Tent Tension
The rain drummed hard against the nylon roof of our little two-man tent, turning the forest into a wet, whispering world. I lay on my back in the sleeping bag, heart hammering, while my fitness trainer Jake knelt between my spread thighs, his big hands already sliding my soaked shorts down my legs. The air inside smelled of damp earth, pine, and the sharp musk of our sweat after a long day on the trail. Tension had been building for weeks—every correction of my form at the gym, every lingering touch on my hips, every late-night text about tomorrow’s hike. Now, miles from anyone, it was finally snapping.
“Fuck, Mia, you’ve been teasing me all day,” Jake growled low, his voice barely above the patter of rain. He peeled my panties aside, eyes locked on my glistening pussy. “Look at you. So wet already. That little clit’s practically begging.”
I bit my lip, cheeks burning even as my hips lifted toward him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock stretching me… every time you spotted me on the bench press. Please, Jake. I need it now.”
He didn’t waste time. His thick fingers parted my slick folds, two of them sinking deep into my tight heat in one smooth push. I gasped, the wet sound of my pussy sucking around his knuckles loud in the confined space. Outside, thunder rolled, masking my soft moan as he curled those fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside me until my thighs trembled.
“Shhh,” he whispered, grinning down at me, his free hand covering my mouth gently. “We gotta stay quiet. Campers might hear how much of a slut you are for your trainer’s fingers.” His thumb circled my swollen clit in lazy, torturous loops, matching the slow rhythm he set with his hand. The tent felt smaller, hotter, every breath shared between us.
我贴着他的手掌疯狂点头，眼睛扑闪。雨声的稳定节奏和他手指在我湿淋淋的小穴里抽插发出的淫靡水声混在一起。他又加了一根手指，把我撑得更开，我弓起身子，奶子紧顶着运动胸罩。“天哪……Jake，你的手指好舒服。再深一点……求你了。”
He leaned down, breath hot on my neck, and replaced his hand with his mouth. Our kiss was messy, hungry—tongues sliding, teeth nipping. I reached between us, palming the massive bulge in his hiking shorts. His cock twitched hard under my touch, already leaking pre-cum that soaked through the fabric.
“Want this inside you?” he murmured against my lips, grinding his hips so the thick ridge rubbed my clit. “Tell me how bad.”
“So fucking bad,” I breathed, tugging at his waistband. “I’ve dreamed about your big dick splitting my pussy open out here. Fuck me, Jake. Make me cum on it.”
He shoved his shorts down, freeing his heavy cock. It slapped against my belly—thick, veined, the head flushed dark and glistening. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly, feeling it throb. With one hand he guided the fat head to my entrance, rubbing it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. Then he pushed.
The stretch was perfect, burning in the best way as inch after inch sank into my greedy pussy. I whimpered into his shoulder, nails digging into his back. The rain intensified, drowning out the wet slap of his hips meeting mine as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against my ass.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he groaned, holding still for a moment so I could feel every pulse. “Like your cunt was made for me.”
He started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every ridge inside me. The tent filled with our ragged breathing and the quiet, filthy sounds of sex: the slick glide of his shaft, my pussy lips gripping him, the soft creak of the sleeping pad beneath us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper.
“Harder,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I want to feel you tomorrow on the trail.”
Jake’s pace changed, turning steady and powerful. He hooked one of my knees over his elbow, opening me wider, and drove in with long, deliberate strokes that made my tits bounce. Each thrust nudged my cervix, sending sparks up my spine. I clenched around him, the pressure building fast.
He flipped us suddenly, staying buried inside. Now I was on top, straddling his lap in the cramped space, my head brushing the tent ceiling. Rain lashed the walls as I began to ride him, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. His hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, one finger teasing my tight little hole back there.
“Ride that cock, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make when you’re close.”
I bounced faster, the wet smack of my pussy swallowing him echoing softly. My breath hitched with every plunge, his thick dick hitting new angles that made my toes curl. Jake thrust up to meet me, one hand slipping between us to pinch my clit. The dual sensation sent me over—my walls fluttered, then clamped down hard as I came, biting his neck to muffle my cry. Hot waves rolled through me, juices flooding his balls.
But he wasn’t done. He kept me moving through my orgasm, slowing the rhythm to long, sensual glides that prolonged every aftershock. “Good girl… give me another one. I love how your pussy milks me.”
We shifted again, this time spooning on our sides. He entered me from behind, one strong arm wrapped around my waist, the other hand cupping my breast. The position let him grind deep and slow, his cock stirring my sensitive walls while his fingers rolled my nipple. The rain softened to a drizzle, letting us hear every tiny gasp, every wet squish as he fucked me tenderly.
“Jake… I’m gonna cum again,” I panted, pushing back against him.
“Do it. Cum all over my dick.”
His pace quickened just enough, the head of his cock rubbing that perfect spot relentlessly. I shattered a second time, pussy pulsing around his thickness, a fresh gush of cream coating him. He groaned low, hips stuttering, and finally let go—hot ropes of cum painting my insides, filling me until it leaked out around his shaft.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his softening cock still nestled in my creamy pussy. The tent smelled of sex and rain.
“Rest up,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. “We’ve got all night… and I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
CATEGORIES: [In the Tent, Trainer, Big Cock, Wet Pussy, Passionate Sex, Rough sex, Anal]