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Subject: Cumin' Of Age by T.F.Yank(Parts 15-20)
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Archive-title: Thomas- Coming of Age (37 Parts)


From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank)
Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

                     Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
                    ------------------------------
                             by T. F. Yank

  ----------------------------[  Disclaimer  ]-----------------------
  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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  Due to the length of the entire story (37 chapters in all), Please
  do not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed.
  Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are
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 -- Chapter Fifteen

   Debbie located Thomas standing alone near the playing field.  She
snuck up behind him, and wrapped her arms tightly around him.  She
lightly ran her tongue across the back of his neck.  She felt he
shudder as she gently tongued his earlobe.
   Thomas turned and held her close.  His mouth sought hers, her lips
parting before his tongue.  He felt her melt against him as her tongue
met his.  He wished they could do this forever, it felt so nice. 
Realizing that someone might see them, he hastily broke the embrace.
   "Why'd you do that?" Debbie complained.
   "People can see us," he answered.
   "So?  Oh well, you're probably right.  But it did feel awfully good
while it lasted.  You sure you haven't been practising?"
   "Of course I have," he teased.
   "You have?  With who?" Debbie demanded.
   "With you, silly.  Who did you think?"
   "Damn well better only be me.  And I, for one, think you still need
a lot more practice."
   "Well, we can practice all you want friday night."
   "And maybe a little bit during the week?  Like when you walk me to
school, or home.  And at lunch, too."
   "You're crazy, you know that?  How about during history, too?"
   "Naw, I don't think Mrs. Whalen would like that."
   "I was only kidding.  You are crazy!"
   "Crazy about you, silly.  I can't get enough of you."
   Deciding that changing the subject might be better, Thomas asked,
"What were you and Rodge talking about?"
   "Oh just some stuff," she answered evasively.
   "Yeah, but what stuff?"
   "He and Lou had a fight of sorts.  And he's looking for some help to
make up with her."
   That didn't sound right to Thomas.  Hadn't he heard Rodger talking
about going out with another girl this morning?
   "I don't know if you should get involved," he cautioned.
   "Hey, it's okay.  Lou's my best friend.  And if I can help in
anyway, I have to."
   "Yeah, but . . ."
   "Don't worry so much.  I can handle it."
   The  bell rang indicating that lunch was over.  They hurried back
into the building.  Debbie gave him a quick kiss, and said she'd see
him in History.  As Thomas watched her hurry away, he wondered if he
should be concerned about her getting involved in Louanne and Rodger's
problems.
   Once school as over, Thomas walked Debbie and Louanne home.  Debbie
teased Louanne about their tutoring session that night.
   "You better make sure all he teaches you is history," she said to
Louanne.
   "Aw, and I was hoping he could teach me some of the things you
taught him."
   "Never you mind, girl.  You have your own guy for that.  Besides I
ain't done teaching him everything yet."
   "Well, maybe I should wait until you have him fully trained.  I
guess I'll just have to be satisfied with studying why the Middle Ages
made the Renaissance possible."
   Thomas felt uncomfortable listening to the two girls tease each
other so bluntly.  He wasn't sure he liked the idea of Debbie telling
Louanne everything they did when they were alone.  Certain things
should be kept private, just between the two of them.  When he got a
chance, he'd have a talk with Debbie.
   As they neared the corner near Debbie's house, Thomas was prepared
for their usual kiss.  Instead, Debbie swore, "Shit!"
   "What's the matter?" he asked.
   "That's my Dad's car coming down the street.  He must have gotten
off early from work.  You and Lou just continue walking.  I'll see you
tomorrow, okay?"
   She hurried to the corner and waved to her father.  As the car
turned the corner, she pretended to race it to her house.  Louanne
pulled Thomas along after her.
   "Comon.  Pretend you're talking to me.  Don't look back at her."
   "Why not?  Why do we need to pretend?"
   "If you don't, her dad will have a shit fit."
   "I don't understand?"
   "Look, I don't know what Debbie's told you.  And maybe I shouldn't
be telling you this without checking with her first.  But her dad
caught her with a guy one time.  I guess they were doing something they
shouldn't have.  Anyways, he really beat the shit out of her.  And ever
since, if he sees her with some guy, he freaks."
   "She didn't tell me that.  I hope I don't get her into trouble,"
Thomas said, concerned.
   "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about it.  Debbie's gotten quite good
at keeping her boyfriends and her dad apart," Louanne chuckled.
   "I guess you two have had lots of boyfriends?" Thomas asked.
