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Thomas 36 [mf, teen]
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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
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- Chapter Thirty-Six
Thomas stood facing Louanne, his eyes held captive by hers. He
didn't move as her face came closer. He realized that he wanted this
as much as she did. And he knew it could never be cheap
Her lips brushed against his, sending a shiver through his body.
His lips parted as her tongue pushed between them. He couldn't help
chuckling as he tasted icing on her lips. But Louanne didn't seem to
have heard.
Their bodies never touched, just their mouths. He tried to be
gentle, not wanting to frighten her, but he could feel himself
reacting. At first, he found himself comparing kissing Louanne to
kissing Debbie. But when he felt Louanne's hand on his chest, all
thoughts of Debbie disappeared.
He wrapped his good arm around her, and pulled her closer. He broke
the kiss so he could explore her face with his lips and tongue. He
loved the texture of her small button nose, and playfully, he gave it a
little nip.
Louanne pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him. Her hand went
to his shirt and unbuttoned it. After pulling it from his pants, she
tried to push it off his shoulders, but the cast got in the way.
Thomas helped her pull the sleeve over the cast.
Louanne's hands returned to exploring his chest. Her mouth closed
on one of his nipples, and he involuntarily drew in a deep breath. He
could feel his now erect penis straining against the confines of his
pants.
Louanne's hands dropped to his belt. She tugged on it until she had
it open. She then opened his pants and pushed them downward. Thomas
reached out to touch her breast. He marvelled at how firm it felt
through her clothing. He reached down and tried to pull her top up.
"No!" Louanne said. "Not yet."
She dropped to her knees in front of him and removed his shoes and
socks. She then pulled hi pants free. She slowly lowered his briefs
revealing his shaft, fully aroused. Thomas quickly stepped out of them
and kicked them aside. He tried to reach out to caress her hair, but
Lou simply moved away.
She reached out and grasped his enlarged shaft. One hand cupped his
testicles as if she was weighing them. She lightly ran a finger tip
along the length of his penis. Then she sat back on her heels to
watched it quiver in response.
Thomas' breathing was becoming more rapid. His heart pounded
against his ribs. He tried to swallow, but it was as if his throat had
turned into a arid desert. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel
her flesh pressed hard against his.
Louanne stood, and moved away from him. She kicked off her shoes.
Then grabbing her top, she slowly pulled it over her head. She reached
back and undid her bra, letting it slowly fall away from her breasts.
She gently lifted them as if offering them to him. When she let them
go, he enjoyed the way they seemed to giggle unrestrained.
She undid her pants, and lowered them to her feet. She stepped out
of them and kicked them aside. She stood in front of him, clad only in
her panties.
"Turn around," she said to him. "I want to see all of you."
Thomas felt foolish, but things had gone too far for him to refuse
now. He slowly turned in circle. Once he was fully around, he saw her
lying on the floor, totally naked. Her eyes never left him as she
motioned him to come to her.
He stood at her feet, his eyes drinking her in. From her small, but
firm, breasts to her auburn covered vagina, she was absolutely perfect.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking legs. He sank to
his knees at her feet, waiting for her to make the next move.
She raised her hands to him, saying, "Show me. Show me how
beautiful it can be. Please?"
He scrambled on his knees until he was beside her. He lowered
himself down, and cursed his damn broken arm for being so useless.
Using his good arm to prop himself up, trying to keep the cast out of
his way, he leaned over and started kissing her face.
He loved the feel of her hair against his cheek. He lightly kissed
her forehead, and moved down to pay homage to those eyes. He tried to
cup her face with his hand, but he had to hold the cast in an awkward
position.
He continued his journey down her face. He wished he could use his
hands, but the one with the cast was useless. And he need to prop
himself up with his good arm. He wondered if Louanne cared. She just
lay there, her eyes closed, her hands at her side. Well, he'd do best
he could.
His mouth found hers, and his tongue lightly traced its outline.
Her lips parted when they felt his tongue. But he merely teased,
moving his tongue rapidly in and out, avoiding contact with her tongue.
She raised her head slightly. But he moved away from those lips and
kissed her chin.
His mouth moved to her neck and he fell in love with the small
hollow at its base. The silky texture added to the sweet taste. He
lightly ran the tip of his tongue out one shoulder, and then the other,
only to return to that special little hollow.
He squirmed his body down lower so he could reach her chest. Again
his tongue and lips caressed and teased her flesh. He avoided her
nipples until he could no longer restrain himself.
He lightly touched a nipple with the tip of his tongue. A slight
shiver was the first indication he had that Louanne was feeling
anything. To make sure it wasn't just his imagination, he again
flicked his tongue against the nipple. Again he felt her shiver.
