Tent Throat Fuck Under the Stars

The moment I zipped the tent flap shut behind us, the air thickened with raw want. Sarah's eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry, her sports bra still damp from the day's hike. We'd ditched the rest of the evening yoga group at the main campfire two ridges over. "Just us tonight," she whispered, her voice low and teasing as the distant crackle of logs faded into the mountain quiet. The small two-person tent smelled of pine, sweat, and her coconut sunscreen.

Sarah was our yoga teacher—thirty-two, flexible as fuck, with sun-kissed skin and a tight body honed by years on the mat. I'd been crushing hard through every evening class back in the city. Tonight, after she "accidentally" brushed her ass against my crotch during downward dog on the trail, we both knew the hike was just foreplay.

"Get on your knees, Jake," she said, already peeling off her bra. Her full tits spilled free, nipples hard in the cool night air. "I've seen how you stare at my mouth during class. You want to fuck it, don't you?"

"Fuck yes," I growled, my cock already straining against my shorts. She smirked and shoved her yoga pants down, kicking them aside. Naked now except for a thin thong, she dropped to her knees on the sleeping bag, the tent so small our bodies filled it with heat.

I yanked my shorts down. My thick cock sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. Sarah licked her lips, eyes wide. "God, it's bigger than I imagined. Come here. Use my throat like you mean it."

She opened wide. I grabbed a fistful of her dark ponytail and slid my dick between her soft lips. The wet heat of her mouth made me groan. She sucked hard right away, tongue swirling around the head, then took me deeper. I felt her throat relax as I pushed in, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against my pelvis.

"Shit, Sarah... your mouth is so fucking tight." I held her there, savoring the flutter of her gag reflex before pulling back. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her tits. She gasped for air, eyes watering but sparkling with lust.

"Again. Harder. Fuck my face, Jake. Don't hold back." Her voice was hoarse already, filthy and eager. She stuck her tongue out flat, inviting me.

I didn't hesitate. Gripping her head with both hands, I started thrusting deep and steady. The wet gluck-gluck sounds filled the tiny tent as my balls slapped her chin. Her throat bulged visibly each time I buried myself to the root. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight to my spine.

"Fuuuck, just like that. Swallow my dick, you dirty yoga slut." I sped up, face-fucking her with raw need. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the spit that coated everything. She reached between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through the thong, fingers circling her clit furiously.

I pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing cock. "On your back. Head hanging off the edge. I want to really use that pretty throat."

She scrambled into position, lying across the sleeping pad so her head dangled off the inflated pillow. Mouth open, tongue lolling, she looked wrecked and perfect. I straddled her face, feeding my slick cock back between her lips. Gravity helped me slide even deeper this time. Her throat opened completely, taking every inch until her lips kissed my base.

I fucked her mouth with long, powerful strokes. The angle let me watch her tits bounce with each thrust, her nipples begging to be pinched. She gagged wetly but never tapped out, just grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper, urging me on.

"Such a good cocksucker. Your throat feels like a hot, wet pussy." My pace turned brutal, hips snapping as I chased the edge. The tent shook around us. Sarah's muffled moans grew louder, desperate. Her fingers plunged into her dripping cunt now, two then three, fucking herself in rhythm with my cock destroying her face.

I reached down and pinched her nipples hard. That sent her over. She came with my dick lodged in her throat, body shaking, pussy squirting onto the sleeping bag with a messy splash. The contractions of her spasming throat milked me perfectly.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum. Swallow every drop, Sarah."

I buried myself to the hilt and erupted. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded straight down her throat. She choked a little but gulped greedily, eyes rolling back in pure ahegao bliss. When I finally pulled out, she coughed, cum and spit bubbling from her raw lips and running down her flushed cheeks.

We collapsed together, panting, tangled in the damp mess. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned up at me, voice raspy. "Best fucking yoga retreat ever. Next time... I want you to do that while I'm in full splits."

I laughed breathlessly and pulled her close, already feeling my cock twitch again against her thigh. The mountain night stretched quiet around our little tent, but inside, the heat between us was only getting started.