Chapter 2

MORE TRAVIS

Apparently Annette had a bigger mouth than I thought, at least about what she had experienced after the game. By the middle of the next week, three other cheerleaders had each asked if they could go out, or get a ride home after the game. Each made it very clear that Annette had confided in them about what I had done for her, and each girl told me that they were already on the pill. The team rules said that we had to be home by nine o'clock on the night before a game, but they didn't say anything about two nights prior. Morgan was the first of the three that had asked me so I agreed to go out with her on Wednesday evening. By the time I got through with practice, got showered and then had dinner, it was already past eight. I found her house without too much trouble and she directed me to her favorite private spot which turned out to be inside a barn on her uncle's farm. She had a blanket spread out and a pillow as well. I thought that things had gotten out of hand already, and it was only the fourth week of school.

What attracted me to Morgan was her smile. It is one of those smiles that can make the saddest person happy, at least for a moment. Her eyes sparkle and she just always appears to be genuinely happy. As she led me to the set up that she had created in the barn, she began to undress, so that by the time I was standing beside the blanket, she was already naked.

"Don't worry about playing with my boobs. I don't have enough to play with anyway."

She didn't have much. Honestly, I think my sister's boobs are bigger. But what she didn't have for boobs, she made up with her bush. WOW! Coal black hair, thick, dense, tight curls that completely covered her pussy in a very neat triangle. Either she trimmed it neatly or it just stopped at the creases of her legs because none extended onto her thighs. But what was there, in that triangle was thick, heavy and defined her as a woman for sure. I had her on her back on that blanket in a split second and I had my head nestled in between her thighs. I kissed both thighs, near the top, but intentionally stayed away from her pussy, preferring to breathe on it casually as I moved from thigh to thigh. I rolled her thighs and legs up over my shoulders and began to run my tongue around her rosebud. She tried to push away when she felt my contact but I held her firmly and then spread her ass cheeks while I pushed my tongue into her asshole. She continued to squirm but accepted what I was doing and when I moved from it to the opening of her cunt, I felt her relax and then tense again. I stopped.

"Hasn't anyone ever done this for you before?"

"Oh God no. Please don't stop. Please."

I returned my tongue to her pussy, licking around the outside of the opening, teasing it, almost cruelly, and then without warning, pushed my tongue into her, holding that position, and wiggling the tip of my tongue as rapidly as I could. She experienced her first orgasm, which caused her thighs to clamp tightly against my head while her muscles contracted. As was my technique, I didn't stop wiggling my tongue inside her, and her excitement level continued to build even though she had cuming at the same time. After some time, I removed my tongue and began lapping it up the split of her labia, almost like a child licks an ice cream cone. But each time, I stopped short of her clit, saving that until she was nearly out of control.

"Oh please, make me cum. Please. I can't take this anymore." She was begging me.

She had cum several times, but she knew that there was also this massive tension building inside her. I decided that I had teased her long enough and, just as I had with Annette, sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it firmly in my lips and then backed away from her body. I doubt if I really moved as much as an inch, but to her, it felt like I had stretched her clit out a foot. I held tight and allowed for her climax to happen. As I diddled her clit with my tongue, her hips began to bounce uncontrollably. After about a minute, she stopped -- stopped completely and sighed loudly. I moved up and pushed my cock into her cunt. She opened her eyes, wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me into her tightly. I couldn't move. I had to reach behind me and unlock her legs so that I could drive into her, which I then did with a fervor that she had not expected. I drove hard and deep, probably three minutes, maybe more, before I felt my load fly. And it was a heavy load, too. There is something about the feeling that I have when I am shooting my cum deep into a girl. Damn, it feels good!

