Chapter 1

We had been making fair to middling speed catching a southwesterly wind coming up from the direction of the Dry Tortugas. The passengers were just coming up on deck even though it was almost mid-day. They were a motley bunch with a couple of Frenchie's in the mix as well. The Robinson family was out in full force including the maid Molly who had been doing her best to make the rounds of the entire crew before the trip was over. The four Robinson daughters were bouncy as usual but totally snobbish with the crew and even the officers onboard the ship. The captain was in his cabin just as he had been for several days down with some Island bug that made him a bit delirious and off balance unable to perform his duties. The first mate, Mister Jones was in charge and he was constantly going to the front of the line in poking the playful Molly taking it as a perk of his position. The girl certainly didn't mind because he had a fine cock that was envied by most of the ship's members.

Our ship's name was the Pride of Portsmouth and we took great pride in manning this sleek vessel with high riding draft and steady keel. My name is Grace. My last name is not important but for purposes of clarity I will disclose it as Goodman. I fill the position of cabin boy for the captain and it is a bit of a lark for I am actually a girl not a boy. Of course, only the captain and his sister Agatha were aware of that fact and they thought it was great fun convincing me that I would be quite safe under my Uncle's protection in his very own cabin. Unfortunately, his illness had forced me to vacate the cabin and I was currently taking shelter in the rope locker at the base of the bridge until he recovered. None of the crew had bothered me and I was thankful for the presence of the fair Molly and her greedy slit always ready for action whenever required. Sometimes the cabin boy was an alternative substitute for a plump little female and I was much afraid of being bent over by some desperate sailor in need of relief. It was extremely lucky for me that the ship's stores of spirits were safely locked away in the compartment behind the captain's quarters.

I had only recently passed my eighteenth birthday and the ways of men were still a mystery to me although I had been introduced to the art of using my hand by the elderly parson who tutored me in the learning of making music with my throat. He was forever playing with my tongue and my lips making me make this shape and that telling me to suck his finger as hard as could because it built up my lungs for the singing of religious tunes on Sunday morning. He had given me the assignment of learning the rhythm of the songs by the stroking of his staff with my two hands as he tapped my head with his hand to give me the exact beat he desired in my ministrations and in my song.

I am not so silly that I didn't know what he was doing was wrong but I really didn't make any fuss because I considered it a great opportunity to learn the ways of men's shafts. I was able to gauge the length and the girth and to discover what strokes made it react with the desired result. I judged I was doing an excellent job because the old fellow usually fell into one of his convulsive fits with my hands wrapped around his private parts and he sprayed his juices into my hanky held over his tip for purposes of genteel disposal of the sticky residue. He encouraged me to cover his thing with my lips on several occasions but I was reluctant to do so because I feared the possibility of coming down with child. He laughed at my refusal telling me,

"You silly girl, you can't get a baby that way. You have to spread your legs and take it in your slit as deep as possible."

I suspected he was telling me the truth but still I didn't want to take any chances and only allowed him to use my hands for his pleasure. In my role as cabin boy, I had carefully bound my breasts even though I only had a pair of bee stings of nipples and no lush roundness of most female persons at that age. I think it was because I had taken to the drinking of water rather than milk or cream and my figure was definitely more boyish than girlish.

I sat at the stern looking back at the ship that had been shadowing us for the past few days taking a leeside tack and keeping clear in Bristol fashion with a shy approach that was almost feminine in its nature. It seemed a bit smaller than the Pride of Portsmouth but it had more sail and looked solid in the rear suggesting it carried more than the usual number of gun-mounts for merchant trade.

The four Robinson girls were cavorting on the main deck. The eldest, Patricia was the beauty of the pack with golden tresses and blue as the sky eyes that seemed to brim with tears when the wind got brisk. She sported a magnificent cleavage that promised the pleasure of hidden nipples and full breasts that would fill any man's palms or mouth. It was difficult to determine the shape of her rear-end because of all the clothing but when she bent over to pick things up from the deck the curve of her buttock stood out like a tempting beacon of hidden promiscuity. It was a wonder some of the crew were not openly whacking off just ogling her juicy behind.

The second girl, Rebecca was only a year behind Patricia at nineteen and she was admittedly a bit overweight but her youth and pretty face compensated for her generous behind and her plump underarms. She smiled more than any of the other sisters and constantly wetted her lips with an interesting tongue that danced a pretty tune when she was thinking secret thoughts not entirely appropriate for a decently raised young lady of society. It was no secret that Rebecca was Molly's favorite and on most nights during the cruise, she would be in Molly's bed spooned up tight against her letting the rocking motion of the ship relax her into a satisfying release. The other sisters were envious of Rebecca's needy clinging but allowed her to take what she wanted because were all a bit standoffish of common folk. Rebecca was the only one of the four girls who would smile at the crew with a hint of a promise in her look that fired up the men's juices and magnified their opinion of their prospects.