Chapter Twelve

Louanne hung around Debbie's house until after lunch. She had called home several times that morning. But her step-mother hadn't been home. Debbie was starting to get on her nerves with all this talk about love.

She tried her house again. Her step-mother answered this time.

"Are you okay, Louanne? I was concerned when I couldn't reach you last night."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't feel like staying there alone last night. So I came over here. But I'll be home in a few minutes. Just have to say goodbye, and thanks to Debbie and her dad."

"Okay. And thank them for me too. Maybe the next time I go away, you can stay there again. I'm not really happy about you staying here alone. Anyhow, we can talk about that when you get home. See you soon, sweet heart."

Louanne hung up and started packing her bag. Debbie offered to walk her home.

"I'll be okay by myself," Louanne said. All she wanted was to be alone. She had a lot of thinking to do. Before Debbie could protest, she added, "Really. I'm alright. I really appreciate you being there for me last night. But after our talk, I'm not as frightened any more. Just confused. I need some time to think."

Thanking Debbie and her dad, she hurried home. Coming around the corner, she checked to make sure Rodger wasn't waiting for her. She breathed a sigh of relief once she saw he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Running into the house, she quickly closed the door. She was trembling with fright.

"Is that you, Louanne?" her step-mother called from the kitchen. "I've just fixed something to eat, if you want some."

Louanne left her bag by the front door and went to the kitchen.

"My god, Honey, are you okay? You look so pale."

"I'm not feeling too good. Must have been something I ate, I guess," Louanne answered.

"You have to be more careful, sweet heart. You know how delicate your stomach is. Maybe you should go lie down for awhile. Can I get you something?"

"No, I'll be okay. But I think I will lie down. If anyone calls, tell them I'm not feeling well, will you? Tell them I'll see them at school tomorrow."

"Sure sweet heart. You go lie down. And don't worry, I won't let anything disturb you."

Louanne spent the entire day in her room. She worried about how she was going to handle Rodger. Was she wrong about him? Was she, like Debbie suggested, making too much out of what happened? Or was she right to think he was crazy, even dangerous?

Rodger phoned Louanne that afternoon. Her step-mother told him Lou wasn't feeling very well. He said he was sorry to hear that, and hoped she would be feeling better soon. When he hung up the phone, he wondered if Lou had mentioned what happened to her step-mother.

Naw, she wouldn't do that. She knew what would happen if she did. Well, he'd see her at school tomorrow. She really didn't matter any more.

No, he had already decided he would dump her. Actually he had a plan. He would first find a way to get Debbie. And then when Lou begged him to take her back, he'd have some fun with her, and then dump her.

He imagined Lou begging. He'd be generous at first. He'd let her give him a blowjob. Let her think she had a chance. Afterwards though, he would have to admit that he liked Debbie better.

She'd beg to be given another chance. He'd appear undecided. She'd plead with him, ask what she could do to prove her love. He'd offer her a carrot. Fuck him, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't dump her.

He was certain she'd jump at the chance. Hell, what girl wouldn't? Wasn't he the most popular guy at school? There was no way she could refuse.

And afterwards? Well, if she was really good, maybe he'd keep her around a bit. He wondered if he could handle both Debbie and Lou at the same time? Why not? He was more than one girl could handle anyways.

He was too good for just one bitch. He had a duty to spread the wealth. And he thought, wouldn't it be something to have two of them at once? He fantasized what it would be like.

Imagine, he thought, having Lou suck his cock while he sucked Debbie's tits. Or watching them do a sixty-nine. Or even better, fucking one of them in ass, while she eat out the other.

And when they were bad? Well, he'd just have to slap them around a bit, wouldn't he? Yeah, he thought. This is gonna be fun.

Thomas spent the day studying. He wished he could see Debbie. But he knew he'd have trouble explaining to his mother why. And besides, Debbie was still grounded. He thought of them being together the day before.

He knew he really loved her. There was no doubt in his mind. And he meant it when he said he didn't care whether they fooled around again. Though he hoped Debbie wouldn't take him up on that part.

Thinking of what he and Debbie had done, reminded him of Rodger and Louanne. He felt ashamed he had run out on her. He should have done something. It wasn't right for Rodger to have treated her like that.

He wished he didn't have to tutor her tomorrow. How was he going to explain why he hadn't done anything? He wasn't even sure why himself.

Debbie called to check on Louanne after supper. She was told that Louanne wasn't feeling well and couldn't be disturbed. Debbie wondered if she should mention how upset Lou had been the night before, but decided not to. Saying she'd see Lou at school the next day, she hung up.

Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Lou and Rodger. Debbie was sure Lou was wrong. Rodger was a really cool guy. If she wasn't already going with Tommy, she'd jump at the chance to go out with him.

If Lou would only do a bit more, take care of his needs a bit more. Stop being so stubborn about certain things. Shit, all you needed to do was let the guy play with your tits a bit. Maybe suck him off every once in a while, and he was happy. And if he did the same to you, hell, what more could you ask for?

"Like Tommy. God, I miss him," she thought. Her hand move to her vagina as she recalled what it felt like with him between her legs. With her fingers imitating his tongue licking her clit, she quickly brought herself to orgasm. Not totally satisfied, she continued to masturbate until she came a second time.

"God, that felt good," she thought. "Almost as good as when Tommy does me." She tried to imagine what it felt like with a hard cock. She had been surprised at how upset Tommy was when she suggested they fuck.

And while she was still a virgin, she didn't intend for that to be forever. If it felt that good with only a guy's tongue, imagine what it would be like with the real thing. Her hand again played with her now wet vagina.

Her finger slipped into the hot opening as she played with her erect nipples. She imagined Tommy above her, his hard cock burying itself deep in her burning cunt. His mouth at her breast, gently sucking. His tongue torturing her nipples until she begged him to hurry up.

But he wasn't yet ready. His hand kneaded her breasts as his mouth sucked harder. Debbie moaned softly as her hand enacted her mental image. He slowly moved in and out of her hot box, taking long deep strokes. Debbie' hips lifted from the bed in an attempt to capture her teasing finger.

As her phantom lover urgently increased his movement, so too did her hands. Her finger, now glistening with her wetness, concentrated on her burning clit. She felt the heat build between her legs and knew that she was almost there.

She spread her legs wider to take him more fully. "Fuck me lover. Yes, fuck me," her mind screamed. Both hands were now at her cunt. One hand moving rapidly in and out, while the other rubbed her clit furiously. She buried her face into the pillow to stifle her moans.

Finally as her imaginary Tommy shuddered in climax, she too came. She lay there gently rubbing her sopping wet cunt, fully spent. "God, Tommy, that was good," she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Debbie waited outside her house for Louanne. When she saw her turn the corner, Debbie hurried to greet her.

"Are you okay? I was worried when your step-mom said you weren't feeling well yesterday."

"I'm okay. Just a little stomach ache, I guess."

"Well, I'm glad about that. I thought you might have still been upset about Rodger."

"If she only knew how close to the truth she was," thought Louanne. "No. I just wasn't feeling too good."

"Well, that's good. I wonder if we'll see Tommy on the way, this morning? I can't wait to tell him what we did last night."

"Last night?" asked Louanne.

"Yeah, last night. Boy, was it good too."

"But I thought you were grounded?"

"I am. It was just a little fantasy. We weren't really together."

"And why do I think it was about sex. I don't know about you any more, Debbie."

"Like you never did the same thing? What about the time when you . . ."

"Okay. Okay, I give up," Louanne said, laughing. "And what was this big fantasy?"

"We fucked."

"God no. You don't intend to really do that, do you? How could you? It isn't right."

"What do you mean it ain't right. Didn't you and Gary do it, before he left? Why is it right for you, and not for me?"

"You don't understand. Gary and I only did it that once. I was really upset he was moving away. I wanted to give him something to remember me by. I loved him."

"And I don't love Tommy? I don't want to do it just once. I don't want to wait until he leaves, or something. I want to do it with him always."

"Yeah, but you two only just met. Why don't you wait a bit. Make sure he really loves you."

"Hey, I'm not the one who's having trouble with her boyfriend. You're a good one to be telling me how to handle them. Maybe if you and Rodger had been doing it, you wouldn't be having problems now."

"You don't know what you're talking about. You just don't do things like that."

"You did it with Gary because you loved him, didn't you?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"Never mind the buts. And you love Rodger, don't you?"

"I don't know any more. That's the problem. I just don't know."

"I don't understand you at all, Lou. You're going out with the most popular guy at school. And a real hunk too. If you weren't already going out with him, and I wasn't in love with Tommy, I'd kill to get a chance at Rodger. And I can tell you, he wouldn't have to force me to do anything."

"You're right, you don't understand," Louanne said. "What you don't understand is that there is more to a relationship than just sex."

"Well, maybe there is, and maybe there ain't. All I know is without it, there ain't much of a relationship."

"God, you're frustrating," Louanne exclaimed.

"I don't know. Seems to me, you're the frustrated one. Probably not enough sex," Debbie teased.

They had arrived at school. As Louanne was about to answer Debbie's taunt, she saw Rodger waiting at the entrance.

"Debbie, please don't leave me alone with him," Louanne pleaded as Rodger approached them.

"Hi Debbie, Lou. Can I have a word with you alone, Lou?"

"I'd rather Debbie stayed. What do you want?"

Rodger appeared uncomfortable with Debbie listening. "Well, I . . . er . . ."

"Look Rodge, can't this wait 'til later? I don't want to be late for class." Louanne moved away from him.

"Please Lou. Just give me a minute. Look, I'm real sorry about Friday and Saturday. I acted like a real jackass. And I don't blame you if you never talk to me again. I can't explain why I did what I did. All I know is that I was wrong. I'd like to make it up to you, somehow."

Debbie grabbed Louanne's arm and whispered in her ear, "Shit, he practically begging for a second chance. You have to give it to him. Don't blow it now."

Louanne pushed Debbie away. Turning back to Rodger, she said, "You bastard! You think just because you tell me how sorry you are, that's gonna make everything okay?"

"No I don't. I don't know what it will take. And I'd understand if you never saw me again. But I really love you. And somehow, I'm gonna show you just how much. Somehow I'll prove to you just how sorry I am."

The look of hurt in his eyes struck at her heart. She wanted to reach out and hold him close. But then the memory of the hurt and humilation he had put her through surfaced. "No!" her mind screamed as she turned her back on him, and hurried into the school.

Debbie started to follow Louanne.

"Wait Debbie, please," Rodger pleaded. "I need your help."

"I'll be late for class," she said. Seeing the look on his face caused her to add, "But we'll talk about it later. At lunchtime, okay?"

"Thanks Debbie. Thanks a lot," Rodger called to her as she hurried to class.

Walking into school, Rodger couldn't help a smug little smile. He looked around quickly to make such no one had noticed. "This is going to be too easy," he thought.

Later that morning, while they were in the locker room getting ready for gym class, Rodger said to Dale, "I think it's about time we got you laid."

"Say what?" asked Dale, not quite sure he had heard Rodger correctly.

"Laid. You know, laid as in fucked."

"You shittin' me? When? Who?"

"When? This week I hope. Who? Well that's a secret for now. I still have a few details to work out. But you can bet your balls that by the weekend, you ain't gonna be a virgin no more."

"Comon, Rodge. Don't keep me hanging like this. Who? I wanna know who."

"What does it matter who? A cunt's a cunt, right? Hey, don't worry. She'll be worth it. Hell, I wouldn't pick no dog, if that's what you're worrying about. I only party with the best, right?"

"You're gonna be there, too?"

"Fuck yes. We gonna have us a real gang bang. Just you, me and a real horny pussy. Just think, everything you ever dreamed of doing with a girl. Everything you ever wanted some cunt to do to you."

"You're not bullshitting me, are you?" asked Dale, still not quite believing Rodger.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just be ready when I say so. Comon. We better get moving."

Thomas had been in the next row of lockers from Rodger and Dale. He was still pissed off at himself for sleeping in this morning. He really had wanted to walk Debbie to school. But she had already left by the time he went by her house.

He had only heard part of the conversation between Dale and Rodger. But he had heard enough to understand what they were talking about. He wondered who the girl was.

Tommy had known Rodger for a long time. It always amazed him how Rodger seemed to have girls hanging all over him all the time. Rodger use to go out with a different girl almost every week. There were times when he went out with two or three of them at the same time.

But three months ago, Rodger started going out with Louanne. He stopped seeing anyone but her. Listening to him this morning though, it looked like that was over.

Thomas wondered if Louanne knew. She seemed like a really nice girl, too. He hoped she wouldn't be too hurt when she found out. Thomas wondered if what happened at Dale's was the reason Rodger was thinking of seeing someone else.

He thought of how willingly Debbie was for him. And how Louanne had tried to refuse to do the same thing for Rodger. He knew he was pretty lucky to be going out with Debbie. He wished lunchtime would hurry up. He wasn't certain he could wait until then to see her.

Chapter Fourteen

Once the lunch bell rang, Thomas hurried to the cafeteria. Debbie was waiting for him.

"Where were you this morning?" she asked.

"I kinda slept in. By the time I got to your house, you must have left already. I'm sorry."

"You are gonna walk me home, ain't you?"

"Sure. I intended to. And I promise I won't oversleep tomorrow too."

"Okay. You wanna go out to the bleachers?" Debbie asked with a grin.

"You know Debbie, I was kinda thinking about that. We shouldn't do stuff like that."

"You don't like what we did? Could have fooled me."

