Pedophiles At Sea

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Part 5

Lois turned in her seat and saw the two older boys sucking Ginny's tits. She smiled with envy. "Ginny, how come you only have one suitcase. I thought for a cruise you needed lots of clothes."

Mrs. Wilson related what the brochure said: After they set sail, children are expected to be naked at all times, until they get back into port. "So you see, they don't need any more clothes than what they're wearing now. As for Frank and me, they recommended adults either stick to beach wear or loose fitting clothes. If you're comfortable doing so, you can also go naked. They also strongly recommended we bring along no valuables like watches and jewelry. They don't want to put temptations in front of the little ones. So except for the usual toiletries, we had very little to pack."

Reynard Bannister drove the van on to the pier, and they got their first look at the Pedodam. To the parents it looked small, certainly compared to the Carnival Paradise they took ten years before. But to the three boys it looked wonderfully huge. They boarded and found their inside cabin, which had two double beds, a small closet, a small dresser and a small head. Reynard uncorked a bottle of champagne and toasted the cruise: "Bon Voyage, my good friends."

Frank cupped his crotch and quipped, "Don't you mean Bone Voyage?"

All too soon, it was time for all visitors to go ashore. Reynard gave each boy a hearty handshake, and Lois gave each a hug. The Wilsons watched their best friends disembark, and stood at the rail to wave as the horn blew and the ship set sail.

They returned to the cabin, where the boys got into a fight over the bed arrangements: "I don't want to sleep in the middle, 'cause those two fight."

"When I try to rim Mark he farts in my face."

"It was an accident."

"Was not."

"Mom, I gonna sleep with you two."

"No, you can't. I'm gonna sleep with Mommy and Daddy." The boys did not realize then how little time they'd be spending in either bed.

"Hey, gimme back my shoe. Mom, Frankie stole my shoe."

The bickering was interrupted by an announcement for everyone to gather immediately on deck for the mandatory life boat drill. A Seaman handed each passenger a life vest and showed them how to put it on. Frank and Ginny glanced around and got their first real look at the other families. Except for their life jackets (and an occasional yellow wrist band), many children were already naked. Others were in underwear, or swim gear. And a few, like the Wilson boys, who had spent the last half hour fighting about beds, were still in their street clothes. Mark was of course the only kid wearing one shoe. As for the adults, a few were naked, but most wore swim gear. Many held their children close, letting them suck daddy's cock or lick mommy's cunt, as the drill was conducted.

The Captain then announced that they should hand their life vests back to the crew, and lunch would be served in fifteen minutes. "However, I notice many children are still not naked. Parents must get them out of their clothes before going to the dining room." Frank hurried the boys down to their cabin to shed their shorts and shirts and shoes, only taking time himself to kick off his tennis shoes and slip on some flip flops. Then he quickly hustled them up to the dining room where Ginny was looking at the table assignment list.

As the Wilsons approached their designated table, they noticed something seemed peculiar. The family they were to share meals with was already seated, but not sitting together. There was an empty chair between the two parents, and two empty chairs between each of them and their daughter. Had they walked into the middle of a family altercation?

"Hi," the woman greeted them merrily. "You must be the Wilsons. I'm Phyllis Goodwell. This is my husband John. And that's our daughter Caroline. Age ten. Why don't you two sit on either side of Caroline so she can get to know you better? Then your children can sit in these seats by us. OK?"

As Frank stood there, he realized Caroline was opening the fly of his shorts. What a nympho! he thought. Ginny said, "That was very thoughtful of you, Phyllis, to work out the seating like that. I would never have thought of it."

Caroline said, "I like your cock, Mr. Wilson. Daddy, see Mr. Wilson's cock?"

"Yes, Honey, I see. Go ahead, see what it feels like."

Frank thought to himself, "Another man just told this girl to touch my cock, not even asking me." By then Caroline was not just touching but fondling it. Ginny introduced their three sons. Phyllis thought Mickey was as cute as a button and insisted he sit beside her. Right away she began to play with his wee dick, making him giggle wildly. Frankie and Mark sat on either side of John who encouraged them to tag team his genitals. Frank settled his ass into his chair, but otherwise was not the least bit settled. His ten-year old tablemate was now deftly moving the sheathe on his shaft up and down, making it firmer with every stroke.

John said, "I see the waiters are coming around to take our orders for lunch. I think I'll have a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. How about you boys?"

It had been a long time since breakfast and the Wilson boys were famished. Frankie wanted a grilled cheese and Mark a hamburger. Mickey wanted pizza.

"I know Caroline wants a tube steak. She loves tube steak, don't you, Honey?" With that Caroline gripped Frank's tube steak even harder. Frank, unable to think too straight what with the assault being conducted on his mantool, opted for a Rueben. Ginny and Phyllis ordered salads.

For the rest of the meal, Caroline worked on Frank's cock, getting it hard. Frank nibbled at the corned beef from his sandwich. Caroline using one hand, quickly ate her hot dog and then slid under the table to devour Frank's frank.

John spoke up again, "What shall we have for dessert? You boys all want ice cream? I know what Caroline wants." He leaned under the table and saw how she was progressing on Frank's now rigid pole. "Honey, Mr. Wilson can give you your dessert now." Caroline stood up and straddled Frank's legs spreading her young labia with one hand and pushing his cock in with the other. She bounced up and down, riding his cock, while the rest of the table watched over bowls of ice cream.

Caroline threw her arms around his neck, pressed her chin down on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me." Had Frank been more rational at that moment, he might have wondered why she called him, a man she'd only met half an hour before, her Daddy. But right now, his mind was a blank. His dick was running on automatic.

Frankie leaned over John and whispered to Mark, "Daddy's about to erupt. I can tell."

"How you know that?"

"I can tell by his face. It's all tight like."

Mark looked under the table, not at the girl's bare ass or the rigid cock impaling her, but at his father's feet. He came back up and whispered, "Yep, you're right, his toes are all curled down." The boys were both right, for in moments, Caroline got the sweet cream she was craving.

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