16 comments/ 326770 views/ 292 favorites Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 01 By: TheTitLover Welcome. This is my first attempt at a story and I have no formal training. Feel free to send feedback, but remember that statement. I plan to write more, but I don't get a lot of time for it, so if you like it, please be prepared to wait. Get to know Tommy; he should have a very bright future. * * * Tommy looked up at the clock on the wall, nearly home time. Another Friday gone and then on to the weekend. He was especially looking forward to this weekend, as his best friend Brian Cherry had invited him to a sleep over. They were going to stay up really late and play video games, and maybe watch a couple of their favourite movies. The class started sneakily packing their belongings, knowing how close it was to home time. Tommy joined them, knowing Miss Bush wouldn't tell him off even if she saw him, as he was one of her favourite students. As he looked at her, she reacted to the rustling of the class as they packed backpacks, looking up her eyes immediately found Tommy's and she smiled at him for a moment before returning her attention to the work on her desk. After another moment she checked her watch and dismissed the class, "Okay, you might as well all go now, I can see you won't be doing any more work anyway," and then returned her attention to the work on her desk. Various thanks, goodbyes and well-wishes for the weekend drifted to Miss Bush as the class filed out. Soon Tommy was walking past her to the door, "Goodbye Miss Bush, have a nice weekend." She looked up at Tommy, not far though, as he was not very tall, only about 5 feet. "Thank you Tommy, you take it easy and have a good weekend too. Don't forget the assignment is due Monday week." "Thanks Miss Bush, I won't." With that Tommy walked into the hall, and began his routine of trying not to get knocked over by the rest kids in the hallway, at least half of which were taller than him, despite the fact that he was in his last year of High School, and was already 19 years old. When Tommy was young, he had a disorder that had affected his growth. From age 5 to 10 he had not grown a great deal, and ever since then his body had lagged. He was constantly told by doctors and his mother that he would have a growth spurt anytime that would make up for the difference, though it hadn't yet arrived. He'd also missed enough school that meant he'd been held back, making him a year older than his peers. He'd worked hard at school to make up for it and his mother was now very proud of how good his grades were. Reaching the parking lot Tommy looked around enviously at the kids hopping in their own cars. He had his licence, but not enough money to buy a car. Instead he looked around for his friend Brian or Brian's Mum's car, as they usually gave him a lift home. He would then get his stuff together and ride his bicycle over to their place. He hoped his Mum was home, but he didn't expect it, as she'd probably still be at work. She worked hard to support Tommy and herself as a single parent. Tommy had never known his father; he'd been killed in a car accident before his mother had even known she was pregnant with him. He spotted Brian waving to him, and he hurried over. Brian was much taller than Tommy, above average for his age. This was quite often a topic of ridicule among the rest of the school, the two geeks, a giant and his midget friend. Tommy and Brian had been good friends for years though, having the same interests. Tommy got in the BMW Mrs Cherry drove. Brian's father was some kind of banker, and flew around the country quite often doing something complicated for banks, Tommy had never really known. He'd always taken care of his family's financial needs though. A few years back Brian's Mum, Vicki, got wind of her husband's interstate activities, and was quickly divorced, receiving the house, car, and a healthy amount of money to live on, according to Brian. As he climbed in she asked, "Hi Tommy, have a good day?" Tommy couldn't really see Mrs Cherry sitting up front in the driver's seat. "Hi Mrs Cherry, it was ok, Friday's are always better, they seem to go fast, but it's never fast enough." Brian then interrupted to tell Tommy about a new game he'd gotten a couple of days ago, and Mrs Cherry let them chat as she drove Tommy to his house. Arriving home, Tommy hopped out of the car, waving to Brian and his Mum, telling them he'd be over soon. He entered his house and called out for his Mum. The garage was always closed, so he never knew if she was home. She was apparently still at work. He went to the fridge and found a note. 'tommy, I'm sorry I won't be home when you finish school and I know you're off to brian's tonight, have a good time and call me if you need anything. I'm going to see your aunt pam, I should be home about 6, I'll miss you tonight, love mum' Tommy knew what a Mummy's-boy was, and wondered not for the first time if he was one. His Mum was very attached to him and protective, and always missed him even if he was only away overnight. They would always hang out together when he returned home. He didn't think that made him a Mummy's-boy though, because it was his Mum who was the clingy one. His Aunt Pam was 14 years younger than his Mum, closer to him in fact, at 26 only 7 years older than him. He was surprised his Mum was going to see her on a Friday night, as Aunt Pam was usually too busy going out on the town. He packed a change of clothes grabbed his pocket money, then got his bike out of the garage and rode over to Brian's. Mrs Cherry let him in and told him Brian was in the den. Mrs Cherry had changed into a workout outfit, including what looked to him like a one piece swimsuit and leotards. He tried desperately not to perv on her, but she turned to lead him toward Brian in the den, and he was able to admire the way the suit split her arse cheeks in two. He felt his cock begin to stir in his pants and immediately looked away. The last thing he wanted was a boner just as he arrived to hang out with Brian. He'd always thought Mrs Cherry was very pretty. Her skin was olive coloured and she had wavy brown hair, with a bit of styling to it. He'd seen pictures of Farrah Fawcett from that old Charlie's Angels TV show, and always thought Mrs Cherry's hair was a brunette version. She had thick lips, without looking ridiculous. But every time Tommy looked at her, he mainly saw the generous swell of her breasts, quite large under whatever top she wore, though he thought she never wore anything that complimented or presented them. She pointed down the hall to the den, though Tommy knew where it was, while she headed for the room where she'd set up a small personal gym. Tommy sat beside Brian on the couch, satisfied his boner had left. Brian was playing the new Batman game, and Tommy was soon caught up in it as well. A couple of hours later the doorbell rang, though the boys were too engrossed in their game to notice. A few minutes later they heard raised voices from the front of the house, one was Mrs. Cherry, but Tommy didn't recognise the other. Brian paused the game, "That's my Dad I think. Mum and Dad sound like that every time they see one another now." They heard footsteps coming toward them and Brian resumed the game, though he certainly wasn't into it anymore. Tommy looked up as Mrs Cherry came into the den still dressed to work out, obviously angry, she was breathing hard, and her chest was noticeably rising, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Tommy tried not to look at the drops of sweat as they slid toward the few inches of cleavage she had showing above her suit. "Brian, your father is here. He said he had an unexpected job out here, and he'd like to take you for the weekend. I explained you had a friend over, but he pointed out he doesn't get much time with you during the school term, so I said I'd ask you." Brian turned to Tommy, and Tommy knew he would want to go with his father, and Tommy felt no regret or sadness at all as he said, "Hey man, don't worry about me, you should go hang with your Dad. We can always do this again some other time for sure, but your Dad..." "Thanks Tommy, I really owe you one," he said as he jumped up and headed for his room to pack. Mrs Cherry had her eyes closed, and Tommy knew she was trying to control her emotions. Vicki felt torn, on one hand she was angry at her ex-husband, but on the other she was trying to be happy Brian had time with his father. There was also a bit of guilt for Tommy, as he'd only been here a few hours and now his friend was running out on their sleep over. Both were over 18, but so shy they often still seemed like little kids. Mrs Cherry opened her eyes, looked at Tommy and asked him to wait here while she helped Brian pack. Tommy saved Brian's game, and then idly played the game while he waited for things to settle down. He looked at his watch and saw that it was about ten past seven. His Mum would probably be over at Aunt Pam's now, and she didn't like him riding in the dark, but he didn't like interrupting her visit with her sister, so he decided he'd have to ask for a lift home from Mrs Cherry. About ten minutes later he heard Brian leaving with his Dad, soon after Mrs Cherry came back to the den, seeming much calmer, obviously now simply happy Brian was with his Dad. "I'm sorry Tommy, if I had any idea this would happen I wouldn't have let Brian invite you over." "That's ok Mrs Cherry, I know how it goes. I'm just happy Brian gets to see his Dad." Mrs Cherry looked at him for a moment, then, "How old are you now Tommy?" "I turned Nineteen two weeks ago." "Then I think you're old enough to stop this Mrs Cherry nonsense and start calling me Vicki..." "Mrs Cherry, I don't know if Brian–" "Brian has nothing to do with this Tommy, I'm sure he knows that my name isn't Mrs Cherry. Now, what are we going to do with you? I know your Mum won't like me sending you home on your bike, so I'll just give her a call first and then–" "NO!" That came out louder and more forceful than he intended, but he explained, "My Mum isn't home right now; she left me a note to say that since I was away she was going to see her sister Pam. She so rarely gets out that I don't want to disturb her. If you can just drop me off though, I'll come and pick up my bicycle tomorrow?" "So your Mum isn't home... well you're certainly old enough to be home alone it's true, but I don't feel right sending you home without telling her." Mrs Cherry thought for a moment. "Well, I need to get changed first anyway, once I've done that we'll sort out what we're going to do. Besides, if I know my son, you've barely had a go on that new video game anyway. So you just sit right here while I go get changed," with that, she left the room, heading to the bathroom obviously. Tommy played the game for a few minutes, but couldn't really get into it since he was leaving soon. He also felt the need to take a leak, so he paused the game and headed for the guest bathroom. As he approached saw steam coming out of the slightly opened door and heard the shower running. He was surprised since he was sure that Mrs Cherry had her own bathroom. He was about to turn around; when he realised he might be able to catch a glimpse of Mrs Cherry in the shower. He knew he shouldn't, as Brian was his best friend, but Mrs Cherry was so hot, and lately Tommy had been noticing certain attributes of women in his life much more. Tommy knew he was a late developer, which he knew was because of his condition when he was younger. It didn't annoy or upset him though, as he had been assured there was nothing wrong with him. He'd heard a lot of schoolyard talk when he was younger, so he knew bits and pieces, but he didn't really know just how inexperienced he was. About six months ago, Tommy had his first boner. He knew it was called an erection, but he thought of them as boners, like most boys his age he supposed. Erection just wasn't a cool name. Occasionally he would see things that would get him hard and occasionally he would just randomly get hard. About six weeks ago, he started having wet dreams. He knew what they were from sex ed., but it was still confronting. He had done his best to hide the sheets from his mother, but he knew she must have found them, and thought he was wetting the bed, but she hadn't said anything to him. What mattered though was that a few times he had dreamt of Mrs Cherry and the opportunity of maybe seeing her naked was just too good to pass up. He crept toward the open door and peaked through, but unfortunately the shower was on the wrong side of the room. He realised though that the bathroom mirror was perfectly positioned, all he had to do was stand up. He slowly did so. At first all he could see was steam, and the mirror was slightly fogged up, but as the steam swirled in the room, he caught sight of her. She was facing away from the mirror, so all he could see was her back. Her smooth skin was wet from the shower, with a few blemishes on her shoulder blades. Her wet her was slick on her back. Tommy felt pain as he realised his cock was getting hard, and was uncomfortably positioned in his pants. He reached down to adjust himself just as Mrs Cherry turned toward the mirror. He caught a glimpse of her big tits before he panicked and ran back to the den. No longer did he need to pee, instead he had a different need in his cock. He tried to put it out of mind, knowing he would get in so much trouble if he was caught in any way. So he started trying to play the video game again, but his concentration was terrible, and he was losing badly. His attention was entirely focussed on his hearing, listening to the shower. Before long he heard the shower shut off, and then heard Mrs Cherry walk to her bedroom. He willed himself to relax, but he just couldn't. Things were quiet for a while. Finally he began to relax. Then he felt the need to pee come back with a vengeance, and he rushed up to the bathroom. Vicki stood in her bedroom admiring herself in the full length mirror. Now that Brian and Tommy were going to be gone tonight, she was considering heading out for the night, maybe trying to score herself a stud. Most of the guys she found were not studs, but she was not about to stop looking. She'd put on a leather mini-skirt that stopped about halfway to her knees, sandals with a three inch heel, her black lace push-up bra, and a white blouse with a billowy, frilly decoration along the front. The bra was easily visible through her blouse, and she had a generous amount of cleavage showing. She was well-gifted in that department, just as her mother had been. She wore a DD cup, and any time she brought them out to play they were always the first thing a guy noticed about her. They were very sensitive, especially her long nipples, and she often found pleasure by playing with them herself. She'd kept herself very fit working in her gym, and her legs were toned. She turned to the side to admire the swell of her butt, and the dramatic way her bust stuck out above her waist. She went to check her watch and realised she left it in the main bathroom, where she showered after working out to keep her personal bathroom clean. As she went to enter she heard a sound like someone halfway through filling a bucket from a tap. She curiously turned toward the bathroom door, and then jumped back as she saw what was happening in there. Little Tommy Johnson was taking a leak. But it looked more like he was trying to extinguish a fire using a hose. He must have been holding onto it a while, as there was a lot of pressure. He must have forgotten to close the door in his hurry. She peeked around the corner to get another look at his dick. It must have been about 6" long completely flaccid. She was mesmerised by it. Immediately she had visions of that dick getting hard and her swallowing it, stuffing the monster down her throat. Tommy hadn't seen her, so caught up in the relief of peeing. She realised she had a unique opportunity here, Tommy was not expected at home, and her own son would not be around all weekend, she could be alone with him until tomorrow when his mother expected him home. She tiptoed back to her room, plotting. She wouldn't even have to get changed, aside from maybe her shoes. Vicki Cherry did an amazing job of playing the reserved, divorced, single mother; in fact so good she deserved an Oscar. Underneath that, was a side of her that Brian and Tommy had never seen, and that Brian's father had forgotten about as he had spent more time away. Tommy was in for a treat. * * * Tommy had gone back to the den and was idly waiting for Mrs Cherry to return to take him home. When she walked in, he was gobsmacked. He'd thought she was hot when he saw her after working out, but now she was a knockout. He wasn't sure why she'd dressed up to take him home, but he wasn't about to complain. She wasn't looking at him, but rather at something she held in her hands, so he looked her up and down, from her calf length leather boots that he'd learned were called 'come-fuck-me' boots, mid-thigh length leather mini-skirt, still-wet wild-looking hair and finally her white, slightly open blouse and mouth-watering cleavage. He saw her glance at him, and he closed his mouth which had gaped open. He wasn't sure, but he thought maybe she'd looked at his lap. He felt movement down there and tried to cross his legs to hide what he felt stirring. Mrs Cherry stepped around the couch, "I was thinking that since your Mum isn't home Tommy, we might as well have some dinner together." Tommy realised she held a pizza menu, "Did you want to – whoops!" As she went to hand the menu to Tommy, it slipped from her fingers and fell right in front of Tommy. "Clumsy me," she stepped in front of Tommy, and he was awarded with a magnificent view of her side-on. Her big tits just stuck way out in front of her. But it didn't stop there; she moved right in front of him and bent at the waist to retrieve the menu. Tommy was spellbound as he watched, as if she were in slow motion, as Mrs Cherry slowly bent over and stuck her arse out towards him. As she did so, her skirt worked down her hips enough for Tommy to see what must have been the hot pink strings from her underwear, rise up along her hips. His cock gave a twitch, as he realised he was fully hard, and close to an incident that might get him thrown out of this house forever, not to mention the embarrassment. Mrs Cherry was fully bent over, her arse presented perfectly encased within the leather mini-skirt. It felt to Tommy as if she stayed that way for hours. In all his dreams, he knew he'd never had anything quite as good as this, and he was desperately trying to think of something else to stop from cumming. Mrs Cherry raised herself slightly, but not completely, and turned to Tommy to hand him the menu. As she turned, he got a look at the long, deep, dark valley between her breasts, but he looked immediately into her eyes, as he was so close to an accident. She looked at him intently, and he'd never seen her look at him or anyone that way. Deciphering her look was something to occupy his mind, so he focussed on it. She looked... hungry, amused, like she had a secret she knew he wanted. He took the menu, "Thanks Mrs–" "That's Vicki remember?" "–Vicki... that's really nice of you," He glanced at the menu, but couldn't focus on it at all. Even though he was looking right at it, all he could see was her face, her deep cleavage, and her tight, round arse. "Uh... anything is fine with me." "Perfect," she said slowly, and took the menu from him and looked at it again. She stood up completely, "I love anything with a big sausage," she said and ran her other hand up along her stomach before lightly caressing her left tit, causing the flesh of her cleavage to bulge up and out of the bra cup that Tommy could see. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 01 He lost it. He'd been barely containing himself from the moment she walked in. He felt his cock convulse, and start to spew in his pants. It was the first time this had happened while he was awake. He knew what was happening though. He'd never masturbated, though he knew what it was. He'd never really had the need or opportunity. He knew for sure that if this was what masturbation felt like he would certainly be starting. He felt incredible, like his dick was eating chocolate or something. Due to his euphoria, he had trouble controlling his body, but he looked at Vicki to see if she had noticed, but she luckily she wasn't looking at him. He knew she would in a moment though, and he would be busted. Vicki held the menu in front of her face while she watched Tommy from the corner of her eye. The poor boy had been ready to pop from the moment she walked in. His pants had been tented all along, and the tent was definitely impressive, maybe big enough for her to camp in. She knew he only needed a little more stimulus, and so as she stood, she slowly grabbed her big left titty. He popped like a firecracker. She could tell immediately he was shooting in his pants, as his body had gone into convulsions. She was so turned on she felt her juices now start to trickle down her leg, having soaked her panties. She'd hit the jackpot, he'd cum just looking at her dressed the way she was. She knew she couldn't push Tommy yet though, there'd be plenty of time for that, but in a moment he would be embarrassed and try to leave or something. She had to leave to let him compose himself, "I'll just go get my phone Tommy." Tommy watched her leave, thankful. He was still shooting when she left. He tried to stop, knowing he had to do something to hide what had happened, but his cock didn't seem to want to stop. His whole body felt like it was being sucked down to his groin, or at least all his energy. He struggled to his feet though, desperate to get to the bathroom. Once he entered the bathroom, he felt his cock finally subside. He was still hard, but at least it had stopped. He pulled down his pants, noticing the front of his pants were quite soaked. Next was his underwear. He noticed straight away that they had been stretched out, which happened to him occasionally anyway. What he couldn't believe was the mess his cum had made inside them. They were completely soaked, and his cum was pooling in them. He was going to have to take them off. * * * When he came out of the bathroom, Vicki called to him from the kitchen. He went out and sat at the breakfast bench, while Vicki stood on the other side in the kitchen, drinking a glass of red wine. "I've ordered the pizzas, they shouldn't be too long." Tommy nodded; he was extremely worried about the wet patch on the front of his pants. He'd flushed his underwear down the toilet to avoid them embarrassing him, but he just couldn't get the pants dry, fortunately they were dark so the patch wasn't too noticeable. "So who's your girlfriend these days Tommy?" Tommy was a little shocked at the question, "No-one Mrs– I mean, Vicki. There used to be a girl I liked a lot. But she moved away about six years ago. I think all the girls think I'm too small." Vicki raised her eyebrows, "You're not small Tommy. You're certainly not small. Girls just don't know enough about you to appreciate you. I'm sure things will turn around before long and you'll have to beat them away with a stick." Tommy felt his cheeks redden, "Thanks Vicki." He still didn't quite feel right calling his friend's Mum Vicki. While she took a drink from her glass, Tommy looked at her chest again. It looked like her blouse had slipped open further, or maybe she had undone another button. He felt his cock shift and mentally swore. He couldn't believe this was happening again. "I've got an idea Tommy, why don't we watch a movie in the den while we eat? The Pizza won't be long. Why don't you go choose something?" Tommy, happy to be escaping without embarrassment this time, jumped up and hurried to the den to start looking for a movie. * * * Tommy had trouble picking something both he and Vicki would like, but eventually he'd just stuck in a Harold & Kumar movie, hoping Vicki would be ok with that. "I got the grub!" Vicki entered the den carrying the pizza, glasses and a bottle of wine. Tommy noticed that Vicki looked slightly tipsy, nothing major, just a little happier-looking. * * * Tommy didn't even notice the movie at all. He had one leg up on the couch, trying to hide the boner he had. Vicki looked to be completely engrossed in the movie. In one hand she held her glass of wine, and the other held the slice of pizza she was eating. Tommy was taking a risk and had been looking at Vicki the entire time. As she'd been eating, a few crumbs had been steadily falling into her cleavage, and Tommy couldn't tear his eyes away. As she reached for another bite, a slice of pepperoni fell off the slice and right onto her left boob. She looked at it and then looked at Tommy, "Tommy, could you be a dear and get that for me?" "Huh?" She nodded at the pepperoni, then motioned with the contents of her hands, "Hands full sweetie." Tommy was super excited. She'd just asked him to remove something from her tits, meaning he would have to touch them. He awkwardly moved over to her, trying to hide his situation. Then he reached out with his trembling right hand and gently touched all five fingers against her boob in a circle around the pepperoni. Cautiously and gently he prodded the boob a couple of times, watching it undulate. It was soft on the surface, though he could feel more weight to it underneath. Worried of her reaction he grabbed the pepperoni and removed it, then popped it in his mouth. She looked at him and smiled a goofy grin. As Tommy went to move away, she slipped her arm around his neck and said, "Sit here next to me." She pulled him against her and his left arm nuzzled up against her right breast. They sat that way for a while. He saw after a while he saw her look down into her cleavage. "Oh my, what a mess I've made of myself? Tommy, do you think you can help me again. There seems to be a lot of food in between my boobs honey, could you do me that favour again?" Tommy reached out with his hand dazedly. "Oh no, I don't think that will work this time, I think you'll need to use your tongue." Tommy looked up at Vicki, shocked. She looked back at him and nodded, "You can do it honey, thank you so much." Tommy stupidly stuck his tongue out and crawled up the couch toward her tits. Vicki turned slightly toward him to allow him better access. As soon as his tongue made contact with her flesh he heard her moan slightly, but from her face, he wouldn't have guessed she was reacting at all. He slowly ran his tongue up along her cleavage, gathering the crumbs that had collected there, each boob pressing slightly into his tongue. His nose was filled with the scent of her perfume, but he was entirely focussed on the feeling of running his tongue over her tits. He was taking his time, but no matter how slowly he went, he still came to the top of her cleavage. He held still, with his tongue still within the last cleft of her cleavage, not wanting to leave. He quickly decided to try for another pass, so moved his tongue back to the lowest uncovered point, and started upward again, this time slightly faster, flattening his tongue against the spongy flesh. Vicki risked a look down at Tommy, and saw him licking her fun-bag like it was an ice-cream, with complete love in his expression. He hadn't realised it, but when he moved, his hard, hot, young cock had moved with him, and had been digging into her hip from the moment he started his tit licking. Vicki could feel it pulsing in time with his heart rate, which had steadily risen from the moment she felt it. She had never felt this level of anticipation before, just wanting to reach up and touch Tommy, any part of him really. She almost had him where she wanted him, where he would do almost anything she asked, keep any secret, but he wasn't quite there yet, she had to introduce things slowly. She decided to just enjoy the feeling of his licking for a moment, knowing that he would be all too eager to continue, but only because he didn't know what was in store for him. Though even she couldn't hold out any longer, and reached for the steel rod that was poking her. Tommy couldn't believe his luck. He'd lost count of how many times he'd licked Mrs Cherry's fantastic tits. He didn't know why Mrs Cherry was just letting him lick her boobs, though he wasn't giving it much thought, he was just concentrating on doing so. He was basically kneeling on his hands and knees on the couch as Vicki sat in front of him, his hands down near her leather-clad thighs on the couch to support him. Eventually he noticed something: there was pressure on his dick. He knew his dick had been hard from the moment Vicki and he sat on the couch, hardening further since he began licking her tits, and there was definitely pressure from the confinement of his pants, but this pressure was different. Now that he thought about it, he knew the pressure was moving, up and down the underside of his cock, almost as if trying to tickle him. He didn't move, but he realised he'd stopped licking. He knew that something had changed. He wasn't sure where to look, so he started by looking down at his boner pressing against both his pants, and now he noticed, Vicki's hip. His eyes though were drawn to her hand, sliding back and forth along his cock, rubbing the underside with the back of her fingers. As he watched, her hand grasped his rod, and moved it up, dislodging it from her hip. Then her thumb caressed the underside again, while the rest of her hand cupped around the knob. Tommy couldn't help but moan when she did this. He looked up to her face to find her looking down