Pedophiles At Sea
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
19,238
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 6
©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 6
After lunch, everyone headed for the lounge for the welcoming session. The first few families grabbed the couches there and the rest stood. "Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Pete. I just looked up at the sky and I know we're in for a beautiful three days at sea. And as I look around I see a lot of beauty in here also. I see all you lovely boys and girls are naked now. Isn't that a lot nicer?" There were shouts of assent.
Captain Pieter Von Schoonvoven was an impressive figure, a large muscular retired Naval Officer, impressive to both young and old. With his trim gray powderpuff goatee, (no mustache) and his dapper white uniform, he reminded Ginny of the former surgeon general C. Everett Koop.
He proceeded to give a few statistics, "Today, we have 50 families sailing with us, some with one child, some two or three, and the largest family has five children. We have 31 parent couples, 11 single Daddies, and 8 single Mommies. There are 74 children altogether on board, and they are all listed on the roster which you adults received when you boarded."
Frank glanced down at his clipboard with the roster sheets attached. One line for each child indicating his or her cabin number, gender, age, and name. And then a blank space labeled comment. Frank noted something else curious. The rosters were printed on self adhesive labels and each child's line could be peeled off individually.
Captain Pete continued, "Now I want all you children to come right up front and sit here on the floor in front of me so I can meet you up close." Thirtythree little boys and fortyone little girls left their parents' sides and sat their sweet bare asses down on the floor in front of the captain. Frank was sure he wasn't the only adult in the room whose mouth was watering, looking at this plethora of young playthings, this pedophiliac's dream come true.
Captain must have seen this scene dozens of times, yet he too seemed to be entranced by this fresh crop of young sailors.
"How many children have been on our cruise before? Oh good. Did you have fun?" He got loud shouts of "Yeah" in answer. "For you new boys and girls, you're going to learn lots of new ways to have fun with big people. Now how many children like to suck their daddy's dick, and other men's dicks? Wow. That's everybody!! How many like to eat out their mommy's pussy? Oh good."
Hearing such frank talk, both Wilson parents were now rubbing their crotches, as were most of the other adult passengers.
"Now where is Brittany Cook? Stand up, Sweetheart. Brittany is the youngest girl on board." A round of applause. "She's still 2."
Brittany spoke up, "Two an tee korters!" A round of laughter.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, I stand corrected. 2 3/4. The oldest girl is Maggie Garrity over here. She's Going on 14. Stand up, Maggie." Another round of applause. Frank took a good look because the brochure said no children are allowed to board after puberty but Maggie was indeed a late bloomer.
"Our youngest boy is Mickey Wilson, who recently turned 3. Stand up, Mickey." Lots of Applause. The Wilsons beamed. They didn't realize their son would be the youngest boy. And this crowd seemed to feel the younger the better. Ginnie was so proud as the audience looked at her three-year old standing there, with his generous foreskin hanging down beyond the tip of his handsome boy dick. She was glad they hadn't had any of their three boys cut. Mickey sat down again and Ginnie's attention turned to another lad.
"And our oldest boy is James Johnson. Age 12. Stand up, Jimmy." Polite applause. "This is Jimmy's seventh voyage." More applause. "Jimmy, looking at you I think this might be your last voyage with us. You're getting to be a big strapping lad. But you don't cum yet, do you? Good. Lift up your arms. Nope, no hair. Let me check your balls. Nope." Laughter. "I better check your ass hole just to make sure. Nope. Still as bald as the day you came out of Mommy's cunt. But I bet you've been going back into Mommy's cunt a lot lately." Jimmy grinned slyly and sat down.
"I'd like you boys and girls to meet someone now." Captain Pete opened his fly. "This is the Little Captain. Do you like him? What was that? Sure, you can pet him. I'll walk around so you all can pet him. Little Captain likes that." Ahh, thought Frank, clearly envious, that's one of the privileges of rank. Captain has all the children to himself right now. That's 148 little hands touching his dick. That's 1,480 tiny fingers. Frank interrupted his mental arithmetic when he realized the Captain had come to Mark, whose mouth was agape. Captain Pete asked the boy, "Do you like the Little Captain?"
"He isn't little," Mark objected. "He's Big."
"You're right, Son, he is big. Is he bigger than your daddy's dick?"
"Yeah, lots bigger." Roars of laughter.
Red-faced, Frank thought, "Thanks, Mark, for the family loyalty."
The Captain continued his pitch. "Now boys, who would like me to shove the Little Captain up his sweet ass hole?"
All the boys started shouting, "Me, me."
"And Girls, who wants me to shove the Little Captain in her little cunt?"
"Me, me."
"Or in her darling ass hole?"
"Me, me."
"You hear that, Little Captain? You're going to be very busy." As the audience was laughing, the First Mate whispered in the Captain's ear. "Oh dear. My First Mate here tells me that unfortunately I have to steer this boat, so I won't have time to fuck all you children." Now there were groans of disappointment. "Oh dear, what can I do?" Captain Pete turned to look at his crew. "Crew, do you think you can help me fuck all these lovely children?"
"We sure do, Captain!"
"You promise?"
"Aye, Aye, Sir."
"Oh good. Now, children, I want you to turn around and look at all your nice parents who brought you here. Parents, do you also promise to help me fuck them?" Needless to say, the adults were thoroughly pumped by now. For his part, Frank was trying desperately not to lose it. So when this question was presented, he joined the others in declaring that yes, they were all ready to help fuck the kids. "Well, that's a relief. All the big people on this ship are going to make sure all you children get lots and lots of fucks." Shouts of Yippee.
