In 1987 when I graduated at age 22 with a business
degree, this was still apartheid South Africa. The laws
prohibiting interracial sex were no longer rigidly
enforced, but were still on the statute book. For this
reason, I found a particular thrill in dating "coloured"
girls during my student days and breaking the law by
getting into their pants.

Early in 1988 I met Paula, then just 17 and starting 11th
grade. She was also "coloured", but I really fell for
her ... it was not just the illicit thrill. She was tall;
at 1.73m (or 5'8" if you like) she was slightly taller
than me. She was athletically built, broad-shouldered
with C-cup tits that jutted out firmly. She was not
particularly dark, rather more olive-skinned; in fact,
she was later often thought to be southern European or
perhaps Arab.

As I said, I'm a smooth-talking salesman, and within two
months of our meeting had talked her out of her cherry.
This was no mean feat, as she was active in a quite
fundamentalist church.

Before long, we drifted into a social group of some six
or seven senior schoolgirls dating older guys. Within
this group, there were continual rounds of dares to do
outrageous things such as sex in ever more public
places. Then around September that year came the dare
that really appealed to my gambler's instinct. One of
the guys had discovered that if you put a condom in a
microwave oven at a particular combination of power and
time, it still seemed OK when you put it on, but it
easily ruptured.

The dare then was this. Each girl had to state the day
on which her period started. Two weeks later, she and
her boyfriend had to choose one condom from a box of 10
condoms of which one had been sabotaged. They had to
strip down to underwear to show they had no other
protection with them, and then go into a room and "do
it".

This went on for about 6 weeks with no one getting the
dud, which was almost disappointing. Then Paula and I
came up for the second time, around the third week in
October. It was quite a thrill anyway, fucking with a
group of friends outside the door making comments, but
the risk really made it for me. I didn't even feel the
rubber burst; we had a marvellous fuck, and lay coupled
in post-coital bliss for quite a few minutes after I
came. Only when I pulled out, "Oh, God", there were the
remnants of the rubber around the base of my cock. I
had saturated Paula's womb with my seed.

When we came out and showed the others, there was great
cheering and giggling. Three weeks later, there was no
doubt that Paula's period was late. Two weeks after
that, a pregnancy test confirmed our fears.

We told both sets of parents (about the pregnancy, that
is, and not about the stupid dare). Mine were annoyed
that I had not been more careful, and even hinted that
Paula had trapped me. Hers were devastated.

We still couldn't get married in South Africa. So I
took Paula back to England (with the help of a family
friend at the consulate who smoothed out the paper work
for Paula), and we got married.

Baby Lara arrived in July 1989. For the next couple of
years, I worked in a property development office, while
Paula did a secretarial course, and once Lara was three
and settled in a nursery school, Paula found work.

By this time I was getting bored with office life
myself. Through some contacts I had made, I set up on
my own, borrowed large amounts of money, bought,
modified and sold lots of properties. Some worked out
well. Others ruined me and we had to start again.

This became the pattern for the next ten years as Lara
grew into a beautiful teenager, very much like her
mother. At times we were nearly destitute, supported by
Paula's regular but limited secretarial income; at other
times I was a millionaire!

This brings us to early this year (2004). Lara was 14,
going on 15, and looked about 17. What worried me was
her 17-year old motor-cycling boyfriend (Billy), as I
remembered only too well how easily I had seduced her
mother at 17!

Paula was now 33, but looked hardly more than 25, and
many mistook the two of them for sisters. I had been
urging Paula to have another baby, but she kept
insisting that we should wait until we were sufficiently
financially secure and settled, so that she could give
up her job with the used car dealership where she had
worked for past two years or more. By May 2004,
however, I had closed a deal that would give us more
than I had ever made before, and Paula at last agreed to
have the baby, but on one condition: that I make over
all the money to her, into her private savings account.

I agreed, and the day I showed her the final signed
contracts, she flushed her birth control pills down the
toilet.

The money itself would only be paid out in August, so we
were still short on funds. But we agreed to have a
cheap holiday in Europe for six weeks, all three of us
using busses and trains and sleeping in youth hostels.
Paula would quite her job at the end of June, and we
would set off as soon as Lara finished school, just a
week or so before her 15th birthday.

