 
organize some relief that easily!"

"Actually, Billy quite fancies you" Lara offered.  "He 
could bring some friends around!"

At this point, I wanted to hear no more.  I slipped out 
quietly and went to a local park, where I sat brooding 
on what I had heard for an hour or so.  I then ran a 
little to build up a sweat, and returned home just after 
9.30.  I met Lara on her way out, and being met by Billy 
and a friend.  She was dressed in a crop top that did 
not hang much below her tits, and a miniscule pair of 
cut-off jeans.  She was off to get fucked, that was 
obvious.

 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In spite of all I had heard, I tried hard to get back to 
normal life, but it never quite happened.  On Monday, I 
visited business colleagues to set up some new deals.  I 
returned home, thinking how to ask Paula for a loan 
against the money I had made over to her.  Surprisingly, 
she was very accommodating!  She offered to give me one-
third back.  I was delighted until she told me she had 
been in contact with Jakes, and that they wanted her to 
help part-time in collections and deliveries again, 
starting this week - so she'd be away on Wednesday and 
Thursday evenings.

I had a miserable Wednesday night, realizing that she'd 
be screwing someone, somewhere.

Thursday night, Lara was out late and returned when I 
was already in bed.  She came into my room to greet me, 
but was clearly a little tipsy.

I tried to remonstrate with her, but her only response 
was: "Oh don't be such a fuddy-duddy old daddy.  But 
perhaps it's because you're missing Mum in your bed.  
Here let me help."

With that, she stripped off her top (no bra), dropped 
her skirt (no panties), kicked off her sandals and 
climbed into bed with me.

"No", I tried to push her out.  "You can't do this.  I'm 
your father".

But she rolled on top of me and started French-kissing 
me.  Nature took its inevitable course, and my pecker 
came to full attention, which she felt.  She impaled 
herself on it and began riding me wildly.  I still tried 
half-heartedly to push her off, but did not have the 
strength of character to overcome her physical strength, 
and it was not long before I was pumping incestuous seed 
in her clearly willing pussy.

I must have fallen into a deep sleep at this point, and 
the next thing I remember it was 8am and soft lips were 
working enthusiastically on my erect member.

I groaned and tried to tell her this was wrong, but my 
moral convictions could not overcome my natural desires. 
 Lara rolled over and pulled me on top of her, and soon 
we were rutting furiously like wild animals.  She 
squealed underneath me "Oh, yes, daddy ... fuck me, fuck 
me ... I'm yours to use whenever you want ... Oh I love 
fucking, climb in deeper, deeper, deeper ..."

I was on the point of coming, when the door opened and 
in walked Paula: "What the fuck is going on here?"

I tried vainly to pull out, but Lara had her strong legs 
wrapped around me.  Soon I started to spurt, with Paula 
taunting me: "You're a hopeless case.  Haven't you got 
enough pecker or gumption to go out and find a woman if 
you want to be unfaithful to me? ... You have to fuck our 
little girl ... No wonder I need to go out and find real 
men like on the boat."

I was totally ashamed, and buried my face in Lara's tits 
as my seed filled her young womb.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Events continued to conspire against any return to the 
normality I sought.  A week later, a parcel arrived 
containing a DVD with about 3 hours of scenes from our 
cruise, including my humiliation at sucking and washing 
the cum from them, and my forced coupling with Lara as 
the others laughed.

About three weeks after our return, the girls used home 
pregnancy tests to confirm that they had little bastards 
growing in them.  They made it clear that they would in 
no way contemplate abortions.  Lara was by now back at 
school, and she wondered about how long they would allow 
her to keep attending regular classes as her belly 
swelled.

At times, I returned home to meet a group of bikers 
emerging from our flat, and they greeted me with knowing 
smirks.  I could only speculate whether they were only 
visiting Lara or both Paula and Lara.

What needed no speculation, however, was Paula's 
virtually weekly absences for a day or two to assist at 
Jakes.  On most such nights, Lara did join me in bed, 
although often only after a night out and with a 
suspiciously juicy pussy.  I struggled to resist the 
temptation, but her young body was like an addictive 
drug - I had to have more and more, even when I knew it 
was a body being enjoyed by many other men.

As I now write, it is the end of November, and the girls 
are starting to show detectable swelling of their 
bellies.  I have at last admitted that normality will 
never return, which is why I have sat down to record the 
events of the past months.

My final acceptance of our bizarre lifestyle came with 
the phone call two weeks ago.  We were just settling 
down to a rather conventional family supper, when the 
phone rang and Paula went to answer.

When she heard who it was, she gave a bright "Oh, HI!"  
But then she said little for some time, just muttering 
"Ah-hah"'s from time to time.  Then she said: "It's an 
exciting idea, but as it affects all three, I think I 
must get them all round and turn on the speaker phone".

We moved across, and as she turned the switch told us: 
"It's the Boss, with a proposition!"

"Oh, Wow!" was Lara's response.

"How's my favourite teenage lover" came his voice out of 
the speaker.

"I'm great!  But what's this proposition?"

"Most of our crew from earlier in the year - all except 
Zohra and Moussa - are leasing a boat in the Caribbean 
from mid-December to mid-January.  We are going to offer 
week-long big game fishing tours, with a hint of 
something more sensual during stop overs in Caribbean 
ports."

He continued: "We thought it would be an added 
attraction to have two uninhibited ladies on board to 
assist with services, and of course thought of you two. 
 This time you would be partners and would get 5% of net 
profits."

"Oh, yes", Lara clapped in excitement, seemingly 
unperturbed that she was selling her body.

Paula was a little more practical. "Remember that we 
will be 4 months pregnant by next month, and 5 months by 
the end of the cruises.  We'll have big bellies, and 
won't be slim trim anorexic models."

"We thought of that", the Boss confirmed. "We think it 
will in fact be an added attraction.  We have some 
outfits for you to wear when our guests first come on 
board, or when you accompany them on-shore - short 
hipster skirts and crop tops that will emphasize the 
bellies.  We even have some thoughts for `semi-
permanent' tattoos on those same bellies, which we all 
look forward to seeing!"

Lara's eyes sparkled.  Paula replied: "Lara and I are 
keen, then?  But what about Stu?"

"Well, if he wants to keep an eye on you two - and we 
know he likes to do so [chuckles on both sides of the 
phone] - he can act as barman.  No actual payment, but 
all costs covered, including flying you all out to the 
Caribbean and back at the end".

And so it was agreed, and details worked out.  We leave 
in just under two weeks' time.  So there it is.  My wife 
and daughter are pregnant whores, and they love it.  If 
I want to stay with them (which I do), I have to accept 
that I'm their pimp, who has to be satisfied with charity 
handouts of occasional sex from them when they feel in 
the mood.  

That's the end of my story for now.  But maybe after the 
Caribbean venture I'll be able to report on a "Pregnant 
Cruise II". 




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