Chapter 1

Saturday morning, a warm spring day in San Jose. Ann rolled over and rubbed her warm naked body against her husband's back. Her nipples were hard and he pushed back against them as his cock stiffened. He rolled over, kissed her and pushed her back.

"Annie, I think we should get up now and get on the road. Remember, you're the one that doesn't like travelling at night."

That was true. Still, she couldn't resist wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him. She played her tongue around his mouth and felt his hard member pressed against her tummy. She slid her hand between them and rubbed his cock against her warm skin.

Jim broke her grip. "It's nine already Annie, I thought we were going to get an early start."

Ann shrugged and gave up her idea of having a little sex this morning. Anyway she was anxious to get away for a few days and it was true that she hated driving after dark.

Jim got up first. Ann watched him stand and stretch. Jim was over six feet tall and very trim. He had shoulder length blond hair, brown eyes, long arms and legs. His cock was still rigid and stood straight out, a pink shaft protruding from a nest of silky blond hair. Not larger than average she now knew, but she loved it. Below this hung a pendulous ball sack that looked out of proportion for the size of his member. His chest and stomach were well defined although he exercised only infrequently.

Ann slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. She paused in front of the mirrored closet doors. Her hands went to her breasts and pushed them up and together but she didn't have a lot to push. Her breasts barely filled a 34 B bra. At least her nipples were nice. Ann shook her long black hair away from her breasts and pinched her nipples, then admired them as they stood hard and erect. She stood on her toes to try to increase her five foot height. Her legs and her ass were her triumph. She was aware that when she wore heels, many men checked out her legs and ass.

She considered whether she should trim some hair from her bush. She thought about the term "bush" and how appropriate it was for her pubic area. Her pussy was topped with a copious amount of long silky black hair. She decided she was in a long hair mood.

Jim had been working a lot of overtime and had to take time off instead of pay. The timing was good because things were slow at her job and her boss was happy to have her take a few days off.

Her brother had told her about a beautiful little campground in the mountains. When she called to get reservations, the owner laughed.

"Lady, I wish you needed a reservation, but this time of year we're only half full even on weekends. It's a shame too, because the weather has been perfect."

The man had said that if they made good time it would take them five hours.

Jim had packed their VW camper the night before. A shower, a quick breakfast, pack those last minute items, and they were on their way by ten.

As they rode along, Ann watched Jim. They hadn't been using the camper very much in the last year. It seemed that they had less and less time for each other. They both worked, they had a baby to care for, they had a new house that required immense amounts of maintenance. This trip felt good.

She knew that when Jim was driving the VW, his thought drifted back to his college days. This was the car he had when Ann met him. That was four years ago when Ann was nineteen.

"Feels good to be back in the old bus, huh - Jimmie? Remember when you first picked me up in it?"

"Uh huh. Those were good times."

Ann thought back. She was the product of a conservative Catholic family. She had only two real boyfriends before Jim. She'd never had sex with them. The most that she had done with her first boyfriend was french kissing. With her next boyfriend she had gotten as far as letting him play with her breasts. This was her first realization of how sexually responsive she was. She remembered the first time that he put his hand on her bare nipple. Her body rippled with excitement that she didn't understand. At each pinch of her nipple her insides tingled. It was a new sensation for her, one that she fought valiantly.

"I remember I thought you were really hot stuff when I met you."

"Hey, I was hot stuff for a little Catholic girl," Jim laughed.

Jim was only two years older than Ann. When she met him, she thought he was quite worldly and mature. This wasn't quite reality though. Jim had gone out with several girls but had sex with only two of them. He thought he was a lover and was horny as hell.

Ann sometimes wondered why she even had continued to date Jim after their first few dates. He was constantly pressing her to let him fondle her and trying to get her to have sex with him.

She must have been horny and not realized it at the time.

She looked back at the seat that folds down into a bed, the place where she lost her virginity. They had been going out for about two months when she decided to let Jim slip his hands under her sweater.

They were parked outside her apartment. They were kissing and the windows were all steamed up. Ann had discovered that she liked kissing Jim more than any other boy she had kissed. She liked french kissing, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth where he would wrap his tongue around hers. Jim had a very long tongue and she loved it when her tongue returned to her mouth and his tongue followed into her mouth. He could stick his tongue deeply into her mouth and this excited her while at the same time sparking feelings of guilt.

Once they began kissing Jim would always begin trying to rub her breasts. Ann would always push his hand away. He would then direct her hand into his lap. Eventually she would allow him to press her hand against his hard member. She would feel it for a moment, then she would withdraw it quickly. On this night however, when Jim's hand began feeling Ann's small breasts through her sweater she didn't move it away.

Feeling Ann's hard nipples through the material and not feeling her remove his hand, Jim began pinching her nipples. Ann's sexual switches were flicked on. Jim moved his hand under her sweater forcing his way under her bra. He pushed her bra up over her tits. Her tits were small and solid and very warm. Jim's finger and thumb began pinching and pulling first one nipple then the other. Jim's tongue probed deeply into her mouth and she sucked his tongue wildly.

Ann's sweater had worked its way up and her breasts were almost exposed. Jim broke off his kiss and with both hands, raised the sweater and bra the rest of the way. There in the dim light her petite breasts displayed their pink erect nipples to Jim. Ann felt a quiver of excitement accompanied by a wave of fear.

