Truckin'

I had just turned 24 in the summer of 1980. On the Labour Day long weekend, my roomie and his girlfriend had departed for a dirty weekend and I had our Lonsdale (North Vancouver) apartment to myself. I had no particular plans for the weekend and was looking forward to generally lazing around, perhaps whacking off ecstatically under the influence of cannabis as the highlights. I had just returned to the apartment after a quick beer at the nearby pub and was actually about to dig out some of my porn for a relaxing bate session when the phone started ringing.

I answered and it was my first cousin Evelyn. She and I had masturbated each other about three years previously at a family Christmas and I have to say I still felt a bit strange about the whole thing - first-cousin sexual relationships are not illegal in Canada, but it’s fair to say many people looked at them (and still do) as somewhat perverted. Things had gone a bit crazy for Evelyn after our earlier liaison. She had wound up getting married to a borderline religious lunatic and violence reared its ugly head. She’d managed to get out of that scene, divorcing the creep, and had trained to become a long-haul truck driver (very rare for a woman in Canada at that time).

She was calling me from the Park Royal shopping centre, where she’d made a delivery and asked me if I wanted to get together before she drove home to her rural Lower Mainland abode - she’d been told by the shopping centre management that it’d be OK if she parked her rig there overnight. Park Royal was only about a 15-minute drive from my apartment and I agreed to come and pick her up. As I said, I still felt strange about our earlier experience but I admit I went totally boner when I heard her voice. There was very heavy sexual tension over both ends of that phone line!

When I got to the shopping centre and pulled up beside her rig, she was standing outside the cab waiting. I got out of my car, intending to give her a little hug and a peck on the lips. She had other ideas and pulled me tightly against her, pushing her sweet little titties against me and slipping me some tongue as we embraced. We jumped into my car and it was torture to endure that short drive back to my apartment. We had time for a quick doobie and when I asked her if she wanted to go out somewhere, she told me to take her to my bedroom.

Downstairs we went and undressed. My thick, curved cock was rock-hard, pointing at the ceiling and already leaking pre-cum. Evelyn’s body was much the same as our last time together - her breasts were a little bit bigger, but still in the shapely B-cup range and her pubic hair was fully grown out instead of being somewhat trimmed. We fell lustfully on my bed and I ate her out to back-to-back screaming orgasms, glorying in the musky scent of her pussy. I think she wanted to reciprocate, but I was too horny to delay getting inside her. I mounted her in mish position, her knees up but her feet flat against the mattress. We pushed our groins together and I slowly slid into her hot, very wet cunt. My god, she was tight! I was only able to last a couple minutes, both of us moaning in pleasure. Then I slid an arm under her ass and pulled her cunt tightly against me as I blew my massive load for her. I was notorious in those days for fucking all night, but there was no way this time. I was light-headed from my cum and we both fell asleep quickly, waking for a few seconds when my cock softened enough to slip out of her sweet vadge.

I awoke early the next morning to the sounds of Evelyn firing up the coffeemaker. When I got to the kitchen, she said she needed to get back to the shopping centre ASAP to move her truck. We got dressed and had a quick cup before getting into my car. We didn’t speak on the drive in until Evelyn asked me to sit with her in the cab of her truck while it warmed up. As soon as we were seated and she’d started the rig she groped my cock through my jeans, sending me into instant hardness. Then she undid my belt and told me to drop my pants and as I did she opened the big glovebox in front of me. She took out a sealable plastic baggie, which contained a rocket vibrator and some jelly lube and removed the lube tube.

Evelyn slathered my meat with the lube and started a slow, soft stroke on me while looking intently at my cock. She got me close to orgasm and then asked me to jerk off in front of her as she wiped off her hand with a small cloth towel. I felt delightfully filthy as I started jacking my horny cock in the early morning sun while light traffic moved through the area unaware of what was going on in the elevated truck cab. I meant to open my shirt to cum all over my hairy stomach and chest, but Evelyn reached down and squeezed my drawn-up balls. Groaning in utter pleasure as my perineum and penis throbbed, I fired several cum ropes on my shirt front making a huge gooey mess. Evelyn said she’d see me later and I pulled up my pants before I got back in my car and drove home, my semen soaking into my shirt.

I was to have another hot adventure with Evelyn before I got married and removed from the penis pool - I’ll try to write that up later.