Joyce shook her head. "Boys have this weird thing about their pricks," Joyce said. "Big cocks, big balls, big tits. The only they have that's really big is-is their heads!"
Sue nodded, still upset, and the two girls sat watching the boys show off. They chatted as they sat there, getting to know each other. One thing was very obvious to Joyce: friendly Sue was not stupid, but she was basically a simple country girl. Her view of life and sex, like those of many girls raised in rural areas, was earthy, direct, blunt. She spoke openly of Ray's manly build, his broad shoulders, narrow hips, his way of making love to a girl. He was pretty rough when fucking, she said, but she actually seemed to admire this trait, as if it were manly and desirable. She confessed, though, that when it came to "good old fucking," she much preferred her brother, Rex. "I like the way he's built better," she said, winking.
Joyce was startled by her admission of sexual contact with her brother. She seemed to admire the great size of Ray's cock and Joyce wondered why she preferred fucking with her brother instead of the super-hung Ray. They sat there, leveling with each other in frank "girl-talk" and dangling their bare feet in the water. Twice, Sue reached over and palmed Joyce's left breast, jiggling it as though weighing it and comparing it with her own development which was yet to come.
Embarrassed, Joyce kept the subject on the boys. "You mean, you'd rather have a littler prick inside you than a-a big one?" she asked confidentially, her voice lowered to a whisper.
Sue considered the question thoughtfully, puckering her lips. "Well, it isn't so much the size that counts," she whispered. "Like I told you, it's the way Rex is built. See, some boys' peckers stand up high-like right against their bellies, you know? Then others-well, they don't stand up so high. The thing is, Rex's cock sticks almost straight out, so it feels better slidin' in and out. My pussy's built so we just kind of fit together, ya know? With Rex, I always come. With Ray, and plenty of other dudes, I don't always get that super-yummy feelin', ya know?"
"N-Not exactly," Joyce replied.
Joyce glanced over at Denny, studying his hanging prick that swayed with his every move. "How does Denny's cock fit inside you?" she inquired matter-of-factly.
For some reason, Joyce found she didn't want to talk about sex with her brother. Oddly, too, at the same time, she did not want to admit to this more experienced country girl that she and her brother had not actually fucked as yet-that they were both virgins. She decided to be frank with Sue, though, and she spoke of her boyfriend, Roger, in San Francisco and having French sex with both him and her brother.
"Whoo-eee!" Sue said, grimacing. "You mean to say you put your mouth down there-where they pee from? You city folks get kinda kinky, eh?"
It was as though Sue's country upbringing-her closeness to animals-had rubbed off on her. Because animals didn't make French love, people shouldn't either. But Joyce remembered seeing dogs and other animals munching on each other's privates. She didn't mention this, though, because she realized the futility of making Sue understand. Still, she was curious about Sue's fucking experiences. She wanted to know how boys acted once they had their hard-ons inside a girl and how it felt to them.
"You're puttin' me on!" Sue said. "I mean, doesn't your brother like fucking?"
"Oh, very definitely," Joyce assured. "Talks about it all the time. But we're both afraid of getting me pregnant, so we do everything but fuck."
"Shit, if that don't beat all!" Sue said, shaking her head in amazement. "You're fourteen, girl, and you ain't even had a cock up inside your hole yet-not even your own brother's? I'm sure glad I don't live in San Francisco! Me-if I like a boy and providin' he's gotta rubber-why I'll screw at the drop of a hat. Feels better'n jist about anything. Even better'n television or gettin' your back rubbed. Still, I guess I would hesitate to fuck my pa though, so I guess I understand what you mean. I always stop pa 'fore he gits around to stickin' it in. Guess I'm afraid our fuckin' might cause trouble with ma. I've jerked him off a few times, though, and he likes to nibble on my new breasts and play with my cunt a little. I think he'd like to put it up my rear-just between the two of us."
Joyce coughed, stunned by this revelation. "Uh-do your mother and father know you're not a virgin? I mean, do they know you and your brother-uh- fuck?"
Sue wrinkled her freckled nose and scratched her vagina. "I figure they must guess I'm no virgin anymore. No, I never told 'em about Rex and me fuckin' all the time. A girl ain't supposed to talk about such things. Even though ma and pa prob'ly done it with their brothers and sisters when they was young, they prob'ly wouldn't take too kindly to their own kids fuckin' each other. That's peculiar, ain't it?"
Again, Joyce coughed. "Yep," she said. "Mighty pee-cul-your."
"Prob'ly has somethin' to do with havin' two-headed young-uns-like that." She pondered this for a moment, then said: "Ya know, maybe it's your brother's fault ya ain't been fucked yet. If he really wanted his prick in your twat he'd a prob'ly done it long ago. Boys're stronger, and as pa always says, if a man wants a woman he just goes ahead and fucks her. All he has to do is git himself a rubber. Rex buys 'em all the time now at Sherman's drug store. That new guy there who helps out Mrs. Sherman-Louis's his name-he sells 'em to Rex. You tell your brother to git himself a rubber and do it to ya. It's better to do it the first time with someone ya know real good, like a brother or a cousin, you know? A girl isn't so scared that way."
"Louis?" Joyce repeated. She wondered who Louis might be. Maybe Denny had seen the man. She would have to check on this rubber business.
"Yep, I think maybe your brother's just a little chicken," Sue said, nodding. "Like last summer when he was here. I remember his really shying away from me. Shit, I been fuckin' since I was ten-years-old, and Denny kept treatin' me like I didn't even have a cunt 'tween my legs. He wouldn't even swim naked if I was around. Tell him to buy some rubbers, hear? We gonna git you fucked this summer-one way or the other." She laughed-a little coarsely, Joyce thought.
"Very well-uh-that does seem like a good idea," Joyce said. "We both want to know how it feels to- uh-fuck."
"Might be a good idea to break your own cherry first," Sue advised. "That way it won't be so messy when Denny plugs ya for the first time. You won't leave so many telltale tracks either. My pa pretty near went bug-fuck the first time he found telltale tracks on my sheets. He's a sneaky, suspicious old fart."
Scowling, Joyce turned her head. This girl Sue, it seemed, had acquired all the expressions she had always detested. Still, there was something genuine and honest about Sue that she admired.
CHAPTER 4
Joyce managed to change the subject then, and Sue discussed her early years in Georgia, where she and Rex were born and lived until Sue was eleven. Then the family had moved to Oregon and they had lived here in Walden Flats ever since. Joyce found it strange that Sue spoke with such a pronounced southern accent while her brother, Rex, retained only a hint of his southern origin.
When Sue had finished telling Joyce about Georgia, she spoke fondly of Walden Flats, Portland, all of Oregon. She even loved the winter rains because they made the summers so fresh and green. She knew a lot about the history of the state, too. She explained that many of the pioneers thought Oregon was far superior to California and came north for still more space and freedom.
"Some of those Gold Rush gents even thought there was gold here," she said. "They left California and came up here to search for gold. They found some, but not much. Not like down there in your California."