Family Cruise

The question isn't who will let you; it's who will stop me. ––– Ayn Rand

Part 10

“Cole, do you mind if I ask you something?” Calvin said.

Hardly,” Cole laughed in response. “I've watched you fuck my wife and daughter, you've seen me do the same with your spouse and granddaughter and we sucked each other's cocks and tasted each other's cum, so there's not many secrets between us.”

They were sipping a cold beer and walking at the edge of the water, with the low waves breaking around their ankles. Both their rigid cocks stood straight out from their bodies and swayed back and forth with every step. Neither man gave that a second thought.

All around them, boys, girls, men and women splashed in the gentle surf or ran around playing some game or another on the warm sand. Some of the kids were barely out of diapers while others ranged in age up to the cusp of puberty, ready to take the next steps, both physical and psychological, in their journey to adulthood.

Most surprising to Calvin, almost all the adults and many of the kids recognized Cole and felt comfortable enough to brazenly ask him to do things to or with them or join them in one sexual activity or another right on the beach, in the water or under one of the gazebos. Other than some light touching and the occasional hug, Cole had declined all such entreaties as he walked with Calvin.

“How do all these people know you so...um...intimately?” Calvin asked as a blonde–haired girl about ten and her mid–to–late–twenties mother surrounded Cole and jointly made every effort to get his cock as hard as possible.

Before Cole could answer, the little girl's mother took his hard cock in her hand and held it out for the preteen. The little girl giggled and took the head and about half of his six–inch–length into her mouth. Cole moaned lowly and threaded his fingers through the girl's blond hair.

“You are getting better and better, Gina,” Cole told the girl while slowly pulling his dick from her mouth, “but you already know how my cum tastes. Give my friend Calvin's cock a try.”

The little girl looked up and smiled brightly when her mother nodded her head in approval. Cole reached over and held Calvin's cock for the girl as she first licked a drop of precum from the tip then took about three inches into her mouth.

“How old is she?” Calvin gasped huskily as the girl swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick.

“Just turned ten last week. She says she wants to have ten men or boys besides family members cum in her mouth or cunt or hands each day on this cruise,” the woman responded as she dropped to her knees in the shallow water to begin sucking Cole. “You're number three this morning. She can only take about three inches into her mouth and throat so far but all of my brother's seven–inch cock in her cunt if you'd rather fuck her.”

“Her mouth is just fine,” Calvin muttered, putting his hands on the back of the little girl's head as he pushed his throbbing dick another inch deeper into her throat.

Gina looked up at him, a tear rolling down each cheek as she gagged and sputtered when his cum filled her mouth. The ten–year–old gamely swallowed a great deal of his jism but a goodly amount still spurted out from her lips engulfing his throbbing shaft. Just as his eyes closed and his cum erupted in the ten–year–old's mouth, Calvin saw the little girl's mother press her nose tightly into Cole's pubic hair with the tip of his friend's dick punching out against the side of her throat and his creamy cum spurting out from the corners of her mouth.

•••••

“So how do you know all these people by name?” Calvin asked again as he and Cole sat on some rocks at the far end of the beach sipping beers.

“As you know, Beth, Shiv and I went on our first cruise three years ago. I've known Henry my whole life since he's my uncle and Beth since she was a toddler,” Cole began after a moment, looking out over the gently breaking waves. “Before Henry took over his captaincy four years ago, he and Beth both hinted at some of the things that went on aboard some of the cruises and other ships but mostly it was among crew members who served together over long periods of time. Of course. I knew Henry regularly fucked Beth since he happily and eagerly shared her with his close friends. I was one and first fucked her when she was ten years old as he watched and jerked off on us. Then I got her pregnant and I married her as soon as she turned fourteen, a month or so before Shiv was born.”

“I've heard most of that,” Calvin commented when Cole stopped to take another swig of beer, “but how does that relate to knowing all these families, the kids as well as the adults?”

“After his first voyage as Captain, Henry told me about the potential opportunities of sexually oriented cruises, especially with many of his faithful crew members joining him. Those are the people you see with the C=Ɔ brand,” Cole continued after a moment. “We went on one the following year and I immediately saw the possibilities. As soon as we got back, I bought the cruise line and have been directing like–minded people in this direction ever since.”

“Through the dark website I used?”

“Yeah, one of many I also own. I accrued my wealth through porn and other online activities. Now I have a worldwide network of people who are actively involved in our particular proscribed lifestyle. Next year, I'm planning a cruise exclusively for those families with kids of any age, including teenagers. Can you imagine two weeks at sea or on this island with a couple of thousand horny naked people, men and women of all shapes, sizes and ages, boys and girls from infants to young adults, looking to suck and fuck as much as you and I do with no limits or inhibitions?”

