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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age by T. F. Yank
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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Chapter Two
The three couple left the theater and headed for the local hang-out.
Debbie snuggled close to Thomas as he put his arm around her shoulder.
Debbie slowed her walk until the others were about ten feet ahead of
them.
"Are you very hungry?" she asked.
"No, not really. Why?"
"I don't want anything to eat either."
"You don't have to eat anything, if you don't want to."
"Yeah, I know. But I don't want to go there."
"It's kind of early to go home," Thomas said, feeling disappointed.
"But if that's what you want . . ."
"I don't want to go home yet, either."
"But if you don't want to go home, and you don't want to . . ."
"I thought we could take a walk through the park. Just the two of
us," Debbie offered, her hand caressing his cheek.
"The park? There ain't nothing to do there," Thomas replied,
feeling uncomfortable at her touch.
"Yes there is," Debbie replied coyly, her hand moving down to his
chest. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, her hand
dropped to his crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Realizing what she intended, Thomas called out, "Hey guys, wait up."
Debbie quickly removed her hand, and nearly had to run to keep up
with Thomas. Catching up to the others, he said, "Debbie's not feeling
too well. And I guess I had better take her home."
"You're not well?" Sandy asked Debbie.
"Guess I'm just tired. I figure I'd better just go home."
"Maybe we should go with you," said Louanne.
"No! I mean . . . that ain't necessary. Tommy will take me home.
No reason for the rest of you to screw up your evening. I'm not sick,
or nothing like that. Just tired."
"If you're sure you don't need us along?" asked Louanne, glancing at
Thomas.
Debbie caught Louanne's meaning and shook her head. "No, really.
I'll be okay. You go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow."
Saying goodbye, the others took off. When they were out of sight,
Debbie grabbed Thomas' hand.
"Comon. I'll race you."
Thomas had little trouble keeping up with her. He could have easily
left her far behind, but it seemed to make her happy to think she was
beating him. They arrived at the entrance to the park, breathless from
laughing. Thomas was surprised, and a bit disappointed, to see so many
other couples walking around.
Debbie noticed his disappointment. She said, "Don't worry. I know
a special place where there ain't so many people. Comon, follow me."
She led Thomas away from the main path to a clump of evergreen
trees. Looking around to make certain no one was watching, she ducked
under the low branches and disappeared into the trees. He followed.
He had to crawl for a ways, but finally came into a small clearing.
Debbie was waiting for him.
"Isn't this perfect?" she asked. "No one can see in here, and we'd
hear someone coming long before they got here."
Thomas looked around. The clearing was about 6 feet across. The
ground was covered in pine needles. The area was lit by one of the
nearby street lights. Not a lot, but enough so they could see one
another.
Thomas stood looking at Debbie, not quite certain what to do next.
Debbie moved closer and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I guess you can show me your muscle now."
Thomas didn't understand why she was so interested in his muscles.
But if that was what she wanted? He raised his arm and flexed.
Debbie laughed. "That ain't exactly the muscle I had in mind. But
it'll do for starters."
Slipping her hands under his shirt, she pulled it up to his chest.
Her hands caressed his chest as her lips sought one of his nipples.
The touch of her lips sent shivers down his spine. His hands went to
her breasts, and in his urgency, he squeezed them.
Debbie pushed him away. "No! Not like that. Be gentle. Like you
were before. Here," she said, pulling him to the center of the
clearing. "Take off your shirt, and come lie down here."
Thomas tore at his shirt as Debbie removed her blouse. She kneeled
on the ground, waiting for him to join her.
"Now take off my bra. No, it hooks in the front. See? There. Now
gently remove it. Okay. Now gently touch them. Yeah, like that.
God, that feels good. Now kiss them. No, not like that. Use your
tongue too. Yeah, that's it. Don't stop using your hands. Do both.
Yeah, like that. God, you're good. Suck my nipples. Ooh, that feels
good. Now the other one."
Thomas followed her directions, enjoying everything she asked him to
do. He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted. He marvelled at the
silky texture of her skin. And when her nipples started to harden
under his touch, he worked even harder.
