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Thomas 37 [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
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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*** 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 Thirty-Seven
As Thomas descended to the basement to get his clothes, he heard
Debbie's voice.
"Louanne's suffered as much as the rest of us . . . Lou has her
problems . . . She's never known how beautiful it can be between two
people . . . I want you to make love to her . . . Show her there are
guys out there who can be loving, and not just selfish . . . I'm asking
you to do this because you love me."
He gathered up his clothing. Seeing Louanne's clothing nearby, he
bent and picked them up, too. His mind was in a turmoil. How could
Debbie expect him to do something like that?
He saw Louanne lying naked before him. He remembered the feel of
her body against his. God, how he wanted her. But it was wrong.
"Was it?" he wondered. "Was it really wrong to give someone else
some happiness?" He started walking back upstairs, carrying the
clothing. "Maybe Debbie's right. It can't be wrong to want to make
someone else happy."
He went up to Louanne's room. Entering, he saw her lying on the
bed, sobbing. Quietly, he walked to her, leaned over, and caressed her
bare back. He felt her stiffen under his touch.
"Decided to come back, did you?" she said, refusing to face him.
"I'm sorry, Lou. Really I am."
"You're sorry? That's a laugh. What the fuck do you have to be
sorry about? You did what you promised Debbie you'd do. You made me
come."
"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to."
"Hurt me? Hell, you couldn't hurt me. I've been hurt by pros."
"I know you've been hurt. And somehow, I want to make that up to
you."
"Oh, I get it. You decided you wanted to fuck, after all. Finally
gonna let that prick do your thinking for you?"
"No. I don't wanna fuck as you put it. But I do want to make love
to you."
"Make love? Is that what you call it? You figure just because you
tell a girl you love her, she's gonna spread her legs for you? Sure
why not. So say it. Tell me you love me."
"No, I don't love you. I want to make love to you. To show you it
can be something special. Just like Debbie said it could be."
"Oh, so now you feel sorry for me. You're gonna fuck me out of
pity?"
"Yes, I feel sorry for you. Sorry because you were hurt by all
this. And I feel sorry for Debbie because of what happened to her.
And for myself, because I wasn't able to do anything to prevent this
mess. But now, I can do something. Something right."
Louanne turned over and looked up at him. She wiped the tears from
her eyes as she sat up. Thomas sat on the bed next to her.
"I was supposed to do this with you because Debbie wanted me to,"
Thomas added. "And I couldn't. But now, I don't want to do it for
her. I want to do it for you. And for me."
"I won't say I love you. I don't. I don't even know if I can love
you. I like you. A lot. And I want you. And I don't care if it's
wrong, or not. I know I'm scared. And I think you're scared, too."
Thomas reached out and caressed her cheek. Louanne gave a small cry
and wrapped her arms around him.
"I've never done anything like this. I don't know exactly what to
do," he continued. "Oh, I know how it's suppose to be done. But I
want it to be good for you. So, you'll have to help me."
Louanne put her finger to his lips. "Shush, don't worry. We can
learn together. Come lie down here next to me."
They lay side by side, looking into each other's eyes. Thomas made
the first move, taking Louanne's breast and bringing it to his lips.
Lightly, he ran his tongue over the nipple until it responded.
Louanne reacted by wrapping her fingers in his hair and pushing his
face tighter against her breast. She gently took his hand and drew it
down between her legs. He gently fingered her slit, seeking her clit.
Louanne raised one leg allowing him better access. She covered the
top of his head with kisses as she squirmed under his touch. Her hand
sought his penis and gently stroked it.
Thomas wished he had two good hands, as he raised his face from her
breast and sought her mouth. He gently forced a finger deep into her
vagina and started moving it in and out. Louanne sucked on his tongue,
one hand lightly scratching his back, as the other now firmly grasped
his shaft.
Her hips moved in response to his hand at her vagina. He could feel
her wetness. He used his thumb to gently tease her clitoris as his
finger delved deeper into her vaginal opening.
Louanne threw her leg over his hip, drawing him closer. Her hand
guided his fully erect member to her pulsating nether lips, pushing his
hand aside. Slowly, she rubbed his shaft the full length of her
opening.
Thomas shuddered as her warm, wet vaginal lips seemed to suck the
tip of his shaft deeper. His hand returned to her breasts as he
smashed his mouth hard against hers.
They lay clinging to one another. Thomas found himself gulping for
air, his heart crashing against his rib cage. It was as if someone had
turn the heat on. His entire body was on fire.
Louanne pressed against his shoulder, forcing him to his back. She
rolled with him until she straddled his hips. Guiding his shaft to her
opening, she lowered herself slowly.
Her eyes widened, as she took him completely. Once he was deep
inside her, she raised herself until only the tip of his swollen gland
was in her. Then she dropped back on him, taking his full length all
at once.
Thomas found himself raising his hips in attempt to push himself in
deeper. The feeling of raw pleasure was like nothing he had ever known
before. Each time Louanne pushed herself down on him, ripples of
pleasure crashed through his entire body.
He watched Louanne, her eyes closed. Her face contorting as she
softly moaned. She pushed herself upright, her hands pressing hard
against his stomach. It was as if she had tightened the already vise-
like grip with which her vagina held his penis.
Slowly she increased the speed of her movements. Thomas again
raised his hips in rhythm with her. He raised his hand to her breast.
Louanne grabbed his hand with both of hers, and pressed it hard against
her chast.
"Yes. God, yes," she cried, falling forward. Her hips crashed
franticly against his, again and again, as her movements became more
urgent. She buried her face against his neck, as she whimpered, "God,
it's happening again."
Thomas could no longer match her movements. He lay there, allowing
her complete control of their lovemaking. He squirmed uncomfortably as
she bit into his shoulder.
