Pedophiles At Sea

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Part 12

The crowd broke up and several crew members began swabbing the deck. Frank lost track of Ginny briefly, but then saw her coming toward him arm in arm with big Jimmy. "Frank, Jimmy and me are going back to our cabin. I'm sure you'll find things to do. You don't need me." They turned and walked away, their lips engaged in a torrid kiss and Jimmy's hand all the way up Ginny's skirt, feeling her ass.

Frank saw Maggie alone. Apparently being so old, she wasn't as popular as the cherubs with this crowd, so Frank took pity on her. They went to the lounge and sat on one of the couches there. Frank put his arm around her and kissed her tenderly. Her eyes closed, she unbuttoned his shirt, ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, and followed his treasure trail down to his belt. He felt her chest, then took a moment to suckle each little flat tit, before returning to her mouth. He felt her tugging on his elastic waistband, so he lifted his ass off the couch and allowed her to push his shorts down to his thighs. Now she could get to work on his cock and he likewise began probing her young hairless cunt with its miniscule clit. Simultaneously, they released their lips and rested their chins on each other's shoulders. Frank inhaled her shampoo-scented long brown hair and heard a whisper in his ear, "Your fingers make my pussy feel excited, Daddy."

Frank stood, rested Maggie's head down on the couch and lifted her feet off the floor. He kicked off his shorts and lay down atop the fourteen-year old. She was only a couple inches shorter than Ginny, a change from all the tiny girls on board who would have been smothered in the missionary position. They began to kiss passionately, tongues deep in each other's mouths, as Frank maneuvered his now turgid cock between Maggie's expectant thighs.

He was mentally transported back to his sophomore year in high school. The girl under him then was Tammy. Unlike Maggie, she had well developed breasts that she had allowed Frank to caress through her bra. Tammy insisted she was a virgin, again unlike Maggie, whose little girl hole had had countless penetrations before this morning in the lounge. Frank chose to ignore the obvious fact that his cock had been preceded by Maggie's father, a few uncles, some cousins, as well as numerous friends and strangers. For him, this was deja vu with Tammy, in her parents' basement. For that was the night Frank lost his virginity.

Once again, he pushed his cock forward and felt the young girl's thighs spread enough for his cockhead to touch that magical opening. Once again, he was the teenage boy, hormone-driven. He made one last thrust and Maggie sighed a loud "Oh" as his manhood filled her vagina. Frank began pumping his whole body, reliving that night with Tammy. Maggie wrapped her arms around his torso and clung tight. Soon, Frank was shooting large wads of cum into this sweet girl.

After Frank's last shot, they lay many minutes caressing each other, kissing and softly moaning. Frank recalled again his night with Tammy. For many months afterward, he had wondered about that first sexual experience. There was no blood, the way he'd heard there should be when the hymen was broken. Was Tammy really the virgin she claimed to be? But then he also learned girls who masturbate a lot stretch the hymen enough to prevent traumatic first-time injury. Years later, Frank admitted to himself that probably, in the excitement of the act, he had not actually penetrated Tammy's cunt. He more likely spilled his seed between her tightly pressed legs or, at best, in her labia. But this morning, in the reenactment with Maggie, he definitely went all the way. And this time Frank was glad she wasn't a virgin. She might be almost 14, but Frank found her bald cunt as satisfying to fuck as girls half her age, and her flat tits as delicious to suck as any munchkin on board. Little Brittany was sweet, but Frank decided Maggie's years of experience counted for something.

Meanwhile Ginny was going to town with Jimmy. She was in the throes of passion with the twelve-year old boy, using the bed she shared recently with her nearly forty-year old husband. With Ginny on her back, Jimmy had just pushed his hairless, yet adequate, tool into her vagina when two cleaning ladies came in. The lovers ignored them as they went about their duties, emptying the waste basket, making up the second bed, and then going in to clean the bathroom. When they reemerged, Jimmy had finished humping Ginny, and they were standing up fervently kissing. The maids began to work on the bed now vacated. Ginny saw them eyeing Jimmy's ass, so she told them not to bother making the bed, but to use it instead with Jimmy.

"You think you can handle two women at once, Son?"

"Fuck, no problem at all," said the cocky boy. And cocky he was, his boyhood already stiffening again. Ginny left the room to cool down and go looking for another boy.

Four years before, when Frank first broached the subject with Ginny of bringing Frank, Jr. into their sex play, she did not reject the idea out of hand. He had always been forthright with her about his experience with his own father, so the idea was not totally foreign to her. And there were a couple advantages she could see immediately: it could be a good way to spice up their sex life, and it meant no longer having to hide their intercourse.

Since by virtue of anatomy, it was up to Frank to do the actual penetration, Ginny explored various avenues for her own participation. As the incest expanded to their second son, and then as they began to take part in the network, Ginny found one activity she could do that everyone seemed to enjoy: felching Frank's cum out after he had put it in. Her sons, and later the children of other families, both boys and girls, loved this soft gentle invasion that followed in sharp contrast the intense penetration by his erect adult male penis. It was a way of letting the children down softly when Frank's job was over. It was Mommy's way of kissing the booboo and making the hurt go way. Ginny enjoyed hearing their happy chortles as Mommy sucked away at their holes.

For Frank's part, he took Ginny's oral recovery of his ejaculate as a vindication of the whole activity, her seal of approval so to speak. He was glad his wife seemed to get such torrid pleasure from it.

But Ginny was discovering new things about her own sexual identity. Over the years, she and Frank got to know many of the network children intimately. They took them into their home, just as their own sons visited other families. Ginny watched these children grow and change. Many of her friends found some of the changes unattractive. She watched children, particularly boys, reach an age where they were not as desirable as sex objects for certain network members. Yet, the very changes which were turn offs to these people,--the hairy balls, the acne-pocked faces, the cracking voices,--Ginny found sexually exciting. More and more often, she craved sex with these boys just entering puberty, these male youths. Sure, she loved her three sons, and of course, she was fond of the other little kids, but she decided her actual AoA for sex was 11-15.

Ginny watched her three sons growing each day and began to do her own mental arithmetic. In two years, Frank, Jr. would turn 11. In twelve years, little Mickey would turn 15. She was looking forward to a good solid decade of incestuous passion. Already, Frankie's young boytool was long enough to excite her clit, so she knew in a couple years he'd be sending her into orgasmic ecstasy just like Jimmy Johnson had. She daydreamed about each one of her sons making Mommy his bitch. And she decided if Frank wanted any part of this action, well then he could felch his sons' cum out of her when they were spent. Turnabout is fair play.

At dinner, Frank asked Ginny if she had a good time with Jimmy. "Yes, and with Billy and Curtis also." She seemed to be bragging, so Frank reeled off a list of the girls he had penetrated since lunch.

While she ate, Ginny kept her right hand under the table, manipulating her fork with her left. Thoughtful little Mickey volunteered, "Mommy, you want me to help you masbate?"

"That's OK, Honey. I got it."

Once again, an announcement was made about the bathrooms. But now even the most naïve understood the ruse. Ginny said she had to see somebody and excused herself from the table. Another announcement soon followed that there was a new group of Piss Pails waiting on the deck. Everyone went out laughing, wondering who all the new Golden Sailors were. It was a smaller group. About fifteen giggling little boys and girls anticipating their first shower. Behind them were two new adults, a very rotund man and Ginny, both now as naked as the children in front of them. Seaman Zack called the men up to relieve their bladders. Frank and the three boys headed right over to Ginny and aimed for her face.

"Mommy, can we do this when we get home?"

"Yes, Mark. Mommy has found a new way for us to have fun."

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