The question isn't who will let you; it's who will stop me. ––– Ayn Rand
Part 1
“Are you sure you packed your special pills, Poppy?” eight–year–old Skylar asked Calvin for the umpteenth time as they stuffed their luggage into the back of the family van.
“Yes, little girl, Nana would never let me forget,” he chuckled, leaning forward to give his granddaughter a tender kiss on the top of her head, “she likes what the pills do for me as much as you do.”
“All our new friends will too,” the little girl giggled, dragging her right hand up between his legs to give his flaccid cock and dangling balls a gentle squeeze through his jeans, “all the other kids and their parents we'll meet on the boat.”
The pills that concerned the eight–year–old were the blue erectile dysfunction ones that made her grandfather's five–and–a–half–inch long cock not only swell and stiffen to its limits but also stay hard for several hours even after cumming multiple times. She loved the taste when he filled her mouth or she licked her mother or grandmother clean after he filled their cunts.
For her seventh birthday present, after years of careful preparation, he pushed his hard cock into her tight virgin cunt for the first time, slowly and shallowly to begin, making her feel so full even before she felt the warm spurts erupt deep inside her. It didn't take long for her to take his cock as deep as he could go and loved the ways he could pump her cunt hard and fast.
Calvin moaned lowly and brushed his hand across the girl's flat chest. Skylar grinned impishly and lifted the hem of her dress up to her chin, showing her grandfather she wasn't wearing panties, giving his middle finger easy access to her smooth hairless mons and tight slit.
“I guess it's a good thing I'm driving you and Mom and my little darling to the airport for your flight to the cruise, Daddy,” Calvin's twenty–two–year–old daughter, and Skylar's unwed mother, chuckled as she hugged him from behind and crushed her tits into his back. “Do you think you have enough time to get him off with your hands and mouth in the backseat before we get there, Sky?”
“Oh for sure, Mommy, and I'm sure he'll be ready to go for both me and Nana again by the time we get on the plane.”
Calvin climbed into the back seat with the eight–year–old while his wife and daughter got in the front. He was barely seated when Skylar fumbled with his belt and zipper, impatiently freeing his increasingly stiff cock. When she pulled his throbbing dick out of his jeans, Skylar got on her knees next to him on the back seat, licking and sucking the leaking tip of his dick just the way he liked best.
He pulled her dress over her back to expose her soft round ass and swirled a fingertip around her asshole before probing her tight but unsurprisingly wet pussy slit. She wiggled her hips until the tip of his finger lodged in her cunt entry to the first knuckle.
“Push down, little girl, so my finger goes deeper inside you,” he murmured while gently pressing her head down with his free hand. “I want to feel your tight cunt sucking my finger while your mouth sucks my cock.”
“Turn her ass a little more this way, Daddy, so I can see your finger going in and out of her in the rearview mirror. I won't have another chance for almost two weeks until you all get back,” his daughter called out as she drove, one hand on the wheel and the other between her legs furiously rubbing her pussy through her panties under her skirt. “Mom at least can turn around and watch you while I drive.”
Calvin adjusted their position slightly and smiled at his wife. Joyce grinned back, with one hand under her blouse fondling her right tit and the other fingering her pussy through her panties with her skirt pulled up around her waist. Mutual masturbation was a long–term and oft–exercised family practice.
Skylar held her mouth and throat down when her grandfather's cock punched against the back of her throat, breathing through her nose the way her grandmother taught her even as she gagged slightly. When she pulled back a little to catch her breath, Calvin took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed the head back and forth across her lips, smearing his precum on her cheeks and tongue.
“I'm...right...there...little girl,” Calvin croaked as his cum welled up from his balls through his throbbing shaft.
Skylar instantly wrapped her lips around just the pulsing head of her grandfather's uncut cock, swallowing twice when his cum erupted into her mouth a moment before they entered the airport grounds. Calvin quickly zipped up his jeans and barely had time to wipe his drying cum from the eight–year–old's lips and chin before his daughter pulled into the departure area.
“I told you I could do it, Mommy,” Skylar grinned gleefully, licking her lips while straightening her skirt.
Karen came to a stop and got out to help them transfer their luggage to the waiting skycap. She turned and hugged her mother and father in turn before wrapping her arms around her daughter to give Skylar an open–mouth kiss. As soon as she did, Skylar pushed her cum–coated tongue into her mother's mouth to share Calvin's remaining jism, holding the kiss until all the spent sperm dissolved.
“Yummy, yummy, yummy,” she chuckled after straightening up, “my Daddy's cum tastes just as good coming from your mouth as right from his cock or your and my Mom's pussies. I guess that will have to hold me until you all get back and I can suck him off again myself. Leave some for Nana by not making him cum inside you all by yourself more than two or three times a day.”
With that, Karen jumped back into the still–running car and pulled into the flow of traffic.