at her delicate hand and his fat cock. Noticing his movement though, she looked into his eyes. He had always thought Mrs Cherry was pretty, but now, with her wavy brunette hair hung just below her shoulders, brown eyes filled with burning desire, and full, thick, pouting lips, he thought of her as pure sex. "Oh Tommy, it appears I've made you extremely uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you for that favour after all?" "N-no M-m-Vicki, it's... fine. I'm happy to help, absolutely." "Mmmm... You're so nice Tommy. But do you think you really cleaned my tits up enough?" Tommy loved that she called them tits, but mostly he was still in shock with what was happening. He slowly shook his head and leaned down to resume his work. He licked the soft flesh, flattening his tongue out against her tit, and applied pressure. He started to alternate with soft kisses against her titties, causing her to coo softly. He started mixing it up with the slobbery licking. He brushed against her blouse and bra, wanting to get at the part of breast hidden underneath. Suddenly he felt Vicki fumbling around his crotch, and she soon found her goal, his zip. She unzipped him all the way and reached inside, touching his tool with her fingertips. They both gasped as soon as she made contact. Tommy's cock felt really good, but not like before, it was somehow, less urgent, like it wasn't as sensitive. "Tommy, you're not wearing any underwear..." Tommy waited to see what else she was going to say while he continued swiping his tongue up along her sweet, soft, big, beautiful tits. "Why aren't you wearing underwear Tommy? Do you have trouble fitting into them?" Tommy figured he should answer her, but he'd much rather continue licking and kissing. "Sometimes, but that's not why. I... kind of... made a mess of them." "So you took them off. What kind of a mess did you make Tommy?" He had been hoping this wouldn't happen. Surely now she was going to kick him out in disgust. "I'm sorry Mrs Cherry... I had a wet dream in them." "Vicki. A wet dream? Did you fall asleep?" "No, no... I mean... it was like a wet dream but I was awake. Before when you came in after your shower..." "Did you touch yourself Tommy? Did you watch me in the shower?" "No... yes, I mean... I didn't touch myself." Vicki reached further in to his pants and grasped his rod, "So you didn't do this at all?" Then she started slowly jacking it up and down within the limited confines of his pants. Tommy was in ecstasy, and it felt like something in his brain switched. Suddenly he didn't care if he would get in trouble. He reached up with his hands and latched onto her titties, grabbing them forcefully and shoving his face down into her cleavage. He vaguely felt Vicki completing the job of unbuckling his pants, revealing his dick completely, and then wrapping her hand around it. His mind was consumed however with the two big globes plastered against his face. He groped them for all he was worth, finally getting his hands on the beautiful tits that had kept his tongue so occupied. Wanting to see more, he grabbed the edges of her blouse and bra where her cleavage ended and began dragging them apart. He pulled back slightly to watch his handiwork. Her olive skin was completely unblemished above her awesome orbs. He watched as he brought them out in all their glory. He knew almost nothing about boobs, except that he really, really liked them, and looking at them made him hard. He had no idea what size Vicki's were as they came into view, he knew they were measured by letters and that Ds were big, but he couldn't even hazard a guess at hers. His fingers brushed them as he slowly pulled back her clothes, then he felt something harder brush his fingers and Vicki gasped. Tommy realised he'd brushed her nipples just before they came into view. He stopped and stared at them. Vicki was slowly jacking his cock, staring at the angry, purple head, and hadn't noticed him stop. Her nipples were enormous, a full inch long and half an inch diameter, and they stood up, proud and erect. He pushed one with his thumb, finding it much harder than the rest of her breast, but still soft as well. Vicki started moaning as she started to rub the head of his prick with her thumb, gathering the clear fluid accumulating there and spreading it down his pole, lubricating her hand job. The darkened, rough skin around her nipple, which Tommy thought was called an areola, was actually quite small compared to her nipple. Tommy felt like Vicki's breasts were staring at him, daring him to attack them. And it was a dare he was willing to accept, and once again he shoved his head into her tits, this time aiming at her left nipple and opening his mouth wide, taking it inside, and then licking over it with his tongue. "Uuhhh!" Vicki groaned out loud. Encouraged, Tommy stepped up his assault on her nipple. Part of him amazed at his current situation. A few hours ago he would never have believed that he would be on the couch with his cock out and in Mrs Cherry's hand, while he felt up and sucked on her titties. The other part was mindless wanting, revelling in his situation. Suddenly he felt pressure on his chest, and realised Vicki was pushing him away. She looked up into his eyes, dragging her eyes away from her own hand wrapped around his cock. "Stand up for me Tommy." He stood in front of her as she proceeded to pull his pants down to his ankles, making his rock hard cock bob up and down. She then gestured for him to step out of his pants, and he kicked off his socks as well, before pulling off his t-shirt. Then he stared at Vicki as she reached under her boobs to unbutton her blouse and shook it from her shoulders. She then looked at her bra, "Why don't you come and take this pesky thing off me Tommy?" He leaned forward and went to reach around behind her, when she grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him forward into her, his cock sliding up alongside her cheek, "Whoa..." "Why don't you sit on my lap while you do that Tommy?" she said, as she looked up into his eyes, his cock looking huge lined up beside her face. He climbed onto the couch, straddling Vicki. She turned to lick the head of his dick, treating it like a lollipop. It felt incredible, but Tommy was once again distracted by her tits. He leaned forward and reached behind her to undo her bra, knowing from movies and TV that it wasn't going to be easy. He fumbled for a minute, before Vicki giggled and said, "It's in the front Tommy," while she continued licking his dick. He should have been embarrassed, but he was too focussed to think about it. He grabbed the front of her bra, feeling for the clasp. After struggling for a moment, her bra fell away, allowing her globes to part naturally and fall against his thighs, her nipples poking into his thighs. She stopped licking his shaft and moved it in front of her, positioning it between her tits and told Tommy, "This is a tit-fuck Tommy, and I hope you like it..." She then grabbed her tits, wrapping them around his cock and starting to lift them up and down, rubbing his saliva-slick shaft and making him feel fantastic. There was still enough of his cock sticking up out of her tits for her to lick the head while she pumped her tits up and down. Tommy began lightly caressing her knockers as she bounced them up and down. He was mesmerised by them, the way they moved, their shape and how they seemed to shake and shimmy like jelly. He watched as Vicki gripped her long nipples in her fingers and squeezed them hard, which started Vicki speaking. "Uhhh... Tommy... uh... your big fuck stick... uh... feels great between my knockers... uh... you like it huh... you like the way Vicki is fucking your knob with her dirty, naughty titties... uh... grab my nipples Tommy... grab them hard... twist them and pull them..." then she plunged her head over the head of his cock, sucking harder than she had before. She moved her hands, giving Tommy her nipples to abuse while she shook her tits up and down his boner. He twisted them as hard as he dared and pulled on them, but she made a frustrated sound, so he stepped up the pressure until she seemed satisfied. Tommy's cock was feeling great, and he knew he was going to have to come again soon. He'd been too scared to say anything though, for fear of Vicki coming to her senses and stopping all this. Vicki was approaching her own climax though. She stopped sucking his cock, "OH TOMMY! I'm going to CUM and I haven't even touched my PUSSY YET! AH! Uh... Uh..." Tommy noticed she was squirming around on the couch while he sat in her lap. "YES! TOMMY! YES! AH! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAHHHHHHHHH!" She let go of her tits and they fell to the side, away from Tommy's dick. Her shouting though had brought him to the point of cumming again, and he grabbed his cock right before the first shot fired. He wanted to get up off Vicki, as he didn't think she'd want him to cum on her, but as he went to move off she grabbed him. "No Tommy, you're not going- Ah!" the first shot of cum hit her in the cheek, but she quickly grabbed his dick and directed the rest of the blast at her mouth, taking it in. Before she could swallow her mouth was full, and she dribbled cum down her chin. She directed the next blast into her cleavage, leaving a great big white smear dribbling down. Each shot lasted a couple of seconds, and she was shocked at how much he was shooting out. In two blasts he had cum about as much as most men do in an entire pent-up orgasm, but Tommy wasn't finished yet. She directed the next two to glaze her left and right breasts, leaving her entire chest absolutely covered in cum. This was turning her on immensely. She directed the next back to her mouth to swallow another shot of his delicious cum, before directing the rest all over her face then back to her tits before she lost count of his shots. When he was done, he slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a crash, looking exhausted. Vicki was in shock, she couldn't think of an analogy for how coated she was in his cum, but she couldn't imagine she'd be worse if five men had dumped their entire loads over her. She wiped her eyes of cum so that she could open them, before sticking her fingers in her mouth. Tasting him again, she began scraping as much as possible off her face and into her mouth. She then moved on to her neck. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 01 Tommy watched her eating his cum, thankful she hadn't shouted at him or something. His cock was still half hard, but he felt blissful. Vicki looked at Tommy as he watched her shovelling cum into her mouth and sucking it down. "Go and get the Pineapple juice from the fridge Tommy, you must be thirsty." Tommy stood up, realising he was suddenly quite thirsty. He wondered why he couldn't just have soda, but Vicki seemed quite adamant. When he got back, Vicki had picked up her bra and placed it over her cum-drenched tits, playing with sloshing it through the cum, and watching it pool in the bra. She looked up at him, "You Tommy, are fucking amazing!" She let go of the bra and it stuck to her tits. Tommy took a long drink of juice, while Vicki stood up, grabbed his half-hard cock and dragged him by it toward her bedroom. He managed not to spill any juice, but she didn't seem to care anyway. Once in her bedroom she ordered him, "Out of those clothes right now young man!" No sooner was he naked than she pushed him down until he sat on the edge of her bed. "I am going to wear you out tonight Tommy..." She grabbed her bra and threw it across the room, then grabbed a towel from her dresser and wiped it across her tits, wiping away the rest of his cum. "Now you're going to fuck me with that big prick of yours. But first we need to get you ready again. Do you like my breasts Tommy?" She cupped her tits in her hands, presenting them to Tommy. She lifted them alternately, pinching the nipples between her fingers and thumbs, shaking them, causing the soft, smooth flesh to ripple enticingly. He felt a twitch in his cock as it hardened at the sight. "Oooh, you do don't you? I can see the life coming back into that weapon of yours." Then she spun around and bent at the hip, "What about my arse Tommy? Are you into arses?" Tommy looked at the perfect globes of her arse, her leather mini skirt stretched taut across them. As she bent over her panties hiked up her hips, and Tommy could see the black lace strings above her leather skirt. "Well Tommy, do you want a piece of this?" Vicki slapped her leather-clad arse with her right hand. "Oh god..." Tommy groaned, as he felt his cock harden a bit more. "That's right baby, you can't get enough of Vicki's smokin' hot arse." Vicki spread her legs apart a few feet, causing the skirt to slide up her legs a bit. Tommy could also see her tits hanging down from her chest. Vicki shook her hips side to side, causing the skirt to rise even higher. She watched as Tommy's cock hardened with every one of his heart beats. Vicki grabbed the sides of her panties, pulling them up her hips as high as they would go, revealing to Tommy that she wore a g-string or thong. Then she grabbed the zip at the top of her skirt and pulled it down. "Now you're really going to see something good Tommy." She bent over further and hooked her thumbs into the top of her skirt, slowing pulling it over her beautiful, tight big arse, and revealing the black, lacy g-string that split her arse crack so deliciously. Tommy's cock had started out horizontal, but had been steadily rising upward, until it now stood up at about a forty-five degree angle, pointing directly at Vicki's arse as she stood, teasing Tommy, only a few feet away from him. The fantastic globes of her arse cheeks came into view for Tommy in what seemed like slow motion. He had a sudden urge to jump forward and sink his teeth into them, and he didn't know where that urge came from. As Vicki pushed the mini-skirt lower, she began to expose the tops of her legs, and Tommy could see her panties disappear up into the shadows between, where they covered her pussy. Vicki now pushed the skirt completely off, stood up and stepped out of it as it pooled around her feet. As she stood Tommy watched her arse change shape, as the muscles and flesh rearranged themselves, and he realised that he had been seeing more of Vicki than he thought, that maybe he'd seen her pussy, covered by the black lace of the g-string. She turned around and stepped towards him. His cock pointed up toward her pussy, angling outward from his small body. Vicki grabbed his head, and pulled it down towards her pussy, shoving his forehead against her. "Uh..." she grunted. Tommy's nose filled with what he thought must be the smell of pussy. Vicki held his head firm, and began to grind herself against his head. "Uhhhh..." she grunted again, though longer this time. Though he didn't know it, Vicki was stimulating her clit, grinding it against his forehead. Tommy's sight was filled with her legs and at times as she moved his head around, what lay between her legs. "Oooh... yes!" she moaned. She pushed Tommy away from her then, so hard that Tommy found himself lying on his back, his cock pointing towards his head, but not laying on his stomach as it was too hard for that. Vicki bent down and began climbing onto the bed on top of Tommy, dragging her boobs across his legs, and then against his dick. "Ohhh..." Tommy moaned. She continued up, and Tommy's cock left a trail of pre-cum from her cleavage, across her stomach, until he felt her panties make contact with the head of his cock. He had closed his eyes, but opened them when she stopped moving, to find his sight full of her big hooters. Once he opened his eyes, she shoved them around his head, completely engulfing it in her enormous, hanging cleavage. "Now comes the real fun Tommy." She reached down between them, her hand brushing his rigid pole, but it was not her goal. Her tits were shaking in his face as she reached around. Soon he felt something hot and wet against the shaft of his hard-on, "Oh fuck Tommy, I need it now!" With that she slid up along his body, and he felt the hot wetness grind against him as it slid upwards. She moved up until her tits were above his head, and the wetness moved to the knob of his cock. There she stopped and held still. "Oh god it's so big Tommy, I really hope this doesn't hurt. I'm so wet right now, wet for you and that fuck-stick of yours." He felt the wetness expand out around the head of his dick a little, and he realised that is was her cunt, that she really was about to fuck him. He also felt a lot of pressure, like the opening, her pussy, was too small or tight or something. "Uhhh! Fuck! FUCK! TOMMY! OH MY GOD TOMMY! YOUR COCK IS HUGE! FUCK!" Vicki began a litany of curses, and it didn't seem like she was going to stop any time soon. Tommy couldn't be sure if Vicki was in pleasure or pain, but whatever it was, she was doing it to herself. Tommy felt great, the hot, wetness of Vicki's pussy was slowly engulfing his cock, and he could feel her wetness dripping down and coating his cock. He was pretty sure he was about to lose his virginity if Vicki had anything to say about it. "AH! YES! YES! YES! FUCK YES! FUCK TOMMY! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME!" Finally his cock had felt like it had broken through something, but all that really happened he knew was that Vicki's pussy had finally stretched open enough for him. She sank down on his cock, engulfing most of it, and every bit of his cock inside her felt squeezed like a tight fist was gripping it, but he felt no pain, only pleasure. Like his urge to bite before, he now had an urge to thrust his hips. He realised it was an urge to fuck Vicki. She felt incredible on top of him, but he was ready to start fucking her. She had stopped moving once he was inside her. Tommy moved his hips a bit, wanting to start the fucking she was so adamant about giving him. "OH! THAT'S IT TOMMY!" His little move had stirred her into action. She slowly slid up to the top of his cock. "So far Tommy! Ooh baby, baby, that's what Mamma wants." She paused at the top for half a second, before slowly sinking back down his prick. "OH YES! FUCKING YES! YES! YES! AH! GOD!" This time as she reached the bottom Tommy thought she sank a bit further, taking more of him inside. The going was slow, but it felt so good. She gripped his shoulders and shook her tits in his face. "FUCK ME TOMMY YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Vicki slowly increased the pace, while Tommy latched onto one of her nipples and sucked as hard as he could. He reached up and placed his hands on her bouncing hips, feeling her soft skin as they bounced up and down, sliding his cock up inside her. "Oh... god... Vicki..." Tommy moaned. Vicki was now slamming her rump up and down on Tommy's hard shaft, and it was feeling incredible. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! TOMMY YOU FUCKER! YOUR GORGEOUS COCK IS MINE! I'M GONNA RIDE YOU ALL NIGHT FUCK YOU!" The feeling in Tommy's cock was slowly intensifying, bringing on what had to be another orgasm. Vicki was getting wilder and wilder. She was shaking her head around, and her boobs were flying around as she humped her entire body up and down on him. He could no longer keep them in his mouth, but he was really enjoying the way they were beating him around the head. He was playfully swatting at them with his hands occasionally, while Vicki seemed so wrapped up she didn't even notice. "OH TOMMY! OH! OH! I'M CUMMING! I'M GONNA CUM! NOW! NOW! FUCK! NNNNGGGGH!" Vicki slammed down on him one more time and then stopped. Her face scrunched up as if she was in pain or something. He felt her muscles contract on his cock. Tommy bucked his hips though, wanting the fucking to go on. "AAAAAHH!" Vicki now screamed as Tommy bucked, trying to fuck her further. He didn't have the strength to fully lift her though, so he did his best to try to shove his cock back and forth underneath her. Shortly, Vicki collapsed on top of Tommy, trapping him underneath. He continued to try to hump Vicki, who chuckled as she came back to her senses, "My, my, you are persistent aren't you my little Tommy?" She lifted herself up on her arms, and started to hump back up and down, fucking Tommy again. "Are you close Tommy? Are you ready to shoot your wad up inside me? Do you want to fill me up with your cum Tommy?" "Yes Vicki. I want to cum." His cock was starting to get that feeling again, the feeling of an orgasm, only the third time he would have one while awake. Suddenly he had an idea, "I want to cum all over you Vicki. I want to shoot my stuff on you." "You want to cum on me Tommy? Maybe over my big titties huh? Would that make you happy?" "Yes Vicki, I want to come on your tits." "Well let's do it then Tommy." She hopped off his cock and moved off the bed to kneel on the floor, then dragged him over so his slick cock stuck up in the air in front of her face. She grabbed her big tits and wrapped them around his dick, stroking them up and down his cock. She spat down into her cleavage, adding more lubrication. "Tell me when you want to cum Tommy." Almost immediately he could feel it starting to happen, "Now Vicki, I'm going to cum now." She whipped his cock out from her cleavage and started jacking it with her hand, pointing it at her globes. "Cum for Mamma Tommy, cum all over Mamma's tits." "AAAAHH!" Tommy cried, as the first spurt shot out of his cock, hitting Vicki's left breast above her nipple and splashing around the point of impact. The spurt lasted a couple of seconds, and had started to ooze downwards before it had even stopped. "Ah!" Vicki gave a short gasp, again shocked at how much cum he shot out. Over the next half a dozen spurts, she covered both tits, left an enormous smear in her cleavage, over filled and then swallowed a mouthful, and finally coated her face. "Oh my god Vicki, that was so awesome. I love you Vicki." She smiled at him. "That's not love Tommy, but thank you anyway. Now let's go have a shower." * * * As Tommy rode his bicycle home at 11 o'clock the next morning, he thought back over the previous night and morning. He had fucked Vicki so many times he'd lost count. He'd fallen asleep with Vicki riding him still. And when he'd woken up she'd been inhaling his cock as far down her throat as possible. They'd then moved on to another session which ended with him shooting an enormous load down her throat. She'd then gotten him cleaned up and sent him home on his bicycle. He felt like a king, like he could do anything, invincible. That's how he felt for about five minutes anyway, until a group of kids from school drove past in a car belonging to one of them, laughing and having a good time. Tommy felt deflated a bit as the reality of his life settled back in. What happened with Vicki wouldn't change his life, but at least it had happened, and up to now, it had been the greatest time of his life. Tommy had no idea of the turns his life was going to take. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 02 Well here it is, Chapter 2. Sorry about the wait for those that enjoyed Chapter 1. For those who were unhappy with the skipped action in the first chapter I've tried to flesh it out a bit more this time. Some people noticed the lack of an editor. I tried to get one through Literotica, but I think the emails sent to editors were blocked, I know my copies were. I've tried to edit myself, but I'd really like some help with it, so if you're interested, contact me. I'm looking for someone to check mainly my grammar, with possibly a little bit of spelling. The stories I write are probably mainly going to be Incest/Taboo or Mature. My personal poison is large breasts, so there will be a lot of that. Anyhow, on with the show. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 02 "Can I get you anything Tommy? I have juice, Coke and soda water." She stood up from the fridge and looked at him. She was wearing her black blouse, but it was fuller than usual. Some of her buttons were undone, and though Tommy couldn't see anything, it made him think of undoing the others. He should have known she'd dress more casually at home; in fact, she was dressed almost for school, which was a little unusual, although it was probably for his benefit. Her breasts, though hidden, swelled the blouse out intoxicatingly, and Tommy immediately focussed on her face, though he could feel stirring in his loins and knew it was too late. He still had to answer her though. "D-do you have any pineapple juice?" He stammered. She smiled, or smirked, lopsidedly, like she knew a joke Tommy didn't know or something. "I do." He looked back down at his work while she poured them drinks and brought them over. She placed his drink in front of him and held it until he looked up into her eyes and found her staring down at him. "Do you drink a lot of pineapple juice Tommy?" "Err... yeah... I like it." He was confused by the question. He'd started drinking it after the time he'd had sex with Vicki, his friend's Mum, but he didn't understand why it was so important to Miss Bush. She pulled a chair over closer to his and sat down, her skirt riding up as she did so, and Tommy did not fail to notice. Tommy had pulled his chair in close to the table to hide his rapidly expanding crotch, and he was very happy he had done so. They then started to go over some of Tommy's work. It was a little awkward with Tommy so tucked in under the table, while Miss Bush seemed to keep her chair back far enough for Tommy to be able to see her legs. But they persevered, as Tommy was not willing to risk her seeing him as he hardened. His cock had hardened and softened several times over the last half an hour or more. He found it a little easier to concentrate not being able to look up and see Miss Bush, but on the other hand, she was so close beside him and occasionally leaning over him that she was a whole other kind of distraction. Once he'd felt her boob brush against his shoulder, and he wasn't sure, but he thought he'd stopped talking mid-sentence. She hadn't reacted though, so he wasn't certain. Overall, he thought he was doing pretty well, showing Miss Bush he wasn't a lost cause. Brenda knew Tommy was a lost cause. Oh, not academically, she could tell very quickly that he was as smart as he had ever been. But she knew he would never again be the student he had once been, as he was becoming a man, and one obviously very interested in the female form, and in particular, her female form. She'd even been able to stop him talking at one point by brushing against him, and it had been very difficult for her not to laugh. She knew he was smart enough that once his hormones calmed down he could go on to do almost anything with his life, which is why she allowed herself to continue with the plan that had come to her immediately after she had cum all over her chair yesterday afternoon. Tommy was more relaxed than he had been all day. For the last ten minutes or so he'd been able to focus on his work, and not be distracted by Miss Bush. He looked around to see what she had been doing, and all his relaxation rushed out of him in a flash. She was looking at one of his assignments, and one of her hands was fidgeting with the next button down on her blouse, and had nearly undone it. He looked back at his work, his mind in a rush. He tried to calm down and focus again. A few minutes later he lost his internal struggle and looked at her again. He immediately felt the hard surface of the table against the head of his dick as it went fully hard. She had accidentally undone a few buttons, and he could now see her breast, along with the edge of her bra. He struggled to tear his gaze away but he just couldn't. She wasn't looking at him, instead focussing on his assignment. He couldn't see her cleavage, only because of the angle he was sitting, if he were across from her he could only begin to imagine the sight that would greet his eyes. Those beautiful, heavenly, enormous, hefty globes would be on display in all their glory. She turned slightly toward him, and just as he was about to catch a glimpse he had to look away, as her head turned as well. Tommy looked down at his work again, but there was no way he could write anything. "Here, let me refill that." Miss Bush grabbed his empty glass and walked into the kitchen area. She opened the fridge and bent forward from the hips, just as he'd seen Vicki do. Her skirt had ridden up enough that Tommy could see the tops of her stockings, the white elastic material clinging tightly to her thighs. As she bent further, he could see her panties between her legs, covering her pussy. They were white, and slightly see through, as the material was darker and redder. She must be getting wet he thought to himself, but he couldn't work out why, it was only the two of them there. When she stood and came back he stole several glances at her chest. Her cleavage was on display, and it looked simply delicious. Tommy just wanted to shove his face between the beautiful globes and stick his tongue out and lick every square inch of their surface. They jiggled slightly as she walked, and he knew it would be a lot worse if not for the bra. If she didn't have a bra on, he knew he would have shot his load already. In fact, he'd been in a similar situation when he'd shot his first load with Vicki, and he was very glad to have more control now. She went back to her chair, but turned it to further face Tommy. She sat down, and Tommy could no longer steal glances without being obvious. He looked down and saw that her skirt had ridden so high as she sat down, that he could almost see her pussy. "Tommy?" She called his name. It was very soft, tentative, like she was scared