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

For a moment, Calvin was so stunned he simply sat there staring at the smiling young girl with his mouth open. His little head quickly took over, throbbing in his swimsuit so sharply it brought him back to awareness.

“Well, hello to you too,” he finally managed to mumble, shifting his hips, unsure if he wanted her to notice the growing bulge between his legs despite the jock strap. “It's very nice to...um...see you again.”

As he spoke, his eyes quickly roamed over the preteen's lithe tanned body, her barely blooming nipples straining against her tiny tight top. Her pronounced mons pushed out against her minuscule bikini bottom with her tight slit beginning to suck in the flimsy fabric.

“Is your daughter here too?” she asked, looking around before unabashedly returning her gaze to Calvin's crotch. “I bet her swimsuit is at least as pretty as her dress from the other night.”

“Actually, she's my granddaughter and she told me later she really liked the way you...er... dressed too. So did my wife and I,” Calvin went on causing the girl to blush slightly as her smile brightened. “I'm Calvin, by the way, and my granddaughter is Skylar.”

“My name is Siobhan but everybody calls me Shiv,” the girl said cheerfully, her eyes shamelessly focused on the hump in his crotch. “You don't look old enough to be a Grandpa. Both of mine have all white hair just...uh...everywhere they have any.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment,” Calvin laughed as his eyes continued to flick from her pea–sized nipples to her protruding pussy. “Skylar is eight. How old are you?”

“I'm ten and will be eleven in November,” she said while shuffling a little closer. “My Mommy, Daddy and me are taking this cruise before school starts. This is our third time and we always have a really good time after meeting lots of new friends.”

“My wife and I are doing pretty much the same thing with Skylar,” Calvin responded, his mind racing for what else he could say to keep Shiv's attention and perhaps learn more about her parents “How do you like being on this ship? I spent a lot of time on big ships when I was in the Navy but none with a pool or as nice as this.”

“Oh, it's OK so far I guess,” she replied somewhat dejectedly. “Daddy said we would meet all kinds of new...um..friends again this time here but no one so far.”

“Well, the trip is just beginning,” Calvin murmured, biting the inside of his lip and shifting his hips for fear of moaning and starting a wet spot on the front of his board shorts at what the preteen intimated.

“That's what Daddy said,” her smile noticeably brightening, “when he reminded me about all the fun Mommy and me and him had the last two times.”

Those comments, combined with her quite revealing bikini and suggestive actions at the restaurant, told Calvin this might be the opening he and Joyce needed to identify others who shared their perverse interests in young boys and girls. That forbidden door seemingly cracked open a bit wider a few moments later.

“Now Shiv, you shouldn't just start bothering strangers at random,” the man who slipped his hand down the front of Shiv's blouse in the elevator said, coming up behind her and again putting his arms over her shoulders from behind, his hands offhandedly grazing across her budding nipples as he pulled her close.

“He's not a stranger, Daddy. He's Calvin. We saw him and his granddaughter in the restaurant the other night, you know, the girl with the pretty...um...dress Mommy pointed out to us.”

“Oh yes, I remember now,” the guy smiled cheerfully, stepping around his daughter to offer Calvin his right hand. “I think your Mom saw her better but I had a short glimpse at the elevator. I'm Cole, by the way.”

“Calvin,” he replied automatically, shaking the other man's hand and getting a good look at him for the first time. “My wife Joyce is around here somewhere and the girl you saw with us is our granddaughter, Skylar.”

Cole was wearing a flesh–colored body–hugging square–cut swimsuit that reached a short way down his thighs and left nothing to the imagination about the shape and size of his deflated cock. He appeared to be in his early to mid–thirties, with shaggy brown hair and a trim body that indicated he worked out regularly. Calvin did a double–take when he saw the silver ring dangling from Cole's left nipple. A tattoo that appeared to be two capital C's, one reversed to face the other separated with a small double bar, was on the underside of his right forearm.

