Pirate Krewe Landing Party (Mg Pedo)

So my job has me travelling a lot, but not short trips here and
there. I'm a company consultant that travels around spending
three or four weeks at each of our ten major office locations.
Obviously this makes building a family nearly impossible. It can
get lonely too but there are always things to do in most of our
cities and I've made some awesome friendships with some of the
administration. Mostly they befriend me because I carry a lot of
power in the company. If I don't give my stamp of approval on
their operations there is likely to be heads rolling. The result
is that I make out pretty good on the road.

One such trip was to our Key West office in Florida This is a
great places to visit during college spring break season with hot
bikinis on the beaches in the day and streets and clubs at night.
There are also several times a year when some really wild street
parties take place. This is not a community that is afraid of a
little nudity. Sadly I missed each of these windows of
opportunity arriving several weeks after spring break. Darrin,
the office operations manager is a pretty cool guy (though a bit
on the nerdy side as well). He usually takes good care of me so I
was looking forward to see what he had up his sleeve for this
trip. Hopefully more than a strip joint like most managers fall
back to.

Near the end of the first day Darrin stepped into my office and
gently shut my door. He was pretty nervous so I was anxious to
hear his plan. Strangely he started telling me about this club he
belongs to. A small group of folks who get together and dress up
like Pirates. Their club name is the Key Lime Krewe (or simply
KLK) and they get together often. They even have a parade float
that they maintain year round and use for both private parties
and public events like car lot extravaganzas or business
openings. This Friday the Krewe was having a Landing Party (with
their Pirate ship float) on a private beach owned by one of the
members and he invited me to attend. I have to admit this was one
of the strangest things I've ever been invited to. I knew Darrin
was a bit nerdy, but playing dress up? As pirates? Apparently
Darrin anticipated my trepidation and intervened before I could
bow out. Shoving his smart phone in my direction he encouraged me
to flip through a few photos of previous parties.

The first few were pretty tame; costumes that looked like the set
of any over the top Pirate movie. If pirate movies included
backyard bar-b-ques that is. I had to admit the costumes were
well done and several of the ladies looked pretty hot. Though, it
was also obvious that many were moms as there were several young
children around, dressed in costume as well. As I got deeper into
the pics they got more interesting. Each photo you could see the
pirates were getting more and more drunk. I also noticed that the
children were missing as the night got late and the party
advanced. Then one picture showed Darrin behind this hot woman.
He had pulled her blouse down exposing amazing tits and was
cupping then for the camera. He told me that was his wife Siren
(well, her real name is Serena but when in character she's
Siren). She was the subject of several photos and nearly all
showed her kissing or being groped by other pirates; male and
female. And with each photo the pirates were less dressed. One
wide shot looked like the party was just about to break into a
full on orgy. I'm sure he wondered if I would laugh in his face
or accept his invitation. The hardness in my slacks made the
decision for me.

"So, I'm about the same size as you Darrin, would you have a
costume I could wear?"

I arrived at eight feeling ridiculous in my costume; knee high
boots, a thick black belt, and a shirt with the puffiest arms
I've ever seen. A red and black sash with pirate symbols matched
the bandana I wore as a skull cap. I felt even more silly
following what looked like a treasure map leading me to the
party. Feeling silly soon left as I rounded the final walkway
around a cracker-style house and emerged into a different world
all together. The decor, furniture and people were seriously
pirates. I saw swords and pistols strapped to some of the men,
wenches hanging on a few as well. Most had mugs of beer (which I
quickly learned to call 'grog') being refilled by several sexy
pirate barmaids. Ass grabbing or cramming ones face into her
cleavage seemed to be the proper way to tip the ladies.

Darrin, wove through the crowd in my direction and walked me
around to meet some of the krewe. "This har's Hook, Stumpy,
Blades, Curves, Sticks, Bonnie, Candy..." and the like were the
names he used to introduce them. And always using a practiced
pirate accent and vernacular. It took me a while to get the hang
of it but it was sort of infectious and I was soon immersed in
the culture. I was also immersed in the grog as well and somehow
a bottle of Rum had found its way into my hand. I also found
myself staring too long at most of the ladies, including Darrin's
- sorry, Damion's - wife Siren. I also couldn't seem to keep my
eyes from wondering to the children as they wondered through the
crowd. One girl, that they simply called 'the little wench', was
fetching mugs of grog for the men. She looked to be ten or twelve
I guessed but that didn't keep the men and several of the women
from groping her little ass as she served them. One heavy set
woman with huge boobs spilling out of her bright green puffy
blouse grabbed the child's head and buried it in her cleavage.
This had several nearby pirates start whooping and cheering.

Siren noticed my fascination with this little one and sauntered
up beside me. "She's a treat aren't she?"

I paused to choose the right response, "Aye, that she is. Quite
the eye full."

Siren smiled her approval and proceeded to tell me that 'the
little wench' was her daughter, Bekah and how she and Darrin
encourage her to enjoy herself.

Food was served about 9:30 which consisted of sticks with grilled
meat, shrimp and a few vegies. I want to call them shish-ka-bobs
but they're more crude than that. Something a pirate might fix
over a fire on a beach. After the meal I found Damien to ask
where I might find the bathroom. "The head" he proceeded to tell
me was on board and pointed to the parade float which was parked
on the edge of the yard. "Come along," he said with a huge grin,
"maybe you'll get lucky and there'll be a monkey in the barrel."

