Whore in the Rain

The rain hammered our little two-person tent like it wanted in. I zipped the flap shut behind us, heart slamming, because Sarah was already peeling off her soaked shirt. Her tits strained against a thin sports bra, nipples hard from the cold, and the old hunger hit me like a truck. We hadn't touched in two years, not since she left me for that prick in the city, but one stupid hiking trip with mutual friends and here we were—alone, dripping, breathing each other in.

"Still staring at my tits like you own them, Jake?" she whispered, voice husky, a smirk tugging her full lips. Water ran down her neck into her cleavage. "Some things never change."

I swallowed hard, cock already thickening in my wet shorts. "You knew what you were doing when you suggested we share this tent, Sarah. Don't play innocent."

She laughed low, stepping closer until her breasts brushed my chest. The scent of rain, sweat, and that same fucking vanilla lotion she always wore filled the tight space. "Innocent? Me? Baby, you used to call me your dirty little whore every time I begged you to fuck my throat."

The words lit a fuse. I grabbed her hips, yanking her against me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and desperate. She moaned into my mouth, grinding her pussy against the bulge in my shorts. My hands slid under her bra, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she gasped and arched.

"God, Jake... I missed this cock." Her fingers worked my zipper fast, shoving my shorts down. My dick sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow and tight. "Look at you. So fucking hard for me already."

I spun her around, bending her forward onto the sleeping bag. The tent was small, our bodies filling every inch, rain pounding the nylon like a drum. I yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough tug, exposing her bare ass and the glistening pink slit of her pussy. She was soaked, lips puffy and shining.

"Fuck, you're dripping," I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to make it jiggle. She yelped, then pushed back, spreading her knees wider on the thin mat.

"Your whore's cunt is always ready for you," she panted, looking back over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust. "Stick it in. Don't tease me, Jake. I need it deep."

I didn't wait. Grabbing my cock, I rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating it in her cream, then slammed in balls-deep. Her walls clenched around me like velvet fire. Sarah cried out, fingers clawing the sleeping bag.

"Oh shit—yes! Fuck me like you hate me."

I started pounding her hard, the wet slap of skin echoing inside the tent. Each thrust made her juicy ass ripple. I reached around, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles while I railed her. She was loud, moaning and cursing with every stroke.

"Harder, you bastard! Make your whore cum on that big dick!"

Her pussy started fluttering, squeezing me rhythmically. I felt her thighs shake. I spanked her again, then gripped her hips and drove faster, the head of my cock battering her cervix. Rain and thunder masked her screams as she came, gushing around my shaft, juices running down my balls.

I pulled out, breathing ragged, cock glistening with her cum. "On your back. I want to see your face when I fill you."

She flipped over fast, legs spreading wide, tits bouncing free as she tore off the bra. Her pussy looked wrecked—red, open, dripping. I climbed between her thighs and sank back in, this time slower, grinding deep so her clit rubbed my pubic bone.

"Look at me," I ordered. Her eyes locked on mine, mouth open in a silent moan. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, feeling every ripple inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass.

"I'm such a slut for you," she gasped between thrusts. "Even after all this time... I'd let you fuck me anywhere. In front of the whole fucking camp if you wanted."

That dirty talk sent me over. I felt my balls tighten. I leaned down, sucking one of her nipples hard while I hammered her pussy. She came again, back arching, nails raking my back, screaming my name into the storm.

"Cum inside me, Jake! Fill your whore up!"

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. Pulse after pulse, until it leaked out around my cock and smeared her thighs. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat mixing with rain that had snuck under the tent edge.

Finally I rolled off, pulling her against my chest. She traced lazy circles on my stomach, my softening dick still twitching.

"Think the others heard?" she asked with a wicked little laugh.

I kissed her damp forehead. "If they did, they'll know exactly what kind of hike this turned into."

She squeezed my cock playfully. "Good. Maybe tomorrow night I'll let you fuck my ass in the woods. Your favorite whore still has a few tricks."

Outside, the rain eased into a soft patter. Inside, the heat between us was only getting started.