Family Camping Boss Cuck Wife Daughters

[blaze242]

The story starts with the husband, wife, and two daughters driving to a camping site. The husband’s boss recently invited their family to this executive event (with many executive couples) so the husband wants his family to impress. The wife and daughters wear bikinis and openly flirt with many of the older couples there while the husband mostly stays hidden for nature walks, turning a blind eye. The family is sleeping in the boss’ camper and when all are settling down to sleep the boss walks out of the bedroom, walks over to one of the daughters, scoops her up and takes her back to the bedroom with his wife. The family doesn’t say anything, or stop the act. When the daughter eventually comes out later exhausted and used she tells them to not ask and they all go to bed. Flirting at the camp site continues. The other daughter gets taken next. The exec become more open and blatant with using the daughters around other exec. Piss drinking by the daughters is a common event. At one point the mom eventually opens the bedroom door to help the boss get something and watches her daughter get extremely used. The wife gets more flirtatious at the camp site as well and eventually she is also taken back and used by the boss and wife at night. It ends with the boss grabbing the husband for a night session.

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"Happy Campers" by Phil Phantom

 

[wantawatch69]

Happy Campers by Phil Phantom

Jerry Spratworthy gave his two daughters a glance in the rear view mirror.
Neither looked like happy campers. Spunky little spitfire, Angie, least of all.
She had to drop out of a swim meet to make the trip and was a top swimmer,
sure to bring home medals. Angie was fifteen and she had many more
opportunities to demonstrate her swimming prowess, but only one to impress
the management of Honeycut, Howell, and Stevens.
Stephanie, at sixteen, was upset about a two-week camping trip, period.
Camping, even in a thirty-five foot luxury motor home, was not her thing.
Stephanie was a hang-around-the-house and read-a-big-book type. Stephanie
did many things alone, and she was not happy about being cooped up with her
kid sister, her diametrical opposite.
The two girls were as opposite as the poles on a bar magnet. Stephanie took
her mother's light features but her father's small stature. She was feminine
grace personified, obsessively clean, and guarded her modesty and virtue.
Angie took her father's dark features but was statuesque and large-breasted
like her mother. She played rugby and studied karate, liked no-holds-barred
wrestling with boys, and would skinny dip in a mud puddle at a church social.
Stephanie brushed her ass-length long, silky, ashen hair daily for one-hundred
strokes. Angie prefered to comb her short dark hair a time or two every a day
or two. Stephanie liked classical music; Angie liked hard rock. Stephanie
planned a professional science career and dreamed of finding a cure for
cancer; Angie wanted to drop out in her sophomore year of high school and
do body painting on the beach, or join the U.S. Marines if she graduated.
Stephanie cleaned the house; Angie messed it. Stephanie was quiet and
submissive; Angie was anything but. Stephanie was totally heterosexual;
Angie was anything but.
The girls fussed at each other like cats and dogs, but loved each other in a
pinch. Barbara Spratworthy loved both girls equally, and saw a bit of herself
in both. She sympathized with them about being forced to camp with people
they didn't know. Barbara also liked her fine home, new car, and freedom
from having to work so that she could carry on affairs with little risk of
discovery. When Jerry explained that his boss didn't exactly invite the family
camping, but ordered them, she gave her support to Jerry. They were going
camping, and that was that.
The camping trips were a well-known testing device for those being
considered for advancement. The campout gave top level managers, and
especially the chief executive, Harland Honeycut, whose motor home they
would share, the chance to size-up not only the candidate but his entire family.
They were all under the microscope, and Barbara made it very clear to each
girl how terribly important the trip was. They liked their nice things as much
as Barbara did, and both wanted to drive new cars when they got licenses. If
their daddy earned a big promotion, they might. That little bit of bribery
ended their whining, but they were still not happy campers.
Jerry said, "Come on kids. Cheer up. Let's see happy faces. We're almost to
the plant where we'll meet up with the caravan. Let's see that we make a good
impression."
Angie shouted at Stephanie, "Get your fuckin' leg off me. Are you queer for
me or something?"
Stephanie cried, "I am not touching your stupid leg because I want to. This is
your stuff that has us crowded together. I will gladly throw that dumb boom
box out the window. Mom, can't you do something about her mouth? If she
says the 'F' word in front of those people, she'll blow it for us."
"Angie, Stephanie is right; and besides, I have told you and told you - young