Debbie's hands went to his belt. She struggled to undo it without
success. "Damn, how do you take this sucker off? Comon, give me a
hand here."
Thomas didn't want to stop playing with her breasts. But her
squirming made it difficult. He reached down and undid the belt
buckle. Debbie's hands undid the button of his pants and then opened
the zipper. She tugged at his pants until he raised his hips to allow
her to pull them down. Her hands grabbed the waistband of his boxer
shorts and pulled them down too.
"Now that's the muscle I'm really interested in. Oh, the poor
thing. He looks so red and angry. Maybe if I give him a little kiss,
he won't feel so bad."
Thomas watched in amazement as Debbie lowered her head to his penis.
She took the tip into her mouth. He found it almost impossible to
breathe. His heart was racing so fast he was sure it would burst.
"No! Please! You shouldn't do that," he managed to say.
Debbie raised her head and looked at him. Her hands grasped his
shaft tightly and moved up and down its length.
"I shouldn't? But I thought you'd like it. The other boys always
want me to do this."
"No you shouldn't. It's bad. It's a sin."
"But doesn't it feel good? Don't you like it when I do this?" she
asked as she lowered her head once again and sucked hard on the tip of
his enlarged penis.
"Oh God, yes," he groaned. "But it isn't proper. We shouldn't be
doing this."
"Haven't you ever done this before?" Debbie asked.
"No," he replied timidly.
"Are you queer?"
"I am not queer! Why does everyone think I'm queer just because I
don't like doing stuff like this?"
"But you do like it. You said so yourself. Are you still a
virgin?"
"I didn't mean that. I meant that it wasn't . . ."
"You are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course, I'm a virgin. Sex is something you save for
marriage, and than only to have children."
"You can still have sex, and be a virgin. I do it all the time. As
long as you don't fuck, you're still a virgin. You can do almost
anything else, and still be a virgin. I'm a virgin."
"You are?" Thomas asked, astonished.
"You don't have to looked so surprised. What type of girl do you
think I am, anyways? And here I thought you were different. You're
just like all the rest. Just because I . . ."
Debbie started to cry. Thomas wasn't sure what he should do. He
certainly didn't want her to be upset. Taking her gently in his arms,
he said, "Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"But you think I'm dirty just because I like to play a little bit.
I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I don't do this
with every guy I go out with. I thought you were special."
"I'm sorry Debbie, really I am. I don't think you're dirty. I
think you're kind of special too."
"You do? Oh, Tommy. You're so sweet. Couldn't we play just a
little bit?"
"I dunno."
"Don't you want to play with my titties again? You can suck them
all you want. And you can even squeeze them, if you really want to."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. You said it hurt that way. But I wouldn't
mind just rubbing them a little. And maybe kissing the tips, they
taste so sweet."
Debbie pulled his face to her chest, and thrust one of her breasts
against his lips. Thomas again marvelled at the silky feel of her bare
skin as his mouth closed around her nipple. Debbie's hands once again
grasped his penis and gently massaged it.
Thomas knew what they were doing was bad. But it did feel good, and
he certainly didn't want to upset her again. So he continued to kiss
and caress her breasts as her hands continued to play with his penis.
"Ooh, you make me so hot," Debbie moaned.
Concerned he had done something wrong, he raised his head and said,
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean . . ."
"No, don't stop," she pleaded as she pressed his face back to her
breasts. "You are so silly sometimes. I meant you make me feel good.
Especially down here between my legs, good and hot."
Thomas didn't quite understand what she was talking about.
Seeing the questioning look on his face, Debbie asked, "Haven't you
ever seen a pussy?"
"No. It's not right for someone to . . ."
"Will you stuff that goody two-shoes routine? If I want a sermon,
I'll go listen to Preacher Walters on Sunday. All I want to know is do
you want to see mine?"
"Well, I . . . er . . ."
"God, you're hopeless. I was trying to explain to you what I meant
when I said you make me feel hot. Here, I'll show you."
