Stuck in the Middle with You

"C'mon, it will be fun," urged my girlfriend Emma. She was trying to convince me to go along on a camping trip with her parents. Both her Mom and Dad were cool but the idea of spending an entire week sharing a campsite with them was less than appealing. "It will be great, really. We'll have our own tent and we can zip our sleeping bags together," she teased with an impish grin on her face.

"Wait a minute, your parents won't even let us share a bed. What makes you think they'll let us share a tent?" I asked. On the occasional night I had crashed at Emma's, I was always relegated to a sad pull-out couch in the basement even though I was pretty sure her parents knew we were banging regularly. I guess it was one thing to know your daughter was shagging her boyfriend, but another to encourage her to do it under your roof.

"I asked them outright if we could share a tent and both Mom and Dad said it would be fine," she replied, "I think they're just happy to have me join them one more time and believe it or not, they kind of like you. You must be growing on them. Also, I think they wouldn't mind their own space as Dad was getting a bit frisky with Mom in the kitchen yesterday."

Hmm, I was surprised by the news of having our own tent but happy to hear it regardless. The idea of spending seven nights alone in a tent with my hot girlfriend did have a certain appeal. She was going anyway so it was either stay home and jerk off, or join Emma and her parents with the promise of some raunchy, but quiet, action in our tent at night. "Okay, count me in but prepare to be ravished," I warned.

"Deal! Thanks Adam, this is going to be so much fun. I can't wait to show you around Lost Lake," Emma happily replied. I was already chubbing up thinking about sleeping naked with Emma in the wilderness. She was as horny and adventurous as I was and we couldn't seem to get enough of each other.

I arrived at Emma's house the following Saturday morning as arranged. The plan was to travel north with her parents where they had a reservation at a popular campground at Lost Lake. The trip was an annual tradition for the Taylors but this would be the first time I was joining them. I liked both Mr and Mrs Taylor and we generally got along, but at the same time they were understandably protective of Emma and I sensed, worried that we might be moving too fast. I appreciated their wariness but frankly I was hot for their daughter's sweet pussy and that wasn't about to change.

Grant Taylor was Emma's Dad. He was a good looking guy with blue eyes, salt and pepper shorter hair, a darker bushy moustache, and what seemed to be a persistent five o'clock shadow covering his square jaw. Other than a slight but muscular paunch, he was in great shape with big beefy arms and solid legs, likely due in part to his job as a general contractor. I always felt a bit intimidated around Mr Taylor given his rough and burly exterior but he was friendly to me and we got along great. His wife Caroline was less outgoing than Mr Taylor but pleasant to me and a caring mother to Emma. She looked like an older version of Emma with long blond hair and an impressive rack, not that I noticed... much.

Mr Taylor had already loaded up the back of their Ford pickup with their gear and car-top boat so it was a simple matter of tossing in my duffel bag and we were off. Mr Taylor drove with Mrs Taylor in the front passenger seat and Emma and I in the rear cab. "Have you been to Lost Lake before Adam?" asked Mrs Taylor.

"No Mrs Taylor, I've heard a lot about it but never had the chance to camp there. My family used to go to Lake Sirena but we haven't camped for a few years now," I answered.

"Oh wonderful, I think you'll love it. It's a great lake for swimming, fishing and hiking and the campsites are big and private. Grant and I have been going there for almost 25 years now."

"It sounds great Mrs Taylor. Emma's always talking about Lost Lake so I'm looking forward to seeing it for myself, although I might be a bit rusty when it comes to camping," I admitted.

"That's no problem Adam, we'll be happy to show you the ropes if you need any refreshing," she offered. I smiled over at Emma who was nodding in agreement with a playful expression on her face. Emma was certainly good at 'showing me the ropes'. Just last weekend, when my parents were out for the day, she had tied me naked to my bed. This was about the third time we had experimented with bondage and with my eyes covered and my arms tied to the bedposts, she had teased the fuck out of me with an oil massage from head to toe. With my legs bent at the knees and my rigid cock leaking precum onto my stomach, she had worked the oil around my balls, taint, and teased my ass. Emma always seemed to know intuitively what drove me crazy. After nearly an hour of her relentless teasing, she had started to stroke me in earnest with a firm grip on my greased cock as she slid her finger into my tight ass and rubbed my prostate. Needless to say, I shot a huge load on my chest. We didn't have time to switch roles with my parents due home soon but I might have a chance to practice my knot skills in the tent this coming week. I was glad we still an hour or so in the car to give my hard-on a chance to settle down.