"No, that's not what I mean. I just mean we shouldn't do it unless we're alone. You know, like at Louanne's place, or our special place."

"Oh, you remembered the place in the park. I'm allowed back out wednesday night. Wanna pay it a visit?"

"Sure. I'd like that. I should be finished at Louanne's around nine. Damn, Mom would want to know why I was out after that."

"Shit, I forgot about that. My dad would get real upset too, if I was out that late, unless there was something special going on."

"Well, maybe we could go to a movie Friday night. And then afterwards we could . . ."

"But I don't want to wait until Friday," Debbie said with a pout.

"We could cut school if you want," Thomas suggested, surprising himself.

"Naw, that wouldn't work either. I don't think Lou's mom is going away this week. And there'd be too many people around for us to duck into the park."

"Well, if you really want, we could go out to the bleachers," Thomas offered, hoping she wouldn't.

"Oh Tommy, you're so sweet. But you're right. We shouldn't risk getting caught. Now that I got you, I don't want anything to come between us. I guess we'll just have to wait until Friday."

"I'm sorry, Debbie. I wish I could think of something else. I should never have agreed to tutor Louanne."

"It's not your fault. And just think. All this waiting will just make it that much better. And don't you dare suggest that you shouldn't tutor Lou. She needs the help. Just make sure you two don't do anything else but study history."

"I wouldn't do anything like that," Thomas said, hurt that Debbie would suggest that he would.

"I'm only teasing you, Tommy. I know you wouldn't. And I trust Louanne too. Even if she is having boyfriend trouble."

Before Thomas could ask her what she meant, Rodger approached them.

"Hi Tom. Debbie, can we talk for a minute?" Glancing at Thomas, he added, "Alone?"

"We'll only be a couple of minutes. You don't mind, Tommy?" Debbie said as she and Rodger walked a few feet away.

Thomas, leaving the two of them alone, walked over to the playing field.

"I appreciate this," Rodger said to Debbie once they were alone. "I need your help. You're Lou's best friend, and I don't know who else to turn to."

Debbie again saw the pain in his face. "Lou has to be crazy to give this guy up," she thought.

"I did something very foolish on the weekend and . . ."

"Look Rodge, Lou told me most of it. I agree you should be ashamed of what you did. But you have to let her have some time to sort things out. Maybe you still have a chance, and maybe you don't. But this is not the place for us to discuss it. Besides, with Tommy tutoring Lou, this is the only time I get to spend with him."

"Can you meet me after school this afternoon?" he asked.

"I don't know. I have things to do. And I don't think we want Lou to know about this just yet, do you?"

"Too easy," he thought. "Well maybe you're right. If you think we should keep this a secret?"

"Look, I'll be doing some shopping around five. Can you meet me at Randall's Market around then?"

"Sure, no sweat. I really appreciate this, Debbie. Someday, you'll realize just how much."

"I'm not doing this for you. It's Lou I'm thinking about. But okay. I'll see you then. And I don't think Lou should know about it just yet. Or Tommy, for that matter," she added, suddenly worried about how he'd react if he found out she was meeting Rodger like that.

"Thanks Debbie. I guess I've taken up enough of your time. I'll see you later."

Debbie said goodbye and went looking for Thomas. Rodger watched her go. All the time he was talking to her, he kept seeing her beneath him, her big tits wrapped around his hard cock.

"You're gonna realize just how much I appreciate you, you slut. And much sooner than you think," he thought. "And once I've got my cock jammed in your wet cunt up to your tonsils, you'll learn to appreciate me, too. But not tonight," he conceded. "I've got to get you alone somewhere. Some place where there won't be any people around. Somewhere quiet and isolated."

The old Bartlett place. Yeah, that would do. The shed in back was just the place. He had used it before. Far from the road, and no other houses nearby. He had better go check it out tonight, and make sure it was still okay.

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.

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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."

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Chapter Twenty

Thomas walked the two girls to school. Debbie asked how the tutoring went. Louanne answered it was harder than she thought it would be. Debbie said she and Tommy were going to a movie Friday night, and wondered if Lou and Rodge wanted to go too.

"I dunno," Louanne replied.

"Hey, comon," Debbie said. "You have to give the guy another chance, sometime. And by Friday, everything will be okay again anyways."

"I wish I felt that certain," Louanne said. "We haven't even talked since Saturday."

"That's not true. He tried to talk to you yesterday. How is he gonna beg you to take him back, if you don't give him the chance."

"Is that what you two talked about yesterday?" Louanne asked.

"Doesn't matter what we talked about. What matters is what you're gonna do. Either give him another chance, or break it off. Personally, I think you'd be making a big mistake, if you don't make up with him."

"Make up with him? After what he did? You got to be kidding."

"Aw, comon, Lou. I know you won't tell me exactly what happened. But it couldn't have been that bad. Comon, Rodge is so cool. No way he could have done anything that bad."

"How can you assume that, if you don't know what happened?" Thomas asked Debbie.

"Hey comon. Don't you start ganging up on the poor guy, too. How do you know he did something that bad? Were you there?"

"Well, no. But if Louanne says he did, why don't you believe her?"

"I ain't doubting her. Really, Lou, I ain't. It's just I know you. And I know you kinda think some things are worse than they really are."

"I give up," Louanne said. "You always bring everything back to sex."

"I do not!" Debbie protested.

"You damn well do to," Louanne snapped back. "Someday, you'll learn there is more to a relationship than just making out. If he really loved me, he wouldn't ask me to do stuff that I don't like to do."

"Well, maybe the real problem is you don't love him. Cause if you did, you'd want to do stuff like that. Want to show him just how much you really care about him," Debbie argued.

"Shit, have you and Rodger been practising your speeches together, or something? Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I would do some stuff for him I wouldn't normally do."

"But it's a two way street. If he really loved me, he would understand there are things I don't like. Or times when I'm not in the mood. What do you think, Tommy?" Louanne asked.

"Well, I dunno," Thomas said.

"Comon, Tommy. Louanne is looking for another guy's opinion. Is she wrong? Or am I?" Debbie demanded.

"I don't think either of you are wrong," he answered evasively.

"Shit! Comon, Goody-two-shoes, tell us what you really think," Debbie taunted.

"Well, I . . . er . . . I don't know. Lou's right to expect not to be forced to do things she doesn't want. But you're right when you say a person wants to do stuff for the person he loves. But no one should force another person to do stuff they don't want to do."

"Like you never have?" Debbie asked.

"Of course not!" he said. "I'd never do that."

"Oh yeah? What about me and Saturday?"

"I never forced you to do any of that stuff on Saturday."

"You damn well did too. Don't you remember what happened when I came back downstairs after talking to my dad?"

"What? We fooled around a bit more. But that was all. I didn't force you to do anything."

"Yes you did. I wanted to get home before I got into trouble. And you wouldn't let me go. Instead, you ignored what I wanted and did what you wanted."

"But I thought you liked it. You didn't stop me."

"And the worse part was you didn't even do it for me," Debbie said accusingly.

"But I did. I wanted to make you . . . er . . . you know."

"No you didn't. You did it because you knew I couldn't refuse. Knew I wouldn't refuse you anything. Not after what we had done and said."

"But I did do it for you. Why else would I do it?"

"To show off. You think I didn't know what was going on? You were just using me to see if you could get Louanne turned on too. I'm not that stupid."

Thomas reddened. He had been trying to see how Louanne would react. But he hadn't meant to do something wrong. And he never meant to force Debbie to do something she hadn't wanted to do.

"I'm sorry, Debbie. Really I am. I didn't mean to . . ."

"If you knew what he was doing, why did you let him?" asked Louanne.

"What was I going to do? Make a big scene? But like I said, I couldn't very well refuse him after what we had already done. And besides, I knew you were watching. I thought it might do you good to see what it was like."

"You knew she was watching?" Thomas asked.

"Sure. And we were getting to her too," Debbie laughed. "At one point, I thought she was gonna join us. Instead, she chickened out and ran upstairs."

Turning to Louanne, Debbie added, "I thought maybe you went upstairs to play with yourself."

"I did no such thing. I simply went upstairs to get your stuff. I figured someone had to do it since you had other things on your mind at the time."

"Bullshit! You could hardly take your eyes off of us. Comon, admit it. It turned you on, didn't it?" Debbie continued to tease. "Maybe you'd like me to loan you Tommy for a while. You'd find out what you're missing real quick like."

Both Louanne and Tommy started to protest. Debbie laughed and ran on ahead.

Louanne and Tommy looked at one another, embarrassed. Tommy started to say something.

"Look, I don't care what she says," Louanne blurted out. "It wasn't like that at all. You've got to believe me."

"It's okay. She's only teasing. I know you'd never do anything like that," Thomas replied. "I guess I'm the guilty one. I was kinda showing off. I know I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."

Debbie called to them, "Are you two coming? Or, are you planning on skipping school today? I'm sure Tommy would be glad to show you what it's all about, if you want, Lou?"

Louanne and Tommy caught up to Debbie. She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face.

"I don't think it's all that funny," Louanne said.

"Nor do I," added Thomas.

"Oh, comon, you two," Debbie said, still laughing. "I was only kidding. Besides Lou, you'll have all you can handle with Rodger. Once you show him what to do."

"Fat chance with that. He's not even waiting for me this morning," Louanne said, as they approached the school.

"After the way you treated him yesterday, what do you expect?" Debbie asked. "Maybe now you'll listen to me when I say you have to let him know you're still interested. We'll probably see him at lunchtime anyways."

Debbie and Thomas headed into the building. Louanne hung back for a moment. Looking around and feeling disappointed, she wondered where Rodger was.

Chapter Twenty-One

"Look, never mind who she is," Rodger said to Dale. "I'll tell you tonight. Just make sure you're there no later than 6:30."

"Yes, but Rodge, I don't think I could just fuck anyone. I kinda need to know them, know what they're like."

"Bullshit. How the fuck would you know. Shit, you ain't even had a girl give you a decent blowjob. You'd fuck anything that wore a skirt, and beg for a second chance."

"I dunno, Rodge. She could have a disease or something. I don't want to take any chances."

"Look, do you want to lose your cherry or not? I'm trying to do you a favor. But if you ain't interested?"

"No! I'm interested. I just wanted to know who she was, that's all. She'll really take care of both of us, tonight? Suck us off and everything?"

"Don't worry about that. She'll do anything I want, and then some. And you ain't gotta worry about catching anything. She's clean, I'm sure of it."

"Well, if you say so. But I still don't understand why you won't tell me who she is? Is it Ellen? Or maybe Carol?"

"If you don't stop this shit, you'll end up fucking your hand again. I'll tell you who she is tonight. Now remember what I said about when and where? And what you're to do."

"Yeah sure. I meet you at the shed, in back of the Bartlet place, at 6:30. I'm to hide in the shed and not to make a sound, or show myself until you give me the signal. Right?"

"Right. Now don't say a word to anyone about this. Don't want someone else trying to horn in on our actions, do we?"

"Of course not. But I don't understand why I have to hide."

"Like I said before, she hasn't agreed to do us both. Just me. But I know once she gets hot, she'll want to party. And if she doesn't, we'll just have to persuade her a bit."

"Persuade her? You ain't gonna do anything of that rough shit again, are you? The last time you pulled that crap, you almost got busted. I don't want any part of that stuff."

"This time it'll be different. Trust me. This slut likes it rough. It makes her real hot. And the hotter she is, the more she'll want to make sure we're both taken care of. Just think, everything you ever wanted a girl to do to you, or you wanted to do to her."

"Hell, I'll be happy if she just sucks me off. And of course I wanna get laid, too."

Rodger chuckled. "You're too easy to please. But just watch me and you'll learn everything else there is to know. Now remember, not a word to anyone."

"Sure Rodge. You know me. I'd never say anything. Shit, don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day, though. I've already got a hard-on that won't quit."

They hurried to school, each lost in his own little fantasy of what was going to happen that night.

Debbie ran into Rodger between classes. As this was one of the few times she and Louanne didn't go to the same class, she knew it was no accident.

"Hi," Rodger said as he started walking beside her.

"Hi. I was wondering when you would see me today?" Debbie said.

"Well, I didn't want anyone to get any ideas, like you said last night. So I decided this would be the best way. I found a place we could go to tonight. You know the old Bartlet place?"

"Yeah sure. Is that where you want to meet?"

"Yeah. Well kinda. I thought we could meet at the old shed behind the place. That is, if you still want to meet?"

"Of course I do. Why would you think I wouldn't?"

"Well, after the way I acted yesterday, I could understand if you didn't. I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."

"Hey, that's okay. And the old shed is okay, too. You said seven?"

"Yeah, seven. And Debbie, I really appreciate this."

"If you really want to show me how much you appreciate it, you had better start letting Louanne know how much she means to you. I think you should try and see her during lunch, don't you?"

"I will. I was intending to anyways. I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go to a movie or something, Friday night."

"Hey, that's a good idea. You two can double with Tommy and me. That way, she won't feel threatened or anything like that."

"That sounds great. I'll let you know how I make out tonight when we meet. I'll see you then, okay?"

"Sounds good to me. But don't forget to bring your learning cap. You have a few things to learn tonight."

"Oh, I will, you can count on it," Rodger said. He watched her walk to her class. As she disappeared into the room, he thought, "And I have a few things to teach you too, you fucking slut."

Thomas met Debbie and Louanne at lunchtime. They headed out to the playing field to watch the practice game. Before they got to the field, Rodger met them.

