Chapter 2
Ann was unusually subdued throughout the following day. For most of that period she shared the back of the camper with her thirteen-year-old brother, Dave, and it did not take him long to perceive the alteration in her manner. Normally an ebullient, lively bundle of energy, ready for almost any kind of devilment and mischief, Ann answered his questions shortly or not at all and concentrated on keeping her thoughts to herself.
"Hell, you're about as much fun as a Sunday School book!" he snorted in exasperation after failing again to arouse her interest. "What's wrong, got your period again?"
Dave had no hesitancy at all in putting the most intimate kind of questions to his sister, who generally exhibited the same free, forward spirit. On this day, however, he found that she was in no mood to do anything of the sort.
"It's not that," she snapped. "Just leave me alone, huh? Look out the window and watch the rocks go by or something. Maybe get over there in your corner and jerk off, something like that?"
"Aw, you know it's no fun just to jack off," he told her. "You wanna help me? C'mon, Ann, let's play a little!"
Their sexual byplay was limited to word which would have startled and dismayed most parents. Occasionally Ann succumbed to Dave's insistent urgings and watched him toy with his cock, a sturdy hunk of muscle which fascinated her more than she would ever admit. On two occasions she had become involved enough to grasp the broad-shafted rod and stroke it in accordance with his gasped, excited instructions. The way his cock had responded to her tight, pistoning grip-made easier by the plentiful quantity of saliva which he had put on the big tool-had made an extremely deep impression on her. The truth of the matter was that Ann felt a surge of sexuality in her own body when she had taken her brother's prick in her hands, a sudden rise in feeling which had dismayed her, it had been so violent, so intense. The feel of Dave working in unison with her hand, breathing hard and then trembling and groaning as the iron-hard tool began quivering and throbbing with ecstatic approval, had been powerfully exciting, but she had found it even more thrilling to see the flood of creamy, viscous cum spurt forth from his cock when his balls had boiled over with lustful excess. Fearing the powers which those experiences had let loose within her own body, Ann tried very hard to ignore Dave's blandishments and to avoid getting herself into those situations.
"No, you know I don't like to do that," she told him, inwardly wincing at the bald-faced lie but determined to carry it off. "It isn't nice and it sure isn't anything a girl ought to do to a guy!"
"Like shit it isn't!" he said, chuckling at the thought. "Man, you oughtta see the way Sharon works it out for me!"
"That little whore, she'd do anything to get a guy to look at her," Ann sneered, wrinkling her nose at the thought of Sharon Lescamp, a classmate of Dave's who already had a fast and loose reputation in their school. "She'd probably let you stick it up her hole, even!"
"Yeah, she digs that too," Dave said, grinning wickedly at the look of surprise his answer provoked. "Sure, that was a little going away present she gave me before we left home-she let me sock it to her. Man, was that little cunt of hers ever tight! I thought I'd never get it in her, and then once I had it in, it was like she wasn't ever going to let me take it out!"
"Oh, you're impossible!" Ann scoffed. "She wouldn't do that I"
"The hell she didn't! That last night, when I went over there? We slipped out back, into the garage, and did it out there. I shot off twice in her cunt before she'd let me pull it out. And then she wanted to give me a hand job!"
"I don't believe a word of it," Ann said. "And I don't want to hear any more about it, either."
Ann was not as certain about Dave's untruthfulness as she pretended, however. Sharon, an exceptionally well developed girl, made no bones about the fact that she liked boys and that she was quite willing to masturbate her boyfriends to as many climaxes as they wanted, so long as they were willing to allow her the freedom to finger-fuck herself at the same time. Nor did Sharon hide the fact that she resorted to other techniques in order to gain her pleasure. It was she, for example, who had first told Ann about the possibility of masturbating with a tampon.
"It oughtta feel just like a cock," she had said, bending forward and whispering over the lunch table where they had been sitting. "I mean, it's hard and round, right? And fairly long? Jeez, at least you could get an idea what it's like, having a guy drive a stiff one up your cunt!"
Ann had pretended that she had no interest in such things, a facade which she normally adopted when her classmates and friends at school began talking about boys and the things one could do with them. In reality, of course, she had an extremely powerful interest in those subjects, though she had never been able to admit the fact to anyone. Ever since Sharon had mentioned the extra dimension of inserting a tampon, though, Ann had not been able to forget the conversation and each time she took one of the white cardboard tubes into her fingers, preparatory to inserting it into her cunt, she remembered the girl's words. There way a sort of pleasure, she found, in pushing the slender tube up into her body; the lips of her pussy and the taut, virginal rim of her cunt were both possessed with vast sensual potential and the tampon's tube made her all the more aware of it.