I had no idea what that meant but I needed to piss so I followed
him on board the ship. First we climbed up a boarded ramp onto
the deck then down a wooden ladder into the body of the ship. I
expected an unfinished plywood interior but the inside was
amazing; polished teakwood and brass lamps. He led me aft and
into a small room. A brass wash basin on one wall, a wooden (no
kidding) toilet beside it. To its left was a large wooden whisky
barrel on its side, wooden braces naild to its base to keep it
from rolling. Damien tapped on the barrel with a certain rythym.

"You'll be want'n to rap on this har barrel a few taps when
you're done drain'n yar eel", he said before grinning from ear to
ear. "Thar's a special treat n'side. But, don't be take'n too
long though, I 'spect others to be form'n a line once word gets
out thar's a monkey in the barrel."

I hardly waited for him to shut the damn door before I whipped
out my cock and started pissing. I glanced at the barrel and
thought I'd seen movement through a small hole in it. Yep, just
as I suspected there was someone in the barrel and was eyeballing
my cock. I'm not bashful and the thought of someone watching was
starting to get the blood flowing to my cock. I shook it off and
then took a few strokes. Turning to give my peeping-paula a
better view. Soon curiosity got the better of me and I tapped on
the barrel. Slowly a hatch creaked open and Darrin's daughter
popped up like a stripper from a giant cake. I was shocked and
froze in place. One hand steadying myself on the wall the other
gripping my swollen 9 inch cock.

She put her finger to her lips signaling to stay quiet then
tugged a cord on her costume and it fell to the floor. A stunning
young girl maybe ten, with puffy little nipples and a naked puffy
pussy. She stepped out of the barrel and closed the hatch.
Quietly she said, "If ye sit here I can polish your sword, or, if
it please ye more, I could lay across the barrel me-self and ye
can give yar wench a poke." Then she turned around to show me her
delicious tiny ass cheeks.

Could this child really be here, offering me sex? Did her own
father know it was her in the barrel and offer her to me? It was
a lot to take in but a child's hot mouth closing over my cock
pulled me out of it. On her knees she stroked and sucked my cock
like a pro. It didn't take long for it to get fully erect. When
she was satisfied I was fully erect she stood, not losing her
grip on my dick. She looked at me with hungry, lustful, sexy eyes
that were asking again if I should sit for more amazing blowjob
or should she bend over the barrel 'for a poke.' I was lost in
the moment at this point. I pulled her close, palming a butt
cheek in each hand and shoving my tongue in her open mouth. She
was as experienced at kissing as she was cock sucking, dueling
mine with her smaller tongue. My cock was lodged between her legs
and she started rocking her hips, humping my cock. Then she made
the decision for me. She pulled away and draped herself across
the rounded barrel. Then reached behind her with both hands and
spread her cheeks apart exposing a puckered anus and a glistening
pussy that had most certainly been used by one or more adult
sized cocks. I needed to more invitation and lowered myself on
this little wench.

At first I settled my cock in her ass crack and stroked it a few
times. Then she arched her hips and my cocked dropped and plunged
right into her pussy. I intended to go in slow. To push in an
inch or so at a time. Instead, I sunk all the way in. My balls
dragging on the wooden barrel. She may have been used but she was
so tight and so wet. Sunk to the hilt I held my position. For a
brief moment my mind raced with what I was doing. I'd never even
fantasized about fucking a kid. This could get me arrested! Am I
a fucking pedophile? Darrin and his wife are sick fucks! Oh damn,
this is so fucking hot. I'm fucking a little girl .... bent over
a barrel ..... inside a pirate ship... with her parents
encouragement! My mind was swimming, my heart pounding in my
chest, my ears felt like they would catch fire.... Uhg, uhg ....
uhg. I was dumping my load in this kid like it was my first time.


When I lifted off and stood I could see my cum dripping out of
her cunt and onto the barrel. She rolled over and sat up on the
barrel. Smiling. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to beg her to
not tell anyone. I wanted to.... keep her.

"Will that be all Master?" She said, back in character. "Would
you like me to clean you sir?" She added with her eyes glued to
my softening cock.

"Uh, no. That wont be necessary."

"Okay then, off with ya now." And she proceeded to slip back into
her wench dress and lowered herself into the dark barrel. "Would
you be a dear and close me hatch?" I did.

Outside I half expected the gang of pirate nerds to be staring at
me knowingly. Maybe with laughs, maybe with stares of disdain.
Maybe the cops would be there waiting for me? None of that
happened. Except that one woman with her tits hanging out
shouted, "My turn to play with the monkey!", and bounded up the
ramp to cheers from the crowd. In a bit of a daze - maybe shock
is more accurate - I wandered through the crowd. I found Darrin
on his knees fucking some woman doggie style while sucking some
guys cock standing over her. I made a mental note to follow up on
one of my operations managers having blowjob skills and continued
walking.

Inside the house Siren was on the couch with that chubby cleavage
chick's face buried in her pubic hair. She smiled at me and said,
"So, what do you think?" I raised an eyebrow. "Is the pirate life
for you... matey? The life of sinful debauchery and freedom from
the oppressive law of the English queen?"

I thought about the night for a moment. The awkwardness of the
costumes, the nerdiness of full on reenactment of the pirate
life. The ladies, er, wenches and barmaids openly being groped
and groping - even the young girls. The father tapping on the
barrel knowing full well his daughter was inside and offering her
to me. The sweet young body of the pre-teen girl rising from the
hatch and bending over the barrel inviting me to fuck her. The
great food and plentiful grog and rum. The small orgy developing
out on the patio... I said the only appropriate thing I could...

"Aye, it does."