The question isn't who will let you; it's who will stop me. ––– Ayn Rand
Part 2
The next morning after breakfast, they boarded a shuttle bus to the cruise ship filled with excited adults and even more exuberant kids. It took less than five minutes for Calvin to realize he could never be able to fulfill his fantasy of being a part–time school bus driver when he retired despite the opportunities that presented to be around and interact with preteen kids on a regular basis without raising any suspicion.
Despite an early start, they faced a long line when they got to the dock that moved along surprisingly quickly. Calvin thought he glimpsed the blonde–haired girl from the night before going up the gangway with her parents while he presented their credentials and such to the woman checking them in.
He felt his cock twitch inside his shorts knowing for sure they were on the same cruise.
When they got off the elevator on their assigned deck, another plain looking full–figured mid–twenties woman with quite large tits and stiff nipples poking through her bra and blouse introduced herself as Sally, a steward on their deck during the cruise, and showed them to their stateroom. She took the time to show them the amenities in the room and bath, how to use the individualized plastic credit–card–like ID attached to lanyards to wear around their necks and answer all their questions before leaving.
When Calvin mentioned he saw the blonde girl and her parents from the night before boarding the ship before them, an excited Skylar insisted he finger or lick her to a climax right then and there so anyone who came close when they left the stateroom could smell the scent of her sex. Instead, he fucked Joyce from behind while she licked and fingered their granddaughter to a noisy climax less than thirty minutes after coming on board.
The faint musky fragrance of sex and sweat clung to all three of them.
Rather than get adjoining staterooms as many did when traveling with kids, Calvin upgraded to a slightly larger one with a fold–out couch ostensibly for his granddaughter's use. Of course, they had no intention of unfolding it again after Sally's demonstration. Skylar would spend every night in their bed as usual watching Calvin and Joyce suck and fuck when she didn't join them or was the focus of their undivided attention.
Since it would take a while for the remainder of their luggage to get to them, they cleaned up after cumming and went out to tour the ship. Even as a large percentage of the passengers were yet to board, the bars, restaurants and other facilities were fully open. Right from the outset, it was obvious that all of the amenities were designed with young kids' engagement and involvement in mind.
Skylar's eyes widened when she first saw what was way more than just a large pool at the stern of the ship. It was essentially a playground designed for kids of all ages staffed with plenty of crew members to maintain safety while making sure everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves. A lounge with a well–stocked bar and comfortable seating for the parents surrounded the pool area.
As they worked their way toward the bow, they encountered a number of other families doing the same thing as them. When they passed one of the many restaurants on board, Calvin noticed the guy who saw him fondle Skylar under the table the night before waiting in line for seating with his wife, son and daughter.
When their eyes locked, the guy smiled wanly. As the family began to walk to their seats, the guy placed his hand on both his son and daughter's asses and nodded his head while saying something to his wife. She turned and smiled warmly as well when she spotted Calvin, Joyce and Skylar and licked her lips invitingly.
Calvin's cock tingled and stiffened, imagining the guy had essentially the same discussion, as well as similar sexual play, he and Joyce and Skylar did the evening before after seeing each other at dinner. The only question remaining in Calvin's mind was how they would go about introducing themselves to each other and initiate that delicate discussion about their mutual taboo interests, wants and needs.
They continued walking through the concourse, stopping to look into shops and kiosks. Calvin noted there were lots of boys and girls within his preferred age range of under ten. When Joyce squeezed his hand at one point, he knew she was seeing the ages of slightly older preteens she preferred, girls with barely budding tits and maybe even just the faintest hint of hair between their legs and boys whose entire bodies would quiver as they had a dry cum in her mouth or hand or even her pussy but didn't quite yet, or just barely began, to produce any watery cum. He couldn't wait to get back to their stateroom to find out exactly how wet that made his wife's pussy and panties.
At the end of the concourse, they came to a set of double doors with a sign with bold letters:
Clothing–Optional Pool
Only Available When At Sea
After Stopping At The Private Island
“What does that mean, Poppy?” Skylar asked as she tried to figure out the sign.
“It means people can swim in this pool without bathing suits when the ship travels between stops,” Joyce answered, her arousal obvious by the way her stiff nipples pressed against her top.
“You mean...naked...kids...and grown–ups...together...at the same time,” the startled eight–year–old exclaimed excitedly.
“It seems so but let's go inside and see if there's someone who can tell us more,” Calvin suggested while nonchalantly placing his hand on Joyce's ass and realized his exhibitionist wife was so turned on by the idea of being naked with a group of adults and kids that she was trembling slightly.
“Do we take our clothes off here?” Skylar asked as she started to pull her t–shirt over her head.
“No, little girl,” Calvin laughed as he stopped her. “The sign says “only when at sea”. We haven't left the dock yet.”