or afraid. He had to look at her. He turned, and though he tried to look her in the eyes immediately, he instead scanned her, lingering around her pussy and cleavage, though no longer in total than about a second and a half. By this point Tommy was having to lean forward to avoid hurting himself, so rigid was his cock it was trying to stand higher. Finally, he looked her in the eye, and it was like there was a fire in them. It made him nervous, "Y-yes, Miss Bush?" "I know why your grades have been slipping. You're changing, and noticing girls now. I've noticed you looking at me, but until yesterday I didn't really know what was going on." She paused as if she was waiting for Tommy to reply. "What do you think?" Tommy hadn't really heard everything she said, but he had heard her question, and on autopilot he answered what he was thinking, so enthralled was he to her right then, "I think they're great, beautiful, delicious, full, gorgeous..." Tommy's mind caught up to him and he sputtered an apology, "Oh my god, Miss Bush, I-I-I... I mean..." She smiled at him. "Not exactly what I meant, but I guess you just answered me." She grabbed his head and pulled it to her chest, dragging him out of his seat. The moment she did, it was like she changed. He realised she was very horny. "Oh yes Tommy! You like my titties, no, you love them, that's it, shove your face in there." Each tit pressed into his face and he reached around behind her back to pull himself tighter against her. His hands roughly caressed her back as he did this, and he felt the tension in her bra, struggling to keep her great, big tits contained. He was standing in front of her, and despite being completely engulfed in her cleavage, he could smell what he now knew was the smell of aroused pussy. He ran his hands down her back, caressing and squeezing along her sides, down to her hips, where he clawed his hands against them, gripping them tightly. His cock ached for release from its confined place in his pants. His hips instinctually wanted to hump, but he was focussed on rubbing his face all up and down her enormous cleavage, licking her breasts and that fragrant, sweaty flesh right between her great big tits. He slid his hands back up her sides until they reached the sides of her chest. He then slid his hands forward, placing his hands on the sides of her tits, where he began rubbing them. His tongue was doing its best to lap every inch of tit that wasn't covered by her bra and blouse. He clawed his fingers into her big fun-bags, feeling their softness. Miss Bush had been moaning throughout his groping of her, "Mmmm, that's it Tommy, you love these titties of mine don't you? Mmmm, they like you too Tommy you naughty little boy. Although it looks like you're not such a little boy after all." He felt her hands rub at the bulge in his shorts, and immediately he felt his shorts starting to get wet. He knew that he hadn't come, that his dick was just leaking the clear pre-cum that he had become used to. He didn't care too much though; he focussed on slapping his face against her tits from inside her cleavage. "Ooh Tommy, you can't get enough of them can you? Well you take as much of them as you like, because I'm going to take some of this." She gave his cock a squeeze to tell Tommy what she was talking about. Brenda reached up to grab the waistband of his shorts, intent on pulling them down. She was having a lot of trouble though, as Tommy's rock hard cock was sticking way out in the front of them creating an enormous tent. She tried pushing it to the left, and then the right, but she was having a lot of trouble, as she couldn't see what she was doing past Tommy's head stuck inside her cleavage. Much as she enjoyed what he was doing, her real goal, what she had to have, was below and stuck inside Tommy's shorts. "Oh! Tommy! Come here!" Miss Bush released his shorts and grabbed his head down by the neck, dragging his face up to hers, causing Tommy to stand up from his chair. She held his face to hers, mashing her lips against his. He felt her tongue probing against his lips, and he parted them to feel her tongue surge into his mouth. He realised she was kissing him! He was kissing a girl! It was so strange, that he wasn't a virgin anymore, but this was his first kiss. He probed back with his own tongue uncertainly, but he wasn't really sure what he was doing. She released his head and reached back down for his shorts again to try to release his boner. He stopped kissing her and stood up straight, now eager himself to get his cock out. He learned that sometimes, when it was this hard, he had to bend over a bit to manoeuvre his waistband over his dick, which he now did, pulling down his shorts and underwear at the same time. He looked at Miss Bush to see her lick her lips slightly. She reached out to take over pulling down his shorts, and as she cleared the shorts over his knees his cock sprang up, slapping her in the cheek. "Oh! God!" Tommy couldn't help himself; it felt so good for his cock to finally be out. Miss Bush was stunned; her mouth had dropped open in shock. The head of his cock rested against her cheek, slowly leaking pre-cum to ooze down the side of her face. She stared at the base of it, and then her eyes slowly trailed up his body to look him in the eyes. She wore rectangular designer glasses, where the arms attached directly to the glass lenses. In her eyes he recognised the look of hunger from Vicki's eyes, though she seemed to be much more animalistic. She slid to the ground in front of him, pushing her chair back out of the way. It was as if she was in slow motion as she wrapped her hand around the base of his pole. She slowly wiped the head up and down her cheek, smearing the pre-cum all over, which had slowly dripped down her neck until he now saw that it had reached her blouse in a spreading dark spot. She turned her head until his dick sat on her bottom lip, her mouth still agape in shock. Tommy was mesmerised as he realised he was about to have another blow job. Her mouth was still agape in shock. She slightly closed her mouth, only enough for him to feel her top lip make contact with his knob. She looked back down at his dick as she closed her mouth around his cock. He felt her tongue tentatively swirl around his head, and he watched her cheeks move as she gave the attention to his cock. Slowly she started jacking his cock, sliding her hand up and down, pulling the skin back and forth. It felt incredible; she was jacking him off while tonguing his knob. Then she started sucking, and it felt as if all Tommy's nerves ended in his dick, the pleasure felt amazing. Her head bobbed up and down while her hand worked the base of his cock, which seemed to be too big for her mouth. Her mouth felt great, slippery and tight, and her tongue playing on the underside of his dick and knob as she withdrew was terrific. He felt her other hand take hold of his balls, rolling them around in her hand, gently squeezing them and pulling on them just a little. She was making moaning noises as she worked her mouth, which made her mouth vibrate just a little. As he watched her go to town on him, she looked up into his eyes. It was so erotic, the way her mouth and cheeks stretched over his cock and her eyes stared up at him with hunger in them. It made him feel powerful somehow, the way she was on her knees while he stood in front of her, being serviced. Tommy began to feel tightness in his nuts, which always preceded a massive load of cum. He panicked, wondering what to do. He should stop Miss Bush, not wanting to shoot his wad in her mouth. But he truly didn't want her to stop, though he was afraid to displease her. "Uh... Miss Bush... I-" She cut him off, slurring around his cock, "It uh kay Kommy, cum im my mouf, cum or me mow!" She started jacking on his cock vigorously, and massaging his balls a bit harder. But best of all, she seemed to take a bit more of his cock into her mouth. He could feel his knob hitting the back of her mouth, what must be the top of her throat. It felt good, but something in him knew that if he was able to push in a bit more, he'd lose his mind to pleasure. He felt his balls lurch upward in Miss Bush's hand as he started cumming in her mouth. "OH! FUCK! MISS BUSH! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" He felt the first jet squirt into her mouth as her cheeks billowed out, and he saw she was trying to swallow it down. Unfortunately for her, the first jet was quickly followed by the second jet, and her cheeks filled further, and Tommy knew that there was no way she was going to be able to keep up. Each spurt felt great to Tommy, and he wanted to grab Miss Bush's head and just fuck her face until he was done, but he held back. She was the one running the show, and he didn't want to anger her at all. Miss Bush continued trying to swallow his seed, but he could see small rivulets starting to escape her mouth and squirt out around his cock, and the next spurt, his fifth or sixth, pretty much spurted back out of her mouth immediately, splashing back over his cock, groin and legs. Miss Bush pulled back off his cock, only to cop the very next jet of cum directly in the face. She now had splashes of cum on her glasses, all over her nose, cascading from her lips down her chin, and even a bit up near her beautiful, silky, brunette hair. She pulled on his cock, aiming it downward, even as she continued wanking it. She was desperately trying to swallow the cum that was left in her mouth. He realised she was aiming it in her cleavage, and he looked at the leaking cum that had already stained the top of her bra and blouse, having dripped down from her chin. She was still pulling on his cock, but now that he knew what she wanted, he grabbed it himself, and jacked on it harder than he ever had in his life. He lost count of how many times his cock had lurched and spat semen either on or in Miss Bush, but he watched in awe as it had coated the tit flesh that Miss Bush had exposed, and then filled her cleavage until it run down out of sight into her bra and blouse, which had become completely discoloured and partly see-through. Eventually his cock stopped spitting, still hard, though he thought it had softened a bit. He'd felt a little light-headed and had fallen back into his chair. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 02 He sat down on her thighs and his cock slipped into her arse crack. He ran his hands all over her arse cheeks, eliciting moans from her. As lust gripped him, he clawed at them more forcefully. His cock had started leaking pre-cum again, and it was pooling at the small of her back. He ran his hands over her hips and up her sides, underneath her blouse, and she began to squirm, which set her buttocks moving, grinding against his tool. He took his time rubbing her for a while. Finally, Miss Bush's moans turned into words, "Tommy, enough with the foreplay already, get the rest of my clothes off and get your cock inside me now!" She rolled over beneath him and looked at him hungrily. He now sat on the front of her thighs and his cock stuck up at an angle, looking like it was stretching for her tits. He grabbed her blouse and pulled it apart, scattering a couple of buttons and Miss Bush cried out, "Oh fuck yes Tommy!" Then he grabbed the front of her bra, and yanked it down, revealing her beautiful globes to him finally. She grabbed the front of her bra and quickly undid it. Then she grabbed his cock with both hands, "Now put this thing inside me Tommy, right now." He slipped his legs between hers, and she stretched her legs apart. She seemed to stop and realise something, "Are you a virgin Tommy?" "Uh... well... no... I've had sex before, but... I really wasn't sort of... no, I'm not a virgin I guess." She didn't seem to care though, she was running her fingers over her pussy, and then she stopped, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward. He felt a bit clumsy, trying to get his pole in her pussy, it was so wet down there he slipped around easily, and he remembered Vicki had been in charge last time. Just as he was nearly panicking though, she slipped her hand down and guided his knob to slip inside her, "Oh God! Miss Bush!" "Ooh, Tommy, you're such a big boy. Split me open Tommy. Fuck your cock inside me." He sank inside her, but before he was fully inside, he felt something in the way, "FUCK! TOMMY! OH FUCK! YOU'RE SO BIG TOMMY! I'M FULL OF COCK! FULL OF YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK! FUCK!" Okay, he thought, that must be it. He pulled back out again, and then his instincts took over and he was working his dick in and out of her pussy in a nice rhythm. He was propped up on his arms, looking down at her contorted face and jiggling fun bags. He compared them to Vicki's, though he thought that was probably bad. They seemed to be about the same size, but different. Vicki had bigger nipples and areolas than Miss Bush, but Miss Bush's seemed to be closer together somehow, or... he wasn't sure, but that was the best he could describe it. His mind was soon distracted by the sensations on his dick anyway. He started fucking her with long strokes, driving his cock in as deep as it could go, but again he felt the end before he was fully inside. It seemed unusual, but it didn't seem to affect the way either of them felt, so he concentrated on the way her pillowy udders shuddered each time he hit bottom. Her nipples stood erect, and he couldn't resist leaning down and taking her right one into his mouth and sucking on it as hard as he could. Miss Bush wrapped her legs around his back, and used them to urge him on, slamming him down on her even harder, making her cry out, "FUCK! OH GOD! Tommy, you FUCK me so good! That's it, HARDER! OH GOD! A PLUS TOMMY! A FUCKING PLUS!" He held himself inside her, grinding his knob against the end of her pussy, sending her wild. She flailed her arms around, ripped at the sheets and even scratched his back with her nails. "AAAAHHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M COMING ON YOUR BIG FAT COCK TOMMY! FUCK ME HARD! He was so caught up in the soft, tight pussy of his teacher that he felt no pain at all, and didn't even know until later that she'd even caused damage. He resumed pumping in and out of her tight snatch with abandon. After a few moments she seemed to relax a bit. He had sucked as much of her tit into his mouth as he thought possible, his mouth was open as wide as it had ever been, completely stuffed with tit flesh. She grabbed his hand and pulled it hard against her breast, before pulling his head off her right nipple and shoving it against her left tit, where he gave it the same treatment as the right, stuffing as much of it into his mouth as possible. "Bite my nipple Tommy." He was a little surprised, but followed her orders, softly holding his teeth against her teat. He applied a bit of pressure, and she in turn held his head tighter against her. He realised she was cumming again when she started thrusting her pelvis up and down against his, trying for even more friction. She was moaning like crazy, but not screaming this time. The extra friction though gave him that feeling in his nuts again, and he knew he was going to cum again. "Miss Bush... I'm gonna cum... where... what...?" "Pull it out Tommy, then climb up and stick that fuck-stick of yours in between my titties. I want you to blow your nut all over them, and get myself a little taste of your baby-juice as well." He was still amazed at her dirty language. He felt sad when he pulled his cock out of her cunt, somehow it didn't feel right. But he soon forgot about that once he had his cock sandwiched between her tits, rocking his hips back and forth while she worked her tits with her hands in opposite motion to his thrusting. He didn't last very long at all. "OH FUCK MISS BUSH! FUCK! HERE IT COMES! OH YEAH! TAKE IT!" The first shot sailed up over her head and into her brunette hair. The next sprayed a line across her face. She dropped her mouth over his knob and swallowed the next few, much more efficiently than she had the first time, or maybe he was shooting less. As he felt his orgasm slowing, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and shot the last few streams over her tits, painting them completely. "Oh Tommy... you shoot so much spunk it's unbelievable. And it tastes so good." She started collecting his cum to eat it again. He climbed off her chest and stood at the edge of her bed, looking down at her pussy. It gaped open a bit, obviously from the fucking they'd done. He got back on the bed with his face down near her pussy, looking at it closely. Her fragrance was strong. He decided to try licking pussy, so stuck his tongue out and leaned forward, but as his tongue made contact with her pussy, her legs clamped his head and she yelped, "God no Tommy, you're too good to me. But I'm too sensitive right now for that. Why don't you go take a shower? It's just down the hall." As Tommy walked down the hall to the guest bathroom, Brenda began to think over what she had done as she spooned his spunk into her mouth with her fingers. Tommy had a lot of power over her now, the ability to have her fired, possibly never to teach again, and though he was a kind soul, it was a lot of power for one person to have, even if he didn't know it. She decided she needed to take charge, make him see that even though what they'd just done had brought them to some kind of level playing field, she was still in charge. There was no way that this was going to be a one-time only incident, she knew herself too well for that, but she'd have to be very careful to keep this a separate part of her life. School was going to have to remain professional, and she'd make sure his work improved too, though he'd be getting that A+ regardless. She had cleaned up as much of his cum as possible, and decided she too needed a shower. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 02 Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 03 I have to apologise for how long this has taken. Unfortunately I simply don't get much time to write. To top it off, I've had several stories on the go, since developing another fetish on top of my love for tits. To top it off, Tommy's Neighbourhood hit a bit of a wall for me. I originally had a strong plan for where I wanted things to lead, but as I wrote, it no longer seemed right. So this chapter is kind of a re-write, and a lot of elements are still present that lead towards the original plot. It's probably not hard to work out what I originally planned. Hopefully one day I'll get a chance to turn my original ideas into a different series, but more importantly, I hope that Tommy is still well received. Still no luck with an editor, but that's probably my fault. My work is finished so slowly that building any contact with an editor is difficult. I've done my best to edit it myself. I'm sure I'll inevitably get the 'spelling/grammar error' comments. I hope this is long enough, I know it's probably no more than an entree for those that have waited so long, but it's the best I can do. Hopefully you don't have to wait as long for the next one, but making promises won't help anyone. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 03 He'd never been on the receiving end of such passionate anger. Very rarely, his mother had to tell him off for something, but she'd usually just explain what he'd done wrong, and he'd apologise and do better. He found it exciting. Mrs Hancock threw her arms in the air and walked away from the window. Just as he was about to move away, he saw Mr Hancock, naked, walk past the window with his head hung low. Tommy didn't want to see anymore so started loading the last lot of rubbish into the bins. Loading the bins took him a few minutes, and then getting them through the gate and out to the kerb took a few more. While he was positioning them he saw a taxi arrive at the Hancock's, and Mr Hancock emerged looking sad, and left in the taxi with a suitcase. Tommy felt pretty embarrassed at having witnessed all that he had Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 03 He could already tell she wasn't the tightest pussy he'd been inside, but she was definitely the wettest, already he could hear squelching noises as she slowly sank down on him. He grabbed her hips, causing her to gasp, then, with no regard for his earlier worry about being crushed, he yanked her down into his lap. His breath whooshed out of his lungs with a huff, while Ms Stern cried out in orgasm as his cock rammed inside her. She'd taken all of him on the first thrust, without a worry. He could feel her pussy twitching on his length as she came, her pussy sucking him in. "OH FUCK YES!" Tommy looked quickly back at the door, worried about being heard and discovered. Ms Stern continued murmuring as her orgasm played out, her pussy continuing to twitch along the length of Tommy's shaft. Once it seemed to finish, Ms Stern rose up above Tommy, sliding her soft quim up along Tommy's pole. Tommy felt relief at the release of her weight from his thighs. She lifted up until he felt the ridge around his head reach her lips before she reversed direction and took him back inside, much slower this time. It wasn't fast enough for Tommy though. He grabbed her hips to steady himself and then bucked his hips, driving his meat back in, again causing her to grunt with effort. Tommy wanted control, he wanted to be the one to fuck her, and this position wasn't working. He looked at her desk, noting that it was pretty clear. He'd seen a lot of porn with office ladies bent over their desks while being shafted from behind, and decided he might like to try that. He figured he'd try and order her, as that seemed to be what she wanted. He tried to sound forceful, but was sure he failed miserably, "On your desk." She hadn't heard him, or she ignored him. For another few moments he sat there and took her agonising, slow thrusts. Beginning to feel frustrated, he tried again, "Get on your desk." Ms Stern stopped, seeming shocked. She slowly stood up until his dick popped out of her love-hole. She stepped towards her desk and Tommy watched her arse twitch back and forth and her wavy, honey-blonde hair flick from side to side. Tommy climbed to his feet himself, feeling the loss of energy from having cum already, but the lure of the near naked Ms Stern, in nothing but her makeup, hairdo, stockings, garter belt and pumps, soon had him pursuing her. She laid over the top of her desk, her immense tits pressed into her desktop and pillowing out to her sides. Tommy felt possessed, his entire body being guided by his dick, which desired nothing more than to dive into her gorgeous love-oven. He grabbed her hips and bent down, aiming his rod at her soft lips. He forced himself to hold back, take some time. He watched as he pressed his cock against her pussy lips, the soaking flesh feeling like a kiss against the head. He released her hip with one hand and took hold of his rod, sliding it up and down her slit, stirring her juices. She was really, really wet. Obviously she didn't want to wait any more as she pleaded with him, "Please... please stick your cock in my pussy Tommy?" He was willing to oblige, but he was enjoying the wet, soft almost sucking feeling his cock head was getting from stirring around at her entrance. He also knew it was a dominance thing to make her wait a few moments. The squishy noises coming from her pussy only made Tommy hornier. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and plunged forward into Ms Stern's snatch. She was so very warm, and again, he marvelled at how wet she was. Immediately he felt her moisture drip down his balls. "Oh yeah! Shove that dick up my pussy." Holding onto her hips for leverage, he pulled back before sliding back in again. He felt his balls slap into her mound with a wet splash before withdrawing again. He quickly found a rhythm he was happy with, jerking his hips back and forth while driving his rod up inside her quim. He slid his hands up along her sides, feeling her smooth skin with just a hint of extra weight, playing his fingertips all over the available skin, and twisting his fingers in her garter belt. He took hold of her garter belt, and though he knew it really didn't have the strength, he made out that he was using it to control her arse as he pushed himself in and out of her hot box. The motion cause one of her suspenders to slip loose and it flicked up and hit her tit, causing her to cry out, "AH!" Tommy crouched over her back and leaned forward as far as he could so that he could slide his hands over her love pillows as they undulated on the desk. He placed his hands at their sides, feeling the waves of motion his fucking was sending up through her body to her tits. He reached forwards and held them from the top, ineffectively using them to pull her back against his cock for a couple of strokes. Again he paused to feel their movement from the sides. He couldn't get over how unbelievably massive Ms Stern's tits were. He forced his hands between the desk and her orbs, feeling her hard, little nipples poke into his palms. He rubbed his hands back and forth over them, rolling them around in his hands. Her breast flesh forced itself between his fingers, the sheer amount of mammary gland far exceeding his cupped hands' capacity. He made fists, gripping her tits tightly, causing her to cry out in pain again, "AH!" while simultaneously causing her to slam her pussy back onto his shaft. She tipped over the edge and came, gushing out around his prick and splashing over his balls and crotch. Her tunnel gave a spasm, caressing his rod throughout her orgasm, pumping and tickling it. Tommy didn't slow down at all; he took hold of her hips and leaned back, continuing to pound his rock solid cock in and out of Ms Stern's water park of a pussy. He pounded his cock in and out of her love-tunnel. He thrust forward, clenching his muscles taught with each thrust, before withdrawing until he felt the ridge around the head of his cock reach her entrance before slamming back inside to the hilt. He could feel his balls starting to draw upwards, signalling his orgasm beginning. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" With a sudden show of strength, Ms Stern bucked back against Tommy intending to push him off, but Tommy was already gripping tightly to her hips as he churned her honey pot. The change in tempo caused her to moan. Tommy realised she wanted to change position though and pulled out. He took hold of his rigid rod and started jacking it. Ms Stern hopped off her desk and turned to him. She knelt in front of Tommy, twisting her nipples, "Please Tommy, I want to feel all your spunk shooting over my face, I need it." Tommy's hand was a blur. Ms Stern was unbelievable. He'd heard the term "cum slut" before, but he'd never imagined such a perfect example of one. She was making faces at him, licking her lips, puckering, anything she could think of to get him to cum. She leant forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking it like a Hoover. She continued to maul her breasts, twisting her little nipples and rubbing her hands all over her immense tits. Finally, Tommy's dam burst. He pulled back out of her mouth and pointed his dick at her nose. The first shot hit dead on the tip of her nose and splashed over her cheeks, lips and eyebrows. Tommy struggled to stay upright, feeling his knees try to give way and it threw off his aim. The next shot missed her face, spraying into the hair hanging past her left ear. He spurted another shot into her face, coating her cheeks in his batter. Wanting to properly ice her crowning glories, he pointed his dick at her tits and started methodically coating them. Shot after shot fired from his cock and quickly built up a layer of cum all over her enormous jugs. The thick, viscous cream slowly dripped down the sides, over the front and mostly between her two heavenly globes; forming a thick river down her stomach towards the thick patch of blonde hair he noticed crowning her pussy. Strange that he hadn't noticed it up until now. Tommy's cock was spent. It was half hard and stuck out from his body with a very pronounced curve. He sank back into the chair he'd started in and watched Ms Stern go to work. She was fanatical and methodical, scooping up every tiny trace of Tommy's seed she could find. She scraped her fingertips all over her face. She hefted her tits up to her mouth where she could put her tongue to work directly licking up everything she could reach before again resorting to her fingers. She was obscene. Tommy felt his cock respond, but it simply wasn't ready to get hard again just yet after his monster blow. She was about halfway through her task before she noticed Tommy's dick and crawled over to it, putting her tongue and mouth to the task of polishing his knob and cleaning his shaft. Once complete she went back to scouring her body. Tommy was amazed. On one hand, he thought he should feel a little sick watching her, but on the other, she just looked so incredibly hot. Her massive titties shone with wet saliva and the last lingering remains of his nut. She knelt in her purple stockings still mostly attached to her garter belt. He went over and knelt behind her. He reached around her and placed his hands over her tits. He wasn't even sure she noticed, so focused was she on collecting every remaining trace of his semen. He slid his hands all around her mammoth tits, feeling her tight little nubs standing as proud as they could, dragging across his palms. His cock had nestled into Ms Stern's bum crack, pointing down towards the floor. As they both moved slightly her arse cheeks were rubbing along the sides of his rod. In combination with the sight of Ms Stern kneeling on the floor in her stockings as well as the feeling of her immense, huge tits in his hands, Tommy could feel power returning to his cock. He didn't mess around this time; he was starting to get the hang of the whole dominant thing. He placed his hand in the middle of Ms Stern's back and pushed her forward, "Ah! Tommy!" She caught herself from falling and wound up on her hands and knees. Tommy meanwhile stood behind her and admired her perfect peaches, marred only by the pretty purple lace of her garter belt, suspenders and stockings. He fingered one of the suspenders lightly. Her pretty pink pussy stood out from the alabaster skin of her rump, and winked at him wetly. The view was extremely beautiful and downright sexy. He grabbed one of her suspenders and pulled it out before letting it smack back onto her but, causing her to whimper. He was ready; he grabbed his cock, lined it up, and slammed it home. "Huff!" Ms Stern grunted at Tommy's passionate entrance. He didn't pause or allow Ms Stern to get used to him, he just started pounding her pussy. Again he held onto her hips for leverage, sliding his engorged member in and out of her. Her pussy was still as wet as ever and sloshed noisily at his abuse. He looked down to see her immense milkers swaying back and forth to the rhythm of his hips. He crouched forward over her, on his feet while she remained on her hands and knees. With his left hand he reached down and filled his hand with tit meat, while he wound his small right hand into her honey blonde locks. At the same time he both squeezed her nipple, hard and pulled back on her hair, forcing her head up and back. As he expected, she climaxed, "OH GGGGODDDDDDDDD!!" He released her nipple then reached down further, searching for the little man in the boat, hoping to rock her seas even harder. He knew the moment he found it as Ms Stern gave a girlish yelp, "Yip!" and climaxed again. He continued to tickle it while slamming his cock back and forth. Evidently though, he'd pushed her too far, as she suddenly scrambled forward, escaping out from under Tommy and off of his dick. "I'm sorry Tommy, I so, so sorry, it's just too much there right now. But I can make it up to you, I promise, here..." She laid back on the carpet and beckoned Tommy forward. She laid down on her back and pressed her tits up onto her chest, which was no small feat. Looking up into Tommy's eyes she licked her lips before slapping her big titties into one another. He could take a hint, and frankly, he was very excited. She was offering herself up for a tit fuck, and Tommy was very much looking forward to laying his pipe down in that particular valley. He knelt down over her stomach and his cock naturally lay along the top of her tits, sitting on top of the cleavage she was forming by holding up her tits. He rubbed his thumb tips over her hardened nipples. Suddenly, Ms Stern let her tits fall widely apart and Tommy's cock slipped in between them. Just as suddenly she slammed her tits back together tightly. "Uhhhhh," Tommy groaned at the feeling of her enormous jugs jostling around his cock and bumping into his stomach. Ms Stern wasted no time and started jacking his cock using her impressive udders. She held and pushed them from the side, causing the entirety of her mammoth rack to undulate back and forth around his dick. When she pushed down, Tommy could see the head of his cock revealed, but it was soon swiftly and comprehensively hidden when her bust shifted back in the other direction. He tried to caress her tits, wanting to feel her heavy, soft, immense tits in his hands, but her tit fucking was far too vigorous for that. He dropped his head back as the pleasure all along his shaft was driving him wild. He started to thrust his hips while basically sitting on her stomach. He felt animalistic as they worked together to wrap his long cock in her long, tight, huge cleavage. Focussing again on his cock travelling back and forth through her tits, he leaned forwards and placed his hands beside her head. He shifted his weight between his hands and knees, lifting up from Ms Stern. This allowed him to start truly fucking her tits, and he thrust himself back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her big arse titties rubbing up and down his length. He felt manly, powerful. Here he was in the principal's office, with her laid on her back, his big cock between her tits, while she worked hard to give him a tit fuck he wouldn't soon be forgetting. Inevitably he was reaching his end. He sat back on top of her and took hold of her tits himself, slowing her thrusts. Instead, he pushed her tits much further forward, until they were almost smothering Ms Stern, then he slammed them back into himself, causing extremely long thrusts. Her tits were not easy to control though, and they threatened to slip from his grasp at each thrust. Finally he felt his cock lurch and his cum started spewing from the tip. He stopped thrusting her tits and instead gripped them tight in his hands. He continued thrusting his hips though, and he could feel his balls rubbing on her skin. His cum was swiftly forming a huge pearl necklace, and there was also a few streaks across her face. Meanwhile, she was desperately trying to catch the cum that slid down around her neck towards the floor. She was scooping it up in her fingers and painting her chest with it. There was a lot though, and it was very slippery stuff, so Tommy could already see a couple of pools forming on the carpet. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 04 I've just finished Chapter 3, so it's straight into 4 and hopefully with time we can cut down on turn around time. After a false start with someone else who gave the impression of being a great editor, but then unfortunately had to withdraw from providing me with help, I have finally found an editor to help me out, so you can all thank EndOfStory if this chapter seems a little more polished than others. If there are still problems, they're on me. A note on the series, I originally envisioned it as a coming of age story where a slightly physically underdeveloped (apart from his cock) underdog inexplicably gets a huge amount of sex and lives happily ever after. What I originally planned, and am now unsure of, was that his mother, aunt and even grandmother sample him. However, as time has gone by, I've realised that there may be readers who are repulsed or at the very least not interested in reading such stuff. I think that is a fair point of view. For that reason, I completely changed Chapter 3. At the end of the day, I'll write what I'm happy writing, but that change felt right. However, I'm getting a few comments that want his mother or aunt to get involved. This series is a slow burn, so if such a thing happens, it won't be immediate. If you like the series, I implore you to leave a comment on the end letting me know if you're for or against the incest angle for Tommy. If Tommy does go this way, I'll make sure it's segregated enough that your delicate eyes are protected, but I'm not going to waste my efforts on it if the majority would hate it. At the end of the day though, I'll write what feels right to me for the story. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 04 Her eyes left her computer screen and looked kindly down at him, "Can I help you?" "Um, I think I'm here to see Ms Sadler, my name is Thomas Johnson?" Her face lit up brightly, like she was excited, and it made him realise that this woman must have been the one he spoke to on the phone. "Yes, Mr Johnson, let me just tell Ms Sadler you're here." She clicked her mouse a couple of times before speaking into her microphone, "Ms Sadler, Mr Johnson has arrived," she paused, listening, "Yes, I'll take him through." She stood up and left the counter, "Please, come with me Mr Johnson, I'll show you to the meeting room." "Please, you can call me Tommy," She giggled, "Okay." What was funny? As he followed her he sized her up. She was no stick thin model type. Her hips were wide, and the dark grey skirt she wore was stretched tightly across her buns. On top she wore a light blue blouse, and again, it was stretched across her back, implying it was holding a lot of volume out front. He was captivated by her arse though, the way it stuck horizontally off her back, and he knew the phrase, "phat ghetto booty", definitely applied to her. She looked back at him over her shoulder, "I'm Sarah. Did you need a drink, coffee, tea, water?" "No thanks, I'm fine." Tommy was trying not to be nervous. He really had nothing to lose here, maybe his Grandpa left him some money, maybe not, sure money would be nice, but it wasn't going to change his life. Sarah led him to a meeting room with a table that seated about twelve people, "Please take a seat anywhere and Ms Sadler will be with you shortly." "Thanks." Sarah walked back to reception marvelling at Tommy Johnson. Richard Johnson had been a special client around the law firm. He'd passed away eleven years ago, but had apparently paid very well for the firm to continue carrying out instructions he'd left for them, long after his death. Sarah herself had been privy to a few jobs herself, always unusual, like collecting reports from private investigators or arranging meetings with finance companies that weren't listed anywhere. Meeting Tommy had been very exciting for her. It was strange, silly even, but she felt like she'd met a secret agent. The reality wasn't really like that, in fact Tommy had no idea what was going on as far as Sarah knew, but there was certainly a lot of cloak and dagger. She'd been fantasising about Thomas Johnson as she knew him, for months now, knowing that this day was coming and meeting him in person was doing something strange to her. Before meeting him, she'd fantasised about becoming some kind of agent, telling Thomas all the secrets she knew. As far as she knew, Tommy wasn't in any danger, but she'd built up excitement in her mind about him. Putting a face to her fantasy was skewing her fantasies. Despite the fact that Tommy in no way played up to these fantasies she'd had, and he looked quite young, she now found herself fantasising about him physically, and she'd only just met him. Sarah wondered to herself, not for the first time, if she was weird, if she should seek a professional? Tommy was waiting patiently when Ms Sadler came into the meeting room. He stood to greet her, "Ms Sadler." She smiled at him, "Tommy, please, call me Marge." She was a thin woman, probably in her late fifties, dressed in a grey suit with a professional skirt well below her knees. Her smile was disarming, because before she smiled, her countenance was quite severe, but smiling, she seemed as friendly as anyone. "Thank you for coming in today, I'm sure you must have a lot of questions?" she asked as she sat down across from Tommy. "Yes," he answered, but waited for her to continue. She nodded at this, "Well, it might be easier for me to go first. Your grandfather, Richard Johnson, was a very wealthy man. He died, leaving a lot of wealth, and a lot of regrets. His estate actually continues to grow. He knew he was dying, and towards the end, he tried his best to attempt to make up for a lot of his regrets. Our firm handled a lot of Richard's affairs, and it was us he entrusted to carry out his final instructions. Some of his instructions were quite long-term. That brings us to today. Tommy, you'll soon be graduating from High School. Did you bring your grades with you by the way?" "Yes," Tommy reached for his bag and handed over his grades. Ms Sadler reached over to an intercom and pressed the buzzer. "Sarah?" "Yes Ms Sadler?" "Please come and collect a few papers and take them to Clint?" "Certainly Ms Sadler." She looked again at Tommy and continued, "Your grandfather left you some money, Tommy, which you may have guessed. However, he always regretted not having received a proper education. This was not something he told everyone, as he was a self-made man and built his wealth together with your grandmother despite not having gone to college." Sarah arrived, smiled at Tommy, picked up the papers and left. "In addition, he always felt adversity helps you grow and learn, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger', but perhaps not quite as harsh as that. So, he wanted to leave something for you, but he didn't want to give you a free ride. The reason we're sitting here today is because when you graduate, you'll start to gain access to some of your inheritance." This was all making sense to Tommy. His Grandpa had always been very kind to Tommy, doting, but he never spoiled him, or at least Tommy hadn't felt spoiled or privileged. "I could bore you with the details, but that would be better handled by Clint, and he'll be joining us soon. Put simply, if you continue to do well in your studies, you shouldn't want for anything, as long as you don't try to live extravagantly." She paused, allowing Tommy to try to take it all in. He felt conflicted. His Grandpa had always been great to him, but he could never figure out why his Mum hadn't gotten along with her father, and why she hadn't received much from his Grandpa's estate. "Why... why am I getting this? Why didn't Grandpa give anything to my Mum?" Ms Sadler's expression turned thoughtful. After a few moments she attempted to answer Tommy's question, "I can only speculate on the reality of their relationship, and all I have to go on is what Richard told me, and I'm sure he told me more than your own grandmother," her eyes opened wide at this, "I made that sound terrible didn't I? Believe me, nothing happened with your Grandpa, he was completely faithful to your grandmother. I was his confidante, and probably his closest friend. He always said the reason he never needed a therapist was because he had me to talk to, but that's all we ever were. I'm sorry, I should be more professional than this, but as I said, he was a close friend." She looked sincere, and Tommy could tell she was sad as she thought of his Grandpa. He felt that he should believe her. "As I understand it, when your Grandpa found out your mother was pregnant he was very upset, angry. Your mother was... nineteen I believe at the time, and Richard did not think very much of your father at all. Your own grandmother gave birth to your mother when she was only sixteen, and your Grandpa knew the struggles your mother was about to go through, and that your mother wouldn't have a man like himself as her partner. Your Grandpa's biggest regret in life was that he so irreparably damaged his relationship with your mother. Your mother apparently couldn't forgive him for it. In my opinion, your Grandpa could have tried harder to ask for forgiveness, but he was very old in his ways and stubborn as well." She looked to be struggling with something, maybe deciding how much to tell Tommy. "All I will say is that your Grandpa made sure you and your mother were safe, and kept an eye on you both." They were interrupted by a man knocking on the meeting room door. Tommy watched as Ms Sadler visibly pulled herself together. "Please come in Clint." Clint entered and took a seat next to Ms Sadler, "All ready Ms Sadler," he was beaming. He put several documents in front of Ms Sadler. She looked over the papers, "Is this right Clint?" "Yes Ms Sadler, I ran the numbers twice, and may I say Mr Johnson, congratulations on your grades." "I'm sorry, Tommy, this is Clint who works for our Accounting department. Clint, this is Mr Thomas Johnson." Tommy nodded, "Thank you, and its Tommy." Ms Sadler looked up at Tommy and beamed as well. "Well Tommy, I do have some very good news for you," she slid the top paper Clint had given her over to him, "This amount here is the first instalment..." Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 04 Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 04 She moved up his body, first straddling one leg and grinding her naked, wet, dripping pussy against his thigh. Then she lifted her other leg, which brought her sopping snatch into contact with his rock hard rod, immediately adding her dripping juices to the moisture of her own saliva and his pre-cum. She was now above him on all fours, bringing her beautiful, tanned, bra-encased breasts to Tommy's face. He wanted to lean up and place his lips upon them, run his tongue through her cleavage, but he wasn't willing to risk her ire. She reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling it towards her snatch, and running the head up, down and around, rubbing it against her lips and clit, causing her to moan, "Ooooh..." "Oh god..." Tommy let slip from his own lips. The sensations on the sensitive head of his cock were almost indescribable. It was warm, wet, soft, slippery, inviting, squishy and tantalising. He thought back to Ms Stern and knew that if he was with her right now, he could have taken hold of her hips, and shoved his cock as far up her pussy as he could reach, but right now he wasn't, and he couldn't, he simply had to wait, patiently. Mrs Hancock's eyes fluttered open and she looked down at Tommy. Slowly she started to sink down his shaft, forcing his cock head to part her slippery, soft lips. She didn't get far before she encountered resistance. It had been a while since she'd had anything Tommy's size. For years she'd been making do with her husband. Oh it hadn't always been 'making do', but as the love had faded it had. She lowered more weight down, trying to force him inside. His size was impressive, and she had to fight the feeling that perhaps she wouldn't be able to manage him. Instead, she pressed on, determined. "Ugh!" Tommy grunted. Mrs Hancock was trying to take his shaft inside, but she was tight, incredibly tight. It was hard to describe, he wasn't in pain, but he could feel the pressure around his head and along his shaft as her efforts caused his cock to try and bend or drop to find a path with less resistance. She was winning though; he could feel his head inching inside her. She paused to take a breath, and Tommy could feel the pressure relax. She shuffled her legs around, getting comfortable, then she looked at Tommy, and he could see the fire and determination grow in her gaze. She'd taken him, his cock, all the way inside. She wasn't victorious though, in fact the battle had only really just begun. She now had to fuck Tommy so good that she became the most important thing in the world to him. That was how she'd worked before, and it was effective. He'd be eating out of her pussy before she was through. Still... he was very, very big. Time to get started now. She lifted just slightly, bouncing, before slamming herself down on him. He slammed home. "OH GOD!" he yelled. "FUCK!" she screamed, and threw her head back, her eyes opening wide. He wasn't sure why, maybe moving her legs, but this time he slid in quickly and easily. She ground her pelvis around, stirring his rod within her tight honey pot. Tommy resisted the urge to grab hold of her hips, and kept his hands at his sides. Unfortunately, even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't resist flexing his hips, driving himself up at her. "Oooooh, yes..." it caused her to moan. She lifted herself up, and started a gentle rocking motion, causing strokes a few inches long. She opened her eyes and looked at Tommy. He tried to work out how she was feeling. She hadn't admonished him for thrusting into her, so he started to wonder if that would be ok. Where were her boundaries? He glanced down at her tits, watching her cleavage flex and jiggle within her bra. The two big mounds jostled into one another, and Tommy imagined them jostling into his face, over his cheeks, nose and lips. As they surged back and forth, side to side, he imagined the sight of his cock, sliding back and forth between them, feeling the soft flesh tunnel surrounding his hard manhood. She was smiling at him. She leaned forward, placing her hands either side of his head. Her arse was now bobbing up and down, on and off his hard tool but not enough for him to pop free. No, freedom was a thing of the past for Tommy and his monstrous cock. Her soft, sucking, wet quim softly caressed his shaft on all sides. Her new position caused her tits to hang out downwards from her chest. Her bra, instead of holding up her beautiful bosoms, was now trying vainly to hold them still, while they shimmied around, trying to escape forwards from the confines of the pretty, lacy black bra. It was still holding them together, forcing her cleavage together. *Shluck, shluck, shluck, shluck, shluck...* were the sounds coming from their union, as her pussy slid effortlessly up and down Tommy's hard-on. She reached back behind her with one hand, and with a twist, suddenly her bra shot down, dropping from her chest. The shoulder straps slipped down her arms, and the bra landed on his chest, with her arms still through the loops. Tommy saw a label on it, 'Pink', then another that said 36F. "OH GOD!" he exclaimed! 36F cup tits! Mrs Hancock had 36Fs! He was fucking a woman with 36Fs! His hips surged up and down as he fucked up at her. "FUCK YES!" he screamed. Heather was surprised. She'd removed her bra to let her tits free and Tommy seemed to come alive. He was trying to fuck her. It felt great, his rod surging suddenly inside her, fucking her pussy with abandon. But that wasn't how this was supposed to work. It wasn't like she never liked to be fucked, but it was too early for Tommy, she'd have to show him his place. Mrs Hancock sat down heavily on the next down thrust, and Tommy futilely tried to fuck her with his hips, but she was too heavy. He realised what he'd done. He'd acted without permission or instruction, and he knew that was wrong. One or two slips, maybe that was ok, but he'd lost control. He looked into her eyes, expecting fire, but instead she looked confused, blinking. He could see she was trying to gather herself. He thought about trying to take control, she was dazed, maybe he had a shot? She was quick though. She leaned down, mashing her big fucking tits against his chest and the bra between them. She kissed him. Tommy was in shock. Her tongue slipped between his lips and invaded his mouth, rolling around and forcing his own tongue around. As quick as it started, it was over, after she kissed him she bit his bottom lip, enough to hurt, but not too much. She pulled back, dragging and stretching his lip with her. "AH!" he cried in pain. She let his lip go and gritted her teeth at him. Keeping her upper body pressed lasciviously against him, she started to pump her hips, riding the full length of him. Tommy forgot all about the pain in his lip as it was far outmatched by the pleasure he was receiving through his pole. She slowed her thrusts, and started to tell him, "Oh Tommy... uh... you need to learn... god... that I'm the boss... fuck... your mistress... yes... your queen... uh..." As she spoke, she sped up her thrusts, and he could tell she was getting more and more excited, until she screamed in orgasm. "YOUR GODDEEESSSSSSSS! YES! FUCK! CUNT!" she screamed and then squealed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" All movement had stopped. Tommy held his hands passively at his sides. She'd taken him to the cusp of cumming himself, but now she wasn't moving. He thought about trying to fuck her again, but he didn't want to get bitten. Perhaps he should try a different approach? "Mistress, please, I want to cum too?" he asked, hopeful. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. Heather knew she'd not come close to taming Tommy or his cock. She had power, he did as she told him, but she'd cum before him. Now he wanted to cum. Where did that leave her? He'd tried to fuck her before, but this time he was asking, for permission and assistance. She had to play the long game. She was too used to her husband, but she'd had years of beating him down. No, Tommy deserved to cum as well, she just had to make it pleasurable for him, while keeping his thoughts on her, on her gratitude. "Maybe... maybe you've been good enough to deserve a treat, I'm not sure. You didn't ask for permission to fuck back at me before though. What do you think you deserve?" she asked him. Oh boy. He'd heard of this from Brian, his friend, who's Mum often asked him what punishment he thought he deserved. Apparently it always worked out best if Brian chose a harsh punishment, as his Mum was more lenient, while if he chose a light punishment, instead his Mum upped it to like, a double punishment. What to do... "I... I'm sorry for before, you're just so hot, and it felt so good, I couldn't resist. But I promise, I swear Mistress, it won't happen again, I'll do better next time," he pleaded. She lifted her upper body and looked down at him. She looked happy, he thought. He couldn't resist sneaking a look at her tits. She obviously sunbathed in a tiny bikini. Her tits were tanned apart from small, pale triangles and strings going up to her shoulders before disappearing behind the fluffy hem of her gauzy robe. Her nipples were thick, smaller than his thumbs. Her areolas were very, very puffy and formed small mounds themselves. They were about two, maybe two and a half inches across, but might have been bigger if they were so puffy. Her 36F beauties were simply magnificent. He so wanted to nibble on them. Suddenly she bucked her hips. "Oh god," Tommy blurted as he shifted his gaze back to her. She leaned down again, but this time she shifted up the bed a bit as well, and instead of her mouth, it was her right breast that was headed towards Tommy's own lips. His eyes opened wide in shock as he watched the tempting, puffy nipple close on him. It reached his lips, but he wisely held back from capturing it. Mrs Hancock slowly teased his lips, sliding the hard nipple around in circles. Then she made full contact, lowering her boob until the nipple passed his lips, and he found himself kissing her areola. "Suck on it Tommy," she ordered. He was only too happy to oblige. First he opened his mouth wide, to take in as much of her knocker as he possibly could. Then he closed his lips, and wasted no time sucking on it, just lightly at first. He used his tongue to touch and tickle the tip of her nipple, rolling it around in his mouth and curling his tongue around it. It was stiff, but couldn't resist the strength of his tongue as he lavished attention to it. He sucked harder, bringing more of her areola and tit into his hungry mouth, hollowing his cheeks in the process. "Oh shit Tommy! Suck on that titty good. Be a good boy Tommy, do as you're told and suck on my teat like you mean it!" she cried. He wanted to touch as well, but he hadn't been told to do that. His cock was hard, and felt like solid granite. He wasn't on edge, but he knew it wouldn't take him long to get there. Mrs Hancock reached back and fondled his balls, rolling them around in her hands and lightly caressing them. She was resting, still, with about half of his cock still inside her snatch. She was resting after her orgasm, but for Tommy it was just teasing. She pulled upwards on his ball-sack, and asked him, "Do you want to fuck me Tommy? Do you want to shove your lovely cock up inside my tight pussy?" "Ye-" he tried to answer, moving his head aside from her breast, but she took the opportunity to switch breasts, and shoved her lift tit against his mouth before he could even finish the word. His mouth was completely invaded by this new, hard nipple, puffy areola and just a bit of the pale flesh surrounding it. "Well... do you want to fuck me or not Tommy? I didn't hear you..." she said, mockingly, while forcing her teat into his mouth so he couldn't speak. He looked pleadingly up at her, and tried nodding his head, which caused her breast to shimmy and shake mesmerizingly, but it wasn't enough for Mrs Hancock. "Nope, can't hear you." *Mmmfghl, fmffghl... fmffghl!" Tommy tried, desperately to answer her, instead mumbling into her beautiful, heavy, 36F globe. "Ooooooh! Again Tommy!" she barked. She released his balls to slap wetly back against his body. Her left hand started to rub and caress her breast around Tommy's busy mouth, bulging it against Tommy's face. Her right hand gave attention to her right nipple and areola, twisting, turning, pinching and pulling at it. The vibrations must have been pleasing to her nipple or something. He tried to talk again, "Fmffghl, Mmmfghl, uh mmwmgd mmh uggg mmmuh." "Oh god Tommy! Fuck me! Lift up, grab my hips and fuck me!" she pleaded. Heather knew she was losing it. The sensations in her nipple as he vibrated his mouth were too much. She lost control and pleaded with him to fuck her. It was definitely surrender, a loss of control, she just decided that it was a loss of the battle, not the war. Tommy would still be hers to control. Tommy celebrated, and shouted, or at least he would have if his mouth hadn't been full of Mrs Hancock's left teat. She wanted him to talk though, so he shouted, talked, whatever it took to keep making the feelings she wanted. He found himself uttering a stream of pillow talk, oh god, yes, please, fuck, yes, oh god, etc. and so on. Stuff he probably would have been embarrassed to hear himself actually say. He was obviously doing something right, as Mrs Hancock kept crying out in pleasure, "OH FUCK YES TOMMY! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME! TELL ME I'M HOT! I'M YOUR QUEEN!" That was great, but best of all he was now fucking Mrs Hancock. As soon as she'd told him too, he'd grabbed hold of her hips and thrust himself inside her. His feet were planted on the bed as he used all the strength his admittedly feeble muscles could find to shove his primed and ready to fire rocket up inside her slick love-hole. He was inhaling air through his nose, trying to feed his lungs enough oxygen to fuel his ministrations, and he was taking massive hits of her perfume in the process, along with her natural scent spread around by all the juice she'd squeezed out up until now. He was in... Well, not heaven, because this whole Mistress thing was a little weird, but fucking Mrs Hancock was bliss. Several minutes went by, the tit-talking and pussy-pounding going on relentlessly, building them both towards their reward. "I'M CUMMING YOU STUD! FUCK! I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR COCK! MY COCK! IT'S MY COCK AND I'M CUMMING ALL OVER IT!" Mrs Hancock was cumming, obviously, and Tommy couldn't hold on any longer, he was going to join her. "YES! FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING TOO MISTRESS! I'M FUCKING CUMMING! OH GOD YES! YES! YES!" is what he would have shouted, at the top of his lungs, if his mouth hadn't still been occupied. His cock surged, his balls retracted, pumping baby-making juice from the depths of each nut, through the tubes, then into the big tube, which spasmed, pumping the batter as hard and fast as it could to Tommy's kicking, jumping knob. His slit was forced wide open to allow passage of his cream. It splashed inside Mrs... his Mistress's love canal, almost painfully against her, where it mingled with her own juices. Heather could feel Tommy cumming inside her, something she hadn't allowed her husband in years, and therefore something she hadn't felt in years. The pleasure of it took her orgasm to another plane. She could feel her pussy squirting all over Tommy's cock, crotch and the bed beneath them. The sheer volume was something she was totally inexperienced with. Where did this kid find it? There was a male sex god living right next door to her and she'd never even known. She could feel him filling her up quickly. Each stroke, as he continued forcing his huge pussy-pleaser up inside her well-pleased-pussy, resulted in a squirt of both of their respective fuck-creams to surge back out of her. She came down from her high exhausted. She was beaten, in shock. Little Tommy Johnson had tamed her. She must be out of practice, in college she could've taken three Tommies, surely? She'd have to hit the gym, build up her stamina, and get back in fighting fucking shape. She'd lost this battle, but she'd win the war. Tommy finally slowed his thrusts and settled to the bed. Mrs Hancock followed suit and lowered herself gingerly down on him. He could feel the moisture on the bed and on their bodies, and her final settling onto him caused more to run out of her. Her tasty breast slipped from his mouth and he gasped for breath. Their faces were side by side, but neither was looking at the other one. She rolled slowly to the side, taking Tommy with her at first, until he had the space to pull out of her. They lay on their backs, catching their breath, both staring at the ceiling. He looked around the room. The walls were burgundy, with a couple of black and white pictures, one showing a sandy beach, another a misty forest. He was in Mrs Hancock's bedroom, naked, sweaty and panting on her bed. He could feel his cock slowly wilting. He wondered what to do now. He'd been ordered around for the last hour or so, and he wasn't sure if it was finished, so he tentatively asked, "M-Mistress?" "Yes Tommy?" she answered, between deep breaths. "I... should go...?" he stated, questioningly. He didn't feel comfortable lying on her bed, in her house, under her control, but he wasn't assertive enough to just come out and say that. "I'll assume, for your sake Tommy, that was a question," she answered, warningly. Tommy waited, hoping he'd be allowed to leave. Heather thought about it. He wanted to leave. Fair enough, she wouldn't be ready to do anything more to him for a while anyway. He had a long way to go though, and she felt there should be just a little something more, one last show of power from her. She also needed to set the rules going forward. "You can leave Tommy, for now. When we're alone, I'm your Mistress, and you'll address me as such and behave accordingly. When we're not alone however, you will behave normally and call me Mrs Hancock as usual, understood? I don't think you'd like me having to tell your mother about what a dirty boy you are..." she threatened. "I understand, Mistress." He stood up, collected his clothes, pulled on his underwear and trousers before quickly pulling on his shirt and heading for the door. It took him about five seconds to get the door unlocked by working the little latch, how different things might be if he'd known how to work it before? But then he was out of Mrs Hancock's room. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 04 Speaking of his principal, his experiences with her had been very surreal, and unbelievably exciting. Sex with her was probably the most dangerous and possibly illegal thing he'd done in his life. He smiled as he thought about her though, as she seemed desperate to be with him and receive what he had to give her. However, he couldn't tell anyone about any of them. He couldn't go to the movies with them or tell them about the latest TV show he was getting into. Maybe... maybe one day? Maybe he could go on a real date with Vicki when Brian wasn't around. Or after he left school, maybe he could have something with Miss Bush...? No, Brenda was her name. Although, he couldn't see any future with Ms Stern, but she was definitely fun. Mrs Hancock though, she was the most confusing. She definitely wanted to be in charge. He wasn't sure he really liked that, but he couldn't deny that the sex had been fantastic. He went to sleep wondering how he'd managed to go from dateless and sexless, to dateless and totally sexed up, with very little effort on his part. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 05 I didn't achieve all my goals for Chapter 4, so this is kind of a busy Chapter. Reading comments and feedback has been great, I put out the call for some feedback and I got it. Including one incredibly detailed plan for how to progress the series, but unfortunately it was anonymous and besides, I do have my own plan. As I kind of expected, results were about 50/50 for potential incest, which is where I personally was at as well. I'm going to follow both my editor, EndOfStory and the commenter who said I should just write what feels right, which is pretty obvious really. So without further ado... Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 05 "Err... yeah, thanks," Tommy said as he handed over the cash. "Say, do I know you?" No reason to lie that Tommy could think of, so he answered, "Not really, but we went to the same school last year." Tommy checked her out. He couldn't see below her waist over the counter, but she had nice, swelling breasts up above it, hidden inside her sweater. He didn't remember her being quite that busty last year, but he hadn't really noticed either. She was really pretty, and looked at him with a slightly mischievous smile. "Oh yeah, you're the kid with the growth thing..." Tommy looked down embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean." "It's ok, I get that a lot." He looked back up into her eyes. She ran his payment through the till and then gave him his change. "See you around...?" she prompted for his name. "Tommy," he answered. "See you around, Tommy. I'm Janine." "I know," Tommy smiled, having read her name tag. She looked shocked for a minute, then realised and flicked her name tag, which caused her breast to bounce a bit, and Tommy couldn't help but stare for a moment. Then he was gone, out the door, back to the car and his Mum. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 05 "Oh fuck! I feel it Tommy, I can feel you cumming. I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum too... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm cumming, I'm cumming. OH! YES! FUCK YES! OH GOD YES!" Her motions were much more violent as they both came; she slammed up and down on top of him. His cream was forced out of her by her motions and the simple premium on space inside her pussy. Tommy felt his orgasm come to an end. For a moment he lost feeling in his penis, just for a moment, before it started to get really sensitive. Vicki was still riding him, and it soon became ticklish. Too ticklish. "Oh. Vicki..." he started, but didn't know what to say. She was still coming, he couldn't interrupt that. Tommy twisted his body, trying to cope with the over sensitivity in his cock. He thrashed and tried to turn away, as if that could help in some way. Finally Vicki's orgasm ended as well, and she slowed, before resting atop him, bringing him some relief. She lowered herself down to Tommy's chest, and he watched detached, as her breasts soon enveloped his face. They both rested, Tommy's still erect cock lodged in Vicki's slickened pussy, his face lodged in her cleavage, as they both panted to catch their breath. Tommy didn't know how long they rested, but Vicki's tits surrounding his face were having an effect on his rod. He started placing little kisses on her flesh, peppering them all around. That progressed to deeper kisses, lingering over each one. Before too long he was sucking strongly on her breasts, continuing to move around. Vicki moaned, "Mmmm, that feels good Tommy, don't stop." He was now licking and sucking on the olive breasts that were attempting to suffocate him. Obeying the demands of his reinvigorated hard-on, he slowly started to push his hips upward, sliding his cock deeper into Vicki, before relaxing and sliding back. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him, and preventing her from taking away those stellar breasts. "Oh! That's it Tommy, nice and easy," she said. Tommy was proving to be of many talents, knowing just when it was time get back to the fucking. It took men years to learn how to read a woman, and many didn't learn at all. Sure it could have been a fluke. In fact, it probably was, but that didn't stop her from becoming increasingly horny. Tommy's load was squelching out of their union, surging every time he withdrew and thrust upward. It was the first time Tommy had ever had 'seconds'. He'd read the term 'sloppy seconds' but that was usually when more than one man was involved and it seemed to be about humiliation. This was anything but, he'd already experienced Vicki's wonderful charms, this was simply a second round, and there was nothing humiliating about it. Tommy breathed hard through his nose whenever he had the chance, stealing oxygen from the breasts that were trying to smother him. He increased the pace as Vicki started thrusting down on to him as well. He was becoming hornier, and the desire to take control and primitively shove his hardened shaft up into a soft, slick, warm pussy was rising rapidly. Tommy slid his hands down and took hold of her rounded arse cheeks, one for each hand. The task of surrounding her bum with his hands was simply too immense, and he was reduced to sliding his hands all around her arse, caressing it all over, down around and even sliding his hands over her taught thighs. "MMMmmmmm," he moaned with his mouth full of titty flesh. He braced his feet on the bed, and then threw all his strength and energy into thrusting up into Vicki bouncing her up and down on him. "OH GOD YES TOMMY! FUCK ME TOMMY!" she shouted. Vicki could do no more than try to stay on top. Her arms braced as her arse was bounced up and down by Tommy's savage fucking. He continued thrusting for several minutes before Vicki had them move around. She pushed upwards, dragging her tits away from Tommy's hungry, suckling mouth. "Sluurrrrrrrp!" "Let's roll over, then you can pound that cock into my pussy properly Tommy," she told him. She rolled them over, keeping his tube steak securely lodged inside her love oven as she did so. With the new position, Tommy was able to really throw his whole body into it, and began really pounding into her. "OH GOD FUCK YES!" she shouted, cumming again. The sounds coming from her abused honey pot were obscene. The combination of her horny juices and Tommy's earlier load made for a swampy, wet, warm, slick quim, and Tommy's rock hard prick was taking full advantage. Tommy thrust back and forth, throwing all his effort into moving his body and sliding his cock within her steamy oven. It was quite the workout. It took a long time and a lot of effort to get there, but eventually, he was ready to cum again. Vicki was between peaks in her ongoing orgasm, "Oh god, uh, yes, fuck, so good." "I'm gonna cum again Vicki, where should I do it?" "Oh god, yes, in me, cum inside me again Tommy, I want to feel it again." He didn't need to be told twice. "OH FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING VICKI! I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOU! FUCK YES!" His hands were around her shoulders, pulling her down the bed, harder onto his shaft, as he buried himself as deep as he could inside her and fired spurt, after spurt, after spurt, of his potent, baby-making seed inside her. "OH FUCK YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Vicki screamed, reaching another peak, possibly her highest yet. Tommy wanted to just collapse on top of her, but summoned the strength and energy to roll off beside her. He looked at the puddle of juices under her arse as he pulled out, and the surge of cum that followed his cock as he withdrew, marvelling at the amount both he and Vicki had produced. They both panted, exhausted. They lay there resting for several minutes and caught their breath. Tommy looked at the time, while it wouldn't be the end of the world if he wasn't, if he left now he could still beat his Mum home and then wouldn't have to lie to her about where he'd been. He looked at Vicki and said, "I should go." She nodded at him, tiredly. She watched him pick up his clothes and start to dress. He was admiring her underwear strewn on the floor. She had a naughty idea and grinned to herself. It wasn't a good idea in fact there was a degree of danger, but mostly for Tommy. "Why don't you take those with you?" she suggested to him, indicating her panties. "Really? I don't... should I?" he asked, confused. "Go on, something to remember me by," she answered. "Okay." He picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket. This thing of collecting women's panties seemed to be becoming a thing for him. "Thanks Vicki." He looked at her naked body, stretched out seductively on the bed, and he was sure that if he hung around, he'd be ready to go again before long. But she looked pretty well satisfied. He moved over to her and planted a kiss on her lips, and they were soon swapping tongues back and forth. "Until next time?" he asked. "Mmm-hmm," she answered. Tommy left her bedroom, making his way through the house, before letting himself out the front door. He had a long walk in front of him, but he'd definitely gotten a second wind as he left the house. Or was that technically a third wind? Vicki reached into her nightstand and took out a cigarette, something she very rarely allowed herself these days, but Tommy had brought her true satisfaction. Her pussy ached, and it would likely be a day or two before it fully healed up enough to take another pounding like that. She tried to reconcile this 'relationship' with Tommy. It was a lot of fun, and surely giving herself to a teenage boy must bring him a lot of satisfaction, but she wondered if it was emotionally healthy for him. He should probably be dating properly, and learning about girls his own age. With a wry grin, Vicki realised she certainly wouldn't be turning him away from her bed, not when he was hung the way he was. But maybe she should encourage him to get out and date as well. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 05 "Magnificent," she said, before she descended on it with her mouth. Her bright red lips wrapped themselves around the head of his dick and sank down, sliding wetly against the taught flesh of his shaft. The pleasure was awesome, but Tommy couldn't quite leg go, worried about being poisoned. He should stop her, demand she tell him what's going on. Somehow though, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He felt her tongue swirl around his tool, softly caressing and curling around it. Her bright red lips looked awesome travelling up and down his cock. He could see slight smears of her red lipstick being left behind as a sort of signature. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his tool. Sarah sucked his cock because his life depended on it. It was obvious that 'they' had somehow poisoned his cock and caused some kind of priapism. The only cure was to suck it out, and fast, and she had just the mouth for the job. She applied herself, focussing on sucking the poison out of his cock. Tommy leaned back in the chair, experiencing the bliss of having his member sucked by such a keen mouth. "OH!" he cried, sitting up. It was by no means his first blow job, but he'd never experience the sheer suction that Sarah suddenly applied. "OH MY GOD! OH! OH! Ooooooooooh..." he groaned. His entire schlong was inside Sarah's mouth, and he was pretty sure that part of it had entered her throat. Her suction had caused him to curl around her head, lifting his legs off the ground. He felt like she was going to suck him inside out. He curled his arms around her head, but made no move to take control, the pleasurable head job needed no input from him. She withdrew, slowly, her cheeks hollowed with the vacuum pressure. "OH GOD! That feels so good." Suddenly he felt her tickling his balls with her fingertips. It pushed Tommy past a limit. He was no longer content to let her slowly suck his dick, despite how good she was at it. He needed more. He straightened out and stood up, causing the chair to roll back out of the way. In the process, he'd inadvertently forced his shaft back deep inside Sarah's awesome, vacuum sealed mouth and pushed his crown into her throat. He took hold of her head, lightly rather than forcefully, and started fucking her mouth. "Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck," she gagged as his tip poked against her throat, triggering her gag reflex which she obviously fought to control. He wasn't forcing her, but she had surrendered to his control, and he thrust himself back and forth, sliding his shaft through her lips, and all the way to the start of her throat. She maintained her extreme suction, making each backstroke especially pleasurable as Tommy overpowered the vacuum and pulled backwards. Wow, Sarah thought, breaking character for a moment, Tommy Johnson was impressive. He didn't have to be for her fantasy to work, but she wasn't complaining. She could feel the moisture in her twat, slickening her lips and drooling into her panties. It had been a couple of months for her with nothing but her fantasies and sex toys, which were satisfactory, but a second player was always a lot more fun. Now, what next? She had to get out of her clothes, and get Tommy naked as well. He seemed keen, but she wanted to maintain her fantasy. She had to cure his poison. If only she was lactating. "MMMMMMmmmmmm," she moaned, with her mouth and throat stuffed full of Tommy's rod. Sure, she wasn't a stranger to lactation fantasies, but right now she was in a heightened state, and the mere thought of Tommy sucking down milk from her teats was mind blowing. To hell with it... Sarah took control again and rose off his cock. Tommy stood back and watched, eager to see what was next. His cock was so hard right now. His cock... the poison! She said he was poisoned! She climbed to her feet and wasted no time, whipping the straps to her lacy red bra down off her shoulders, before reaching behind her back and unsnapping it. Her hooters dropped forward slightly, while her bra shifted forward, releasing them. She pulled off her bra but manoeuvred her hands and arms so that Tommy never caught sight of her nipples. He completely forgot the poison again as she teased him with her naked yet hidden tits. "Here, suck on these, it'll help," she claimed, before sliding her hands back and revealing her jugs to Tommy in all of their immense, hefty glory. They were at least as big as Ms Stern's, and they both shared a similar body type, a bit curvier than average, though Sarah was not as big as Ms Stern overall. He was so lucky, getting his cock wet with all these busty, top heavy babes. Her nipples were hard, and stuck out, pointing at Tommy, begging for his attention. Her nipples were pretty big, not as long as Vicki's, and certainly bigger than Brenda's and Ms Stern's. Her areolas were much smaller than Ms Stern's and not puffy like Mrs Hancock's. Still, they were beautiful, and tempting. He dove in, tongue first, avoiding her nipple, to lick around her tit. He passed from one to the other, trying to share his attention around. He took hold, sharing the task of holding onto her mammaries with her. They were soft, and very pliant. He pursed his lips and sucked on her breast flesh, sucking a mouthful inside his mouth. "Oh yes! That's it!" she cried. He moved around, keeping up the suction with his wet lips. Each time he lost contact he slurped at her melon, swiftly taking in another mouthful between his wet lips. He felt one of her hands take hold of his johnson, languidly stroking it back and forth, not overly exciting Tommy, just maintaining his erection, though he knew he didn't need any help with that right now. Her hand slid fluidly through the mixture of precum and saliva coating his rock hard cock. His hands were not idle, caressing and squeezing her heavy jubblies. Her nipples strained, crying out for attention, and Tommy wanted to give them that attention. He ran his tongue around each one in circles, closing in but never quite making contact, lapping each one repeatedly before switching to the other. Finally he ran roughshod over one. "OH!" she cried out. Again he went back to lapping around the nipples, switching tits. After a few repetitions he gave the other nipple the run over treatment, but this time he crushed his tongue against the nipple, trying to flatten it against her breast, pushing against it with a lot of pressure. "OH FUCK!" she yelled and clutched his naked buttocks in her hands, pulling him against her. He focussed on her nipples now, pushing and prodding them with his tongue. He shifted to her side, eager to focus his attention. He chewed on her nipples, mostly with his lips and tongue, but he slipped in the occasional nip with his teeth as well. "OH FUCK! BITE MY NIPPLES TOMMY! BITE MY TITS!" she yelled. He had one arm around her waist behind her, with his hand sinking into her enormous booty, copping a feel and grabbing hold of her delectable arse cheek. His face was pressed up against her left boob, giving his lips, teeth and tongue access to her hard nipple and soft areola. His left hand busied itself occupying her right jug, cupping it, pushing it, squeezing it, hefting and jiggling it. He pinched her nipple between his fingers while he lightly bit her opposite nipple. "OH FUCK YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she screamed in orgasm. He could feel her juices spray through her panties onto his leg as she straddled it and rubbed her mound against him. Sarah continued rubbing her twat against his leg, eager for any kind of contact. She had to get fucked, and now. Maybe her pussy juice could offer his poisoned cock some soothing relief? She hurriedly pulled the zip down on her skirt, and turned from Tommy, dragging her tits away from him as he resisted and tried to keep them with him. Sarah turned from him, and her breasts were slowly, achingly dragged away. Looking at her from behind, Tommy was mesmerised by the red whale tail, but it was only the beginning. Sarah pushed her thumbs beneath the waistband and shimmied her skirt over her wide hips. Her booty was resisting her efforts, and she really had to shake her hips to get it down. Her arse shook like some kind of porn star in a rap video, jostling around like a couple of cats fighting in a sack. And that wasn't all, her shaking and shoving efforts had her breast puppies dancing a jig as well. Tommy could only see them from the sides as the swung to and fro, and he was almost sad he was missing the show, but her slowly revealed buns were putting on a pretty decent show of their own. Finally Sarah dropped her skirt and stepped out of it. She looked back at Tommy over her shoulder. She wore nothing but her black leather pumps, a fiery red thong, and a mischievous grin. Her grin was mirrored on Tommy's face, not that he knew it. "I think I know where we can put your cock that might give it some relief," she suggested. She peeled down the red thong, and leant over the couch, kneeling on the seat, but Tommy couldn't wait. He knew she was offering her honey-pot up to him, and he wasn't going to wait until she had to spell it out anymore than she already had. Her panties were still around her knees when he made his move. He lurched forward, his hard, twitching cock leading the way. He never paused, quickly taking hold of the base and stirring his cock in her hot, wet snatch, looking for the opening to her personal heaven. Finding it, he shoved himself forward, hard. "OH!" she exclaimed. Bottoming out, he held himself deep, and clenched his dick, pulsing it within her. "Oh god Tommy!" She was tight, but comfortable. Her pussy grabbed his cock, but he knew he'd be able to pound her without too much effort, or discomfort for her. He thrust his hips, not withdrawing yet, merely enjoying her warm, moist depths. He ran his hands across her buttocks. They were big, heavy, fleshy, beautiful buns, with unblemished, enticingly smooth skin. He had to, it wasn't even a choice, it was just going to happen. He reached back, before bringing his open hand back, slapping her butt with his fingers splayed out wide. *SLAP!* "OW! FUCK! Tommy..." she pleaded. He caressed her butt where he'd slapped it, watching a red hand print appear. Sarah had never been slapped or spanked. It had never entered her fantasies. It hurt, and she didn't want to get hurt. She felt Tommy petting her bum where he'd slapped it, and very quickly her opinions on spanking flipped. The tingling sensation left behind after the spank, were amazing. "Oh fuck! Squeeze my tits! Pinch my nipples!" she cried. Tommy wasted no time. His cock was still fully embedded in her snatch, but he reached forward, beneath her and grabbed hold of her big fun-bags. He pressed up, against her chest, and curled his hands into the flesh, loving the feeling of them trying to escape between his fingers, oozing between them. He felt her nipples and tweaked them, before doing as she requested and pinching them. "AH! YES! SPANK ME AGAIN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME TOMMY!" she screamed at him. He withdrew, leaving a good couple of inches inside her, before sliding back in, slowly. When he reached bottom again, he slapped her other butt cheek. "FUCK IT! FUCK IT! YES! YES! YES!" she shouted. He started fucking her, sliding his dick in and out of her baby-tunnel, withdrawing until he felt his ridge reach her lips, before pushing back inside. His tempo built. He caressed her hips and butt, though it wasn't perfect, trying to caress her perfect booty while at the same time trying to plug his cock inside her twat. He leaned back to give himself better access. Watching her beautiful arse cheeks jiggle to his movements was amazing. He took hold of her hips and drilled her, shoving his cock in and out of her steaming pussy. His cock tingled with pleasure, he hoped, thinking again of the poison, and he sought more of the soothing sensation that her love-hole was bringing him. Again his thrusts surged, developing a wave rhythm, building speed, and then slowing, before speeding up again. Her arse was unbelievably hot, sexy, spankable, and above all, fuckable. Her hips fit his hands like they were made for each other, though he gripped with all his might, and put all his effort into fucking Sarah's tight, hot cunt. He slapped her arse, watching it jiggle exaggeratedly, on top of the rippling motion it was picking up from his fevered fucking. He wanted to somehow shove his whole body between her arse cheeks. Her booty was big, but not quite that big. Nevertheless, the thought caused another surge in his motions, his hips thrust in and out of her, driving his cock as deep as it could go before snapping back out and starting again. "Fuck Sarah! God you feel so good on my cock," he said as he thrust into her. "Fuck... yes... fuck... me... Tom-... my... fuck... yes... you... fuck... me... so... good... yes... uh... yes... uh... uh... uh..." she said, brokenly with the rhythm of their fucking, eventually breaking down into grunts. The tight caress of her honey pot was divine. He wasn't sure why, but his poisoned cock was certainly getting relief inside her moist quim. He was really lucky that she was here, and willing to help him. He tried to focus on the poison. Why would someone poison him? Was it to do with his inheritance which he'd only just found out about? Who knew about it other than his family and Brian? It must be someone who stood to benefit from his death. Her secret agent contact, Tommy, was doing a marvellous job of shafting her wet and hungry pussy. Sarah took hold of the back of the couch, allowing her to use her arms for leverage to push back against Tommy's hard meat as he fucked her hard, grabbing hold of her hips for leverage of his own. His cock would surely be just about ready to fire out his undoubtedly delicious cream. She wondered where to take it. It may be poisoned, she thought, and smiled to herself as she continued to groan to the beat of Tommy's pounding, so it wouldn't look good to swallow it. Tommy reached forward again to feel her big ol' titties bounce around. He loved feeling the varying weight as he held them in his hands, depending on how much he tried to pick them up. They jiggled in his grip so sexily as well. Her nipples were hard, and felt great as they rubbed around in his palm, being tweaked by the pressure of his grip. He was feeling that growing feeling of pressure that he knew meant he was going to cum soon. It had built for a short while now, and he knew he didn't have long. Going for broke, he pinched her nipples between his fingers for just a moment, relatively hard. "OH FUCK TOMMY! MY TITS! FUCK! YES!" she screamed. Tommy leaned back to watch her arse jiggle again. It was so much wider than him, maybe even double his width. He spanked her again, twice, one for each cheek. *SLAP! SLAP!