Chapter 8
Ann was strangely subdued once she and Lucy had returned to the cabin. The momentous thrills she had experienced that day needed digesting, as did the new facets of sexuality she had learned from her stepmother. Lucy understood that need and gave the girl plenty of freedom to do as she wished.
The Robbados arrived late that afternoon. Ann immediately decided that she liked them. Chuck and Linda were both about thirty and quite attractive. Chuck, a tall muscular man with a mop of curly black hair and devilish blue eyes, exuded charm and kinsliness, while Linda, a petite little blonde with surprisingly small breasts, conveyed a quite different air: she simply radiated sexuality and did so with no apparent effort. It was almost as though some irresistible force within her was proclaiming to the world at large: "I love to fuck!"
Ellen, their daughter, combined the best features of both her parents. She had inherited Chuck's luxuriant black hair and her mother's svelte figure, though her bustline was better developed, and she also had that super-sensual air. Dave turned into a gaping, tongue-tied goon as soon as he saw her. His infatuation was instantaneous and complete.
The Eastmans were just sitting down to dinner when the Robbados arrived and Lucy pressed Ann into service as an assistant cook, whipping up additional dishes to stretch their stew into a meal suitable for seven, rather than the original four for which it had been intended. After the meal, Chuck and Ken volunteered to clean up the kitchen area and pressed Dave into service as well. Linda and Lucy, who had taken a strong liking to each other, went out for a walk and Ann extended the same invitation to Ellen, though they took a different route.
"Man, that brother of yours is a dish!" Ellen said, once they were well away from the house and their mothers. "And hung, too! Geez, I thought he was going to bust his pants open!"
"Yeah, he seemed to be a little taken with you," Ann managed to say, though she was quite surprised at the girl's forwardness in stating her opinions. "But I can see why, though-I mean, you're awfully pretty!"
"Why, thank you!" Ellen said with genuine humility.
"Er, do you always look at that part of a guy?"
"Sure, why not? Most of the time it's the most interesting part of them," Ellen told her new friend. "I'm a crotch watcher. I can't help it. I guess I got it from Mom. She's always wondering about guys that way, wondering if they can match Dad, you know."
"Oh? Is he ... well hung?"
"Mom says he's got a ten inch whang on him," Ellen said. "And I can believe it, too! I sneaked a look one day when they were balling in the living room and honest, it looked like he had a third leg he was jamming up in her ass! God, I can't imagine getting one that big in my cunt, much less in my ass-hole!"
"I don't think Davey could match one that big," Ann said, feeling a strange desire to exchange even the most intimate confidences with the girl, whom she found to be so attractive and friendly. "But he's got a nice sized prick."
"Oh, you've been sampling it yourself?" Ellen asked, but managing to do so without conveying any sense of surprise, shock or condemnation. "That's good! Gee, I wish I had a brother, somebody who'd be around all the time and give it to me whenever I wanted a good piece of ass! It really gets to be a drag, having to screw myself whenever I get turned on!"
Ann continued to marvel at the girl's outspoken ways. Far from giving the impression of being "fast" or "naughty," Ellen seemed to accept sexuality as the most natural thing in the world and to do so without the slightest trace of guilt or remorse. This attitude made it much easier for Ann to continue questioning her and, in turn, to reveal more about her own intimate habits than she would ever have believed possible.
Ellen had been in bed with three boys, Ann learned. That is to say, she had not actually been in a bed with two of them but nevertheless they had managed to do everything they would have done had they been in a bed. Ellen concealed nothing about those episodes, which Ann found highly interesting, and she talked with extreme freedom about her lovers. She described them in great detail, lavishing the most care on their cocks and the way they had used them. She had gone down on two of them and told Ann with great conviction that "giving head," as she put it, was one of the most exciting and satisfying things one could do with a member of the opposite sex.
