Pacific Crest Adventures : Part 1

It was the middle of June, and school had just let out for the summer. While most kids were headed to the beach, a few students, including me, were hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail in the western United States. There were five of us, Rachel, Angela, Steve, and me as well as Mr. Court, the outdoor ed teacher from school. Mr. Court was one of the most well-liked teachers in the school. He was in his twenties and was the one who organized the trip.

We all took a bus one Saturday morning to Campo, where the trailhead was. Once we reached the trailhead, we started hiking and walked only about 12 miles that first day. For the next few days, we hiked, averaging about 20 miles per day. On the fourth day of the trip, we woke up to find a note from Mr. Court that he had hiked into the nearby town to meet an old friend, and told us that we should sit tight and spend a day hanging around the camp.

We played a few card games and Steve impressed the girls with his card tricks. After that, all each headed to our tents. Since we were using the outdoor education class tents, we each had a two person-sized tent, which was more than enough room for us. Around noon, we cooked lunch on a campfire and told jokes. Not long after eating, Steve and Rachel left for a small walk around the camp. They were both into photography, so they started taking photos of the flowers in the area.

A little while later, the two photographers told us they were going to head down the trail a bit to check out a small stream. Angela and I stayed behind and talked for a while. About ten minutes after Steve and Rachel departed, it started to rain. I suggested that we get into our tents. I sat for a while perusing over a trail map when I heard Angela’s voice. She asked if she could come in for a while to talk. I told her that she could come in, and she unzipped the tent and came in.

The tent was just tall enough for us to sit up straight, so we did and we talked some more about the school year and random other topics. As she was talking, I noticed how beautiful Angela was. She had been in a bunch of my AP classes, so I saw her all of the time, but seeing her up close was incredible. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing jeans and a fleece over a tee shirt.

I noticed her breasts for the first time. They were large enough to make bulges through the fleece jacket, but not too big to be a turn-off. Those bulges made me bulge! My cock grew hard as I continued to think about her. When I woke from my day dreaming, I noticed that Angela had stopped talking and she was staring at me.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” I said.

“It’s okay, it’s just that no one has ever looked at me like that before,” she replied. “I see that you like what you see,” she stated, her hand moving to my crotch.

She lightly placed her hand on my bulge, sending waves of pleasure through my dick. She started slowly rubbing her palm against my penis head. Her hand moved in a circular motion, and got faster and faster. She was smiling all the time, so I know she enjoyed it. The whole time, she was starting at my crotch, like she was longing to get inside.

I reached towards Angela’s body, her hand still placed on me, and took off her fleece. The then removed her white tee shirt, which I pulled over her head to reveal a black bra. We leaned towards each other and kissed for several minutes. She then proceeded to take my shirt off. With this she embraced my body and grinded her pussy into my thigh. I quickly undid her bra, exposing her tits.

I had seen them before, but I don’t think that she knew. She, like me, was interested in erotic stories. We had not talked about it, but I knew from an erotic story website that I often posted to. I was once going through a picture gallery on the site when I came across a nice-looking, young girl. As I studied the photo, I realized that it was Angela with her top off. I then looked up her username and found some stories she had written. She was in AP English with me, and that was evident in her writing. Her stories were written about a lot of topics, but one stood out, one about a friend from outdoor education class. She even used my name!

Now I got to see those beautiful breasts for real. I used my hands to massage her tits and play with the nipples until they were extremely hard. Before I knew it, my face was over her chest, licking her nipples. They tasted so good, and she seemed to enjoy it, based on her soft moaning. Now she unbuckled my pants and slowly slid them down. The tent in my boxers was huge, and the camper inside wanted to get out.

She stroked my cock through my boxers, but soon pulled them off too. The sight of a cock made her eyes light up. I asked her if she had ever done this before, and her answer was no. Aha! I wasn’t the only one using my imagination when it came to writing sex stories. We were both virgins. She moved her mouth down to my hard dick and dove in like a hungry savage. Her tongue rolled across my shaft and head, while her hand played with my balls.

She sucked me for a while, but abruptly stopped and removed her pants. I moved my hand to her crotch and rubbed her pussy through the panties. Her virgin twat was wet and warm. I slipped my hand in, feeling her shaved pussy. I moved my hand across the entire length of her cunt. I slid her underwear off, now we were both naked. I continued to rub her, flicking her clit at every opportunity that I had. Once I found her pussy hole, I slid my finger inside. She gasped, but continued moaning with pleasure.

I rubbed one, then two, then three fingers in and out of her vagina. She moaned and gasped until I could rub no more. As soon as I lifted my fingers, she grabbed my cock and touched it against her wet pussy. She played around with it a little, then I helped her ease it into her vagina. She gasped louder than before. I pushed in a little harder, until I came to her hymen. I was a little unsure about it, put she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards her, forcing my cock further in. I moaned with pleasure, but she softly screamed in pain. I stopped again, thinking she would want to stop, but she began riding my cock, bouncing up and down on top of me.

A short while later, we switched positions and I pumped my cock in and out of her with as much strength as I could manage. It wasn’t long before I started feeling the sensations from my balls and cock.

“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed.

“Cum on my breasts!” She whispered.

I quickly pulled my cock out and my hand took charge. She was laying face up, so I kneeled over her and stroked myself. Cum shot towards her, covering her beautiful tits. She smiled when she felt the warm liquid touch her skin. I licked up some of the cum, and played with her tits some more. We then got into the 69 position and sucked on each other, savoring our juices. When we were good and cleaned up, and after each of us had an orgasm, we got dressed and headed outside, as the rain had stopped.

We went for a small walk, and returned about an hour later, to find Steve and Rachel sitting next to each other in front of a fire. Angela and I sat down across from them and asked them how their walk was. They explained how it had started raining so they came back. A few minutes later, Steve and I headed to a rock where we laid out the map. We looked over the map, and noticed that we had a few more days of rough hiking, until we were to meet up with a friend of Mr. Court to go kayaking.

We returned to the campfire, where Rachel and Angela were giggling. We sat down, and Rachel came over to me and whispered,

“Angela told me everything, this is going to be a fun trip, isn’t it?”

Rachel then looked at Angela and smiled. Angela came over and sat next to me. She whispered to me, much as Rachel had:

“We weren’t the only ones having a bit of fun, although we did go a bit further!”

I wondered why Steve wasn’t involved in the conversation, but I didn’t mind.

This was going to be a fun trip, a very fun trip indeed.