"Lou, can I speak to you for a moment," he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "I was going to watch the game."

"I won't take long, I promise. I just need to talk to you," Rodger pleaded.

"Go on. Either give him a second chance, or tell him goodbye. You can't keep him hanging like that forever," Debbie whispered in her ear.

"Well, I guess it would be okay," Louanne said.

"We'll see you later," Debbie said as she pulled Thomas away from them.

Louanne was about to call them back. She didn't really feel comfortable being alone with Rodger.

"She'd make a good matchmaker, don't you think?" Rodger asked, breaking the silence between them.

"She seems to think so," Louanne replied. "She thinks I'm making a big mistake by not forgiving you."

"Well she's wrong there," Rodger said quickly. "You probably shouldn't forgive me. Least ways, not yet. But I would appreciate it if you'd give me a chance to try to make up. What I did was unforgivable, I know."

"If you know that, why do you keep asking me for another chance?" Louanne demanded, feeling angry.

"Look, I know what I did was terrible, unforgivable. But I also know I can't live without you. I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I can think of is you. I'll do whatever you ask. You want me to . . . er . . . you know, do you? I'll do it. Nothing else. You don't have to do anything in return."

"I won't touch you anywhere you don't tell me to do. If you don't want to do anything, that's okay too. All I want to be is close to you. I love you, Lou. Any way you want it, is all I ask. Please, just give me second chance. Please, Lou?"

Louanne had never seen Rodger this upset before. She was sure he'd start crying in another minute. The pain, so clearly visible on his face, shot right through her heart. She had a powerful urge to reach out and hold him tightly in her arms.

"I don't know Rodger," she said with some difficultly. "You really frightened me. I'm afraid of you now."

"Maybe we need to go slow," Rodger suggested. "Maybe we could start over again. What if we kinda double dated or something. You wouldn't have to be alone with me."

"Well maybe. Debbie and Tommy are going to the movies Friday night," she offered.

"You think they'd mind if we tagged along?" he asked. "I'd walk you home after, if you wanted. And I promise no funny stuff afterwards, not even a good night kiss, unless you wanted to."

"I don't know," Louanne said feeling confused. Her heart wanted him so bad. She wished they were alone so she could just hold him in her arms. But her brain screamed a warning, frightened of what might happen if they were alone again. "I need some time to think about it," she said softly.

"Take all the time you need, Lou. I don't want you to feel rushed, under pressure. I know I've lost your trust. And I'm really scared I might never win it back. But you have to believe me when I say I love you. Well actually you don't. But I'm begging you to at least give me another chance."

With that, Rodger dropped to his knees in front of her, and said, "Please Lou? Just one chance?"

Louanne was horrified by what he was doing. People were staring at them. "Get up from there this instance. My God, Rodger, what do you think you're doing? You're embarrassing me. Stop that. Please Rodger, don't"

He slowly got up off his knees. She thought how he looked like a lost puppy. She wanted to say yes. Yes, they could go out Friday night. Yes, she still loved him. But she still had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A feeling which suggested caution.

"I promise I'll think about it, Rodger. Right now, that's all I can promise," she said with mixed feelings.

"I understand. You have to sort out your feelings about me. Decide which is stronger, your love for me, or your fear of me. I guess asking to walk you home after school wouldn't be such a good idea right now?"

"No, I don't think it would. But I will make a promise to let you know about Friday night, tomorrow."

"No!" he protested. "That's too soon. Wait until Friday. Tell you what. If you decide yes, wait for me in front of the cafeteria. If I don't see you waiting there, I'll know you decided not to give me another chance. I'll know I screwed everything up. That way, you won't have to face me if the answer is no. And I'll know it's over between us."

"Lou, you have to believe me. If you decide to dump me, I'll understand. No hard feelings, no scenes in public. I'll accept your decision, whatever it is, without an argument. I promise you that."

"But if there is even the tiniest spark of love left in your heart for me, I pray that somehow I can learn to fan it into a blaze. A blaze so strong, that the two of us will forever be bound by the heat of it's love. Goodbye Lou. My heart is in your hands now. Do with it what you will."

Rodger turned slowly and walked away, leaving her standing there. Her heart felt as if it would explode. She felt her breath catch in her throat as a sob came out of no where.

"Oh God, I do love you, Rodger," she cried inwardly. "I don't want to live without you either. Maybe Debbie was right. I guess I have been over reacting. All I want is for you to hold me."

"I don't care if you won't do stuff to me. And I don't really care if you expect me to do stuff either. Just as long as we can be together. Just as long as we love one another. Nothing else really matters."

Louanne suddenly realized if she didn't do something, she would start crying. Rubbing her watery eyes, she went looking for Debbie and Tommy.

Debbie was trying to explain things to Tommy. "You don't understand. Rodger has really changed. He's really sorry about what he did to Lou. And he really wants a chance to show Lou he's changed. She's got to give him that chance. For her own sake, she has to."

"I don't know," he replied. "I heard him telling Dale how they were gonna mess around with some girl. That doesn't sound like a guy upset about losing his girl to me."

"Sure it is. He was just trying to bury his pain. Besides, he has needs too, you know."

"Only animals give in to their needs like that," Thomas replied, disgusted.

"Oh, you've never tried to imagine what it would be like with certain girl? You've never wanted to fool around with someone?"

"Okay, maybe I have. But not any more. I love you. And I don't need anyone else now," he said, hoping to get her to change the topic.

"Bullshit. Tell me you haven't imagined what it would be like with Louanne. Tell me you weren't thinking about her that time at her place."

"I didn't, really. Okay, maybe I teased her a little. But I wasn't thinking about what it would be like with her. I don't want anyone but you.

Thomas reddened as he remembered how he had compared the two girls, that day in class.

Taking his hand, and holding it tightly, she said, "Hey, it's okay. It's only human to think about stuff like that. And besides, I don't mind if you did. I know as long as I keep you happy, you won't leave me."

"And even if you did, I know you'd come back to me. Because I'll make sure you get whatever you want from me. Remember that. Whatever you want. Wherever and whenever you want it."

She pulled him to her and kissed him. Her hand reached for his crotch and she squeezed his penis.

"Besides, we both know she'd never suck you off like I do. Want me to do you now? We could sneak under the bleachers, right now, if you want?" She gave his penis another squeeze.

"No! Don't! Please Debbie, not here."

"Comon," she offered, "Let's check out the bleachers. I've got a terrible urge to taste you again. You don't have to go anywhere else to get what I have in mind."

Debbie gave his now hardening shaft one more squeeze, and started to pull him toward the bleachers.

"Please Debbie. Not now. Not here. I don't really want to," he protested.

"Hey, where are you two headed?" Louanne said as she approached them.

"Er . . we're were just going to head back inside," Thomas said, feeling relieved.

"Like hell we were," Debbie said, disappointedly.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Louanne said seeing the look on Debbie's face.

"No! No, you're not interrupting anything," Thomas said, a bit too quickly.

"You sure did," Debbie countered. "But I guess it's too late now anyways. By the way, how'd you make out with Rodger? You two decide to give it another try?"

"Well, I think so," Louanne answered. "He asked if I'd go to the movies with him Friday. Kind of a double date with you two."

"And did you say yes?" Debbie asked.

"I told him I needed sometime to think about it. We agreed I'd let him know Friday during school."

"But you're gonna say yes, ain't you?"

"I think so. I really don't know any more. When he first started talking to me, I'd have said no. But when he left, I had all I could do to keep from shouting yes. And now that I've had some time to think about it, I'm not so sure. Oh Debbie, I feel all confused."

"Well it won't hurt to keep him hanging a bit. And you should go out with him again. Just to see what you feel like when you two are alone."

"And to see how he behaves when you're alone with him. Worse comes to worse, Tommy and I can walk you home after the movie. So you really have nothing to lose."

"I hope you're right. I hope I'm not making a big mistake," Louanne said just as the bell rang.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rodger wondered when Dale would show up. He had told the idiot to be here at 6:30. It was now almost 6:40 and still no sign of the bastard. As he turned to head back inside the shed, he saw Dale running up the path.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded as Dale nearly collided into him.

"I'm sorry, Rodge. I got stuck cleaning up after supper. I got here as fast as I could. Is she here yet? I'm not too late, am I?"

"Get your fucking ass inside there. Shit, if she shows and sees you, everything will be ruined. I'm having second thoughts about you being here at all, now."

"Ah comon, Rodge. I said I was sorry. Besides you promised me I was gonna get laid today. Who is she? If I'm gonna see her soon anyways, you might as well tell me who she is."

Rodger pushed Dale inside the shed. He led him over to where several large boxes were stacked next to a work table. He shoved him roughly behind the boxes.

"Now get down there. I don't want to see or hear you. If you fuck this up, I swear I'll beat the fucking shit out of you. You understand?"

"Hey! That hurt," Dale complained, as he rubbed his leg where it had banged into the table. "You don't have to do that shit. Don't worry, I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm here. But comon, Rodge, who's the girl? I wanna know who she is?"

"Debbie," Rodger answered, glancing nervously at the open door.

"No shit? Debbie? God, you think she'll suck us off? Betcha if she does, she'll swallow it."

"Sure," Rodger said. "We already know she loves to swallow the shit. But blowjobs ain't the only things she'll do."

"I hope not. I've dreamed about fucking those big tits of her's. Thinks she'll do that too? Do you, Rodge?"

"Why would you want to fuck her tits, when you could be fucking her cunt? You're here to get laid, ain't you?"

"Well . . . sure, I guess. It's just that I've always wanted to lose myself in those tits. God, they're so big. Sandy's are so small. Hell, I almost have bigger tits than she has. But Debbie. Now she' got a pair I could party with forever."

"You'll get to do all of that, tonight. That's if you don't fuck things up. Now get down there, and make sure you ain't seen. She should be coming almost any minute now."

"Okay, no sweat. Like I said before, you won't even know I'm here. But Rodge? If she's gonna do us both, why do I have to hide? And how will I know when it's time to come out?"

"I'll let you know, don't worry. Debbie doesn't realize she's doing us both, just yet. But don't worry. Once the bitch gets all hot and bothered, she'll beg to take us both on."

"And Dale, just one other thing. She likes it rough sometimes. So if you see us doing stuff, don't worry."

"Stuff? What stuff?" Dale asked, feeling a little unsure.

"You know, stuff. Sometimes she likes being slapped around. Sometimes she likes to pretend she being raped. If that happens, don't worry. Just play along with her, okay?"

"Gee, I don't know, Rodge. It sounds a bit weird to me. Maybe this ain't such a good idea."

"Fuck, don't back out on me now. Look, if you don't want to do anything, just stay hidden. But I think you're a damn fool to pass up this chance. You wanna stay a virgin the rest of your life, that's okay by me. You do what you want, but make sure you don't fuck things up for me."

Dale hid behind the boxes. He wondered what Rodger had gotten him into. He watched as Rodger spread a blanket on the floor near one of the large poles supporting the roof. Rodger sat on the blanket with his back against the pole, facing the door.

Rodger was feeling nervous. What if she doesn't show, he wondered. Or that fucking asshole over there shows his ugly face? He reached in his back pocket for Snake. The cool feel of the handle helped calm his nerves.

She'll show. The fucking cunt can't wait to get fucked. And fucked, she'll get tonight. He absentmindedly rubbed his hardening penis, as he imagined Debbie beneath him. His throbbing cock ramming her wet cunt as she begged him to fuck her faster and harder.

His body tensed as he heard someone outside. Sitting perfectly still, he waited for whoever it was to approach the opened door. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her darkened silhouette framed by the bright sunlight outside.

"Rodge? Rodger? Are you here?" Debbie called in a low voice. She entered, unable to see clearly in the dimness of the shed.

"Rodger? Are you here?" she said, a bit more forcibly.

"Hi Debbie. I'm glad you showed up. I wasn't sure if you would," Rodger said, once she was half way across the room.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, startled by his voice. "I almost didn't see you there. It sure is dark in here."

"You'll get use to it after a few minutes. I can see you without any trouble. It's just when you come in from outside."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can see you a lot better know. Is that a blanket you're sitting on?"

"Yeah, I brought it along in case. I didn't want you getting dirty or anything like that. Besides, the floor is cold. Thought it might be more comfortable this way."

"He so thoughtful," she thought. "If Lou only knew how much she's making a mistake." Debbie sat down opposite Rodger. They sat there, looking at one another, neither sure how to start.

Rodger ran his eyes over her body. He loved the way her big tits strained against her tee shirt. And her tight jeans. "God," he thought, "they're so tight you can almost see her cunt lips."

He felt his now fully erect cock twitch in response, and casually covered his bulge with his hands. For a brief moment, he felt unsure. "Maybe I shouldn't be doing this?" he questioned.

But just then Debbie straighten her shirt. And in doing so, pulled it more tightly across her breasts. Watching the twin globes push even harder against the thin fabric, he involuntarily rubbed his now throbbing shaft.

"Thanks for coming, Debbie," he managed to blurt out. "I dunno though. Maybe after yesterday, we shouldn't meet like this."

"Now don't start that again," she replied. "What happened yesterday was just an accident. We both know it didn't mean anything. And if I'm not upset about it, you shouldn't be either."

"Yeah, but . . ." Rodger protested.

"No buts. Look you need help getting Lou back. And I want to help. So let's forget about yesterday. The only thing that's important is you and Lou. Maybe you thought I was coming on to you yesterday. And maybe I was, a bit. But I don't expect anything for helping you. Really I don't"

"She really wants it," he thought. "If I play my cards right, she'll think it's all her idea. Just be careful and don't fuck things up," he cautioned himself.

