Deb and I drove up from Miami to camp in the Blue Ridge Mountains. We rolled into one of those neat little mountain towns full of people who looked like they charged extra just to smile. It felt like they clocked us the second we got out of the car: two outsiders, degenerates, fornicators, libertines, perverts who’d come all the way up here just to use their local woods for our animal, libidinous fantasies and commit every intolerable sin and indecency in the book. I can’t swear that’s what they were thinking (maybe the whole town just had a collective stomachache that day), but if it was, they weren’t entirely wrong. That annoyed the hell out of Deb. She had plenty of filthy plans for the trip, sure, but she still wanted to project “nice girl.” Unfortunately, I can’t read minds the way she can. She spent hours muttering about “those judgmental assholes.” Every time I tried to tell her it was nothing, she’d snap:

“Of course it is. Why else would they treat us like that? Mac, you’re so naïve. How do you not see it?”

I honestly didn’t see any reason for them to think that about us. We looked like any other couple. Maybe they were from a planet where a closed face means hospitality and showing your teeth is a threat display. Thinking about it, that actually tracks. What do animals do when they’re pissed off? They show their teeth…

We bought food in town and took a winding dirt road full of climbs, drops, and switchbacks. The campground sat deep in the mountains, trees everywhere. The only building was a little wooden cabin where the owners lived. When we arrived a group of kids was packing up to leave. After they drove off it was just us. Beautiful sunny day. We pitched the tent and hung around talking. It didn’t take long for the perfect sunny day to cloud over, then turn rainy. And the warm day turned cold. Neither of us had brought an umbrella or rain gear, so the only option was the tent.

We couldn’t stop shivering. To make it worse the tent had a leak. I had to climb out, stretch a tarp over the top, then crawl back in and find Deb already naked.

“My clothes are soaked and so are yours. Take them off or everything’s going to get wet!”

We were still shaking with cold. Luckily I’d brought a blanket. Her lips were already turning blue. I fought to dig the blanket out of the pack while she hugged me from behind instead of helping. Finally we stretched out on the air mattress and spooned under the covers to share body heat. Little by little she warmed up. She’s got that soft, marked-out body, big but proportional tits, the same with her ass, zero extra fat on her stomach. The only downside to spooning her is that curly hair in my face. Outside, right outside, the hard rain and wind sounded like a horror movie. The tent shook like it was about to tear apart any second. Night fell, and the lightning only fed the fear.

“Mac!”

“What?”

“Did you stake the tent down good?”

“Of course.”

“You sure? I can feel it moving!”

“I feel it too. It’s the wind.”

“I’m really scared, Mac!”

“It’s fine. Nothing’s going to happen.”

I was terrified too, but I had to be the man. Couldn’t show panic. I don’t know what time it was when the rain finally eased. Felt like forever. The wind dropped until all that was left was the steady drip of water falling from the trees onto the tarp. I was almost asleep when I felt her press tighter against me.

“Mac…”

“Hmm?”

“Fuck me?”

Sleep got shot dead on the spot. Usually, I’m the one pushing for it, and she’s the one playing hard to get.

“A few minutes ago, I was scared of dying,” she said, turning to face me, her voice dropping into a thick, hungry whisper. “I think I just found out fear makes me horny. Haha. Fuck me, Mac… fuck me good.”

“I’m wiped right now.”

“You sure?” she asked in that little-girl voice, already shifting on the air mattress.

It was too dark to see anything, only feel. A second later her mouth was on my cock, no hesitation at all. Instinctively, I rolled onto my back. Under the blanket, I felt her head bobbing, her mouth wet and messy, sucking me down, making those little wet sounds. My hand followed the heat of her body and found her ass right next to my head. Fingers slid into a pussy that was already swollen and dripping.

I still don’t get why she bothers acting like the good girl when her real talent is pure filth.

“Still tired, baby?” she asked, giving me one of those clumsy handjobs from someone who’s never quite figured out what a dick is for.

“Mmm… yeah.”

“Then why are you teasing my cunt with those fingers? You’re just making her hungrier.”

“Dirty girl.”

Before I could react, she swung a leg over and dropped that soaked pussy right onto my mouth with a little force. I couldn’t see it, but I knew her ass jiggled with the impact. She smeared my mouth, my nose, everything. Easy to find the hard little nub in the middle. My tongue went to work. Suddenly she stopped sucking.

“Oh god…”

Her hand clenched around my balls without realizing it while her body twisted on top of me.

“Fuck, that feels good… ah…”

Pitch black. Couldn’t see a thing. The dark only sharpened everything else: the dry sound of her panting breath, the taste of wet pussy mixed with the smell of rain, the soft bare skin sliding against mine.