Louanne pushed herself up, her body slamming back on his shaft. Her
eyes shut tight, she bit her lip in an attempt to hold back the scream
that was building inside her.
Thomas felt his testicles contract, and knew he was about to come.
He rammed himself deeper between her legs, as he was determined to get
every ounce of pleasure he could.
Thomas's added effort proved too much for Louanne. Digging her
nails into his chest, she uttered a piercing scream, and slammed down
hard on him. Thomas continued to thrust into her, his cum erupting
from him. He thought he'd never stop cumming.
At last, their movements slowed. Louanne again fell upon him, her
lips kissing his chest, her hands touching, rubbing him. He lay there,
exhausted. It was his turn to feel as if his limbs had turned to
rubber. He had no idea it could be this good.
Louanne lifted her face from his chest, and gave him an impish
smile. "Oooh, that was good. For two people not quite sure what to
do, I think that was very good." She gave her ass a wiggle, sending
shivers through him.
Suddenly a thought struck him, "My God, what if she gets pregnant?"
Seeing the startled look on his face, Louanne asked what was wrong.
When he told her, she laughed.
"Oh, it's okay. I'm on the pill. Mind you, it's a little late to
worry about that now."
Thomas was ashamed. He should have thought about that. Well, it
wouldn't happen next time. Well, if there was a next time.
Seeing he was upset, Louanne pulled herself up, and kissed him.
"Hey, really it's okay. I wouldn't have let anything happen if I
hadn't taken some kind of precaution."
"Yeah, but I should have . . ."
"Oh, forget it," she teased. "Debbie said you'd get carried away,
feeling guilty afterwards."
"Debbie seems to have told you everything," he said, feeling
slightly resentful.
"Yeah, she did. But I never thought it would be as good as she
said. Or that you'd be as great as she said."
Thomas just pulled her tighter to him. There was no sense in trying
to figure these girl out. They had all the answers, no matter what you
tried.
He laid there, feeling like he'd never move again. He liked the
feeling of her body snuggled against his. His hand reached out and
caressed her breasts, as she nuzzled his neck.
He took the time to review what had happened to him in these past
few weeks. He may have been late in discovering girls and sex, but he
sure had made up for it, fast.
He thought about Louanne. He knew he didn't love her. Not like he
did Debbie. He use to think he'd only make love to someone he loved.
And then only after he was married.
But he'd probably never see Debbie again. And he never did get to
make love to her. He was sure Louanne only did it because Debbie asked
her. To make up for Debbie not being able to do it herself.
He compared the two girls. Debbie was always talking, telling him
what she wanted him to do. Lou, on the other hand, didn't talk as
much. But boy, did she scream when it was almost over.
Debbie seemed to have more experience. But with Lou, for some
reason, it seemed better, more intense. He didn't mean to knock
Debbie, but he did like fooling around with Lou better. But after
this, he'd probably never have another chance, anyways.
He suddenly thought about Sandy, Dale's girlfriend. She'd be all
alone now, what with Dale being sent away for his part in what happened
to Debbie. She wasn't as cute as Louanne, but maybe she might be
interested in going out.
And then there was that girl, Erika in math class. She was cute.
He always wondered what it would be like to touch her big breasts. If
nothing else, he did have both Debbie and Louanne to thank for showing
him what girls and sex was all about.
Louanne stirred in his arms, and he leaned over to kiss her. She
returned his kiss briefly and then pushed herself up onto her elbows.
Looking him straight in the eyes, she said, "Well I guess we both
kept our promises to Debbie. I mean, you showed me what it was like to
really come. And I introduced you to making love."
Thomas had been dreading this moment. Like Lou said, they had done
what Debbie had made them promise they would do. There really wasn't
any reason for him to hang around. Reluctantly he tried to sit up.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Louanne asked.
"Well, like you said, we did what we promised to do. I figured I
should leave now. I really want to thank you and . . ."
"You want to thank me? Thank me? You figure you got your rocks
off, so now you just up and leave?"
"Now what did I do?" he thought. To Louanne he said, "That's not it
at all. I just thought you'd want me to leave."
"Want you to leave? Why would I want that? I want you to stay."
"You do? But I don't . . ."
"Seeing what we did was for Debbie, I thought we might do something
just for us."
"Gee. But I don't love you. I mean, I like you a lot. I liked
what we did a lot, too. But I can't lie to you and say I love you."
"I don't love you either. Least not yet. Maybe never. But I like
you. And I definitely liked what we did. And I want to do it again,
just for us. Not because we promised someone else that we would.
Don't you want to do it again?"
"God, yes!" Thomas exclaimed, and then felt himself blush. "But I
don't know if I could do it again. I mean, not right away."
"Oh, I think I can help you there," Louanne said as she moved down
his body.
Thomas watched her position herself between his legs. Her hands
gently grasped his limp shaft as her lips started to kiss it. He was
afraid nothing she could do would help, but it did feel good, so he
didn't say anything.
Enjoying the feel of her mouth on his penis, his thoughts wandered
to Sandy. He remembered how she had played with Dale's penis in the
movie. And how Dale said she wouldn't suck him off. He wondered how
Sandy would react if he made her come like he had Debbie and Louanne.
He felt a tightening in his groin and was amazed to see himself
fully erect.
Louanne raised her face from his lap and grinned. "Looks like this
little guy is ready to party again." She moved forward until she was
positioned over the erect member, and slowly lowered herself upon it.
"Mom's outta town two days this week," she said as she started
moving up and down on his shaft. "Don't think we're going to get much
history done this week," she added with a chuckle.
Forgetting the other girls momentarily, Thomas responded by reaching
for her breasts as they jiggled with her rapidly increasing movements.
-- The End --
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 37 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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