Joshua rolls over; the empty space wakes him. He lifts his head to find the flap of the tent open. Morgan stands bottomless on the opposite side of their campfire. The coals glow an ashy orange, lighting her bare cheeks in the near dawn moonlight.

She is never up before him. She can sleep for days through a series of train wrecks.

He lay there for a few minutes, watching her, admiring the dying fire dance across her ass cheeks. Often, he finds himself wondering how he managed to get here, with her, she was nearly 18 years his younger.

Occasionally, a waitress would ask that awkward question, “Is dad picking up the tab?

Morgan would giggle, folding her arms into her massive breasts and leaning into the table, “well, are you daddy?”

Then deftly moving her foot into position to rub it against his crotch under the table while winking at the waitress.

She is quick-witted in conversation and knows just how to stiffen his attention. It is one of the aspects of her personality that draws him to her.

The last time a waitress asked that question, Morgan found herself bent over in the backseat of Joshua’s jeep. Through the window she watched the haggard old woman chain-smoke cigarettes on her break outside the restaurant, Joshua pounding Morgan’s hips.

She revels in the control she has over him, the control over the situations she can put them in together.

Finally, Joshua sticks his head out of the tent, “What the hell are you doing?”

She looks over her shoulder, her dark hair hanging down her back in a messy braid, “good morning, I guess, sort of. I am just thinking.”

“It’s not morning at all? You're thinking about…? He asks snidely.

She looks back towards the creek and breaths in deeply. She spins around, “I am watching the moonlight shine on the creek, it reminds me of Montana. Everything is reminding of Montana lately.”

Morgan stands facing the burning embers and stares down at him. She has on that lavender shirt. He knew it expertly. He had studied it in the short time they had been “together”. It was her nighttime favorite. It was washer worn. Its neckline tattered, the right armpit had a small hole, and there was a line of tiny bleach marks across the back. It was the type of shirt that should have been pitched a long ago or subjugated to kitchen rags.

However, this shirt never found the bottom of a trash bin because it felt so damn perfect, and she so looked so fucking perfect in it. It clung to her voluptuous breasts, her large nipples jutting forward in the cool night air, their piercings prominent.

Joshua finally breaks his gaze and crawls out of the tent, rubbing his bearded face. His sore cock already beginning to stiffen, watching Morgan in the moonlight. It had only been a couple of hours since he had last pulled his shaft from her. They had frantically frolicked by the creekside all evening. In and out of the water for hours. He loved sex in the open air, twisting bodies in the grass, feet in the mud, washing the creek. Sunning their naked bodies. The possibility of someone watching or at least something watching.

Grabbing a few pieces of wood, he stokes the fire and stands, “if you are still missing home then we should do something about that.”

He takes a step toward Morgan and they pull each other close. His thick cock smashes against her stomach.

She grits her teeth and speaks in a hushed tone, “I love to feel your cock when you first wake up.”

Spreading her legs open he could feel her mound press against his thigh, it’s smooth lips and the unmistakable clit piercing pushing into his skin. He runs his hands down her worn shirt and grabs ass cheeks, slightly sore from their hours of play by the creek; she winces slightly.

Joshua pulls away and wets three fingers of his right hand generously with saliva and forcibly rubs them into Morgan’s mound.

She gasps, “Oh Fuck” her knees give slightly.

He pushes her back against a tree and spits into his hand, rubbing his still growing cock. He quickly hoists her onto his hips and slides his cock past her folds. She lets out a moan as he tears into her.

“I can never get a fucking enough of you,” Joshua whispers in her ear.

Morgan digs her teeth into his neck as his cock now buried into her center. His hips begin a slow and methodical pace. Morgan reaches down his back, dragging her painted nails up his spine and into his long brown, greying hair. She pulls his hair to the side, nuzzling her nose along his beard and gently extending her tongue to catch his earlobe. She whispers, “fuck me...harder.”

He slams his hips into her. Their grunts grow louder against the crackling of the fire. He slams his hips into hers against and she gasps.

“This fucking tree...my back,” she says as she moves one of her legs and an arm and pushes them away. They lose their balance and fall to the grass, their bodies coming apart. Morgan quickly snaps to her knees and pushes Joshua back to the ground taking the dominant position.

“My fucking turn,” she says. Smacking his hard cock with her hand.

“Oww, bitch”, he yells.

“Don’t call me Bitch,” staring him in the eyes and placing a foot gently over his cock and balls. She laughs, climbing on top of him

Pulling off her shirt, she slides her slick bare pussy down his cock once again. She breaths in deeply. Lying down on top of him, her breasts mash into his hairy chest. Their lips entangle, and they kiss passionately for a few moments.

The fire crackles louder and in the distance, a pack of coyotes is making their last run before dawn. The pace of their howling indicative that some animal will soon lose its life.

Morgan pops up quickly, her massive breasts bouncing with her. “Rest time is over lover boy, its fucky time.” She begins rolling her hips on his cock hard. They are both sore and still so fucking focused on this moment.

She closes her eyes and clasps her hands in his, and slowly rides him. She is biting her lip. He loves when she does this, her little lip piercing always gets momentarily caught by her teeth.

He could watch her for hours. He loved to watch her fuck. To watch her sleep. To watch her navigate the woods with that pack on her back, her body, her large tits, and dark hair bolting through the trees. She kept his cock hard by doing not much at all, just merely her being.

But, there was nothing he loved more than when she was on top of him, in control, in charge. She loved it too. He knew with her eyes closed that her mind had shifted to another space, nearly ready to cum. He was inching that direction too.

Morgan picked up her pace and dropped Joshua’s hands, and began pulling her nipples. Her moaning was growing louder. She had drowns out the coyotes, fire, and the rising morning birds. Anyone camping in the hollows nearby would hear her on such a crisp September night.

Joshua moves the thumbs of his now freed hands to her clit, squeezing it simultaneously with them both.

“FUCK, Oh GAWD, FUCK,” she screams into the dark morning. Bearing down on his hips, she cums. He can feel her walls convulsing around his cock as she falls forward, smashing her breasts against him once more.

He grabs her twitching hips and pushes his cock to her hilt. Her body shakes. His balls and stomach seize as he again unleashes his seed into her womb. He groans with each contraction until he falls back, spent.

They lay there, breathlessly for a few minutes—Joshua drifts to sleep momentarily until he is awakened by something warm on his face.

He opens his eyes to find Morgan half squatting over him, holding her pussy wide open, his cum slowly dripping onto this bearded face.

“Eat up my little cumslut,” she giggles, “You know you want it.”

Joshua licks it from his beard, “fuck you, keep being a smart ass and I will leave you here for the coyotes to have their way with you.”

“mmmmmmmmm,” she winks at him.

“Fucked like an animal, by a wild pack, in the woods, I might dig that,” she laughs.

Joshua rolled his eyes.

“Eat, my bearded bitch!”

Morgan drops her pussy to his face. She loves the feeling of his beard on her folds. Morgan loves it when his juices and cum mattes into his beard, and they lick and suck it clean together. She loves that he never turns down eating her cunt, no matter where they are, what time of day it may be, or just how sloppy she feels. He is obsessed with her, and she admires him for it. 

Dawn is breaking, and they have a 5-mile hike back to the van and a 2-hour ride to their next stop. Joshua is excited for their next location, a warm shower, and a surprise that feels may change the course of their lives.