Chapter 6
The train carrying the Vernon High School basketball team to the state finals moved slowly out of the station. The elegant passenger cars lurched and shook along making Al Sweeney slightly nauseated before settling down to even, rhythmic pace.
Trains were terribly outdated, but there was something romantic about the cars chugging along through small towns and vast, uncluttered spaces that made them fun to travel on.
Every year Vernon High School booked three passenger cars for the state basketball finals. Athletics were big and the team always managed to place high enough in the standings to warrant the expense. Besides the team which filled up all of one car, there were the cheerleaders, the school clubs, the old alumni, and half the teaching staff.
Sweeney went along because he liked the free trip down to the capitol. He was also known to be a good disciplinarian meaning the kids liked him enough to keep a semblance of order.
"You all know the rules," he said standing at the head of the passenger car. "No drinking in front of the teachers and no smoking pot in the lavatories." Sweeney discovered that the students obeyed him if he pretended to be one of them. So he laced his warnings with many references to pimple creams, marijuana, booze, cocaine-whatever teenagers deemed relevant to their lives. Secretly he didn't care if they all got stoned out and jumped off the train. He wanted the free trip and the train ride.
"No beating off either, uh?" yelled a voice from the back of the car. A chorus of jeering and catcalls followed the obscene remark, but Sweeney pretended not to hear it. He sat down in a thickly cushioned, high back seat and leafed through a golfing magazine. He thought about improving his short game for the upcoming spring tournament.
Five rows back sat Jill. Her mother had packed a lunch big enough to serve half a dozen hungry people. But she wasn't the least bit interested in food. Ever since that revealing night on the balcony, Jill had not been the same person. She was struggling with her conscious. For sex was always at the center of her thinking. She couldn't go a single minute without her imagination exploring some lurid, obscene act.
If only I hadn't seen them doing it, she thought. If only I had watched Daddy sticking his dick into her mother's hole. Her own cunt had been sticky and icky and smelly and gooey after fucking in the drive-in. And she wondered how her mother's bunghole felt after Vaseline. And the hot cum and the dick probing was anybody's guess. She knew that her parents' sex life was none of her business, but as their daughter she was not ready to accept them yet as just two human beings with normal sexual drives. They were different because they were her folks!
It can't feel that good! I just know it can't! If I had been any kind of daughter at all, I'd have made daddy take it out! I should have pulled him out of mother's crack before he could spill his cum seed in her. I SHOULD HA VE DONE SOMETHING!
But because she had done nothing, Jill felt cowardly. She had come along on the train because she was a cheerleader and did not want to let the squad down. In her heart, however, she did not share the joy and merriment that the others did.
She did not think of sex as the clean, healthy activity that had given her so many great moments of pleasure. The picture was cloudy where it had been crystal clear. There were things about sex which she didn't want to know about. Or at least that is what Jill told herself. For her cunt was continuously sensitive to every body movement. A steady stream of juice flowed from her mound, saturating her panties with a viscous film. She could smell her body's strong aroma even through the heavy colognes which she sprayed liberally between her legs. And now, to add to her problems, came the burning glow that lived within her bunghole. It raged in her butt channel like an eel in a coral reef, squirming and thrashing about ready to blossom in sudden savagery.
If only she had stopped her mother!!! Why hadn't she been born strong willed like her friend Betsy. Nothing seemed to bother Betsy. She was up and about lining up boyfriends for the three days that the team would be playing in the capitol. Jill knew she should be doing the same thing. It was pointless to sit around and mope. That never solved problems-especially the sexual variety.
When Betsy came back from the front car, bouncing and skipping about like a kid her first time at an amusement park, Jill decided to play along.
"Come on, let's go up front," Betsy said, grabbing Jill's arm. The girl's energy seemed to burst out at the seams. "I've got six different dates lined up for tournament."
"Braggart!" chided Jill. What was she going to do with six boys when the tournament lasted only three days? A sense of dread forced Jill to act more enthusiastic than she felt. Knowing, Betsy Man-son, you'll have all those boys all over you the first night and then spend the next two by yourself.
Betsy smiled impishly as if to let Jill in on a secret. Or did she? Jill's head was swimming in indecision. For all she knew, Betsy had no such intentions.
"Come on, amigo," she said. "I want to show you something." The two raced merrily down the aisle past Al Sweeney who looked up for an instant from his magazine. He lost interest quickly in his golf magazine as the painful throbbing in his crotch turned his thoughts to other, more important things.
Where are those two silly nitwits going? he wondered. Though the parents of these kids traveling with the team assumed that part of the trip was devoted to some old fashion hell raising, Sweeney knew otherwise. The kids weren't content to drink a few beers and grab a little ass as their folks had done in the name of fun and adventure. Gang bangs and group gropes had replaced spin the bottle with the new generation. Sweeney smiled to himself and decided against following them to wherever the two young fillies were headed. There would be plenty of time for that later. He knew a little about both girls; not a great deal, but enough to be sure that under the right conditions they would be willing to try anything.
"Where are we going?" asked Jill. They had already gone by the second passenger car and were now back at the dining compartment which was strictly out of bounds for the traveling students.
Betsy said not a word until they reached the bar car. Most of the tables were empty except for one near the rear of the car. Two men were smoking and drinking beer. Betsy giggled out loud and led Jill towards her two male friends. Jill felt suspicious at first, then coming closer, her heart started pounding madly.
"Kevin, what are you doing here!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, like a stiff breeze clearing off a morning fog, her depression lifted. Jill felt very much alive.