Pedophiles At Sea
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
19,243
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes, ages 3-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead,
Part 11
©2008 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 11
In the morning, Frank and Ginny woke after getting a couple brief hours of sleep. Frankie and some strange boy were on the other bed, dead to the world, but embracing each other like lovers. Mark and Mickey were nowhere in sight. Frank and Ginny took turns in the shower and both slipped on some clean, loose shorts and T's. They stirred the two boys and said they better shower too before breakfast. The new boy, a lad about ten, with a ponytail, told Frankie to shower first. "I want to get fucked first."
"Didn't you get fucked lots of times last night?" Frank asked.
"Yeah, but it's a new day. Come on, Mister,--I mean Daddy,--fuck me."
Ginny said, "I need some coffee," and kissed Frank. "I'll see you at breakfast."
She took the roster off the dresser. Frank stopped her. "Why don't you leave that for me?"
"Yours is there on the floor where you dropped it last night. This is mine."
"You got a second roster?"
"Yes, you were monopolizing the one we had. I had to make a lot of notes. I was just as busy as you were last night, so I asked for a second one." Frank determined to sneak a peek at her notes later. He thought he knew his wife pretty well and what she liked, but maybe he might learn a few things.
The boy knew how to wake up Frank's sleepy dick. With kisses and sexy flirty body moves, he got the man's juices going. He said at home he and his brother always got fucked first thing in the morning. "It's the best way to start the day." Frank couldn't disagree. When his cock was fully stirred and ready for action, the boy sat on his lap, his pony tail whipping Frank's face. Frank could tell his hole had been well used that night.
As they fucked, Frank, Jr. came out of the shower. "Do I gotta wait for you to finish."
"You can't go by yourself, you know that."
Just then a couple walked by with a boy and girl. "Then I'll go with them."
"OK," Frank grunted, glad to be able to focus his attention on the fuck toy in his lap. After Frank filled the young chute once more, the boy got into the shower. "What's your cabin number?" Frank shouted. "I want to fill out the roster." Frank wondered if he'd missed anyone. He had gotten to over a dozen children so far and it had been only one day. He kept trying to think of new expressions to put in the comment space, so he didn't have to say "good fuck toy" every time, even though that's what they were.
The lad came out of the shower, did a cursory drying and said, "Come on, Daddy, let's eat." Still wet in places, he led Frank to the dining room.
Most of the other passengers looked tired. Throughout the room, urns of coffee were being devoured by adults. Kids' heads were down on the tables. Yet, here and there were pockets of activity. Giggling children getting fondled and squealing children getting fucked. Frank's own three boys, now assembled again, were all fairly tired. Frank checked out their three ass holes and decided they all had had a fun filled night. Even Caroline was sleepy. She wasn't coming on to anybody yet.
So, it was a fairly relaxed morning. Kids frolicked in the pool. The life guard tried desperately to keep her eyes open. One naked man was on a chaise poolside, his wrists and ankles tied to its legs, while a half dozen chortling children pulled clothespins from a pail and found places on his writhing body to attach them. Other kids were busily involved in crafts. The playground was active. And fucking continued, albeit at a slower, more civil pace. Frank methodically went down the roster noting among the youngest girls on the list which ones he had not yet nailed. He didn't see Ginny again until lunch. Obviously she was on her own quest, probably for the older boys on board.
By lunch, the passengers were much more alert than they were at breakfast. There was lots of joking and teasing. Lots of ass grabbing as children walked by. Lots of giggling. Mickey got up with his peanut butter sandwich and started walking around the tables purposely egging people to pinch his ass. Caroline was back to her old horny self, under the table, sucking Frank and her father both. Frank treated her father and himself to a beer and Mark and Frank, Jr. were downing their third glass of Coke.
Then they heard an announcement: "The bathroom is temporarily off limits. The crew is working on the problem." Ginny told the boys, no more Coke. Frank began mentally composing a letter of complaint to the Cruise Line. He didn't notice that other passengers were happily continuing to fill their glasses with water, juices, milk, and iced tea. He also didn't notice the crew discretely gathering a flock of children and a smattering of adults and leading them out of the dining room.
