It's always seen as such a bad thing when parents convene with others and their children are forced to interact with each other. And it's for good reason. There's countless horror stories of unwanted interactions between two people that just don't get along. But because their parents are buddy buddies, they're stuck in a perpetual hell that forces them to be the same way.
However, there's always an exception. And we're just so happening to be experiencing that exception right now. Because at this moment, Stylus and I are currently riding along in an RV with our two new best friends, Vicky and Missy. Yep. The four of us are going to be in the woods for a couple weeks to "Get in touch with nature" or some self-loving tree hugging bullshit. I don't know I was barely paying attention.
What I do know, is the fact that Missy and Vicky are completely miserable at the thought of being alone with us for even a fraction of that time. And that's exactly what makes it so perfect. We weren't exactly satisfied with our last get together. So many more avenues we could have explored, but alas we were cut short because Mom and Dad's night out came to an abrupt end.
So bearing that fact in mind, we fully intend to make the most of our reunion. They need to know who's really in charge. They need to understand that the power that they once thought that they understood was never authentic to begin with. They have to know who they belong to.
And my mind's already there. I can just see it now; the look on their faces as they relive what we did to them last week. The utter horror as the once proud princesses slowly have all that confidence and all that false power drain out of their faces. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
But the best part is if I really wanted to, I could get started right now. Currently, Missy and I are settled in a compact seating space on one side of the RV while Vicky and Stylus are on the other. The camping equipment is providing the perfect amount of camouflage to prevent dad from seeing in the rear view mirror, and Mom's dead asleep, so she is fully unaware of what's going on. It's the perfect crime.
…Oh, what the hell. There's nothing wrong with getting a little bit of an appetizer before diving into the main course. Plus, this should just add to our revenge. Not only that, but aid us in what we are entitled to. It's only fair.
So after thinking it over, I make my move. I took one more glance at the front half of the RV to ensure that we're in the clear as I stealthily snake my hand into the waistband of Missy's shorts. Once inside, I gently push her panties to the side before dragging my index finger along her slit. It takes a few moments for her body to react to my actions. She instinctively starts arching her back as I stir up her little cunt with my finger.
Then I hear it. Those adorable, tiny little mewls that motivated me to pursue her in the first place. That precious voice that only a little girl like her can make as I further ruin her innocence, or lack thereof.
And the final sign that she's fully reacting to what I'm doing occurs as her lower lips start to moisten. My fingers soon become all slick with her natural juices, further pushing me to finger her tiny little pussy. Yeah. She's not even in control of her own body anymore. I'm doing this and me alone. And all she can do is lay there and accept it.
It doesn't take long for Stylus to catch on to what I'm doing and repeat my action. And now we're both claiming what's rightfully ours. These preteen sluts are soon to learn their place as we play with their baby pussies.
"Mmm~...Finger me harder, papi~..." I hear her whisper in her sleep in her sexy Latina accent, "I love feeling your finger on my preteen clit~..."
Damn, it's working already and we barely even started. She's even giving me the nickname that turns me on. And the way she said it is just making me even harder. Even in her dreams she a fucking teasing slut. And I plan to fix that as soon as we touch down on those wooden floors. I swear to god, the millisecond those tents are pitched, that ass is mine.
But that's that, this is now. So I accommodate her wish, pressing firmly on her tiny clit with my thumb and circling it as I continue massaging her lower lips with my index and middle fingers. She responds with even more moans as she gets even wetter and wetter before gripping the chair beneath us and tilting her head back.
What's bothering me is her level of control, though. Usually when people are sleeping, they're typically at the loudest considering they're unaware of their surroundings. So how is it that she can control her voice when as far as she knows she's with someone she doesn't hate?
My question is immediately tossed this side as she coats my fingers with her essence. She even makes it a point to cover her own mouth, muffling any excess sound escaping her throat keeping our escapade on the down low. And after moments of riding out her orgasm, she giggles before planting a kiss on my cheek.
"Hihi~...Thank you, papi~..."
Was…Was she awake the whole time?!...Then why the hell-...Nah…She has to be having one hell of a dream. Probably thinking about a boy she's got a crush on or something. Yeah, that's probably it.
We eventually make it to the usual campgrounds that we go to with Mom and Dad. The tent gets pitched, the campfire gets prepared, and we set out the food for when we get hungry. But that's not the kind of hunger I'm after right now. Heheh.