Calvin envisioned the situation with one drop after another of his precum dribbling from the tip of his rigid dick. Cole grinned at him, took his rigid dick in his hand and marched Calvin into the nearest gazebo where two girls around eleven were licking each other while a mid–thirties man looked on leisurely jerking himself off.

“Can I borrow your daughters' mouths and pussies, Mitch?” Cole asked the man.

“Sure, Cole, I've only fucked them once each so far today so their cunts are still pretty tight but a little sticky,” the man replied and reached for another beer in the cooler next to his lounge chair.

The girl on top rolled on her back and smiled up at Cole and Calvin. She seemed to be the older one, with just the slightest definition of her developing tits and a barely visible fuzz directly above her barely gaping pussy slit. The other girl wiped her sister's pussy juices from her lips with the back of her hand and propped herself up on her left elbow, spreading her legs to expose the pink inner flesh of her hairless cunt.

“Your choice,” Cole told Calvin expansively, pointing to the grinning girls. “Jenna is the older one and has an especially talented tongue while her sister Nadine's pussy is as tight as they come.”

Before Calvin could respond, the older girl got on her knees in front of him and essentially inhaled the entire length of his dick in a single go. He gasped and started humping her face while watching Cole flip the other girl on her hands and knees and roughly thrust his cock as deep into her as he could go. It only took a few moments for both of them to shoot their cum into the shrieking, quivering preteens.

•••••

“Looks like there's quite a few people here now,” Calvin commented as he and Cole walked back toward the open–air dining area where aromatic smoke billowed from the grills beyond the tables.

“Yeah, I expect about four to five hundred adults and kids to come to this beach today, out of around two thousand passengers on the ship,” Cole answered, stopping to take in the sight of naked men and women, boys and girls, frolicking in the surf, running around on the beach or openly sucking and fucking under the gazebos or on blankets on the sand. “You do know that each and every one of them will happily suck your cock and spread their legs or bend over to take your dick in their cunt or asshole. I suspect you'll gladly reciprocate too just like I will.”

“How can you know that so assuredly?” Calvin asked, stopping with Cole to watch a blonde–haired boy no older than eight furiously licking and fingering a mid–forties–looking woman's hairy pussy.

“My team went to a great deal of effort to market this cruise specifically to people who want to share their young kids and themselves with others of similar persuasion,” Cole answered after wiping a drop of precum from the tip of his dick and continued walking. “The site where you found the information about this cruise is really one of my entry–level ones. I'll make sure you get an all–access code for all of my sites. Just be aware, some of them feature some pretty outlandish, crude and even disgusting content.”

About that time, they joined the line filling plates with luncheon items from a long lavishly appointed table. With a drink in one hand and an overflowing plate in the other, Calvin jumped when someone gave his right ass cheek a firm squeeze from behind. He turned his head to see the steward Sally grinning at him devilishly with her other hand gently caressing Cole's balls.

“I was wondering where you guys have been,” she smiled devilishly, moving her hand to Calvin's dick. “Come sit with me and some of my new friends.”

With that, she tugged them by their dicks to a table under a nearby palm tree. A mid–twenties black couple was already sitting there with two girls about Skylar's age, one blonde the other brunette, and a black boy about eight with a stiff four–inch dick. Before Sally even finished the introductions, the blonde–haired girl walked over to Cole and casually took his cock into her hand.

“You've grown a lot since last year, Audrey,” Cole smiled as he dragged a fingertip up the inside of the little girl's right thigh and split her smooth pussy slit. “Where's your Mom and big brother?”

“She took him with her to the end of the beach to show her new girlfriend some of the things that happen over here,” Audrey answered before leaning forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of Cole's dick.

Cole groaned lowly and placed a hand on the back of the girl's head. She immediately pushed her face down until most of his six–inch–and–a–half–inch–long cock vanished into her mouth.

“She has a quite talented mouth, be it for a cock or cunt,” Sally whispered into Calvin's ear from behind, reaching over his shoulder to gently fondle his stiff dick with her right hand, “but they're all going to have to wait their turn to enjoy your dick. Where do you want to cum inside me...my mouth...my hands...my cunt...or my asshole...first?”

As Calvin swiveled around to face her, he glanced around to see the black guy lowering the preteen brunette girl on to his swollen dick. The black woman knelt in front of the boy he assumed was her son and sucked his thin three–inch–long dick into her mouth.

“Let's start with your mouth,” he moaned lowly while roughly pulling the silver bars piercing both of her huge nipples.