Then came the second announcement: "We're sorry about the bathroom situation, but the crew has made alternate arrangements. If you all go out on the main deck, you'll find piss pails waiting for you to use. The tables started emptying quickly, and those in the know were laughing. Frank, who didn't think it funny to have to piss into a pail on a cruise, continued to draft his complaint.
When they got out on deck, there were about two dozen naked boys and girls sitting like little Indians on the deck, grinning happily. The littlest ones were in front, the older children behind, and in the very back, two men and one lady, also naked and grinning.
Seaman Zack announced, "Everybody, meet the Golden Sailors."
Frank then noticed everyone in the group was wearing the yellow wrist band.
"They have volunteered to be your piss pails this afternoon. OK, gentlemen first. Men and boys, please step forward and let them get your yellow piss."
Frank and his sons joined the other men in pissing on this mass of naked humanity, mostly aiming for the faces with the scrunched eyes and the happy open mouths. The male crew members also joined in, so there was a good volley of aromatic streams going through the air. As the men finished emptying their bladders, the Golden Sailors began laying down in the puddle on the deck, splashing about.
Seaman Zack continued, "OK, now it's the ladies turn." The women and girls went up and each squatted over a little expectant face and squirted away, as the men cheered. Mark said to Frankie that the girls were probably jealous because they couldn't change the direction of their streams like boys can without turning their whole bodies. When most, but not all of them, were finished, yellow streams began cascading down from above. The Captain and several seamen were on the upper deck pissing down on the whole watery scene. The Golden Sailors then stood up giggling as urine dripped off their hair and bodies.
"So, Golden Sailors, did you all like that?"
"YES."
"Let's have a big round of applause for our volunteer Piss Pails.
"Boys and girls, how many of you liked pissing on your friends like that?" Most raised their hands. "And how many think it would be fun to be a Golden Sailor?" A lot fewer hands went up. "Well, if you want, you can go over to Seaman Vogel there and he'll be happy to give you a yellow wrist band."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 11
In the morning, Frank and Ginny woke after getting a couple brief hours of sleep. Frankie and some strange boy were on the other bed, dead to the world, but embracing each other like lovers. Mark and Mickey were nowhere in sight. Frank and Ginny took turns in the shower and both slipped on some clean, loose shorts and T's. They stirred the two boys and said they better shower too before breakfast. The new boy, a lad about ten, with a ponytail, told Frankie to shower first. "I want to get fucked first."
"Didn't you get fucked lots of times last night?" Frank asked.
"Yeah, but it's a new day. Come on, Mister,--I mean Daddy,--fuck me."
Ginny said, "I need some coffee," and kissed Frank. "I'll see you at breakfast."
She took the roster off the dresser. Frank stopped her. "Why don't you leave that for me?"
"Yours is there on the floor where you dropped it last night. This is mine."
"You got a second roster?"
"Yes, you were monopolizing the one we had. I had to make a lot of notes. I was just as busy as you were last night, so I asked for a second one." Frank determined to sneak a peek at her notes later. He thought he knew his wife pretty well and what she liked, but maybe he might learn a few things.
The boy knew how to wake up Frank's sleepy dick. With kisses and sexy flirty body moves, he got the man's juices going. He said at home he and his brother always got fucked first thing in the morning. "It's the best way to start the day." Frank couldn't disagree. When his cock was fully stirred and ready for action, the boy sat on his lap, his pony tail whipping Frank's face. Frank could tell his hole had been well used that night.
As they fucked, Frank, Jr. came out of the shower. "Do I gotta wait for you to finish."
"You can't go by yourself, you know that."
Just then a couple walked by with a boy and girl. "Then I'll go with them."
"OK," Frank grunted, glad to be able to focus his attention on the fuck toy in his lap. After Frank filled the young chute once more, the boy got into the shower. "What's your cabin number?" Frank shouted. "I want to fill out the roster." Frank wondered if he'd missed anyone. He had gotten to over a dozen children so far and it had been only one day. He kept trying to think of new expressions to put in the comment space, so he didn't have to say "good fuck toy" every time, even though that's what they were.