But the strangest thing is going on right now. I can't get a word in edgewise with missy. Every time I attempt to make a snide comment or reference what happened in the RV, she just shuts me down like it didn't even happen. So I just decided to be direct and take a hold of her shoulder, but she just slaps my hand away before turning around to face me and glaring at me.
"Don't you fucking touch me after what you did to me, you fucking asshole!"
She then storms past me to reconvene with our parents. Well, that was awkward. Eh, she'll come around, though. She has no choice. So I just brush it off and gear up for what'll happen later tonight.
And after enduring the typical "family fun" that comes with camping with my folks, God finally decides to bless us by making the night come quicker than expected. Once the moon is fully out and making its presence known, everyone gets in their respective tents.
I wait a few hours to ensure that everybody is sleeping to make my move. I wouldn't wanna be interrupted by some random need to get up or something. The last thing I need is for our parents to be questioning me about why I'm in a female's tent at this hour. It'll just ruin everything.
But in my genius plan of waiting, I hear shuffling from their tent before those tiny footsteps are heard shuffling over to ours. Ok, they have the same thing in mind. So that charade about them hating our fucking guts is just to dissuade our parents. Those sneaky bitches.
I soon hear the zipper for our tent being undone before hearing their stupid little giggling as a weight is shifted on my stomach.
"Rise and shiny creepy perv~," I hear her tiny voice whispering as I pretend to be asleep,
Keeping up the facade, I pretend to stir awake, slowly opening my eyes with a squint as I prop myself up on my elbows. But I don't have the time to pretend to be upset for her waking me up before feeling her tiny finger on my lips.
"Shhh. I'm still mad at you for what you did to us last week. So we're going to get even. Meet us at the lake in 15 minutes. You can leave your pants here if you want."
She giggles again for kissing my nose and stepping out of our tent with a sway of her hips. Nice. One thing I will say about these girls is the fact that I can appreciate that they let their intentions be known no matter their execution.
I sit up just in time to finally notice that Vicky is there also. It's not hard to see that she relayed the same message to Stylus who I'm pretty sure was actually sleeping. And by the look of his face, he's a bit perturbed. But he's man enough to get over it with something like this on the line.
So we do what they say, waiting 10 minutes exactly before finally stepping out of our tent and creeping past our parents' and heading over to the lake. And as promised, our adorable little 12 year old girls are there, sitting at the edge of the lake with her feet in the water. Upon noticing us, they flash us with devious smiles before finally standing up and trying to face us.
It's then that we see that they are completely topless. No shirts, and no bras, just full on bare skin from the waist up. Their adorable little developing tits displayed proudly for our prying eyes to indulge. And like that, I now have a new appreciation for camping trips.
"Hihihi. You boys got here quickly didn't you~?" Vicky taunts as she heads over to Stylus and drops to her knees,
"Heh~...You got to remember Vick," Missy piles on as she shows me the same courtesy, kneeling down before me and eyeing my dick, "These creeps will do anything to get their hands on some underage pussy~. They're just hardwired to be that creepy~."
Fuck, it's just the way that they're actively derogating me while actively leaning into it that's just turning me on to no end. And it's showing with the fact that my cock is just hard as a rock right now. This right here is why I love these pair of girls.
Vicky's the first to make a move, taking Stylus's cock in her hand as she revels and basks at its length while lightly stroking him.
"Yeah, you have a point there~. Just look at how hard they are by hearing how disgusting they are~."
"I know," Missy adds on, doing the same to my shaft as she brings her mouth closer to my balls, "They just have no shame. It's like they get off on the fact that you two girls are calling them out on their disgusting, perverted, unforgivable fantasies~."
My legs are practically jelly at this point. So much so that I eventually have to use a nearby tree to hold myself up. How the fuck are these two girls such experts at this already? I can only imagine how they'll be just a few years from now.
"Hihihi~...Go on, you creepy pedo~...Show us how much you love hearing about how nasty you are~…Getting so harder just from us talking about how much you love to fuck children~...Children who aren't even 2 years younger than you~...So disgusting~..."
And with the final giggle, they give us exactly what we've been craving this entire time. Their soft, wet little lips wrap around our tips before descending to half our legs. My nails dig deep into the tree bark as I endure the feel of this little girl's mouth on my dick. How I survived a week without it is beyond me. I need it more than life itself at this point. She's driving me crazy.