   "I'm not telling you any more about Debbie.  I've probably said more
than I should have.  You can ask her yourself," Louanne answered.
   "You don't have to worry about that.  Debbie's already told me more
than I wanted to know."
   "Yeah, she would," Louanne chuckled.  "She'd tell a stranger all the
intimate details of her life, if given the chance.  She never did learn
when to shut her mouth."
   "And what about you?" Thomas asked.
   "What do you mean, what about me?  Are you suggesting I don't know
how to keep my mouth shut?" Louanne demanded.
   "No, that's not what I meant.  I meant how many boyfriends have you
had?"
   "Only two.  Before I started going with Rodge, I dated a guy for
almost two years."
   "Really?  What happened?"
   "He moved away.  I cried for a week after."
   "Gee, I'm sorry.  I didn't know."
   "I'm okay now.  But it took a while before I could even look at
another boy.  Then I met Rodger."
   Thomas felt uneasy.  He didn't want to talk about what happened
saturday.  Luckily, they had arrived at Louanne's house.  He said he'd
see her after supper, and continued on home.


 -- Chapter Sixteen

   Rodger hid in a doorway across from the market.  He kept an eye out
for Debbie.  He wanted to time this just right.  He saw her walking
down the street.
   Debbie stopped in front of the market and looked around.  Looking
uncertain, she entered the store.  Rodger waited for her to come back
out.
   "Damn, the bitch is taking forever," he thought.  Another five
minutes went by, and he wondered if he was making a mistake.  At that
moment, Debbie came out carrying two shopping bags.  She again looked
around before heading back the way she had come.
   Rodger waited until she was about a half a block away.  He started
running after her.  Once he got a good pace going, he called out her
name.  "Debbie!  Debbie wait!  Debbie?"
   She turned to see who was calling her.  She saw him running toward
her.  When he finally caught up to her, he bent over, his hands on his
knees, gasping for breath.
   "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned to see him like that.  She put
down the bags, and reached out for him.
   "I'm . . . okay . . . just . . . need . . . to . . . catch . . . my
. . . breath," he managed to say between gulping large amounts of air.
   "Take it easy," Debbie cautioned.
   "I'm okay.  Just need to rest a minute.  I was afraid I'd miss you. 
I got stuck at home until it was way after five."
   "You ran all the way from your house?  But that has to be at least .
. ."
   "Hey, I had to get here before you left, didn't I?  You said this
was the only time you could talk to me.  And I really need to talk to
you about Lou and me."
   "Gee, I didn't realize . . ."
   "Look if I'm gonna get you in trouble.  I mean, if you're gonna be
late getting home."
   "Don't worry about that.  I'll be okay.  Why don't we cut through
the park.  We can take it slow, if you want."
   "I'm okay now.  Here let me carry those bags.  They look heavy,"
Rodger said, picking them up.
   "You don't have to do that," Debbie protested.
   "Hey, it's the least I can do.  I mean you helping me and
everything."
   They walked through the park.  At one point, Rodger stumbled and
almost dropped the bags.
   "Here, give them to me," Debbie said.
   "Golly, I guess I'm more pooped than I thought," Rodger said,
putting the bags down.
   "Why don't you rest for a moment," Debbie suggested.  "Maybe we
could sit down here," she said, pointing to the base of a large elm
tree.
   "I dunno.  I'm afraid if I sit down, I'll never get up again.  Maybe
I'll just lean against the tree for a minute."
   Rodger waited for Debbie to join him.  He thought to himself, "Now
to dangle the bait."
   "I really appreciate you helping me like this.  Even if it's only
for Lou you're doing this," he added quickly as she started to say
something.  "I don't know what Lou told you, but I really screwed
things up saturday.  I don't know why I did what I did.  No, that's not
right.  I do know."
   Debbie waited for him to say something else.  When he didn't, she
said, "Well, Lou wouldn't tell me all the details.  But she did say you
hurt her."
   "I didn't mean to, really I didn't.  I got carried away.  How can I
explain this without upsetting you?"
   "Upsetting me?  Why would it upset me?"
   "Well, you're such a sweet kid.  And what I did was kinda, I don't
know, perverted?  I don't want to shock you."
   Debbie giggled.  "I know more than you think.  I know you tried to
get Lou to give you a blowjob.  And I know you wanted her to swallow
your cum."
   Rodger reddened, and looked away.  "I guess you think I'm pretty
disgusting.  Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
   "Hey, don't worry.  I know all about sex, and what people in love
want to do."
   "I bet you do, slut," he thought.  "Well, I just don't want to say
anything that might offend you."