When they pushed through the doors, they were surprised to see a much smaller pool than the one at the stern with none of the slides and such play facilities for kids. Instead, there was a swim–up bar with underwater stools at the near end and a second bar running most of the length of the pool off to the left side. A young man stood in the well of the swim–up bar stocking bottles and glasses.
“Can I help you,” he asked with a bright smile when they approached him. “I'm afraid we're not open until the third day of the cruise when we get to the company's private island.”
“We wanted to know what the sign outside means,” Skylar said boldly, stepping so close to the edge of the sunken bar well that the guy could see her panties under her dress if he looked up.
He promptly did and grinned cheerfully.
“Just what it says, little lady,” he chuckled, taking a step closer and brazenly gazing up under her dress before continuing. “The ship stops at the company's private island on the third day where there is a clothing–optional beach. When we get here, this pool also becomes clothing–optional while at sea for anyone who wants to continue swimming and tanning naked.”
“Does that mean you don't wear any clothes while you're working here...uh..., Hal?” Skylar grinned lewdly, shifting her feet a little further apart after looking at his name tag.
“Nope, I need to wear a uniform,” he grinned lecherously and took a step back, “when I'm on duty.”
“And when you're not,” Joyce asked hoarsely as she stepped next to Skylar with her legs wide apart, pointedly giving the young man a clear view of the damp panties pulling into her pussy slit under her skirt too, “on duty that is?”
“Unlike a lot of other ships, our Captain encourages the crew to...um...mingle with the passengers when we're off duty,” he grinned up at Joyce, his eyes unabashedly flicking back and forth at their panties and the obvious wet spot in Joyce's while nonchalantly brushing a hand over the unmistakable bulge in his trousers, “and I haven't had a tan line for two years.”
“Then I'm sure we'll be seeing a whole lot more of you and each other,” Calvin smiled broadly and suggestively brushed his hands back and forth over his wife's and granddaughter's asses as both of them grinned and reached back to gently fondle the obvious bulge in his shorts.
For a long moment, they stood in silence just looking at each other. Finally, Hal broke the thickening sexual tension.
“Well, I need to get back to work,” he said softly while licking his lips, “but let me know if there's anything I can do to make your voyage more...um...exciting and memorable.”
Calvin took Joyce and Skylar by their elbows and led them back toward the concourse. His dick was rock–hard in his shorts and he clearly caught a whiff of the scent of Joyce's aroused pussy as she walked near him. He had no doubt her panties were soaked.
“Are we going to fuck him, Nana?” Skylar asked loud enough for Hal to hear as they got to the doors while looking back at him over her shoulder.
“I sure hope so, honey,” Joyce murmured huskily and equally loudly before they entered the crowded concourse, “and we can do it together if he wants while Poppy watches and helps.”
•••••
By the time they had a late lunch and got back to their stateroom, their luggage was stacked next to the bed. Skylar immediately stripped off her clothes and jumped on the bed to avidly finger her hairless pussy slit. Calvin barely closed the door when Joyce rammed her tongue into his mouth and pulled him toward the bed next to their masturbating granddaughter.
“Oh god, fuck me, hard and deep, fast and rough,” she gasped into his ear while tearing at his clothes, “the way I intend that young man does to me and Skylar before this cruise is over.”
Joyce pulled her dress over her head as Calvin ripped her panties in two, throwing the shredded garment over his shoulder before burying his face in her pussy. Joyce started cumming almost at the first touch of his tongue, incredibly aroused by all that happened so far and what it portended for the rest of the voyage despite not yet leaving the dock.
When he lifted up to hover over her, Skylar wrapped her right hand around his throbbing dick and expertly guided the unsheathed head into her grandmother's dripping entry. Joyce shrieked another orgasm while he pumped his cum deep inside her and their eight–year–old granddaughter furiously rubbed her clit.
After taking showers, they spent the next few hours putting away their clothes and familiarizing themselves with the TV, the menus of the different restaurants available to them, making a few reservations and other such things to settle in for the ten–day cruise. In the late afternoon, there was a ship–wide announcement over speakers in the hallway and the TV after a siren began to wail.
“This is the Captain.
We will depart shortly but before we do, Maritime Law requires we conduct a muster, commonly called a lifeboat, drill within twenty–four hours of leaving port. For your convenience, I like to conduct these right before we leave.
Please put on your life vests and follow the crew member's directions to your lifeboat station. Remember, this is an important safety exercise you need to take seriously. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
That is all.”
Calvin remembered similar drills from his days in the Navy and did indeed take them seriously. He put on Skylar's life vest before his own, then checked Joyce's before leaving the room. The hallway was filled with adults and kids following the stewards' directions in a surprisingly orderly, if noisy, fashion.