* "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING! FUCK YES I'M CUMMING! OHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!" he felt her pussy squeeze his cock extra hard and knew he was about to follow suit. "I'm gonna cum Sarah," he panted. "MY ARSE! CUM ALL OVER MY FUCKING ARSE YOU FUCKING BIG COCK MOTHERFUCKER! SHOOT YOUR CREAM ALL OVER MY BIG BEAUTIFUL ARSE AND PAINT THAT FUCKER WITH YOUR GOO! FUCK YES!" He pulled back and grabbed the base of his dick. He noticed her pink little arsehole, and thought how cute it looked. He considered pushing inside, but didn't have any experience there. Her arse was simply magnificent as she twitched to the demands of her orgasm. He could see her juices dribbling down the inside of her legs. He didn't need to, but it felt good, so he jacked on his hard shaft a couple of times. Before he'd even finished the second stroke his pole was shooting its wad. The first shot stretched all the way from her buns up to her dishevelled hair, clumping it together. The second followed suit, but didn't reach quite as far, highlighting her spine all the way from the small of her back to halfway to her shoulder blades. "OH FUCK YES TOMMY! COAT ME WITH YOUR JUICE!" she continued in the throes of her passion. The next few shots were nowhere near as powerful, but they didn't lack for volume. He succeeded in coating her buttocks, leaving some of his splooge drooling down the outside of her legs, and a spoonful or so filled her arse crack, obscuring her little rosebud from his appraising gaze. Her awesome arse was completely coated in his spunk, from the crease at the back of her legs, all up over the curving cheeks with even a little pool in the small of her back. Her orgasm seemed to have ended, as she had devolved into simple moaning, "MMMmmmmm..." Suddenly he noticed she had her fingers on her pussy, tickling the lips and occasionally slipping one inside. It almost looked like she was transferring her fingers, which were collecting the dripping results of his explosion, to her mouth where she was licking them clean. Tommy staggered backwards and leaned against the table as he took in the sight. She started to rise. She could still feel the gooey, delicious results of his ball-draining hosing of her arse dripping downwards. She loved the feeling of having her arse coated, always had. It had made her popular when she left High School, as she hadn't exactly been a prude, or stingy with her charms. She'd been right too, Tommy's cum was delicious, he must eat pretty healthily, in fact, it was the best she'd ever tasted. She regretted not having him splooge on her fun-bags, where she'd have been able to scoop it up much more easily and not waste it. She knelt on the couch and reached back with her hand to try to collect the surge of cream which left her back as the dam formed by her butt was tilted sideways, and the cream which had been pooled in the small of her back drooled down towards her arse crack. She smeared it up her back, collecting as much as she could before licking her fingers clean again. She stood fully and turned to face Tommy, revelling in the slimy feel of her butt, back and legs. Tommy felt drained, exhausted... sucked dry... sick... POISONED! He'd been poisoned! "FUCK!" he yelled. How could he let himself get distracted by sex when he was dying?!? "Oh my god! I'm going to die, someone poisoned me," he cried, feeling tears start to burn at the edge of his eyes. He stared into Sarah's eyes pleadingly, completely immune to the sight of her awesome, naked body and ripe, heavy tits. Sarah winced, yet still a small smile played on her lips. Was something funny? Oh dear, she thought, this is why I can't maintain a relationship. She had fun, and lots of it, though she did wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend, especially one with a vivid imagination like her. Inevitably though, they ended up calling her crazy and dumping her impressive, stacked arse. She never thought about what Tommy would be going through, thinking he was poisoned. She'd do it all over the same again though, it had just been too much fun, and felt too good, to do anything differently. She saw the beginning of anger in his eyes and thought it best to just come clean, as honestly and quickly as possible. "You're not poisoned Tommy," she began. "I'm not..." What? "No, I made it up. It was a fantasy. I have a very vivid imagination." She looked down, embarrassed, and clutched her hands in front of her, inadvertently obscuring her pussy partly. "When I..." she inhaled, gathering courage, "when I have sex, it always makes it better when I imagine some scenario, and place myself in it, and cast the guy in a particular role. I know this doesn't make any sense, all that matters is that you're not poisoned, you're safe and healthy, as far as I know anyway." "A fantasy?" Tommy was no stranger to fantasy worlds. He read novels about swords, sorcery, sci-fi, aliens and mutants, all sorts of things. He played D&D, video games, watched nerdy movies, he was a geek. He'd never really considered her kind of fantasy though. It was like... when he sat at home, imagining Vicki or Miss Bush finding a way to sneak into his room, and jacking off to the thoughts. Sarah was doing that, but for real, and adding another person. Why would she do that? And why didn't she tell the other person? Fantasy games were always better when everyone knew the rules and participated. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 05 "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. She looked down and away from him, "Honestly, because it's embarrassing. And, it's the easiest way for me to go after someone I want." She looked back at him now, with conviction. "I wanted you Tommy, even before I met you. I made up a fantasy where you were a secret agent, and my firm was trying to have you killed. I was going to play the informant, tell you what I knew so you could turn the tables on them. I just got carried away. I'm sorry." So, he thought, she'd concocted a fantasy that allowed her to seduce him, they'd had sex, and he wasn't going to die. He wasn't even poisoned, and admittedly, sliding his hard cock up her pussy from behind while her phat booty jiggled had been awesome. So he'd had a little fright, it was definitely worth it. He smiled at her, signalling his forgiveness. He'd have to be careful of anything she ever said to him. "I guess that's ok then. I'm sorry I freaked out," he replied. She smiled back at him, "I'm glad. I really didn't want to freak you out the way I did." He shrugged, "It's cool." He looked at the clock on the wall. "Well, I better head for the bus anyway." "I could drive you? I mean, it's really the least I could do." Tommy thought about it. It would be nice not to catch the bus, and it wasn't really that unusual to get a lift from someone working at the law firm handling his inheritance was it? "Okay, thanks." He now felt a little uncomfortable standing there, both of them naked. Sarah was really hot, but he didn't think he'd be able to get an erection this soon. So he moved towards his pants. "Well, we should probably get going then?" he asked. "Of course," she replied. As he pulled on his underwear and pants he stole sidelong glances as she pulled on her skirt. Once he was dressed he noticed her bra lying in front of him, while Sarah buttoned her jacket. She must be topless under the jacket. He picked up the bra, and unable to resist the curiosity, looked at the label. It was faded, but he could just make out the 44F, signifying the size of her substantial breasts. He then held it out for her to take. She smiled at him, and accepted her bra. She then went to the table to check on the papers. "Oh, we missed a couple," she giggled, "We should probably complete the papers since that's why you're here, although I wouldn't mind an excuse for you to come back in." Tommy quickly completed what was needed. Apparently, with these documents completed, in the future, they would be able to access his grades in order for his trust fund to continue to release money to him. Once they were complete, Sarah took them away from the meeting room, out for filing or storage or whatever they normally did with those documents. In one hand she carried the papers, in the other, her bra. Tommy tidied himself up as much as he could and headed for the reception area to wait for Sarah. When she appeared, she'd cleaned up a bit as well, and he could see a light pink blouse on underneath her jacket now. "All done, let's get going shall we?" she asked with a bright smile. As they left she turned off the lights and locked the door. She led Tommy to an underground car park beneath the office building that was mostly empty. "I'm really lucky to have a space here. Apparently the firm bought up the majority as they were the first to buy in, although I might lose it soon. This is me," she said as she activated her key and the doors opened to a little yellow hatchback. They both got in and Sarah manoeuvred the car onto the street. Sarah sat in the driver's seat and stole the occasional glance over at Tommy. She squirmed in her seat, her bum starting to feel a little uncomfortable. She knew that putting her skirt on over her cum slickened arse probably wasn't the best plan, but it had been so deliciously slutty. Now that it had dried and caked onto her arse and skirt though, she knew it was going to be painful to remove. She resisted the temptation to conjure up another fantasy. First of all, they didn't mix well with driving as she'd find herself dodging imaginary tails or chasing random cars through traffic and had been pulled over a couple of times already. Secondly, Tommy probably deserved to get home without dealing with her craziness. Although... Sarah suddenly pulled over into the parking lot of what looked like a kindergarten. It was completely deserted. He looked around, trying to work out why they were here, and then turned to see Sarah hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse. She'd already pulled her jacket back off her shoulders, and now her delectable cleavage was coming into view. She licked her finger and then traced a circle around her nipple, tweaking it. "Oh fuck," he blurted. His cock knew it was time for action again and started swelling. She watched his pants as his bulge started to grow. Then she was leaning over, her hands reaching for his buckle. She soon manoeuvred his pants open and pulled his hardening schlong up clear of them. The cool air and space to move was a relief to Tommy, and he moaned, "MMmmmm." She wasted no time and swallowed Tommy's cock whole, or at least as deep as she could go. Tommy knew his position wasn't the best for her to go all the way down. In fact, he realised that if he was a heftier guy, this would be extremely uncomfortable for Sarah. He snaked one hand underneath her and slid his fingers underneath her breast, feeling her nipple press into his hand. He curled his fingers around the fleshy, jiggling globe, and gave it a squeeze for good measure. His other hand occupied itself in her hair, twisting the locks around in his fingers, moving in time with the bobbing of her head. She moaned as she worked, causing her mouth to vibrate around his big, hard member. He couldn't see her lips, but he could feel them sliding wetly along his shaft. Her tongue was in the game as well, pressing against and swirling around his prick as she lavished attention to his hard tool. "Oh god Sarah... Suck it Sarah... Suck on my cock..." He couldn't believe she'd pulled over just to give him a blowjob, so soon after he'd emptied his balls all over her sweet, sweet arse. He drummed his fingers up against her heavy, swaying fun-bag. He wished he could see them, and lovingly lick them with long strokes of his tongue. But if the payout for not seeing her immense, beautiful jugs was the tonguing and blowjob, it was a price he was happy to pay. She kept her lips tight against him, again applying her impressive suction. Tommy knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to make this good. He figured, maybe, she owed him something after making him think he'd been poisoned. He gave her nipple a tweak and a hard pinch, before bringing his hands together on her head. He now had two hands entwined in her hair, and he knew he was seconds away from shooting his wad down her sucking throat. He pushed down on her head, forcing her just a little bit deeper. He heard her gag as he did this, *GLUCK*, but she didn't try to fight him off. Now in control, he bucked his hips up while trying to hold her head in place. "Oh fuck yes!" exclaimed Tommy. It was good, but not great. He lifted her head and then drove it back down as he bucked his hips. "FUCK YES!" he cried, much better that time. Again he moved her head and thrust his hips. "OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'm shooting it, yeah... god yes... mmmmmm, take it... drink it Sarah... yes..." Tommy's load was nothing to be scoffed at considering he'd cum not that long ago. She was able to swallow fast enough not to lose any. In fact, Sarah thought, it was pretty impressive he'd been able to get it up again so quick. Sarah was just really happy that she was getting to swallow it... after all... she'd heard that it had magical properties... As his orgasm finished, Tommy's hips twitched as his cock became really sensitive, yet Sarah continued trying to suck out more spunk. "Oh... stop... please..." Finally he had to push her head away. Sarah leaned back in her seat with a satisfied smile, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. They both panted for a moment. Sarah began buttoning her blouse, and straightened her jacket, while Tommy struggled to tuck his flaccid cock back into his pants. Sarah started the engine again and they left the car park. Tommy smiled when he noticed it was called the 'Happy Times Kindergarten'. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 06 Thanks to EndOfStory my forgiving and tireless editor. Feedback is always so important, so remember to comment or send me direct feedback, no matter how long the gap is between me posting the story and you reading it. Getting feedback often draws me into writing a bit more on one of these stories, so if you like it, make your contribution by dropping a bit of feedback. And to all those who have, my sincere thanks to all of you. Longest chapter so far. If that's disappointing, I apologise. I can't promise they'll get shorter, longer or stay the same; they are as long as they are. In case you haven't noticed, Tommy usually gets some action from more than one lovely female each chapter and that continues here. Mostly they are ladies who are older than him, so Tommy will remain under Mature, but he won't only be into Mature ladies. So without further ado... * * * Dramatis Personae (Prior Chapters) Thomas (Tommy) Johnson. Age 19. Due to a condition when he was a small child, his body's development was stunted, though doctors assured that his growth would eventually catch up. He's blessed with a 6" dick that becomes 10" hard. Amy Johnson, Tommy's single mother. Age 36. Amy has silky, shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She works hard to provide a decent life for Tommy despite being a single parent and is extremely proud of her son's intelligence though she is over-protective of him physically. Tommy is feels guilty for having checked out his Mum once or twice. Brian Cherry, Tommy's best friend. Age 18. He and Tommy have been friends for most of their lives. Vicki Cherry, Brian's mother. Age 40. 38DD-25-36. Olive skin, wavy brown hair styled like Farrah Fawcett, with thick, dick-sucking lips, and brown eyes. Vicki appears to be the doting, reserved, single mother, but underneath is a wild child. She took Tommy's virginity. Brenda Bush, Tommy's teacher. Age 27. 34DD-26-34. Dark brunette hair, brown, almost sleepy-looking eyes, slightly thick nose, high cheekbones, pouting lips. Brenda has a weakness for students that has resulted in her getting fired a few times. Most recently, she's taken a strong liking to Tommy, and was the second woman Tommy slept with. Ms Stern, Tommy's principal. Age 48. Honey blonde hair with highlights, hanging loosely down her back in a sort of wavy, 50's style when free, but normally bound up in a bun, and soft, green eyes. She behaves much as her name, sternly, but once she had Tommy in her office, it became quite obvious that she is a submissive, wanton cumslut. She is the third woman Tommy has fucked. Heather Hancock, Tommy's neighbour and his Mum's best friend, recently separated. Age 31. 36F-23-36. Tommy's fourth 'conquest', Heather lured Tommy into her house where she had dominant sex with him and made him call her Mistress. Tommy was very unsure of himself, but somehow survived. The sex was great, but he's not sure he enjoyed being submissive. Sarah is the receptionist at Sadler, Chisholm & Associates. Age 22. 44F-30-42. She works at the law firm handling Tommy's trust fund and is the owner of a 'phat, ghetto booty'. She has a very vivid imagination and derives pleasure out of living them out, without letting her partners know. Janine is a dirty-blond service station cashier that graduated from Tommy's High School last year. Age 19. * * * This was amazing. There was simply no way to describe the feeling. The bliss Tommy was experiencing was simply out of this world. Absolutely no doubt about it, driving his car along this winding road was awesome. Tommy had passed his test and received his licence, and had now been driving for about a week. This was his first chance to get out into some winding roads and simply drive, rather than transitioning between locations, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. He was still a little scared by it all, driving out on his own, and there was no denying the power that rested just below his right foot. He was still extremely careful when pushing down the accelerator, but despite that he'd had a couple of close calls already. He was getting better though. Oh well, time to actually get something done today, he thought as he headed back towards home. * * * "I didn't even know she liked me," Brian was telling him, "until Josie slipped me the note in Maths." Tommy continued to listen, smiling at his friend's confusion. "I mean, she is a little nerdy, with those glasses, but I think she's cute, right?" "Sure," Tommy replied, grinning. "Do you think... do you think I should ask her out?" Brian asked, tentatively. "Are you kidding me? We've never had a date, and now a girl sends you a note telling you she likes you? Of course you should ask her out! If you don't you're an idiot." "Right... of course," Brian replied, looking nervous. "But how? I don't want to look like an idiot." They both stopped to think about it. "Maybe you could ask her after school? Wait until she says goodbye to her friends?" Tommy suggested. "That could work, making sure no-one's around to laugh if she says no... What if she says no Tommy?" Brian worried. "She won't. She sent you a note already saying she liked you," Tommy said. Melissa, or Lissa, as everyone called her, was part of the female group of nerds at school. Despite the fact that they had a lot in common, Brian and Tommy had never really paid too much attention to them. But now Brian was all aflutter over one of them, thinking himself into knots. * * * Tommy was driving Brian home from school that day when they had one of their worst disagreements. "No way! I can't believe we're even having this discussion!" Tommy all but shouted. "I don't see what the big deal is, I lend you my games all the time," Brian pleaded. "That is not even remotely the same Brian!" Tommy shouted, getting angry. Suddenly a car pulled out ahead of them and Tommy slammed on the brakes, swerving to the side. He mounted the footpath and the car bounced a bit before coming to a stop, miraculously avoiding all hazards. Tommy and Brian both stared ahead for a moment before looking at each other. Tommy switched off the engine and hopped out to meet the elderly lady who'd been driving the other car. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you," she said. Tommy was angry, but seeing the apologetic lady caused his anger to dissipate, especially since there was no damage. "That's ok. Just be more careful." He thought about telling her he was a new driver, but didn't see the point. She didn't say that he did anything wrong after all. He wondered if he could have done things better if he hadn't been arguing with Brian. His Mum hadn't wanted him to take any passengers at all for a while, saying that they'd be a distraction, and he was starting to believe her. He got back in the car and turned to Brian. "I'm sorry Tommy. I shouldn't have asked, let's just forget about it." "That's ok, Brian. But I'm just not ready to lend you my car, I only just got my licence and besides, this car was my Grandpa's and he left it to me, I have to respect that." "No worries." Tommy started the car and carefully backed back onto the street and drove on. After a few minutes of silence he asked, "Hey, what about if you gave us a lift? I know that's a big favour, but I really don't want to have to get my Mum to drive us." On the whole, it wasn't a big deal. It was kind of lame to act as his friend's chauffeur for his first date, but it was better than lending out his car, so he agreed, "Ok, I'll drive you both." "Thanks Tommy." * * * "Brian told me what you're doing for him, Tommy," Vicki told him, with a wide, warm smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you; you really are a very nice boy. Brian is very lucky to have you as a friend." 'Boy' hurt him just a bit, but this was still his friend's Mum, so it wasn't that unusual. Although they'd had sex a couple of times now, so surely he rated something more than 'boy'. He shrugged and said, "That's ok, I don't mind." "He also told me he asked to borrow your car and you let him know he couldn't. You did the right thing. Now, what are you going to do while they're at the movie?" she asked. "I don't know, hang around the mall? Maybe take a book to read or something? I really don't want to see that chick flick and besides, he doesn't want me in on his first date, and I wouldn't want to be there for that anyway." "Well, maybe I could come to the mall as well." For just a moment, the thought of them together at the mall, on a date appeared in Tommy's mind. He looked at her, but couldn't fathom whether or not that is what she was suggesting. "Ok," he said, guardedly. She smiled, "I actually thought we could do some shopping?" He imagined following her through clothing stores and underwear stores, watching her model different outfits. That definitely sounded better than when he used to have to follow his Mum around as a kid. "I really think you could use some new clothes." She meant shopping for him? Tommy inadvertently rolled his eyes, but Vicki saw it immediately. "Now don't be like that Tommy. You're going to Uni soon, and eventually you might want to take a nice college girl out on a date too, and your Spiderman and Serenity T-shirts, despite how cool you think they are, aren't up to the task of attracting a hot college chick." Tommy winced inwardly when she mentioned taking a girl on a date. It had been a growing, nagging issue for him without having someone else point it out to him. While he never really pictured himself and Vicki on a date, it still hurt a bit to hear that from her. "Okay," he said. Vicki grinned at him and punched him lightly on the arm, "Buck up stud, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." "It's your turn Tommy!" Brian yelled from the den. "Coming," Tommy called back and gave Vicki a lopsided smile before heading back down the hallway. * * * Vicki had given some thought to her proposed mall visit with Tommy. She'd been feeling a little guilty for using him, and had decided to do something for him. She was going to take him shopping, really shopping, and give him some style tips. She was a bit of a social butterfly and always took note of style and fashion that she observed when she was out and about, so she was confident she could help Tommy like that. However, she was a little worried about being seen shopping at the mall with one of her son's friends, so she'd decided to make a phone call. "Hello?" "Hi Amy, it's Vicki Cherry, how are you?" "Hi Vicki, good actually. Yourself?" "Yes, not too bad, still adjusting a little bit to having scumbag gone... oh, please don't tell Brian or Tommy I called him that." Amy laughed, "Ha ha ha, your secret is safe with me. So how is Brian and how is he coping?" Vicki sighed, "Not too bad. We've both tried to make this about us and not let Brian feel in any way involved, but all divorcing couples says that, and every child always feels involved, how can they not. Brian seems to be doing ok though, he just misses his father. Although to be honest, he probably sees his father a little more these days anyway. Personally though, it's hard not to feel bitter at him." "Well he certainly doesn't appear to be acting any different around here, still eating me out of fridge and pantry," she giggled. "I'm so sorry Amy," Vicki apologised. "No, no, not at all Amy, I love having him over here, although they definitely seem to be at your place more often." Vicki was sure Amy knew it was because Brian simply had more stuff, but there was no need to discuss that. "It's fine. Anyway, the reason I was calling is kind of exciting." "Oh?" "Yes, I found out that Brian asked a girl out to the movies on Friday." "Really?" Amy knew that neither of their sons had dated at all in High School, and Vicki had always seen that as a problem. She gathered that Vicki had been a bit of a wild child until she married. Their sons had been friends throughout High School, and so they'd gotten to know one another on a casual basis, occasionally getting together for a barbeque or something similar, but they certainly weren't close friends. She'd also heard that perhaps Vicki wasn't finished being wild, now that she was divorced. She was happy that Brian was going on a date, although she was just a tad jealous that it wasn't her Tommy dating, not that she wanted him hanging around some trollop. "Yes, I'm so excited for him. He actually asked to borrow Tommy's new car for the occasion-" Amy gasped, "-but Tommy put a stop to that, and rightly so. But Tommy did agree to chauffeur them for the night. Apparently Brian doesn't want his cool Mum getting in the way and showing his girl how he can't compete on coolness with his Mum." That sounded exactly like a Vicki thing to say, Amy thought. "So, I asked Tommy what he was doing while they were at the movies, and he didn't have a very good answer. So I suggested we go shopping." Why was Vicki trying to take her son shopping? Did she think Tommy needed some kind of handout? How dare she stick her nose in like this! Vicki knew how sensitive and independent Amy could be, so had prepared to cover her bases. "He was just telling me how he wanted to take you shopping because you've been so busy working lately. Then he didn't want to ask you and make you feel obliged to go with him, so he was just going to go without you. But I knew you wouldn't want him spending all that trust money, so I was going to go along and keep an eye on him. Then I thought it would be a great surprise if you were there as well. What do you think?" It sounded a bit flimsy, but she could see Tommy behaving that way. "Well, I'm actually free on Friday night." "Great. Tommy is picking Brian up about 6:00PM; I'll pick you up at 6:30PM. See you then Amy. Bye." Vicki then hung up before Amy could protest about driving herself. * * * Tommy picked up Brian on time. He was a mess of nerves. He even suggested they should just go back home, sure that she would have already gone out to do something else. Tommy just did his best to assure his friend that it would all work out ok. When they got to Lissa's house, Brian again suggested they just go to the movies themselves, but Tommy forced him out. He watched Brian ring the doorbell and look back at the car, like he was considering making a run for it. Instead, Lissa came out wearing a very nice dress, and she was even wearing a pair of glasses that were much more stylish than those she wore at school. Brian had started to hop in the front of the car after Lissa got in the back but Tommy motioned with his head that he should sit in the back with Lissa. Before he left, a man came out and spoke to him through the open passenger window. "You drive carefully now Tommy. If you don't, you'll have to deal with me," he warned. "Yes sir," Tommy replied, sincerely. "Okay Dad, can we go now?" Lissa asked petulantly. "Okay. Back by 10:30PM," he reminded her. "I'll do my best Dad," she answered him. It was obvious there had been a few long discussions. He stepped back from the car and allowed Tommy to drive away. Tommy did his best to drive those first few hundred metres the best he ever had. In the car, it was obvious they were both nervous. Tommy stayed completely silent though, beyond responding to a couple of questions Lissa asked him. He paid attention though, as he knew this was a proper date, not what he'd been experiencing. Lissa asked Brian if he liked her glasses and explained that after having broken a few pairs when she was younger, her 'nice' glasses were reserved for special occasions. Her Mum had allowed them out tonight. When he got to the mall, Tommy decided to let them out before he found a parking space, since that would make things a little less awkward since they were splitting up. Once he had parked the car in the shopping complex, locked the car and armed the alarm, he headed inside. Vicki had suggested they meet by the juice bar. As he waited, he recognised Janine, the service station attendant, going into a lingerie store. He immediately pictured her trying on bras, struggling to close them around her large breasts. His cock stirred and he realised he had to think of something boring, and quickly. His phone beeped with a text from Vicki, 'On our way.' Our way? Who was she with? He was soon answered when he saw his Mum walking with Vicki. "Hi Mum, I didn't know you were coming?" "Mrs Cherry thought it would be a nice surprise," she replied. He could tell she wasn't too sure that this was a good idea. To be honest, he was happy she wasn't working. He actually thought it would be a good chance to pick her up something special. "I'm glad you're here," he told her, and she seemed to brighten a bit at that. They started going into stores, and Vicki soon showed her shopping prowess, directing the Johnsons around like a pro. She even coerced Tommy into some clothes that at first he said he hated. About an hour into it, Tommy found himself in a changing room having just taken off the store clothes and getting ready to get back into his own. Suddenly the door burst open and Vicki slipped inside. Tommy was shocked, "What--" "Shhhh, we don't have long. Your Mum stepped out to use the bathroom, so I have to make this quick," she told him. Tommy was standing in nothing but his green y-fronts, when Vicki dropped quietly to her knees and gently held his softened cock, which was currently aligned towards his left hip. She gave it a light squeeze. Then she pulled his underwear all the way down to his ankles. Tommy spoke anxiously, but tried to keep it to a whisper, "What are you doing? Someone will catch us!" Vicki wasted no time talking to him, instead slipping the head of his cock into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. "Ohhhhhhh..." he moaned. "Mmm," she moaned trying to grab his attention. 