Chapter 7
Tisa walked to school alone, holding her books against her chest. She felt almost as if she was clinging to them. She felt as if they were the only thing left that she had to do, reading them and studying and all that.
For ever since that night when she'd come home late, her father had inflicted a strong curfew upon her. He had told her that she must come home from school every day as soon as class let out, and she had to study. At night, she was allowed to watch television, but if any boy were to call and ask her out, she had to refuse.
The only boy who had been calling recently was Jerry. He'd started to call her about three weeks after Debbie had run off, this time for good. Debbie had come back to school two days after her beating, and all she'd been talking about was how she was going to run away and never come back.
She'd asked Tisa to run off with her, but Tisa had said she didn't really feel like leaving right now. She was a little scared of not making it again, because she had seen great changes in her father.
They'd started that night when he whipped her for coming home late from school, after he claimed that Tisa had lied about being at Debbie's. She heard the sound of lashings coming from her parent's bedroom, and she could hear the way her mother was moaning. She'd gotten out of bed and had walked down the hall to watch.
The young blonde had been shocked to see the way he'd tied her mother to the bed. She'd thought about going into the room with a knife and saving her mother, the same way that her mother had saved her earlier in the evening.
She thought about it, yet she did nothing. There was nothing that she could do. She heard him telling her mother how he was doing this to her because of her interference when he had been whipping Tisa herself, and Tisa was sure that if she interfered now, her father would get back at her again.
So she had refused to run off with Debbie, just because she didn't want to leave her mother all alone in the house with him. And of course, also out of fear of his catching her if she didn't make it.
Then, a few days later, Debbie was gone. Tisa knew for sure when Debbie's parents had called her house, and her mother had answered the phone. Her mother had called her to the phone, and Tisa started to talk to Debbie's mother.
She tried not to let the woman know how happy she was that Debbie had made it, and deep down, she was hoping that Debbie would never be caught. After all, Tisa could hear the sincerity in Debbie's mother's voice. The woman was acting like she was really upset about her daughter having run off.
And hadn't she been the one who had told Debbie she didn't care if she ran off?
She was a hypocrite, and after Tisa hung up, she turned to her mother.
"She made it, Mom. Debbie got away."
"I'm surprised at you, Tisa. You're talking like the girl was involved in something so horrible that she had to get out."
"She was. I was there that day. I didn't lie. Her parents are horrible. Both of them are like Dad is. Can you imagine that? At least I have you to talk to."
She remembered that Debbie had told her that exact same thing, and she knew that she was going to miss Debbie more than any of her other friends.
Of course, there were reasons for that. Ever since the day when Tisa had gone over to visit Debbie, she'd been having dreams. She'd been dreaming about her friend, not tied up the way she had been, but spread naked on the bed anyway.
As she would remember the way she had been licking Debbie's cunt lips and taking in the sweet flavor of her pussy, she had started to play with herself. She still had some scabs on her body from the last lashing, which had been a few days before she had her first fantasy about Debbie, which was a few days after Debbie had run off.
Tisa had felt her pussy swelling, and getting wetter and wetter by the second. She'd started to wiggle her love button back and forth gently, and she'd moaned softly into her pillow, just to keep from having her father come into the room.
Her cunt swelled with more and more pleasure, as she remembered how much she had pleased Debbie while eating her. She did think, too, of the way the girl had been tied, remembering that her tongue had brought Debbie her only pleasures during those many hours when she was a bound victim. •
The dream started to occur almost every night, and sometimes, Tisa would cry herself to sleep, thinking that she would never see Debbie again.
And another thing was occurring, almost every night. Her father was beating up on her mother, more often than not. Tisa would hear the sound of painful groans, and she would usually sneak down the hall to watch, just to see if it was happening all over again. She knew why he was doing it. She knew the first night.
"If this is the only way I can take you from now on, then this is what I'm going to have to do," he'd screamed at his wife, as he tied her wrists together with a thick leather strap, then pulled the leather to the headboard.