   "Never mind that.  What I can't understand is why you did it.  You
and Lou are suppose to be in love.  And people in love don't force the
other to do things like that."
   "I know.  That's why I feel so terrible about it.  But you don't
understand."
   "You're right about that.  Why don't you try to explain it to me."
   "God, sometimes I think I'm going crazy.  I love Lou so much, I want
to do so many things with her.  But I can't figure her out.  Sometimes
she wants to do stuff.  And other times, she doesn't.  And sometimes I
hurt so much, I don't know what to do."
   "Now to set the hook," he thought as he started to sob.  His eyes
filled with tears, and he turned away from Debbie.
   Debbie was caught off guard seeing him sobbing against the tree
trunk.  "He really is sorry," she thought.  "Look how much pain he is
in."
   "Please, Rodge.  It'll be okay."
   "It won't ever be okay.  Not after the way I treated her.  I deserve
whatever I get."
   "No, please.  I'll help you however I can.  Don't cry."
   Debbie reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 
Rodger turned to face her.  She pulled him to her to give him comfort. 
She could feel his body shudder with his sobs.
   "Oh Debbie.  How can I ever make her see that I really love her.  I
don't want to go on without her."
   She held him tight.  His cheek touched hers, and she could feel the
wetness of his tears.  She gave him a reassuring hug.
   "We'll think of some way.  First you have to learn that love is a
two way street.  You gotta learn to do for her like you want her to do
for you."
   "But I don't know what to do.  And besides, she's doesn't want to
have anything to do with me any more."
   "That's not true.  She's just upset.  She'll get over that."  Debbie
looked into his face.  The pain there caused her hug him more tightly. 
Rodger wrapped his arms around her in return.  Not really knowing what
she was doing, Debbie gently kissed the tears from his cheek.  Rodger
turned his face slightly so that Debbie lips brushed his.
   Debbie found herself kissing him on the lips.  Without thinking, her
tongue slipped into his mouth.  Rodger gently sucked it deeper as his
hand slid down her back to her buttocks.
   "My god," she thought, "he's actually kissing me."  She knew they
were doing something wrong.  But this was Rodger.  And he was kissing
her like she was someone special.  She melted into his arms and kissed
him harder.  His hand squeezed her buttocks and pulled her tighter
against his groin.  His tongue gently pushed its way into her mouth. 
She could feel his cock become hard against her stomach.
   "What am I doing," she thought.  "I shouldn't be doing this.  But
he's so tender, so gentle.  How could Lou think he'd hurt her.  But
this is wrong.  I've gotta stop this before it's too late."
   But before Debbie could tear herself from his arms, Rodger pushed
her away.
   "No, Please!  We shouldn't.  Even if it means you won't help me, I
can't do that.  We have to control ourselves.  We've got to, for Lou's
sake."
   "My God, he thinks I'm trying to come on to him.  He thinks I expect
something for helping him and Lou."  Debbie was horrified by what she
had done.
   "No.  Please.  I didn't mean anything.  I wasn't trying to . . ."
   "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  I'm not sure I can handle
being so close to you like this."
   "I turn him on.  Me!  Why do I find this out now?"
   "Look," Debbie said.  "We 'll both have to learn to control
ourselves.  But we can do it.  I know we can.  And I can help you get
Lou back."
   "Well, I'll try.  If you think we'll be okay.  And I really do
appreciate anything you can do to help me.  But what do I have to do? 
What can I do?"
   Debbie needed time to think.  Time to collect her thoughts.  Things
weren't happening like they were suppose to.  Or rather things were
happening like they were not suppose to.
   "Look.  I have to get home now.  But we still need to talk.  There
are things you need to know.  But this isn't a good place."
   "Well, we could go to Dale's place," Rodger suggested.
   "I don't know.  I don't think you'll want someone else around.  I
know I'm not that crazy about that idea."
   "What if I came over to your house?" he asked.
   "Shit no!  My dad would have a fit.  No, we need some place private. 
Some place where no one will see us together and get the wrong idea."
   "Gee, I hadn't thought about that.  But you're right.  If someone
saw us together like this, I can forget about ever getting Lou back. 
Tell you what.  I'll try and find some place and let you know."
   "That's sounds okay," Debbie agreed.
   "When do you want to do it?" Rodger asked.
   "How about Wednesday?  I can get out after supper."
   "Wednesday?  Gee, I was hoping we could meet sooner.  But, hey,
Wednesday's good for me.  After supper is fine too.  Why don't we make
it around seven?"
