Camping With My Daughter’s Roommate

The stars above the northern state park burned sharper than any city sky I had seen in years. Black oak and hemlock crowded the campsite like silent witnesses, their needles whispering every time a night breeze cut through. My wife Helen had already zipped herself into her half of the double sleeping bag inside the pop-up camper, face turned away, breathing the deep, untroubled rhythm that told me she would not stir until long after dawn. Our two daughters, Amy and Emily, were somewhere down the narrow dirt path in the four-man dome tent they had insisted on, privacy their price for agreeing to this last family camping trip before college swallowed the rest of their summers.

And then there was Tara.

Amy’s roommate. Twenty-one, same as Amy, but built like something the forest itself had decided to gift me. Long dark hair that still held the scent of the shampoo she had used that morning, high firm breasts that strained against whatever thin top she wore, a waist I could nearly span with both hands, and an ass that made every pair of shorts she owned look indecent. She had never camped before. The first night she had shown up at the camper door wrapped in a blanket, bare feet silent on the cold ground, eyes wide with the kind of fear that was half real and half invitation.

“Mr. Bennett… I heard something. Please.”

I should have sent her back. I should have walked her to the girls’ tent and gone back to my own empty half of the bag. Instead I let her step inside, let the door close soft behind her, and felt the entire shape of the weekend tilt.

She was still shivering when I unzipped my bag enough to pull her against me under the pretense of shared warmth. Helen lay three feet away, dead to the world. Tara’s bare thigh slid across mine. The thin cotton of her panties was already damp. My cock, traitorously hard from the first second her scent hit me, pressed against the soft heat of her belly.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, though nothing about this was okay. “Just stay quiet.”

Her hand found me first. Fingers curled around the shaft through the thin fabric of my boxers, testing the thickness, the weight. A soft little gasp escaped her when she realized how hard I already was. Then she was pushing the waistband down, freeing me, and the cool night air kissed the wet head of my cock a second before her warm palm closed around it.

“God, it’s so big,” she breathed against my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I should have stopped her. Instead I reached between her legs, slid two fingers under the soaked cotton, and found her clit already swollen. She was dripping. The slick folds parted easily and I pushed one finger inside, then two, feeling the tight young cunt clench around the intrusion. Tara bit her lip hard enough that I heard the soft click of teeth. Her hips rolled, fucking herself on my fingers while she stroked me in the same rhythm.

Helen’s breathing never changed.

Tara climbed on top of me with the silent grace of someone who had planned every second. She yanked her panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit until it was coated in her juice. Then she sank. Inch by slow, stretching inch. The heat of her was shocking. She was tighter than anything I had felt in years, walls fluttering and gripping as she took me deeper. When her ass finally settled against my balls she stayed still, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine.

“Fuck me,” she mouthed. “Please. Quietly.”

I held her hips and thrust up. Short, controlled strokes so the camper bed wouldn’t creak too loud. Her cunt was a perfect, wet vise. Every time I bottomed out she made a tiny broken sound in the back of her throat. I could feel her getting wetter, the slick sounds of my cock sliding in and out almost louder than our breathing. She came first, sudden and hard, cunt clamping down in rhythmic pulses that nearly dragged me with her. I clamped a hand over her mouth and kept fucking through it, watching her eyes roll back in the faint starlight that filtered through the camper window.

When she sagged against me I rolled us carefully so I was on top, still buried to the hilt. Helen’s shoulder was close enough that I could have touched it. I fucked Tara harder then, deeper, the wet slap of skin muffled by the sleeping bag. She wrapped her legs around my waist and took every stroke, whispering filthy things against my ear.

“Fill me up, Mr. Bennett. I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow while I sit next to your wife.”

That did it. I buried myself as deep as I could and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her young cunt while her muscles milked every drop. The pleasure was so sharp my vision went white for a second. When I finally pulled out, a thick trickle of my load followed, sliding down the crack of her ass. She reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and fed it to me. Then she kissed me, sharing the taste, tongue sliding against mine while Helen slept on.

We cleaned up as best we could with a discarded T-shirt. Tara slipped back into her panties, now ruined, and I helped her out the door before first light. She looked back once, eyes still dark with lust, and mouthed, “More. Tonight.”

The rest of that first full day was torture. I watched Tara in tiny shorts that rode up every time she bent over, watched the way her nipples hardened under a thin tank top when the morning air hit them. Amy and Emily dragged her off on a hike to the waterfall. Helen stayed at camp reading. I found every excuse to walk past the girls’ tent, past the clearing where Tara had somehow managed to leave her wet panties draped over a low branch like a deliberate flag.

That night she came to the camper again after everyone else was asleep. This time she didn’t bother with the blanket. She was naked under a long sweater of Amy’s that barely covered her ass. The second the door closed she was on her knees, yanking my cock out and swallowing it to the root. Her throat was tight, wet, perfect. She gagged softly when I hit the back of it, but she didn’t pull off. Spit ran down her chin and onto her bare tits. I fucked her face with short thrusts, holding her hair, watching the way her eyes watered and still begged for more.

When I was close I pulled out and painted her tongue and lips. She licked every drop, then climbed onto the bed, presented her ass, and whispered, “Fuck my pussy until it can’t take any more.”

I did. Harder this time. The risk of Helen waking made every thrust sharper. Tara’s cunt was still full of the previous night’s load and it made wet, filthy sounds every time I slammed home. She came twice before I filled her again, grinding deep so nothing spilled until I pulled out and watched the thick white mess leak from her stretched hole. I pushed it back in with my fingers, then licked her clean, tasting myself mixed with her. She came a third time on my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.

We barely slept.

The second day Helen decided the girls should go into the nearest town for supplies and a little shopping. Amy, Emily, and Helen piled into the SUV. Tara claimed a stomachache and stayed behind. The second the dust settled on the road she was stripping in the middle of the campsite, completely naked under the open sky.

“Fuck me outside,” she said. “I want the trees to hear me.”

I bent her over the picnic table. Her tits pressed flat against the wood, ass high, cunt already glistening. I slid in with one long stroke and started pounding. The wet slap of my hips against her ass echoed through the trees. She reached back and spread herself wider, showing me everything—the stretched pink lips, the way my thick cock disappeared and reappeared shiny with her cream. I spanked her hard enough to leave handprints. She moaned louder.

“Harder, Daddy. Use me.”

I lost control. I fucked her like an animal, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming deep until my balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She came screaming, the sound bouncing off the trees. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Her legs went over my shoulders. I folded her nearly in half and railed her until she was babbling, eyes unfocused, cunt pulsing nonstop around me. When I came I stayed buried, flooding her again, then pulled out and watched the thick load pour out onto the wooden table. I scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back into her mouth. She sucked them clean, then begged for more.