That time, he spread her legs, too, and took more leather straps. He tied one around each ankle, then yanked hard and pulled the leather toward the posts at the foot of the bed. Then, he took a whip.
She'd never seen him using a whip before, because he had just been using his leather belts. The whip looked more menacing than the belt, and Tisa covered her mouth to keep from gasping too loud, especially when she saw how close her father came to whipping her mother right on the cunt lips.
Tisa had started to think about her mother's pussy then.
She'd seen it so many times, but she had never thought of making love to it. Still, when she saw the way he abused her, she remembered the way that Debbie had been abused by her parents, and how her tongue had soothed Debbie's flesh.
She saw lash marks on her mother's body, and thought about how her tongue would be able to lick the pain away. And as she would be licking the lash marks, her tongue would make its way down to her mother's cunt, and she would start to lick her pussy. She would work her mother's clit over, flicking it back and forth with her tongue, and in that way, she would make her mother feel pleasure.
For it was obvious that her father was not doing that job anymore. It was obvious that if he was bringing any feelings to Tisa's mother at all, they were feelings of pain, anger and disgust. Tisa hated him even more.
Then, about two weeks after Debbie had run off, Jerry called her for a date. She had to refuse, because her father would not let her go out. He still came on to her at school, and just a few weeks back, she'd let him drive her home. As he had been driving down the street, slowly, he had taken her hand.
"You know, I do miss Debbie," he had said to her. "I really do miss her."
And as he had been speaking, she'd felt the way he took her hand and moved it right to his crotch. He forced her to start massaging his cock bulge, and she looked at him with a glint of hatred in her eyes.
"So this is what you miss about her, right?" she asked. "You just want someone to suck you off. You just need someone to get your rocks off."
"That's not true, Tisa. I like you. I've always liked you. I even forgive you for wrecking my car that last time you tried to run off."
"Well, thanks a fucking heap," she said to him. "I was feeling so much fucking guilt about your fucking car. I'm glad you eased my fucking mind."
"Hey, don't take it like that, Tisa. I didn't mean it that way."
"Then what the fuck do you mean by doing this?" she asked, and she pulled her hand away from his hand, and of course, from his crotch and held it up, so he would know that was what she was talking about.
Then he said it. He said something that made her go down on him.
"Well, it's just that I did want to see. I mean, a lot of the guys at school have been talking about you, and how cold you are toward boys. You know what that means, don't you? I mean, they all start to think it after a while."
"All start to think what?" she asked, knowing pretty much what he would say.
"That you're a lesbian. That you don't like men. That's what."
As soon as he had said it, she'd panicked. She knew that her dreams about Debbie and her sweet dripping pussy, as well as her fantasies about her mother and how she would like to bring her mother's bruised body some pleasure, were sure signs that she was a lesbian.
She had thought about her lust for pussy, but she had never come out and used the word lesbian before, in order to describe it. She knew that was what she was becoming, but she didn't want talk like that going around the school.
So, in order to have Jerry change the rumor, she pulled his cock out of his pants. She leaned over, trying not to hit her head against the steering wheel, and she started to take his cock head between her lips. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock a little bit.
And she did not like it at all. She did not like it because he not only tasted as good as she thought pussies tasted, but also because he moved his hand behind her head and started to push her down.
His grip was strong. She could not pull her head away from his hand, because he was soon pulling on her hair, and she could feel the way his cock was starting to enter his throat. She thought that she was going to gag on it, which she did, and she could feel tears streaming from her eyes.
She moaned around his cock, and managed to pull her mouth back. Then, she slid her hand around the base of his cock, and she started to slide her lips up and down the shaft, only moving as far down as her fist would allow. She liked it much better that way, as long as he didn't enter her throat.
Tisa didn't even have to know what to do to turn a man on. She could hear him telling her all kinds of things, and she listened.
"Flick your tongue over my cock head. I love that. I love it when it feels like you're driving your tongue into my slit."
So she did it. It was no skin off her nose, and he would be coming faster, too.
