Cabin Fever(Part Two-Conclusion)

Early the next morning they awoke and immediately started laughing. Had it really been that good? Yes, it had. Then Bettina promptly noticed the big erection between Travis?s legs, so she went down on him, sucked that thing, and started her day with a mouthful of his cum. Then she fucked him.Bettina pretty much moved in after that. She wanted to sleep with him and fuck him as much as possible, and Travis felt the same. She still went home to help out with her younger siblings sometimes, but things were a little strained around there with her parents, so she didn?t hang around much.Travis bought an old Volkswagen Bug for four hundred dollars so Bettina could get to and from town without having to bike it or take the truck. While Bettina went to work, Travis?s routine was fishing in the morning, going to town in the afternoon to sell his catch and run his errands, and then go home and write.The writing had taken off. It had turned into a story instead of a sermon. He kept the first part about going to war and the atrocities he?d witnessed, but it turned into something quite different from what he?d envisioned when he started. And it was good. He knew it was good and he had submitted a couple excerpts to various magazines, hoping to get them published.At night, if he was really on a roll, Travis would write into the night, and Bettina would wait in bed, reading and listening to his typewriter bang away in the other room. When the typewriter was put to bed for the night, Travis would go to his bed and bang Bettina. He had to, he was so keyed up, it would be the only way he could get to sleep afterward. He needed her. It was expected and Bettina looked forward to it. She wanted him inside her all the time. And in the mornings, Travis always woke up with a massive hard-on, so she would take it into her mouth and suck him until he came.----One Sunday morning they were in bed naked, holding each other. They had just concluded a hot session of oral sex, going down on each other in a pleasurable, intense sixty-nine which ended in explosive orgasms. Travis loved eating Bettina?s pussy; he thought it was so sexy that her black hole was pink inside, the contrast excited him. And Bettina loved sucking his white cock. She did so every morning.?Will you do me a favor?? Bettina asked.?Of course,? Travis said. ?What?"?Fuck me in the ass,? she said.?What? Really? You want that???Yeah.??You like it that way???I think I will. I want you to have all of me.?She got up and walked to the dresser drawer where she kept some of her clothes. She lay back on the bed face-down and handed Travis a tube of KY jelly. She wiggled her ass and spread her cheeks for him and Travis was impressed when he saw her asshole dilate wide open and close a couple times.?Ooh, looks like somebody?s ready,? he said, as he was screwing the cap off of the tube.He squeezed a big glob into the crack of her ass and he knew right away it was much more than was needed. He pushed a healthy dose into her asshole with his finger and wiggled it around in there a few times.?Ah, that?s nice,? Bettina sighed.He slathered his cock with the stuff from its tip to his nuts. There was plenty left over so he rubbed it all over her butt. Her whole ass was glistening with the stuff.?There. A nice, shiny black ass,? he said.Bettina rolled over on her back and shove two pillows under her ass. She raised her legs so they were pretty near wrapped around the back of her head.?I want to see your face,? she said.She put her hands on her slick buttocks and pulled them apart. Her asshole was ready for him. He placed the head of his dick against her opening and held it there for a moment, his sensitive nose cone resting against her rubbery flange. Then he pushed it inward.Bettina gasped as it entered her. She felt it reach into her, stretching her, then back off, then in a little more, then back, then again, and again, slowly, gently reaming her. When Travis had about half of his cock into her, he picked up the pace. She was grunting with each push, and it felt to her like a log was being rammed up her ass, but it was gliding in and out seamlessly, and the more it slid in and out of her, the more she liked it. She felt proud she could take that whole big thing up there. Before long, Travis was fucking her pretty hard.?God, this feels fucking good,? he said.?You got all of me, now. Take it,? Bettina said sharply, staring into his eyes. ?Now you?ve fucked all of me. I?m yours now.?That made Travis fuck her even harder. His eyes were darting back and forth from Bettina?s eyes to her asshole, where he was mesmerized at the sight of his white rod disappearing into and reappearing from her black ass.?This feels so fucking good!? Travis almost shouted.?Yeah, you like fuckin? my ass. You own my ass now. I?m all yours now.?Travis was banging her like he was post hole digger. They were both groaning with each thrust and Travis wouldn?t have imagined that he ever would stick his whole dick up Bettina?s ass, but he was, all the way in, then out, then all the way in