"When the guy can feel his nuts starting to cave in and shoot out that cum," she said, growing more excited as she talked, "he'll start humping into your mouth so fast and hard you think he's trying to drill a new throat for you! And then he starts shooting out the cream so fast and hard that it's just all you can do to swallow it without losing any of it! Oh, wow, is that ever a trip! And do they ever get off on a girl sucking their cocks! Sometimes I think I could almost get by without a cunt, so long as I could give head all I wanted. And getting it, too, that's always nice, especially if the guy knows how to eat a pussy right."
Ann listened avidly to the girl's words and urged her to continue. In truth, Ellen needed very little urging, since she greatly enjoyed talking about sex and associated matters. She also found it highly rewarding to parade her greater knowledge before Ann, whose practical knowledge was far more limited. When Ellen asked about her own experiences, she could hardly believe that Ann was still a virgin.
"Geez, if I'd had a brother like that around I wouldn't have kept my cherry a minute longer than I'd have had to," Ellen said. "I could really get off with that guy! Seriously, haven't you done anything at all with him? Never given him a hand job, even?"
"No!" Ann said. "I mean, he is my brother and all. You shouldn't do things like that with your own relatives, should you?"
"Why not?" Ellen asked with a matter-of-fact shrug that more than adequately indicated her own disdain for the traditional concept of incest. "He's a guy and you're a girl, so why not? All right, maybe if you had babies by him it might turn out to be a downer or something-but hell, who's asking you to get knocked up? Who knows, it might be good for both of you to work on each other. You know, get some practice and learn what cocks and cunts are all about!"
"It ... it just seems too strange," Ann mused.
After a moment or two, and in response to some urging from Ellen, she did describe the extent of her sex play with Dave. Ellen nodded in an understanding fashion and said that watching boys masturbate was a heady, thrilling experience, though one that could not begin to match the more advanced phases of lovemaking. Ann then described what had happened that morning and went on to tell the girl about going up to the clearing and watching her parents engaging in the final steps of their own lovemaking.
'Yeah, that's a gas," Ellen said. "Well, I've watched Mom and Dad a lot more than what I said, to be honest about it. Sometimes I think maybe they're just asking for it, you know? I mean, they'll start balling in the living room when I'm listening to records in my room, or maybe they'll leave their bedroom door open at night, with the light on, when I haven't even gone to bed yet, so it sorta makes me thing they dig it, screwing with somebody looking on. What do you think?"
"Hey, I don't know," Ann admitted. "But it sounds like it could be, I guess. I think I can dig it. This morning, when I was doing it to myself and watching Dave, it was a lot more exciting, knowing that Lucy was up there watching us. I guess that if I'd known Dad was up there and they were making out, I'd have been a little more turned on than ever. Or maybe a lot more."
"Yeah, me too," Ellen agreed. "You know, this Tommy, the last guy I balled, we got it on in the back of his brother's van one afternoon while Jerry-that's the brother-and his chick were tooling around town. They'd look back every now and then and tell us to fuck harder or something like that and you know something? It felt like my ass was just melting off, I was getting off so good! So maybe there's something to it, this business about people watching. Hey, how was it when you were fingerfucking? Was it better with her looking at you?"
Ann had to admit that it was, even though she felt a deep conviction that Ellen would then suggest that they try it themselves. She was not wrong. Before they had gone ten more paces the girl turned to her and proposed that they watch each other masturbate. Ann's pussy, fiercely aroused by the intimate talk, had become a mass of love-slick, lust-heated flesh ,and dictated an affirmative answer to the girl's proposal. They looked about, found a suitable spot and quickly doffed their clothing.
Ellen's body proved to be even more spectacular once she was totally naked. Her breasts were especially notable, medium sized and firm as young apples. They tapered out in lush ivory lines to a huge brown areole, topped by cherry-red nipples that were shaped exactly like little cones. The rest of her body was comparable and her pubic hair, black as night, curled luxuriantly at the base of her belly. She proved to be quite as forward in displaying her pussy as in talking about the uses to which she had put it. Ann found that the neatly shaped little cleft opened up to disclose a lovely pair of inner lips, larger than her own, but with a tiny little clitoris. Its lack of size did not mean that it suffered from any paucity of feeling, Ellen said, and she proceeded to prove it by running the tip of her right forefinger along the lips for a moment or two. The deep, fleshy groove already glistened wetly in the late afternoon sunlight. Her excitement had resulted in such an overflow of passionate oils that the tops of her thighs, as well as the lips of her pussy, were nicely coated with clear, glistening lubricant. A thin trickle of the heady juice even ran down between the cheeks of her ass. The puckered eye of her anus was already lubricated, Ann noticed, and seemed to invite someone's attention.