I was a little disappointed that Paula was not yet
pregnant by the time we left. The problem was that
there had been so much rushing around that we hardly had
any sex during June and July. And then once on our
trip, Lara usually shared a room with us, so that we had
little opportunity then.

We took a ferry to the north of Spain, and then over a
couple of weeks meandered across Spain, along the French
Riviera and into Italy.

The trouble started in early August in Naples. We had
agreed to stay there for a week or more, exploring the
area. But both Paula and Lara were pre-menstrual at the
same time, and rather bitchy. So I escaped to the yacht
basin, where I got involved with a poker school. Even
after the girls' periods came, for the next 3 or 4 days,
I still slipped away at times to play poker, as at first
I had been doing so well.

And then I started losing, and losing, and losing!
Suddenly I realized that I had blown almost all our
funds. This was a disaster! I was technically
bankrupt, and had no bank account. Paula had her
savings account, but with an ATM card that only worked
in the UK. We had taken travellers cheques, but now I
had used them all.

Paula was furious when I confessed. She, accompanied by
Lara, marched me back to the yacht basin to find my
poker mates. She threatened, she cajoled, she flirted,
she cried, trying to get my money back, but to no avail.
But then two of the guys, two young but rather upper-
class Brits, suggested one possible way out.

"We are part of the crew of an ocean-going yacht that's
doing some business around the Mediterranean", one of
them told us. "The boss has said we don't have enough
cleaning and kitchen staff. Perhaps he'll sign you on.
We are supposed to be back in England in about 3 weeks".

This seemed our only hope. We agreed that the two guys
would bring their boss to meet us a couple of hours
later.

The "boss" turned out to be an aristocratic Englishman
in his early 50s. He gave us the once-over; or at least
he gave Paula and Lara the once over, largely ignoring
me. I remember thinking that it was fortunate both of
them had worn gypsy-style tops with low scooped
bustlines, as the boss (we never did get to hear his
name) leered at their tits most of the time. He did
also question us on families, when we'd be expected
home, and on who might miss us if we were late.

"OK", he said, "I'm satisfied. You can work your way
home with us by cleaning, helping in the galley etc.
But remember that once on board, you obey orders without
question! And another thing - - Keep your noses out of
our business at all times or you'll be in trouble. Do
you understand?"

We agreed.

"Right", the boss continued. "Meet us back here at 7pm
sharp, with all your bags".

Over the next couple of hours, Paula warned me
repeatedly not to blow this last chance by any other
stupid actions, such as "poking my nose" into their
business.

We were met by the two younger guys (Mark and Quinton
were their names), who escorted us without offering to
carry anything to the "yacht". To my eyes it looked
like a small ocean liner.

The "boss" met us at the top of the gangplank,
accompanied by a little cockney guy, Sid, who appeared
to be in his mid-forties, and two huge very black West
Indian men, whom he referred to as Andy and Aaron. The
boss explained that Sid was his right-hand man, and that
we should take orders from him. Andy and Aaron were "in
charge of security", he told us.

Sid told us to follow him. He led us through a lounge
area (with a number of tables and a fancy bar), down a
passage, at the end of which he opened a door to show us
into a huge stateroom with its own en suite bathroom.

"This is normally a VIP guest cabin, but it's not being
used, and is our only spare cabin at this stage".

None of us commented on the fact that there was only one
kingsized bed, so that presumably Lara would need to
share the bed with us. Somehow, this generated a bit of
a tingle in my groin, for reasons I would have found
hard to articulate.

We left our backpacks (which was all we had) on the bed,
and followed Sid as he showed us round the rest of boat.
Apart from the six guys we had already met, he also
introduced us to a tall fifty-year old Hollander, Henk,
and to two Algerians (Moussa and Zohra). It turned out
that Henk basically captained the boat, assisted by Mark
and Quinton. At this stage the roles of Moussa and
Zohra were not clear.

After the tour, we settled down in the lounge, and had
drinks. Nothing had yet been said about our duties, but
everyone was friendly and the ambience was fantastic.