I had cum so much that it was pushing out of her every time I pushed into her. Cum was running down across her rosebud and pooling on the blanket under her back. I was in the mood for a little ass fucking so I pulled out and pushed her legs a little higher, then pushed into her ass without warning. That got her attention, let me tell you. She screamed so loud I thought it would bring the neighbors. My cock was so coated with cum and her moisture that it slipped right in without difficulty, although I have to say she sure was tight. That's the thing about ass fucking. You don't really have to go in very deep because all the tightness is right in the beginning, unless you want to establish your control and dominance over her body that is. And I was in that mood too. So when it came time for me to cum again, I shoved my cock all the way up her butt until my balls were banging on her cheeks and then I let loose my barrage of cum shots. That does feel good!

When I had finished, I gave her clit a twist between my thumb and knuckle and she screamed again and had another orgasm.

Later we just sat on the blanket and talked. "You're a wild man, you know."

"Why? What's that all about?" I replied.

"Well, I have dated a lot of the guys in our school, and not one of them has ever done that to me with his tongue. You have no idea how exciting that is. I have never felt like that before. I thought I was off in another world there for a while."

"I know. All girls react the same way when I do that. I think I have that much figured out anyway. I don't claim to know a lot about girls, but I think I have figured out how to excite them."

"You have no clue about how just how good that is. And I just want to say that I have had several other guys want to do what you did later, and I always denied them that. And you didn't even ask!"

"Are you talking about when I shoved my cock up your ass?" I wanted to talk a little crudely just because she was being so polite about what we had done.

"Yes"

"Well, then say that. Don't beat around the bush. Don't be coy. Good grief. I just got through eating your pussy and fucking you both in your cunt and your ass. Kinda hard to be coy about that, isn't it."

"Well, it's embarrassing. No girl wants to admit, even to herself, that she let a boy do that."

"That's pretty silly, isn't it? You did. I know it. You know it. It felt really good, to me. And you came a whole bunch of times. I'm not saying that you should wear a sign telling the world what we have enjoyed, but I sure don't see a big need to deny it either."

"Well, it's still embarrassing."

"And that reminds me. What did you mean when you said before that I didn't even ask? What's that about? I didn't ask when I licked your pussy, and I didn't ask if you wanted me to fuck you. I doubt very much that I am going to ask permission to fuck your ass!"

"Like I said. You are a wild man."

"But you loved it, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then admit it. Tell me what you loved."

She was very quiet, saying nothing at all for a minute and the silence was deafening. Finally, almost red faced with embarrassment, she said, "I loved it when you fucked me in my ass."

I kissed her.

"Do you know what I love?'

No."

"I love looking at that bush of yours. That is so exciting. It really turns me on. I love to see a girl with a lot of pussy hair. I am so glad you don't shave it off."

"Really? You surprise me. And I don't think I have as much as some other girls. You should see Kim."

"I don't know her."

"She is in my phys. ed. class and I see her in the shower every morning after class. She has a lot more than I do."

"Well, yours is gorgeous. I love it." I made a mental note to meet Kim.

I had no difficulty finding dates after the games and on the Saturday evenings when we were home, I seldom missed an opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of one of my schoolmates. I drew the line at dating freshman girls though, first because they were in the same class as Sarah, and I didn't want to create any problems for her, and second because most of them didn't excite me physically. There were some cute ones, to be sure, but I had plenty to choose from among the second, third and fourth year girls. The thing that surprised me the most was the number of girls that were already on the pill. I actually confirmed with each girl that she was already on the pill before I finalized any arrangements for dates. I couldn't see any point in going out with girls that might get pregnant. I'd leave them for the other guys. I am immensely grateful for Mom's new found understanding of sexuality, and of Hank's generosity in sharing his home with us. When it got too cold to be outside on dates, I always knew that I could bring my date home to the entertainment center and enjoy the privacy of that building. I even managed to use the day bed in the den one time when Sarah had some of her friends in the pool.

The football team managed to get through the season with a winning record, which apparently is something that had not happened in several years. I'd like to think it was because of me, but I am not that egotistical. I'm sure that I did my share, and what I was able to teach my teammates certainly helped too, but it was mostly due to our team approach to playing. We had no "stars" and that was just fine with me.