She ground on my face until she suddenly lifted her hips.

“Enough, or I’m gonna come. Stop being lazy and fuck me.”

“Then sit on it.”

“Sit on it, my ass. You know I don’t like doing the work.”

“Lazy.”

“Fine.”

I felt her move. Her hand grabbed my cock to line it up, then she sank down. In the dark, I only understood she’d turned around when my hands found her ass.

She knows I don’t last long with the fantasy of fucking hard. She knows I have no patience, so she just rolls her hips, rubbing on me. I have to force the thrust with my hands, and she says:

“If you want to fuck, get on top.”

“Brat. Fine. Lie down. I’m going to wreck that pussy.”

She stretched out beside me, and I climbed over her, feeling the heat of her body. Hard to believe we’d been freezing not long before.

Her legs opened for me. Deb is ridiculously flexible. I hooked her feet onto my shoulders and pulled her thighs against my chest until there was no space left between us. When I leaned down to kiss her, her mouth was hot and hungry, tongue twisting with mine in a fever. Her cunt was soaked, dripping heat that felt perfect against the cold night. Blind in the dark, no hands needed, my cock slid straight into that tight heat.

“Ahhh, ahh,” A muffled moan against my mouth, nails digging into my back.

It’s crazy how Deb transforms once sex starts. During the day she’s hard, wants to run everything, makes faces and gets pissed over nothing. The second you put your cock in her, that rigid shell melts completely. She goes soft, completely given over, open to whatever you want. Like the built-up lust cracks her pride right down the middle. I think that’s why she resists so hard at first; she knows once desire takes over, she loses control of everything.

And one of the things she loses total control of is how wet she gets. Every thrust made that wet, rhythmic slap of skin fill the tent, almost drowning out the storm outside. She slicked everything up without even trying. I should have gone easy so it didn’t turn into a mess, but watching that tough woman fall apart under me made me fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

“Mac, I’m gonna come, Mac, go slower, baby, ahh, I’m gonna soak everything”

So, I slowed down, deep and steady, feeling every hot fold grip me. Her moans dropped to broken little breaths. She tried to roll her hips faster, but with her legs pinned up on my shoulders, the angle didn’t help.

“Fuck it, Mac, just fuck me, FUCK ME HARD”

How do you say no to that? I was dying to go hard again. I started slamming into her, feeling the tremor run through her body with every impact.

“Ah, ah, shit, how am I supposed to clean this up later? Ah, fuck it, just fuck me”

“Hold on,” I said.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I pulled off her almost by force. Her hands grabbed my arms in panic, and when I started to pull out, she tried to lock her legs around my hips, but she didn’t have the strength to keep me.

“What’s wrong, baby? Come back, you sexy bastard”

“Turn over.”

“Huh?”

“On your stomach.”

In total darkness, there was only the sound of her body sliding on the air mattress and her uneven breathing. I felt my way along her curves. Hands up her warm thighs until I had that firm ass. I squeezed hard, gave it a sharp smack that cracked in the tent, then slipped a finger into the heat between. Not sure if it was the front or the back hole, but the way she jerked told me everything.

“Ah, you dirty fuck, stop teasing, Maaac”

No more delay. I dropped onto her, pulled her hair back just enough to bare her neck, and shoved my cock into the first wet, hot hole I found. She didn’t complain, so I figured I hit the right one. Or at least the right one for the moment; it was deliciously tight.

“Ah, you filthy bastard”

After that, she went quiet. Even the moans disappeared, just a breath locked in her throat. I know Deb; when she goes completely silent, the orgasm is millimeters away. I should have eased up to avoid the mess, but the smell of her skin, the smothering heat under the blanket, and the grip of that cunt owned me completely. One of her hands dug nails into my thigh, announcing the storm.

It hit exactly like that. Hot jets of fluid sprayed out, soaking our thighs, the mattress, the blanket in a full eruption. Her whole body spasmed under me. The problem is when she comes that hard, the lust drops right after, so I had to finish before she told me to get off. I drove the last hard thrusts into that flooded heat, and in a few strokes I emptied everything inside her.

We stayed like that for a while, just listening to our heavy breathing mix with the wind outside.

“Baby… you’re crushing me,” she panted, giving my leg a little slap.

I rolled off and pulled her onto my chest.

“How do you feel?” I asked, stroking her sweaty back.

“I feel fucking amazing. I just came all over the entire tent. Hahaha. I just have no idea how we’re going to clean this up tomorrow in the cold…”

We fell asleep soon after, facing each other, body heat keeping the mountain chill away, legs tangled, hands laced, foreheads touching.