We had just finished the drinks when we heard some
sounds outside. Andy came in and told the boss that
"your guests are here".

Sid gestured to us, and escorted us to our stateroom.
"Stay here", he instructed us, "until I say you may come
out".

He left closing the door, but not locking it.

I peeped through a porthole. It was starting to get
dark, but I could make out a group of men bringing
suitcases and boxes on board from cars on the dockside.
There seemed to be some urgency to get finished, and I
saw that some were nervously looking up the road as if
they expected someone else to come.

Suddenly it struck me! I turned to Paula and told her:
"I know what their line of business is! I'm sure
they're fences for stolen goods, probably things like
art and jewellery. If I can just hear what they're
saying I'll be sure of it!"

"Don't be an idiot Stu", hissed Paula. "You heard what
they said: keep your nose out of their business. Don't
get us into even more trouble!"

But I was hardly listening to her. I cracked the cabin
door open - - there was no one around. So I slipped out
into the passage even as Paula whispered urgently at me
to get back. But there's no stopping my curiosity once
aroused. I crept right down to the door of the lounge,
and heard enough to confirm my suspicions. With a smile
on my face, I was just about to slip back to our cabin,
when the door next to me opened and Aaron came out.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled at me,
which quickly brought the boss and Sid out to see what
was happening.

They looked really mad. "It looks like you can't obey
orders . . . well on this ship you'd better learn fast",
the boss spat out at me.

"Take him back to their cabin and bolt the door", he
told Aaron, who more or less lifted me bodily and
threw me inside. The door was slammed shut and this
time a key was turned.

"Now you've blown it, you fool" Paula raged at me. "Who
knows what they'll do to us now, but they won't want us
blabbering to anyone else".

For some time we sat in tense silence. We heard the
visitors' cars go, and a short while later the yacht's
engines started up and we moved away from the pier.

We must have been at sea for about an hour, and the
shore line was just a misty line of light on the
horizon, before there was a sound at our door.

The door opened, and the boss, Sid, Mark, Andy and Aaron
all trooped in looking grim. They looked at us in
silence for what seemed an age. Then the boss spoke.

"So what do we do with you people? Some of the crew
think we should dump you overboard in our rubber dinghy,
and let you fend for yourselves".

My stomach went cold, as we were not sailors in any
way!! It was Paula who spoke first.

"Please, don't. We'll get lost and drown. It's Stu
who's the idiot. But we'll keep him quiet and Lara and
I will never say anything".

"Mmmmmm" mused the boss. "I'm inclined to be
sympathetic, but we have to be absolutely sure you don't
jump ship at one of our ports of call".

"I swear to God", promised Paula, "we'll stay out of
sight in port and we'll keep Stu under control. We'll
behave, and we'll work hard to make our presence on
board worth your while."

The boss looked at our three backpacks lying on the bed.
"Is that all the luggage you have, and are all your
papers in there?"

When we nodded, he said: "Open them!"

He took our toilet bags and passports out. The
passports were handed to Sid who left the room for a few
minutes. The boss then told us: "The toilet bags are
all you are keeping out; everything else will be locked
away in the front hold. In that way we'll be sure you
stay where you are."

I was about to ask about clean clothing when he went on:
"So take off the clothes you are wearing, and put them
in your bags."

"Wh-a-a-a-a-t?" Paula and I screamed simultaneously.

"You heard me" he said.

"But - but - but . . ." I stammered.

Sid, who had just re-entered, made it clear: "You have
two choices, mate. Do as you're told or overboard you
go".

Paula gestured to Lara that we had no choice, and they
kicked off their sandals. Then, with a combination of
defiance and coquettishness, they started to pull their
tops off. Their skirts quickly followed, leaving them
in bra and panties only before I had got further than
taking off my shoes and socks.

"You too, mate", Sid poked me in the ribs.

If the truth be known, I felt more embarrassed at
stripping in front of these men that either of the girls
seemed to be. They seemed almost to be flirting! I am
quite small boned, but a bit flabby around the middle,
with a rather pasty white skin, whereas all the other
men on board seemed pretty athletic and tanned if not
black. But my greatest embarrassment was my cock.
Never huge even when erect, it shrank to near
invisibility in my pubic hair when I was cold,
frightened or embarrassed, and I could imagine them
laughing at me.

