Doggy in the tent

Boots left outside. Entrance zippered shut. The rain pattered the canvas. Laying on our sides. Locked eye to eye.

A few days ago a girl this attractive would have intimidated me, but after having sex twice, I was confident I was the best lover in the world.

I made the first move.

I pulled her face to mine. She smiled at the confidence then put her soft lips to mine. Her mouth opened, my tongue shot in.

Maybe I was too horny. Too aggressive. But she was hornier.

Her hands undid my jeans as we made out. Her hand dug it. Squeezed and jerked my cock. She wanted me hard as fast as possible.

In turn I squeezed her ass in her tight khaki shorts. She hummed in approval. “You like my ass?”

“Yeah…it’s nice,” I said, trying to talk while kissing.

“Every guy loves hitting it from the back. Do you want to hit it from the back?”

Not quite sure what she meant by “it”. Did she want me to put it in her ass? I didn’t want to look dumb by asking, so I just agreed. “Yeah. I do.”

She sat up. A huge grin covered her face as she dug into her pocket. She pulled out a handful of square packets. “Take your pants off. I have to put the condom on myself. It’s my rule. No one gets to enjoy my waterfall without a poncho.”

She ripped the wrapper to reveal the circle of latex inside. My first condom. Honestly I was relieved that she wanted to put it on herself. I wasn’t quite sure how to do it. My parents didn’t allow me to attend the public school’s sex ed program.

I pushed down my jeans and underwear in one motion. My dick stood hard and tall. The makeout and jerking had me at attention.

“Ooo you’re a big boy,” Mara cooed. She placed the circle at the head of my cock. She used her hand to stroke it down my dick, stretching the latex out, until it covered most of it. The rubber ring near my base pinched my shaft uncomfortably. I knew it was a joke when guys said sex felt better without a condom: I didn’t know they meant condoms hurt. I would just have to bear it. The feel of pussy again would be worth it.

Mara undid her khakis shorts, and got up on her knees and faced away so I could watch her pull them down her legs. Her ass was nicer than expected. Thick and round stretching out a pair of dark green undies that rode up her cheeks.

“Yeah you like that ass?”

I rubbed on her cheek and squeezed. “Oh yeah. It’s incredible.”

She dropped down to her hands and posed on all fours like a dog. She wiggled her ass. “Put it in.”

I lined up behind her. She wanted me to fuck her like a dog.

I needed her pussy. Blind desire and need took over. I gripped her panties. Instead of yanking them down her thighs, I pulled them to the side to revealing a plump cameltoe and asshole. My mouth watered.

Mara, impatient with horniness, reached back underneath her body and grabbed my dick. She tilted it down and pressed it to her entrance. I pushed in. She groaned. I gripped her hips and pushed in deeper.

I needed her pussy squeezing my cock. I thrusted in and out. Watching my cock the entire time. Seeing her pussy lips grip my shaft when I pulled out.

Mara, ever the counselor, began to coach.

“Smack my ass!”

“Harder!”

“Yes, make it sting!”

I left red handprints on her fine ass.

She growled and dropped down to her elbows. Giving my cock a new angle. I thrust in hard, still trying to get all the way in.

“Yessss!” She purred. “Pull my hair while you pound me like a bitch in heat.”

I gripped her thick dirty blonde braid. I pulled it back like the reins on a horse. Her torso lifted slightly with the pressure. She moaned. I kept pounding with the energy and stamina of an 18 year old.

My dick suddenly felt hot wet pussy. I slide in and out. Her juices flowed. I looked down at my cock. The condom was bunched by the ring near the base of my dick. It had ripped and no longer covered my dick.

Should I have stopped?

Probably.

But I couldn’t stop Mara’s moaning. Couldn’t end the sex because of an equipment mishap. I wasn’t in the right headspace to make a smart decision.

I continued to fuck. Nearing climax and sweet relief.

Even Mara was close, at least I thought she was. She kept saying Oh God over and over again.

I decided to use a technique I learned from the gymnast with the thick booty. I pressed a thumb to Mara’s asshole. Except my thumb slipped in.

Mara roared, “Oh fuuuuuuuck! Yes!!!!!”

She started backing her ass up and fucking me uncontrollably.

I had no option. I couldn’t pull out. I released myself inside her.

I groaned. She moaned.

I pumped her full of cum.

I prayed she didn’t notice.

When she released my dick from her pussy’s grip, I quickly rolled off the condom and tossed it outside to hide the evidence. I was too embarrassed to admit my mistake.

Mara pulled back up her shorts. She looked at the dark red ring indented into my cock. “I think you need a bigger sized condom. You should always keep some on you around here.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It was too tight.”

“Understatement of the year,” Mara laughed. “Go to the office. They have a stash for the staff. Go find some that fit and you can join me in my tent anytime.”

“Anytime?”

“Anytime,” she smiled.

I got out of the tent.

Eli sat on a stump, hooded rain jacked up. He heard the entire thing. I’m sure he at least had a crush on Mara, and he just listened to me pound her.

Without context, I said, “Sorry,” and left.

As I was walking, Cass pulled up on the Gator. “Where you headed?”

“The office. I gotta pick something up.”

“Hop in, I’ll take you there.”