"I wonder when we'll get there?" Davey asked after a long silence. "Some time this afternoon, maybe?"
"Yeah, I think that's what they said," Ann told him. "Eagle Springs, that's the name of that dinky little town? Lord, I wonder what we'll be able to do there?"
"Man, if that Ellen's anything at all, I know something I'm gonna be doing!"
"Oh, Davey, you're so full of shit I don't know what to think about you! Even if you were right about Sharon, what makes you think this Ellen might be the same kind of girl? Really, you've got to get it into that thick head of yours that girls don't go around thinking about balling all the time, not the way you and your pals seem to!"
"You're probably right," he said, making a sad face. "About this Ellen cunt, I mean. I bet you she'll be about five feet tall and she'll probably go about two hundred! Yeah, she'll be about the size of a young elephant!"
The Eastmans were taking advantage of Ken's three week vacation to visit some friends they had not seen in a long time, Chuck and Linda Robbado. Ellen, their thirteen-year-old daughter, was accompanying them. They were to meet at Eagle Springs, New Mexico, a tiny crossroads hamlet about one hundred miles south of Santa Fe. The Robbados had a summer cabin located in the mountains near Eagle Springs and had offered to share it with the Eastmans for several days.
"Five feet tall and two hundred pounds!" Ann giggled, convulsed at the thought. "What an imagination you've got!"
The camper continued rumbling along the highway, working across a broad, desolate plain and gradually nearing a line of steep, purple mountains. At noon, when they stopped for lunch at a roadside park, they were near enough to see that the mountains were indeed formidable.
"We'll be in Eagle Springs in a couple more hours," Ken said.
Ann concentrated on watching her stepmother.
She was trying to determine if there was some change in the woman's outward appearance. Surely, Ann thought, her stepmother would betray some sign of stiffness or soreness from having a huge prick shoved into her cunt with freewheeling abandon. There should have been some outward mark as a result of her having fingered herself so frantically, but Ann could see no sign of wickedness. Lucy's pretty face looked exactly the same as always. Her long, brown hair framed that face and made her stepmother all the more attractive.
"Why don't you ride up front with Ken?" Lucy said to Dave when they had finished their meal. "You can turn the back of the truck over to the women, huh?"
"Wow! That's a winner!" Davey squealed.
Once they were started off again, Ann found herself sitting on a little bench running down one side of the camper. Lucy sat directly across from her. The well insulated camper body cut out most of the road noise, allowing them to talk with little effort and to hear each other perfectly well.
"Something tells me that you weren't as asleep as we had thought last night," Lucy began, facing the girl and speaking with utter frankness. "I thought I heard something last night, and from the way you were acting at noon today, I can guess that I was right. Would you like to talk about it?"
Ann stammered and blushed but could find nothing to say, beyond a few inane expressions.
Lucy smiled in an encouraging, understanding fashion.
"I know, sometimes it's ... well, upsetting to find one's parents doing things like that," she said. "But, really, I've got-"
"No, it isn't that!" Ann broke in to insist. "I mean, I don't mind it that you two were balling. I think that's beautiful! Honest, I think it's the sort of thing people ought to do when they love each other!"
"Really? My, that's a rather mature attitude," Lucy said, looking a little surprised but also pleased. "But still, you. seemed quite upset. Was it ... well, was it the first time you'd ever seen a couple making love?"
Ann blushed but admitted that it had been the first time ever for her. After a few more minutes of talk and some gently probing questions from her stepmother, the girl finally admitted that she could not conceive of how an organ as large as she supposed her father's cock to be could fit into an opening as small as a cunt.
"Ahh, that used to bother me too," Lucy said, smiling in a friendly, conspiratorial way. "It really bothered me, because I wanted it to happen to me and yet I was frightened to death, afraid that it would be terribly painful."
"And if his cock's really three times as big when it's hard," Ann said, taking a deep breath but plunging ahead, once the subject had been broached, "then it seems to me that it would just tear you in two!"
Lucy looked askance at that and asked why Ken's prick should be three times as large when it had reached its full, extra-hard growth. She listened patiently as Ann explained the "three times" rule she had learned, then laughed easily and assured the girl that there was not a bit of truth to the rule.