He moved his attention to the other nipple, and did the same thing.
Louanne arched her back, pushing her breast upward against his mouth.
He took the nipple into his mouth and gently sucked it. His tongue
lashed it rapidly, and he could feel it grow in his mouth. He
continued to lavish attention on this tender morsel, until he heard
soft moan.
He became more aggressive in his attention to her breasts. He took
whole mouthfuls of her flesh and sucked it. He pressed his face hard
against her tender skin, unable to get enough of the feel of her. His
teeth gently nipped her flesh, and his tongue covered it in moisture.
Louanne was no longer lying still. Her body squirmed beneath him as
soft moans escaped her* Her hands wrapped themselves in his hair as
she pressed his face tighter against her breasts.
Thomas was content to stay where he was forever. But soon he felt
Louanne pushing him further downward. His mouth let a trail of burning
kisses as it crossed over her stomach. He stayed his travel
momentarily to pay homage to her delicate navel. But Louanne's
impatience didn't allow him to stay there longer.
Again he was forced to reposition his body. He lay with his face on
her thigh. His mouth kissed and tasted her firm thighs. He was amazed
at how smooth her flesh was. But again, Louanne did not allow him to
dally, as she pulled his head higher. He found himself staring at her
vagina.
He smelt her musk, and was happy to know she was aroused. He tasted
her hair and enjoyed the silkiness. Louanne widened her legs, and
pulled on his hair until his face was buried between them.
Thomas slipped his good arm underneath her hips and raised her until
she had to turn sideways. Lowering himself onto his back, he pulled on
her thigh until she forced to straddle his face. Now at least, he was
able to use his hand.
He reached up and grasped her buttocks, forcing her lower, until his
mouth connected with her vagina. He forced his tongue between her
vaginal lips, and took a long, slow lick, covering as much of the hot,
pulsating flesh as he could.
"Oh . . .God . . . yes!" Louanne groaned. She ground her vagina
hard against his mouth.
Spurred on by her reaction, Thomas rapidly moved his tongue in and
out as Louanne moved her hips in response. He reached up and grasped a
breast with his good hand, kneading it. His tongue moved upward and
found her clit.
Gently at first, and then more aggressively, he flicked his tongue
across the little pearl of flesh. When it became larger and more
rigid, he took it into his mouth and sucked it. But his tongue never
stopped its attack on it.
Louanne grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly against her breast.
Her breathing was ragged as she whimpered, "Oh yes. Please just a
little more. God, I'm going crazy."
Thomas wouldn't have quit for anything. He felt her thighs tighten
against his face. He tried to bury his face deeper between her legs.
Her hips were thrashing now, and he was forced to remove his hand from
her breast and hold on to her waist.
"Yes. Yes! My God, it's happening," Louanne cried out as Thomas
felt her vaginal muscles contract. He continued kissing and licking
her clit until she finally stopped moving. Even then, he didn't stop
until she rolled off him.
He raised himself on his good arm, and looked at her. Louanne lay
on her back, her legs squeezed tightly together, her chest heaving. He
moved until he was level with her face, leaned over and kissed her.
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him on top of her.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Oh god, yes. Is it always like that?"
"I dunno. Debbie always seem to think it was pretty good. Did it
really feel good to you?"
"I've never felt anything like it. It's like my whole body has
turned to rubber. I don't think I can even move. Not that I want to.
I can still feel the spasms in my legs when I squeeze them together.
God, you were good. Now I know why Debbie was so madly in love with
you."
Thomas blushed. He liked doing it okay, but afterward, all the
girls seemed to want to talk about was how good he was. Hell, other
guys had to be doing the same thing, didn't they?
"Do you think we could do it again?" Louanne asked.
"Sure. If you want to," Thomas said, kissing her.
"Can we do just that? I mean, it feels good when you kiss me all
over, but . . ."
"Hey, whatever you want," Thomas said, laughing. "Just hope I
haven't spoiled you for other things."
"Well, I like the other things to start. But I'm still hot from the
first time, and . . ."
"Don't worry. Debbie liked me doing just that too. Nothing wrong
with it. But do you mind if I lie down again. It's kinda difficult
with the cast, otherwise."
Louanne slowly raised herself into a sitting position. Smiling, she
said, "Oh, you can just lie there, like that. I'll just get myself
into a more comfortable position, too.
She placed her hands on either side of his head and moved until she
was sitting on his chest. Thomas was having a difficult time breathing
with her weight, and was happy when she raised herself to her knees.
"No, that won't work. Here, let me try this way," she said as she
crawled over Thomas' head.