It also meant that the Thanksgiving Holiday was nearing and my parents had agreed that Sarah and I would travel to Arizona to spend that weekend with my father, something that neither Sarah nor I looked forward to. But that was their agreement, and we didn't have a lot of choice because we are still minors in the eyes of the courts and we have to do what they say. As soon as school was out on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Hank drove us to the St. Louis airport and we flew off to see Dad. I must admit that flying first class is pretty nice. It was the first flight for either of us, but it was easy to see how much nicer it was up front than it would have been in the back, all crammed together. When we got off the plane, the security rules prohibited anyone from meeting us at the gate, and the baggage area was a mass of humanity on that particular night. Both Sarah and I looked all over for Dad, but we could not locate him anywhere, and we had no idea where he lived or how to get there. I was too young to rent a car on my own, even though I do have a credit card in my name now. We stood for an hour waiting for someone to show up and finally decided to call Mom. She was furious at Dad, of course, but she got Hank to call him on the other phone and ask about arrangements to meet us. Dad finally admitted that he had overlooked that issue and said he would leave immediately for the airport. His idea of immediately differs from mine because he didn't show up for another two hours, and when he did, he smelled strongly of alcohol. Sarah wanted to go back home, but I told her that we had to spend the weekend with him, per their agreement. She was disappointed in me that I would not support her in this, but I embraced her and told her that I would not let anything bad happen. It was a good thing that we had flown first class and that they had fed us a meal on the flight because we did not get to dad's house until after eleven p.m. and he never gave a thought that we might actually be hungry.

He showed us to our bedrooms and we went to bed immediately, choosing not to stay up and talk or socialize, or even watch television. Because our body clocks were still set on Central time, we awoke early and had already eaten breakfast when we were joined by a young woman in her early twenties. She came into the kitchen wearing a terry cloth robe, her hair was disheveled and she appeared as if she was still half asleep.

"Did you make any coffee?" were the first words from her mouth.

"Who are you?" Sarah asked.

"My name Is Andrea, but you may call me Andi. This is my house. You must be Scott's kids. Did you make any coffee?"

"No, we didn't make any coffee. I am Sarah and this is my brother, Travis. This is your house?"

This woman was not a lot older that I am -- I was guessing not more than twenty two or three, and she had a very distinctive voice that immediately began to get on my nerves.

"Aren't you may dad's secretary?" I asked her.

"Administrative Assistant is the correct title. Yes, I am."

"So, where is Dad? Why are we staying at your house and not his?"

"We live together."

"Oh, you're that girl!"

"So, where's my Dad?" I asked again.

"He had an early meeting. He'll be home in a little while."

"An early meeting on Thanksgiving Day?" Sarah asked, incredulously.

"I think he is playing golf with some friends."

"Why didn't someone meet us at the airport last night? Oh don't bother to answer that. I won't like the response anyway. Come one, Sarah, let's go get dressed and wait for Dad to get back."

Dad showed up just after noon which meant that Sarah and I had nothing to do all morning except talk to the woman who had begun an affair with our father. She was not exactly the person that I wanted to spend much time with, and having been isolated with her for the entire first morning of the visit, was not thrilled about spending the afternoon with her as well. Sarah was pretty upset about everything, and I couldn't blame her really. She was most upset about Dad's girlfriend, about her being only a few years older that us. Of course, once he arrived, Dad put on a good show about being interested in us, in our activities, in school --the whole thing. It was all so much bullshit I wanted to punch him in the mouth for being such a phony. And, no surprise, the delightful Miss Andi had no idea how to cook a turkey, so we all went out for Thanksgiving dinner to some restaurant. During that dinner, I asked Dad what the plans were for the rest of the weekend and his response was that he didn't have anything special in mind, just thought we could hang around together. He also added that he had another golf game on Friday afternoon.

"So what are we supposed to do while you're playing golf?" Sarah asked, bluntly.

"I thought maybe you could get to know Andi better."

"This is your plan?" Sarah asked. "You make us come out here to be with you, and then you play golf and think that we will make friends with your girlfriend because you're not here. This is your idea of a fun weekend? I have no interest in making friends with your girlfriend, Dad. Remember? She's the one you chose to have an affair with that broke up our family. No, Dad. Lousy idea."