   "Sure, that's okay.  But where?"
   "I'll let you know tomorrow at school.  I should have figured out a
place by then.  Some place we can talk and not be disturbed, right?"
   "Yeah.  Some place where we don't have to be afraid of someone
seeing us."
   "Well, I guess you had better get home.  Don't want you getting into
trouble or anything," Rodger said, showing concern.
   "Yeah, I better.  I'll see you tomorrow at school.  And Rodger? 
Don't worry.  We'll get you and Lou back together again."
   "I sure hope so.  My life just isn't the same without her.  I don't
know how to thank you for your help.  Someday, I'll repay you, Debbie. 
I promise."
   Debbie grabbed the bags and took off, leaving Rodger leaning against
the tree.
   "And I promise you'll be repaid well on wednesday, you slut," he
chuckled as he watched her walk away.  Better check out the Bartlett
place.  Want to make sure it's perfect for our little talk.
   Rodger cut across the park.  He broke into an easy trot as he
hurried to check out the shed.
   "Well, she swallowed the bait," he told himself.  "Just like she's
gonna swallow my cum.  God, I couldn't believe it when she started
tonguing me like that.  And when she pressed her tits into my chest."
   "I bet she would have sucked me off right there, she wants me so
much," he gloated.  "And that ass.  I almost couldn't let go, it felt
so good.  But wednesday, I'll have all the time I want.  And before I'm
finished, the slut will beg to do anything I want."
   The thought of Debbie lying naked in front of him, made him hard
again.  His erect shaft rubbed pleasantly against his jeans as he
continued to run at an easy pace.  He finally arrived at the Bartlett
place, and went to the shed in the back.


 -- Chapter Seventeen

   Rodger checked to make sure no one had seen him, and slipped into
the shed.  From the amount of dust covering the floor, he could tell
that the place hadn't been used in while.  It was one of his favorite
places to take a girl.  But he hadn't been here since he started dating
Louanne.
   He found an old push broom in a corner, and started to sweep the
place.  Gotta make sure it looks okay.  Don't want her finding a reason
for leaving too soon.
   As he swept, he thought of the things he would have to make sure
were there when he needed them.  Gotta bring a blanket or two.  Don't
want that sweet ass getting cold or nothing.
   And some rope, just in case.  Wonder if the old clothes line is
still in the garage?  Cut into a couple of pieces, it should do okay. 
"And I can't forget Snake," he thought.
   Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out an object.  Caressing
it gently, he thought how he always loved the feel of the pearl handle. 
Pressing the small button at the top, he watched as a thin, four inch
flash of steel shot out from the handle.
   He loved the sound it made when it opened like that.  He rubbed the
blade back and forth on his pant leg to shine it.  Gently folding the
blade, he put it back into his pocket.  Yeah, definitely gonna want
Snake at the party.  Just in case she objects to Dale being here too.
   An image of the three of them flashed into his mind.  Dale on the
bottom, the bitch in between, and him on top.  Dale fucking her cunt
while he fucked that beautiful ass.  And the slut begging for more.
   The broom dropped to the floor as Rodger's hand went to his crotch. 
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect cock.  He jerked
off as he played the scene in his mind over and over.  As he starting
coming, he imagined Debbie twisting underneath him to take his cock in
her mouth.  His knees felt weak as he milked the last drops of cum from
his throbbing shaft.
   He looked down to see a small pool of cum on the bare floor.  With
the toe of his shoe, he smeared it, making a crude X.
   "And right there is where I'm gonna fuck you.  Right there is where
you're gonna suck me off, bitch."  Checking the shed for the last time,
he headed on home.  He couldn't remember the last time he felt this
good.  And he knew he would feel even better after Wednesday.
   Too bad he had to wait so long, he thought.  But she'll pay for
that.  He felt himself getting hard again as he imagined the different
ways he'd make her pay.
   When he arrived home, he went to the back door.  As he was about to
go down to the basement, he heard yelling.
   Shit, the old man's in an uproar again, he thought.  Rodger snuck up
into the kitchen and listened.
   "Damn it, Louise.  How many times do I have to tell you how I want
my shirts ironed.  How do you expect me to go to work wearing this?"
Rodger's father yelled.
   "I'm sorry, Paul.  Really I am.  I don't know what I was thinking
of.  I'll do it again right away," Rodger heard his mother answer.
   Rodger moved silently into the hall.  His parents were in the dining
room.  And Rodger knew if he was careful, he could probably see what
was going on in the hall mirror.  He crept forward until he saw his
parents' image reflected in the mirror.