We eventually arrived at the campground and Mrs Taylor was right, it was beautiful. Our campsite was on its own point of land overlooking the lake with a stunning view. Apparently, this was their favorite site and they camped here whenever they could reserve it. We quickly unloaded the truck and started to set up. Mr Taylor did most of the heavy work while Mrs Taylor organized the cooking tent. Emma and I selected a location for our pup tent on the opposite side of the site. Mr Taylor noticed us laying out the tent and cautioned us that the site sloped towards our tent so we may want to pick somewhere higher up, closer to their tent. With privacy in mind, Emma said it should be fine as she had checked her phone and there was no rain in the forecast plus they could easily move it if they needed to. Mr Taylor was unconvinced but let us get back to setting up in our selected location.

It wasn't long before everything was done and Emma and I took turns changing into our swim suits in our tent, and headed down the slope to the beach to have a swim. Mr and Mrs Taylor seemed happy to park themselves in their camping chairs and read with Mr Taylor opening a 'reward beer' and Mrs Taylor sipping a glass of wine. I followed Emma's sexy bikini-clad ass down the hill as we raced into the warm water.

We enjoyed beautiful weather for the first few days and we were all looking tanned and rested. For our part, Emma and I spent our days swimming, cycling, hiking, or chilling on the beach. I even went fishing with Mr Taylor a couple mornings in their car-top boat. It was a great way to explore the lake while we tried to catch dinner. In the evening, we'd usually gather around the campfire and talk, play games, or roast marshmallows. Typically we'd have a beer or two, and Emma and I would often sneak off to smoke a joint under the guise of 'a walk'. Smoking made both of us horny as fuck and by the time we hit our tent, we couldn't wait to strip down and explore each other's bodies. It didn't cool down much at night so we'd often end up lying on top of our sleeping bag naked while we fooled around. Emma was insatiable as always and the extra challenge of having to keep quiet added to our excitement as we fondled, sucked and fucked each other. We'd often wake in the middle of the night for a repeat performance. I was loving camping with the Taylors.

Everything was going well until the fifth night when we headed off to bed after a night around the fire. Both Mr and Mrs Taylor were drinking more than usual and we could see that Mr Taylor was getting a bit amorous with his wife. Mrs Taylor seemed responsive to her husband's attentions but also seemed to be a bit tipsy as he helped her to bed. I whispered to Emma that it looked like her Dad might get lucky tonight, if her Mom didn't pass out first. Before crawling into our tent, Emma and I smoked a large doobie walking back from the comfort station so we were nicely buzzed as we settled into our tent for a bit of fun before drifting off to sleep.

We woke up in the middle of the night to distant thunder and flashes of sheet lightning and huddled together as we listened to the storm building. Suddenly, drops of rain started to hit the roof of the tent before quickly turning into a steady downpour as the rain roared down on us. We both looked around anxiously wondering if the tent would hold up to the deluge. It seemed to be keeping us dry initially but when I aimed my flashlight around the edge of the tent, I could see water seeping in and starting to cover the floor. At this rate, it wouldn't be long until our belongings and sleeping bags were wet as well. Fuck. I opened the front flap of the tent and peered outside. With the steady flashes of lightning lighting up the site, I could see that Mr Taylor's prediction had come true. We had managed to set our tent up in a hollow and the rest of the site was draining towards us with the rain showing no sign of ending. Our tent was sitting in a pool of water that was increasing in size and depth by the minute. Great.

I pulled my head back into the tent while Emma struggled to keep our bedding on top of the sleeping pad away from the water. Judging from how fast the water was spreading, it wouldn't be long before the water crested the low pad. "We're screwed baby, your Dad was right. We need to get out of here." Through the noise of the storm, I could hear Mr Taylor calling to us and see the reflection of his flashlight on the outside of our tent.

Emma yelled back, "Daddy, our tent's full of water!"

I looked back out the tent flap and could see Mr Taylor in what looked like white briefs standing in the the open flap of their larger tent. He yelled, "Grab your sleeping bag and make a run for it! We'll make room. There's nothing you can do about your tent until the morning. Hurry, it's getting worse!"