Debbie stood up and removed her skirt. She started to lower her
panties. Instead she stopped and knelt near Thomas' face. "You do it.
Here give me your hands."
Thomas allowed Debbie to take his hands and place them at her waist.
He hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them
down slowly. He found himself staring directly at her uncovered
vagina. Debbie giggled and said, "So what do you think?"
Thomas didn't know what to think. He never imagined it would be so
hairy. You really couldn't see much through the hair. But he
remembered how upset she had been before, and didn't want to say
anything to upset her again.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've ever seen one." He
reached up and gently touched her pubic hair. "Your hair is very soft.
Softer even then the hair on your head."
"Do you think it's pretty?" she asked.
Thomas didn't think it looked particularly pretty, but this was the
first time he had seen one, so he really didn't know. But he certainly
didn't want to upset her by say no.
"Yes, very pretty."
"When I said before you made me feel hot, I meant you made my pussy
feel hot, hot and wet. Here, gimme your hand, again."
Debbie took his offered hand and pressed it against her vagina.
"Can you feel the heat? Can you feel how wet I am?"
Thomas was surprised to find out she was right. Her vagina was
indeed quite warm and slick. Debbie rubbed his hand up and down
against herself.
"Oooh, that feels so good. I sometimes wish I could do this all
day. Sometimes at night, I lay in bed and play with myself. The
feeling you get is unbelievable. But it's even better if someone does
it to you. Do you ever play with yourself?"
"My God, no! It's . . ." Thomas saw Debbie frown as he was about
to say how dirty it was. He thought better of it, and said instead,
"The feelings I get aren't pleasant. Actually, all I ever felt was
pain."
"Pain? Where does it hurt?"
"Well, it's hard to explain. But I guess I feel the pain in my . .
. er . . . testicles."
"Your testicles? Oh you mean your balls. Blue balls."
"Pardon?" he asked.
"You have blue balls."
Thomas quickly looked down between his legs. "My balls aren't
blue."
Debbie laughed. "I don't believe you. Blue balls don't mean you
have blue balls. It's just an expression. It's what guys get when
they don't come." She reached down and gently took his testicles in
her hand. "Do you have pain now?"
"Well, not much. But I bet I will later."
"I can fix that."
"You can? How?"
"Never mind. But first you have to promise to do something for me."
"I dunno. What do you want me to do?"
"Remember how you played with my titties? Remember how you used
your mouth and tongue and your hands?"
"Yeah. You want me to do that again?"
"Yeah, but not to my titties. Do it to my pussy."
"I can't do that. That's . . ."
Debbie gently squeezed his testicles. "You don't want the pain
again, do you?"
"You're hurting me," he gasped.
"Not as much as you'll feel later unless I take care of you. Comon,
you liked playing with my titties. What's the difference? And I
promise not only won't you have any pain later, but you'll really like
what I'm going to do."
Thomas thought for a moment. He'd already sinned by touching a
girl's breasts. Worse than that, he had actually kissed and licked
them. And he had liked it. He had touched a girl's vagina, and even
had her kiss his penis.
How much worse could it be if he did what she was asking. And if
she could actually get rid of the pain? Spawn of the Devil was what he
was. If his mother ever found out. He didn't want to think what would
happen if she did.
"Well. Maybe just a little. If I only did it a little, would that
be okay?"
"No. You have to do it until I say it's enough. Otherwise, you can
just get rid of your pain yourself." To emphasis her words, she again
gently squeezed his testicles.
"Okay! Okay, I'll do it. But you got to promise you'll make sure I
don't get any pain."
"Don't worry about it. Here, let me get into a better position."
Debbie lay propped up on one elbow. She rolled over onto her hip and
raised one leg. She reached out and slowly pushed his face between her
legs.
Thomas wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. He parted her hair,
revealing the deep pink slit beneath. Using his fingers, he gently
pried apart her vaginal lips and pressed his mouth against the hot
flesh.
"Oh yes, that's it. Kiss it. Yeah like that. Now your tongue.
Run it up and down. That's it. Oh, that feels so good."
