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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
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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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 Ten
Thomas waited outside for Louanne, and together they headed to the
school. They arrived at the playing field as the game was just
finishing. Rodger noticed them and walked over to where they were
standing.
"What the fuck are you doing with him?" Rodger asked Louanne.
"I met him on the way over," Louanne replied.
"Where the hell have you been all afternoon. You were suppose to be
here after lunch?"
"I was studying with Debbie and didn't realize the time."
"You made me look pretty stupid. I told all the guys you'd be here.
It looked like you stood me up. I don't know what's gotten into you,
lately."
Louanne was embarrassed by the way Rodger was acting. "I'm sorry.
I'll try not to do it again."
"Yeah, you better not. Well we're heading over to Dale's house.
You wanna come along, Tom?"
Thomas was amazed at the way Rodger was treating Louanne. And the
way she allowed him. Remembering how mad she had been at him earlier,
he was surprised that she did nothing now. But he figured it really
wasn't any of his business.
In answer to Rodger's invitation, he said, "Well, I don't know. I
don't want to be in the way, or anything."
"Oh come on," Louanne said to him. "You said you were working at
the church all day. You should come along and relax a bit."
"Well if you don't think I'd be in the way?"
"Yeah, Lou's right," added Rodger. "You're always so stuffy. You
need to unwind a bit. There ain't gonna be a lot of people there
anyways. Just Dale and Sandy. And we can listen to the White Snake
album again. You ain't gonna believe it. The sucker really screams."
"Well okay, but I can't stay too long. I have to be home in time
for supper."
"Let's get going then," Rodger said. He threw his arm around
Louanne, and called to Dale and Sandy to wait for them.
The five of them headed to Dale's house. Once there, they went down
to the basement. Dale put the album on the stereo and turned up the
volume. He and Sandy sat on one of the couches and immediately started
necking.
Rodger and Louanne were doing the same thing. Thomas felt a bit
awkward and tried to concentrate on the music. But he found he kept
glancing over at Louanne.
Rodger took Louanne's hand and placed it in his lap. She tried to
pull her hand away, but Rodger just held it more tightly.
She tried to push him away, but he simply wrapped his arm tightly
around her neck. As she tried to speak, he smashed his mouth roughly
against her, muffling her words. She struggled for a moment or two to
no avail. The harder she tried to push him away, the more he hurt her.
She stopped resisting him, and he relaxed his hold on her.
She tried again to remove, her hand and he tightened his arm around
her neck. She gave up fighting him. He moved her hand back and forth
against his crotch.
When he stopped, and she just let her hand rest there, he again
squeezed her neck. Louanne quickly rubbed him without further
encouragement. He pushed his hand up her sweater.
Louanne raised her hand to prevent him. But he simply pushed it
back to his crotch and returned his hand to her breast. He broke their
kiss and whispered, "Comon baby, don't give me a hard time."
"Please Rodger, not here," she whispered back.
"But I love you. And it's been so long. I'm really hurting, Lou."
Rodger pushed her sweater up over her breasts and started kissing them
through her bra. His hand pulled one breast free, and his mouth
attacked her nipple.
"Please Rodger," she pleaded as she tried to pull down her sweater.
His hand shot out and grabbed hers. He squeezed her wrist and
twisted.
"You're hurting me," she cried.
"I'll do more than that if you don't cut this shit out," he snarled.
"But there are other people . . ."
"Shit, what are you talking about. There's only Dale and Sandy, and
they're busy doing their own thing."
"But Tom?"
"Let him watch if he wants. Maybe it'll give him a thrill watching
a real man take care of his girl."
"Please Rodger, don't."
"Shut up, or I'll break your fucking neck," he growled as he wrapped
his arm around her neck again. "You love me, don't you?"
When Louanne didn't answer immediately, he tightened his grip on her
neck. "Don't you?"
"Yes, Rodger, yes. Please stop, you're hurting me."
"Good. Then show me how much by rubbing my cock and giving me a
kiss."
Feeling helpless, Louanne did as he asked. His hand again roughly
rubbed her breast as his mouth tore into hers.
Thomas tried to ignore them. But what he had seen made him feel
sick. He quietly got up and left. Once outside, he wondered if he
should have done something to help Louanne. But as he reminded
himself, it was none of his business. Besides it as getting late. He
hurried home.
The couples continued, unaware Thomas had left. Rodger pulled his
penis out of his pants and place it in Louanne's hand.
Rodger placed one of his hands on the back of her neck and forced
her face down. He raised his hips, forcing his erect penis in her
mouth. Using both hands now, he forcibly moved her head up and down on
his shaft. Louanne tried to break away from him but couldn't.
Faster and faster he moved his hips until he seemed to go rigid. He
moved her head even faster as he climaxed. Louanne was making gagging
noises as she continued to try to break free. His cum dribbled from
the sides of her mouth.
He lifted her face from his now softening penis and clamped a hand
across her mouth and nose. "Comon, baby, swallow it. It ain't that
bad. Show me how much you love me by swallowing it."
Louanne tried to spit, but his hand prevented her. She also found
that she couldn't breathe with his hand blocking her nose. His other
hand grabbed the back of her neck.
"Comon baby, just once. It can't hurt you."
Left with no choice, she swallowed hard several times. Rodger let
go of her, saying, "See, it didn't kill you, did it?"
Louanne struck him hard across the face. "You bastard!"
Rodger laughed. He slowly pulled her to him and kissed her.
Louanne tried again to slap him but his hand caught hers.
"You don't want to do that. Shit, all I asked was you to swallow it
once. And you go and smack me?"
He wrapped one arm around her neck and clasped a hand across her
mouth. His other hand grabbed her naked breast and twisted violently.
"If you ever try something like that again, I'll beat the shit out of
you? Do you understand?"
Louanne, her eyes wide with fear, tried to shake her head yes.
"That's better. I don't understand why you always give me so much
trouble. But no more. I'm fed up with all your shit. If you want to
go out with me, you'll do what I want. Otherwise, I'll kick your ass
and find someone else. Now lick my cock clean." He forced her face
back down in his lap and held it there while she did as he said.
When she finished, he pushed his now limp penis back into his pants.
He pushed her away, telling her to straighten out her clothing. Now
that he had been taken care of, he no longer seemed interested her.
"I should be getting home, in case my step-mom calls," Louanne said
tentatively.
"That sounds like a good idea," Rodger responded. "You don't need
me to walk you, do you?"
"No, that's okay. I can manage."
"Good. Cause I don't have much energy right now. You kinda drained
it all out of me. I'll see you later though, right?"
"I dunno. I'm not feeling all that well and . . ."
"Don't give me that fucking headache shit again. You promised we
would go to the playing field tonight, remember?"
"Yeah, but I don't think . . ."
Rodger grabbed her arm. "Don't start that shit again. You
promised. I don't want to hurt you again, but if that's what . . ."
"No. Rodger don't. I'll go. Really I will."
"Okay. For a moment there, I thought I'd have to teach you all over
again. I'll be by about seven. And we can practice what you learned
today. If you only knew how good it feels when you suck me like that."
Louanne simply nodded her head in agreement. "He's crazy," she
thought. All she wanted was to get away from him. "Okay, I'll see you
later. But I really have to get home."
"Sure, no problem," he said as he gave her kiss. "Boy, are we gonna
have fun tonight."
Louanne ran from the house, tears streaming down her face. Praying
that there was someway she could avoid meeting Rodger later, she ran
home. Once home, she tried to figure out what to do.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 10 - by T. F. Yank
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