They didn't actually get into the lifeboats when they got to their station. After milling around for a few minutes as the crew members did a head count, they were dismissed and returned to their stateroom. Shortly thereafter, Calvin felt a small lurch when the ship smoothly pulled away from the dock while they were getting ready for dinner. Calvin didn't object when Skylar and Joyce declared neither would wear panties under their decidedly short skirts for the meal.
By the time they finished dinner and returned to their stateroom, it was getting late. Between the long day, time zone changes and general excitement, they were all exhausted and went to sleep cuddled together without any additional sexual play.
•••••
Calvin blinked awake in the predawn light to some low murmuring coming through the balcony door they left slightly ajar overnight. He managed to get out of the bed without disturbing his wife or granddaughter and took the few steps to the sliding door. The balcony was the width of the room and deep enough for a couple of chairs with a privacy barricade blocking the view to the others on either side. He stood inhaling the salty air and admiring the view of the sea from the moving ship for a moment before he again heard a low murmur come from the right.
“Harder...Daddy...faster...deeper,” a young girl moaned softly, “oh, Daddy...don't...don't stop...please, Daddy...don't stop...now.”
Calvin immediately recognized the familiar, unmistakable squishy sounds of a hard cock pumping in and out of a dripping cunt while balls slapped a firm ass or smooth pussy mound. His cock, already stiff with his usual morning hard–on leaped to full throbbing attention.
“Quiet, baby, we don't want to wake your sister,” a man gasped softly as his balls smacked the girl faster and faster.
Calvin shuffled closer to that side and began stroking his aching cock. The girl continued to groan lowly as the man's breathing became more ragged.
“I'm so...close, baby,” the man mumbled faintly even as the squishy sounds of his cock pumping her cunt increased, “right there...right...fucking...now.”
He must have clamped his hand over the girl's mouth to muffle a shriek when their climaxes crested. After perhaps thirty seconds, Calvin heard a loud sigh and the sound of a chair scuffing on the deck when one or both of them sat down.
“That was very hot but how many times do I have to remind you not to use dirty words like fuck with a nine–year–old,” a woman's voice giggled from the other doorway. “I do hope you're hard enough again by the time her little sister wakes up. You know how snippy she gets when you don't fuck her too.”
“But, Mommy,” the young girl laughed, “you say the same things and even more every time Daddy puts his cock in you or when me and my sister lick you until you cum.”
The woman just laughed softly as four spurts of Calvin's cum shot over the outside railing to splash unseen and unheard in the sea six stories below.
He waited until he heard his neighbors go back inside and close the door before climbing back in bed with Joyce and Skylar. When he reached for the eight–year–old's tight pussy slit, Skylar unconsciously spread her thighs without waking up. The slipperier her cunt became as he fingered her, the more his cock hardened again. He managed to crawl between her legs to lick her moist puffy pussy lips before she awakened.
“How would you like to go out on the balcony so I can fuck you from behind?” he asked with a salacious grin.
Skylar smiled back gleefully and scrambled out of the bed. When she reached the balcony, she grabbed the railing with both hands and bent at the waist. Her head dipped below the top of the railing as she spread her legs as wide apart as she could manage. Calvin rubbed the tip of his dick up and down in her pussy slit a few times before pushing his cock all the way inside his granddaughter's sodden entry with a single slow thrust.
“Out here, you can moan and scream as loud and long as you want when you cum,” he whispered into her ear as he pounded her faster and faster.
•••••
After cleaning up and getting some breakfast, they decided to try the big pool at the stern of the ship. Calvin slipped into a pair of board shorts with a jock–strap underneath to keep his cock from visibly bulging in anticipation of seeing the young kids and some of their parents in skimpy bathing suits. He needed that help faster than he thought as he watched his wife and granddaughter decide which of theirs to wear.
Joyce brought two bikinis for both Skylar and herself. Skylar's newer one was a fairly conventional two–piece that more than covered the eight–year–old's flat nipples, prominent pussy mound and about half of each ass cheek.
The other was a year older, smaller and tighter. Joyce had removed the inner lining so the fabric was practically transparent when dry. When wet, Joyce assured him with a devilish giggle, their eight–year–old granddaughter would be as good as naked.
During a trial on their patio at home before they left, Skylar's hard little ball–bearing–like nipples poked through the gauzy material and even the dry fabric clung to every curve and crevice of her body. After a few steps, it pulled up even deeper into her pussy slit and ass crack, exposing the smooth sides of her young protruding mound. Of course, Skylar loved it while Joyce insisted she hold off wearing the sexier one until she saw how others outfitted their little girls.
Joyce didn't hold herself to quite the same standard.