I managed to slip on my boxers, as Emma pulled on a long t-shirt. We gathered our sleeping bag around us, fully opened the front of the tent and yelled, "Okay, here we come...!" as we sprinted for the larger tent. Mr Taylor was holding open the front flap and aiming his flashlight on the ground so we could see where we were running. We ran directly into the tent screaming all the way. Mrs Taylor had a lantern on and it looked like they had already shifted their sleeping pad and belongings to one side to make room for us. She was sitting up in their bed against the far side of the tent with a sleeping bag over her lap, and Mr Taylor was crouching down with his back to us as he zipped close the front of the tent. I couldn't help but notice that his wet shorts were practically transparent from the rain and I could clearly see his big firm ass in the lantern light. As he turned around, the light shined on his bulging crotch revealing that Mr Taylor was cut and apparently hung as I could see his thick penis head straining against the damp fabric. Realizing I was staring, I quickly turned away.

"Oh my god, it's crazy out there, thanks Daddy," said Emma as we gingerly stepped into the empty space with our sleeping bags wrapped around us conscious of how underdressed and wet we were. Luckily, the tent seemed to be holding up to the storm and we would at least have a dry place to sleep tonight, even if we were sharing the space with Emma's parents. Mr and Mrs Taylor's bed took up half of the floor space and our sleeping bags would fill the rest. Sadly we had no pad to sleep on but it was better than sleeping in a puddle of water.

"Thanks for the rescue Mr Taylor, that storm seemed to come out of nowhere," I observed.

"No worries Adam, we've been through some pretty big storms in this tent so we should be fine. We'll get your tent sorted out in the morning but for now, get your sleeping bags straightened out and try and get some sleep. Here's the lantern, just turn it off when you're done," Mr Taylor responded amiably as he handed over the light and slipped into bed beside his wife turning his back towards us. I couldn't help but admire his tanned, wide, muscular shoulders and beefy arms as he settled onto his pillow with his torso uncovered. It was still warm out despite the rain and we had been sleeping with our sleeping bag partially unzipped and opened as well to try and stay cool.

It didn't take long to get our sleeping bags laid out on the tent floor beside Mr and Mrs Taylor's bed and I crawled into bed beside Emma who was against the outer wall of the tent. That left me between her and Mr Taylor with Mrs Taylor against the far side of the tent. It was weird to be sharing a sleeping bag with Emma inside a tent with her parents, not that I was complaining. With the lantern off, we all mumbled a few "Goodnights" as I lay there listening to the storm and watching the light show until eventually falling asleep.

I woke up wondering where I was. The storm must have been over as there was only a light splattering of rain hitting the roof of the tent and no thunder or lightning. It was so dark it took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to remind me where we were and recall our escape from the storm. It sounded like Mrs Taylor was a bit of a snorer but it was otherwise quiet. Without a sleeping pad, I shifted position to try and get more comfortable. It felt like Emma had her arm draped over my hip with her hand hanging in front of my crotch. As I shifted, her hand dropped into my lap grazing my cock through my shorts. I was still horny from the weed and thought back to the last few nights where I'd normally reach over to Emma at this point and we'd end up fucking around for a while. I felt my cock hardening in response to the horny memories.

Last night, we had enjoyed a marathon sixty nine session with Emma taking my dick deep in her throat while I lapped away at her wet pussy until she quietly groaned and came as I pumped a thick load down her throat. Damn, sharing a tent with her parents was cramping my style although my hard-on hadn't received the memo yet and had slipped out of the fly of my shorts to reach its full 8" length. Emma's palm was now resting lightly around my cock as she slept. With no thoughts of any serious action happening in the shared space, I nevertheless reached down and closed Emma's hand around my pulsating cock for a cheap thrill. I felt her pull back initially until she cautiously re-gripped my rod and held it. I wondered if that was all I was going to get before I felt her start to slide her hand up and down my rigid length teasing the throbbing head of my cock and playing with my low hanging balls. Damn, she always knew what drove me crazy as she rubbed precum around the head, shifting herself closer behind me to improve her reach. I leaned back into her as I closed my eyes and enjoyed her careful and deliberate teasing.

