Pedophiles At Sea
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
19,239
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 7
©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 7
Captain Pete then turned the meeting over to the Activities Director. "Hello, everyone, I'm Seaman Lansing." There were muffled titters. "Yes, I know, that's a funny word. Now don't worry, I have plenty of that kind of semen, in fact loads of it! But on board this ship, a Seaman is a man with a uniform like mine. Now how many children know who your parents are, raise your hands." Laughter. "Oh good, good. But we're going to have a little game now so you can meet some of the other big people on board. Parents, I want you to follow Seaman Bleeker, my Assistant, over to the other side of the lounge."
There, Frank saw a large circle of 74 chairs all facing out. Almost half were benches for the couples on board, the others were single chairs. Each chair had a cabin number on it so they could see where to sit. Some were marked for crew members. As soon as everyone was seated, some music started to play and Lansing came in followed by a single line of 74 naked children. Lansing led the children to walk around the outside of the circle. "That's it, Boys and Girls, show all the nice mommies and daddies how pretty you are. Aren't they adorable? 74 pretty little bitches. Look at all those lovely tight buns, 148 scrumptious globes. Did you ever see such an array of pretty little keesters? Look at those cute tiny pencils, ha, ha. And all those little pink honey pots hungry for Daddy's cock. And, of course, there isn't an unpicked cherry among them. It's no wonder. After all, just look at them, who could resist such sweetness? Big people, would you like to get a closer look?" Enthusiastic shouts of Yes. The music changed to something a little faster.
"OK, Boys and Girls, I want everyone to start skipping now. That's it. Don't stop skipping until the music stops, then go right up to the chair where you are and let the big people there check out how beautiful you are. They might hug you, or tickle you, or fondle you, or kiss you. They might play with your dicks or your pussies or your asses. They might ask you to suck their big daddy cocks or lick their tasty mommy cunts." Lots of giggling of children and happy laughter of adults. This is what they had signed up for. "Ah, but they will only have you for two minutes!" A disappointed Awww in unison. "That isn't enough time for a fuck is it? Well, there will be lots of time for fucking soon, don't worry. After two minutes you will hear the music play again and you'll skip around until it stops again. OK, keep skipping now. Get ready!"
The music stopped and a black-haired boy stopped in front of the Wilsons. "Hi, Son. What's your name?"
"Kenny."
"How old are you?"
"Nine."
"Have you been on this ship before?"
"Twice. Shit, man, why you asking all these questions? Don't you want to feel my ass or something? We only got two fuckin' minutes!"
The Wilsons looked around. On their left a little girl was busy sucking off one of the crew. On their right, a female passenger had her bathing suit top off so a boy could suckle her tits. All around the circle, adults and children were getting intimately acquainted.
"Well, yes, sure. Why don't you get down and eat Mrs. Wilson's pussy."
"Now you're talking, Daddy." Over the next couple days, they would hear many children call them Daddy and Mommy. It's a lot easier than trying to remember names. Frank's cock began to twitch as he watched the boy expertly chewing away at his wife's beaver. He tried to take his mind off his throbbing dick, by wondering what his own three boys were doing and with whom.
The music started and Kenny went skipping away. The next time the music stopped a little five-year old redhead girl sat in Frank's lap as the two of them tickled her to shrieks of laughter. At this point, Frank knew the next child, whoever it was, would have to provide him some relief. This turned out to be twelve-year old Jimmy who got down and rimmed Frank's ass like a downtown whore. This did help a little, but Frank found all this teasing quite frustrating. He wasn't sure how long he could wait before exploding. Ginny herself was getting very stimulated by two things, looking at Jimmy with his long blond hair, his face buried in her husband's rear end, and looking beyond them to the next woman, who now had her bottom off so a little girl about six or seven could push her skinny hand up into the woman's cunt. The woman's joyful screams were just one more noise in the din of laughing, moaning, tittering, humming and exuberant shouting that now filled the lounge.
The music started again and when it stopped the fourth time, there was Frankie in front of them. "Hi, Daddy, Mommy."
"Hi, Frankie. You having fun?"
"You bet. Are you?"
The crew member on their left realized they had gotten their own son. "Here, let me trade this little girl for your Frankie. You want to start meeting as many new children as possible. The girl was just as happy to come over to the nice couple, and soon Ginny's fingers were exploring her little ass hole and Frank's hand was working on her pooty. Frank proudly watched his oldest son suck off the crew member alternating between cock and balls the way he had learned at home.