   His father was red in the face.  His mother stood clutching the
shirt to her chest.  Rodger could see she was frightened.
   "I don't know, Louise," Rodger's father said.  "Last week, you
mismatched my favorite socks.  Then last night, you burnt the roast. 
And now this.  I guess it's been too long since the last time."
   Louise moved back slowly.  "Please Paul.  I said I was sorry.  It
won't happen again, I promise."
   Paul started to unbuckle his belt.  "Don't!" he snapped.  "Remember
what happened the last time you tried to get away from me.  I'm sure
you don't want that again.  Get over here!" he commanded her as he
pulled his belt free.
   Rodger watched, fascinated.  His father threaded the belt through
its buckle.  Wrapping the free end around his hand, he swung it a few
times to gauge the force of the weighted end.
   "No.  Please Paul.  I'll be good, really I will.  Please don't hit
me again." Rodger's mother pleaded as she started to cry.
   Rodger's father raised his arm and swung the belt down hard on her. 
The strap caught her across the shoulder as the buckle bit into her
back.  She cried out in pain.
   "Stop that immediately.  You know your carrying on like that, only
adds to the punishment."
   Rodger watched as his father continued to beat his mother.  She
tried hard to stifle her cries as the belt repeatedly ripped into her
body.  Now there's a man who knows how to handle women, he thought as
he watched the belt catch his mother in the stomach.  Rodger felt
himself harden.  His mother tried to protect herself with her arms as
his father continued to lash out at her.
   Paul simply moved around until he had a clear shot.  Finally she
fell to her knees as she cried out, "I'm sorry, Paul.  I'm sorry."
   Paul grabbed hold of each end of the belt.  He looped it around her
neck and drew her to him.  "Show me how sorry you really are," he said
in a low voice.
   Her hand franticly undid his pants.  As she pulled them down with
one hand, her other extracted his semi-erect penis.  Grasping it with
both hands, her mouth moved to his testicles.  She licked his hairy
balls, taking each in turn into her mouth to gently suck.
   Having thoroughly licked and sucked his balls, she then moved to his
shaft.  Starting at its base, she tongued and sucked the tender
underside until she arrived at the tip.  With one hand gently caressing
and squeezing his balls, and the other pumping the base of his shaft,
her tongue flickered across the tip.
   Rodger's hand went to his own throbbing shaft as he watched his
father grab her head with both hands.  Paul shoved his now fully erect
cock deep in her mouth.  Louise could only steady herself by wrapping
her hands around his hips.
   As Rodger continued to watch his parents, their image was replaced
with his and Debbie's.  He saw himself franticly moving his hips back
and forth as he shoved his enlarged cock deep in Debbie's mouth.  And
it was Debbie's muffled cries he heard as she gagged on the massive
rod.
   He almost moaned aloud as he watched his father, first shudder, and
then pump harder into the sucking mouth as he climaxed.  Rodger's
mother continued to lick and suck the shaft until it was once again
limp.  Paul grabbed a handful of her hair and wiped his shaft.
   Still holding her by the hair, he lifted her face higher.  His free
hand descended and slapped her hard.  Once, twice, his hand shot out. 
The last one caught her across the bridge of her nose.  She'll be
wearing sun glasses for awhile, Rodger thought.
   "We'll continue your punishment later tonight," his father said. 
"Right now, get me a fucking beer, and then go iron that shirt.  And
you better do it right this time, or we'll have to double your
punishment."
    Rodger's mother scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the
kitchen.  Rodger quickly retraced his steps as he hurried to his room
in the basement.  He just managed to start down the stairs, when he
heard his mother open the fridge.
   Not wanting her to hear him, he tiptoed the remaining distance to
his room.  He quietly closed the door and locked it.  He tore at his
pants as he hurried to his bed.  Reaching under the mattress, he pulled
out a well worn magazine.  He stepped out of his pants as he lay down. 
He pulled his hard shaft from his briefs as he placed the magazine on
his raised thighs.
   One hand slowly stroking his cock, he turned the pages slowly.  In
each picture, some poor helpless girl was bound.  Some were held by
chains, others with leathers straps.  As he gazed upon one where a whip
was slashing across the girl's tits, he squeezed his balls gently.  In
another picture, a small blond, with large but perfectly formed tits,
was bent over backwards.  Her mouth was stretched wide by an enormous
cock, as a second, equally as large, thrust deep into her cunt.
   Even knowing what the next page held, Rodger still felt his breath
catch in his throat.  She was suspended in midair, her arms and legs
spread wide with chains.  Her gorgeous tits strained against weights
suspended from clamps attached to her nipples.