•••••

“So what's so special about this far end of the beach?” Calvin asked Sally as they slowly strolled along the water's edge in that direction.

Like Cole, Sally greeted a number of kids and adults by name as they walked, stopping occasionally for a hug or to fondle a small thin cock or protruding hairless pussy. She even bent over for an eleven–year–old to fuck her from behind while the boy's mother gave Calvin a blow job.

“The further down to this end you go, the kinkier the play gets,” she explained before wrapping the fingers of her right hand around his still–stiff cock again. “Not that anything is prohibited as such just about anywhere on this side of the island, but some folks are more comfortable doing certain things with less of an audience...piss play, choking, humiliation and the like. Besides, this is where the ceremony will be held after the show tonight.”

“The ceremony?” Calvin asked as he circled her tight asshole with the tip of a finger.

“Colette, a twenty–five–year–old mulatto girl from Martinique who works in Engineering, is getting her brand tonight,” Sally went on, stopping to face him and place his hand on the raised pink C=Ɔ scar that started just above the very top of her pussy slit. “It's a great honor and a really wild time. As Cole's friend, you're more than welcome to observe or participate.”

“That sounds pretty painful to me,” Calvin commented as he traced the outline of her brand with a fingertip.

“Oh it is and I remember most of that evening in detail even after four years,” she grinned, giving his dick a few tender strokes with one hand and squeezing his balls gently with the other. “Back then there were only a couple dozen crew members and Captain Henry involved. Beth and a couple of the other girls shaved me. I drank most of a bottle of rum and smoked some weed while every one of the guys fucked me until I was cumming so hard I couldn't see straight and a river of sperm was gushing out of my cunt. That's not even what I remember best.”

“What is then?” Calvin inquired, twirling her pierced three–quarters–of–an–inch–long clit in two fingers as her entire body shuddered.

“The aroma of my burning flesh as Captain Henry pressed the red–hot branding iron to my pussy and held it there for the count of five,” she answered, her eyes glazing over as her pussy juices began to ooze over his fingers. “I smelled that before I felt the pain and screamed. I still cum almost without a touch to my cunt or clit every time we add a new member to our crew with a branding. If you come to the ceremony, you can fuck Colette along with any other guys there and then fuck me while she screams when the flesh above her pussy smokes and smolders.”

Calvin grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pushing his throbbing dick into her dripping cunt even as she continued to bend over at the waist.

“Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard and rough,” she moaned with her cunt canal clamping on his dick. “I've wanted your cock in my mouth and pussy and asshole since I opened that fold–out bed in your stateroom the first day, knowing full well that beautiful little girl would never sleep in it. I can't wait to lick her and your wife's pussies until they fill my mouth with their juices and I do the same to them.”

Calvin's cum flooded into her after only a few deep hard thrusts. He stayed inside her until she quivered through her own orgasm with her pussy juices squirting on to his thighs. He didn't even notice the group of a half–dozen boys and girls standing in a semicircle watching them and playing with themselves and each other until his slick dick slipped out of Sally's dripping cunt.

•••••

“I'm not interested in watching the branding ceremony,” Joyce told him pointedly, giving him a peck on the cheek while continuing to hold the half–hard cocks of two boys around eleven or twelve as a third with just a wispy tuft of flaming red pubic hair stood behind her fingering her asshole. “Skylar's spending the night with some new friends she made on the beach, so you're on your own. I'll see you both tomorrow...after breakfast.”

With that, she headed toward one of the shuttle buses with the three boys. Calvin simply smiled, knowing his wife's idea of breakfast consisted of drinking as much protein–rich cum as she could suck from those boys until they couldn't get hard or shoot anywhere inside her any longer. He knew he'd get all the quite explicit details at some point the next day.

Not that he had any sort of problem with anything Skylar or Joyce did with others.

After watching his wife head off with the three preteen boys, Calvin looked around for Sally who promised to be his guide for the branding ceremony. A few moments later, she came up behind him, grinning devilishly as she took his dick in her hand and led him toward the far end of the beach where a fire was blazing brightly.

He was pretty much exhausted despite a two–hour nap before dinner, having lost count of how many times he had cum that day with boys and girls or their parents or both or all of them in one combination or another without ever learning their names. Even when he took a break from time to time during the day, he was constantly stimulated seeing other boys and girls sucking and fucking each other or whatever grown man or woman happened to be close by. Ready access to a seemingly unlimited supply of the little blue pills helped too.

His dick hardened more than once that day watching a group of preteen boys line up to slide their stiff cocks into his wife's mouth and cunt and asshole with some of them mature enough to deposit some watery cum deep inside her or on her face and tits and pussy. He knew before she explicitly told him that he needed to find a place to sleep that night that she would undoubtedly take two or three of them back to their stateroom for all night and early morning fucking until even those boys could no longer get hard.