“Well, from what little I saw so far, you have a very attractive little girl,” Cole continued making no effort to conceal the way he was appraising Calvin's body, “and it's hard to believe you're a grandfather.”

“Thanks and you have a quite beautiful daughter yourself,” Calvin offered with a lecherous look at Shiv, “from everything I've seen of her...um...up to now.”

About that time, Joyce returned with three cold drinks. Her eyes lit up and her nipples clearly stiffened when Calvin introduced Shiv as the girl in the restaurant and Cole as her father. Calvin was positive there already was the start of a small wet spot in her red bikini bottom. At the same time, Cole made no effort at all to disguise the way he openly leered at Joyce in her least revealing bikini.

They chatted amicably for a few minutes during which time Cole informed them his wife was the ship Captain's daughter and she was sharing a few private minutes with him before he went on duty. When Joyce realized the ice in Skylar's drink was rapidly melting, she asked Shiv to go with her to find her granddaughter, pointedly giving Calvin and Cole some time to talk alone. Cole sat on the chaise next to Calvin facing him with his elbows resting on his widely–spread knees.

“Quite the awesome view around here isn't it?” he commented as his head slowly swiveled, gazing at the nearly naked bodies of girls and boys, women and men lounging in the sun or splashing in the pool. “I love seeing all this luscious eye candy in the same place at the same time.”

“Yeah, from just looking around, this cruise is shaping up to be all the three of us hoped for,” Calvin answered, his dick twitching when he saw how much more defined Cole's cock had become in his skin–tight swimsuit.

“How did you happen to settle on this cruise?” Cole asked, nonchalantly brushing a fingertip the length of his clearly swelling dick. “This is hardly the biggest cruise ship or the one with the most up–to–date facilities.”

“We were looking for something affordable with plenty of amenities for Skylar as well as adult entertainment for my wife and I,” Calvin grinned, turning to face Cole directly and stared at his hand idly touching his cock.

“This ship certainly does offer lots of...um...opportunities of that sort...for everyone,” Cole said casually while gently pulling on the ring dangling from his left nipple. “We took our first cruise after Beth's father took over as captain and told us some quite intriguing stories. We just had to see for ourselves. He was more than right and we're now back for the third time.”

“Then perhaps you'll have some time to show us the ropes,” Calvin managed to say without choking, “and your daughter could do the same with Skylar. We want to be sure to try everything of interest and don't miss out on anything the ship has to offer.”

For a long moment, Cole just looked at Calvin thoughtfully. Then he shifted his right hand to squeeze the bulging tip of his cock in two fingers.

“They say it's going to be sunny all week but I think we might get soaked later today,” Cole said robotically with his eyes locked on Calvin's.

Calvin was so surprised he hesitated a few seconds before giving the required reply posted on the dark web site that was the first part of the code phrase enabling perverse couples willing to share their kids to recognize one another.

“I agree with you. I can feel the change coming deep in my bone,” Calvin murmured the prescribed response lowly to unnecessarily keep others nearby from hearing while openly cupping his cock and balls for Cole to see.

“We all feel the same way from time to time and discovered the perfect remedy for that problem. It's so easy even my ten–year–old daughter has become quite adept at it,” Cole answered, his smile of recognition growing on his face.

“I think I'd like to give that a try. If she's willing to give me a hand, we'll all be more than pleased to reciprocate in every way you or she may want,” Calvin concluded his part of the coded phrase and grinned back at Cole.

“I have no doubt she will enthusiastically, as will my wife and I, for all of you at the first opportunity,” Cole finished as a small wet spot blossomed from the tip of his dick.

“We must visit some of the same websites.”

“I probably own the one you're referring to,” Cole grinned, “and Beth will be as happy as Shiv to know we hooked up so early in the cruise.”

“Are we the first?” Cole asked as his excitement and arousal grew.

“Actually, you're the second new ones we identified so far, but I'm sure there are so many more we'll never get to know them all. There certainly were on the last two cruises,” he grinned wickedly as Calvin's dick throbbed. “My wife got lucky meeting the wife of a thirty–ish couple with a nine–year–old boy and eight–year–old girl at the restaurant's ladies' room. Do I even have to ask if you and Joyce and Skylar are interested in joining us and meeting them this evening in our stateroom?”

