Mark and I go camping every year. This last summer we went on about a 15 mile hike. Its not enough to be completely away from the world, but its enough that we don’t usually see many other hikers. At the trail head, we met two good looking girls who were also there for the 4 day weekend. Usually the only girls who you see hiking that far are really granola, but these two had been best friends for years and always did car camping and wanted to try an actual hike. I could hardly pry Mark away from them. He and Christie seemed to really hit it off. Melanie was just as good looking, but far quieter. We told them where we would make our camp and made tentative plans to maybe have dinner. We headed up the trail and for the first 2 miles, it was all Mark could talk about. 

We made good time and were setting up our tent by 5 pm. Mark had kept his eyes open for the two college girls, but it wasn’t until just before dark that they walked past our camp. Mark said hi, but they seemed too exhausted to want to stop. They were still setting up their tent when we went to sleep. That night, a little rain storm blew through the mountains. I had just bought a new 4 man tent and it was great. The next morning, everything was as dry as a bone and we got up and started to make breakfast. Mark decided he was going to go and say good morning to his new friends. I just laughed and set up a little cook fire to warm up. It wasn’t long until the three of them showed up to sit by the fire. Both girls were wet and hovered close to the fire. Melanie sat next to me, but was focused on the warmth of the fire. I almost asked how they slept, but the miserable looks on their faces showed everything. I said, “Go get your stuff and we can warm it up and dry out your sleeping bags before tonight.” 

Mark and I were helping with their stuff and I saw why they were soaked. They had just a small cheap tent that is fine for backyard camping, but not much of for waterproofing. When we got back to our camp, we set their things out in the sun. Christie asked if she could change into some dry clothes in our tent. When I said yes, Melanie decided it was a good idea and the both of them went into my tent. A few minutes later, both girls had clean dry clothes on and laid their wet clothes out to dry also. Christie said, “You have a nice tent.” Before I could say anything, Mark said, There’s probably room for all 4 of us in there. It’s supposed to maybe rain again tonight. 

Christie smiled and said, “You sure you don’t mind?” Giving Mark a dirty look, I said, sure. The rest of the evening moved on quite nicely and soon we were loading their sleeping bags into the tent. Being warmed from the campfire, we all went to bed warm and dry. The moon was out and fortunately there looked like there would be no rain. Sleep came quickly and I was tired. 

I was sleeping contentedly when something woke me up. I opened my eyes and turned my head. Someone was moving in the tent. The light of the moon barely penetrated my tent, but I could see Mark on his knees and Christie’s legs up on his shoulders. I didn’t make a sound. They were fucking in my tent. She was silent but her breath said everything. Soon she was breathing faster and faster and suddenly she was holding her breath and squirming as Mark silently fucked her. Sucking in her breath she finally resumed breathing. Then, as if nothing had happened, they both slipped back into their sleeping bags. 

The next morning, they got up as if nothing had happened. They went for walks by themselves and left me and Melanie to ourselves. We visited a little, and although she seemed shy at first, she was really quite sweet. 

That night, it was raining and I was glad to have bought the tent I had. Acting like I was asleep, I watched. As soon as Melanie and I were asleep, or so they thought, Christie slipped out of her sleeping bag and into Marks. She silently rode on him and he held her breasts as she hopped up and down on his shaft. They fucked for quite a while and although I didn’t see or hear anything to signify that they had had an orgasm, she slipped off of him and back to her sleeping bag. They were both snoring quite contentedly in no time. I of course had a huge hard-on and couldn’t get to sleep. I almost started when I felt a hand start to unzip my sleeping bag. I sat up thinking Christie hadn’t had enough. A hand clamped over my face and I heard Melanie whisper, “If they can do it, I don’t see why we can’t.” I sat up and felt her body with my hands. 

She had already slipped out of her clothes. I quickly slid my boxers down. She quietly moved over me and I leaned back. Her hand felt down my torso to my cock where she positioned herself. Feeling her wet pussy slide down over the head of my cock in the rainy dark was almost enough to make me explode right there. I felt her slide down all the way to my balls and then press her breasts against my chest. We found a quiet rhythm in the dark and soon Melanie was the one holding her breath as I lifted her ass and dropped her over and over on my hard cock. She clasped her hands around my neck and rode me until she couldn’t help but whimper. That did it. I pumped her up and down on my cock until her whimpering ceased in a ragged breath holding by the both of us. She collapsed against me and for just a minute, we felt each other’s every breath. Shakily, she got off of me and crawled back into her sleeping bag. 

The next night when I got into my sleeping bag, I found a pair of panties and bra. I had an instant hard on. Mark and Christie had been out by themselves most of that day and went straight to sleep. After about a half hour when I was sure they were asleep, I unzipped my sleeping bag and quietly slid over to Melanie. As I started to unzip her bag, she stirred. She whispered, I didn’t think you’d gotten my message. I rubbed my cock over her ass. She responded by a quiet little Mmmmmm and then crawled up on her knees. I could barely see her in the moonlight, but what I saw was angelic. Reaching around, I cupped her sexy C cup breasts and again brushed my hard cock against her ass. Leaning forward, she kept her ass in the air. I let her breasts go reluctantly, and grabbed her hips and probed around in the dark for that pussy.

 I was rewarded by her spreading her knees even farther apart as I made contact with her wetness. I moved my knees directly inside of hers and pushed forward, pushing my cock head deep up inside of her tight but well lubricated cunt. I leaned back ramrod straight as I pulled and thrust against her hips. She gripped her sleeping bag and held her ground as I started thrusting a bit harder. We were trying to be quiet, but we went from slow rhythmic deep penetration to out and out fucking. We were both silent, but urgent as our bodies demanded sexual satisfaction. She whimpered, ‘harder… Oh my god… right there… oh yes, keep fucking me’ Burying her face in her sleeping bag, the rest was incoherent as she held on for the ride of her life. Taking that as my signal, I pounded my cock into her with a vengeance until it was all I could do to keep from roaring as I exploded load after load of cum into that raised up pussy. After catching my breath, I slid out of her and watched her collapse into her bag.