But I pulled my shirt off in tandem with the girls
shedding their bras, to expose their breasts proudly to
the circle of men around them. Even I was fascinated by
Lara, whom I had not seen topless since she was about
11. Her tits were almost as large as her mother's, but
perhaps more conical, with the nipples pointing up, in
contrast to Paula's luscious roundness (not sagging, but
still showing that she had nursed an infant). Like
Paula, Lara also had an overall olive complexion and
large dark-coloured aureolae.

Paula and Lara slowly worked their panties over their
hips, and their substantial black bushes came into sight
to the accompaniment of whistles from a couple of the
men. I took a deep breath and stripped off my trousers
and underpants, but I think the men were too entranced
with Paula and Lara to pay me much attention.

We placed our clothes in our backpacks, at which point
Sid sealed the zips closed with one of those security
strapping instruments used by airlines. At a gesture
from the boss, Andy and Aaron picked up our bags and
disappeared.

At that moment, the engines stopped.

"Ah, good", said the boss. "We must have reached our
over-night mooring. Let's go through to the lounge to
discuss what we now do with these three."

Quickly the entire crew gathered, and sat around as we
were left to stand next to the bar.

The boss looked us up and down. "Well, I guess Stu can
still do general cleaning and help in the galley, but it
seems a shame to use the two pretty ladies in that way,
don't you agree?"

There was a murmur of assent.

"Naked, nubile women are so much better employed in
satisfying more personal needs of a male crew".

"What do you mean?" Paula and I asked almost
simultaneously.

"Surely, I don't have to spell it out?" laughed the
boss.

"Do you mean you're going to gang-rape us?" asked Paula
softly, nervously and yet somehow without the total fear
I would have expected.

"Rape is an ugly word. You have voluntarily agreed to
stay on board in your naked condition. You could have
selected the option to go on the dinghy. You must know
that an all-male crew will want to take advantage of
this offer".

Paula moved slightly forward, as if to shield Lara.
"Look do to me what you like, but leave my daughter.
She's only an underaged child".

"She doesn't look much of a child to me, with those tits
and that bush" commented Sid with a sneer.

"How old are you, darling?" asked the boss.

"Four- -, no I mean fifteen" replied Lara.

"There you are then. Although some Anglo-Saxon
traditions look on 16 as the 'age of consent', many
other cultures put it at 12 or 13. In fact, in many
countries, a woman of 15 is married already, and proving
her fertility".

Then turning back to Lara, he asked: "Are you still a
virgin?"

"Ye- er - No" she replied, blushing slightly, and not
looking Paula or myself in the eye.

"But", Paula went on anxiously, "your guys will at least
use protection?"

"Why?" asked the boss, "Do you have some diseases? My
guys were all medically checked at the start of the
cruise, and were clean. And they have used condoms when
visiting brothels, but here on board I see no reason to
bother."

"It's pregnancy I'm worried about" explained Paula.

"Aren't you on the pill?"

"No".

"How come? Were you wanting to fall pregnant".

"Stu and I were thinking of a child", she admitted.

"Oh dear, and he hasn't yet succeeded. It's probably
that little willy of his --- it's too small! [to
laughter from the others] You should be glad of our help
then. And if you become mother and grandmother at the
same time it will help cement a bond with your daughter
to avoid her getting jealous of a new sibling."

"But look, it's getting late", the boss continued. "We
need to clarify arrangements to avoid arguments amongst
the crew. During daytime, you two will have to service
any of the crew not on duty on a first-come first-served
basis. Since I am always on duty during the day, and am
the boss, I shall get first call for the night. One of
the ladies will join me in my bed for the night, and I
shall alternate between them. The other of the ladies
will have the bed in the guest stateroom, and there's
enough room for two guys to share it with her. I
suggest you draw cards each night, with the two highest
cards winning."

The assembled crew expressed satisfaction with the
arrangement. I was not consulted!

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.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.

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.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.