“Don't look so melancholy,” Joyce told her granddaughter, wrapping her arms around Skylar's shoulders as they watched Karen drive away. “She'll probably fuck more than us while we're gone. She told me Toby and Tony will come over as often as they can.”
“Oh, I do like them both, even if their dicks aren't as big as Poppy's,” Skylar grinned as they walked into the terminal.
“Not yet, but they're still growing boys,” Joyce laughed, feeling a tingle deep in her cunt as they walked, knowing exactly what her daughter would be doing while they were gone.
Toby and Tony were the thirteen–year–old black twins who moved in next door about six months before with their parents and younger sister. Both had thin four–and–a–half–inch long uncut cocks and smooth lithe bodies. They started fucking Karen individually and together about three months before after she caught them spying on her sunbathing nude in the backyard. When Joyce happened upon them all naked in the living room one rainy afternoon with one cock pounding Karen's mouth and the other her cunt, she insisted on joining in. Skylar soon cheerfully followed.
Karen didn't tell her mother but she expected those twins to be waiting for her inside their house with already rigid dicks when she got back from the airport. Her pussy drooled as she drove home. The twins would not be waiting alone with stiff, seemingly indefatigable cocks for her mouth and pussy and asshole.
They teased her unmercifully each time they fucked her for the past month by refusing to tell her exactly how many of their friends would be with them when she got there or if their younger sister with her flat chest and hairless pussy or their mother with her huge dangling tits, soft rolls of belly fat and a hairy pussy or their father with his thick six–and–a–half–inch cock would be part of the group that she wanted and needed to use and abuse her in any and every way they wished while her parents were away.
She fervently hoped it was all of them and perhaps even more.
•••••
The plane ride to the port city where they would board the cruise ship took about three hours. With a sixty–odd pound eight–year–old in the middle seat, they were not pressed for space. Before takeoff, they raised the armrests out of the way when Joyce asked for a blanket and spread it across all their laps.
It wasn't because any of them expected to be chilly in flight.
Calvin unzipped his jeans and pulled them down around his knees before Skylar even reached for him after reaching cruising altitude and the stewardess passed out drinks and snacks. She wrapped her fingers around his still–soft dick, fondling the sheathed tip tenderly as he hardened. When he reached between her legs, Joyce was already circling the eight–old's tiny clit so Calvin probed Skylar's entry hole with a fingertip.
“Did you take a little blue pill before we got on the plane, Poppy?” the eight–year–old gasped when his finger found the rough patch inside her that would eventually become her g–spot. “I want you in me so I can join the mile–high club Mommy told me about.”
“No, little girl, I didn't and I can't fuck you on the plane anyway. Nana and my fingers giving you an orgasm will have to count for making you a member of the mile–high–club,” he murmured as her cunt canal tightened on his finger and he could feel his wife gently caressing their granddaughter's developing clit with more urgency, “but I will at the hotel later, both you and Nana, until I can't get hard again.”
Since the first time he fingered her in a crowded theater at a kid's movie when she was four years old, Skylar was an enthusiastic exhibitionist just like her grandmother. She would have been perfectly happy to have everyone on the plane watch her suck her grandfather, finger her grandmother and loudly scream her pleasure with one or both of them licking her prepubescent pussy.
“I'm tingling all over already, Poppy,” Skylar groaned as her hips began to buck on their hands, “and I think I'm going to cum...soon...very soon.”
Calvin pulled her to him in a tight hug, burying her face in his neck to muffle her cry as she quivered and humped his hand for the next thirty seconds or so. She opened her eyes and grinned at him after slumping back in her seat.
“I'm going to do that riding your cock tonight and every day and night on this trip...and this too,” she whispered before ducking under the blanket to suck his dick until he filled her mouth with cum again.
In the aisle seat next to them, Joyce brought her pussy to the verge of a body–quaking climax before stopping just before her climax peaked. With her face flushed and her arms and legs trembling, she waited until Skylar sat back up, placed her granddaughter's hand on her dripping mound and instructed the little girl to do nothing more than circle her throbbing clit faster and faster.
Joyce managed to maintain a modicum of external composure even as two back–to–back climaxes rippled through every cell of her body and soaked the seat beneath her. When she stopped shaking and her breathing returned to normal, she thanked Skylar with a promise to show her additional ways to make her own prepubescent climaxes more intense and long–lasting in the days ahead. At that point, they all dozed off until the plane landed in the port city and a shuttle bus took them and a large number of other adults with children of all ages to the designated hotel for the night prior to boarding the cruise ship.
•••••
Calvin had a very difficult time disguising the bulge in his jeans that never seemed to diminish as he looked around at the families waiting for their room assignments, seeing so many little girls and boys assembled in the same place. Soon he would see many of them wearing their newest fanciest swimsuits, some undoubtedly daring enough his imagination wouldn't need a lot of help envisioning those smooth hairless pussies and tiny stiff dicks with taut balls standing naked in front of him. With any luck at all, he wouldn't even have to use his imagination all that much for too long.
