Little Camille On The Airplane (Mg,nepi,pedo)

written by PeachKisser



Part 1 - Strange Vietnamese Customs?

United Airlines flight 355 was largely deserted. To have the most privacy
I settled into the side group of three seats in the final row, far back in
the aft of the cabin.

Across from me in the central trip of seats was a young Vietnamese couple,
Christine and Andy, with a little two-year-old baby girl named Camille. We
chatted a bit as we got ourselves settled in for the five-hour flight. I
struck it off with them right away by talking with little Camille, who was
shy at first but who quickly warmed to me. Camille was an active child and
getting her to stay in place during the take off was tricky, and as soon
as we were enroute and climbing, Camille roved around the area near our
seats. She was a darling little two-year-old, as cute as can be, her tiny
Asian features making her seem almost elf-like.

After a while the flight was up at cruising altitude and the handful of
people around us had gone to sleep. I settled back to catch some shut-eye
myself, but found that I wasn't really sleepy, just horny. I dozed only
lightly, glancing periodically over at the squirming, active Camille and
her parents. I lay there and imagined what it would be like if Christine
would stand her daughter Camille up on the seat and tug her diaper down
for me, show me her little baby two-year-old pussy. My cock stiffened and
underneath the airplane blanket I rubbed myself discreetly and continued
watching the family interacting. Two years old was a bit young for my
tastes, but still, she was definitely a cutie pie. I imagined what
Camille's bald little pussy mound would look like: would her slit be tight
and compact, or would it be a deeper puffier cleft? Would Camille have a
little dimple-indentation at the very top of her cleft or would her pussy
just sort of taper off to a tight slit, the way most Asian girls did?

While I was thinking all these perverted thoughts and looking over at the
little girl playing with her parents, Camille got restless. I watched with
horny and detached curiosity as Christine lifted the child up to her chest
to nurse. I caught a glimpse of the mother's breast, a dark brown nipple
flashing in the gloom before disappearing into Camille's sucking mouth. I
smiled and sighed as the horniness of it struck me, watching a cute little
baby girl nursing from her mom's chest. I heard the gentle sounds of
suckling come to me over the hiss of the airplane's engines and continued
rubbing myself as I had more horny thoughts.

But soon Camille was restless again. I heard Christine talking with her
husband in Vietnamese about how her breasts were empty and sore, and how
she had no more milk for Camille to drink. Little did they know I had
studied the Vietnamese language myself, so I could recognize enough to
know the gist of what I was hearing. I smirked to myself, that self-
satisfied gloating I loved feeling when I was privy to conversation I
wasn't supposed to hear.

But then the next parts of their conversation didn't really make sense to
me. Christine was insisting that Andy "take care of Camille instead," and
from the wording she used, it sounded like she meant for Andy to nurse the
daughter himself?! Weird. Didn't really make sense, but I sat up slightly
to watch the interaction better, to hear their words more clearly.

Andy stood up and retrieved another blanket from the overhead compartment,
arranging it in his lap. Little Camille seemed to know exactly what was
going on, and as I watched them through slitted eyes, I saw the father
nervously glance around the cabin, looking over towards me to see if I was
awake. He apparently was satisfied with their privacy and I saw him lift
slightly and tug his shorts down, then sit back down. What was going on
here?

Lifting up the corner of the blanket the father spoke to the little two-
year-old girl, who leapt up from Mom's lap and stood on the floor in front
of his seat. Andy slumped slightly in his seat, parting his legs slightly
to let him scootch his hips forward. Camille eagerly lifted the blanket
aside and lowered her head, but now I couldn't really see what was going
on. Was this what I thought it was?! The mother Christine reached over and
pulled the blanket back down to cover her daughter's head completely,
hiding her from view as she stood before her father, her head bowed into
his lap.

After a few moments I could make out some gentle bobbing motion under the
blanket, and my cock shot to full attention. Was this little girl actually
nursing off her father's cock?! I struggled as discreetly as I could to
sit slightly more upright for a better view, without letting on that I was
still awake. The mother was staring at the blanket and the father had
closed his eyes now. I saw him let out a sigh, an unmistakably erotic sigh
of pleasure... holy crap, his two-year-old daughter must be sucking him
off!

Since they were preoccupied with their little oral "situation," I slowly
moved until I was sitting more upright, my back against the outer window,
my head a little higher now so that I could see slightly better. The
daughter's tiny head was definitely bobbing underneath the blanket now and
the father's eyes were solidly closed, his head rolling from side to side.

The mother reached one hand underneath the blanket and I heard her
whispering something to her daughter. From the angle of her arm, it looked
like the mother was helping the daughter by kneading her husband's balls.
What in the FUCK was going on here!? I was so aroused, so turned on, so
curious as to what the story behind this was, I almost stood up and walked
over! But as I sat there, frozen to avoid disturbing them, I watched as
the dad's stomach began humping and rippling just slightly. From the
motion of little Camille's head, I could tell he was now short-stroking
his own daughter's mouth, fucking her face underneath the blanket.