Stylus clearly has the same sentiment as he grips on to Vicky's curly hair and starts throat fucking her to no end. And that's exactly how I know it's serious for the both of us since we've made it a point to not be so rough with them seeing as they're…you know…kids still. But the way that they're talking now is clearly striking nerves that we never knew existed. So with that being the case, all bets are off.
And judging from the reaction, it doesn't seem like it's going to be that much of a problem. Vicky's just staring at him, her face still as slutty and inviting as it was right before they started. So that just tells us that they can handle anything that we can throw at them. In fact, that look is just saying that they want more. They want us to test that boundary. And I'm starting to wanna accommodate that desire.
I'm then proven right as Missy's tiny hands grip onto my wrists and bring them to her head, actively subliminally begging me to show her the same courtesy. And I waste no time. I grip on to her long dark brown hair and thrust my hips, throat fucking her throat like there's no tomorrow while she looks up at me with that slutty innocent look she we are so damn well.
That look coincides with the fact that I'm already breaching my limit. So I kill two birds with one stone. I hold her down to the base of my cock, letting her choke and gag on it as I show her throat with my essence. She sputters and struggles at first to keep it all in, but it doesn't take her long to adjust and take it all.
Stylus displays the opposite of the spectrum, replacing the tip of his cock on Vicky's tongue as he shoots his load all over it and her face, even getting some of it in her hair. And with that, we've successfully claimed these girls' throats. Something that we've been dying to do since that fucking display that they had on us last week. And we're one step closer to showing them who's really the boss around here.
After pulling Missy off my shaft and watching her struggle to breathe, coughing and sputtering has she swallows the rest of my cum, the mere sight of their defiled faces and sounds of their fatigued breaths as they gasp and wheeze for air and still is even more power within me that I find myself craving. I really want to show them who's in charge now. So I assert myself with a single command.
"Share it."
Instantly recognizing the nature of my demand, the girls give a sly grin before doing as they're told. Vicky takes hold of Missy's head before connecting their lips, allowing each other to taste the other's mouthful of sperm that they've accumulated. And if you ask me, there's no sight more beautiful than this.
The next day occurs and oddly enough, I feel like I slept like a baby. Which is a bit odd seeing as I only got 4 hours of sleep. But I'll just attribute that to the glorious sensations that I felt last night. Those girls really do know their stuff when it comes to pleasing a man. I'm just glad that I'm lucky enough to be that man.
And speaking of luck, the dads are fishing, the moms are out talking about whatever the fuck, we've got the compound to ourselves. So why not sneak a little quickie before everybody reconvenes? I mean, it's not like she's gonna have to put up that facade anymore. We're all alone.
So bearing this new freedom in mind, I head on over to Missy and Vicky's tent to give them the good news and to recreate my assertion of dominance that I so graciously displayed last night. But one look on their faces tells a completely different story than the ones I saw last night.
"What the fuck do you want?" Missy snaps, glaring daggers at me as Vicky defensively curls up in the corner,
"Uh…The hell is that tone for?" I retaliate, attempting to maintain my assertive demeanor, which is proven to be a challenge seeing as I'm confused as hell right now.
That confusion is then made worse as I'm met with a slap from Missy before she abrasively shoves me out of the tent and zips it back up. Okay, now I'm completely lost. What's with her? One minute she's obsessed with my cock and the next minute, she's pissed off at me. What is going on?
Whatever. I'm sure they'll get over it eventually. If last night was any indication, this isn't something that's gonna last. Knowing what they're obsessed with, it's damn near impossible for them to hold a grudge for long. Especially since they were the ones to initiate it. Besides, maybe it's a girl thing that I'm just not understanding. Either way, I'm not gonna let it get to me.
So the event passes and the day moves on. Night time soon falls, we gather around for scary stories and other family activities, we're just given the works. I mean, sure, it's not unbearable. But there's better ways to spend time aside from some corny games with my parents. But considering the environment we're in coupled with the fact that I just got shut down earlier, typical camping isn't really that bad anymore.
Speaking of, even with the lame activities were forced to participate in, Vicky and Missy are still holding their previous mood. They're both just non-stop staring daggers that Stylus and me. I'm really starting to even second guess if last night even happened at all. You can't really want something like that for somebody who you're this pissed off at. Or maybe these girls are just that weird. Idunno.
