Student & Teacher: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Tangled in the Tent

The air in Vanessa's tent was thick with the scent of pine and sweat, the faint gurgle of the forest stream outside barely audible over her ragged breathing. She lay on the sleeping bag, her white silk robe splayed open, tits heaving as Ethan's tongue lapped at her pussy. Her clit throbbed under his hot, wet strokes, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the fabric beneath her. She'd kissed him thinking it was Greg--her husband, bathing in the stream--but the cock sliding into her cunt now was too big, too hard, too fucking familiar. "Greg?" she gasped, voice trembling, but Ethan's low growl--"You're my everything, Mrs. L"--shattered the illusion. Her student, balls-deep in her married pussy, was fucking her again.

She shoved at his chest, "Ethan--stop, get out!" but he thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, stretching her wet cunt 'til she moaned despite herself. Her robe fell away completely, leaving her naked--tits bouncing, nipples stiff, pussy clenching his dick. He sucked her tits, teeth grazing her nipples, and whispered, "You love this cock, don't you, you filthy slut?" Her mind screamed *no*--Greg could be back any second, Tyler asleep in the next tent--but her body betrayed her, hips rocking to meet him. "I'm married--my son's here!" she hissed, but he rizzed her hard, "I'd fuck you forever, Vanessa--you're mine." Her resistance cracked, pussy gushing as he pounded her, the tent walls trembling with each thrust.

He fucked her missionary for ten minutes, slow then fast, his balls slapping her ass, her moans slipping out louder than she meant. "Take this dick, you cheating whore," he growled, and she whimpered, "Fuck--harder," her guilt drowning in lust. She came hard, pussy pulsing, soaking his cock, and he grinned, pulling out, cum dripping from her cunt. He flipped her over--ass up, face down--and rammed back in, doggy-style, his hands gripping her hips. "No--please!" she begged, clawing the sleeping bag, but he fucked her relentless, 15 minutes of brutal thrusts, her ass jiggling, pussy creaming. "You're my dirty little teacher--I love you," he purred, flirting through her sobs, and she broke, moaning, "Fuck me, you bastard," cumming again as he blasted his load deep inside her.

She collapsed, panting, cum leaking down her thighs, when footsteps crunched outside--Greg, back from the stream. Ethan yanked his shorts up, diving behind a duffel bag as Greg unzipped the tent. Vanessa scrambled, pulling the robe shut, her pussy still throbbing, cum sticky on her skin. "You okay, babe?" Greg asked, towel around his waist, oblivious. "Yeah--just cold," she lied, voice shaky, Ethan's cum seeping into the sleeping bag beneath her. Greg crawled in, kissed her cheek, and passed out, snoring within minutes. Ethan slipped out, smirking, leaving her wrecked and guilty--*How the fuck do I keep letting him?*

Morning broke crisp and bright, the camp bustling with kids and parents. Vanessa avoided Ethan, sticking close to Greg and Tyler, her green tank top and khaki shorts still slutty but now stained with shame. She cooked breakfast--eggs and bacon over the fire--her hands trembling every time Ethan's voice carried from the crowd. He acted normal, joking with Tyler about video games, but his eyes stripped her bare, promising more. Greg, clueless, slapped his back, "Good kid, huh?" She nodded, forcing a smile, her pussy sore from his cock.

The day dragged--hiking, canoeing, Greg and Tyler laughing while Vanessa's mind replayed the tent: Ethan's dick splitting her open, her own moans haunting her. By dusk, the camp settled for a final night, the fire roaring again. Greg drank beer, Tyler played on his phone, and Vanessa shivered in a thin hoodie she'd thrown over her tank top, the cold biting her nipples stiff. Ethan joined them, casual as hell, but under the blanket they shared again, his hand found her thigh, creeping up slow. She whispered, "No--not again," but he grinned, "You loved it last night," fingers brushing her shorts' crotch, feeling her wet thong.

Greg got up to grab wood, Tyler zoned out, and Ethan unzipped her shorts, sliding two fingers into her cunt--hot, soaked, still tender. She bit her lip, muffling a moan, pushing at him under the blanket, but he pumped faster, whispering, "Cum for me, you slutty bitch." She did--hard, silent, juices coating his hand--hating herself as Greg returned, oblivious. Ethan pulled out, licking his fingers clean, smirking as she zipped up, trembling.

Later, Greg and Tyler hit the tents, and Vanessa lingered by the fire, claiming she needed air. Ethan stayed, the flames dying to embers, the forest dark and silent. "You're a fucking devil," she spat, but he stepped close, tugging her hoodie off, her tank top lifting to bare her tits. "And you're my horny angel," he rizzed, kissing her deep, tongue fucking her mouth. She shoved him, "My family's right there!" but he yanked her shorts down, thong with them, and bent her over a log, her ass up, pussy glistening in the firelight.

He fucked her standing--doggy, raw, 20 minutes of punishing thrusts, her tits swinging, her cries echoing into the trees. "Take this cock, you cheating cunt--I'd die for you," he growled, and she moaned, "Fuck me--ruin me," cumming so hard her legs buckled, his cum flooding her pussy again. He pulled out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she sank to the dirt, sobbing, "I'm faithful--I was faithful..." He dressed her, kissed her forehead, "You're mine now," and vanished into the dark.

She stumbled to the stream, washing his cum off, the cold water stinging her wrecked cunt. Back in the tent, Greg snored, Tyler slept, and she lay awake, pussy sore, mind spinning--her faithful life shattered by her student's dick. The trip ended at dawn, everyone packing up, normalcy a mask. Ethan waved goodbye, innocent to Greg, but his smirk promised more. Vanessa drove home, silent, her thong sticky with guilt, knowing she'd let him fuck her again--and craving it.