Christine whispered more to her daughter and I saw her put her other hand
on top of the little bump of Camille's head, on top of the blanket,
holding the child's head more firmly. Daddy began seriously humping now,
his stomach muscles thrusting more urgently, and I could actually hear his
heavy breathing from where I sat. Holy crap, he was about to shoot off in
his own daughter's mouth!

And then the moment of truth came! I saw the mother's hand firmly press
down against the back of Camille's head, shoving it down and around the
father's pistoning cock. I heard the man grunt as he began ejaculating,
and the mother's one hand kept moving, presumably kneading his hidden
testicles while her other hand kept her daughter's head pressed down
tight, her face impaled on Daddy's pistoning, squirting cock.

When Daddy's orgasm had finished he helped his little girl struggle to her
feet, and a dazed little tousled-hair Camille emerged, blinking, from
under the blanket. Christine took her little daughter into her arms and
held her while Daddy glanced nervously around. I pretended to sleep as he
buttoned himself up and put things right again. He had a sleepy look on
his face now as he put the airline blanket further around his body,
pinning it behind his shoulders. Adjusting his seat slightly he soon dozed
off to sleep.


Part 2 - Camille Is Still Restless


I was all flushed as I lay there, having just witnessed this sexy little
interaction between the parents of two-year-old Camille, who had just
nursed off her father's erection until he apparently ejaculated right into
her mouth. The mother had supervised and supported the entire process, and
now held the little girl and wiped the traces of sperm from her lips as
she rocked the child gently in her arms. My balls tingled with the thought
of what I had just seen, and I toyed with going to the bathroom to jerk
myself off.

But I didn't, not wanting to miss anything else right now! Soon Camille
became restless again, pawing at her mother's chest. The mother was
clearly frustrated and explained to her again and again that "mommy is
empty now" and that it was time for Camille to sleep. She whined and cried
softly, and then looking over she saw me in the next bank of seats.

Pointing at me Camille said some Vietnamese word that I didn't recognize,
but the mother quickly shushed her and said "No, no, Daddy only sweetie,
only Daddy." Oh my god, was the little girl pointing at me because she
wanted to nurse off of MY penis?! Was that what she wanted. The little
girl kept pointing at me and chanting the same word, and the mom kept
trying to quiet her, soothing her head. Since the mother wasn't looking at
me and the little girl was, I opened my eyes caught her gaze. She froze
and stared at me, and I freed up one hand and wiggled a finger at her, a
"Come here" finger.

Struggling free of her mother Camille dropped to her own seat next to Mom
and Christine gave a sigh of resignation and let the cherub go, unaware
that I had been signaling to her baby girl. I watched as Camille leapt
from her seat and dashed across the aisle into my bank of seats. Her
mother called after her and at the same time I struggled upright in my
seat, smiling at the little girl the whole time. When she was close enough
I drew her up into my lap and held her, soothing her and saying "Hi
Camille sweetie, how are you?"

The mother unbuckled and came over to apologize for her daughter's
behavior. "Oh it's no problem... long plane rides are really tough for
little kids like this," I said with a knowing smile, testing the waters.
"It's tough to find enough to keep them occupied, isn't it?"

Christine sighed. "It sure is." Pulling back and pointing at me the little
two-year-old said that same word she'd said earlier, and her mother
laughed and said "No, no, sweetie, only with Daddy!" saying it in
Vietnamese, but I knew what she was saying.

"Is Camille still restless?" I asked in a concerned voice.

"Yes, I've been nursing her but she's had so much milk today that I'm all
dry, so I cannot nurse her any more."

"Don't you have a bottle?"

"She won't take a bottle," said the mother simply.

"Well, is there anything else she can take?" I said, looking Christine
right in the eye. I didn't want to be the one to bring it up, but as I
said this to her I saw her hesitate for just a moment before she said "No,
there's nothing..."

Camille interjected again with that one word, pointing at me with
indignation. I patted the seat next to me and said to the mother, "Why
don't you sit here and we can talk about Camille a little bit," I said,
lowering my voice.

Christine cast a quick glance back at her slumbering husband and took the
empty seat where my feet had been. I struggled fully upright, holding the
warm little squirming Camille in my arms. Camille repeated that strange
word again and I smiled at her, gave her a big kiss right on her forehead.

Preparing to speak in my best Vietnamese, I looked right at her and asked
her. "Does Camille want dieng-hoa?"

The mother started and looked right at me with wild eyes, her mouth
dropping open. "Oh my god!" she said, putting her hand over her mouth.

I put my hand on her elbow. "Don't worry, I totally understand, it's
fine!" I said with a big smile.

"Oh my god, did you see..." she began. I shook my head. "Don't worry, I
didn't see anything."

"I didn't know you speak Vietnamese!" she said again, looking even more
scared, glancing back at her still-sleeping husband.

"Dieng-hoa!" said Camille now, struggling off of my lap. I let the little
girl drop to the floor in front of me, where her chest came right to the
edge of the fuzzy padded seat.

Turning to Christine I said "You hold the blanket, I'll get little Camille
some dieng-hoa..."