"My, the things girls won't tell themselves!" she said. "When I was about your age, the 'rule' was that a guy's prick was just twice as large as the middle finger on his left hand. Well, I was simply silly about a junior, a basketball player, who had the largest hands I've ever seen on anyone. Honest, the thought of having that finger in me was frightening, much less something twice that size! Ah, the hours I used to spend looking at his hand and wondering if it could really be possible-and if it were so, how on earth I was going to handle it!"
"Er, was it so?" Ann asked, falling into the open and frank spirit the woman had engendered between them. "Was his prick that big, I mean?"
"Nothing like it!" Lucy assured her. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if his cock and his finger weren't about the same size, now that I look back on it. At any rate, it wasn't nearly the problem I'd thought it was. You see, my dear, the truth of the matter is, a woman is rather flexible ... down there. We can stretch a great deal and, to tell the truth, being stretched can be one of the most delicious things in the world, as long as the fellow goes about it in the right way and doesn't rush things. But that's all far in the future for you. You'll have several years before you have to start worrying about such matters, unless I miss my guess."
Ann would have like to pursue the general subject farther but Lucy steered the conversation into other channels. In particular, the girl would have liked asking her why she had fingered her pussy, after having been fucked so soundly-because Ann supposed that such had indeed been the case. But once Lucy showed a desire to switch their talk onto other topics she dared not bring up the subject. Besides, she would probably have had to admit that her interest had a very personal and intimate basis and that she simply could not do. The guilt of having felt of her own pussy, and having done so with such spectacular results, was too strong within her and forbade any mention of the subject.
She would also have liked to ask why Lucy had said that it would probably be several years before she would have any need to worry about the size of pricks and the flexibility of her cunt's opening. True, she had no immediate plans to divest herself of her virginity. Indeed, there were not even any candidates close enough to her to help accomplish that feat. But somehow she did not expect to be a virgin by the time she graduated from high school.
Ann said nothing about those matters, though, and she completed the ride by engaging in a desultory conversation with her stepmother, one that wandered over a wide range of subjects, all of them rather uninteresting. When they pulled into Eagle Springs, which proved to be even smaller and drearier looking than any of them had expected, Ken found the spot where they were to meet the Robbados and parked.
"You and Dave can look around, if you want," he told them.
Ann and Dave needed only a few minutes in which to examine the few buildings that made up Eagle Springs. The few natives were all ancient, or so it seemed to them, and they decided to widen their circle of exploration. Dave pointed out a grove of cottonwoods a half mile away from the edge of the settlement and suggested that they see what it held for them.
"There ought to be some springs around here," he said. "After all, they had to name this place for something, didn't they? Let's go and find out."
Ann followed him to the grove, where they found a small pond fed by a trickle of water coming from a rock wall. The heat of the day, the boredom of traveling and the coolness of the water were enough to make the pool look extremely inviting. When Dave suggested that they wade into it, she was quite ready to follow his lead.
"Ohh, this is nice!" Ann called out as the cold water washed around her knees. "This trip's beginning to look better already!"
She waded across the pool and found that it was no more than mid-thigh deep in any sport. Her cutoff blue jeans were in no danger of getting wet and thus she looked all the more startled when Dave suggested they strip off and wade through the pool naked.
"Sure, it'll be a gas," he told her. "What the hell, there's nobody around to see, not that you've got all that much to be seen!"
"I've got enough that some people want to have a look," she retorted, knowing that he derived a deep and peculiar pleasure from seeing her in the nude. "Wasn't it you that was after me so last week to spread my legs and let you have a peek?"
Dave did not reply, mostly because he could see that the notion appealed to her, quite as much as to him. He slipped out of his shorts and tossed his tee shirt aside, pacing back and forth proudly and making no effort to hide the generous hunk of prick dangling in front of him. He knew that the sight of his cock excited Ann, having often demonstrated the fact to himself before, and he found it highly exciting to display his tool for her pleasure.
"God, isn't that thing ever soft?" she asked, watching it lift up to the horizontal and then rise above, swelling and stiffening all the while. "I believe you guys keep it hard twenty-four hours a day!"
"Yeah, but there's a way to get it soft," he said, reaching down to take the big prong in his hand. "Wanna watch? Sure you do. You always get a charge outta watching me jerk off!"