Skylar ripped off her dress and threw herself on one of the beds in the hotel room the moment the door closed behind the porter who brought their luggage. She pulled up her knees, parted her thighs as wide as she could and spread her smooth pussy lips apart with both hands. The moist glistening inner flesh of her prepubescent cunt bloomed open like a bright pink flower.
“Are you telling us you need something, you wanton little slut?” Calvin grinned as he stepped next to his eight–year–old granddaughter and unzipped his jeans. “Are you a needy young cunt who needs her pussy fingered and licked and fucked like a cheap whore every chance you get?”
“Oh yes, Poppy, your slut, your cunt, yours and Nana's and Mommy's too,” Skylar beamed at him while rubbing a finger between her gaping pussy slit, “your cock–loving, cum–eating, pussy–licking, ass–rimming, piss–drinking bitch and proud of it, just like my Mommy.”
“My, my, our little girl sounds so sexy talking dirty when she wants your cock and plays with her sweet young pussy, Calvin,” Joyce giggled from where she sat on the other bed, her skirt on the floor at her feet and her right hand fingering her pussy inside her soaked panties. “What do you think we should do about her filthy mouth?”
“Maybe we should wash it out,” Calvin grinned, letting his jeans fall around his ankles, the briefs with a large wet spot in the front quick to follow. “What would you suggest?”
“Well, you could shove your cock in her mouth and choke her with your yummy cum,” his wife stroked her chin theatrically with the hand not fingering her pussy inside her panties, “but you already did that on the plane, so probably something else this time.”
“Put your hard cock and warm cum in my...your...slutty cunt, Poppy, please...please,” Skylar pleaded as two fingers from her right hand vanished into her tiny cunt entry.
“That doesn't do anything about her delightfully naughty mouth and charmingly raunchy language,” Joyce murmured, stripping off the rest of her clothes to sit next to Skylar and circle the little girl's rock–hard ball–bearing sized nipples with the tip of her tongue.
“Sit on my face and wash my mouth out with your pussy juices, Nana,” the eight–year–old implored huskily, reaching for her grandmother's stiff left nipple with one hand and pumping the two fingers from the other in and out of her young cunt even faster. “I want to lick your pussy until you squirt on my face, in my mouth and down my throat.”
Joyce smiled and leaned forward to gently slide her tongue into her granddaughter's mouth, their tongues swirling together as she reached down, swatted Skylar's hand aside and began fingering her granddaughter's increasingly damp pussy.
Calvin gave his stiff shaft a few strokes before joining in the kiss, his tongue going back and forth from his wife to his granddaughter. After a few moments, Joyce broke off the kiss, rolled on her back and spread her bent knees.
Skylar immediately crawled between her grandmother's thighs to bury her face in Joyce's silky smooth pussy mound and dripping slit. Calvin took a few moments to lick the eight–old's pussy slit and asshole before aligning the dripping tip of his cock with her entry hole and slowly pushing into her until his balls slapped against her hairless mound.
They fell into a steady rhythm, markedly enhanced by its familiarity. Every time Calvin drove his cock as deep as he could into Skylar's tight canal, he forced her mouth to punch firmly against his wife's clit and her tongue to penetrate just a little deeper into Joyce's dripping entry.
Skylar's back arched when she felt her grandfather's warm creamy cum squirting into her cunt canal a few minutes later. When he finished and slipped out of her, she went back to hungrily licking her grandmother's pussy, fingering Joyce's cunt and sucking her clit together until Joyce let out a loud moan and quivered all over with her juices filling the little girl's eager mouth.
“I think I'll skip the shower and wear these dirty panties under my dress to dinner so I can smell sexy and sweaty and feel Poppy's cum leaking out of me and soaking them in the restaurant,” Skylar giggled when her grandmother suggested they get something to eat a short while later.
Calvin smiled his agreement as he dressed, thinking ahead to later that night when he would pull those panties off his granddaughter's pussy with his teeth and cover his nose with the soiled garment to inhale the musky scents of her sex and sweat and piss while she and his wife give him a final blow job before sleeping.
•••••
There was a short wait for seating at the hotel restaurant due to the number of families with one or more preteen kids apparently staying the night before the cruise boarded the next day. They specifically chose this cruise line because, while oriented toward younger kids, it was far less expensive than the big–name family–oriented one. Not surprisingly, many others apparently did the same.
More importantly to Calvin and Joyce, it had an underground reputation for a particularly taboo type of partying by entire families while giving their young kids free rein to do as they pleased on board. One dark website Calvin frequented not only suggested that specific ship but even detailed suggestions for locations on the ship to discreetly meet young kids alone, veiled hints about crew members who would look the other way if not outright assist and even some innocuous coded phrases to identify potential partners among the adults looking to share their kids with others.