For a fifty–three–year–old postmenopausal woman, Joyce worked hard to keep her body fit and toned. Her soft–ball–sized tits did sag slightly but had since they first bloomed during puberty. There was only the slightest roll of flesh above her smoothly waxed pussy with puffy pouty lips which barely concealed the fleshy hood covering her bulging half–inch–long clit.
Calvin's cock began to press tightly inside the jock–strap and swimsuit for the first of many times that day when his wife stepped in front of him and held up a colorful scrap of fabric in each hand and asked his opinion. Joyce had always been something of an exhibitionist and he immediately realized she intended to openly display pretty much all of her mature body right from the start of this voyage.
“I can't tell just looking at them in your hands,” he smirked impishly, prodding her to model them both.
Joyce just grinned wickedly and leisurely stripped naked just out of his reach. Skylar climbed into Calvin's lap in her two–piece suit, her firm ass pressing on his cock facing away from him watching her grandmother. When he casually placed his hand on her pussy mound, the preteen unhesitatingly spread her thighs so he could casually finger her slightly gaping slit through the soft fabric.
Before putting on the red bikini, Joy cupped her tits and rubbed her nipples hard with the pad of her thumbs. She donned the top first, showing them how it barely supported her tits. When she pulled up the bottom, it just covered her smooth pussy mound and little more than the crack of her ass.
That turned out to be the modest one.
Calvin could feel his cock stiffening as Skylar squirmed against him. After twirling around and bending over so her tits pointed straight down and almost fell out a few times while giving them a passing glimpse of her dark brown areolas, Joyce grinned again and let the sections of the red bikini fall around her ankles. Calvin's dick hardened even more as she seductively slipped into the yellow one he'd not seen before.
The top was little more than two tiny patches only millimeters larger than the dark brown half–dollar–sized areolas topping her slightly sagging tits, held in place by straps around her neck and back that were barely visible. The bottom was little more than two matching strips of fabric scarcely wider than Calvin's index finger. One went around Joyce's waist and the other attached above her pussy and disappeared between her legs while only just reaching the outer edges of her pussy slit, not to be seen again until it appeared out the top of her ass crack.
“Damn, you're basically naked in that one,” Calvin gasped, unconsciously humping his throbbing cock against his granddaughter's ass through their suits.
“Yeah, that's the idea, at least until we get to the private island. Then the three of us will actually be naked all the time at the clothing–optional beach and pool and everywhere else we can get away with it,” his wife grinned, turning in circles before pulling up the strap around her waist to show him how the one between her legs could disappear inside her pussy slit too. “What do you think?”
“With which head” he grinned as he absentmindedly rubbed a finger over Skylar's tiny clit through her swimsuit.
“Why the one with which you make most of your decisions,” Joyce laughed and knelt between his thighs, “the one that feels so good sliding down my throat and cumming in my mouth and ass and cunt.”
With that, Joyce pushed Skylar's swimsuit bottom aside with a finger and pulled Calvin's rigid cock out of his. Skylar moaned and flailed when her grandmother slid two fingers into her tight cunt and took her husband's throbbing dick into her mouth. She was between swallowing the third and fourth spurts of Calvin's cum when the eight–year–old wailed her orgasm.
•••••
By the time they got to the big pool, many of the chaise loungers were already taken, mostly by parents trying to keep an eye on their kids while simultaneously ogling some of the more scantily clad women and men and other kids. Calvin just marveled how some people would act so wantonly when on vacation, barely covering themselves at the pool in ways they would never consider at home...including his wife and granddaughter.
Of course, the less anyone wore the better as far as he was concerned. That opinion went twice for Joyce with regard to girls and boys on the cusp of puberty. He found some empty loungers, put the three of them together and began scanning the crowd for the girl or boy, woman or man, who dared to wear the most revealing swimsuits. Even in the red one, Joyce was clearly in the early running.
Joyce went to get them some cold drinks while Skylar jumped in the pool a few feet in front of him, instantly making new friends with some other kids as they playfully splashed each other. Calvin let his mind wander, mentally undressing boys and girls and men and women as his gaze moved around the pool area.
Whenever he saw a mother or father touch her young son or daughter in any way approaching intimate, his cock twitched envisioning a smooth tight pussy or stiff finger–length dick, imagining the special fragrance and taste of a prepubescent girl and the unique feeling of a thin cock trembling a dry cum in his hand or mouth.
“Hi there,” the voice of a young girl standing next to him brought him out of his revelry. “Your daughter wore a really...um...pretty dress at dinner in the hotel the other night.”
The very blonde–haired girl, who wasn't wearing panties when she shamelessly flashed her bald pussy in the restaurant and seductively smiled from the elevator while her father daringly fondled her nipples under the front of her blouse, grinned at him cheerfully.
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