"You're really sweet, Debbie. It ain't fair, my taking advantage of you like this. If there was any other way I could get Lou back, I would. I feel terrible about how I treated her."

Debbie saw the pain in his face. She wanted to hold him, and somehow ease the pain.

"Maybe you should tell me what happened?" she asked. "Lou wouldn't tell me all the details."

"Do I have to? I'm not proud of what I did."

"If I'm going to help at all, I need to know what the problem is. I won't judge you. I need to know so, maybe, I can come up with a way to fix things."

He wondered how much to tell her. How would she react if she knew how much he was turned on by treating Louanne like that. Or how she would respond when he did the same thing to her.

"Well, I kinda got a little carried away when we were at Dale's on saturday."

"I know that much. But what did you do to her?"

"Well, I kinda made her do something. Look, Debbie, I really don't want to talk about this. Do we really have to? Can't we just talk about what I have to do to get her back?"

"I know this is painful for you, Rodger. I can tell you're a real sensitive guy. But I need to know what you did and why? If you don't understand why you did what you did, how can you expect to change? How can we plan how you're gonna get her back?"

"Well if I have to. I kinda forced her to go down on me."

"How? And why? Comon Rodge. Stop trying to avoid the issue."

"Damn, you're tough. Okay. I forced her to suck me off. We were necking, and suddenly I had this real big hard on. It felt like I was gonna die if I didn't get off."

"I dunno. But lately Lou doesn't seem to like to do much more than neck. Oh, we've done stuff like that before. But she does it less and less. She obviously doesn't love me like she used to."

"Of course she still loves you," Debbie protested. "But love is a two way street. Maybe she just wants some attention, too. She has needs too. But we'll talk about that later. Right now, finish telling me what you did."

"I tried to get her to rub it. But she wouldn't. But when I felt her hand on me, I guess I kinda went crazy. I grabbed her hand and made her rub it. I tried to get her hot. I started licking and kissing her . . . er . . . breasts. Yeah, her breasts."

"But that didn't seem to work. She kept fighting me. I didn't know what to do. I mean there I was in pain. And she wouldn't do anything. So I kinda forced the issue."

"And how did you do that?

"I don't know why I did what I did. I kind of went crazy. You have to understand, I'm not usually like that. But suddenly all I could think of was my own needs. It was like I was a completely different person."

"You're avoiding the question again," Debbie said. "We can talk about why after. Right know, all I want to know is how. How did you force her?"

"I choked her. I grabbed her throat and made her take out my cock . . . er . . . I mean penis. Then I pushed her face down in my lap and forced my . . . er . . . penis in her mouth."

"I kept squeezing her neck and forced her head up and down on me until I came. And when she tried to get up, I held her down until I was finished. And when she tried to spit it out, I forced her to swallow it."

"How?" Debbie asked, horrified, and yet fascinated by what she was hearing.

"I held her head so she couldn't move. And then I covered her mouth and nose with my hand so she couldn't breathe. She had no choice but to do what I wanted her to do."

"My God, Rodger. No wonder she's scared of you. How could you have done something like that? Why would you have done it? Did it turn you on?"

"That's the part that frightens me. I was kinda turned on watching her. Knowing she was frightened. But that wasn't why I did it."

Debbie shivered, thinking how Louanne must have felt. Not being able to breathe, feeling pain as he squeezed her neck tighter. It must have been awful.

"But why, Rodger? Why would you have done such a terrible thing?"

"You don't understand. If you only knew how she makes me feel when we're together. How much I enjoy it when she does that to me. And it's like, all of a sudden, she won't any more."

"When we were necking, and she refused to touch me there, I dunno, I just saw red. It was like I was losing her. And if I was, I had nothing more to lose. In all the time we went out, she'd never do it, never let me come in her mouth. She'd never swallow it."

"I know this sounds crazy, but getting her to do that became important. I couldn't understand how she could say she loved me, but still refused me that. Shit, other girls do it, why wouldn't she? Like I said, it doesn't really make any sense. But that was how I felt then."

Debbie sat there, stunned. If anyone else had told her what Rodger just admitted to doing, she would have thought they were lying. But she knew Louanne was scared of him. And now she knew why.

"But he seems really sorry," she thought. "And if he'll listen to what I say here, I'm sure he'll change. And if he does what he should to Louanne, she shouldn't mind as much doing what he likes."

"Why did you feel Louanne didn't love you any more?" she asked.

"Like I said, she didn't seem as interested in fooling around like she used to. Hell, when we first started going out together, we would spend hours making out."

"I think it was our fourth date, when Lou first went down on me. It got so that any time we could find a place alone somewhere, she'd do it. But the last month or so, I'd have to beg her to do it."

"Ever think it might have been because she wasn't enjoying it?" Debbie asked. "Maybe she felt you didn't love her?"

"Of course I loved her. I still do. Why would she feel like that?"

"Maybe it was because of stuff you wouldn't do for her. You wanted her to do it to you because it made you feel good. But did you make her feel good in return?"

"I tried. But she never really seemed to enjoy it."

"You tried? How? What exactly did you do?"

"Well I'd kiss and lick her, er, breasts. And sometimes, I'd rub her c. . . her, er . . ."

"Pussy?" Debbie suggested.

"Yeah, her pussy. Anyways, I'd rub it for her. At first, she seemed to like it when I did it. But after awhile, she stopped letting me."

"Did you ever finger-fuck her?"

"Did I what?"

"You know, stick your finger in her pussy. Did you?"

"She let me a couple of times. But she always complained I was hurting her, or I was too rough. The same thing when I tried to play with her breasts. She was always saying I was too rough."

"After a while, I just stopped. She never liked it when I tried to do stuff to her anyway."

"Did you ever try to eat her? You know, just using your mouth and tongue?"

"We did that once. But I felt foolish. And it didn't seem to get her all that excited anyhow."

"How long did you do it?"

"I dunno. I wasn't timing myself," Rodger replied, feeling irritated with all her questions.

"Comon Rodger, think. How long? A minute? Two?"

"I guess about a minute. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"And when someone sucks you off? How long does it take you to cum?"

"How the hell should I know? I don't carry around a stop watch."

"Five minutes? Ten?"

"I guess that sounds like it. It really depends on how excited I am. And how good the girl is."

"Exactly. When you're really turned on, you shoot right off, don't you? But if you ain't, or the girl doesn't know what she's doing, it takes longer, don't it?"

"I guess so. I never thought of it like that before."

"I'm finally getting through to him," she thought. Debbie's hand shot out and grabbed Rodger by the crotch. She squeezed hard.

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing. God you're hurting me. Let go, damn it!"

"Sorry," she said, as she quickly withdrew her hand. "Did that feel good?"

"Are you out of your fucking mind? You nearly tore my fucking balls off, and you ask me if it felt good?"

Debbie again reached out with her hand.

"Get away from me. You're fucking crazy," Rodger said as he tried to move away from her.

"No! Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you this time." Her hand gently touched him. She rubbed the area she had hurt. She caressed and stroked his testicles. "Does that feel better?" she asked.

"Don't. Please Debbie."

"Does it? And when I do this?" She located his shaft and gently squeezed it.

"Please Debbie. If you only knew what you're doing to me."

"But I do. See, when I do this gently, it turns you on. But if I do this." Again she squeezed his testicles.

"Shit! Get the fuck away from me," he screamed as he tried to tear her hands away.

"Don't you see?" she asked. "When I'm gentle, you like it. But if I'm rough, it doesn't turn you on. Just like what you did to Lou."

"You mean, all the time I was trying to get her hot, she was turned off?"

"You got it. And if I did this for a minute or two." Again she caressed his shaft. "And then stopped, how would you feel afterwards?"

"I'd feel good."

"After I stopped? But if I didn't do anything else, would you still feel good?"

"Probably not, I guess."

"And that's how Lou felt after you only ate her for a minute or two. How did you expect her to get excited that way. Besides it takes girls longer. You have to learn to be more gentle. And more patient."

Debbie again reached for his shaft. Rodger stiffened at her touch. She traced the outline of his harden cock through his pants.

"Please Debbie. Don't! We shouldn't," he pleaded.

"Does it feel good?" she asked.

"Yes. God, yes. But . . ."

"Why? Why does it fell good?"

"Because you're being gentle?" he replied.

"You're learning. But there's another reason, too. What do you think that is?"

"Please Debbie, will you stop it. I can't think straight. Don't tease me like this."

"That's it. Don't you see?"

"I can't see anything. Please take your hand away. Please!" he begged.

"Oh sorry," she said as she removed her hand from his now fully enlarged shaft. Up to this moment, she had been watching the emotions on his face. She glanced to where her hand had just been. "My God," she thought, "he's huge."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Rodger said, as he squirmed uncomfortably. "I know you mean well, but this just isn't working out."

"Hey, don't quit now," she argued. "Look at the progress you've made already."

"Progress? What progress? All I got is a hard-on that won't quit. And no way to get rid of it."

"You've made a lot of progress. You've learned you have to be gentle. That being rough isn't the way to turn a girl on. You've learned it takes patience. You can't expect Lou to get all hot just because you play with her a little bit."

"And you learned that, sometimes, you need to tease a bit. You know, play with her for awhile before you do anything else. If this was you and Lou, and she went down on you now, how long would it be before you came? A minute? Two?"

"Shit. I'd probably come the moment her lips touch me."

"Exactly. The same thing applies to Lou. If you played with her titties and pussy like that, she'd come a lot quicker when you finally went down on her."

"Fat chance I'll ever have of doing that," Rodger said, despondently. "She hardly even talks to me, let alone allow me to touch her again."

"You have to prove to her you've changed. You need to show her she doesn't have to be afraid any more."

"Yeah, right. And how do I do that?"

"Look, Lou still loves you, I know she does. But after what you did, she's afraid. Afraid you'll hurt her again. So now you have to extra careful, extra gentle. You have to take it extra slow."

"Like Friday night. Treat her like she's a fragile piece of glass. When you kiss her, do it slowly, softly. Touch her face, her neck, lightly. Don't squeeze her. If she lets you hold her, pretend she's an egg. Hold her tenderly, not hard."

"I don't know if I can do something like that," Rodger said, "Sometimes, I don't know my own strength."

"Sure you can. Here," she said as she moved closer, "pretend I'm Lou. Place your arms around me."

Rodger wrapped his arm around Debbie and pulled her closer. "No. Don't pull on her. Let her be the one to move closer. If she doesn't want to, don't force her. Now try it again."

Debbie moved back a little as Rodger again placed his arms around her. "If she won't move closer to you, try moving closer to her. But slowly, so she doesn't feel threatened."

Unsure what she meant, Rodger edged closer.

"Yeah, like that. Like you're not sure if she'll let you. That way she feels like she still has some control over what's happening. If she moves away, or pushes you away, let her. Change your approach if you have to."

"Change my approach? I don't understand."

"Gently caress her arm. Or her neck. Do something to keep contact. But don't do anything aggressive."

"You mean like this?" Rodger asked as he rubbed her arm.

"No. Not like that. It's like you were patting a dog. More like this," she said as she lightly ran her fingers along his shoulder. "And if you touch her neck, only use your finger tips like this."

Debbie gently stroked his neck under his ear with her fingers. She felt him shudder.

"See what I mean? Light and gentle. But it feels good too. You don't have to be rough."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. Let me try it now." Rodger move slightly closer to Debbie and tried to do the same thing to her.

"Hey, that's it. But don't do it so fast. Yeah, like that. See it isn't so hard to do."

"I guess you're right. But what do I do next? I can't sit there all night playing with her neck."

"Why not? If that's what Lou wants? You could kiss her there if she lets you."

"You mean like this?" Rodger said as he lowered his mouth to her neck.

"Well almost. Just let your lips brush across the skin. Yeah, that's it. And you can use your tongue too."

Rodger took long sweeps with his tongue up her neck.

"No. Not like that. That feels like a dog licking someone. Here, let me show you."

Debbie moved closer so she could reach his neck. Her lips just barely touch him. Her tongue darted here and there, making light stabbing motions. Rodger again stiffened with the contact. His breathing became more rapid, as he leaned closer to her.

Debbie stopped and move away. Rodger hands shot out and grabbed hold of her. Realizing he had made a mistake, he dropped his hands to his side and smiled at her sheepishly.

"Sorry. I kinda blew it that time, didn't I?"

"Well, you have to expect some mistakes. But I really think you're improving. You just have to start using your brain instead of your balls."

Rodger slowly raised his arms to her shoulders. His fingers caressed her arms. He moved closer and lowered his mouth to her neck. Imitating what Debbie had done, he used his lips and tongue. This time it was Debbie who leaned closer.

Rodger's hands moved slowly and gently around to Debbie's back, as he drew her tighter against him. He made certain his movements were slow and gentle. His mouth moved from her neck to her face.

He kissed her cheeks, and then her nose. He moved downward to brush his lips across hers. His tongue lightly caressed her lips, but made no move to push inward. Debbie's lips parted as her tongue slipped out to meet his. He gently closed his mouth upon her tongue, trapping it. His tongue flickered rapidly across hers. One of Rodger's hands dropped to her thigh, and lightly rested there.