Jim's mouth was on her breasts before she could change her mind if she had wanted to. No one had ever sucked on her nipples before. Suddenly Ann realized that this was the signal to her body that she wanted to have sex. Waves of warmth washed over her and her crotch became very warm and moist.

She dropped her hand onto Jim's lap and felt his stiffness. She spread her legs when she felt Jim's hand on her thigh. He rubbed her crotch and her pants became very wet. She pushed against his hand as it rubbed her. He said that he wanted to make love to her and she heard herself panting out a "Yesss, I want you to."

The moment that it took to stand up and pull the seat out into a bed gave Ann's conscience a chance to kick in. It was too late to stop. Jim had her pants and his pants off before she could think.

She reached down and felt him and thought that it was awfully large. It was hard and hot and slippery with his precum.

Ann lay back and spread her legs as Jim lay on top of her, raised slightly above her. He was kissing her and she him as she felt the pressure of him trying to enter. She suddenly wanted to say "stop" but his mouth covered hers and he rammed his way into her.

It hurt terribly at first, then the pain lessened and she felt him sliding in and out of her. Rather than pleasure however, Ann felt guilt and anxiety and pain. Jim kissed her and held her when he was done and told her that it would be better next time. But next time was not going to come as far as Ann was concerned. She was convinced more than ever that sex was dirty and something that was only to be done after marriage for the creation of children.

Ann told Jim that she didn't want to see him anymore, but a few weeks later she decided to go out with him again. There were no further attempts at sex but they found that they couldn't stay apart from one another. In six months they were married. The honeymoon was horrible but at least now Ann began to enjoy intercourse. She was somewhat free of the guilt feelings.

She began to realize that she really loved sex. She became comfortable talking about sex with Jim and her girlfriend. She stopped saying penis and vagina. She was titillated when talking about her pussy and Jim's cock.

"Hey Annie, pretty quiet. What ya thinkin' 'bout?", Jim's voice snapped Ann back to the present.

"Oh, I was just thinking about our first time in the back... and wondering why I went out with you again." Ann laughed.

"Give it up Annie. Once a girl has Jimmie, she can't stay away. I used to have to beat 'em off with a stick... wellll I guess it was pretty bad at first."

"Uh huh. But we're getting better. I think I've gotten rid of a lot of my hang-ups."

Ann drifted back into thought. The previous fall was probably a major turning point for her. She had watched a talk show concerning the use of sex toys. When the women talked about dildos and various sizes offering variety, Ann's curiosity was aroused. Jim almost fainted when she told him she might want to get a dildo and maybe see an adult video sometime. Jim caught his breath and asked if she wanted to go to an adult shop. In a moment of boldness Ann had said, "Yes, let's go now."

She had vivid memories of the store. It was not as sleazy as she thought it would be but she was the only woman in the place except for the woman behind the counter. She remembered feeling as if the half dozen or so men customers were all looking at her.

She was glad to be with Jim but also felt a tinge of enjoyment thinking that these men were glancing at her shapely legs and protruding ass.

The dildos were in a display case and Ann couldn't believe the range of sizes. There was one on top of the counter and Ann picked it up without thinking. It was mammoth she thought. The woman behind the counter explained matter of factly that it was made from a mold of a real dick. All of that brand up to the ten inches that she was holding were made from molds of real cocks.

It was so heavy and so thick and so long. It was twice as big as Jim. Ann couldn't believe that a man was that big. But she wanted it, she didn't know why. She just wanted it. The woman told her that it was the most popular model and to be sure to use a good lubricant. Jim asked about videos and the woman pointed to the back of the store where a few men stood before several racks of videos. Ann was too embarrassed to go back there. They bought the dildo and left.

That night Ann tried the dildo. Jim liberally greased her pussy and the dildo and tried to get it into her small opening. It hurt and felt too large. Ann took the dildo from Jim and worked the big rubber dick against her pussy finally getting it in without too much pain. Before long, Ann was enjoying the big cock rubbing inside her.

"ummmmm"

Ann's moan caused Jim to take his eyes from the road and look over at her. She had her eyes closed and her feet up on the dashboard, her hand rubbing her pussy.

"Looks hot Annie, is that my cock you're thinking about?"

Annie opened her eyes, "Of course, hon. Like you said, once a girl gets it, they're hooked."

Jim's head turned back to the road then turned to look out his window. His gaze stayed there for a while and then turned forward as a convertible gradually slid ahead of them in the next lane.

Ann looked at the open car and saw two young blond girls. The girl in the passenger seat turned and waved, her ample breasts clearly visible. Like the car, she was topless too.

Jim glanced back at Ann. "Just looking."

"That's ok, as long as I get to do some looking too."

"Of course you can Annie, I'm not the jealous type."

"Jim, how come guys all like big tits?"

"Jus' cuz they're big I guess. Same reason girls like big cocks I spose."

"Hey - there's the sign. We made it."

The drive had gone by quickly and they arrived at the campground in the early afternoon. The campground was sparsely occupied with motorhomes and trailers. They checked in and drove to the space assigned to them. Next to them was a large motorhome, the kind of luxury that Winnebago owners probably dream of some day owning.