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Thomas 19 [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 Nineteen
Debbie lay in bed, thinking. She knew she loved Tommy. God, how
could she ever doubt it. He made her feel so good. She rubbed her
thighs together, thinking of his mouth.
But his mouth was replaced by another. The tender touch of Rodger's
lips. And the silky texture of his tongue as it slipped gently into
her mouth. She could feel where his hand had squeezed her ass.
And she had been surprised at how easily he had been aroused. "All
we did was kiss. And yet he quickly got a hard on. Could I turn him
on that much?" She remembered also how quickly she got turned on, too.
"But he belongs to Lou. And I love Tommy. I'm just gonna have to
forget about him. I don't need him anyways. Lou says he won't even
eat her. And Tommy is so good at it."
But Debbie wondered if Lou wasn't always so uptight about sex, if it
wouldn't be different with Rodger. If he had a girl who wasn't afraid
to do things. How could he possibly refuse to go down on her after she
had taken good care of him.
"If he had a real girl. I bet after one of my fake fucks, he'd eat
me. Damn right he would. Especially if he wanted to do it again, he'd
beg to eat me."
"Imagine me going out with him? The coolest guy at school, and he'd
be all mine. All those people who talk about me now? They'd be
impressed. They wouldn't call me a bad girl then. No way.
Maybe if things don't work out between him and Lou. He really liked
me, I could tell. But what about Tommy? I couldn't break his heart
that way."
She thought about the call from Lou earlier. And how she could
hardly stop from telling her what had happened. Shit, that would have
really screwed things up. But she was so use to telling Lou everything
she did. Lou had wanted to know what she and Rodger had talked about
at lunchtime. Tommy must have said something to Lou. She admitted
they had talked about Rodger wanting to get back with Lou.
But she didn't say anything about meeting him after school. And she
didn't say anything about meeting him on Wednesday. She told Lou he
was quite upset. And how he realized he had done a bad thing and all.
Lou didn't sound like she really cared. Debbie asked if maybe Lou
wanted to break up with Rodger? Lou answered she didn't know. When
Debbie asked if she still loved Rodger, Lou was silent.
Lou then changed the subject. They talked about Tommy and how the
study session went. Debbie wasn't sure, but she got the feeling Lou
wasn't telling her everything, either. But since she was feeling
guilty of doing the same thing, she didn't challenge Lou.
As she lay on bed, she thought, wouldn't it be funny if Lou ended up
going out with Tommy, and she with Rodger? She pictured Tommy and
Louanne together. In her mind, she saw Tommy, his head between
Louanne's legs. And all the while, Louanne was saying they shouldn't
be doing that.
Debbie chuckled at the image. Thomas was always saying the same
thing to her. Those two were really two of a kind. And she was sure
Rodger was like her. Wanting to do almost anything that felt good.
The people in her mental image changed. Now it was Rodger on his
knees. And the image of Louanne changed, too. It was herself. But
she wasn't complaining. She was urging him to eat her faster.
Debbie started to play with her vagina as she imagined Rodger using
both his mouth and hands on her. She thought about Wednesday night.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt, if they fooled around a little bit.
Like if she only showed him what he should do to Louanne. And what
if he wanted to practice a bit first? She'd only be helping her
friend, right? And she'd have to repay him, wouldn't she?
The mental image changed again. It was still her and Rodger, but
this time they were doing a sixty-nine. As he attempted to eat her
out, she sucked him off. And of course, since he really didn't know
what to do, she would make him cum first.
"Oh my God," he would say as she swallowed all his cum. "Lou never
does that for me? Oooh Debbie, you're fantastic." She'd give his
softening shaft a few extra licks and say, "That's because you never
make her cum." He'd lie there looking confused. And she'd have to
explain to him what she meant. She'd say, "If you made her cum a few
times, she'd do it for you too. But it ain't fun only doing someone
else. Here, I'll show you. Just do what I say."
She would tell him what to do. Tell him how to play with her tits.
Tell him how to lick and suck her cunt. Tell him about the clit. And
how good it felt when he sucked it. She'd tell him how to use his
tongue.
And he'd lick and suck her until she came. But she make him do it
again. Maybe even a third time. Once he had it right, she'd show him
what else he and Lou could do.
She had brought herself to climax while she imagined Rodger doing
her the third time. As she pictured her and Rodger doing the fake
fuck, she stuck her finger deep within her vagina.
Rapidly her hand moved, as she squeezed her legs together to
increase the pressure. As she continued to finger fuck herself, she
imagined Rodger changing the direction of his thrusts.
Instead of downward, through her legs, he thrusted upwards. The tip
of his enlarged shaft pierced her cunt lips. She was moving backward
and accidentally forced him deep inside her. Her finger forced itself
as deep as it could within her burning vagina.
My god, he's fucking me, she would think. She would try to move
away from him. But he would grab her hips, and bury his hot cock
deeper in her wet cunt. Her struggles against him would only excite
him more as he moved faster and faster.
And the friction of his cock against her clit would cause her to cum
again. She would ride his shaft until she came a second time. As he
had already cum several times, she knew it would be safe. He would
continue to drive his throbbing cock between her legs trying to bring
himself to climax.
But before that happened, she would grasp his cock tightly. She'd
climb off of it, and turn around until she was facing him. She'd
slowly take it in her mouth. He'd be begging her to suck him. But
she'd just tease the tip.
He'd promise her he'd never see Lou again. He'd promise her he'd
take her to all the school dances. He'd say how special she was. And
how much he loved her. He'd even beg to eat her out again.
She'd swallow his entire cock, while her hands played with his
balls. She'd continue to suck and lick him until he said he was
cumming. And when she felt his balls contract, she'd give them just a
tiny squeeze. And as he came into her mouth, she'd make sure he heard
her swallow all his hot cum.
And after, when he was hugging and kissing her, she'd tell him they
couldn't do any of it again. She'd tell him they weren't meant to be.
And when he cried, she'd hold him. She'd tell him he really loved Lou
and not her.
And when he protested it was she he really loved, she'd remind him,
she loved Tommy. But maybe, someday, things would be different. And
she'd remind him how he owed Louanne. How he had to show Louanne how
much he loved her by doing all the things they had done.
And when he admitted she was right, she would give his now limp cock
one last kiss. She'd get up and start to leave. But he'd rush to her
side and taking her into his arms, kiss her deeply. He'd say how he'd
never forget what they had done. And how he knew no other girl would
ever make him feel that good again.
She'd leave him standing there looking sad and lost. And she'd call
Louanne the moment she arrived home. She'd tell Lou everything with
Rodger was okay now. That Lou should see him as soon as she could.
And when Lou asked what happened, Debbie would just laugh. Ask your
boyfriend, she would say. Or better yet, have him show you.
She knew Lou would be upset. But she was sure once Rodger did to
Louanne everything she had taught him, Louanne would thank her. She'd
let Lou go on and on about how grateful she was for Debbie helping her.
But Debbie would only reply, that's what friends are for.
And when she and Tommy were together on Friday night, she'd make
sure he was happy too. Maybe she wouldn't be giving him her virginity.
But she would take his. It was almost the same thing. And she could
feel good, helping all these people to really love one another.
The sheets beneath her hips were soaking wet now from her multiple
orgasms. Her hands were still lightly rubbing her clit as she thought,
"I love happy endings."
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 19 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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