.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 7
Captain Pete then turned the meeting over to the Activities Director. "Hello, everyone, I'm Seaman Lansing." There were muffled titters. "Yes, I know, that's a funny word. Now don't worry, I have plenty of that kind of semen, in fact loads of it! But on board this ship, a Seaman is a man with a uniform like mine. Now how many children know who your parents are, raise your hands." Laughter. "Oh good, good. But we're going to have a little game now so you can meet some of the other big people on board. Parents, I want you to follow Seaman Bleeker, my Assistant, over to the other side of the lounge."
There, Frank saw a large circle of 74 chairs all facing out. Almost half were benches for the couples on board, the others were single chairs. Each chair had a cabin number on it so they could see where to sit. Some were marked for crew members. As soon as everyone was seated, some music started to play and Lansing came in followed by a single line of 74 naked children. Lansing led the children to walk around the outside of the circle. "That's it, Boys and Girls, show all the nice mommies and daddies how pretty you are. Aren't they adorable? 74 pretty little bitches. Look at all those lovely tight buns, 148 scrumptious globes. Did you ever see such an array of pretty little keesters? Look at those cute tiny pencils, ha, ha. And all those little pink honey pots hungry for Daddy's cock. And, of course, there isn't an unpicked cherry among them. It's no wonder. After all, just look at them, who could resist such sweetness? Big people, would you like to get a closer look?" Enthusiastic shouts of Yes. The music changed to something a little faster.
"OK, Boys and Girls, I want everyone to start skipping now. That's it. Don't stop skipping until the music stops, then go right up to the chair where you are and let the big people there check out how beautiful you are. They might hug you, or tickle you, or fondle you, or kiss you. They might play with your dicks or your pussies or your asses. They might ask you to suck their big daddy cocks or lick their tasty mommy cunts." Lots of giggling of children and happy laughter of adults. This is what they had signed up for. "Ah, but they will only have you for two minutes!" A disappointed Awww in unison. "That isn't enough time for a fuck is it? Well, there will be lots of time for fucking soon, don't worry. After two minutes you will hear the music play again and you'll skip around until it stops again. OK, keep skipping now. Get ready!"
The music stopped and a black-haired boy stopped in front of the Wilsons. "Hi, Son. What's your name?"
"Kenny."
"How old are you?"
"Nine."
"Have you been on this ship before?"
"Twice. Shit, man, why you asking all these questions? Don't you want to feel my ass or something? We only got two fuckin' minutes!"
The Wilsons looked around. On their left a little girl was busy sucking off one of the crew. On their right, a female passenger had her bathing suit top off so a boy could suckle her tits. All around the circle, adults and children were getting intimately acquainted.
"Well, yes, sure. Why don't you get down and eat Mrs. Wilson's pussy."
"Now you're talking, Daddy." Over the next couple days, they would hear many children call them Daddy and Mommy. It's a lot easier than trying to remember names. Frank's cock began to twitch as he watched the boy expertly chewing away at his wife's beaver. He tried to take his mind off his throbbing dick, by wondering what his own three boys were doing and with whom.
The music started and Kenny went skipping away. The next time the music stopped a little five-year old redhead girl sat in Frank's lap as the two of them tickled her to shrieks of laughter. At this point, Frank knew the next child, whoever it was, would have to provide him some relief. This turned out to be twelve-year old Jimmy who got down and rimmed Frank's ass like a downtown whore. This did help a little, but Frank found all this teasing quite frustrating. He wasn't sure how long he could wait before exploding. Ginny herself was getting very stimulated by two things, looking at Jimmy with his long blond hair, his face buried in her husband's rear end, and looking beyond them to the next woman, who now had her bottom off so a little girl about six or seven could push her skinny hand up into the woman's cunt. The woman's joyful screams were just one more noise in the din of laughing, moaning, tittering, humming and exuberant shouting that now filled the lounge.
The music started again and when it stopped the fourth time, there was Frankie in front of them. "Hi, Daddy, Mommy."
"Hi, Frankie. You having fun?"
"You bet. Are you?"
The crew member on their left realized they had gotten their own son. "Here, let me trade this little girl for your Frankie. You want to start meeting as many new children as possible. The girl was just as happy to come over to the nice couple, and soon Ginny's fingers were exploring her little ass hole and Frank's hand was working on her pooty. Frank proudly watched his oldest son suck off the crew member alternating between cock and balls the way he had learned at home.
.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.