The question isn't who will let you; it's who will stop me. ––– Ayn Rand
Part 6
Calvin walked back to his stateroom the next morning through a crowd of other passengers moving toward the boarding area to disembark at the cruise's first island stop. He didn't think too much about it since he and Joyce had no intention of getting off at that point anyway. When he entered his stateroom, he wasn't surprised it was empty and untouched from the evening before.
Clearly, neither Joyce nor Skylar had returned from their overnight trysts yet. Despite cumming twice earlier that morning in both Lucy and Beth's cunts, his cock stiffened slightly in the shower anticipating what his wife and granddaughter would tell him later about everything they did with their overnight playmates in the same explicit details he would tell them about his. They used their various sexual experiences to test the limits of debauchery together or individually at every opportunity but always shared the details with vivid descriptions or physical demonstrations or, most often, both.
After drying off, Calvin stepped out on the balcony still naked. He was high enough up on the ship he doubted anyone from the dock below could see him and frankly didn't really care if they did. After a minute or so of watching the scurrying crowd, he sat in one of the deck chairs to take in a little sun. Almost immediately, he heard a chair on the right scuffle on the deck.
“Hi there,” he said softly and moved his chair as close as he could to the privacy barrier, “it's Calvin.”
“Oh hi, Calvin. How are you today?” a young girl asked in enthusiastic response, causing his dick to stiffen, “it's Karla.”
“I'm just fine, little girl,” he answered, picturing the nine–year–old the way she quivered and moaned her climax on his throbbing cock the day before. “Are you out here all by yourself?”
“Yeah, I'm just watching Mommy and Daddy and my sister on the bed inside the room since it was my turn first today. Daddy's cum is still leaking out of me now,” she giggled conspiratorially, “you know, the same way yours did yesterday.”
“Oh yes, I do know. That was very sexy and I liked it a lot,” Calvin murmured, stroking himself a little faster as the first tingling of an impending climax stirred deep in his balls. “I hope we can do it again real soon.”
“Me too. Mommy said you're going to find some others for us to play with too,” she answered, her voice getting a little husky. “It makes my pussy tickle thinking about playing with others like we did with you and Joyce and Skylar.”
“We already found some we hope you and your parents and sister will meet later today.”
“Oh goodie,” the nine–year–old exclaimed gleefully, “just thinking about that makes the tingling between my legs even stronger.”
“So tell me what your parents and sister and you are doing,” Calvin suggested as the first drop of his precum bubbled to the tip of his dick. “My cock is hard thinking about all we already did, will do together in the future and seeing my cum leaking out of your pussy again.”
“Daddy's cum is leaking out of me now and I'm touching myself the way Mommy showed me and my sister when we want to make ourselves feel good,” Karla went on, her breathing becoming a little more ragged. “The three of them are on the bed and Ursula is bouncing up and down on Daddy while Mommy is rubbing her pussy on his face.”
“That's very hot,” Calvin moaned as he stroked himself a little faster. “Did your Mommy or Daddy make you feel real good already?”
“Only once so far and I'm ready to do it again right now,” she replied in the whiny little girl voice he could never resist with Karen or Skylar. “Would you help me feel good?”
“Do you mean talk to you while you touch yourself and I play with myself?” he gasped.
“If you want but I would rather be there with you,” the nine–year–old answered brazenly, causing another drop of his precum to smear Calvin's fingers, “so you can touch me everywhere you want with your fingers and tongue...and...and...put you big cock all the way inside me again.”
“What would your mother or father say about doing that alone with me?” Calvin barely managed to choke out.
“Mommy already said me and my sister can play with you and Joyce and Skylar anytime we want as long as we tell her where we are going first,” Karla replied quickly and giggled, “so I'll be right there.”
Calvin heard the other chair scrape against the deck followed a few seconds later by some conversation he couldn't make out. Since he didn't hear any screaming or yelling, he walked toward the door to the stateroom, hearing a low knock before he even reached it.
As soon as he opened the door, Karla ducked inside and turned to smile at him. She was barefoot and wearing what looked like one of her father's t–shirts that barely reached below the lower curve of her firm ass. Before Calvin could say a word, the nine–year–old raised her arms above her head and grinned helplessly, the universal sign she wanted him to pull the shirt over her head.
Calvin smiled back at her and slowly pulled the t–shirt up, taking his time to savor seeing her lithe naked body as it came into view a little bit at a time. As soon as it was off completely, he tossed it aside and opened his arms.