Thomas was surprised to find out it wasn't as bad as he thought it
would be. Again he marvelled at the feel of her vagina. His nostrils
were assaulted by a thick, musky odor. He found he was excited by the
taste and smell.
Debbie continued to utter encouragements as she wrapped her leg
around his head, forcing his face tighter against her vagina. Her hand
no longer squeezed his testicles, but rather caressed and stroked them,
and his shaft. Thomas felt himself shudder as her nails scraped along
the underside of his engorged shaft.
"Oh God, it feels so good. I can't believe you've never done this
before. You're making me so hot. Stick your tongue in deeper. Oh
God, please don't stop."
Thomas explored the wet, hot slit beneath him. His tongue probed
deeply and he was rewarded as he felt her squirm beneath him. He
continued to kiss and suck the silky skin. He discovered a small
protrusion at the top of her slit. He took it gently between his lips
and sucked it.
"Oh Tommy! Yes, God, yes. Suck my clit. Oh please don't stop.
I'm so close."
He teased her clitoris, lashing it with his tongue. His lips
trapped it between them as he flicked his tongue as fast as he could
against it. Debbie's hips started to thrash wildly, but he managed to
keep his mouth glued to her now sopping wet slit.
"Oh God. I think I'm coming. Oh Tommy, you're so good. You're
driving me crazy. Damn, I am coming!"
Debbie started rocking back and forth. Thomas thought she would
break his neck, her legs were so tightly wrapped around his head. But
somehow he managed to continue to tongue her clit until she finally
stopped moving. He heard her sobbing and pulling his head from her
legs, he moved to face her.
"Don't cry. I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no, Tommy. You didn't hurt me."
"Then what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I don't know why. No one has ever done that to me before. Oh,
some of the guys would kiss and suck me down there for a bit, but they
only did it so I'd do them. But you were the first to make me come.
I've come playing with myself, but nothing like what you just did. It
was so beautiful. I've never felt anything like it."
Thomas leaned over and kissed the tears on her cheeks. Debbie
reached up and wrapped her arms around him. Her lips sought his and
they kissed deeply. Thomas loved the feel of her breasts as they
pressed against his chest. And the warmth of her body as his penis
rubbed against her stomach.
Debbie pushed him away. The cool night air washed across his body,
causing him to shiver involuntarily. He tried to pull her back into
his arms, wanting the warmth of her body.
"No. Now it's your turn. I promised to take care of you so you
wouldn't have any pain."
"That's okay. I'm not feeling any pain now. You don't have to do
anything. I'll be okay."
"No, I promised. And besides, after what you just did to me, I want
to. Now you just lie down there and let me do you."
Thomas had an idea what she was planning. As Debbie moved so her
face was resting on his thighs, he was certain what was going to happen
next. One hand reached out and gently grasped his still erect shaft.
The other softly fingered his testicles.
Thomas felt himself shudder. Debbie continued to stroke and caress
his penis and testicles. She raised herself slightly so she could
bring her mouth closer. Her tongue snaked out and licked his
testicles.
Thomas was going mad. He had to touch something. He reached out
and grabbed her hip, drawing it closer. His hands went to her buttocks
and squeezed them. Debbie moved her body so her parted legs were
before his face.
He buried his face in her vagina. Suddenly he felt something warm
and wet envelope his shaft and a moan escaped from his mouth. He
lightly kissed her still wet slit, and his tongue again found her
tender clit.
His testicles seemed to swell until he was sure they would burst.
The more excited he became from Debbie's mouth, the harder he tried to
return the favor. Debbie again started to squirm beneath him. He
didn't know what was going to happen, but he was certain it would
happen soon.
The pressure building in his groin was becoming unbearable. He had
never known pleasure this intense before. He wished it could go on
forever.
His testicles contracted as he felt something explode from his
throbbing penis. He realized he was coming. He felt Debbie's mouth
suck extra hard as he continued to spurt into it. He renewed his
sucking of her clit and continued to bask in the intense pleasure he
felt.