Rodger leaned back against the pole, and Debbie followed. They continued to kiss as she caressed his face. One hand lightly stroked her thigh, Rodger moved his other under her shirt and massaged her bare back. Lost in the pleasant feelings, Debbie unconsciously placed her hand on his thigh. Her hand closed on his covered shaft and caressed it.

At her touch, Rodger moved his hands to her breasts. He pushed forward, smashing his mouth hard against her. His hands grabbed the firm flesh of her breasts and squeezed. Debbie tried to break away from him, but he continued to press forward, giving her no room.

Breaking their kiss, and using both hands to push him away, she yelled, "Stop that! Rodger, don't!"

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rodger sat there with a stunned look on his face. He looked at Debbie, and then down at his hands. He suddenly jumped up and ran to the opened door.

"Wait, Rodger. You don't understand," Debbie called as she too got up. Rodger stood near the door, his back to her. "Oh, I understand. I understand too well."

Debbie moved around him. She stood with her back to the opened doorway, and look into his face. The look of hatred on his face cause her to step backwards.

"You don't understand, Rodger. You haven't understood a thing I've said. Or what I've been trying to do."

"Just let me out of here," he said as he tried to pass by her. Debbie blocked him, and reached behind him to close the door. She pushed him back into the center of the room.

"You not going anywhere. Look, maybe I made a mistake. I guess it is pretty confusing. But I'm not trying to come on to you. If I could only make you understand."

"Oh, you've done a good job of that. I understand perfectly what you're really trying to do." Rodger moved away from her.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You're nothing but a fucking cock teaser. You're not here to help me. You're here to get even. You just want to get back at me for what I did to Lou."

"No, you've got it all wrong. That's not why I'm here. Really, all I wanted to do was . . ."

"Shut up!" he snapped at her. "I know what you wanted. You wanted to get me hot. So hot that I'd forget your Lou's best friend. And then you could go back to her and tell her what we did."

"No! That's not it at all. I was just trying to show you . . ."

"Or maybe you have the hots for me yourself."

"No. Please Rodger, let me explain."

"Explain what? How you want me? How you can't keep your hands off my cock?" He undid his zipper and moved toward her.

"Here, you wanna touch it again? Comon, feel the real thing." He pulled his cock from his pants as he approached her.

Debbie backed away from him until she was against the closed door. "Please Rodger, don't do this. I didn't mean any of that. I was only . . ."

Rodger grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his shaft. "Here, doesn't it feel good? Go ahead, jerk me off. Or would you rather suck it, you fucking slut."

Debbie screamed. She tried to grab for his testicles, but this time Rodger was prepared. He grabbed her by the wrist and twisted. As Debbie bent to relieve the pressure on her arm, he slapped her hard across the face.

The blow would have knocked her against the door, except he still grasped her wrist.

Tears welled in her eyes as she started to scream again. Rodger balled his hand into a fist, and punched her hard in the stomach. Debbie froze, her mouth open, but no sound coming from it.

Rodger smiled, and said, "Now that's better. No one would hear you out here, anyways. But I hate all that noise. So we won't do that again, will we?"

Debbie was too frightened to answer. She tried to move sideways, away from him.

Rodger's hand shot out and grabbed her throat, knocking her head against the door. "I asked you a question, bitch. When I ask you something, you answer me, you hear?"

"Yes. No. Please Rodger, you're hurting me."

Rodger removed his hand from her neck and took a step back. Debbie took a deep breath. The pain in her stomach seemed to burn.

"Please Rodger. Just let me go."

Without warning, Rodger again punched her in the stomach. The force of the blow caused her to bounced off the door. As she moved forward, he hit her again. Debbie bent over, clutching her stomach. She fell to her knees, gasping for air.

"Let you go? I wouldn't think of it. You gonna show me what I need to do to get Lou back. You gonna show me how to suck and lick her tits and cunt until she begs me to fuck the shit outta her. Just like you gonna do when we get through with you."

Debbie could hardly breath. Her stomach hurt so bad. She wished she had never agreed to meet him. He was crazy. Somehow she had to get away from him.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He jerked her head up as he pushed his cock in her face.

"Comon, show me how you lick it gently. Show me how you use your tongue and you lips to lightly tease it. Comon slut. give me a blowjob."

Debbie tried to twist from his grasp. But he simply yanked her closer. Her hand shot up to hit him between his legs. Rodger, waiting for just such an attempt, managed to deflect her blow.

Debbie covered her face with her hands, expecting to be hit again. But nothing happened. She risked a glance up at Rodger. He stood there smiling.

"Now that wasn't very gentle. Maybe you're the one who needs lessons. I guess I'll have to be the one who teaches you. For your first lesson, why don't you just stand up?"

He grabbed her hair, and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to push away from him, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her.

"We can play this little game all night, if you want. But why don't we make it a bit more interesting. Why don't you take off your top?"

"Please Rodger. You're hurting me. let me go, please?"

He twisted her arm higher, causing her to cry out in pain. "How can I let you go? You've gotten me all excited. You really don't want to leave me like this do you?" Again he yanked on her arm.

"No. Please Rodger. I'll do what you want. Only please stop hurting me."

"Damn right you will. Now take that fucking top off. Or I'll show you what it's like if I was really trying to hurt you."

"You're hurting my arm. I can't take off my top if you don't let go of my arm."

"You wouldn't be thinking of trying anything funny, would you?" he asked as he eased the pressure on her arm.

"No. Really. Just let me go, and I'll take it off."

Rodger released her arm, and pushed her to the center of the room. "Well don't just stand there. Let's see those tits."

"Give me a minute," she said, trying to stall. "I can hardly move my arm."

Debbie franticly searched the room for some way out. Rodger blocked the door, and the only window was too small. She looked for something to fight him with. Her eyes fell on the push broom.

"If you don't start soon, I'll break your fucking arm," he snapped at her.

Debbie started to pull her shirt up, while moving closer to the broom. Rodger saw what she was intending, and moved to prevent her. Debbie flung herself at the broom

Grabbing it by the handle, she swung wildly in Rodger's direction. The broom slammed into Rodger's shoulder, and he cried out in pain. Debbie ran towards the door, not daring to look back at Rodger.

Her hands fumbled for the handle. She managed to turn the knob and pulled the door inward. A hand shot past her face and slammed it shut.

"You really shouldn't have done that," Rodger said in a low voice.

Tears streaming down her face, Debbie pulled franticly on the door. She screamed, "Help. Someone help me, please."

Rodger grabbed her hair and spun her around to face him. He held the broom in one hand. Once, twice, three tines he slapped her face.

"Shut the fuck up. I already told you no one can hear you."

He reached into his back pocket and took out Snake. He held it against her cheek as he lightly depressed the button. The slender blade flashed out right in front of her eye.

"I've had enough of your shit. Open your fucking mouth again, and I'll cut your fucking tongue out."

Debbie was afraid to move. "God, he is crazy," she thought.

"Please Rodger. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just put that away. I'll be quiet, I promise."

"Damn right you'll be good. Now you can take that fucking top off, or I'll cut the fucker off. What will it be?"

He pressed the point of the blade under her chin. Debbie tried raising her head, but he continued to press upward.

"Please Rodger. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do it," she sobbed. She grabbed her shirt, and yanked it over her head.

"The bra too. Comon, or I'll do it for you," he said as he lowered the blade to her chest.

Debbie reached behind and undid the hooks. She tried to cover her breasts as her bra slid down her arms.

Rodger pushed her arms away as he pressed the blade against her stomach. "God, they're beautiful," he mumbled as he reached out to touch them. He dug his fingers into her firm flesh.

Debbie tried to pull his hand away but he simply pressed the knife harder against her skin.

"What's the matter? I'm not gentle enough for you?" he chuckled. "You don't like the way I tease you?"

"Please. I'll do whatever you want. But don't hurt me. You want me to suck you off, I'll do it. Just don't hurt me any more."

She could hardly see him through her tears. Blood trickled from her lips, and her jaw screamed in pain. She blindly groped for his penis as she tried to sink to her knees in front of him.

"You'd really like that, wouldn't you, you little cock sucker? But right now, I wanna play with your tits. I bet they taste real good."

He buried his face in her chest. His hands continued to squeeze her flesh as his mouth tried to devour them. Debbie squirmed under his attack. But the knife, pressing against her, made it impossible for her to do anything but submit.

He suddenly broke away from her. The evil grin on his face made her shudder.

"Take those jeans off," he ordered.

Debbie quickly did as she was told.

"Comon, all of it. Let's see that cunt."

Debbie stepped out of her panties. She stood there, unsure of what he wanted next.

"I can't see anything. Spread your legs. Wider. Yeah, like that. Now spread that cunt."

"Please Rodge. Let me suck you off. I'll do you real good."

"Of course you will. But right now I want you to tease me some more. Let's see you play with yourself. Comon, stick your fingers up your cunt."

"Don't make me do this. Please Rodger?"

"Comon, you said before you have to tease. Don't you want me nice and hard, just ready to cum?"

"I'll make you cum, I promise. I'll even do you twice, if you want. Just let me do it. We don't have to do stuff like this."

"Either you start, or Snake will be more than happy to help you," he threatened, moving closer to her.

"No!" she cried out. She jammed her hand in her vagina and started masturbating.

"Now be gentle. You don't want to hurt yourself. Remember, go slow. Tease."

Debbie stood there, sobbing, as he watched her play with herself. "Please Rodger. Don't make me do this."

He laughed. "Maybe you should go a little faster?" he suggested. Debbie tried to do what he said.

Rodger was becoming bored. "Think it's time we try something else. I feel like a party. What about you?"

Debbie looked at him, confused. She was afraid to ask what he was talking about.

"Dale," Rodger called out.

Dale came out of his hiding place, slowly. Seeing him, Debbie rushed to him.

"Oh Dale. Thank God you're here. He's gone crazy. You have to help me, please."

"He'd love to help you," Rodger said, laughing. "Wouldn't you, Dale? Don't you just wanna help her play with her tits. Help her fill that big cunt of hers with your cock. And maybe her mouth with your cum."

"I dunno, Rodge," Dale replied. "Things seem to going a bit strange here. You never said anything about forcing her, or anything like that."

"Please Dale. You have to help me get out of here," Debbie pleaded.

"Who said anything about forcing her. Debbie wants to do all those things. Don't you, bitch?" Rodger said as he moved to where they were standing.

"No, I don't. I just want to get out of here. Please Rodger. I won't say anything to anyone if you just let me go."

"I can't let you go just yet. You still haven't showed me everything. Besides, poor Dale here hasn't had a chance to appreciate all your charms yet."

Rodger reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. He held it up to Dale.

"Here, isn't this what you wanted to bury your face in?" he taunted Dale. "Here go on, touch it."

"Maybe she's right, Rodge. Maybe we should just let her go."

"Hey, I promised you that you'd have a good time tonight. And I always keep my promise."

Rodger moved until he was behind Debbie. He reached around and started playing with her tits.

"Comon, tell me you don't want to suck these babies."

His hand moved down to her vagina.

"Or how you don't want to ram your cock in this nice wet slit. I know. You're just being shy. Maybe Debbie should break the ice. We both know she's a great cock sucker."

Rodger pushed her to her knees. He pressed the knife against the back of her neck.

"Comon, let's show Dale how good you suck cock."

"Please Dale, don't let him . . ."

"Comon, Rodge. She's right. I don't think we should . . ."

Rodger pressed on the blade until it punctured the skin.

"I said you were gonna get a blow job, and you're gonna. If I hear another word from either of you, I'll cut her fucking head off. Take your fucking cock outta your pants now. Or I might just slip and stick this knife in harder."

Debbie didn't dare move. The blade burned in her neck. Dale stared at Rodger, not moving.

Rodger pressed harder on the knife. A fine line of blood trickled down her shoulder, and dripped upon her breast.

Debbie's hands went to Dale's belt. She franticly tried to undo it. "Please help me," she begged.

Dale was startled into movement. He quickly undid his belt and then his zipper. Debbie pulled his pants and briefs down. She buried her face in his crotch and started sucking wildly on Dale's limp penis.

Rodger moved to the side so he could watch Debbie better. She pumped furiously on the limp shaft as her mouth sucked hard on it's tip. Dale grimaced in discomfort.

Rodger kicked out with his foot. His heel caught Debbie in the ribs, knocking her to the floor.

"Gentle. You forgot to be gentle," he said as he kicked her again. He laughed as he watched her try to crawl away.

He allowed her to crawl to the center of the room. Quickly, he moved after her. He reached down and caught her by her hair. Jerking her head up, he pressed the knife to her throat.

"Hey, don't give up now. You were making such good progress. Comon, try it again."

He dragged her, across the floor, back to where Dale still stood. He leaned over and drew a cross on her back with the knife. Thin lines of blood appeared where the blade had been.

"Gee. Looks as if you got a strike against you. If I was you, I definitely wouldn't want to strike out. Now I think you were showing us how to be gentle? How to tease, and make Dale so hot, he'll cum in your mouth?"

He shoved her head back into Dale's crotch. Debbie resumed sucking his cock. This time she was more gentle. Despite the situation, Dale found himself reacting to the feel of her mouth and hands.

Rodger seeing him harden, laughed. "I told you she was good. But we don't want you cumming just yet. Maybe you should play with her tits a bit. And her cunt, so she'll be nice and hot when you fuck her."

"Well, I'm not really in the mood," Dale said weakly. "Maybe another time. Why don't we just . . ."

Rodger again grabbed Debbie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Gee, I guess you don't really know that much after all. All that talk about how to get someone hot. And you can't even turn on poor Dale here. It looks as if you just struck out." Rodger started to draw another cross on her back.