She did not expect to like the taste of his come, and her expectations were met. One of the reasons why, she knew, was because of the way he really tired to force her lips down when he was getting ready to come, as if he wanted to shoot his come load right into her throat, something she did not want at all.
She managed to keep her hand in place, and as he was throbbing, she wanted to pull her mouth away so badly.
But he held her down, and he started to shoot his load into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, so that as she was sucking the come out of him, it was also sliding right down her throat. That way, she didn't have to taste it for too long.
Tisa kept her lips around his cock until he let up on the back of her head, and when she pulled her mouth back, she licked her lips. That way, he would think she had loved the taste of his come, and he did.
"Yeah, you ain't no dyke," he said to her, smiling proudly. "No lesbian would eat my dick the way that you did. What enthusiasm. What gusto."
What an asshole, she had thought. He couldn't even tell the difference between a girl who loved to eat cock and a girl who hated it. But she was really glad that he thought she loved it. All lesbian rumors about her would be stopped.
Tisa had only sucked his cock for him once, and she didn't mind her father's punishment when it came to having to deal with Jerry. After all, it was her father who was not letting her go out at night with boys. She could tell Jerry that she really did want to see him (which was a lie) but that her father would not allow it, as he was punishing her, and trying to make sure she would not run off again.
And that saved her from having to let him fuck her, because she knew that would have come next.
He had told her as much the day that she sucked him off. After he pulled up in front of her house, and she started to get out, he grabbed her hand.
"I want to feel my cock inside of you next time," he said.
"Sure," she told him. "Don't worry. You will."
But she knew that there would be no next time. She could not go out with him at night, and even when he picked her up again and offered her a ride home, she could take it, but tell him that there would be no time.
Now, as she was walking toward the school, she was wondering what Jerry would try next. Just as she was wondering, he pulled right up in his car beside her.
"Would you like a lift to school?" he asked her.
"No, I'm fine, Jerry," Tisa told him. "I like to walk. It will be okay."
"No, come on. Look, I know for a fact that they're going to be having a fire drill during the first period today. We can make it to school late and they'd never even know, because they'll all be outside."
"How do you know something like that?" she asked, not wanting to come right out and tell him she thought he was full of shit.
"Inside info. Come on, Tisa. I know a place where we can go."
She kept looking into his eyes. She kept wondering if she should let him have her once. After all, she was the slightest bit curious about what a cock felt like. And she'd already sucked his cock off once for him.
She thought that she could get him to eat her first, and that would be nice. Then she would get him to fuck her, but she would not let him put his cock into her mouth. At least then she would know what a dick felt like.
She slid into the car, and sat next to him. The moment the door was closed, he floored the gas pedal, and the two of them were off. She saw him turn down a narrow road, and she knew he was taking her to Pleasure Cove. She knew that people went there late at night, and was a little bit scared about going there during the day.
Still, she had never been there, and as he stopped the car and turned to face her, he moved his lips to hers. She thought that he was too aggressive when it came to kissing her, but she moved with it.
Then she could feel the way he started to open her blouse buttons. He moved his mouth down to one of her tits, and sucked hard on her nipple. She could feel the way her nipple was beginning to respond, and she closed her eyes.
She knew why she was responding. She could see an image of Debbie lying naked on a bed, with one leg raised a little bit. That way, she could see her friend's cunt lips spread even wider for her, and she could imagine that she was moving her mouth right down to those lips to take in the taste!
"Yeah, you're getting real hot," she heard Jerry say. "I love it."
She felt him opening her pants, and he slid them and her panties down around her feet, and pulled them off, letting them fall on the front seat of the car. Tisa felt his lips moving toward her pussy then.
"Oh, a true blonde. I love it. I love the hairs right here."
He first started to lick her blonde cunt hairs, and she imagined that it was Debbie licking her. She could feel the way her clit began to respond, tingling a little bit, and she thrust herself upward a little more.
He sucked harder on her clit, and she came rather mildly.