"Oh my god, are you sure?" she said, glancing around the darkened cabin to
see if anyone else was watching. Nobody paid any attention as I lifted my
butt slightly and loosened my shorts. Suddenly I had an idea, as I was
already wearing fairly loose shorts. I figured I could probably give
Camille dieng-hoa through the loose pants legs of my shorts.

I struggled briefly to adjust my clothes. While Christine discreetly
shielded me from the rest of the airplane, I lifted one leg to the side,
into the spare seat beside me, and eased my genitals out into the open.

My cock was already erect at this point, and I slipped my underwear to one
side and freed everything up, including my balls. Christine glanced down
in the dark, then took one final look back at her husband. Looking at
little Camille with a smile I whispered "Dieng-hoa?"

She burst into a big grin and eagerly leaned forwards, taking my stiff
erection into her tiny hands. Christine watched with a smile as her baby
girl leaned forwards onto the seat, angling her head down to reach my
cock. I rotated my hips slightly forward to give her better access, and
then her mouth touched my cock.

I let out a long stifled groan as Camille's tiny little mouth engulfed my
sensitive cock. Christine quickly threw the blanket down over her
daughter's head and covered up the action, glancing around in case anyone
noticed, but nobody had.

Oh my god, I was in heaven! This little girl was suckling on my erect
penis as though it was a nipple! Her tiny mouth worked rhythmically around
my swollen glans, while her tiny hands firmly gripped the stiff shaft,
gently tugging at the sides of it as she sucked steadily. I groaned a long
sigh of relief as I felt my arousal fully engage, felt the intense
pressure of my hardon build up inside the main part of my shaft.

"Do you need any help?" whispered the mother, glancing down at her
daughter's head. I groaned in response. "If you like," I whispered. "This
isn't going to last very long anyway..." I warned her.

"That's okay," whispered Christine. "Camille gets impatient quickly
anyway, so you just do whatever you have to do... she just wants the
milk..." Sliding her hand underneath the blanket I gasped as the pretty
Vietnamese woman groped around beneath the blanket, stroking her
daughter's cheeks, reaching down to find my balls.

"Ungh!" I groaned aloud as Christine's soft fingers cupped underneath my
heavy balls. I humped upwards helplessly as her index and thumb circled
tightly around the base of my shaft, gripping the root of my penis firmly
and squeezing the blood into my throbbing cock.

Little Camille was making a soft mewling whimpering sound as she nursed
and suckled on my stiff cock, her hands just above where her mother's
fingers circled tightly around the base of my shaft, jerking just
slightly.

"Oh god oh fuck, oh shit," I said, my hips beginning to take on a life of
their own as my climax neared. Christine whispered some words to little
Camille, something along the line of "Does Camille like her dieng-hoa,"
but I was so far gone I could barely understand it.

What I did understand was in just a few seconds now I was about to
ejaculate powerfully into the two-year-old little girl's mouth, and I
wasn't real sure I could stay quiet about it. My head was thrashing from
side to side, and I looked at Christine's determined and concerned face
through slitted eyes. "Go ahead, let it go... let it go... give Camille
all your milk..." she whispered.

Grabbing one of the tiny airline pillows from the seat next to me, I held
it firmly to my face, clenching my teeth together as I prepared to cum.
Every muscle in my body strained and I became thankful that I was still
belted into the seatbelt. I watched Christine grab the back of her
daughter's tiny head and press the youngster's mouth firmly forward and
downward, impaling her face around my cock.

"Oooh! FUCK!" I howled into the airline pillow, feeling Camille's tiny
throat and mouth stretch as her mother pushed the child's head down on my
pumping, squirting erection. As Camille's tight little throat muscles
clamped around the very tip of my cock, I felt the child gag and twitch,
felt her tongue and throat muscles clenching and working as she tried to
expel the length of my cock that jammed into her baby mouth. Her muscles
only served to stimulate my poor cock more, causing me to cum even harder,
pumping more fresh cream right into the child's mouth, right down the back
of her throat.

"Yessss," hissed Christine, still kneading my testicles, squeezing the
base of my shaft. I knew she could feel every pulse of my sperm flowing
out through my shaft, could feel the pulses pressing out on my urethra,
which her fingers held slightly as I helplessly fucked at her tiny girl's
face.

When at last I had finished cumming into Camille's mouth, Christine took
her hand off Camille's head and lifted the blanket away. Little Camille's
beaming face came up with a "Pop" as her mouth disengaged my rapidly-
shrinking cock. Camille let go of my shaft and her mother gave the base of
my cock one final squeeze. "Thank you so much, Camille really needed
that... she needs to know that other men can give her dieng-hoa too."

I rolled my head lazily from side to side, still delirious from my orgasm.
"No problem," I gasped. "The pleasure was all mine!" Christine looked over
at her husband, who was still sound asleep. Sweeping her daughter up into
her arms she returned to her own seat, while I put myself away as best I
could. When I looked over Camille was settling into the comfortable crook
of her mother's elbow, and Christine gave me an "ok" sign. I saw Camille's
eyes were already closed and she was licking her lips and snuffling softly
as she rapidly dropped off to sleep.


End of Part 2