again, over Ataşehir Escort and over. Then an odd idea popped into his head. He stopped for a moment with the length of his cock embedded into her.?What?s the matter?? Bettina asked.?Nothing?s the matter,? Travis said. ?Just had a thought, that?s all.??What thought???I just happened to think, what if your Momma could see us now??Bettina burst out laughing and her body shook, and Travis could feel her asshole quaking around his cock. Travis grinned and soon both of them were shaking with laughter.?She?d pray for me, I guess,? Bettina finally said, and they had another laugh.Travis slowly started swaying his cock in and out again, and gradually picked up speed.?Damn, this feels so fucking good,? he said again.?You better hurry up and come. Come in my ass.?Travis pounded away and within a minute he let out a belching roar and his hot cum climbed its way up through his shaft like a flame thrower. Ropes of his cum ripped their way out, deep into the sweet spot of Bettina?s ass. He sighed loudly as he pulled out and he watched her sphincter, wide as a silver dollar, slowly close and return to its sexy pucker. He collapsed beside her.?That was so fucking good,? Travis said. ?You okay???Oh yeah,? she said. ?My ass is yours now.??Let me see my new ass,? Travis said.He rolled her over on her stomach. He traced his fingers over her butt and along her crack and fingered her asshole, then he did the same with his tongue.?Such a nice ass,? he said. ?It looks like a heart.??What?? Bettina said, raising and turning her head.?It does. Like an upside-down heart. You know how a heart has two round parts at the top and a point at the bottom? Your ass has two round cheeks at the bottom, and your crack points right up to the point between your legs.?Bettina giggled as he circled her butt cheeks with his fingers and then slipped a hand between her legs and fingered her pussy.They kissed gently as Travis caressed her butt and her crack and her hole.----The following week Travis didn?t go fishing as much. He stepped up his writing and had outlined the last few chapters and wanted to get it all down on paper while it was fresh in his mind and the words were flowing. First of the week he did take a drive to a jewelry store in the small city across the river, and made a return trip at the end of the week. Bettina?s twentieth birthday was coming the next weekend and he wanted to get her something nice.Bettina worked at the drug store and helped out at home in the evenings. Her mother wasn?t feeling well and was overwhelmed. But she never failed to go home to the cabin at night, no matter how late. She?d get there and Travis would be at his desk and she would try to get him into bed. A couple times he wasn?t quite ready so she fucked him right there in his chair. She liked sleeping with him, holding him, waking up with him. She liked having the fresh memory of his cock inside her as she went about her day.Travis picked up his mail on Friday and there was a letter from a national magazine to which he?d submitted an excerpt of his book. It would be published in an upcoming issue and his check would be sent when they went to press.On Saturday evening Travis took Bettina to dinner across the river. They dressed up a little, but not too much, and got a prominent table overlooking the river. The white patrons couldn?t help stealing glances at the obviously-entranced salt-and-pepper odd couple sharing smiles and lobsters in front of the large windows. The black servants seemed to enjoy the floor show too.With dinner over, Travis gave Bettina her birthday gift. It was a flat box wrapped in yellow paper with red ribbon. She tore it open and put her hand over her mouth and gasped when she saw what it was: a white gold chain attached to an upside-down gold heart with a diamond in the middle.She started crying and said, ?It?s beautiful!??Happy Birthday, Bettina,? Travis said. ?I had it custom-made especially for you.?He slid closer and clasped it around her neck. The gold chain and heart and diamond sparkled like a beacon against her ebony skin.?I?m falling in love with you, you know that don?t you?? he said.Bettina nodded up and down emphatically with watery cheeks and Travis kissed her and tasted the salt of her tears.?I love you too,? she said softly.The waiter brought out a small cake and some of the staff sang ?Happy Birthday? to her, and the customers gave them a round of applause. Bettina blew out the candle and they each had several bites of cake as they held hands.?Let?s go home and make love,? Bettina whispered.Travis left plenty of cash on the table and they got up to leave. They received another round of applause as they walk/limped out of the room.