Skylark cheerfully brought other girls and boys she met to him in the gazebo, along with some of the men and women who accompanied them. He was more aroused than he even imagined possible seeing his eight–year–old granddaughter bring an unknown grown woman to a screaming climax on her hands and tongue, swallowing gulp after gulp of sticky sperm from some random guy's cock or taking a stranger's cock and cum deep into her prepubescent pussy while she shrieked her own orgasms.

Of course, Calvin had no problem hooking up with practically anyone else on the beach regardless of age or sex without Skylar's help. All he had to do was ask or simply agree with someone offering themselves or their kids to him or both. By the time he fucked two little girls younger than Skylar and sucked off their father and brother after returning to the gazebo, he didn't even bother to offer his name or ask any of them for theirs.

Unsurprisingly, the number of kids and adults remaining on the beach as the sun set was a lot smaller than those who spent the day there. The combination of sun and surf and sex took its toll on everyone, especially the youngest kids. As he approached the fire, Calvin couldn't help but notice that most of the men and women who were getting settled around him were marked with Captain Henry's brand and there were no kids in sight.

“So what happens now?” he asked Sally as she handed him another little blue pill and a cold beer.

“Beth and Caitlin will bring Colette out to lay on that slightly raised platform,” Sally began as she casually stroked his stiffening dick. “She'll suck a couple of guys hard so they can jerk off on her pussy to use their cum as cream for Beth or Caitlin to shave her. In the meantime, Colette has undoubtedly been drinking rum all afternoon and smoking a little weed, so she'll pretty much be completely stoned. After she's shaved, any guy here who wants to fuck her is welcome to do so with the object being she starts to cum and doesn't stop. At the peak of her orgasms, Captain Henry will press the brand against the freshly shaved flesh right above her pussy slit. Then he'll be the first to fuck her branded pussy while she thrashes and screams.”

“It still sounds kind of barbaric to me,” Calvin muttered as Sally licked off the precum bubbling to the tip of his cock.

“Oh it is,” Sally grinned as she slipped a finger into his asshole and began stroking him faster, “and I had the most intense orgasm of my life smelling my own flesh burn, seeing the smoke rise from between my legs and feeling the pain spread from my pussy.”

With that, Calvin closed his eyes and leaned back. Sally took his cock into her mouth, swirling the tip of her tongue around the head before swallowing him completely. A few moments later, the buzz of conversation around the fire died down.

Calvin looked up to see Beth and Caitlin leading a lithe young woman with caramel–colored skin to the waist–high platform. The woman swayed, giggled, and took drinks from a bottle of rum as he stumbled toward the raised platform, stopping a few times to casually stroke a guy's dick or a woman's tits as they did her.

Beth and Caitlin positioned the woman with her legs dangling over the edge and her firm ass barely on the surface. Three guys stepped around her, two on each side and one between her spread thighs. They quickly stroked their cocks hard and shot their creamy cum on her hairy pussy.

As soon as they were done, Beth spread the cum all around and quickly shaved the young woman bald and smooth as some of the other men lined up. One after another, they slipped their hard dicks into her just long enough to pump their cum into her cunt. The young woman laughed and called some by name until her body quivered and quaked as one orgasm after another rippled through her. When the last guy finished cumming in her, Captain Henry stepped between her knees holding a red–hot branding iron.

“Are you ready, Colette, for the final step to become a full–fledged member of our crew and family?” he intoned as he positioned the branding iron just inches from the smooth skin just above her pussy slit.

“Do it...please...do it...brand me...fuck me...make me...yours...all yours,” the woman shrieked before taking a final swig of rum from the nearly empty bottle.

Beth and Caitlin each grabbed one of her arms and two guys held her legs as Captain Henry very slowly lowered the sizzling C=Ɔ–shaped iron. At the last moment, she squirmed as she felt the heat approaching her skin.

At that point, everything seemed to happen at once for Calvin. He heard Colette shriek as the red–hot brand bit into the skin above her pussy mound only seconds before he smelled the distinctive aroma of her burning flesh and saw the smoke rise from between her legs.

Sally's cunt clamped on his cock as she screamed for him to fuck her as he watched Captain Henry slam his stiff dick into Colette's dripping entry hole below her smoking flesh. All around him, the other branded members of the Captain's crew furiously sucked and fucked each other as the lithe young woman continued to scream.

Calvin had his most intense climax in years as he pumped spurt after spurt of his cum into Sally's welcoming cunt.

••••••••••

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