Karla stepped closer to him, throwing her arms around his neck as he crushed his stiff dick against her chest, pulling her tight with a hand on each of her soft ass cheeks. After inhaling her little girl smell and the shampoo or soap with which her mother last bathed her, Calvin scooped her up and carried her to the queen–sized bed. When he gently placed her down, Karla unhesitatingly spread her thighs wide apart as some lingering remnants of her father's spent sperm seeped from her yawning entry hole.
“Make me feel good with your tongue first,” the nine–year–old moaned softly, “and then I'll make you feel good any way you want.”
Calvin pushed her a little further on to the bed and climbed between her bent knees. For a moment he just drank in the aroma and sight of the aroused preteen girl's smooth puffy pussy before picking up her right foot and sucking each toe into his mouth in turn.
“First, I want to watch you touch yourself and make yourself feel good the way your Mommy showed you,” he murmured before licking the bottom of her right foot, “while I lick you all over.”
Calvin's dick throbbed and a few drops of precum fell to the sheet when the preteen girl grinned brightly and promptly slipped her hand between her legs. She rather theatrically split her tight slit with a fingertip, dragging it the entire length of her pussy until she landed on her tiny clit and moaned lowly.
“Yes, little girl, just like that,” Calvin sighed as he sucked her toes on her left foot and reached up to thumb her hard ball–bearing–sized nipples, “keep playing with yourself for me.”
For the next few moments, he licked up the inside of both her legs, stopping just short of her pussy as the nine–year–old rubbed her clit harder and faster. Then he hovered over her, her finger sometimes grazing the tip of his cock as she thrashed and fingered herself. He circled her right ear lobe with the tip of his tongue before licking her neck on the way to her hard little nipples.
As he flicked his tongue over both her nipples, Karla reached out with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing head of his dick while continuing to vigorously finger herself. Ever so slowly, he licked the rest of the way down her young body until his chin brushed across her smooth protruding mound and against her finger.
“Please, Daddy...please...I need...oh Daddy...,” Karla moaned huskily, lost in an increasingly lustful haze with her eyes closed and her finger rubbing her inflamed clit as fast as she could go.
Calvin realized he wasn't going to last much longer before his cum erupted from his throbbing dick. He gently moved her finger to the side and slowly licked the flailing girl's pussy slit from her asshole to her clit a half–dozen times. By the third, she was thrashing about wildly and groaning loudly as her pussy juices and the musky taste of her sex, mixed with the drying remnants of her father's spent sperm, coated his tongue.
When her face flushed and her back arched off the bed, he slipped his dick into her dripping entry hole. She was so wet he met practically no resistance as he slid all the way inside her with a single gentle push.
Karla let out an even louder scream and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cum erupted deep inside her on his fourth thrust but he kept pumping her tight cunt canal until she finally slumped back and his deflating dick slipped out of her. For a few moments, they simply lay with their arms and legs entwined until their hearts stopped racing and their breathing returned to normal.
“I'm not going to tell Mommy or Ursula how good you make me feel,” Karla smiled, sitting up and scooping up some of his jism oozing from her cunt with two fingers and tasting it with the tip of her tongue, “or else they'll make me wait in line before I get another turn to feel your cock filling me with your creamy cum.”
Calvin was still tickling the giggling little girl when Joyce and Skylar entered the stateroom a few minutes later.
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Joyce and Skylar were not in the least bit concerned to find nine–year–old Karla in their bed with Calvin when they walked into the stateroom.
They unselfconsciously stripped naked and made entries into their digital journals for Karen's benefit when they got home before taking a shower. After they got themselves more presentable, they asked Karla's parents and sister to join them as they outlined their escapades and shared the information with them as well.
Most immediately, Henry had invited all of them to have dinner at the Captain's Table that night. Joyce pointed out she'd been told the dress code for the dinner was quite casual, just a fashionable dress for the girls while decent trousers with a buttoned, collared shirt were sufficient for the guys. She did mention she and Skylar wouldn't wear anything under their dresses, offhandedly suggesting Marta and her girls do the same given what she expected to happen later that evening.
While nothing had specifically been said the night before to Joyce, she strongly suspected Captain Henry and any other members of his crew that would be present had every intention of testing the sexual proclivities, interests and intentions of all the guests, especially the youngest boys and girls. With a few exceptions, such as activities that caused injury or severe pain, none of the adults or kids had a problem with the situation as they understood it. If something changed, then they would be open to the appropriate changes in behavior as needed.