Shortly after we returned to Andi's house, Sarah said that she wanted to go home and that I should get our tickets changed. I agreed, this time, that it was time to end this visit. I called the airline and asked if we could change our reservation, and they were most helpful. When I went back into the living room, Dad and Andi were sitting on the sofa trying to understand Sarah's comments.

"We're going to go home tomorrow morning, Dad. We decided that we were imposing on your free time and, at least in my opinion, you don't seem to be all that interested in our presence here anyway. If it's not too much trouble, we would appreciate a ride to the airport, but if you can't handle that, we'll just take a cab. We already changed our tickets. I'm guessing that this is the last one of these forced visits we will be making."

Friday morning, dad was no where to be found. Andi said that he had gone out earlier, but she was not sure where. Sarah and I had breakfast by ourselves and then returned to our rooms to pack. Andi came into my room while I was packing.

"I have been thinking about everything that has happened this weekend. I agree that it has not been a very pleasant weekend for you or your sister, and I apologize for that. Your father has been very busy in his new position and he spends many hours at work. He deserves time to unwind and deal with the stresses of his job."

"You do not need to apologize for my father. Nothing has changed. He has never "been there" for us as children. He has never been interested in anyone except himself. In the past several months, Mom and I have had many long talks about life, marriage, and who knows what else. I can tell you this, based upon those discussions. The entire time they were married, he was never "there" for her either. And from what she says, he was a terrible lover who never even cared enough about her to see that her needs were satisfied as well as his."

"Travis! That's not something a boy needs to know about his mother and father."

"To hell with that. I know a helluva lot about what went on and didn't go on between them, now. I'm willing to bet you that he doesn't satisfy you in bed either. I'll bet you are in denial that he is a terrible lover, because you know he is so stressed and you just want to keep him happy. Guess what? It will NEVER improve. You signed yourself up to live with a conceited, arrogant shallow lover, and now you're stuck with him. It was exciting when it was secret, but now..."

"Travis, this conversation is entirely inappropriate. Your father is a wonderful man. You have no idea..."

"My point precisely," I interrupted. "We have no idea because he was never with his family enough to know. When he wasn't working, he was screwing you. And where is he now, incidentally? When were we supposed to learn how great he was? And according to Mom, when they did do it, it was three minutes of non-stop him. I almost feel sorry for you. If you really think about it, I bet you would come to realize that you are simply the latest depository for his cum." She slapped my face.

About that time, Sarah came into the room and announced that our cab to the airport had pulled into the driveway. I threw the rest of my clothes into my suitcase, said goodbye to Andi, and we headed off for home.

Mom and Hank had gone away for the weekend as well, anticipating that we would not return from Arizona until Sunday. That was fine. Sarah and I are perfectly capable of fending for ourselves for a weekend, and Sarah was upset about Dad and our trip and she indicated that she preferred to have some time by herself for a while. She came to my bedroom the next morning and offered herself to me. She told me that she wanted to confirm that at least one man in her life actually loved her and cared about her. When I assured her that I did, she immediately went down and sucked my cock until I blew my load down her throat. She continued sucking me to keep me hard and then flipped around onto her knees, buried her head in my pillow and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. It was her way of telling me how much she loved me, I think. She had become accustomed to the discomfort of anal sex by that point. I can't truly say that she enjoyed it, but it gave her emotional pleasure to do it for me, knowing how very much I enjoyed doing that with her. Beyond the erotic sight of her ass and little tiny rosebud peeking up at me, and the sight of my cock pushing into it, it is an incredibly exciting sensation to feel the head of my cock, which is at least as big as a golf ball, push into her tight little ass. The tension is phenomenal, even with lube there is friction on the head of my cock unlike anything else. And by the time I get ready to cum, I can push it all the way in, burying it up to when our bodies touch before I let loose my cum shots. When she feels the hot cum splashing around in her butt, it is usually enough to give her a small orgasm, without me having to do anything else.