   Two men, naked except for black leather face masks, attacked her
body with riding crops.  Each man held an enormous phallus.  It was
obvious they were attacking both her cunt and ass with them.
   Rodger could imagine her swing back and forth in attempt to get away
from the stinging lash of the riding crops.  And as she swayed, heavy
weights moved, pulling on the clamps as they dug into her tender
nipples.  And as her hips moved back and forth, the gigantic dildos
took turns digging deeper into her cunt and ass.  Rodger's hand was
pumping his now throbbing cock, as he played the scene in his mind.
   Reluctantly he turned the page.  He closed his eyes in anticipation. 
The next page was even more worn than the previous ones.  Full of
stains, the ink was worn thin as if rubbed many times.  Rodger took
several deep breaths as he now gently rubbed his blood red cock.
   Opening his eyes slowly, he looked at his favorite picture.  He
covered the picture with his hand so he could only see part of it. 
Slowly he moved his hand across the page, revealing more of it.  His
breathing became more rapid as he gripped the tip of his cock and
roughly teased it.  Again there were two men with a bound girl between
them.  She was bent at the waist.  Her ankles wore cuffs attached to a
long bar which forced her legs wide apart.  Rodger ran his fingers
across the thighs where they showed the strain of the forced position.
   Her arms were pulled hard behind her back, her wrists also cuffed. 
A thin chain looped tightly around her neck and down to the cuffs at
her wrist.  Again clamps bit into her nipples.  They were attached to
taunt chains, which in turn were attached to the bar between her
ankles. 
   One cock filled her mouth as another was shown half in her ass.  The
man reaming her from behind had his hands tightly around the chain
which ran down her back.  Rodger's hand furiously pumped his cock, as
he closed his eyes.
   He could hear her muffled protests as she was forced to service both
men.  She couldn't help her body jerking forward, each time Rodger
shoved his giant cock deep in her ass.  And each time she did, the cock
in her mouth dug deeper into the back of her throat.
   Rodger would slowly pull his cock from her tight ass, forcing her
harder against the cock in front of her.  But then he would jerk on the
chain around her throat, causing her to raise her head and push back
hard against him.  His cock would ram deep into her ass, his balls
slapping against her straining thighs. 
   And she would groan even with the cock in her mouth.  For each time
she raised her head to ease the chain choking her, her tits pulled
against the clamps held fast by chains.  Rodger continued to slam his
cock deep into her ass, as the man in front withdrew his throbbing cock
from her mouth.
   Thick streams of hot cum spurted across her eyes and nose.  She
strained forward, trying desperately to catch the cum on her
outstretched tongue.  Rodger pulled hard on the chain around her neck,
forcing her to impale herself deeper on his burning cock.
   His hips pistoned faster as he reached beneath her to strum the
taunt chains attached to her tender nipples.  From her now free mouth,
loud moans filled the room.  Her bound hands tried to caress his taunt
stomach.
   Rodger felt the molten fluids build under pressure within him.  He
slammed into her tight nether opening again and again, until he knew he
could delay no longer.  He withdrew his flaming rod from her and
grabbed the chain around her neck.
   Twisting it tighter, he pulled her head around to face him.  Her
mouth was opened wide to receive him.  She lurched forward, swallowing
him whole.
   The touch of her moist mouth was more than he could take.  Her
tongue drove him beyond endurance as he came with violent shudders
coursing through his body.  His pelvis slammed against her face, as she
sucked him dry.
   Empty at last, he had to push her face from his cock.  Her tongue
continued to lick at the tip of his shaft.  He laughed as he pulled her
face upward, causing the clamps to pull harder on her tits.
   Rodger opened his eyes again.  His cock now limp in his hand.  He
reached for a kleenex to wipe the gobs of cum from the pages opened
before him.  He wondered briefly if he could find chains before
Wednesday night.


 -- Chapter Eighteen

   Thomas arrived at Louanne's house precisely at seven.  He rang the
bell and waited for someone to answer.  Mrs. Raster opened the door.
   "Hi, you must be Thomas?" she said, uncertain.
   "Yes, ma'am.  I've come to tutor Louanne," he replied.
   "Please come in.  Louanne is expecting you.  And I'd like to thank
you for helping like this.  Mrs. Whalen speaks very highly of you."
   "Thank you," he said as he entered the house.  "I hope this extra
studying helps Lou.  I wouldn't want her to fail, or anything like
that."