Once all that was decided, the families returned to their own staterooms to prepare for dinner and get a little rest for what everyone hoped would be a long and exceptionally active evening of sex in every possible combination and variation they knew and hopefully a few they had yet to hear about or try.
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A statuesque blonde with impressive tits that seemed determined to jump out of the top of her practically painted–on dress greeted them at the entrance to the high–end restaurant. She smiled knowingly as she led them to the private room that functioned as the Captain's Table. As Calvin watched her ass sway provocatively under her short tight dress with no visible panty line that ended at the bottom curve of her ass, Calvin wondered if she too had the Captain's mark branded above her most likely smoothly–shaved pussy. He certainly could detect no sign of it on her ass through the clinging fabric and she didn't look like a member of Henry or Cole's family in any case.
As she stood aside holding open the door to the private room, she smiled wanly looking at the bulge in Calvin's trousers. He wondered what the etiquette might be to inquire if that young woman was available and willing to play with him and Joyce and Skylar.
The Captain's Table was a round affair large enough to easily seat a couple of dozen people. A quick count told Calvin it was set for sixteen that evening, meaning at least four or five others he hadn't yet met were going to join them for dinner and hopefully quite a bit more.
Henry, Cole and Beth stood on the far side of the table talking to a tall, stunning woman with caramel–colored skin and shiny bald head wearing a shimmering dress that also ended just below the lower curve of her ass cheeks while clinging to every contour of her toned body. It didn't quite cover the very upper edges of the dark brown areolas atop her softball–sized tits. Henry wore his formal uniform while Cole was casually dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. Beth, on the other hand, wore a dress so sheer the rings piercing her nipples and clit hood glimmered through the fabric. A quick glance told Calvin that Arne's dick was swelling right along with his as they approached.
“Welcome, welcome,” Henry called out warmly, giving Calvin, Joyce and Skylark a tight hug before Joyce introduced Arne, Marta and their young daughters.
After Joyce made those introductions, Henry took the striking woman's elbow and led her closer.
“This is Caitlin,” he told them as his hand gently squeezed the top of her firm round ass, “my assistant and close personal companion.”
Caitlin smiled warmly as she acknowledged them then opened her arms for Skylar. Calvin's granddaughter immediately stepped into the woman's embrace, holding the hug as Caitlin casually brushed her hand under the eight–year–old's dress to openly fondle her bare ass cheeks.
“I didn't know it was you and your grandparents Henry was talking about when he mentioned dinner guests this evening,” Caitlin practically purred before leaning forward and giving Skylar a tender kiss on the lips. “I had so much fun with you last night and was hoping we'd get to play again soon.”
“Me too,” Skylar grinned happily, “and I haven't had a chance yet to tell Nana how good you lick pussy. I guess you're just going to have to show her yourself.”
“I think we'll have to show each other,” Caitlin laughed, stepping back from Skylar and smiling, at Joyce, “since you made your grandmother sound like the best pussy licker in the whole world.”
With that, they laughed heartily and Caitlin turned her attention to the rest of them while continuing to hold Skylar's hand. A moment later, the statuesque blonde ushered a woman and two young boys into the room and Henry introduced them as Gina and her preteen sons, Colin and Kurt.
Calvin's cock twitched again seeing them and the predatory way Joyce instantly began stripping both young boys were her eyes. He knew she would happily do so with her hands at the first opportunity and Calvin knew that was undoubtedly bound to happen at some point that evening.
When Henry asked who wanted what to drink, a young topless woman wearing only a minuscule patch of fabric that barely covered her protruding mound and a hung guy in something like a silken mesh jock–strap took their orders. Henry, Beth and Cole all casually pawed at the guy or woman when they came close but Calvin refrained when the girl took his order, not sure what the protocols were with the serving staff at the Captain's Table.
“Don't be shy, you can fondle either one of them any way you want,” Cole answered Calvin's unasked question a few moments later by whispering in his ear while giving his ass a gentle swat. “Both give excellent blow jobs and are outstanding fucks or else they wouldn't be in Henry's service. All you have to do is ask...or even hint just a little.”
“Really? Right here in this dining room?” Calvin asked, not at all sure Cole wasn't putting him on.
“Watch,” was all Cole replied.
