Pedophiles At Last

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Part 6

After the get-acquainted circle, Allen Boone ended up with ten-year old Lenny. Unlike the other adult passengers, he did not go racing off with his new little boy. That's not Allen's style. He likes to take his time, and savor every moment. At network meetings, he rarely fucked more than three boys. So now he casually walked toward his stateroom asking Lenny what things he liked. When they got there, Margo had already beaten them. She was lying on the bed in orgasm. All Allen could see between her legs was this shock of orange hair in active motion, as she was getting her cunt chewed by a rascally redheaded boy about seven. Allen shrugged and Lenny suggested they go to his room instead. Sure enough, that one was empty.

"This is a nice room, Lenny."

"Yeah, whatever, Daddy." Lenny had been on the cruise five times already and knew all the cabins were basically the same.

"Is this your dresser?"

"The top drawer is mine, Daddy."

"You can call me Uncle Allen." It was going to take Allen a while to get used to having all the children call him Daddy.

Lenny simultaneously acknowledged and ignored the request, "Yeah, Daddy."

"So that's where you put your clothes this morning when you took them off?"

Lenny nodded, a little bewildered by all the weird questions. "Daddy, I gotta go pee. You can watch me if you want."

"No, Lenny, you go ahead, I'll wait here." Surreptitiously, Allen quietly opened the top drawer, retrieved the pair of dirty underwear, and stuffed them in one of his pockets. When he turned around, Lenny was coming out of the bathroom, wiping his pissy dick on his palm.

"How many pockets you got in those pants, Daddy?"

"Why don't you count them, Lenny?"

"One, two, three..." Lenny poked at each one, giving an extra hard push to the pockets on either side of the fly. One hip pocket had a soft bulge in it. He counted thirteen. "You want me to take them off you now, Daddy?"

Soon Lenny was on his knees leaning over the side of the bed and Allen was sniffing his asshole like a dog. "Hmmm, you smell real nice, Lenny," he cooed.

"I bet your ass smells good too, Daddy!"

"Not as good as yours, Lenny."

"Let's find out, Daddy." Lenny stood up and made Allen lean over the side of the bed. Allen pulled his buttocks apart and soon felt Lenny's sweet little nose snuffing at his anus. Then suddenly he felt Lenny's tongue licking it. Now Allen was really getting hard.

"Yep," Lenny announced standing up suddenly. "You smell better."

"Nope, you smell better," Allen argued. They laughed and debated as they both got on to the bed and Allen gave the boy a scissors fuck.

Even after Allen got his cargo shorts back on with the treasure secreted in the hip pocket, and they walked out into the hall, they were still laughing about it. "No, you do." "No, you do."

"Hi, Lenny." Another boy about Lenny's age came walking by with a seaman in uniform.

"Hi!" The two boys high fived. "Daddy, this is Clarence. He and me is good friends. We both been on this cruise hundreds of times."

"What are you two arguing about?" asked the seaman.

"Hehe, Daddy says my ass smells better, and I say his ass smells better." Frank nodded.

"Well, I think we better help you out then. Captain doesn't like to have any discord aboard the Pedodam."

Allen dropped his shorts and bent over, resting his head on the wall, and pulled his buttocks apart again. Lenny did the same. Clarence and the seaman took a sniff of both assholes, then sniffed them both again. They wanted to make a fair assessment. They went down the hall a few steps and conferred, then returned with their verdict. "It's the opinion of the court," announced the seaman with deliberate solemnity, "that the better smelling of the two assholes is..." he paused, frustrating both contestants. "...Lenny's!"

"Aha!" shouted Allen, pulling up his pants. "You see, Lenny, I was right!"

"Yeah, whatever," he giggled. "Hey, Clarence, you want to trade Daddies?"

"Sure, Lenny," Clarence answered, quickly taking Allen's hand. The seaman and Allen shrugged. They apparently didn't have a say in the switch. Allen asked Clarence to lead the way to his cabin, but after a few steps, Lenny called out, "Wait, come here, Clarence, I gotta tell you something." He whispered in his friend's ear and the two pairs then continued on their separate ways.

When they reached Clarence's cabin, the boy opened his suitcase and handed Lenny the pair of tidy whities he'd worn that morning. "You can sniff them, Daddy, if you want." Allen needed no encouragement; he buried his face in the delicious boy pants.