ladies don't use filthy language like that. Especially the "F" word."
"Mom, what am I supposed to do? She's over here rubbing off on me like
some horny mutt. Am I supposed to offer my leg and smile."
In exasperation, Barbara said, "Stephanie, why didn't you place the boom box
between you. You know how Angie is about touching."
"I know she likes to make a big deal out of nothing just to get attention and
embarrass me. I placed the boom box by the door because I didn't want to be
sandwhiched between two sets of hard cold objects with knobs. Unlike Angie,
who is obsessively paranoid about her repressed homosexuality surfacing,
flesh contact with other females doesn't bother me. Even her leathery,
reptilian skin is better than cold plastic."
"Hey, fuck you, Stephanie; fuck you in the ass with a big dick."
Barbara reached to slap Angie, shouting, "God damn it, Angie, you foul-
mouthed fucking little bitch!"
Jerry intervened, blocking Barbara's slap, "Hey! Hey! Girls. Enough already.
Look, we're here. Everybody can get out and stretch. Please, for God's sake,
smiles everyone."
Jerry imposed an uneasy calm. The two sisters kept a distance between
themselves. After exiting the car, they wandered about the six RV's as the
drivers gathered for final trip checks. Jerry and Barbara put away the
family's gear in the Honeycut's RV as Emily Honeycut directed and played
the gracious host.
Jerry knew Emily remotely, but Barbara and Emily had never met. Emily
looked to be in her early fifties, the same age as her husband, Harold. She was
in remarkably good shape and showed her class and breeding even in shorts
and a loose white blouse. She wore tennis shoes without socks, and no gaudy
jewelry as Barbara had expected. Barbara found Emily easy to talk to, but she
never felt like they would be close friends.
Jerry was as nervous as twenty-fingered clutz with a slippery vial of
nitroglycerine around the Honeycuts. Just being in their RV made him
nervous. He was sure he'd break something expensive, or spill something
messy. He walked in measured steps and spoke when spoken to.
The trip to the remote mountain lake campsite was quiet and uneventful.
Emily and Stephanie read books. Barbara thumbed through women's
magazines. Jerry studied work related manuals, and Angie rode the whole
way with her boom box headset on, bouncing and squirming to heavy metal
funk punk rock.
The camp site had no facilities, but each RV had its own self-contained power,
water, and bathroom facilities. Harold lectured the Spratworthys on
conserving water, as they had to replenish their supply by carrying buckets up
from the lake. He also requested that everyone do their pee in the trees, as the
sewage had to be carried away in buckets, at least one-hundred yards into the
woods, after the tank filled. "The bathroom is for number two," he explained,
"the trees get number one." After the lecture, and when he was out of earshot,
Angie said, "I'll bet Emily doesn't squat in the bushes."
Barbara said, "Angie, don't start. This is her motor home. I wouldn't expect
her to squat and pee. It's because we're here that the tanks will fill quickly.
You girls do your pee in the woods. Don't even give them cause to think you
aren't. Make certain they see you slipping away from time to time with toilet
paper in hand."
Angie said, "I'll slip away, but I'm pissing in the shower. They let shower
water run on the ground. It all sinks in."
Jerry jumped in, saying, "There won't be any showers. You heard what Mr.
Honeycut said; they need to conserve water. We can all take sponge baths;
and besides, we'll be swimming all day. We won't be getting dirty. Come on.
Get your suits on, and let's go mix and mingle. Remember why we're here.
Smiles, lots of big smiles."
The girls were a big hit with the campers. The men appreciated Stephanie's
graceful beauty (cover girl beauty), and Angie's hard-bodied, animal sexuality
(Hustler centerfold beauty) equally. The girls stood out in their matching new
bikinis, as they were the only young people along.
Stephanie hated her bikini because it barely covered the essentials and was
loose; Angie loved hers for the same reason except hers was too tight. Besides
Emily and Barbara, only four other women were on the campout. One RV
had four men, all from plant management, so men outnumbered women two
to one. Angie liked those odds; Stephanie didn't.
The older men were especially fond of the uninhibited Angie. They tossed her
back and forth in the water, played grab ass games, and teased her with off-
color humor that made her giggle. Angie didn't get upset if a man's hand
accidentally slipped inside her top or bottom, and the girl was accident prone
around the men. Angie only laughed when her top got pulled off her titties, or
her bottoms wound up being used to play keep away. The guys would use her
bottoms to lure her out of the water. Angie lured easily and would run after
them all through the camp - sometimes bottomless, sometimes topless, but
many times with noting on at all while holding her jugs to keep from getting
busted in the mouth.
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