A few minutes later, the guy and girl returned with their drinks. The guy happened to have Cole's on his tray and when he offered the tray, Cole took it from his hands and flicked his eyes downward. The guy only hesitated a second before bending at the waist to unzip Cole's trousers, pull out his half–hard dick and take almost all of it into his mouth.
Calvin heard a few gasps and whispers coming from the direction of Arne and Gina's families but no one objected. When the girl offered Calvin the tray with his drink, she flicked her eyes toward the guy sucking Cole and smiled weakly.
“Now, Julia, I know how much you lust after much older men and our experienced cock and tongues and fingers,” Henry said to the girl, caressing her pussy slit through her bikini between her legs from behind, “but you'll just have to wait so dinner doesn't get cold.”
The girl pushed her ass back against his hand a little and smiled brightly at Calvin without a word before delivering the remainder of the drinks. Henry watched her go before patting the bulge in Calvin's slacks.
“She's almost as insatiable and indefatigable as my daughter,” Henry grinned at Calvin before calling out for everyone to take their seats at the table, “so don't forget to take one of those pills I'll have available for the guys after dinner. We're all going to need them.”
There were name placards at each seat so Calvin found himself sitting between Caitlin on his left and Karla on his right. Calvin figured Skylar told Henry about Arne and Marta and the girls the night before for their names to be in place. Joyce was almost directly across from him between Gina's preteen boys and Calvin knew his wife's panties would be soaked and the boys' pants stained with precum at the very least before the dinner was over.
As they were taking their seats, Shiv came rushing into the room followed by a young dark–skinned boy who turned out to be Caitlin's son. Shiv grinned sheepishly and wiped her lips with the back of her hand before taking her seat between Arne and Kurt. When the boy stopped to give Caitlin a quick kiss on her cheek, Calvin saw his zipper was only pulled halfway up.
“Good–looking boy,” Calvin said to Caitlin noncommittally, hoping she might share some information about her son with him.
“Yeah, he's really a good kid but growing up so fast,” Caitlin smiled, turning toward Calvin so quickly her right tit almost popped out of her dress. “Puberty is both a blessing and a curse for kids at his age. I think you'll find out soon enough with Skylar.”
“Oh, we know full well,” Calvin chuckled and tried not to jump when Karla started fondling the bulge in his pants from his other side. “If anything, her mother was more of a handful than Skylar will ever be.”
Before Caitlin could reply, Julia stepped between them to serve the first course. Caitlin smiled up at the young woman and nonchalantly stroked the inside of the girl's left thigh to flick a fingertip over her pussy slit through the bikini bottom.
Julia stood still and turned her head to smile down at Calvin. When he tentatively slid his hand up the inside of her right thigh, her smile brightened and she spread her legs enough for his fingers to press against the warm damp gusset of her bikini that morphed into a single thin string disappearing between her ass cheeks. After a moment, she stepped back to continue her duties.
“She likes older men even more than me,” Caitlin chuckled and reached over to find Karla's hand already on the bulge in Calvin's trousers, “and I see we're not the only ones.”
The rest of the meal went by quickly, with Calvin emboldened to fondle Julia more openly and intimately with every course. Caitlin simply grinned whenever she saw him touch Julia or their hands touched near the girl's increasingly warm and moist bikini bottom. They were hardly the only ones fondling her and Jason at every opportunity.
Throughout the meal, Caitlin didn't hesitate to tell Calvin about what she expected to happen after dinner or what would go on throughout some areas of the ship after they docked at the private island the next day. She even caused Calvin's cock to harden a bit more, telling him in explicit detail all the ways she and Henry and her twelve–year–old son played with Skylar the night before. All the while, Karla kept caressing his cock after successfully unzipping his pants under the table.
“I'm not sure I admire or regret your restraint,” Caitlin grinned at him as she pulled her left hand from inside the front of Julia's bikini and sniffed her fingers after the girl served them dessert, “since I expected you to start fingering me and Julia or that little girl who's been feeling you up all night after the second or third course. Then again, I'm a lot more patient than either of them and the night has barely started.”
She leaned over, stabbed her tongue into his left ear and brushed Karla's hand away to squeeze his dick. Then she pushed back from the table and went to stand near Henry.
“Don't forget to take at least one of those little blue pills on the way out of here, two would be better,” Julia whispered softly, her first words to Calvin all night, her erect pink right nipple grazing across his ear after she cleared the table in front of him.
“Attention everyone, if you please,” Henry smiled brightly while tapping his wine glass with a spoon, “it's time we get down to the real reason we are all on this ship and here this evening.”
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