“I think I can safely say without qualification my wife and granddaughter will be as pleased and eager as I am to join all of you and meet the others.”

“Then we have a date I'm sure we all will enjoy in every way possible,” Cole grinned impishly, got to his feet and adjusted his stiff dick in his swimsuit so it wasn't quite so obvious. “Let's say 8:00 tonight at our stateroom, the door on the port side at the bow end of the hall on Deck 8. Just so you know, wearing street clothes isn't an option in our suite once all the guests arrive. So wear something that comes off easily and covers you just enough to walk there through a crowded deck or hallway without getting arrested if such a thing was even possible on this ship.”

•••••

Soon after Cole left, Joyce and Skylar returned with the eight–old chattering about visiting Shiv and her parents. Apparently, the ten–year–old told them her father would probably invite the three of them to their suite that evening and was pretty explicit about what she expected to happen when they got there.

“I need to cum on your cock right fucking now,” Joyce urgently whispered in Calvin's ear as she openly caressed his stiffening cock through his swimsuit, “and if everything Shiv told us is even half–correct, no one cares if we do it right in front of everyone at the other pool after we visit the private island. I fully intended to find out if you and Skylar are as big an exhibitionist as me then.”

“I think we best go to our stateroom at this point,” Calvin gasped, taking all of his willpower to keep from fingering his wife's pussy right then through the growing wet spot in her bikini bottom.

Skylar immediately stripped off her bikini and threw herself on the bed on her back with her legs spread wide when they got to their stateroom. Joyce didn't hesitate to bury her face in the eight–year–old's smooth pussy, splitting her granddaughter's tight slit with the tip of her tongue. Calvin pulled down Joyce's bikini bottom, stopped for a few seconds to rim his wife's asshole then slid his cock into her cunt and circled her tight sphincter with his thumb as he pounded her hard and fast just the way she wanted and needed.

None of them noticed or really cared that the balcony door was halfway open when they screeched their orgasms one after another. They were lying in a tangle of arms and legs still enjoying the afterglow of their satisfying climaxes when they heard some loud moans coming from the balcony.

The three of them went outside to hear a young girl from the balcony on the right moaning her pleasure while a guy noisily pumped his cock in and out of her young cunt. Skylar grinned at her grandfather and bent over with her hands on the railing. He slowly slid his stiffening cock into her, picking up the pace when the girl next door yelled out she was cumming. Joyce sat in one of the chairs and busily fingered her cunt entry with three fingers of one hand while rubbing her clit with two from the other as she watched and listened.

“Now me, Daddy,” a second, younger–sounding girl said loud enough Skylar and Calvin could clearly hear.

A moment later, the younger girl let out a moan as her father's balls loudly slapped against her pussy again and again.

“Cum in me, Poppy,” Skylar told him looking back over her shoulder, deliberately loud enough for their neighbors to hear.

For a few moments, the only noise was the squishy sounds of hard cocks or fingers ramming in and out of tight wet cunts. The girl next door gasped just seconds before Skylar, obviously feeling the warm cum gushing into each of them and setting off their own climaxes.

“How old is she?” a breathy female voice asked lowly from the other side of the privacy screen on the right after Skylar stopped shrieking and slumped back against Calvin.

“Eight,” Joyce answered for them huskily, “and yours?”

“The perfect age,” the other replied with a hitch in her voice and squelching sounds indicating she was fingering herself and close to cumming, “mine are nine and seven.”

“Hmm, such sweet ages,” Calvin murmured lowly, “and so...er...adaptable too.”

“Does your little girl taste like her mother yet?” the other woman asked. “My bro...er...husband says our girls' pussies aren't quite as flavorful as mine or other grown women yet.”

“I can definitely say not yet,” Joyce responded after a moment's hesitation, “since Skylar is my granddaughter and I've been licking her and her mother's pussies since both of their births.”