Debbie let out a cry as the blade cut into her flesh. She pulled Dale's face to her chest. "You wanna play, don't you? Please?" she begged. "You like my tits don't you? I want you to suck them. Please Dale, help me."

"Well, maybe you're still in the game. I'll just watch and see how hot you can get him. And when you show me you know what you're doing, maybe, I'll let you do me, too."

"Please Dale," she whispered, "do something. Help me."

Misunderstanding what she was trying to say, he started sucking her nipples. His hands reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her against him. He rubbed his harden shaft against her.

"I told you, you'd like her," Rodger said.

Debbie was unable to see where he was. It sounded as if he had moved across the room. Hoping it was safe, she again whispered to Dale. "Please help me get out of here. Somehow we have to get that knife away from him. Please Dale, help me."

Dale could see Rodger moving to the other side of the shed. He moved his face upward until he was kissing her neck.

"He'd kill me if I did anything like that," he whispered in her ear.

"I'll do anything you want, just help me get away from here. You wanna fuck me? I'll let you fuck me all you want after we get away from here. Please Dale?"

They both stiffened as Rodger said, "You two make such a nice couple. Check out that cunt, Dale. Is she wet yet?"

"I dunno," Dale stammered in reply.

"Shit. Just shove a finger up her and find out. Do I have to tell you everything?" Rodger shot back.

"I'm sorry, really I am," Dale whispered as he slid a finger in Debbie's vagina.

"Well?" Rodger demanded.

"I . . . er . . . not really, Rodge. Maybe we should stop, huh?"

"Guess she doesn't think you're good enough for her. Is that it? Dale's not good enough for a slut like you?" Rodger called to Debbie.

"Sure he is," she replied. "But he's only just started to play with my pussy." Debbie tried to see where Rodger was. "Like I told you, a girl doesn't get hot as fast as a guy. But it feels good what he's doing now."

Debbie whispered to Dale, "Can you see where he is? Could we make it to the door?"

"He's over on the other side. He seems to be looking for something. But you'd never have a chance to get to the door."

Debbie reached down and grasped his shaft. She lightly kissed his ear as she whispered, "Anything you want. I'll do it. Just help me get out of here."

"I can't do that. He'll kill us both if you try anything like that."

"Comon, there's two of us. One of us could hold him while the other tried to get the knife away from him. I can't do it alone. I need your help."

"I can't help you. You don't know what he's like when he's mad."

Debbie glanced toward the door. She still couldn't see Rodger. If I could just get to the door before him, she thought.

"You won't help me?" she asked Dale.

"I can't, Debbie. I'm sorry."

"You fucking coward," she said as she pulled hard on his shaft and brought her knee up hard against his crotch. Dale screamed in pain as he clutched his groin. She turned and raced for the door.

Chapter Twenty-Four

As Debbie ran to the door, she saw Rodger out of the corner of her eye. She was closer to the door than him. "I'm gonna make it," she thought. But before she could reach the door, something struck her head from behind.

The force of the blow caused her to stumble, and bang into the door, head first. She crumbled to the floor, defeated. She glanced up to see Rodger pick up the broom.

He walked toward her, slowly. He undid the handle of the broom and threw the brush across the room. He held his knife out before him as he drew closer to where she lay.

"Looks like you struck out, that time," he said softly.

Debbie lay there, paralysed. All she could see was the blade he held out to her. Her heart felt as if it would jump out of her throat.

"Please Rodger. Don't. You can't really want to do that to me," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want. You want me to suck you off? I'll do it. I'll do both of you. But please put the knife away."

"I dunno. You said you'd do Dale and look at him. Why should I believe you?" he said as he touched her cheek with the blade.

Debbie flinched at the contact. She tried to move away, but she was already pressed against the door.

"Cut the fucking bitch," Dale called out. "She tried to break my balls. Comon, Rodge, cut her. Cut her good."

Rodger laughed as he watched Dale try to get up off the floor, clutching his groin.

"I thought you didn't like to play rough," he teased Dale.

"Fuck, she tried to kill me. Anyone knows you can kill a guy like that, when he's got a hard-on."

"Please," she pleaded. "I'll do you both. Just don't kill me. Give me another chance Rodger, and I'll do whatever you want me to."

Debbie slowly moved her hands to his crotch. She raised herself to her knees and trying to avoid the knife, pressed her face against the bulge in his pants.

"I told you she'd beg us to let her take care of us, didn't I?" Rodger asked Dale. He reached out and gently stroked her hair. Encouraged by that, Debbie started to unbuckle Rodger's belt.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Remove it and hand it to me."

Debbie looked up at him, confused.

"Take my belt off, and hand it to me. And hurry up, before I decide to carve my initials in your forehead."

Rodger pressed the point of the knife against her head. Debbie pulled the belt free and held it out to him.

"Dale. Get me that bag over by the pole. Time to bring out the toys."

Debbie watched Dale hurry to where Rodger had indicated. She wondered why she hadn't notice the bag before. And a chill ran through her as she also wondered what Rodger meant by toys.

Taking the bag from Dale, Rodger ordered her to stand. He reached out and gently ran his fingers across her breasts. He placed his fingers on her lips, forcing them apart. He placed one finger deep in her opened mouth and stared at her.

Debbie wasn't exactly sure what to do. She felt his finger lightly scratch her tongue. She closed her mouth gently on his finger, and started to suck it.

"Ah, now that's gentle. Maybe you do know how. But you've been really bad. I think you need to be punished, don't you?"

Debbie tried to reply, but Rodger simply forced his finger deeper down her throat.

"Now you do have a choice. I can simply slice your fucking tits off, first. Or you can accept your punishment."

Debbie tried to say something. Rodger removed his hand from her mouth. Before she could answer, he drew the knife lightly down one of her breasts. She stared at the thin red line it left in its wake. Tears came to her eyes, as the pain burned.

"Please Rodger. I said I'd do anything you wanted. You want to fuck me? I'll let you. I'll fuck both of you. I'll suck one of you off while the other fucks me. Anything you want, Rodger. Just don't hurt me any more."

"But you need to be punished. And you want to be punished, don't you?" He ran the point of the blade around one of her nipples.

"Yes! Yes, anything. Please, no more."

"Good, I knew you'd want it. Pick up the belt. And kiss it. Yeah, like that. Now take this sock and stick it in your mouth."

Seeing her hesitate, he threatened her with the blade. Debbie stuffed the sock into her mouth. Rodger took a roll of duct tape from the bag. He cut off a strip and placed it across her mouth. Debbie's eyes widened in fear.

"Turn around," he ordered. "And place your hands behind you. Yeah, that's it."

He grabbed her wrists and wrapped them tightly together with the tape. Debbie struggled against the tape but couldn't free her hands. She felt his hands caress her buttocks and she froze.

He turned her around to face him. He again reached into the bag and drew something out. Debbie didn't recognize it immediately. But when he held it up in front of her, she saw that it was a dog's choker chain. Rodger slowly looped the chain through one of the metal rings.

Debbie started to edge away from him. She wasn't sure what it was he intended to do. But she was sure she didn't want any part of it.

"Stand still!" he ordered. He reached out and grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her to him and forced the chain down over her head, pulling it tight around her neck.

Debbie struggled at first but soon realized that she was only causing the chain to tighten. As it cut into her neck, she gave up. Rodger pulled her toward the pole in the center of the room. She had no choice but to follow.

He reached up into the rafters overhead, and pulled down a rope. Threading it through the other metal ring, he tied it. The chain had just enough slack around her neck not to choke her. But she realized if she tried to move at all, the chain cut into her skin.

Rodger stood back and admired his handiwork. He moved closer to her and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Debbie shrank from his touch, but in doing so, the chain around her neck tightened. She moved to relax the tension on the chain, but ended up pressing her tits against him.

He bit down hard on her tit. Debbie jumped back in pain. The chain again cut into her neck, cutting into her windpipe. She struggled for breath, as she again moved to ease the tightness of the chain.

Rodger watched all this with an amused look on his face. He went and retrieved the broom handle. Returning, he slammed it down on the toes of her left foot. Startled, she lifted her foot in pain. As she hopped on one foot, he swung the handle, slamming it against the ankle of her right foot.

Pain shot up her leg, as she was knocked off her feet completely. She dangled from the rope above, the chain digging deep into her neck, cutting off her air. Her legs flailed wildly, trying to gain purchase beneath her. The room seemed to darken, as her lungs fought for air.

She felt weak, once her feet were again firmly beneath her. It took all her strength to keep from sagging, but the biting chain forced her to stand up straight. Her breathing was laboured, as she stared at Rodger in terror.

"Now you know your limitations," Rodger said softly. "And now we can begin your punishment."

He picked up his belt and handed it to Dale.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" Dale asked.

"Whip her with it. Punish her," Rodger replied.

"Gee, I dunno," Dale said.

"You were the one who wanted me to cut her just a few minutes ago? You were the one she kicked in the balls. I guess you like some bitch beating the shit out of you, huh?"

"Comon Rodge. This is getting out of hand. Okay, maybe I was pissed before. But don't you think we've hurt her enough. Fuck, she almost hung herself."

"Whip the fucking bitch, or I will cut her fucking tits off," Rodger snarled. He whipped out his knife and made a slashing motion.

"Christ Rodger. You can't do that. I'm getting the fuck out of here."

"And after I cut her tits off, I'll finish the job she started and cut your balls off. Now whip the cunt."

Rodger swung the broom handle catching Dale across his back. He then turned and pressed the knife against Debbie's neck.

"I'll kill the bitch. And it'll be your fault. Is that what you want?" Rodger screamed at Dale. "Do what I say, or she's dead. And then I'll kill you, too."

"You're fucking crazy," Dale said as he stared wide-eyed at Rodger. He realized he had little choice but to do what Rodger demanded. "Get the fuck out of the way, unless you want me to whip you too." Dale grabbed the belt by the buckle and raised his arm to strike.

Rodger smiled as if challenging him to try. But he moved away slowly. Dale swung the belt, striking Debbie across her left arm. She tried to scream as the pain shot through her, but the gag in her mouth muffled any sound she made.

"Harder," Rodger said. "Hit her tits."

Dale again swung the belt, slashing her breasts.

"Harder" Rodger said, so low, it was almost a whisper. "And faster."

Dale glance sideways at Rodger. Rodger stood as if in a daze. Dale raised the belt, and thought about striking Rodger instead.

"Go on, try it. If you think you can do more damage with that belt than I can with the knife. But you'll only get one chance to prove it."

Feeling frustrated, Dale swung the belt at Debbie. He continued to whip her until he thought his arm would fall off.

"Now you're getting the hang of it. Look at those welts. God, they're beautiful. Here give me that belt. And stand over there where I can see you."

Dale handed him the belt and moved back. Rodger wrapped the free end of the belt tightly around his hand. He lashed out and caught Debbie's breasts with the buckle. Her body jerked in pain as the chain around her neck tightened.

"Christ, Rodger," Dale protested. "Not with the buckle. You're cutting her to pieces."

"Open your legs wider, slut," Rodger ordered Debbie. He swung the belt hard between her legs, causing her to raise up on her toes as the belt slammed against her exposed vagina.

"Comon Rodge. That's enough. Shit, she'll be in no shape to fuck us if you keep that up," Dale said, trying to think of some way to get him to stop beating the poor girl.

"Ah, now you wanna fuck her? I thought you were too chicken shit."

"Hey you promised me I'd lose my charry tonight. But if you keep doing that, she ain't gonna have a cunt left for us to fuck."

"Maybe you're right. I'm so fucking hard. If I don't get off soon, I'll explode. Wonder if she's been punished enough though. What do you think, slut? Think you're ready to show us how sorry you are?"

Debbie shook her head frantically in agreement.

Rodger reached out, and pulled the tape from her mouth. Debbie winced as the tape ripped her skin. He pulled out the now wet sock from her mouth, and threw it on the floor.

He leaned closer, and brushed his lips against hers. His hands grabbed her breasts, and kneaded them roughly. Debbie involuntarily moved away from him. He squeezed her breasts harder, and pulled her back to him.

"Maybe you still need to be punished," he said, as he grabbed a nipple and twisted.

Debbie squirmed as the pain shot through her. But at least it wasn't as bad as the belt had been.

"No! Please Rodger, I'm really sorry. Let me suck you, and I'll show you just how sorry I am. I'll fuck you too. Please don't hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Please?"

Rodger turned Dale. "See, I told you she'd be begging us to fuck the shit out of her. All it takes to get sluts like her hot, is a little roughing up."

Turning back to Debbie, he again brushed his lips against her. "Show me," he said through parted lips.

"Let me down from here, and I'll do you good, I promise, " Debbie pleaded.

"Not just yet. First, you gotta show me there's a reason to," he whispered as he ran his tongue over her lips.

Debbie opened her mouth wide to take his tongue. Rodger's tongue retreated. Debbie leaned forward until her mouth touched his. She sucked on his lips, her tongue licking teasingly.

Rodger allowed her tongue to slip between his closed lips. He bit down hard on it as he again twisted the nipple captured between his fingers. His free hand reached behind her and pinched her buttocks.

Debbie gasped as pain flooded her body. But she knew if she stopped kissing him, he would only hurt her more. She smashed her mouth against him. Her body pressed against him, and she rubbed her vagina against his thigh.