   "I hope so, too.  Louanne is downstairs.  I'll show you the way,"
she said as she headed toward the kitchen.
   Thomas almost said he knew where it was.  But then he realized this
was suppose to be the first time he had been there.  "Almost screwed
that up," he thought as he followed her.
   "Louanne?  Thomas is here," her step-mother called.
   "I'll be right there," Louanne replied.
   "Would you like something to drink, Thomas?" Mrs. Raster asked.
   "No thank you, ma'am.  At least not now.  I just finished supper a
little while ago."
   "Well, maybe later.  Some milk and cookies sound good?  I baked some
chocolate chip cookies yesterday."
   "Yes ma'am.  That sounds good.  Maybe after we've gotten some
studying done?"
   "Hi Tommy," Louanne said as she came up the stairs.
   "Well, I guess you two had better get started.  If you need anything
at all, just let me know."
   "Yes ma'am, I will.  All set, Lou?"
   "About as much as I'll ever be.  Comon, let's get this over with." 
They went downstairs.  Louanne had set things up at a small desk in the
corner of the room.  She went to get a chair for Thomas.
   "Did you see Rodger today?" she asked when she returned.
   "Yeah," he answered.
   "Did he say anything about me?"
   "We didn't really say much."
   "He didn't ask you to give me a message or anything like that?"
   "All we said to each other was hi.  He and Debbie talked a bit at
lunchtime.  But I don't know what they said."
   "Debbie talked to him?"
   "Yeah, but just for a couple of minutes.  He said he wanted to talk
to her alone, so I took off.  She met me a few minutes later."
   "So she intends to play little miss matchmaker," Louanne said,
thoughtfully.
   "Why do you think Rodger would give me a message for you?"
   "Well, he knew we'd be studying together tonight."
   "Yeah, so?"
   "Well, he and I had a fight on Saturday after you left Dale's.  He
tried to talk to me this morning before school.  But I was still mad at
him, and didn't want to talk.  I never saw him again at school today. 
And he wasn't around when we walked home.  I just thought maybe he
might have said something to you."
   Thomas thought of the conversation he had overheard in the locker
room.  Should he say something to Lou?  He wasn't sure.  Maybe Rodger
had only been teasing Dale.  And even if he hadn't, it wasn't really
Thomas' business, was it?
   "Nope.  Like I said, we really didn't say much of anything.  Sorry."
   "Oh, that's okay.  Maybe I'll give Debbie a call later, and find out
what they talked about.  Guess we better get started."
   He and Louanne started going over the material Mrs. Whalen had
outlined for them.  Louanne seemed to have trouble understanding.  He
constantly had to go back and explain things two or three times, before
she caught on.  He found himself wondering if he had made a mistake
thinking this would be easy.
   He was trying to explain, for the fourth time, the relationship
between the Holy Roman Empire and the Roman Catholic Church, when Mrs.
Raster came down carrying a large tray.
   "How is it going?" she asked as she set the tray on table in front
of the couch.
   "Slowly," Thomas responded, slightly irritated.
   "Slowly?  Are you crazy?  If you didn't go so fast, maybe I could
understand this junk,"  Louanne snapped at him.
   "Now, now children.  I think you two need a break.  I thought you
might want some of those cookie, Thomas."
   "Thank you, ma'am.  They sure do look good."
   "Well, I hope you like them.  If you want some more, just let me
know.  Now you two take a break.  It sounds like you may be trying to
do too much at one time.  Remember, if you need anything, just let me
know."
   "You can get me a new brain, while you're at it," Louanne said
discouraged.
   "It just takes a little time, honey.  Don't give up too soon," her
step-mother said as she went back upstairs.
   "Yeah, don't let it get to you, Lou," Thomas added.  "I guess maybe
I have been going too fast.  We'll just take it a little slower.  Look
at the progress you've made all ready."
   "I don't know," Louanne said.  "I just can't seem to remember names
and dates like you."
   "Okay, so maybe you have a little trouble in that area.  But you
catch on quick to the why things happen.  Like the bit with Charlemagne
and the Pope."
   "No more, please!  Right now, all I want to do is fill my face with
cookies and milk."
   Louanne picked up a cookie and shoved it in her mouth.  Her cheeks
bulged out and she crossed her eyes at him.  Thomas laughed, and did
the same thing.  Louanne picked up another cookie and tried to shove it
in his mouth.  Thomas choked slightly as he tried to swallow the cookie
already in his mouth.
   Louanne handed him a glass of milk, saying, "Here, wash it down with
this."
   "Now who's going too fast?" he managed to say between coughing fits.
