A compromise

"I don't know Brandon, I'm kinda tired. And besides, it's so warm inside her. I don't really wanna get out." Eris muses.

"Okay, how about this?" Brandon instructs her to turn around, so that now her plump ass is pressing against his crotch while his arms wrap around her, his palms resting on top of breasts.

"Hmm, this feels a lot more comfortable." She notes.

"Just you wait. It's gonna get a lot better." Brandon pulls down his underwear, slotting his now bare cock between her legs.

"Ooooh." Eris shivers a little as she feels the hot pillar nestling between her two meaty thighs. "You're not going to put it in right?"

Brandon doesn't reply and instead begins to rock his hips back and forth. Given the crampness of the sleeping bag, his thrusts are shallow, the pleasure mostly stemming from her plushness of her thighs smothering his dick.

"Mhmm." Eris loves the feeling of a cock between her legs. The way the curved ridge of his glans strikes at her clit, the way the girthy shaft spreads her pussy lips, there's no way she can go back to her old self. Her pussy rapidly starts leaking love juice, turning her thighs into a slick, warm tunnel.

"You know, if you don't want to lose your virginity, there's another hole I can use." Brandon whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"What do you mean?" Eris clamps her thighs around his cock, trying to press it harder against her pussy.

"This." He pulls his hips back and blindly jabs his glans at her nether regions, trying to find his target.

He pokes at her pussy entrance a good number of times, drawing fluttering gasps of pleasure from Eris but finally he finds his mark, a puckered starfish sitting between her two tremulous ass cheeks.

Brandon nudges the tight ring with his cockhead. "This hole."

"My- my bum???" Eris squeaks. "That's so dirty!"

"Don't knock it til you've tried it. Well, we won't do anything tonight. Just think about it." Brandon goes back to humping her thighs.

'My anus...' The more Eris thinks about it, the more attractive the idea starts to sound. She is so distracted that she doesn't realize Brandon is cumming until she feels the splash of hot liquid on her thighs.

"Brandon!" She shrieks. "You're dirtying my sleeping bag!"

"Hehe, my bad." He laughs. "It's ok, we can clean up tomorrow. Otherwise we can share mine tomorrow night."

Soon, they both fall into a peaceful slumber, with Eris wrapped in Brandon's arms, feeling like she's snuggling inside a warm blanket.

Eris wakes to an empty tent. She sits up and feels a crustiness between her thighs, reminding her of last night's events.

'Brandon!' She curses as she uses a cloth to wipe away his dried cum.

Just then, a mouthwatering aroma floats in through the gaps in the tent's flaps. Eris steps outside and sees Brandon is in the middle of preparing breakfast, frying eggs that he no doubt looted from some poor bird's nest.

"Morning Riri." Brandon greets her. "Thought I'd whip up some breakfast for my cute little girl."

Her stomach growling hungrily, Eris gratefully accepts the heaping pile of eggs. "So yummy!" She exclaims as she scarfs it down.

"Hey, is there any for me?" Marcus emerges from his tent, obviously drawn out by the smell.

Brandon shakes his head. "Sorry bro, you snooze you lose."

"What????" Marcus sadly has to settle with eating his dried nuts.

After packing up their campsite, they head off, ready to begin their second day on the road.