Tent Licks Under the Stars

The zipper of our tiny two-person tent hissed shut behind us, sealing in the thick summer heat and the sharp smell of pine. My cock was already half-hard just from watching Jenna’s ass sway in those tight hiking shorts all day. Now, stretched out on the thin sleeping pad with only a sliver of moonlight cutting through the mesh roof, the air between us crackled with weeks of built-up tension. We’d been talking about trying new things on this trip, and tonight I wanted to taste every inch of her.

“God, I’m so fucking wet already,” Jenna whispered, her voice husky as she kicked off her boots. She peeled her tank top over her head, full tits bouncing free, nipples tight from the cool night air. “You’ve been staring at me like you want to eat me since the trailhead. So do it, Mark. I want your mouth on my pussy.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough tug, the fabric catching on her thick thighs before sliding off. Her scent hit me instantly—sweet, musky, pure woman. Jenna spread her legs wide, knees bent, hiking boots still half-laced beside us. The sleeping bag rustled loudly as I settled between her thighs, my shoulders pressing her open.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growled, running my thumbs along her slick folds. Her pussy was shaved smooth except for a tiny landing strip, lips puffy and glistening. I dragged my tongue up the length of her slit in one long, slow lick, savoring the tart burst of her juices.

Jenna’s hips jerked. “Oh shit… yes. Right there. Lick my clit, baby. I’ve been thinking about your tongue all damn day.”

I flattened my tongue and circled her swollen clit, slow and firm, then sucked it between my lips with a wet pop. She tasted incredible—salty-sweet, addictive. I licked lower, pushing my tongue inside her tight hole, fucking her with it while my nose rubbed her clit. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth on her cunt filled the tent. Jenna grabbed fistfuls of my hair, grinding against my face.

“Don’t stop… fuck, you’re so good at that. Deeper, Mark. Eat my pussy like you mean it.”

I groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. I slid two fingers into her soaked cunt, curling them against that spongy spot while I attacked her clit with fast, hungry licks. Her juices coated my chin, dripping down to the sleeping pad. Jenna’s breathing turned ragged, little gasps and whimpers escaping every time I sucked harder.

“Shit, I’m gonna come… don’t you dare stop licking me. Oh god, I’m right there—”

Her thighs clamped around my head as she came, pussy pulsing and gushing against my tongue. I kept licking through it, slower now, drawing out every shudder until she was panting and laughing breathlessly.

“Jesus… your face is a mess,” she said, voice shaky with aftershocks. She pushed me onto my back, the tent too small for anything graceful. My cock sprang up, rock-hard and leaking. Jenna straddled my chest, then scooted forward until her dripping pussy hovered right over my mouth again.

“Round two. I want to ride your tongue this time.”

I gripped her juicy ass, pulling her down onto my face. She rocked her hips, smearing her wet folds across my lips and nose while I licked and sucked like a man starved. The taste of her fresh orgasm was even stronger now. I thrust my tongue deep, then flicked her clit in rapid strokes. Jenna’s tits bounced above me as she rode harder, one hand braced on the tent pole, the other pinching her own nipple.

“Fuck yes… lick my cunt, Mark. Make me come on your face again. I love feeling your tongue inside me like that.”

Her second orgasm hit faster. She ground down hard, smothering me in slick heat while her pussy fluttered and clenched. I swallowed every drop, my own cock throbbing painfully against my stomach. When she finally slid off, gasping, I flipped her onto all fours in the cramped space. The sleeping bags bunched beneath us.

I knelt behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide. Her pussy was swollen, shiny with spit and cum. I dove in again from behind, licking long stripes from her clit all the way up to her tight little asshole. Jenna moaned loud enough I worried the whole campsite could hear.

“Dirty boy… you’re licking my ass too? God, that feels so fucking good. Keep going.”

I alternated—long licks through her dripping slit, then stiff tongue circling her puckered hole while my fingers pumped her pussy. The combination had her shaking. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough. Jenna pushed back against my face, chasing the pleasure.

“I’m gonna come again… fuck, I’m coming on your tongue—yes!”

Her whole body tensed, pussy squirting a little against my chin as she shattered for the third time. I couldn’t wait anymore. I rose up, lined my aching cock with her spasming cunt, and slammed in deep in one thrust. The wet slap of our bodies echoed inside the tent.

“Shit, you’re so tight after you come,” I grunted, pounding her hard. Jenna pushed back to meet every stroke, ass rippling.

“Fill me up, Mark. I want your cum deep in my pussy while I’m still twitching.”

I gripped her hips, fucking her faster, the wet sounds of her soaked cunt obscene. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I railed her. Another orgasm ripped through her, milking my cock so perfectly I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself to the balls and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her.

We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky tangle, breathing hard. Jenna turned her head, grinning with that satisfied, filthy smile I loved.

“Best new thing we’ve tried yet,” she whispered, kissing me so she could taste herself on my lips. “Tomorrow night I’m sitting on your face again. Deal?”

I laughed, already feeling my spent cock twitch at the thought.

“Deal. I’ll lick that sweet pussy anytime you want.”

Outside, crickets chirped and the forest stayed quiet, none the wiser to how thoroughly I’d devoured my girlfriend under the thin nylon roof.