   "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ."
   "It's okay.  I should have know better.  My mother is always
reminding to chew my food properly."
   "Yeah, they're good at that.  Are you sure you're okay?"
   "Really, I'm fine now.  Maybe I'll have another cookie.  They sure
do taste good."
   "Here, let me help you," she said as she broke one into small
pieces.  "Just take it a little at a time, right?"
   She placed a piece on his lips.  Thomas opened his mouth and stuck
out his tongue.  Louanne placed it on his tongue.  Thomas drew his
tongue back into his mouth and chewed the cookie slowly.
   Louanne held another piece out to him.  Again he stuck out his
tongue.  This time he licked the piece she held, catching her fingers. 
He leaned over and caught it between his lips.
   Louanne held on to it.  With his lips pressed around her fingertips,
he used his tongue to pry it from her grasp.  Slowly she pulled her
fingers from his mouth.
   "Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?" she asked.
   "Sorry?" he replied.
   "You know what I mean.  I told you Debbie told me everything you two
did, remember?"
   "I . . . er . . ."
   "If you're too embarrassed to talk about it, I'll understand.  I
shouldn't have said anything, anyways."
   "That's okay.  It's just not something I usually talk about anyhow,"
Thomas said, somewhat relieved.
   "I'm sorry.  It's just when Debbie told me, I felt . . . I don't
know, I guess I was jealous a bit."
   "Jealous?  Of me?"
   "No, not of you.  I don't really know how to explain it.  It's just
that Rodger and I have gone out for three months.  And he's never done
anything like that to me.  And all Debbie talks about is how great you
are.  And how you make her feel really good and all."
   "She does?  She thinks I'm great?"
   "Shit yes.  Like I said, all she wants to talk about is you and how
you're so good at . . . well you know."
   "Gee, I didn't think it meant all that much to her."
   "Are you kidding?  She doesn't talk about anything else.  It's
sickening sometimes.  If I have to listen to her telling me about how
many times you made her cum one more time, I'll scream."
   Thomas reddened to hear Louanne talk like that.
   Noticing his discomfort, Louanne said, "I can't figure you out
sometimes.  I mean, you knew I was watching you and Debbie, but it
didn't bother you then.  But I talk about it now, and you blush.  Hell,
you even paraded around here with a hard on, wanting me to lick it,
remember?"
   "I'm really sorry about that.  I don't know why I acted that way.  I
was really ashamed afterwards."
   "I dunno," Louanne said with a twinkle in her eyes.  "From what I
saw, you don't have too much to be ashamed of."
   Thomas felt himself blush again.  He squirmed in his seat, wishing
they would talk about something else.
   "Okay, okay," Louanne said, laughing.  "I'll drop the topic.  But
only if you'll answer my question.  How did you learn to use your mouth
like that?"
   "I didn't do anything special," Thomas protested.
   "Bullshit.  Debbie doesn't go ape-shit like she's over you, unless
the guy is really exceptional."
   "No, really I mean it.  I just did what she told me."
   "Yeah right.  Like that was the first time you did anything like
that."
   "It was!  I never went out with a girl before that night.  I never
even kissed a girl before Debbie.  And I really didn't do anything
special.  I only did what she told me to do.  And what I thought I
should do."
   Louanne looked at him skeptically.  "You're not serious, are you? 
You don't expect me to believe I was watching your first time doing it,
do you?"
   "No, when you saw us, it wasn't the first time."
   "I thought so," Louanne said.
   Thomas added, "It was the fourth time.  We did it twice the night
before and once before you saw us.  But before that, I never did
anything like that."
   Louanne sat looking at him with stunned look on her face.  Thomas
felt a strange sense of satisfaction at her reaction.  He got up and
went back to where they had been studying.
   "We better hit the books again.  I have to leave at nine."
   Louanne took a moment to answer.  She was having a hard time sorting
out her thoughts.  He seemed to be telling the truth about Debbie being
the first girl he was ever with.
   But she remembered how cocky he was, parading around naked.  Cocky
was the right word all right, she thought, as she also remembered what
his shaft had felt like in her hand.  It was her turn to blush.
   "Are you gonna sit there all night?  Or are you coming?" he asked.
   "Not yet," she giggled.
   Thomas gave her a questioning look.
   "But soon, I hope.  If Rodger can learn as quick as you."
   Louanne grabbed another cookie and reluctantly went back to the
books.  Watching her reading, Thomas wondered if he'd ever really
understand girls.  He had to admit they were fun to be with sometimes. 
But they did and said the strangest things?


 -- 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."