The lad came out of the shower, did a cursory drying and said, "Come on, Daddy, let's eat." Still wet in places, he led Frank to the dining room.
Most of the other passengers looked tired. Throughout the room, urns of coffee were being devoured by adults. Kids' heads were down on the tables. Yet, here and there were pockets of activity. Giggling children getting fondled and squealing children getting fucked. Frank's own three boys, now assembled again, were all fairly tired. Frank checked out their three ass holes and decided they all had had a fun filled night. Even Caroline was sleepy. She wasn't coming on to anybody yet.
So, it was a fairly relaxed morning. Kids frolicked in the pool. The life guard tried desperately to keep her eyes open. One naked man was on a chaise poolside, his wrists and ankles tied to its legs, while a half dozen chortling children pulled clothespins from a pail and found places on his writhing body to attach them. Other kids were busily involved in crafts. The playground was active. And fucking continued, albeit at a slower, more civil pace. Frank methodically went down the roster noting among the youngest girls on the list which ones he had not yet nailed. He didn't see Ginny again until lunch. Obviously she was on her own quest, probably for the older boys on board.
By lunch, the passengers were much more alert than they were at breakfast. There was lots of joking and teasing. Lots of ass grabbing as children walked by. Lots of giggling. Mickey got up with his peanut butter sandwich and started walking around the tables purposely egging people to pinch his ass. Caroline was back to her old horny self, under the table, sucking Frank and her father both. Frank treated her father and himself to a beer and Mark and Frank, Jr. were downing their third glass of Coke.
Then they heard an announcement: "The bathroom is temporarily off limits. The crew is working on the problem." Ginny told the boys, no more Coke. Frank began mentally composing a letter of complaint to the Cruise Line. He didn't notice that other passengers were happily continuing to fill their glasses with water, juices, milk, and iced tea. He also didn't notice the crew discretely gathering a flock of children and a smattering of adults and leading them out of the dining room.
Then came the second announcement: "We're sorry about the bathroom situation, but the crew has made alternate arrangements. If you all go out on the main deck, you'll find piss pails waiting for you to use. The tables started emptying quickly, and those in the know were laughing. Frank, who didn't think it funny to have to piss into a pail on a cruise, continued to draft his complaint.
When they got out on deck, there were about two dozen naked boys and girls sitting like little Indians on the deck, grinning happily. The littlest ones were in front, the older children behind, and in the very back, two men and one lady, also naked and grinning.
Seaman Zack announced, "Everybody, meet the Golden Sailors."
Frank then noticed everyone in the group was wearing the yellow wrist band.
"They have volunteered to be your piss pails this afternoon. OK, gentlemen first. Men and boys, please step forward and let them get your yellow piss."
Frank and his sons joined the other men in pissing on this mass of naked humanity, mostly aiming for the faces with the scrunched eyes and the happy open mouths. The male crew members also joined in, so there was a good volley of aromatic streams going through the air. As the men finished emptying their bladders, the Golden Sailors began laying down in the puddle on the deck, splashing about.
Seaman Zack continued, "OK, now it's the ladies turn." The women and girls went up and each squatted over a little expectant face and squirted away, as the men cheered. Mark said to Frankie that the girls were probably jealous because they couldn't change the direction of their streams like boys can without turning their whole bodies. When most, but not all of them, were finished, yellow streams began cascading down from above. The Captain and several seamen were on the upper deck pissing down on the whole watery scene. The Golden Sailors then stood up giggling as urine dripped off their hair and bodies.
"So, Golden Sailors, did you all like that?"
"YES."
"Let's have a big round of applause for our volunteer Piss Pails.
"Boys and girls, how many of you liked pissing on your friends like that?" Most raised their hands. "And how many think it would be fun to be a Golden Sailor?" A lot fewer hands went up. "Well, if you want, you can go over to Seaman Vogel there and he'll be happy to give you a yellow wrist band."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.