Debbie rolled over on top of him, her hips grinding against his face
as her head bobbed up and down on his penis. She finally raised her
head and pleaded, "Just a little more. I'm almost there again. My
God, I've never come twice before in my life."
Thomas forced his tongue as deep as he could into her wet slit. His
hand moved down and grasped her breast. His fingers sought out her
nipple and rolled it between them. Debbie bounced up and down on his
face, softly calling out his name.
"Oh, Tommy. You're so good. Oh Tommy, my sweet, sweet Tommy." Her
movements became less frantic until she finally stopped moving all
together.
"Oh God, Tommy. I can't believe you made me come twice. I knew
right off tonight you were special. I just never dreamed how special."
She gave his now limp penis a kiss, and cradled his testicles gently in
her hands.
"Can I see you again? Tomorrow night, maybe?" she asked. She
turned to face him, her hand softly caressed his face.
"Well, I guess so. I might have to go to church with my mother
after supper for a while. But it should only be for about an hour. I
could meet you after, say about 8:30?"
"That would be great. If you meet me at Louanne's house, we could
come right here. She's just across from the park, the big white
house?"
"Yeah, I know it. I'll meet you there."
"Shit, look at the time. I'm gonna get hell when I get home. We
better hurry up."
They quickly dressed and left their hiding place. Debbie placed
Thomas' arm around her as they walked out of the park towards her home.
"Debbie? About tonight, I've never done anything like that before.
I hope you don't think I do stuff like that all the time."
"Well you sure were good at it. You're so gentle, so considerate.
I hope you at least enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed it? Gosh, it was the greatest thing I've ever known. You
know so much, and I know so little. I just wish there was some way I
could show you how special it really was."
"I can."
"You can what?"
"Think of a way you can show me. You weren't the only one who felt
great. And wait 'til you see what I've got planned for us tomorrow
night."
"What?"
"I'm not going to tell you. It'll be a surprise. Give you
something to look forward to. Gimme a kiss here. I don't want my
father to see you if he's looking out the front window."
Thomas leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Hey! You call that a kiss? This is a kiss," she said, pressing
her body tight against him. She crushed her mouth against his, her
tongue thrusting deep within his mouth. Her hand reached down and
rubbed his penis through his clothes. Before he could react, she broke
the embrace and ran towards her house.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she called to him as she
disappeared from sight.
Thomas stood for a moment, his mind in turmoil. The feelings he
felt, the things he had done this night came rushing back to him. He
knew he should feel guilty for all the sinful things they did. But for
some reason, he didn't. Actually he felt as if he was walking on
clouds. He remembered the feel
of Debbie's mouth on his penis. He remembered the taste of her hot
vagina. As he walked home, he felt his penis stiffen, and enjoyed the
sensation of it rubbing against his clothing.
When he arrived home, he entered through the back door. Quietly he
climbed the stairs to his room. He slipped into the bathroom and
washed. His mind kept replaying the things he and Debbie had done.
His penis was fully erect again and his hand gently stroked it as he
remembered Debbie doing.
"Thomas? Is that you, Thomas?"
Startled, he banged his knee against the shower.
"Thomas? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Mom. I just banged into the shower door."
"Are you just getting home? It's so late?"
"Well, er . . . we kinda hung around, and talked about the movie.
I didn't mean to be this late, but I didn't realize the time."
"Hurry up to bed. You have school in the morning. I had better not
have to call you twice, young man."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to stay out this late, really."
"Well, okay. But morning does come early. So hurry up and get to
bed."
"I'm just going now, Mom. See you in the morning."
"Good night, sweet heart. And don't forget your prayers before you
get into bed."
"I won't. Good night Mom."
"Good night, Thomas."
He quickly went to his room. Changing into his pajamas, he climbed
into bed. But sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. All he
could think of was Debbie. He kept seeing her naked before him.
"My God," he thought, "What have I turned into? A sex maniac, a
follower of the Devil?" But he still couldn't remove her naked body
from his mind's eye. He was fantasizing about what they would do the
next night, when he finally drifted off to sleep.
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