----On the ride home, Bettina had a hard time keeping her hands off of him. Travis told her to stop, move over before she caused an accident.?I want you to come in all my holes tonight,? she said.?Okay, but let?s get home first.??I love my necklace.??I do too.??I?m never taking it off.?They Ataşehir Escort Bayan talked about different things to take her mind off his penis. She talked about her job and her family and her mother?s health. She asked about how his book writing was coming along.?It had been going really, really well the last few weeks, and I had the last few chapters all mapped out,? Travis said. ?But now I?m almost done, just a couple chapters to go, but just I can?t seem to finish it.?There was a silence for a moment or two.?Maybe you are finished,? Bettina said.Those words hung in the air and there was quiet while Travis thought about what she?d said. Maybe she was right.They got back to the cabin. Bella greeted them and ran and did her business and followed them inside. Travis?s dick was hard and Bettina?s pussy was wet so they undressed each other in a frenzy?except for her necklace, of course?and he took his woman to bed.His cock slipped into her with smooth grace and they were fucking in an instant, perfectly in tune. He kissed her neck and licked her upside-down heart and fingered her ass and fucked her mouth with his tongue. It was only a few minutes before they both reached orgasm together.As he ejaculated Travis realized that Bettina was right. He WAS finished. The book was finished, the ending just needed to be tightened up. I AM finished, he thought.I?M NOT IN PAIN OR PISSED-OFF ANYMORE.----Travis worked hard on his book over the next few days. He had edited it over and over as he?d been writing and rewriting it, so it was pretty much ready for submission, other than for the last chapter. He rewrote the chapter, simplifying and*resolving things as best he could. Then he typed like a madman for a few days. He had contact information for five publishers that looked like a good fit for the book. He typed five copies with carbons and mailed the originals with a cover letter that named the popular national magazine in which an excerpt was already scheduled for publication. He mailed all five packages out first-class from the post office in town. Then he got back to fishing.Bettina was busier than ever too. She worked full-time at the drug store and part-time helping her mother and grandmother at home. But she never failed to go back to the cabin at night, against her mother?s wishes, to sleep, fuck and wake up with Travis.After a couple of weeks, Travis started checking his P.O. box more often, hoping for a letter from a publisher. He thought maybe he should get a phone installed but nixed the idea. It would probably be expensive for the phone company to run a line out to his cabin, plus the only person he?d want to call lived with him.The first correspondence he received back from a publisher was a form letter saying thanks, but no thanks. It wasn?t what they were looking for. Then a couple weeks after that, he got a letter from another publisher saying they had received his manuscript but they were currently backlogged and would be in touch if they thought it was something they?d like to pursue. After that, another Dear John letter from a third publisher.Finally, on a Wednesday a few weeks later, a fourth letter was delivered to his mailbox that was a little different. It had a sense of urgency, they were interested. It asked that Travis call at his earliest convenience. Travis walked over to the bank and bought a roll of dimes and then found a pay phone in the lobby of the hotel.Somehow Travis?s manuscript had landed on the desk of an editor named Ed Wright who loved the book and also happened to know an editor at the magazine that was planning to publish the excerpt. They spoke and were both enthusiastic about the work and exchanged ideas about promotion and perhaps allowing the magazine to run several excerpts and perhaps an interview in consecutive issues if Ed?s firm published the book.Travis inserted two dimes and dialed the long-distance number and an operator came on the line and told him how many more dimes to put into the slot for the first three minutes. A woman with a pleasant voice answered and he told her he wanted to talk to Ed Wright, and that Ed was expecting his call.Three minutes came and went while he was still on hold. He was dropping more coins into the slot when Ed came on the line.?Hello, Travis, this is Ed Wright, how are-- ? he said. And then,*?Are you calling from a pay phone???Yessir, Mr. Wright. I don?t have a home phone.??Goodness gracious. Does that phone have a number on it???Yessir,? Travis said, and gave him the number.?Okay, Travis, don?t move. I?m going to call you right back. We need to talk without you having to put coins in the phone.??Thank you, Mr. Wright.??Call me Ed. Talk to you in half a minute.?It didn?t take that long, and Travis picked up instantly. Ed told him that he loved his book and the story and the passion with which it was written, and a couple other editors had also read it and think we can sell it. He said he felt like he?d been to war with him. He?d wanted to cry tears of pain in Escort Ataşehir the first part but tears of joy at the end. He said he knew people at the magazine too, and they?d already discussed cross-promotion. He had a good feeling about this.?We have to get you up here to New York, to meet our team and talk about publishing this book. How soon can you come up here? I?ll send you a round trip plane ticket and we?ll pick you up at the airport and put you up in a nice hotel for a couple of days.??I could come up next week,? Travis said. ?But I?d rather not fly. Could I maybe take the train? There?s a depot not too far from where I live. An airport is hours away.??Of course, Travis, whatever you?re comfortable with. I?ll get working on this right away. I?ll send you the train ticket express mail. We?ll plan on meeting next Wednesday and Thursday, would that work??Travis said it would. Ed told him to check his mailbox on Friday and he should have the ticket, if not sooner. Travis walked on air, as nonchalantly as he could, back to his truck.