“And I agree fully since I've done the same,” Calvin chimed in, smiling knowingly at Joyce.

“Oh god, that's so hot,” the other woman groaned. “I miss the feel of my Mommy's tongue and Daddy's dick.”

“My Nana and Poppy will be glad to lick your pussy if you would like and I will too,” Skylar added loudly, grinning gleefully at Poppy with his half–hard dick in her right hand. “We'll all lick both your little girls and suck their Daddy's cock too. Why don't you come over to our room?”

“Oh fuck...fuck...fuck,” the woman mumbled, her garbled scream indicating she had just cum on her own hand before she fell silent.

“Give us a few minutes,” the man's voice said softly after a minute or so.

Skylar grinned gleefully as the three of them walked back into the stateroom. Joyce straightened the bed while Calvin went into the bathroom and gulped down one of his little blue pills. When they heard a soft knock on the door about five minutes later, Skylar rushed to open it, not at all concerned that she was totally naked as a steady stream of people passed by in the always busy hallway.

As soon as she opened the door, two little girls rushed into the room, followed by a slightly built woman and a short lithe man with loosely cropped brown hair. For a moment, they simply stood looking at the naked Calvin and Joyce standing near the king–size bed.

“Come in, come in,” Joyce finally said cheerfully, stepping closer to give all four of them a warm hug and pressing her soft tits with stiff nipples against the man and woman. “I'm Joyce, this is my husband Calvin and our granddaughter Skylar. We're very excited about meeting others who share our particular interests.”

“I'm Arne,” the man said tentatively as Skylar brushed past him to stand in front of the little girls, “my sis...er...wife, Marta and our daughters, Karla and Ursula.”

As he spoke, Skylar and the two girls started giggling. Then Karla and Ursula pulled their sundresses over their heads to stand naked in front of everyone. Marta looked at Arne questioningly before dropping her dress as well when he nodded his head and pulled off his shorts and t–shirt.

Calvin let out a low gasp as he took in the naked family, his cock slowly stiffening in response to them and the pill taking effect. Skylar took both girls' hands and pulled them in front of Calvin while grinning impishly.

“My Poppy has a beautiful cock, don't you think?” she asked as she reached over and swirled the head in two fingers. “You can touch him too if you want, can't they Poppy?”

“Yes you can, girls,” Marta said, coming up behind them and brushing her hand across both of her daughters' firm asses, “the same way that Daddy likes so much with your hands and lips and tongues. After all, meeting and playing with new and different people, kids and grown–ups alike, is why we are on this cruise.”

Calvin took a step back and sat on the bed with his knees spread wide apart and his arms extended. The little girls giggled again and stepped into his grasp. His hands brushed down their backs and across their firm asses as the girls both reached for his stiffening dick.

After closing his eyes for a few seconds at that first touch, Calvin looked up. Joyce was still standing next to Arne stroking his rigid dick as he sucked her right tit and fingered her pussy. When Skylar sat down next to him, Marta dove between the eight–year–old's legs to lick her smooth pussy.

Moans, groans and the musky fragrance of sex quickly filled the room. As the girls fondled him, Calvin languidly brushed his hands over their petite bodies, reveling in the feel of their soft smooth skin and the occasional giggle or groan when he touched an especially sensitive spot.

He thumbed both of their left nipples, feeling them harden into tiny ball–bearing–like nubs. Both girls sighed when he repeated those touches on their right ones. He leaned forward to bury his face in the younger one's neck first and then did the same to her older sister, deeply inhaling that unmistakable little girl aroma mixed with whatever soap their mother used for their baths.

His dick throbbed and twitched in the girls' hands with some of his precum coating his shaft and their tiny fingers. He kissed the side of each one's neck in turn then swirled the tip of his tongue around an earlobe before licking down their chests to gently suck each of their nipples. Both girls squirmed and moaned the longer his tongue flicked over their nipples. When he finally dragged a hand up the inside of both of their thin thighs and brushed a fingertip over their hairless mounds, both instinctively spread their legs to give his fingertips easy access to their surprisingly moist and sticky pussy slits.