Ellen contented herself, though, with a few light finger strokes delivered to the area around her clitoris. Gently pulling at the skin around that sensitive little knob and rubbing its sides cautiously, she quickly delivered herself of a long, shuddering climax that was all the more remarkable for the speed with which it arrived. Even though she provoked the climactic surge with dramatic quickness, she groaned and wheezed piteously, leaving no doubt in Ann's mind that she was cumming with a great deal of thoroughness.
"You sure don't waste any time in getting off!" Ann marveled. "I have to work at it a lot harder, not that I mind the work or anything like that!"
"Usually it takes me a while longer to get a cum," Ellen admitted. "But I was just sort of super horny this afternoon. I mean, seeing your brother and all, and then talking about all this stuff, it really got me into a state!"
Ann readily exhibited her own orgasmic talents, holding nothing back. She had been watching Ellen closely and had found that her gaze more and more strayed down to the girl's ass-hole. She had become much more aware of that part of her own anatomy ever since Lucy's remarks about being fucked in the ass, and since seeing the way she utilized both the orifices between her legs, and the result of that awareness was a curiosity about her own anal responses. She had inadvertently touched her ass-hole a few times when highly excited and well remembered the unusual sensation the touch had set off in her body. She had never felt free to investigate those responses further until Lucy's example and words had put the idea into her head.
Ann initiated herself into the bizarre but strangely thrilling world of anal sexuality. She began in the usual manner, standing up and using her hand to stimulate the lips of her pussy, the mouth of her cunt and her clitoris. But the idea of inserting a finger into her ass-hole became stronger as the lusty fervor within her body mounted higher. After a moment or two she reached behind her hips with her left hand, moistened a finger in the rim of her cunt-which was of course churning out slippery cunt drip at a furious pace-and then gently poked the well-oiled finger into her own ass-hole.
"Agghhh!" she grunted, startled by the vehemence of the resulting sensation. The tiny, taut little opening had become enormously more sensitive as the rest of her body had warmed up and now she felt a perfect flood of erotic delight spreading out from the strongly held finger penetrating her ass. "Oooohh, I can feel the cum; it's all over me! Uggghhh! I'm fucking myself right out of my mind! Mmmmmm!"
Her own climax struck with unsuspected force and a rapidity that amazed her. She had been expecting the usual long, suspenseful buildup of tension and emotion within her young body, but instead she felt her womb and cunt being quickly tied into a knot of quivering, trembling anticipation. She worked the finger deeper into her ass and fucked it back and forth gently. That, together with the more strenuous activity of her right hand on her pussy and clitoris, was all she needed to release a tremendous storm of sensual frenzy. The climactic cataclysm rocked through her loins again and again, becoming stronger with every surge, and she cried out piteously as her flesh throbbed with agonizing splendor.
Ann tottered about weakly for a few moments and had to seat herself on her discarded clothes before her head would stop spinning. Ellen looked at her with a new respect. Anyone who could cum with the terrible intensity Ann had displayed had automatically earned a place of high respect in her eyes. The artful stimulation of her ass-hole had also given her a higher standing in Ellen's estimation, since that was a novelty and Ellen could not but feel a sort of respect for anyone who had explored an area of sexuality which she had not learned about.
"Wow, that was a cum and a half!" Ellen whispered. "I never saw anybody get off like that! I thought you were going to flip out, no lie!"
"I don't think I ever felt it that strongly either," Ann admitted. "Mmmmmm, it's just so much better, doing it while somebody's watching! And you know something? I think maybe I get off a lot stronger when it's a girl watching me! I'll swear, I never had a cum like that when I was showing off for Davey!"