When he came up for air, he said, "Thank you, Clarence. You really know how to make me happy." Allen's face went back into the undies while Clarence undid the cargo shorts and took them off, then began to suck his cock.

Allen's reputation spread quickly. For the next two days, boys, even those he wasn't going to fuck, presented him with their dirty undies. He kept having to go back to his stateroom to unload his pockets. A little girl came up to Carla and handed her a pink lacy pair of panties. "These are for your daddy." Carla had to gently explain that her father only collected little boy panties. A little disappointed, the girl took her panties back.

After supper the first night, before it was time for the evening show, Frank spotted a man with dark skin and bulging swim trunks. "You must be Juanita's father. I'm Frank."

"Malcolm's the name. Were you one of the daddies Juanita had this afternoon?" Frank nodded. "Thank you. She's really having a swell time here." Frank pointed out his two boys who were sucking two seamen across the room. "Nice looking kids, but I'm a ladies' man. Gimme a cunt and I'm happy."

"Where's your wife, Malcolm? Judging by her daughter, she must be a knockout."

"The bitch! We left her home. She puts a damper in my style. Every time she sees me fuckin the little girls, she gets her panties in a knot. I sure don't need her disapproving looks on this cruise!"

"So where is home?" Malcolm mentioned a town just up the road from the Wilsons. "Wow, you're so close. Let me tell you about our network." Frank described the monthly meetings. "Frankly, Malcolm, your black cock and Juanita's sweet young body would be welcome additions to our group. No offense."

"None taken. Do you have any older girls? Me and my two bros likes them when they're just startin to flower. When they get their little ping pong ball boobs. When they get enough hair down there to sink our teeth into. When their seething hormones make them beg for our three fat black cocks." Frank described the girls in the network, their calendar ages, but more important their stages of development. He didn't include Julie in the list. "Shit, man, those young lily white bimbos are just what we're lookin for."

Just then, the Boones came by. Most of Allen's pockets had soft packages inside.

"Malcolm, I want you to meet my friends Allen and Margo. They're in the network."

"Let me guess, this must be Jane and Carla then." Malcolm had committed all of Frank's descriptions to memory. "In a year or two, you'll be just perfect." Frank told the Boones Malcolm was interested in joining the network.

"And you'll bring Juanita of course," Margo said. She'd already shared a double dildo with the one dark-skinned child on board.

"Shit, yeah. And I got a niece and a couple nephews too. You'll have yourselves a bunch of little nigga asses to play with."

As the adults kept talking, Jane's eyes were glued on Malcolm's protruding package, and her hand was rubbing her clit. "Hey, little Honey, you want to get a better look at my black pole?" Jane nodded. "Here you go, Sweetie." Malcolm took off his bathing trunks. "Do you like it?" Jane nodded faster. "You want to go for a test drive?" Now Jane's head was nodding as furiously as her hand was rubbing her girlhood. "Well, I don't like to keep a little lady waiting." He handed his trunks to Allen. "Here, Cracker, take care of these for me while I show your girl what a real man's fuck feels like." By habit, Allen brought the trunks up to his nose for a sniff. He almost stuck them in an empty pocket, but caught himself.

"Can I come too, Daddy?" Carla begged the black man.

"Of course, little sister?" Frank assumed Malcolm was going back to his stateroom with the two girls, but instead his firm black legs strutted to the nearest couch and sat down. The girls took turns sucking him off and getting his long fingers up their asses and cunts. Finally, Jane climbed up and sat on Malcolm's lap, spreading her labia, hoping she could take him. He grabbed her ivory hips and pushed down. "Oh, Daddy!" she screamed.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that, you white trash!" Malcolm wanted everyone around to hear him.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy! I ain't never had a black cock before," Jane said honestly.

Malcolm put his big hand on her shoulder, so she wouldn't bounce all the way off, then reached his other hand out to finger Carla's waiting cunt. "Don't worry, Darling, you'll get yours next! Daddy will still have plenty left for your toilet white muffin!"

As the fattest cock on board rammed into the girls' bald beavers, derogating all caucasians in the process, Frank, Margo and Allen just stared at the scene, as did several of the older girl passengers, and more than a few mothers.

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