Eventually, the supposed fun and games come to an end and everyone retires to their tents. This time, I don't even bother trying anything with the girls. They're clearly still upset about what happened. Either that or they're just being too weird. I guess I'll just settle that tomorrow or at some point when we get back from this trip. Or any point that's not this confusing. And it'll be up to them when they figure that part out.
But that thought is put to rest and similar to last night, I hear the pitter patters of little feet emerging from their tent over to ours. And again, mirroring last night, the zipper is heard and a shift on my body is made. Now I'm just completely done with trying to piece together anything.
But I don't even get to express that sentiment to her as she looks down at me with the most seductive look she can muster. Clearly, she's all business. And I do not intend to disrupt that in any way, shape, or form. But before I can move to really put her in her place, she places a hand on my chest, holding me in place before saying in her native tongue,
"No. Te muevas."
Now, while I'm not as versed in their native dialect as I would hope to be, I do know the body language and mannerisms of someone telling me not to move. And under normal circumstances, I push that to the side and really show her who's boss. But Godammit this tone of hers is really proving to be my weakness because all I can do is just listen to her. Seemingly taking note of this, she tilts her head and giggles before slightly grinding on my exposed front.
"No me moveré de este lugar hasta que esas bolas estén completamente vaciadas~..." she whispers seductively as her cunt grinds on my shaft.
This girl really does have a talent for making me so fucking horny for something I do not understand in the least bit. She then takes advantage of my naivete by raising her hips and sliding down my cock with a quiet whimper. Clearly, still conscious enough to keep herself in check to now disturb our parents. But I'm quickly becoming more curious as to how long that'll last.
For now, I just enjoyed the otherworldly pleasures of having this 12 year old riding my dick. In the midst of her fun, she removes her shirt, exposing her tiny developing chest to me as she pumps my dick with her birth canal. Acting on instinct, I maneuver my hands from the ground to her tiny little button of an ass, guiding her up and down my length as I groan along with her moaning. She then shifts it to high gear as she starts talking in her irresistible baby voice,
"Sí, papi~...Por favor, toca mi cuerpo~...Me siento mejor sabiendo que soy tu tesoro~..."
She had me when she called me papi. So not one to disappoint my little girl, I grab her ass tighter before thrusting up into her little cunt. As expected, her moans become louder and louder as her attempts at concealing them become more futile with each thrust. And I'm not faring any better. My groans are matching hers in terms of volume. But I'm really starting not to give a damn. Her tightness is my fucking kryptonite.
"Lléname~...Lléname de tu semen, papi~…Bombea toda esa leche en mi vientre~..."
And that's all I needed to hear. I might not know what you're saying, but it's still having the same effect as if I did regardless. So, I follow through with my original plan by switching our positions and briefly pulling out of her. I then turn her onto her stomach and rock her fucking world. Minutes of relentless threshing of her little kitty all while she begs for more in her language. Or at least that's what I'm deducing seeing as she's nonstop moaning in pure bliss.
"¡Sí, papi! ¡Usa mi coño! ¡Derrama toda esa deliciosa crema dentro! ¡Fóllate tu semen en mi coño adolescente!"
With each letter that pass through my eardrums and her adorable little voice, it just drives me to thrust that much harder. Not only to relieve some aggression that this bitch caused me for 3 days now, but also because I'll fucking do anything. Anything to keep hearing that tiny squeak of a voice. She knows by now that speaking that high just makes me want to fuck her harder. Mostly because it makes her sound younger than she actually is. And what I'd give to fuck that version of her.
With all of that rushing through my mind, it doesn't take long before I give her what she's been craving ever since the strip started. I give one final thrust, pull her in tight, and groan into her ear as I empty my balls deep inside of her womb.
After delivering her her fix that she's been so adamant about receiving ever since we stepped foot on these grasslands, I take a moment to catch my breath. As I do, I wait a few seconds before finally pulling out and watching as my Essence starts leaking out of her little hole. It's always so fascinating how something I've seen millions of times now never gets any less fascinating to watch each time.
"Gracias, papi~...Me encanta sentir tu semen saliendo de mí~..."
I can only chuckle and let her utter her final words before giving her a tiny peck on her lips. But afterwards, exhaustion takes over the both of us and we end up falling asleep. Probably not the best case scenario considering where we are, but something tells me that it shouldn't really matter. As long as we wake up before anybody else. Which will definitely happen. And even if it does, I'm certain nothing else will occur that will stop us from hiding our act.