Even though we were being quiet, I was thinking we needed to stop with Emma's parents in the same tent. Unfortunately, my dick was enjoying Emma's manipulations too much and I made no move to end things. In fact, I wasn't far from busting a load as I tried to thrust into Emma's hand to get that extra bit of stimulation to get me off. Emma seemed to know I was close and held back her strokes whenever she sensed I might cum. I didn't know if I could stand much more of this teasing when suddenly I heard Emma whisper "Adam, are you awake?" The hand gripping my cock froze mid-stroke as I tried to process what had just happened. Emma was asking me if I was awake? How could she not realize...wait, wasn't she giving me a handjob? If it wasn't Emma, who was it?!? My mind was exploding as I realized it had to be Emma's Dad who had me so worked up that my balls were literally aching in frustration. I was turned around in the dark, Emma was on the other side of me! How could I have not realized it was Emma's Dad stroking my cock while his daughter and wife slept near us. This was crazy.

Trying to calm myself and reveal nothing about what Emma's Dad had been doing to me, I muttered back to Emma, "Yeah baby, what's up?" noting that Mr Taylor hadn't released my cock while his daughter whispered to me. What was he thinking?

"I need to pee, do you want to come along?"

With my hard cock poking out of the fly in my shorts and held firmly in Mr Taylor's strong grip, I knew I couldn't go anywhere. "Uh baby. Unless you want me to come along, I'm good. I'm kind of whacked." I felt Mr Taylor's hand clench me when I said, "whacked" and I could feel his chest shake slightly against me. Was he laughing? What the hell?

"No worries, I'm a big girl. I'll be back in a few minutes," Emma replied as she reached for the lantern, opened and closed the front flap, and started up the hill towards the comfort station leaving me wide-eyed in the dark with my heart pounding. I could feel Mr Taylor's naked chest press more firmly against my back as he gripped my cock and pulled me back towards him as he scooted forward. How could I have ever confused his hard body for Emma's. He was all muscle and I could now feel his hard prick firmly pressed between the cheeks of my ass as he stroked me with one hand. I had never done anything with another guy and I couldn't believe Emma's tough Dad was into cock but he seemed to know what he was doing as he humped my ass and stroked me into a frenzy. I had been close to shooting a load before Emma inadvertently outed her Dad and now I was getting close again.

While my cock was shouting for more, I knew this was dangerous and wrong so I tried to pull away but Mr Taylor's big muscular arm wrapped around my chest holding me firmly in place while he whispered, "Easy Adam, just relax..." While I considered my next option, Mr Taylor reached down sliding his palm under the waist of my shorts and pulled them down over my ass towards my feet. I felt helpless in his firm grip as he effortlessly manhandled me, easily slipping my boxers off until I was lying on my side naked and hard with Mr Taylor spooning me from behind. He must have freed his cock from his briefs as I could now feel the slippery head of his dick sliding up and down the exposed crack of my ass as he gently thrust forward. With his wife snoring on the other side of him, and Emma out of the tent, Mr Taylor seemed emboldened to be more aggressive with me. While I wanted to protest, I couldn't think straight as he wedged his slick cock between my cheeks, while teasing my cock mercilessly with his big paw of a hand. Without thinking, I felt myself push my ass back against his rigid cock, inadvertently urging him onwards. What was happening to me, I needed to stop this.

I heard Mr Taylor spit into his hand and reach down to further lubricate his cock. He was obviously a bit of a leaker as I could already feel a wet trail of precum smeared between my cheeks as he slipped the pulsing head of his cock up and down my crack angling the tip closer towards my hole. With the added spit, the tip of his head was sliding into me slightly on each pass. While I knew we should stop, my ass kept pressing back towards him as he rubbed and greased my hole with the precum-dripping head of his cock. It felt so good. I could feel the large head of his tool starting to breach my ass as I gripped the crown of his cock with my hole. Suddenly, the entire head slipped in. I gasped in shock and dull pain as I tried to adjust to the intrusion. There was no way I could take more of his dick but he seemed to know what he was doing as he held still giving me time to get used to the feeling before pushing forward another inch and pausing again. Over the next few minutes, his cock slid inch by inch deeper into my hungry hole until it was pressing against my prostate. Impatient to feel his entire cock inside me, I shoved my ass back hard until I could feel his hairy balls pressed against mine as he finally bottomed out. How big was he?