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Thomas 12 [fantasy]
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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
system.
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*** W A R N I N G ***
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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 Twelve
Louanne hung around Debbie's house until after lunch. She had
called home several times that morning. But her step-mother hadn't
been home. Debbie was starting to get on her nerves with all this talk
about love.
She tried her house again. Her step-mother answered this time.
"Are you okay, Louanne? I was concerned when I couldn't reach you
last night."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't feel like staying there alone last
night. So I came over here. But I'll be home in a few minutes. Just
have to say goodbye, and thanks to Debbie and her dad."
"Okay. And thank them for me too. Maybe the next time I go away,
you can stay there again. I'm not really happy about you staying here
alone. Anyhow, we can talk about that when you get home. See you
soon, sweet heart."
Louanne hung up and started packing her bag. Debbie offered to walk
her home.
"I'll be okay by myself," Louanne said. All she wanted was to be
alone. She had a lot of thinking to do. Before Debbie could protest,
she added, "Really. I'm alright. I really appreciate you being there
for me last night. But after our talk, I'm not as frightened any more.
Just confused. I need some time to think."
Thanking Debbie and her dad, she hurried home. Coming around the
corner, she checked to make sure Rodger wasn't waiting for her. She
breathed a sigh of relief once she saw he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Running into the house, she quickly closed the door. She was trembling
with fright.
"Is that you, Louanne?" her step-mother called from the kitchen.
"I've just fixed something to eat, if you want some."
Louanne left her bag by the front door and went to the kitchen.
"My god, Honey, are you okay? You look so pale."
"I'm not feeling too good. Must have been something I ate, I
guess," Louanne answered.
"You have to be more careful, sweet heart. You know how delicate
your stomach is. Maybe you should go lie down for awhile. Can I get
you something?"
"No, I'll be okay. But I think I will lie down. If anyone calls,
tell them I'm not feeling well, will you? Tell them I'll see them at
school tomorrow."
"Sure sweet heart. You go lie down. And don't worry, I won't let
anything disturb you."
Louanne spent the entire day in her room. She worried about how she
was going to handle Rodger. Was she wrong about him? Was she, like
Debbie suggested, making too much out of what happened? Or was she
right to think he was crazy, even dangerous?
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Rodger phoned Louanne that afternoon. Her step-mother told him Lou
wasn't feeling very well. He said he was sorry to hear that, and hoped
she would be feeling better soon. When he hung up the phone, he
wondered if Lou had mentioned what happened to her step-mother.
Naw, she wouldn't do that. She knew what would happen if she did.
Well, he'd see her at school tomorrow. She really didn't matter any
more.
No, he had already decided he would dump her. Actually he had a
plan. He would first find a way to get Debbie. And then when Lou
begged him to take her back, he'd have some fun with her, and then dump
her.
He imagined Lou begging. He'd be generous at first. He'd let her
give him a blowjob. Let her think she had a chance. Afterwards
though, he would have to admit that he liked Debbie better.
She'd beg to be given another chance. He'd appear undecided. She'd
plead with him, ask what she could do to prove her love. He'd offer
her a carrot. Fuck him, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't dump her.
He was certain she'd jump at the chance. Hell, what girl wouldn't?
Wasn't he the most popular guy at school? There was no way she could
refuse.
And afterwards? Well, if she was really good, maybe he'd keep her
around a bit. He wondered if he could handle both Debbie and Lou at
the same time? Why not? He was more than one girl could handle
anyways.
He was too good for just one bitch. He had a duty to spread the
wealth. And he thought, wouldn't it be something to have two of them
at once? He fantasized what it would be like.
Imagine, he thought, having Lou suck his cock while he sucked
Debbie's tits. Or watching them do a sixty-nine. Or even better,
fucking one of them in ass, while she eat out the other.
And when they were bad? Well, he'd just have to slap them around a
bit, wouldn't he? Yeah, he thought. This is gonna be fun.
--- *** ---
Thomas spent the day studying. He wished he could see Debbie. But
he knew he'd have trouble explaining to his mother why. And besides,
Debbie was still grounded. He thought of them being together the day
before.
He knew he really loved her. There was no doubt in his mind. And
he meant it when he said he didn't care whether they fooled around
again. Though he hoped Debbie wouldn't take him up on that part.
Thinking of what he and Debbie had done, reminded him of Rodger and
Louanne. He felt ashamed he had run out on her. He should have done
something. It wasn't right for Rodger to have treated her like that.
He wished he didn't have to tutor her tomorrow. How was he going to
explain why he hadn't done anything? He wasn't even sure why himself.
--- *** ---
Debbie called to check on Louanne after supper. She was told that
Louanne wasn't feeling well and couldn't be disturbed. Debbie wondered
if she should mention how upset Lou had been the night before, but
decided not to. Saying she'd see Lou at school the next day, she hung
up.
Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Lou and Rodger.
Debbie was sure Lou was wrong. Rodger was a really cool guy. If she
wasn't already going with Tommy, she'd jump at the chance to go out
with him.
If Lou would only do a bit more, take care of his needs a bit more.
Stop being so stubborn about certain things. Shit, all you needed to
do was let the guy play with your tits a bit. Maybe suck him off every
once in a while, and he was happy. And if he did the same to you,
hell, what more could you ask for?
"Like Tommy. God, I miss him," she thought. Her hand move to her
vagina as she recalled what it felt like with him between her legs.
With her fingers imitating his tongue licking her clit, she quickly
brought herself to orgasm. Not totally satisfied, she continued to
masturbate until she came a second time.
"God, that felt good," she thought. "Almost as good as when Tommy
does me." She tried to imagine what it felt like with a hard cock.
She had been surprised at how upset Tommy was when she suggested they
fuck.
And while she was still a virgin, she didn't intend for that to be
forever. If it felt that good with only a guy's tongue, imagine what
it would be like with the real thing. Her hand again played with her
now wet vagina.
Her finger slipped into the hot opening as she played with her erect
nipples. She imagined Tommy above her, his hard cock burying itself
deep in her burning cunt. His mouth at her breast, gently sucking.
His tongue torturing her nipples until she begged him to hurry up.
But he wasn't yet ready. His hand kneaded her breasts as his mouth
sucked harder. Debbie moaned softly as her hand enacted her mental
image. He slowly moved in and out of her hot box, taking long deep
strokes. Debbie' hips lifted from the bed in an attempt to capture her
teasing finger.
As her phantom lover urgently increased his movement, so too did her
hands. Her finger, now glistening with her wetness, concentrated on
her burning clit. She felt the heat build between her legs and knew
that she was almost there.
She spread her legs wider to take him more fully. "Fuck me lover.
Yes, fuck me," her mind screamed. Both hands were now at her cunt.
One hand moving rapidly in and out, while the other rubbed her clit
furiously. She buried her face into the pillow to stifle her moans.
Finally as her imaginary Tommy shuddered in climax, she too came.
She lay there gently rubbing her sopping wet cunt, fully spent. "God,
Tommy, that was good," she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 12 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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