“I hope you don't mind that they might still be leaking some of Arne's cum,” Marta told Calvin, looking up from between Skylar's thighs. “He climaxed in both of them hoping you would hear us again and I didn't have a chance to wash them out.”

“For me, that just adds to the already luscious flavor of such young sweet pussies,” Calvin told their mother as his dick throbbed.

“Would you like a taste of our pussies and Daddy's cum?” the younger girl asked expectantly while her sister licked another drop of precum from Calvin's cock. “We both start to tingle all over real fast when someone licks us down there.”

Their mother just smiled wanly and went back to licking an already quivering Skylar.

“Climb up here and scoot together on your backs,” he told the seven–and nine–year–olds.

He didn't have to tell them to spread their legs wide apart.

For a moment he just hovered over them, drinking in the sight of their succulent prepubescent pussies, their slightly gaping slits glistening with the combination of their own musky juices and their father's still–drying sperm. His dick dripped precum steadily as he leaned in closer, inhaling the pungent fragrance of each girl's cunt mixed with just enough of a faint hint of piss that he knew neither one took particular care wiping herself dry.

His cock throbbed and he could wait no longer.

He dipped his head until the tip of his tongue could just reach seven–year–old Ursula's tight slit. This time the little girl didn't giggle. She let out a soft moan, grabbed his hair and pushed her hips into his face.

After circling her tight puckered asshole, he slowly licked his way up with her slit blossoming open around the tip of his tongue. The alkaline taste of her father's spent sperm was most intense when he probed a half–inch or so deep into her pulsing cunt entry and that of her piss stronger still before he reached the hard nub of her developing clit.

Her entire body quivered and her breathing became labored as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. He waited until she was flailing uncontrollably before lifting his head, slipping a finger as deep as he could go into her warm moist cunt canal while rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb.

She shrieked and thrashed for a short time before slumping back with her eyes closed. Calvin sat back, his already aching dick twitching so hard a few drops of his precum flicked to the side when the nine–year–old sat up and spoke before ramming her tongue into his mouth.

“Do the same thing to me but when I start to cum, slide your cock into me and fill me with your creamy cum...just like my Daddy does.”

Calvin didn't hesitate, pushing her on her back and burying his face in her warm wet pussy. She clamped her legs around his head and screamed a climax almost immediately, thrashing wildly as his finger found her entry hole and easily slipped inside her to his second knuckle.

He sat back again on his heels, pumping the finger in and out of the little girl's cunt, unsure about actually sliding his dick into her. A hand slipped around him from behind and stroked his already sensitive dick.

“You can fuck her if you want,” Marta, the girls' self–effacing mother whispered in his ear as his impending climax built deep in his balls. “I want to watch your hard cock push into them and your warm cum ooze out of both of their cunts. So does my bro...er...their father and we will lick and suck your cock clean and hard so you can fuck either or both of us next.”

Calvin pushed the nine–year–old's ankles up on to his shoulders and slowly pushed his throbbing dick into her until he could go no deeper. As he began to pump in and out of that tight canal, the girl's mother crawled beside them and rubbed her daughter's clit hard and fast with one hand and her own with the other.

Nine–year–old Karla shrieked another orgasm within seconds, her cunt canal clenching Calvin's cock tightly as she sucked his cum into her. When he finally pulled his still–stiff dick out of the prepubescent girl's pulsing tunnel, her mother pounced, sucking his cock deep into her throat and sliding two fingers into his asshole.

While he wasn't ready to cum again for a while, Calvin's cock remained rock–hard due to the pills. He easily flipped the small woman on to her hands and knees in front of him.

“Ass or pussy?” he asked while rubbing the tip up and down in her dripping slit.

She looked back over her shoulder and grinned lustily before reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wide apart.

“Start with my cunt,” she groaned and lowered her head to the sheets, “then go back and forth until you cum in one or both of them.”