"Yeah, I can dig it," Ellen told her. "It's like you just know that a girl appreciates it more, that she really understands what you're doing. A guy, he just wants to stand there and gape at your cunt, sometimes, or maybe he's really thinking about how he'd a lot rather fuck you than watch you beat off. Something like that, I guess."
"Wow, do you think it's a little gay?" Ann asked, struck by a passing thought that now bore home with a new force. "I mean, the way I get off better when I'm showing off to another girl? I maybe I'm a queer!"
"I don't think so," Ellen told her. "I mean, I get off better when I do it for another girl myself. But I really dig guys most of all. Hell, I tried making it with a girl a couple of times and let me tell you, Ann, it just doesn't begin to compare with what a guy can do! There's nothing on earth like having that big, hard cock shoved all the way up your cunt!"
"But doesn't it hurt? At least, for the first time or two? I mean, they're so big and all! And besides I've got this ... well, my cherry, you know. It doesn't block the passage but it's there and I'm afraid it would kill me, letting a guy shove his prick in there. Hell, there are times when I can hardly stand to get a tampon in!"
Ellen could not give her much comfort there, since she had not had a hymen, or at least had never noticed one's presence before her first bout of sexual intercourse. She was able to assure Ann that even a semi-skilled lover could take enough care to avoid hurting his partner. The natural lubricants supplied by a girl's sexual arousal were plenty efficient and greatly facilitated the introduction of a big, stiff prick into even the tightest cunt.
"All those guys I balled, they all said I had the tightest cunt they'd ever felt," Ellen said, "and they ought to know what they were talking about, since they're the biggest studs in school. And hung? They've got more cock than any girl could ever use! But it never hurt me. I just felt this incredible fullness when they were sliding it into my cunt! No, I don't think you'd have to worry about that. And besides, it looks like you've been diddling yourself long enough that you could get the guy started in without any trouble, which is a lot more than half the battle. Once the guy gets even the head of his cock in your cunt you just can't back out, no matter what! It's like you'd do anything, or endure anything, just to get the rest of it rammed into that hole! So I don't think you've got a thing in the world to worry about, really I don't!"
"I hope not," Ann replied. "You know, it helps a lot, being able to talk to somebody about my own age and find out about things like that. Lucy, she helps a lot, but it's not quite the same as finding out about it all from somebody who's about your age."
"Why don't you think about getting it on with Dave?" Ellen proposed. "No, I'm serious! I bet he'd be a great lay, with all that cock he's got!"
Ann protested feebly but found that Ellen easily answered every argument she could throw up.
When she tried to put in the final, most telling barrier of all, the danger of pregnancy, Ellen laughed and promised that this was no problem at all.
"I've got a tube of vaginal foam in my bag," the girl said. "It's sure fire stuff. And besides, Dad always carried a bunch of rubbers in the car, so we could put one of those over Dave's cock. Between the foam and the rubber, you'd be as safe as if you were fucking your finger! Come on, Ann, what do you say? Won't you give it a try? I promise you, I'm sure going to try getting that big piece of fucking meat in my own cunt! That is, if you don't mind, I mean!"
Ann protested her total lack of concern in the matter, though she did feel a momentary flesh of envy-or jealousy, she could not be sure-at the thought of Ellen and Dave locked in a tight, passionate embrace. Ellen's scandalous proposal was already working deep in her mind, though she tried hard to tell herself that she could never face up to having any kind of intimate sexual experience with her own brother. She was already aware of a doubt, though, and she wondered how she would be able to back out gracefully if Dave were suddenly to take a desire to put his prick into her cunt.
"They'll probably do something tomorrow to get all three of us out of the cabin," Ellen said. "If I know Mom and Dad, they're going to want to spend most of tomorrow in fucking and they won't want us around. I've got a feeling that you're going to get to see Davey getting his nuts off tomorrow-and this time he won't be shooting his load down onto the ground!"