----Travis couldn?t wait to tell Bettina the good news. He bought champagne and put it on ice and packed a picnic basket with bread and cheese and meat and fruit and other eats. He stowed them in the boat along with a quilt and a couple blankets.When Bettina got home Travis and Bella were sitting on the porch waiting for her. There were two glasses of champagne on the table. She sat down beside him and asked what was up.?A toast,? Travis said, handing her a glass. ?To this maybe-author maybe getting his book published.?Her eyes grew big as saucers. ?Really??Travis shrugged. He told her about the letter and his phone call with the editor and his upcoming trip to New York.?Oh, my god that?s wonderful! I can?t believe it. They?re going to publish your book!??Maybe.??They will, I know it,? she said*and stood up, whooped and hollered and danced around before hugging and kissing him. They tapped glasses and drank with her sitting on his lap.?Will you take care of Bella while I?m gone?? he asked.She gave him an are-you-crazy look and said yes, of course, that was a dumb question.They all three got in the boat and Travis took them out on the river to a quiet, private cove. They ate their dinner and drank champagne to celebrate and then spread the blankets and made love under the stars while the boat bobbed in the gentle tide and Bella kept watch.----The afterglow of good news did not shimmer for long.On Friday afternoon Travis went to town to pick up his mail. He was pleased to see he had received the envelope from the publisher. It included a round-trip train ticket, an itinerary, and a brochure about the publisher with Ed Wright?s business card attached. He would board the train Monday midday and would arrive at Penn Station in New York City twenty-seven hours later. A driver would greet him and take him to his hotel. The schedule showed that the train would go through many towns on the trip north.He shopped at the market and then visited the hardware for some supplies. He was planning to stop at the drug store but he didn?t see the VW parked in the side lot where Bettina usually parked it. Travis figured she was out making a delivery. The pharmacy had customers they delivered prescriptions to and the employees made the deliveries. Bettina had mentioned a few times how nice it was to have the bug and not have to ride her bike.He and Bella rode back to the cabin together. He wanted to wash the truck and the boat before supper.When the chores were done Travis grabbed a cold beer and sat on the porch to wait for Bettina. In between throws of the tennis ball he was thinking to himself, looking forward to the weekend just beginning. He was getting hard thinking about Bettina, and the next three nights of lovemaking they would share before he left on Monday for five days.Finally, Bettina drove up, got out of the car and walked toward the porch. Travis could tell immediately by her stride and the look on her face that something was terribly wrong. When she stepped up onto the porch, he could tell she?d been crying. She sat down beside him without even saying hi.?Bettina, what?s the matter?? he asked.She instantly burst into tears. Travis took her hand in his and she squeezed him tight. Then he took her in his arms until the sobs had abated some. She took a tissue from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes.?It?s Momma,? she said. ?It?s really bad.??What is it? Tell me.??She?s a lot sicker than we thought. For weeks and weeks she?s been going to doctors and specialists and labs and taking tests and having x-rays, and been bounced around to so many offices, running up bills. Over a thousand dollars already, and my parents don?t have good insurance, and don?t have the money to pay.?Bettina blew her nose into her saturated tissue. Travis got up and quickly returned with a handkerchief and handed it to her.?Go on,? he said.?Well, they found a tumor. In her lung. The doctor thinks it?s malignant. So far it hasn?t spread to any other organs, but he said it?s aggressive and probably would if they don?t go in and get it out.?But it?s expensive. We already owe so much and they want another fifteen hundred dollars just to agree to do the operation, and that?s not all it will cost with any complications and recovery and follow-up and who-knows-what. Oh, Travis, what are we going to do??