The tent rustles softly. Kitchen tent, our sleeping spot. Middle position mine. Sandrine left, Nathalie right. Kids’ tents cluster close, like nosy neighbors. 23 hours. Briefing done. Everyone out cold. Half-hour ticks. Her hand slips under my duvet. Fingers graze my boxers. Cock twitches hard. She strokes. Slow. Firm. Head dives under fabric. Warm mouth engulfs me. Sucking quiet. Slurps muffled. I reach back. Palm her ass through cotton panties. Squeeze cheeks. Push fabric aside. Finger probes her wet pucker. She moans around my shaft. Hips buck silent. Full knuckle in. Rectum grips tight. Breaths ragged. Nathalie snores faint. Panic thrill. Can’t fuck here. Risk wake-up. Whisper: “Sanitary block. Now. For more than a finger in that tight ass.” She nods. Eyes wild.
I slip out. Heart hammers. Creep past tents. Moonlight filters leaves. Footsteps crunch dirt soft. Block looms dark. Door creaks open. Lock clicks. Wait. Five minutes drag. She enters. Tight gray capris hug legs. White cashmere turtleneck molds tits. Door shuts. Hiss. We crush lips. Tongues wet. Hands roam. “Want your ass,” I growl. She blushes. “First time. But yes.” Cab stall. Lock bolts. I drop boxers. Sit toilet seat cold. Turn her. Pull capris down thighs. Thong snaps aside. Cheeks spread. Pucker winks. Tongue laps. Circle. Probe. She gasps. “Oh fuck…” Hole blooms. Saliva drips. “Beg.” Voice shy-crude: “Fuck my ass. Cock deep in my shithole.”
The Contact
She squats slow. Ass cheeks part. Cockhead kisses ring. Push. Saliva lubes. Gland pops. “Hurts!” Tight squeeze. Inch by inch. Sphincter yields. Full hilt. Rectum hot. Walls mold shaft. She freezes. Pants. Then rocks. Hips grind. Faster. Up-down. Slaps wet. Muffled. Door rattles faint wind? Gutter drips. Light sliver under door—patrol? No. She rides hard. “Deeper, you slut.” “Yes, own my ass. Tell Nathalie I’m your anal whore.” Moans choke. Walls clench. I thrust up. Balls slap. Groin slick sweat. Her hole gapes loose now. Farts air. Obscene. “Cum in me.” Body locks. She howls low—stifled. Intestines milk. I blast. Rope after rope. Deep gut fill. Grunts animal. Collapse.
Ten minutes pant. Kiss neck sweat. She lifts slow. Plop. Cum leaks. Wipe. Pull up pants. Door creak out. Night air cool. Walk back silent. Hands brush. Lips meet tender. Heart thuds. Pass kids’ tents. Snore chorus. Slip in ours. Duvet zip. Nathalie shifts—eyes closed. Secret safe. More nights followed. Ass feasts in block. Once tent-fuck beside her. Risk electric. Camp ended. Love bloomed. Married now. Parents clueless. She begs still. Rectum creamed innocent face. Profound love. Deep.