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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 6
After lunch, everyone headed for the lounge for the welcoming session. The first few families grabbed the couches there and the rest stood. "Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Pete. I just looked up at the sky and I know we're in for a beautiful three days at sea. And as I look around I see a lot of beauty in here also. I see all you lovely boys and girls are naked now. Isn't that a lot nicer?" There were shouts of assent.
Captain Pieter Von Schoonvoven was an impressive figure, a large muscular retired Naval Officer, impressive to both young and old. With his trim gray powderpuff goatee, (no mustache) and his dapper white uniform, he reminded Ginny of the former surgeon general C. Everett Koop.
He proceeded to give a few statistics, "Today, we have 50 families sailing with us, some with one child, some two or three, and the largest family has five children. We have 31 parent couples, 11 single Daddies, and 8 single Mommies. There are 74 children altogether on board, and they are all listed on the roster which you adults received when you boarded."
Frank glanced down at his clipboard with the roster sheets attached. One line for each child indicating his or her cabin number, gender, age, and name. And then a blank space labeled comment. Frank noted something else curious. The rosters were printed on self adhesive labels and each child's line could be peeled off individually.
Captain Pete continued, "Now I want all you children to come right up front and sit here on the floor in front of me so I can meet you up close." Thirtythree little boys and fortyone little girls left their parents' sides and sat their sweet bare asses down on the floor in front of the captain. Frank was sure he wasn't the only adult in the room whose mouth was watering, looking at this plethora of young playthings, this pedophiliac's dream come true.
Captain must have seen this scene dozens of times, yet he too seemed to be entranced by this fresh crop of young sailors.
"How many children have been on our cruise before? Oh good. Did you have fun?" He got loud shouts of "Yeah" in answer. "For you new boys and girls, you're going to learn lots of new ways to have fun with big people. Now how many children like to suck their daddy's dick, and other men's dicks? Wow. That's everybody!! How many like to eat out their mommy's pussy? Oh good."
Hearing such frank talk, both Wilson parents were now rubbing their crotches, as were most of the other adult passengers.
"Now where is Brittany Cook? Stand up, Sweetheart. Brittany is the youngest girl on board." A round of applause. "She's still 2."
Brittany spoke up, "Two an tee korters!" A round of laughter.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, I stand corrected. 2 3/4. The oldest girl is Maggie Garrity over here. She's Going on 14. Stand up, Maggie." Another round of applause. Frank took a good look because the brochure said no children are allowed to board after puberty but Maggie was indeed a late bloomer.
"Our youngest boy is Mickey Wilson, who recently turned 3. Stand up, Mickey." Lots of Applause. The Wilsons beamed. They didn't realize their son would be the youngest boy. And this crowd seemed to feel the younger the better. Ginnie was so proud as the audience looked at her three-year old standing there, with his generous foreskin hanging down beyond the tip of his handsome boy dick. She was glad they hadn't had any of their three boys cut. Mickey sat down again and Ginnie's attention turned to another lad.
"And our oldest boy is James Johnson. Age 12. Stand up, Jimmy." Polite applause. "This is Jimmy's seventh voyage." More applause. "Jimmy, looking at you I think this might be your last voyage with us. You're getting to be a big strapping lad. But you don't cum yet, do you? Good. Lift up your arms. Nope, no hair. Let me check your balls. Nope." Laughter. "I better check your ass hole just to make sure. Nope. Still as bald as the day you came out of Mommy's cunt. But I bet you've been going back into Mommy's cunt a lot lately." Jimmy grinned slyly and sat down.
"I'd like you boys and girls to meet someone now." Captain Pete opened his fly. "This is the Little Captain. Do you like him? What was that? Sure, you can pet him. I'll walk around so you all can pet him. Little Captain likes that." Ahh, thought Frank, clearly envious, that's one of the privileges of rank. Captain has all the children to himself right now. That's 148 little hands touching his dick. That's 1,480 tiny fingers. Frank interrupted his mental arithmetic when he realized the Captain had come to Mark, whose mouth was agape. Captain Pete asked the boy, "Do you like the Little Captain?"
"He isn't little," Mark objected. "He's Big."
"You're right, Son, he is big. Is he bigger than your daddy's dick?"
"Yeah, lots bigger." Roars of laughter.
Red-faced, Frank thought, "Thanks, Mark, for the family loyalty."
The Captain continued his pitch. "Now boys, who would like me to shove the Little Captain up his sweet ass hole?"
All the boys started shouting, "Me, me."
"And Girls, who wants me to shove the Little Captain in her little cunt?"
"Me, me."
"Or in her darling ass hole?"
"Me, me."
"You hear that, Little Captain? You're going to be very busy." As the audience was laughing, the First Mate whispered in the Captain's ear. "Oh dear. My First Mate here tells me that unfortunately I have to steer this boat, so I won't have time to fuck all you children." Now there were groans of disappointment. "Oh dear, what can I do?" Captain Pete turned to look at his crew. "Crew, do you think you can help me fuck all these lovely children?"
"We sure do, Captain!"
"You promise?"
"Aye, Aye, Sir."
"Oh good. Now, children, I want you to turn around and look at all your nice parents who brought you here. Parents, do you also promise to help me fuck them?" Needless to say, the adults were thoroughly pumped by now. For his part, Frank was trying desperately not to lose it. So when this question was presented, he joined the others in declaring that yes, they were all ready to help fuck the kids. "Well, that's a relief. All the big people on this ship are going to make sure all you children get lots and lots of fucks." Shouts of Yippee.
.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.