She came, because in her mind, Debbie's cunt was flooding her face with come. She was sucking for air a little bit, and Jerry had to be thinking that she was trying to catch her breath. Instead, Tisa was sucking as if she was sucking the juices out of a wet, flowing cunt, and she loved her fantasy.
Jerry started to wiggle her clit faster, and she could feel the way he was moving his linger in and out of her pussy. He started to wiggle her clit a little bit and as much as she thought it felt nice, he was being much too hard.
She kept thinking that she didn't like someone to be so hard on her. Her father had seen to that, what with his whippings and all.
But maybe that was just the way men were. Maybe men just didn't know how to be more gentle, she was thinking. And if that was the case, then fuck them all, she could do without any man for the rest of her life.
When he started to lick his way up her body, she could feel his cock nibbling against her thigh. He was holding his dick at the base, moving it closer and closer to her pussy lips. She could feel some sense of panic spreading through her body, particularly when she felt the way her cunt lips spread to take in his cock head.
Tisa just prayed that it would not hurt. She started to dream about having Debbie sitting on her face, thinking that dreams of a flowing cunt would make it so much easier for her to handle. And it did, a little.
Jerry thrust his cock all the way into her. She felt as if her privacy was being invaded, and she didn't really like it too much. He held onto her hips, and he started to ram his cock in and out of her, rather fast.
Each time he rammed it in, Tisa could feel her thighs stinging.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, for a brief second, she could see the way he had his eyes closed, and how he had this look of determination on his face. She saw how he licked his lips a little bit.
Then she closed her eyes. It was not turning her on to watch him. If anything, it was turning her off. She felt like nothing but a big cunt for him to fuck, and she didn't like that feeling at all.
But Tisa started to talk herself into liking it. She started to tell herself that this was just the way it was, and because she wanted to make him think she was getting turned on, she faked her moans.
"Oh yeah, keep thrusting," she started to say to him. "Shit, I can feel it starting to happen now. I can feel it. Oh, it's wonderful."
And she could only think about how stupid he had to be to fall for it. She could only think that most men probably knew very little about the way a woman worked, and he was a typical example. She could pretend that she was coming, and he didn't even know enough about real pussy spasms to know she was lying to him.
She could sense something else, too. Her talking was turning him on more and more, so she continued to talk. The sooner he'd come, the better she would feel, she knew.
When his cock started to throb, she moaned loud, to cover up for the groans that she wanted to let out. His throbbing felt as if it was ripping her apart, and she didn't want to let him know that. Still and all, she loved the fact that it was going to be over so soon, and when he started to come in her, she moaned.
"Yes, keep filling me with that cream of yours, baby. Yes, I love it."
She was lying. She hated every second of it, but there was no reason to let him know.
He kept thrusting in and out of her for the longest time, until his cock just went limp and he fell out of her. He rested on top of her for a while, and then he moved his lips down to hers and kissed her.
After that, she sensed that he didn't give a shit about her. He had gotten his rocks off, and he was stuffing his spent dick back into his pants. He started the car and started to drive to school before he even gave her a chance to put her pants back on, but she did so during the drive.
As they pulled up in front of the school, there was silence in the car. She saw that he had been right. Everyone was outside, because they were in the middle of a fire drill, and he parked and the two of them joined their class.
"Thanks," he said to her, as he kissed her ear, then went to stand with some of his buddies. She was sure he would tell them he'd just fucked her, and she was happy that he would do it. Now, there would be no doubts among the boys about her sexuality, and it was even enough to make her snicker, and think about what a bunch of assholes almost all of those boys were.
As she stood alone, a few feet away from a group of girls in her class, she was still clutching her books. Suddenly, she thought she heard something.
"Psst. Psst. Tisa. Over here. Over here," the voice was saying.
She turned around to look, but saw nothing. Then, as the classes started to walk back into the school, she heard it again.
"Psst. Psst. Don't go back in yet. Come here, Tisa. Behind these bushes."
She was scared, and a little curious. She started to back up a little bit, and moved closer to the bushes. Then, she could see her.
"Debbie!" she cried out, in a voice low enough so no one would hear.