Rodger moved back, forcing her to follow. Debbie continued to press against him, until the chain around her neck started to tighten. Rodger noticed her difficulty, and again moved away from her. Debbie hesitated. If she tried to follow him she would choke herself.

"Guess you really weren't as sorry as you thought," he chuckled. "Maybe you need the belt again."

With the mention of the belt, Debbie threw herself against him, ignoring the chain cutting into her windpipe. She rubbed herself against him shamelessly as she sucked hard on his mouth. Unable to breathe, she felt herself becoming light headed.

"Hey, don't hog her all to yourself," Dale said, as he stepped behind Debbie. "I want some of this too." He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts gently, and pulled her to him.

Gratefully, Debbie collapsed against him, as the chain loosened around her neck. She turned her head and kissed him. He returned her kiss timidly, his hands gently caressing her breasts. Debbie twisted in his arms until she faced him.

She forced her tongue deep into his mouth as she pressed her body against him. She felt him harden in response, and tried to trap his shaft between her thighs.

Dale moved his hands to capture her breasts. He caught one nipple between his fingers and gently teased it. Rodger was irritated by the way Dale seemed to have taken over. And the fucking slut really seemed to like it, too. He angrily reached up and untied the chain. Pulling the chain tight around her neck, he forced her to her knees.

"Let's see how good you suck cocks, slut," Rodger growled as he pushed her head against Dale's erect shaft.

Debbie moved to take the throbbing rod in her mouth.

"First show him how you're sorry you kicked him in the balls, bitch," Rodger commanded as he jerked hard on the chain.

Debbie winced as the chain again bit into her throat. But she didn't hesitate as she lowered her face, and gently licked Dale's testicles. Her tongue stroked the twin sacks. Her lips gently caressed the taunt skin. She opened her lips wider to take one into her mouth. Gently, she sucked upon it as her tongue continued to tease it. She moved to take the other, as her face rested against his thigh.

Again the chain cut into her, as Rodger said, "Okay, now suck his cock."

Debbie took the tip of Dale's shaft into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the burning skin, as she sucked hard. A hand pushed her down on the shaft, until she felt it hitting against the back of her throat.

"Comon, suck it. He's hot enough. Just make him come," Rodger said as he pushed her head back and forth.

Debbie worked frantically, as her mouth moved up and down on Dale's shaft. Dale thrusted deep in her mouth, his hips moving in rhythm to her movements. She felt him falter, and then her mouth was flooded with his hot fluids. He thrusted harder as he tried to coax the last bit of pleasure from her mouth.

Debbie continue to suck on the shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth. She had to swallow often as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into her mouth.

"My God," Dale moaned. "She's swallowing it. She's fucking swallowing my cum."

Rodger laughed. "I told you she'd do it. But you ain't seen nothing yet. Hurry up, will you? I want a turn at that mouth."

Reluctantly, Dale withdrew his now softening penis from her mouth. He reached down and gently caressed her cheek. Debbie rubbed her face against his hand, trying to thank him for being gentle.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Now me, slut," Rodger said as he jerked the chain around her neck. Debbie scrambled to turn around. She moved to capture Rodger's enormous penis with her mouth.

"First my balls, bitch. Like you did him," Rodger ordered as he pulled hard on the chain.

Debbie lowered her mouth to his testicles. She used her tongue to wash them, and then took one into her mouth.

"Both of them, suck them both," Rodger demanded, pulling the chain tighter.

She struggled to take both of them at the same time. They were large, and she wasn't successful.

"I said both, damn it. Do I have to tell you everything twice?" Rodger pulled the chain higher, causing Debbie to raise off her knees. She forced her mouth back to his balls. Straining her mouth as wide as she could, she again tried to swallow his testicles. Finally, she managed to take them both into her mouth.

"That's it. Now suck them. And gently. If you hurt me, you'll be sorry."

Debbie did as she was told. Gently, she sucked on the large mass in her mouth, her tongue gently licking the hairy skin.

Rodger grabbed her hair and pushed her face from his balls. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he guided it to her mouth.

"Now suck me off. And you better do it good, too," he said, shoving his shaft hard into her mouth.

Debbie felt her mouth being stretched wide as he rammed his enormous penis down her throat. She thought she would gag on it, it was so big. Rodger grabbed her head and moved it up and down his cock.

"Suck it, bitch. Comon, show me how much you want it," Rodger ordered as he thrusted deeper into her mouth.

Debbie tried to match his movements. Rodger continued to jerk the chain as he said, "Harder. Faster. Suck it good, bitch."

Debbie tried to relax her throat. She never knew anyone as big as he was. And he seemed to get larger as he continued to pump against her mouth. She felt him stiffen and prepared herself for his climax.

Instead of cumming in her mouth, Rodger pulled his cock out. He grabbed her hair with one hand, as his other wrapped around his throbbing member.

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch! And stick out your tongue. More! Stick it out more. Yeah like that."

Looking up into his face, Debbie watched as he turned red. His eyes squeezed closed, his teeth clenched tightly. The muscles in his neck were like steel cords as he pumped his cock madly.

"Shit," he rasped between his clenched teeth, Debbie watched his testicles contract. Like an explosion from the mouth of a cannon, the first glob of his cum shot across the short space between them, catching Debbie on the nose.

Debbie watched his hand move faster up and down his shaft, as spurt after spurt of hot cum continued to fly at her. She tried to catch each spurt in her mouth. Some hit her nose and cheeks. Others flew into her waiting mouth. She had never known anyone to have so much cum.

Rodger pulled her face closer, once again jamming his cock into her mouth. He pressed his shaft further into her mouth, until her nose was pressed tight against his stomach. Grabbing her head with both hands, he continued to pump deep in her mouth.

"Suck me, baby. Deep throat me. God, your mouth feels good," Rodger moaned as his movements finally slowed. Debbie felt like a tossed doll as he continued to slam her head back and forth. He, at last, pulled her face from his crotch.

She was amazed to see him still fully erect. Every other guy she had known usually lost their erections after she had finished sucking them off. But Rodger looked like he was ready to go again.

Rodger lifted her chin so she stared up into his face. His eyes were glazed and distant. Debbie shuddered when she saw his mouth break into an evil smile. He reached out and smeared the globs of cum on her face. He worked it up and over her eyes. He spread it across her cheeks and even up into her nostrils.

She could feel it tighten on her skin as it quickly dried. She felt dirty, soiled, but didn't dare try to turn her face away from him. Rodger wiped his hands on her hair. He grabbed a handful, and used it to wipe his cock clean.

"Not bad," he said. "Next time, use a little more tongue. And suck harder. But like I said, not bad."

"Guess we can let her go now, can't we, Rodger?" Dale said. "She sucked us off good, just like you said she would."

"Let her go? Are you fucking crazy?" Rodger replied. "Fuck no! We ain't got you laid yet."

"Gee, I dunno, Rodge. She sucked me dry. I don't think I'll be able to get it up for at least a week. Why don't we just let her go."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Debbie would be more than happy to get you hard again. Wouldn't you, Debbie?" Rodger said as he reached for the chain hanging loosely from her neck.

Debbie scrambled away from him. "Yes. Yes, I wanna to suck him again," she said as she crawled on her knees to Dale. Anything, just as long as he doesn't hurt me again, she thought.

Rodger laughed watching her try to capture Dale's limp prick in her mouth. "I told you she loved to suck cocks. But let's do this right," he said grabbing the chain, and pulling Debbie away. "Lie down on the floor," he said to Dale. "And you kneel between his legs," he told Debbie.

Dale laid down, and Debbie crawled in between his spread legs. Rodger pushed her head down into Dale's crotch.

"Now, let's see how fast you can get him up. If you take too long, I may have to use the belt on this sweet ass," Rodger said as he ran his hand over her buttocks.

Debbie took Dale's limp penis in her mouth and started sucking it. Her tongue licked the salty tasting tip, and she gently raked his shaft with her teeth. She heard Rodger move away from them, and felt herself relax a bit. She knew that somehow she had to get Dale hard again. She didn't even think about what Rodger would do to her, if she didn't.

She was concentrating hard on reviving the limp penis in her mouth. She didn't realize that Rodger had returned until she felt his hand on her buttocks.

"God, you've got a fucking beautiful ass," he whispered as he stroked her firm skin. His fingers massaged her buttocks, every once in awhile pinching the tender bottom. The resultant pain caused her to squirmed, but she didn't stop her sucking.

Rodger started slapping her, each blow landing just a little harder than the last one. Debbie, her mouth stuffed with Dale's slowly hardening penis, whimpered in pain. Rodger moved his slaps lower, catching her tender upper thighs. Debbie tried to avoid the pain by opening her legs wider.

This only excited Rodger more. Now he could pinched the tender skin of her inner thighs hard between slaps. His other hand went to her vagina, spreading it wide. His fingers poked and probed her hole.

Despite the pain and discomfort, Debbie found herself responding to his touch. She felt shame as her vagina grew moist. "He's gonna rape the shit out of me in a minute. And here I'm getting all excited," she thought, horrified.

"All this gentle shit is turning you on, ain't it?" Rodger chuckled. "I knew you'd like it rough. Now, how you doing with Dale?"

"She's got me hard again. But I don't think I can cum," Dale said quickly.

"Don't worry about that," Rodger said. "Once your cock is buried in her hot cunt, you'll have all you can do not to cum. But I still have something I wanna do first. So you just lie there, and enjoy the slut's mouth for another couple of minutes."

Rodger stood over Debbie, and grabbed her arms. She started to straighten up, allowing Dale's penis to fall from her mouth.

"Get your fucking mouth back on that cock, bitch," Rodger said as he pushed her face back in Dale's crotch.

She felt him loop a rope around her arms just above the elbows, forcing her arms together. The pain it caused in her shoulders was unbearable. She cried out in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Dale asked.

"Don't worry. I'm not doing anything that will kill her. Not just yet," he added with a chuckle. "Just want to wrap her up bit. Kinda like a present. Yeah, that's it. A present."

He pulled the two ends of the rope through the ring on the chain around her neck. He then looped the rope around her bound wrists. He pulled the rope tight, causing the chain to tighten around her neck.

Taking one of the rope ends, he looped it around her ankle, and then under the bottom of her foot. He tied it with a double knot so it wouldn't come loose. He did the same with the other end to her other ankle and foot. He then adjusted the rope, removing any slack, and knotted it again.

Debbie quickly realized she couldn't stand or lie out straight. If she tried to easy the pressure on her arms or straighten her legs, the chain bit into her neck. The muscles in her stomach and thighs screamed as she tried to balance herself. If she tucked her knees under her, she was able to ease the pull against the chain.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he compared Debbie's bound form to his memory of his favorite picture. He wished he had a bar to force her legs wider apart. And some nipple clamps. But considering the short notice, he was happy with what he had worked out.

He bent over and picked up the broom handle. He rubbed it against her inner thighs and enjoyed the way her ass wiggled at its touch. "Get that ass up high. Higher," he ordered as he slapped the handle up between her legs, striking her vagina.

Debbie raised her buttocks as high as she could. In this position, her face pressed hard against Dale's groin.

The handle again smashed into her exposed vagina, as Rodger said, "Comon, move that mouth on that cock. No one said you could take a break."

Debbie moved her head rapidly up and down. Anything to avoid being hit again between her legs. The chain tightened and released around her neck as her head moved. Her legs hurt. Her arms were becoming numb as the rope cut off her circulation. And her knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor.

"Let's see if she's ready yet," Rodger said as he knelt behind her. He ran his fingers alone her vagina. "Shit, you're dry as hell. Guess we'll just have to prime the pump a bit," he said with vicious chuckle.

He located her clitoris with his fingers. He rubbed it lightly. He caught it between his finger tips, and moved it back and forth. His other hand teased her opening until at last he again felt her getting moist.

"Now, that's more like it. Maybe you just need a little more priming." Rodger picked up the handle and placed the tip against her opening. Slowly he pushed it in as his fingers continue to play with her enlarged clit.

Debbie lifted her head to protest when she felt the cold wood against her. Instead, she screamed as the handle was pushed deeper between her legs. A hot searing pain shot through her groin as she felt something tear. She tried to pull away from the probing handle, but only tightened the chain around her neck.

Rodger jammed the handle in deeper as he pulled hard on the rope above her elbows. The chain around her throat tightened.

"Get back on that cock, bitch," he snarled.

Tears filled her eyes, as Debbie pleaded, "Take it out. Please Rodger, it hurts so bad. Please take it out."

Intending to hit her with it, Rodger pulled the handle from her vagina. He saw traces of blood on the end. "Fucking cunt's a virgin," he thought. The fact that she hadn't told him that, angered him even more. He stood and brought the handle down hard, striking her hip.

The force of the blow knocked her sideways. She sprawled on her back, her legs twisting, causing the ropes to be pulled taunt. The chain cut into her neck, breaking the skin. She tried to turn on her side so she could pull her legs up.

Rodger speared her vagina with the handle, pinning her. He watched as she struggled to breathe. He kicked her legs under her, and pressed the handle further in her vagina.

"Fuck it bitch. Let's see you move those hips," he said as he pulled the handle part way out.

Debbie arched her back as she moved her feet tight against her buttocks. Lifting her head, she was able to pull the rope so it allowed some slack in the chain. Again she was able to breathe.

Looking up at Rodger in terror, she pleaded, "Please don't. It hurts. It hurts real bad."

