It was late spring in grade 12, 1974 in the greater Vancouver area. A big bunch of people from the grad class decided to do a camping trip to Whistler Mountain. It was a hell of a long trip in usually small cars packed with horny students. Whistler was pretty much undeveloped back then, so people made an impromptu camping area in a big field between the highway and railway tracks a mile or two from the chairlifts that accessed the mountain.
At the time I was enjoying mutual masturbation sessions with a girl named Alison (see my Preacher’s Daughter stories). I was hoping she would come too so we get some outdoor orgasm action going, but she stayed home because she didn’t like a lot of the other people on the trip. I was hanging out near a big campfire when a girl named Vivian who I really didn’t know kind of started coming on to me. She was known as a very shy, reserved type but she initiated a conversation with me, and got somewhat touchy-feels as she talked. A few beers and spliffs later, we walked out to where I had stashed my down sleeping bag, rolled it out, and lay down for a hot necking session. The only other person who had staked out a spot there was a good friend of mine, Bob, who I had last seen trying to put the moves on Vivian’s friend, Kathy.
Vivian had a plain face (not that I was a Hollywood star!), but her body was amazing - big, jaw-dropping tits and totally curvaceous hips and ass. As the hot Frenching session went on, we got undressed, me totally nude, Vivian down to her skimpy panties, and got inside the sleeping bag as it was quite chilly at Whistler at that time of year. I started sucking on those big, slightly saggy tits and her huge hard nipples seemed to fill my mouth. I slid my hand down to the crotch of her panties and cupped her obviously furry cunt, even feeling some horny heat through the fabric. Finally, I dared to get some fingers into her panties. Holy fuck - she was sopping wet!
I rubbed up and down her wet cuntlips, occasionally veering off through her big pubic bush to stroke her hard little clit. She began to moan softly, gently humping into my fingers even as she slowly and gently jacked my precum-slicked cock. I asked her if she wanted me to eat her pussy, but she said, “No, this is fine.” I went hard on her clit with my middle finger, and she came really good, cumming with a loud groan that Bob told me later he and Kathy were able to hear as they went for a “walk.”
My cock was throbbing, mad for relief, when Vivian broke off and unzipped the sleeping bad. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and hanging her glorious breasts over my face while she agonizingly humped her still-pantied snatch against my hard cock. She even managed to edge me in this position, stopping me from cumming a few times and ensuring I’d eventually blast one of my monster loads.
Vivian sat straighter on my cock, humping harder, her head thrown back with eyes closed, and those big boobs flopping in the cool night air. Suddenly we heard a BCR freight train approaching on the tracks maybe a hundred feet from the sleeping bag. The train’s headlight illuminated the scene as Vivian’s sweet, hot cunt made me explode. I spewed rope after rope after spurting rope of thick, hot cum, absolutely drenching my stomach and chest. Halfway through the massive cumshot, the engineer sounded his horn.
I liked to think his name was Casey Jones and he was applauding Vivian’s humping and my shooting…
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