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."