While he had no way of knowing for sure as he looked around the restaurant, Calvin was convinced there were others in the room who had the same intentions, indeed proscribed needs, as he and Joyce. He was confident Skylar would be a big help in identifying those kids and the perverted adults accompanying them. His wanton granddaughter was fired up about meeting other kids and adults with similar interests and had an intense desire to hook up with both in every possible way.
He and his wife often got each other off after booking the trip fantasizing about watching Skylar swallow an adult stranger's cock, seeing his cum ooze out of her cunt or mouth and burying her face in a grown woman's hairy pussy. Skylar often assisted by telling them all the things she wanted to do with other girls and boys and their parents or watch her grandparents do with them in graphic, vulgar and quite explicit detail.
“Are all these people going to be on the boat with us tomorrow?” Skylar asked, looking around at the crowd while they waited for their dinner to be served. “Do you think all these kids like to fuck and suck their Mommies and Daddies the way I do with both of you and Mommy?”
“The brochure said our ship carries up to 2,500 passengers, so I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of these families are getting on the same one as us tomorrow,” Joyce smiled at Skylar while pushing the hem of her granddaughter's dress up around her waist under the table to give anyone who cared to look an unobstructed glimpse of her panty–clad pussy. “Remember you must be cautious whenever talking with others you don't know about the fun we have together. Many families do not do what we do and we could all be in a lot of trouble if the wrong person overhears you.”
“I know, Nana,” Skylar smiled back, spreading her knees a bit more and placing her grandmother's hand on the sticky soiled panties covering her mound and sucking into her damp slit, “just like at school and any of my friends' houses except Fanny and Saul and their Mommy and Daddy.”
When Calvin felt Skylar's knee bumped against his thigh, he knew that was the signal his wife had pulled the eight–year–old's skirt up and Skylar was cheerfully flashing her panties. They often did the same thing in public places like the park or the food court at the mall to see the reaction of others and get themselves worked up for some especially energetic sex when they got home. They laughed all the way home one day after a guy older than Calvin spotted her and choked on his drink, spilling it all over the front of his shirt. She wasn't wearing panties that day and Calvin momentarily wished she left them off for this dinner as well.
Calvin was on the lookout for any adult who might see Skylar's spread legs and panties under the table and indicate the slightest interest with a smile or raised eyebrow or such. He hoped to get lucky and identify some other perverted adults with young kids going on the cruise before they even boarded.
When he didn't see anyone making any obvious indications right away, he slowly looked from table to table to get a sense of the number and age ranges of the boys and girls and families there. Since this cruise was specifically targeted at preteen kids, he didn't see any older teenagers or couples without at least one boy or girl with them.
He was finishing his dessert when the first of two things caught his eye.
Off to one side, a blonde–haired girl who looked a little older than Skylar sat with her legs spread the same way. While he wasn't at the correct angle to see all the way under her dress, he didn't think she was sitting that way accidentally. The young woman next to the girl, on the lower end of the age range to be her mother just like Skylar's, was scanning the room in the same predatory way as Calvin.
Calvin leaned over and whispered in Skylar's ear to turn her body to give the woman and girl a better look. When his granddaughter did, the woman smiled and licked her lips before pointedly whispering in the girl's ear. A few seconds later, Calvin's cock twitched when the girl turned just enough he could see she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt. She looked directly at him and smiled brightly.
A few moments later, as Calvin waited for the check, he noticed a mid–thirties–aged man with two kids, a boy and a girl about Skylar's age, looking their way over the top of the woman's head who sat across from him. Before the guy could turn away, Calvin reached under the table, placed his hand on Skylar's pussy mound and stroked her slit through the damp fabric with a fingertip. He knew the man saw by the way his eyes widened in surprise and his face flushed.
As they returned to their room, Calvin spotted the blonde–haired girl entering an elevator with the young woman and a man who most likely was her father. As the doors slid shut, the girl saw him and smiled invitingly again just as the man reached over her shoulder and slid his right hand under the front of her blouse to fondle her barely budding nipples.
Both Skylar and Joyce were extremely excited when he told them everything he saw when they got back to their room. Skylar chattered on and on about those things she wanted to do with other kids and their parents on the cruise in increasingly vulgar terms while she masturbated watching Calvin lick and suck and finger Joyce's cunt and asshole to two body–quaking orgasms.
Then Calvin pushed his eight–year–old granddaughter on her back, licked her to a climax through her soaked panties before pulling them off with his teeth and leaned back in the pillows to inhale the pungent fragrance of sex and sweat and piss wafting from them. His wife and preteen granddaughter hungrily swallowed his cum before they all fell asleep.
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