"You should have told me you were still a fucking cherry. I could have been your first. You fucking lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you. Really I didn't. You never asked me. Please Rodger, no more. I can't . . ."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking slut," he screamed at her. "You begged me to fuck you. Virgins don't do stuff like that. You made me believe you'd done this before. You knew I was gonna have Dale fuck you first. You did it to spite me, so I wouldn't get your cherry."

He yanked the handle from between her legs, and started beating her with it. Debbie rolled over on to her side and tried to roll into a ball. The handle slammed down on her again and again.

"Stop it Rodger. You gonna kill her," Dale called out as he tried to get to his feet.

Rodger turned, and swung the handle at Dale. It caught him across the back, knocking him to the floor.

"So you want to fuck Dale, do you? Okay. Get over there," Rodger said. He prodded her with the handle until she scrambled to where Dale lay. "Climb on that cock, and fuck him," Rodger ordered, striking her legs.

Debbie rolled herself on top of Dale. She straddled his hips. Bending low at the waist so as not pull too hard on the rope, she managed to position herself over his penis. Dale's penis had lost it's hardness, and laid lifeless beneath her. She rubbed her vagina against it, hoping to revive it.

"I said fuck him, bitch," Rodger screamed as he struck her buttocks with the handle.

Debbie lurched forward with the blow. The chain cut into her neck as she struggled desperately to right herself.

"Please," she pleaded with Dale. "Help me. Please. Stick it in."

Dale took his limp penis in his hand and tried to stuff it into her opening.

"Yes. Yes, that's it," she sobbed as she felt his penis enter her hurting vagina. She spread her legs wider, trying to make the entry as easy as possible.

Again the handle slammed against her buttocks. She fell forward, as Dale's penis slipped out.

"I said fuck him, bitch. Or would you rather fuck my knife?" Rodger said, in a cold voice.

Debbie again straightened. Her eyes pleaded with Dale to help. He grabbed his penis, and shoved it back in her vagina. He held it there as he lifted his hips. With a look of gratitude, Debbie started to raise and lowered her hips. Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his penis stiffen.

Tears streaming down her face, Debbie continue to ride Dale's shaft. Each thrust in her, caused a searing pain. Her throat burned from where the chain had cut into her skin.

Her arms and legs screamed in protest from abuse. Her hip was also starting to hurt pretty bad where Rodger had beaten her with the broom handle. And she felt a stabbing pain in her side, every time she tried to take a deep breath.

Nothing could be worse than what Rodger had already done to her. But she didn't dare stop. She knew now that he really was crazy. She hoped he wouldn't kill her. But she was afraid if she upset him any more, he would.

Dale saw the fear and pain reflected in Debbie's face. He wished there was something he could do to help her. Something he could to stop Rodger. He wished he wasn't such a coward. But he knew he was no match for Rodger.

Dale reached up, and wiped the tears from Debbie's face. He lifted his head, and gently kissed her. She rested her head on his, trying to reduce the strain on her back and legs. Dale moved his hands to support her torso, to help some.

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Now isn't this a pretty picture. The two virgins sharing their first fuck," Rodger said with wicked laugh. He moved behind Debbie and knelt, straddling Dale's legs. "Everyone's having a good time but me. Think it's time for me to join the party."

He ran his hands over her buttocks. His fingers ran along crack between her nether cheeks. He moved closer, and allowed his shaft to bump against her.

Debbie shuddered at his touch. But impaled on Dale's penis, she was unable to move away from him. When his finger brushed her rectum, she cried out, "Please Rodger, don't."

"Don't? Don't what, bitch," he growled in response as he pulled hard on the rope running down her back.

Her head was jerked back as the chain tighten, forcing her down hard on Dale's shaft. She tried to scream as pain racked her body, but she couldn't draw a breath.

Rodger laughed as he watched her struggle against the chain. Still pulling on the chain, he forced a finger into her anal canal. Debbie bucked wildly, trying to dislodge his finger.

"Well, lookie here. Looks like I found somewhere you're still cherry," Rodger said as he cruelly forced a second finger into the small opening.

It felt as if someone was forcing a burning rod into her rectum. She thought she was going to pass out. And prayed that she would. Rodger was intent on watching his fingers move in and out of her ass. He relaxed his hold on the rope, allowing Debbie to breath again.

"Please," she gasped. "Please Rodger."

"Don't worry, bitch. You don't have to beg me to fuck this tight ass. I've been waiting a long time to do just that." With that he forced a third finger up her rectum.

"No! Please Rodger. It hurts," Debbie cried out.

"No? You don't want my cock up your fucking ass? Would you rather I shoved the fucking handle in there instead? Maybe I can push it right through to your fucking mouth. Or maybe I'll just slice it open wider with my knife. What do you think?"

Debbie felt the point of his knife dig into her buttocks. His fingers continued to ream her rectum. She tried to scramble away from him, but the knife just cut deeper into her. She could feel something warm running down her leg. The pain was more than she could take.

"God, it hurts," she cried out. "Please take it out, Rodger. I'll do anything. Don't kill me, please."

He twisted the blade in her, as he asked, "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass. Anything, but the knife."

She felt the knife being pulled from her flesh. She collapsed on Dale beneath her. But her respite was short lived as Rodger placed the tip of his cock against her anus.

Her sphincter muscles contracted in protest as he forced his cock into the tiny opening. She could feel her insides tear before his onslaught. She could feel both shafts push against the thin wall separating her vaginal and rectal canals.

"God, she's tight," Rodger thought. He withdrew his cock only to shove it in deeper. He continued to ram it in until he could go no further. At last he was living his fantasy.

Rodger's penetration of her ass had caused her to lift her hips higher. In doing so, Dale's penis slipped out. Dale lay there, too afraid to move. He hadn't come, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get away from here.

Debbie was lost in the pain. Only the knife had caused more pain then she was feeling right now. She didn't dare move, for the slightest movement sent waves of molten hot pain throughout her body.

Rodger noticed her stillness. Anger flared in him. Who the hell did she think she was, making him do all the work. She was the slave. She should be fucking him, not the other way around. He sat back, pulling all but the very tip of his cock from her ass.

"What's the matter? Too tired to fuck?" he asked her. "Maybe you need some help," he said as he stuck the tip of the knife into the soft skin just above her hip.

Debbie cried out in pain. She pushed back against his cock.

"That's better. But I don't hear you begging for it any more." He pushed the knife in a little deeper.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she pleaded.

"Fuck your ass, bitch," he corrected, giving the blade a slight turn.

The fear, pain and degradation was more than her mind could take. Her conscious mind shut down, blocking out the brutality being inflicted on her body. She shoved her ass hard upon his cock as she softly whispered, "Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass, please fuck my ass, please . . ."

Her body movements became more rapid, as the volume of her voice increased. Rodger was forced to hold on her hips to prevent being knocked over backward. Debbie rocked back and forth, his cock entering her fully with a single stroke.

Rodger was lost in the sensation. He never imagined it would be this good. Her ass was so tight, his cock tingled with the friction. He felt as if his whole body was about to explode with pleasure.

He felt the pressure building up within him. And he knew he wouldn't be able to last much more. He wanted so much to come into her ass. He wanted to fill her ass up with his hot cum, and watch as it flowed back out.

But that wasn't part of the fantasy. And he had worked too hard, getting everything just right, to fuck it up now. Reluctantly he pulled his throbbing cock from her ass. Mindlessly, Debbie continued to slam herself upon a cock that wasn't there.

Rodger reached up and grabbed the chain around her neck. He pulled her around until her face was inches from his blood and feces covered cock. "Lick it," he ordered.

Without hesitation, Debbie pressed her lips against his shaft. Her tongue licked it from tip to base.

Shit, Rodger swore. Her tongue was driving him crazy. He felt as if he would cum any minute yet. But she wasn't done licking his cock clean. He reached down and squeezed his balls hard. The pain dampened his passion.

He allowed her to finish her task. Once his cock was clean enough, he pulled her face away. He felt a stab of pure pleasure, deep in his balls, as he gaze upon her face. Her lips and checks were smeared with blood and shit.

"Very good," he said. "Now suck it. And suck it hard."

He shoved his cock deep in her mouth. Grabbing her head, he moved it back and forth, driving his cock down her throat.

"Suck it good, slut. Show me how sorry you are," he groaned.

Debbie started rocking on her knees again, like she did when he was reaming her ass. Her eyes were vacant, and dry. Her movements purely reflexive.

She no longer felt the chain tighten around her neck, each time she stretched forward to take his entire length in her mouth. She no longer felt the burning pain in her rectum. She was no longer Debbie. Just a mindless thing to be ordered about, and used.

Rodger felt his cum rise within him. He knew he was supposed to pull out of her mouth at the last moment. And cum all over her face like he had earlier. But the pleasure was too much. He couldn't stop now.

It had never felt this good. Not with any of the other sluts he had forced to suck him off. Not even when he fantasized with his magazine. He let out a low moan, as his cum, like liquid fire, shot into the depths of her beautiful mouth.

No longer satisfied with Debbie's efforts, he grabbed her head, and slammed his cock repeatedly into the back of her mouth. Spurt, after spurt of hot cum exploded from his cock. And each time it did, pleasure, like he had never known before, tore through him, leaving him gasping for breath.

Finally spent, he pushed her away. His hand gently caressed his softening shaft as he watched Debbie's mouth continue to make sucking motions. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head closer. He wiped his hands in her hair. And then, slowly, he wiped his cock, the silky texture of her hair sending small aftershocks down his cock to his balls.

Rodger smiled down at the still body. "Not bad, slut. Not bad at all." He reached for her tit, and pinched it hard. He was disappointed by the lack of response. "But you'll be a lot better next time."

"Next time?" Dale said. He had managed to crawl out from under, when Rodger had forced Debbie to suck his cock. "Next time? You're fucking crazy. You almost killed her. Shit, when they find out what we did to her. What you did to her! They'll lock us up and throw away the key."

"And who's gonna tell them?" Rodger asked as he got to his feet.

"Who's gonna tell them? You think Debbie enjoyed it so much, that she'd keep it a secret?"

"She won't say a word. She knows what will happen to her if she did. No, I can't think of anyone who'd be stupid enough to open their mouth about what happened here tonight. No one except you."

Dale backed way. "I wouldn't say anything. I ain't that stupid."

"Good," Rodger replied. "Because, you're in this as deep as I am. She sucked you off first. And your's was the first cock up her cunt. And when they come for me, you can bet your sweet ass, you'll be right there with me."

Rodger had moved until he stood in front of Dale. He fixed his clothes as he stared intently at the frightened boy. His hand flashed out, and caught Dale by the balls.

"And I promise you this. If I ever find out it was you who squealed, I tear your fucking cock off at the root. Even if I have to do with my teeth."

He squeezed hard. Dale screamed in pain. He tried to tear Rodger's hand from his groin, but only made it worse. He turned his head, and threw up. Rodger released his grasp, and laughed as Dale fell to the floor, clutching his testicles.

"Get dressed, and help me clean up in here," Rodger ordered as he went to where Debbie lay.

He used his knife to cut the ropes from her body. He removed the chain from around her neck, and the tape from around her wrists. All the time, she lay there, lifeless. He jammed his hand into her vagina, and smiled as her body twitched.

"Looks like you're still with us, slut. Good! Just remember. If you say a word to anyone, I'll kill you. And it won't be quick, either. First, I'll cut off your tits, and make you eat them piece by piece. And then, I'll cut you from your cunt to your ass, so you'll have one big hole to fuck."

He again jammed his hand in her cunt. "Do you hear me, bitch?" he shouted.

"Please, no more. No more," she whimpered.

Rodger laughed. "Good girl. I knew you'd be lots of fun. Can't wait until we do this again."

The two boys quickly gathered up the stuff Rodger had brought. When Rodger started to leave, Dale protested, "We can't leave her here like that."

"You wanna be around when they see her like that?" Rodger asked, with a chuckle. "Don't worry. She'll be fine in a while. She can find her own way home. Comon, get you ass moving."

Reluctantly, Dale followed Rodger out of the shed. He glanced back to look at Debbie. "My God," he thought. "What have I gotten myself into?"

As the two boys walked home, Rodger couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good. He was flying high on the feelings he had just experienced. He still had a hard time believing everything went so perfectly.

After warning Dale again what would happen if he should mention anything to anyone, Rodger went home. When he arrived home, his mother was busy ironing his father's shirts. The old man was knocking back beer as he watched something on TV.

Rodger mumbled something about being tired, and went to his room. He grabbed the magazine from its hiding place and opened it to the picture. His mind compared the printed image with the mental one from that evening. He tossed the magazine into the wastepaper basket. He didn't need shit like that any more. No sir. He had the real thing now. Even now, he could feel himself harden remembering.

He still didn't believe the electrifying pleasure he had experienced as he fucked her tight ass. And when she sucked his shit covered cock. But the best part was the absolute fear he had seen in her face. And the sense of absolute power he had felt. She had done anything he wanted. She had begged him to do it.

"Next time," he thought, "she'll know I don't fuck around, and she'll try even harder. And next time, it will be just her and me. That fucking fag, Dale nearly screwed everything up tonight.

But next time, it will be just the two of us. But I have to do it right this time. I have to figure out a way to make that bar for her legs. And maybe I could use a couple of those big metal clips on her nipples."

As he imagined Debbie helpless, he jerked off. He played the evening over in his mind, taking note of things that needed to be changed or improved for the next time. He wondered where he could get a riding crop. And he'd have to stop at the hardware store. He needed lots of chains to make everything perfect.

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