He followed her with his eyes and watched as she turned around.
Again she crawled over him, stopping to lower her head to kiss his
mouth. Before Thomas could react, she moved on until her hips were
above his face.
"This should be better," she said, as she spread her legs wider and
slowly lowered her hips.
Thomas watched her vagina descend. Opening his mouth wide, and
raising his head, he met her downward motion with his tongue. Louanne
gasped at the first contact as he pushed his tongue deep within her
vaginal opening.
"Oh god, yes. Just like that," she moaned.
He needed no encouragement. His hand cupped her buttocks and drew
them down as he lowered his head to the floor. She was still wet from
before, and he could feel her slickness cover his mouth. His tongue
sought her clit.
"No, please not that. Not yet. I want to feel your mouth first. I
want your tongue in me. I want you to . . . er . . . I want . . ."
Louanne hesitated, as if she was uncertain how to say what she
wanted him to do. Thomas took this opportunity to shove his tongue
deep inside her. He moved his rigid tongue rapidly in and out. A low
moan from Louanne confirmed to him that was what she wanted.
"Yes! Yes. Fuck me with it. Fuck me with your tongue," she
groaned as her hips moved up and down, matching the rhythm of his
tongue.
Thomas faltered in his attention to her hot lovebox when he felt
hands grasp his shaft. It was his turn to moan. She continued to milk
his shaft as she rubbed her vagina against his working mouth.
Thomas couldn't take much more. It had been too long since he had
any relief. And all this playing with Louanne was driving him beyond
the point of no return.
Suddenly, he felt a warm mouth swallow his swollen gland. Louanne
shifted above him until his mouth was over her clit. He immediately
started licking the little knob as his hips lifted off the floor.
Louanne's tongue was driving him crazy. He matched her lick for
lick, as he felt his testicles swell. Knowing he couldn't last much
longer, he threw himself into bringing her to orgasm.
The room filled with their moans, and the wet slurping sounds of
their love-making. Thomas ignored the discomfort caused by Louanne's
thighs tightening against his face, as she pressed her clit tighter
against his mouth.
He felt the molten fluid burst upward and out his throbbing shaft,
but he dared not stop his ministrations to her clit. He could feel
Louanne's throat working hard to swallow as he came. He cursed himself
for being so weak, for not being able to last until she came, too.
But he did not have long to wait. Her mouth still sucking him, she
moved her hips faster. He could hear her muffled moans grow louder as
she frantically rubbed herself against his mouth. A shiver seemed to
run through her body as she lifted her head from his lap.
"Yes. Yes! YES!" she cried.
Her body stilled. He watched as every muscle in her body went
rigid. He was afraid somehow he had hurt her as she let out a shriek.
Before he could say anything, she again rubbed her vagina against his
mouth.
Slowly, she moved so his mouth covered the entire slit. He showered
kisses all over the hot slick skin, his tongue gently licking the
moisture.
"No more!" she pleaded, raising her hips from his face. She moved
until they were face to face, and lowered her lips to his.
He could see where his semen had dribbled down her chin, and feeling
very wicked, he licked it. Her tongue licked her own juices from his
chin before she covered his mouth with hers. His hand went to her firm
breast, and gently kneaded the enlarged nipple.
They kissed for a long time before finally breaking apart. Thomas
gazed up into her eyes and was taken back to see tears starting to
form.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"Everything is beautiful," Louanne replied, almost absentmindedly.
"They cry when they're sad," he thought, "and they cry when
everything is okay. How are you ever suppose to understand them?"
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't have better control," he apologized.
"Better control?" she asked.
"Well, yeah," he said, sheepishly. "I mean, I should have been able
to restrain myself better, and not . . . er . . . cum in your mouth?"
he added timidly. He was a bit taken back when Louanne started to
laugh.
"Well, Debbie was right about that, too. It is a lot less messy
when you swallow it," Louanne said with a big grin.
"Oh yeah," he teased, "and what else was she right about?"
"Oh, just that you had the greatest mouth in the world," Louanne
said, kissing him.
"Okay, okay," he protested, pushing her away.
Louanne pushed herself up on one arm and looked down at him. He
felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He wasn't certain what they should
do next. He thought he should probably leave, but really didn't want
to. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed himself as much with
Louanne as he had with Debbie.
He immediately felt guilty at that thought. But Debbie had wanted
him to do this, hadn't she? So he wasn't really cheating on her, was
he?
"God, you're beautiful," Louanne said as she ran a hand over his
chest. Thomas squirmed at her touch. "I thought so ever since the
first time I saw you naked."
Thomas felt himself blushing, and wished there was somewhere he
could hide.
"Do you remember teasing me?" she asked. "When Debbie had to go
answer the phone?"
Thomas, his voice suddenly gone, managed to shake his head yes.
"I watched you move, naked, and thought I would faint. I couldn't
take my eyes off your hand as it milked your cock. And when you
offered it to me, I had all I could do to keep myself from grabbing
it."
"And then later, when you grabbed Debbie and started to eat her.
You knew I was there watching, didn't you?"
Again, he could do no more then nod his head.
"God, how I wished it was me you were doing it to. I had to force
myself up the stairs to get away from you two. Even up there, all I
could hear were her moans as you drove her crazy."
"And after you walked around, naked, tempting me. I hated you at
that moment." Her hand moved down his chest, across his stomach, until
it held his semi-erect penis.
"But now, I have you all to myself. I don't have to restrain myself
any longer. God, I love it!"
Bending forward, she kissed the tip of his shaft. Thomas wasn't
sure how to take what Louanne had just confessed to. He had dreamed of
her, too. Had wondered what it would be like with her.
Her oral attention to his now hardening shaft made it difficult to
think straight. His hips raised in an effort to push his shaft deeper
between her lips. Her tongue lashed the head of his shaft as her hands
gently massaged his testicles. His mind sank beneath the waves of
pleasure, her mouth becoming his entire world.
Louanne, reluctantly, pushed herself from his lap. Her hand
lingered for a moment, gently caressing the throbbing rod, and then
retreated.
"We still have one more thing to do for Debbie," she said, suddenly
becoming very business-like. "But I don't want to do it here. No.
Not here. Comon," she said, indicating he should follow her.
He watched her hurry to the stairs. He didn't understand what she
was talking about. Debbie hadn't said anything else to him. Hadn't he
already made her come twice? What else did Debbie want them to do?
"Comon," Louanne called to him, waiting at the foot of the stairs.
Slowly he got to his feet and went to her. She took his hand and
led him upstairs.
"But what if your mother comes home?" he asked, suddenly frightened
by the prospect.
"Oh, she won't be home for hours yet. We have all the time we
need."
Thomas wasn't certain what Louanne had in mind, but felt better
knowing he didn't have to worry about Mrs. Raster walking in on him
like this. Louanne led him through the kitchen to the dining room.
She then led him to the second floor.
"Here we are," she said, pushing him into a room.
Thomas looked around. He was in a bedroom. He assumed it was
Louanne's. He glanced uncomfortably at the bed. Louanne motioned him
to the bed.
"I dunno, Lou," he said. "Maybe we shouldn't be in here like this."
"Why not? I figure it's gotta be a lot more comfortable than the
floor downstairs."
"But things might happen," he stammered. "And I wouldn't want to .
. ."
"I certainly hope things happen," she said with a grin. "Debbie
made me promise to do what she wasn't able to."
"I don't understand," he said, afraid he did.
"Debbie told me she planned on making love to you that friday night.
But she never had the chance."
"She couldn't do that. She was still a virgin," Thomas protested.
"Yes, she was. But only because she hadn't found anyone she really
wanted to do it with. No one that is, until she met you."
"But you don't do stuff like that before you get married. It isn't
right!"
"Oh, you don't, do you? And what happens if you do? Do you go to
Hell?" Louanne taunted him.
"Only bad girls do stuff like that. Brides of Satan, my mother
calls them."
"So now I'm a bride of the devil, am I? You know I'm not a virgin.
Debbie said she told you about me and Gary."
"No, I didn't mean that about you. I . . . er . . ."
"And you're so holy, too,? I mean after what you did with Debbie.
What you did with me, today? Guess that makes you a bridegroom of the
devil?"
"Look, I dunno any more," Thomas said, uncertain. "I know you ain't
suppose to mess around like this. But it didn't feel wrong when I did
it with Debbie. I loved her."
"But it feels wrong with me? You sure didn't seem to mind when you
came in my mouth earlier."
"No. It wasn't like that at all. I mean . . .
"Look, I still have one last promise to keep to Debbie. You can
either get in that bed, or you can leave. You wanna fuck, or don't
you?"
Thomas was horrified by the change in her. He didn't understand why
she was acting this way. One moment, she really seemed to like him.
The next, she seemed so cold, so hard.
He stared at her for a moment, hoping she would say something to
explain what was happening. She stood there, her chest heaving, and
returned his stare. It was almost as if she was challenging him to do
something. If he could only figure out what.
He turned away from her, and started down the stairs. He couldn't
do what she was asking. He simply couldn't.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 36 - by T. F. Yank
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