'Oh of course,' he thought, 'be quiet'. His rod hardened up quickly, and Vicki started to take more of it in. Her soft lips slid back and forth, caressing his shaft, while her tongue tickled his flared helmet on every backstroke. Tommy's head dropped back and he brought his hands up to slide his fingers through her wavy, middle-of-her-back length, brunette locks. "Mmmm," he moaned. In response, he felt Vicki nip him with her teeth. "Oh!" he gasped. It wasn't hard at all; merely enough to let him know her teeth were there. He took the point that he had to be completely silent. It was a challenge to remain completely silent while Vicki worked her soft mouth up and down on his rod, sucking on it and trying to pull out his cream. He looked down at her, he could see her arse filling out the tight, denim jeans she wore, with just the barest hint of the black panties she wore, only visible because of his high vantage point. Her brunette hair swung to and fro with her motions, obscuring her neck. Her stretchy, black top left only a thin midriff visible, mostly covering her up. He reached down to give her breasts a light squeeze, and caress their rounded shapes. "Everything ok in there?" she shop assistant called into the changing area. Oh shit, they were busted! She wasn't ordering them out though. Okay, she really only asked if he was okay. He should answer. "Yep," he said, his voice several octaves too high and breaking as well. He might have heard a light giggle but couldn't be too sure. "Okay, just call out if you need anything," she said, before silence resumed. Silence, aside from the faint, wet slurping Vicki was making as she worked back and forth along Tommy's cock, ensued. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 06 Tommy started to enjoy it. This was obviously for him. They didn't have time for sex in here, so Vicki was sucking him off. He felt like there was no need to hold back, he could concentrate on what she was doing, enjoy it, and just cum whenever he wanted, as soon as possible in fact, with no regard for her this time. She was now sinking all the way to the base. The head of his cock was utilising several inches of her throat, and she'd had to shift her stance to allow it. Every third or fourth stroke she held herself down, keeping his cock deep for a beat or two, swallowing and causing her throat to caress the inches lodged inside. "Tommy?" his Mum asked. The shop assistant was nothing compared to this. Unbelievably, Vicki just kept on sucking on his cock. Remembering his troubled voice earlier, he struggled to clear his throat and try to sound normal and level this time, "Yes Mum?" "Have you seen Mrs Cherry? I can't find her in the store." 'That's because she's in here going to town, sucking and slurping on my great big, hardened, pussy-pounder Mum,' was what he didn't say. He needed a reason for her to be gone. "I think she said she was going to dick into another store for a moment," he said, hoping he sounded normal. Did he just say 'dick into another store', Amy wondered to herself. Obviously he meant duck. Why would he casually swear like that? He'd never had a foul mouth before. She thought back to the morning she'd caught him jerking off, so long ago now. She found it was never too far from her mind. It had been so, so long since she'd seen one in the flesh, one that wasn't plastic or rubber, or a digital image anyway. Tommy sounded a little strained as well. "Is everything alright honey?" she asked. "I'm just getting changed Mum," he said, hoping that she'd leave him alone. Vicki must have nipped out to visit another store quickly. "Did Mrs Cherry say which store?" she asked. 'For crying out loud Mum, can't you leave me alone so I can shoot my load down Vicki's throat already,' was another thing Tommy decided not to say. "No, but she said she'd be back soon," he said. He needed a reason for her to go, "I'll be out in a minute Mum." "Okay then," she said, before he heard her walk away. Tommy felt wired, thrilled, electrified. He'd nearly been caught twice. He looked down at Vicki, who'd slowed her efforts and was now staring into his eyes. He put his hands back on her head and started thrusting his hips, pulling on her head as well. What he was doing was wrong, it was savage, too much, but he couldn't help it. He was skull fucking Vicki like there was no tomorrow. He needed to nut, shoot his load now, before any further interruptions or discoveries. The danger of being caught had energised the whole situation, and before he knew it he was dumping his sizable load of batter down Vicki's throat. He continued pumping his hips, filling Vicki's mouth with jizz, forcing her to swallow, loud enough that if the shop assistant or his Mum had been standing there, they'd had to have heard. He didn't count his ejaculations, but there'd been at least half a dozen, maybe even double that. He slowly sank down to the small bench and sat there. "Sorry," he whispered, looking at the thin film of cum that covered her lips. She'd managed to swallow the majority of his cream, but there was a bit of residue around her lips and coating Tommy's tool. Vicki remained on her knees in a bit of a daze. It wasn't the first time she'd been so savagely taken orally, but it had been a while. It had been her fault too. She'd come into the change room looking to do something dangerous and exciting, and she'd put Tommy in a position he wasn't prepared for. She licked her lips, cleaning them, and savouring the sweet taste of his cum. Youth and a clean diet were certainly doing wonders for the taste of his semen. "That's ok," she whispered back, before leaning forward and making quick, efficient work of cleaning his cock. Tommy watched her work, and thought to himself just how amazingly sexual she was. Finishing, she told him quietly, "Ok, now go out there and lead your Mum to another store. I'll clean myself up and get out of here." "Okay." Tommy hurriedly pulled his clothes back on, struggling and fighting to do it quickly and effectively and then left the change rooms. His Mum was looking through some slacks. "Okay, I'm done here Mum." "What do you mean? You didn't even show us those last items?" Damn. "Oh... ah... none of them really fit," he said. Stupid, she'll suggest other sizes. Think faster, better, don't be an idiot. "Well, let's try another size then," she said, going back to the other racks. He had to get them out of here to cover for Vicki. "Nope, I'm going over to that store to have a look," he said before pointing and walking towards the door, hoping she'd follow. "Tommy? What's wrong with you?" she asked, before following him out. Success, he thought. Sure, he was being a bit rude, but he'd covered for Vicki. There was something strange going on, Amy thought, Tommy was definitely acting weird. It was almost rude. He wasn't behaving like the boy she'd raised and loved every day for the last 19 years. She watched him march across to the other store and start looking through the racks. She took one last look back at the last store and then followed after Tommy. Vicki straightened her clothes and flipped her hair around, trying to get it to hang naturally again. Quickly, she touched up her lip gloss using the mirror in the booth. She then left the booth and stood beside the entryway to the changing area, peeking out. She witnessed and heard the exchange between Tommy and his Mum, it wasn't perfect, but it got the job done. She had to duck back when she saw Amy look back. She waited a moment and was about to step out when the young shop assistant walked in, bumping into her. "Oh! Sorry. I didn't know anyone was back here," she said. "I was just coming to check the stalls for clothes after..." Vicki watched the girl's face slowly work through her thoughts before coming to the realisation that Vicki had been in there along with the young man she'd seen. She knew the girl had heard Tommy call Amy his Mum as well. Vicki's mind started to think of excuses, scenarios, potential escape routes, anything she could use to blackmail the girl or anything else that might help. It was all moot though as she watched a grin spread across the girl's face. "Nice," she said nodding. "But you didn't make a mess in there did you?" "No," Vicki answered smiling in reply. "Then I won't tell 'Mum' what was going on in there then," she said continuing to grin. "Was it good?" Vicki didn't like the idea of letting this girl know too much. She already knew too much really. It was time to leave, and possibly never return. "Yum," she said, and then moved across to the store Tommy and Amy had gone to, narrowly avoiding knocking down a young girl. * * * Vicki, Tommy and his Mum continued to shop over the next few hours. Tommy soon relaxed as he realised they'd gotten away with it. Shopping with his Mum and Vicki turned out to be fun. Shopping with his Mum in the past had always been boring, she'd always been trying to spend as little as possible, shopped in boring shops, and never ever modelled the clothing. Vicki changed that. She insisted they all try on and show the others the clothing. The blowjob in the changing room had actually been very helpful to Tommy, providing a little extra control over inconvenient erections. Going store to store watching these two beautiful women try on clothes was proving to be very challenging. He now had a bit of money to spend, not a huge amount, but some, and Vicki had managed to convince him to buy some clothes that he thought of as 'hip', nothing too 'trendy', but more current, stylish clothes. His Mum had even splurged on a couple of items that both he and Vicki told her she had to get. Vicki obviously loved to shop, and was soon carrying a multitude of bags around. Amy watched her son moving around the stores, picking out clothes or being handed clothes by herself or Vicki and then modelling them. He was moving confidently, and relaxed. Much more so than in the first few stores. She was watching him closely, and he seemed to have a lot of attention for Vicki, listening to her suggestions, almost more so than her own. That was probably normal for a teenager, but she was becoming sure that something strange was going on. Tommy stood in a shirt with a vest and a pair of slacks, something he wasn't overly comfortable wearing, showing Vicki and his Mum. Amy looked at him, and suddenly it struck her. He looked so mature, grown up and confident. He had his licence and a car. He wasn't her baby any more, he was a man, or was well on the way there anyway. She couldn't help but think of all the time she'd spent raising him, laughing and crying with and for him, all his medical issues and social awkwardness. She felt the tears starting. She knew Tommy wouldn't want to see them, wouldn't want to be embarrassed by them, but she couldn't help it. His Mum was crying. She must have known that he was having sex with Vicki and was crying in shame for him. He stood watching, feeling horrible, but not knowing what to do. Vicki watched Tommy's face drop, becoming sad. He'd been smiling a moment ago at the compliment she'd given him. He was looking at his Mum. She looked at Amy and saw that she was crying. Why on Earth was she crying? "Amy?" Vicki asked, moving to support her. Amy waved her hands helplessly, as her expression started to follow the tears, screwing up in sadness. Vicki moved to take Amy in her arms in a hug, "Amy what's wrong?" Accepting the hug, Amy brokenly whispered to Vicki through her sobs, "He's... growing up... look at him." Vicki smiled as they weren't truly tears of sadness, just melancholy. Tommy watched them hug and stepped over to them. "I'm sorry Mum," he said, apologising in his mind for all of the promiscuous sex he'd been having. His Mum laughed a short spurt and then smiled over Vicki's shoulder at him. "It's not your fault Tommy. It just happens. Really, I'm happy." Well, mostly it wasn't his fault he guessed, but he'd certainly enjoyed it all and would do pretty much all of it all over again. "I know Mum, but it's still partly my fault." 'What the hell is he talking about?' Vicki wondered. "No, it's all just part of growing up," Amy said, "I guess I just thought, maybe hoped, it would never happen, and you'd be my baby forever." His Mum didn't want him to ever have sex? That was mean, evil. How could she hope for that? "Well it did happen Mum and I'd do it again. In fact I will the first chance I get. I enjoyed it." Tommy said, sternly. Vicki was no-one's fool, and she realised Tommy and his Mum were talking about two very different things, with a huge risk that Tommy was about to put his foot in his mouth. She had to stop him. But how? Amy disentangled herself from Vicki and rushed to her son to give him a big hug. "I know honey, we all have to grow up, and of course I want you to grow up, find a girl, marry her and have lots of kids. I just didn't realise how close that was." So marriage was fine, but not sex outside of marriage. As he recalled, she hadn't been married when she'd fallen pregnant with him. He looked up and Vicki had turned towards him. She was waving her hands and making shushing motions. She wanted him to stop talking? He was very confused. He enjoyed his Mum's hug though; it was warm, and comforting. Then he realised he was enjoying it too much. His Mum's soft breasts were pushed up against him, and she was hugging and squeezing him harder than he thought she ever had. It was causing a blood flow issue in his groin, at least, that was going to be his excuse for the boner he felt growing. Amy wasn't really listening to Tommy, he was talking some nonsense about apologising for growing up, and that he'd do it again. She just wanted to hug her son, and assure herself that her son, the brightest, most important star in her life, was still her son. She turned her face towards him, tears still streaking her eyes and said, "I love you Tommy. I'm so proud of you." Then she kissed him on the cheek. 'Now she's proud of the sex I'm getting?' he thought. I can't follow this conversation. He was about to question her and took a breath to speak, but Vicki was again waving at him to shut up. "I love you too Mum," he said instead. "Well, I better duck off to the ladies room and fix myself up. Sorry for getting all emotional on you Tommy, it's just happening so fast." She was right, Tommy figured. He'd gone from no sex at all, to getting a bit of action at least a couple of times a week almost overnight. His Mum ended the hug and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Okay, well I'll see you back at home then. Drive safe." "Yes Mum, see you later." "Bye Tommy," Vicki said. "Bye Vicki," he replied. Vicki and Amy left Tommy, heading for the ladies room. The movie would be finished soon, so Tommy headed for the cinema to meet up with Brian and his date. When they came out, they greeted him, but talked animatedly about the movie. Tommy led Brian and Lissa to his car and then drove them home. They sat together in the back, still chatting away about the movie and holding hands, almost ignoring Tommy completely. Lissa did thank him when she got out of the car and Brian walked her to the door. Tommy thought he shouldn't watch, but he couldn't help it. In front of her door, Brian gave her a peck on the lips. It turned out that Lissa wasn't satisfied by that though. She took hold of Brian's neck and pulled him in for a much bigger kiss. Tommy was very sure that there was tongue play in that kiss. Lissa pulled back, then opened her door and disappeared inside. Tommy watched, amused, as Brian stood in a daze for about ten seconds afterwards. Finally he touched his lips and seemed to come out of the haze. He looked at the front door, and then hurried back to Tommy's car. Tommy then drove in virtual silence. Well he was silent, because he couldn't have fit a word in edgeways, as Brian ranted about Lissa. There were a couple of mentions of the movie, but mostly it was Lissa. Tommy smiled after he dropped off his friend. He was happy for him. That, he thought, was a normal date, and a normal relationship, which his life decidedly did not have. * * * Meanwhile, Amy realised once she got her bags back to her bedroom after Vicki had dropped her off, that they were much fuller than when she left the stores. She pulled out a few items and recognised that there were a lot of items there that she'd admired in the store, but hadn't purchased because they were too expensive. They definitely hadn't been there when she'd left the store. It was too sneaky to be something that Tommy would have come up with. Vicki must have bought the items and snuck them into her bag. She pulled out her phone and called Vicki, but it rang out and then went to voicemail. "Hi Vicki, there must have been a mix up, I seem to have some of your clothes in my shopping bags, please give me a call to let me know when I can return them to you." She spent a few minutes admiring some of it. It had been so, so long since she'd owned such nice, casual clothes. Her phone beeped with a text. 'Got your msg. No, clothes are yours. No receipt so can't return. Enjoy them. Scumbag paid for them.' She had been telling Amy how she was always looking for ways to spend a bit more of his money, but didn't like to feel like she was just wasting it. She texted back. 'Thank you Vicki that is very kind. I am very grateful' Accepting the gift was making her feel guilty though. She didn't want to feel guilty, it was just a gift. Slowly she packed the clothes away, and hoped that she'd have the fortitude to actually wear them. * * * Amy heard a knock on the door, delighted to see Heather with a packet of chocolates. "You make the coffee, I brought the sweets," she said in way of greeting. "You're a gem," Amy said, leading Heather towards the kitchen, and leaving Heather to close the door. After a little bit of idle chit chat, they started to gossip as they drank their coffee, along with a couple of chocolates. "So how are you doing with the separation?" Amy asked. "Separation nothing, divorce is already underway," Heather answered. "Oh. I knew you were unhappy, but I didn't know you were ready to go that far already. There's really no chance of reconciliation?" "Amy, honestly, I know he's unhappy right now, but I think in the long run, we'll both be much happier." "You don't think he was happy either?" "I know he wasn't, he just didn't have the balls to say or do anything about it." Heather mostly kept her dominant tendencies under wraps when out and about. She was sure that everyone knew that she was a strong, wilful woman, and some, especially Amy, probably suspected more, but she'd been very careful not to let that side of her out to play when not in private. She hadn't come over to bitch about her soon-to-be-ex husband though. She'd come over to see if she could catch Tommy. She'd known Amy had plans this afternoon, and had come over early enough to be believable as a quick catch up for coffee, but late enough that she knew Amy would have to cut it short. Amy looked her best friend in the eye. She knew there was something Heather wasn't telling her. Heather seriously was her best friend. She was forthright, strong-willed and called it how she saw it. She'd helped Amy out from time to time, but always spared Amy's feelings in the right way when she did need help, and helped only just enough. But, Amy had always known that there was something a bit strange about Heather that she kept a secret. Her relationship with her husband had always seemed a little unusual to Amy, but Amy had never been married, so knew she had no right to judge. Now that her marriage appeared to be over, Amy was interested to see how Heather might react. But she couldn't exactly come out and ask. "What's new with you anyway? I saw a couple of shopping bags in the living room. Finally went out and splurged?" Heather asked, changing the subject. "Sort of. Vicki Cherry, she's Brian's mother, you know Brian, Tommy's best friend?" Heather nodded, taking another sip of coffee. "She called me up." Amy took a moment to look towards the hallway to see if Tommy was coming. She lowered her voice a bit and continued, "It seems Brian had a date on Friday, and Tommy was chauffeuring them. Vicki found out and decided to take Tommy out shopping, trying to change his wardrobe a bit." Heather made a confused face. "I know, I thought it was a bit strange as well. But in the end, we all did some shopping and I actually enjoyed myself. But the sneaky tart bought a bunch of things that I'd liked but couldn't afford, then slipped them into my bags." Heather looked at Amy. She'd often tried to take Amy out shopping in the early days, but it had been impossible. On the rare occasions she went, she tried on very little and bought even less. Now she found out that a virtual stranger had gotten her to loosen up? Perhaps it was time to try again. "To top it off," Amy felt her eyes moisten with the beginnings of tears, "she got Tommy to buy a bunch of new clothes that made him look so grown up and handsome," the tears started to fall from her eyes, "and I realised that he really is grown up now and--" Amy was cut off as Heather took her in a hug. Heather had no kids of her own, but she saw that the realisation of her son's maturity was affecting Amy. Not surprising, as her entire life revolved around that boy, and she was mentally unprepared for his eventual leaving of the nest. He was about to graduate as well. When Heather first moved in with her husband she'd known nobody in the neighbourhood. She'd been newlywed, and many of her friends abandoned her for turning her back on her old life to settle down with a more reliable, if boring husband. She'd soon met and befriended the single mother next door, and regaled her with tales of her adventures in college. Amy was so repressed and shut-in due to raising a child on her own from such a young age. Without realising it was happening, Heather eventually realised that she craved Amy's attention to her stories, and her thoughts on things in the neighbourhood. They often shared opinions, or wound up convincing each other to share the other's opinion. With her lack of friends, Amy was quickly her best, and Heather also realised, the most genuine one she'd ever had. As she hugged and consoled Amy, she realised just how low she was for seducing and dominating Amy's son. With a grin, she realised though that the devil on her shoulder would likely always win, as even now she was thinking of Tommy's long, hard cock, and how great it was going to be when Amy left and she got her greedy, long, manicured fingers on it. She was, she thought to herself, functionally and happily, evil. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 06 Amy and Heather continued to chat, mostly about Tommy and how like a man he was becoming. Amy explained how he was managing the trust money he'd received, even having set up a Term Deposit for a lot of the money he'd received. Sure, he'd made some purchases, like a new phone and some clothes, but he wasn't being irresponsible. Amy's breakdown played right into Heather's plan. As they reached a lull in conversation, Amy suddenly realised the time. "Oh, I'm sorry Heather, but I have to go. There are some people coming into the office that I have to speak with." "No problem Amy, I'll just tidy up these dishes for you," Heather replied, trying to make it seem like it was a completely normal occurrence for her to wash Amy's dishes. Amy stopped and stared at her friend for a moment. It was certainly an unusual thing for her friend to offer, and ordinarily she would have hustled her out of the house, but maybe it was because of her mini-breakdown over Tommy. It would be rude to refuse. "Ok, I'm just going to freshen up." She headed into the bathroom and fixed the damage her burst of tears had done to her makeup. Afterwards, she returned to the kitchen to find Heather working over the sink. She grabbed her purse, preparing to leave. "Thanks Heather," she told her. Amy turned her head towards Tommy's room and called out, "I'm leaving now Tommy, be good and make sure you get your homework done." "Yes, Mum," came the muffled reply. "Thank you again Heather, I suppose I'll see you later then," she said to Heather. "Of course," Heather smiled, "have a good day Amy, and remember that Tommy is simply becoming the fine, young man you've raised him to be." Heather grinned as Amy rushed out the door. Perfect, she thought, time for some long, hard cocking, but first perhaps she had just better wash these dishes so as not to make Amy suspicious. * * * Tommy sat at his desk, surfing the internet. He was idly looking at a bit of MILF porn, as well as a couple of muscle car forums and a website with MMO strategies. He liked to keep a few windows open in case he had to suddenly switch between them. Suddenly his door swung open wide and there stood Mrs Hancock, who looked like she was in a mood for him to call her Mistress. He realised that although he'd heard his Mum leave, he did vaguely hear Mrs Hancock arrive and visit with his Mum. He hadn't realised she had stayed behind though. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt down to just above her knees, and a white blouse, with thick, frilly stitching and embroidery. Her blouse was heavily unbuttoned revealing her cleavage to Tommy's hungry eyes. His cock was already semi-hard from the casual porn surfing he'd been doing, and the sight of her standing in his doorway, striking a provocative pose had his cock on its way to a solid state. "Well, well, well Tommy, I haven't caught you watching porn have I? That would be a terrible insult to your Mistress," she threatened. Tommy, without looking, clicked his mouse a few times, closing down certain windows, covering the sound with his reply to her, "No Mistress." "Good," she said, then stepped over to his bed and sat down. She lifted her feet and slipped her shoes off. "If you feel the need to watch porn, then maybe we should find a way for you to come over and serve me instead?" "Yes Mistress," he replied, though he was already tiring of her game. "Now, come over and rub my feet for a bit," she ordered, before sliding back further on the bed to make room for Tommy to sit down. So far he hadn't done anything to displease her, so her eyes, which Tommy used as a gauge for her emotions, were quite relaxed. He looked at her dainty, tanned feet. Her toenails were painted a deep red, like burgundy. Lying back the way she was, her legs were held closed by the skirt, he assumed, but still he could see up her skirt enough to know that she was wearing black lace panties. There was something sensual about her feet. Mrs Hancock was sexy, but Tommy had been thinking about it, and he didn't really want to play her game. He wasn't desperate for sex. In fact he'd been blown only last night by Vicki, so he wasn't sure he was going to play. Having said that, he felt like it would be nice to rub her feet, and decided he would play along for now. He sat down and took hold of her feet. They were soft and smooth and he had no doubt that they received plenty of moisturiser. She slowly flexed her toes, luxuriating in his touch. She looked down the bed at him as he started to rub her feet, running his thumbs up from the arches over the soft pads and in between her toes. He was worried that there would be an odour, but he couldn't detect any, and her feet were dry. He wondered if the foot rub wouldn't be more effective with some lotion, but a slave might suggest something like that, and he decided he wasn't going to be her willing slave anymore, at least not when it didn't serve his purposes as well. He rubbed the sides of her feet as well, running from the heel up to soft bumps beneath her toes and back down. He slid his fingers in between each toe, careful not to wrench her toes around. He realised there was something very sensual about her feet, and certainly submissive in his rubbing of them. If she had been nicer to him, or if she were Vicki or Miss Bush, he might even have felt like kissing her feet, but he resisted the temptation with Mrs Hancock. Deciding it was time for a little more, he began focusing on the heels of her feet. After a moment or so, he started to work her Achilles and ankles. Before long, Tommy had moved on to rubbing her lower legs. Heather realised Tommy was going further than she had told him to, but it felt so good. And the fact that he didn't have to be told how to bring her pleasure was adding to the experience. However, she didn't want to encourage such behaviour, so she held onto the moans that threatened to escape her throat. Tommy tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he made his way up her legs. They were still held together relatively closely, as he switched back and forth between her legs. He again looked towards the panty-clad Promised Land between her thighs. The motion of his foot and leg rub was causing movement in her skirt. He could see that it had slid up her thighs quite a way. Cautiously he moved onto, and past her knees. Her legs were starting to slip apart now, as the skirt exerted less control over the splaying of her thighs. Her pussy was hidden behind black, lace material. Tommy was beginning to note that black lace appeared to be her favourite. He could tell she was aroused, as he was starting to note her alluring musk, as well as the telltale glint of moisture soaking through her panties. He had now met the hem of her skirt. Gradually, he began to push against it, inching it up her thighs even further. Tommy quickly glanced at her face to see her with her eyes closed, and biting her bottom lip. She really should have put a stop to this long ago. What was it about this boy that caused her to suppress her normal reactions? At least, that surely was the situation. Surely it wasn't that he caused her to have different natural reactions than normal? He was pushing up against her skirt now, pushing it up further to expose more of her tanned, succulent thigh. She could feel her arousal soaking into her panties. Her knees were now bent slightly, allowing her legs to fall apart, putting her lacy, black panty-clad love muff on display for Tommy. Even that wasn't normal behaviour for her now that she thought about it. It wasn't normal for her to be so wanton. She snuck a glance at Tommy, peeking past her eyelids. He was staring at her pussy, and she could see an obscene tent, pushing out the front of his board shorts. She felt her loins spasm at the sight and felt another trickle of her arousal leave her lips. Again, what was it about this boy and that cock of his that did this to her? Tommy wanted to take off her panties, her mound looked so pretty and he wanted to take the opportunity to practice going down on her. He knew he couldn't just reach down and take them off her without angering her though. So he decided to play her little game a bit. "You're so hot Mistress, I will do whatever you tell me," he told her as he continued to caress her thighs, working his hands all around and up her inner thighs, waiting to see if she would respond. "MMmmm," she moaned, but declined to add anything further. "May I please take off your panties Mistress?" he asked. "You want to see what's under my panties, Tommy?" "Yes Mistress, I want to see your sexy pussy, and I want to serve you, and make you feel good," Tommy said, struggling to find the right words, sexy words, not too crude, and not too 'poetic'. "Then you may," she granted. Tommy slid his fingers under her skirt, inadvertently pushing it further up her thighs. He felt the thin waistband of her panties, which told him it was another hot, sexy thong. He curled his fingers around it and started to pull it downwards. He pulled slowly, taking his time. When her waistband was free of her skirt, the gusset of her panties still clung, wetly, to her mound. Tommy realised this meant that she was extremely turned on for some reason. Finally he pulled them free, and examined them as he removed them, trying to do so nonchalantly. They were black lace, and the gusset formed most of the panty. Even right between her legs, there was still lacy material, rather than just a string. They were like one long piece of lace, not very wide through the depths of her crotch, then attaching both front and back to the string waistband. They were elegant, yet sexy, and suited Mrs Hancock perfectly. He dropped them off the side of the bed behind him. With her panties removed, her scent was stronger, and Tommy inhaled through his nose, breathing it in. Tommy got down to the business of munching on her muffin. He knew not to dive right in though. He began by kissing her inner thighs, alternating back and forth while moving closer to his goal. Mrs Hancock helped him out by pulling her skirt further up, allowing her legs to splay out very wide. He moved in close, and softly blew his breath across her lips. He was almost sure he saw a trickle of her juices trail down her arse crack. He kissed her flesh, right beside her outer lips, letting his lips linger there and sucking her flesh lightly. He used his tongue as he moved in to taste her labia, pulling it in between his lips to suck it and gently pull against them, gripping them with his lips. Finally he dove in, forcing his tongue into her, licking and savouring her taste. He rubbed his tongue against every bit of her he could reach. Heather couldn't believe how talented he was with his tongue. Wasn't he a virgin before her? He should have been, but she certainly had her doubts. When he first made contact with her clit, she felt her muscles clamp down, giving her a mini orgasm. The feeling travelled throughout her body and her nipples stiffened, crying out for attention. Hurriedly, she unbuttoned her blouse and arched her back, giving her access to the clasp at the back and freeing it quickly. She pulled her blouse open wide and pulled her bra up above her substantial breasts to give herself access to them. She played her fingers over their surface, caressing them, before paying particular attention to her stiff nipples, tweaking and twisting them. She had no doubt Tommy would love to be doing that for her, but he was otherwise occupied, and that was where she intended for him to stay, at least until she was ready to take on that prodigious shaft again. Tommy was enjoying himself, no doubt about that. Was he being forced to service Mrs Hancock? Maybe she thought so, but he knew he wasn't, he just wanted to service her right then. He realised that it couldn't last though, before long she would try to make him do something he didn't want to do, and then he'd confront her. He shivered when he thought of her intense, angry gaze though. Would he be able to withstand it next time? He hadn't so far. "Hi Tommy, I'm home." Tommy froze in his ministrations, and looked up to Mrs Hancock's face. Her eyes were wide open. Tommy realised that this was the second time in two days his Mum had interrupted him. Although this time it wasn't his orgasm she was inadvertently interrupting, but Mrs Hancock's. She couldn't have been gone more than half an hour. Something must have gone wrong at the office. He pulled back from Mrs Hancock's quim and licked his lips, savouring the taste despite the situation. He knew he had to respond as he normally would. Remembering the situation with his voice, he composed himself. "Hi Mum," he called out. "The client called me on the way to the office to let me know that the bank gave him an extension, so he'd wait and see me on Monday." "Okay," he responded. She sounded like she'd gone to the kitchen, but there was no telling how long she'd be, she could come to his room any second, and though she would knock and wait for him to ask her in, she would know something was up if he didn't let her in quickly. Mrs Hancock had to get out of here. She was on the cusp of orgasm when her friend called out. Orgasm denied. Damn it. She had a bigger problem now though. She was trapped in Tommy's room. Amy would assume that she went home after tidying up, which was reasonable. She tried to think of a reason to be in Tommy's room but couldn't come up with anything. She'd never shown too much interest in Tommy beyond offering her own thoughts to Amy's dilemmas, so there was honestly no good reason for her to be here. Tommy responded to Amy, seemingly normally. She realised that any notion of her being in Tommy's room, and even the house, with a normal explanation were quickly dissipating. And... they were now gone. If she was here normally, she would have greeted Amy by now. Shit! What to do? She'd never been in a situation like this before. Tommy watched the panic grow on Mrs Hancock's face. She was in a bad position he realised. Sure, his Mum wouldn't be happy that he had a girl in his room, probably really unhappy, in fact he was sure he'd be punished. But for Mrs Hancock, she was half-naked in her best friend's son's room. He was over 10 years younger than her. Sure, Tommy would be in trouble, but just imagine the hell his mother would raise if she found Mrs Hancock in here. His Mum might even call the cops and try to have her charged. It wouldn't necessarily work, probably wouldn't, but imagine the scandal. Tommy realised that he wouldn't really like the attention either, but his position was far better than Mrs Hancock's. As he watched the panic grow on Mrs Hancock's face, he felt a slight smile quirk up the ends of his lips. Was he smiling? What on earth was there to smile about right now? She should get up. She should get dressed, find a way out, a place to hide, something. "Mum?" Tommy called out. WHAT THE HELL!?!? What was he doing? Why was he calling out to her? That could bring her down the hall... Oh god... he was trying to call her down here. He was going to expose her. He was going to dob her in to his Mum. But why, what did he have to gain? Oh, of course, escape from her power. And here she was thinking he enjoyed it as well, not that it was important to her of course. SHIT! THINK! She was really panicking now. Tommy stood up quickly and whispered to Mrs Hancock hurriedly, with a smile on his face, "Quick, get up, hide in the closet." She did exactly as he said, and it was only much later that she realised that it was the first clear action she'd made in relinquishing her power in their 'relationship'. "What is it?" his Mum asked. Tommy watched Mrs Hancock hurry over to his closet, her beautiful tits swinging, her bare arse bobbing. She got in and closed the door behind her. Tommy looked around. His bed was a bit dishevelled, but that wasn't unusual. He spied Mrs Hancock's thong panties on the floor, and with a grin, shoved them under his bed. He went over to the closet and whispered through the door, "I'll try to get her out of the house somehow, be careful." "Okay," she replied from the closet, trying to fasten and straighten her bra and blouse. Tommy left his room, smiling at the realisation that he now had a bit of power with Mrs Hancock. In the kitchen, his Mum was looking in the cupboard at the coffee mugs, shaking her head at what she saw and he heard her mutter, "Weird." "Hi Mum," Tommy said. "Hi Tommy," she replied, turning to look at him. MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT THING! Doesn't he realise it's there? Tommy had no idea that his cock was still forming an obscene bulge in his board shorts. He'd been so distracted, first giving Mrs Hancock head, then the shock of his Mum coming home, followed by the head rush as he'd exerted power over Mrs Hancock. He even felt a little giddy, out here talking to his Mum, while her friend hid in his closet, hiding and hoping that he didn't rat her out. He didn't even notice his Mum stealing short glances at his package. "How about I make you some lunch?" his Mum asked, before turning away from him so that she wouldn't be caught checking him out. "Sure," he replied. Okay, he thought, now I have to find a way to get Mum out of the house so that Mrs Hancock can sneak out. "No!" Tommy almost shouted, and immediately realised he'd overdone it. His Mum turned to him, startled. "I just meant I want to go out to lunch with you, take you out to lunch I mean." Amy rolled her eyes. Spending money unnecessarily, she wasn't surprised, it always started slowly. Before you know it all his trust money would be gone on frivolous purchases. "We don't need to go out to lunch Tommy, I can make you something here?" He had to get her out. In fact, he had to get her to agree to lunch now that he'd already mentioned it, anything else would look suspicious. "No Mum, I'm serious. Let's go to the steakhouse for lunch, just this once. You can even wear something new?" he tried. Her new clothes, she thought to herself. He was right, this was a nice opportunity to wear them. Maybe she could allow him to splurge just this once? She'd have to explain to him why he couldn't do this all the time though. "Well... ok then, just this once. Give me a few minutes to get changed." "Ok, I'll go change real quick as well." Tommy rushed back to his room. "Mrs Hancock?" he whispered. "Yes?" she whispered back. He went over to the closet and opened it. Her blouse was buttoned lopsided, and her skirt wasn't hanging right. She was a mess basically. He summoned a bit of courage. "I'm taking Mum to lunch, once we've gone, you can slip out the back door and hop over the fence," he instructed. Tommy wondered if he should say more, maybe tell her she was careless or stupid, but just left it at that. He realised he needed to change. He would need to take his clothes off. But Mrs Hancock was here, wasn't that weird? Actually, now that he thought about it, she'd already seen him naked, they'd had sex, which made it weirder not to get changed in front of her didn't it? Heather watched Tommy. He'd found a way for her to escape, and now he was standing there, seemingly contemplating something. Suddenly he pulled down his board shorts. His magnificent cock was tenting out his boxers obscenely. Shit, had his mother seen him like this, she wondered. Tommy then stripped off his shirt, and reached into the dresser beside her, rummaging for more clothes. He looked good in his boxers, and they were a step or two up from what she'd seen him wearing previously. Heather remembered Amy's new clothing earlier and realised that someone was obviously giving the Johnsons style tips, and she guiltily wondered why it hadn't been her. It was nice to see some changes, although, in her personal opinion, it was just slightly childish, and perhaps even sluttish, with brighter colours, necklines just a little too plunging and hems just a touch too high. As for Tommy though, he was younger, so it was working for him. He was a skinny kid, and he could definitely use some definition to his chest and abs, but with the tent he was sporting, none of that really mattered. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 06 Tommy pulled on a pair of pants suitable for eating at the steakhouse. He realised that his cock was hard. He wondered how long it had been like that, hoping that he hadn't embarrassed himself in front of his Mum. After buttoning his shirt, he checked himself in the mirror making sure he looked ok. "Okay, bye Heather," he whispered. "Thanks Tommy, bye," she whispered back. * * * About ten minutes after they'd left, Heather was still trying to work out why Tommy had called her Heather. He'd never called her that before, and she'd never told him to. She had always been Mrs Hancock to him until she'd become 'Mistress'. Calling her Heather must have meant something, and she really wasn't sure what it was. Well, she thought, surely it's safe to leave now. She left his closet and made her way to the front door. Just as she was about to unlock it and leave, she caught her reflection briefly. The sight made her take a good look at her reflection. She was a mess. What was wrong with her? She'd buttoned her blouse all wrong, misaligning the buttons and her skirt had obviously been pulled up and shifted about before she'd made a terrible attempt at straightening it. She thought of Tommy's instructions to leave out the back and climb over the fence. She'd never climbed over a fence in her life. It was undignified. Nevertheless, after seeing her appearance she knew she couldn't risk leaving out the front and risking being seen by someone leaving in this state. She locked the door behind her and assessed the fence. It was about head high, high enough that she'd need to stand on tip toes to see over it. There were a couple of footholds that she could probably use to climb up and over it. She pulled her skirt up again a bit to allow herself freer leg movement. The sudden breeze brought the stark realisation that she was sans-panties. She must have left them in Tommy's room. In the rush to hide she'd forgotten all about them. She didn't even know where they were, as they hadn't been obvious in Tommy's room before she left it. She thought about going back to search for them, but she'd locked the door and the key she had for emergencies was still in her house. She'd have to get home before she could come back for her panties. Time to climb the fence then. What followed were several comical attempts of a grown woman unused to awkward physical activity trying to climb a fence in a short skirt. Funniest home videos or even YouTube would have loved it. Eventually Heather found herself sitting on her arse, having fallen off the fence once she'd cleared the top. Her clothes were dirty, and she'd torn her blouse, but she'd done it. She was proud. Why was she proud though, she wondered? She should have given up a long time ago and walked out the front to her own front door long ago, but she'd persisted in her attempts. She didn't really care what people thought of her, and she'd have been able to come up with a decent excuse for looking as she did, maybe simply helping her dear friend Amy move some things from the attic or something? Yet she'd persisted until she'd succeeded in climbing the fence. Very unusual. It would still be a while before Heather worked out what was happening to her. She completely forgot about her panties once she'd stripped off and gotten into her shower. * * * Tommy entered the library with the express goal of finding a few books that would help him understand a little more about his car. Something on old, carburettor-based combustion engines, maybe something on muscle cars, or he might even find something specific on his Charger. He'd enjoyed a nice lunch with his Mum, and despite her protests, he'd paid for their lunch, then he'd dropped her off at home. She'd given him another lecture on spending his money, and he knew she was right, but he also delighted in how much she had obviously enjoyed the meal. Not a lot of kids his age were really aware of how libraries worked as they'd been brought up with computers and the internet. Tommy had as well of course, but when you have a lot less disposable income, you find that the library becomes an extremely important resource. Besides, as much as he could have probably found everything he wanted on the internet, he found it nice to be able to just sit down in a comfortable chair and read a real book. If he found anything in the books he needed to research a bit further, he could always go to the internet later. Tommy loved libraries, but it had been a few years since he'd been to the public library, as the school library was actually one of the better ones in the state. He ran a quick search on one of the terminals and then wandered into the stacks to find the books he was looking for. He was still a few rows away from his destination when he spotted her, and the sight of her caused him to slow down considerably. How in the world had he forgotten Miss Tait? She'd been working at the library for as long as he could remember. She'd started as a simple librarian, but a couple of years ago she'd been promoted to Head Librarian. He'd read about it in the local paper. He could remember being a little infatuated with her when he was little, sort of like a surrogate mother figure, just the mother at the library, rather than the one at home. She had a cart beside her stacked with books to be returned to the shelves. Speaking of stacked, he'd never realised before just how stacked Miss Tait was. She was bending down, strangely with her legs straight, bent way over at the waist, putting a book back on the bottom shelf. Tommy wondered why she'd do it that way. It caused her clearly sizable rump to stick out alluringly, and Tommy imagined sidling up behind her to rub up against it. She was wearing some kind of grey, cotton skirt that hung down below her knees, almost to her ankles. It looked tight across her bum, yet was quite billowy and loose around her legs. Her blouse was more like a shirt, in a pale blue. It was tucked in around the waist and quite obviously there was a lot more excess material around the waist than there was around the bust. Now that he thought about her though, he could remember she actually was very busty, it just hadn't mattered much that some women had big tits until a while back. He slowly passed the aisle, taking his time checking her out, before continuing on. The library had several books that might have been useful. He went through a bunch and picked three that were general enough to begin his education. He'd been about 15 minutes in the aisle browsing, before heading to the checkout counter. He pulled his library card from his pocket, having dug it out of his desk yesterday. "Well if it isn't Thomas Johnson, I haven't seen you in years," Miss Tait said, Tommy instantly recognising her voice. Her shirt was buttoned high, with no cleavage on display, though her blouse was clearly hiding big, jutting breasts. It was very easy to see that she was a busty lady though. He guessed that she was probably in her thirties, late thirties. She had perfectly straight brunette hair, shining in the fluorescent lights overhead. Her eyes were as green as country meadows. Her lips were thick, currently split in a light smile, with subtle red lipstick. "Hi Miss Tait, how are you?" Tommy asked. "I'm well, Thomas, very well. How about yourself, what have you been getting up to?" she asked, with a wide, genuine smile. "Good. Not much, I graduate soon and my grades are still pretty good. Oh," he realised, putting his books on the counter to be processed, "and I have a car now." She laughed, "Ha ha ha, and of course you, as always, decided you wanted to know more about it." She took the books and looked through them. "An older car?" she asked. Tommy smiled lopsidedly, "Yeah, my Grandpa left it to me, but I only just found out and got my licence. I haven't been driving it long." "May I ask what it is? Judging from these books I'm guessing it's something very exciting." "It's a Dodge Charger. I'm not certain exactly what year it is, because I know my Grandpa switched a lot of parts between some of the models, but I think it's mostly a 1970 model. It's in great shape though." "That sounds fantastic Thomas. But you should be very careful because a car that old doesn't have all the modern features like crumple zones and airbags, so you should drive very safely." "Don't worry, my Mum reminds me every time I leave the house," he replied. He did think of the near miss with Brian in the car though. He had been extra careful since then. "Alright then, let's get these processed and get you out the door." She took his card and started scanning the books. "Oh, do you have an email address? We have an automated system now with due date reminders but we don't have an email address recorded for you." Tommy gave his email address, tommy.johnson19@hotmail.com "I hear you were made Head Librarian?" Tommy asked. "Yes, about 18 months ago when Hugo retired," she replied. "Congratulations, you definitely deserved it. I remember how you used to look after me." She smiled at him briefly before going back to the computer, "Thank you Thomas, I remember as well." As she processed the books, a lady came to wait behind Tommy. "All done, now you drive safely," she told him, before placing his books past the scanner, for his collection. "Thanks Miss Tait," he said, collected his books and left. * * * That evening, Tommy had been flipping through the books he'd borrowed from the library for a couple of hours when he had a thought. He hopped off the bed and reached under. Sure enough, Mrs Hancock's panties were right where he'd left them. Excitedly, he went to his special hiding place and pulled out what he was starting to think of as his trophy stash. Carefully, reverently, he laid them out. He knew it was dirty and pervy, a bit wrong, but he hadn't set out to collect them, it'd just happened. He was hooked now though, and he thought of them as his. He'd read about fetishes, and he wondered if this was his. First was a pink, lace hipster thong with a wide waistband. They weren't the first pair he'd taken possession of, but they were from the first woman who'd shown him anything about sex, Vicki Cherry, his best friend's Mum. Second was a white, cotton, T-String backed thong. They were the second pair in his collection, and he'd actually taken them by accident. They also belonged originally to the second woman to show any interest in him sexually, his teacher, Miss Brenda Bush. They were the only pair that he'd intended to return, but now he wasn't so sure that he wanted to. Third was an outrageous pair of blue satin panties, low cut in front, designed to hug only the very lips of the wearer's pussy and leave everything else exposed, while the back was a severe V-string, causing the waistband as it was to basically start out of sight between the wearer's arse cheeks. They'd looked absolutely fantastic on his principal, Ms Stern, before he'd been interrupted with her. They were actually his earliest acquisition, and he'd taken them to hide them from anyone else who may have ended up in her office after she'd left. He left a space as he laid out the panties. Last in line he put a lacy red thong, which he'd first seen as an alluring whale tail, shown off to him raunchily by Sarah, the secretary at a legal firm he was dealing with. She'd forced them into his hand and sped off before he even knew what she'd given him, making a crack about the fate of the world, which he just knew, was more of her fantasy hoopla. In the space he left he put down the black lace thong he'd just collected. The gusset was one piece of lace, thinning as it reached the part right between the wearer's legs, before attaching to the string waistband. They were elegant, yet sexy, and suited Mrs Hancock perfectly. His trophies, laid out in the order in which he'd first fucked their wearers. He felt his cock hardening as he looked over them, sensual, outrageously sexy. As he looked at each pair he imagined their previous owners, standing in front of him wearing only those panties. Two were given to him, two were taken with some degree of purpose, and the last were an accident. Ms Stern probably didn't even know he had them, but he doubted if she would care. Maybe he would tell her someday, but only once she'd gone into her wanton, 'cumslut' mode, not her stern principal mode. Miss Bush deserved to know he had them. He wanted to keep them, but if she really wanted them back, he'd give them to her. Maybe he could ask for a pair from her to replace them, tell her they were a souvenir? It sounded bad in his head though. Something to remember her by wasn't right either. Maybe a 'keepsake', that seemed like the best word to use. He had no intention of returning Mrs Hancock's panties though. She didn't deserve them. She made him play her stupid submissive game, and Tommy didn't really like playing. He did like 'playing' with her, but he wanted to play her game his way, he realised. No, she wouldn't be seeing these panties ever again. After a few minutes he put them back in the drawer where he was hiding them. He'd be horrified if his mother ever found them. He had a raging boner after looking at his trophies. That's what made this a fetish, he thought to himself. He pulled out one of his carefully guarded porn magazines, and one of his old, no longer used thick socks. He slid his cock inside the thick cotton and started stroking, looking at the women on the pages, but also thinking about the wild way Vicki screwed him, the illicit, dangerous episodes he'd had with Brenda, the totally wanton, filthy way Ms Stern fucked and sucked, Sarah's fantastic fantasies and even the way Mrs Hancock used him. It didn't take long before he was dumping his goo out the end of his prick, letting it pool in the hanging tip of the sock. He stood, panting for a moment, with a wry grin on his face, wondering what opportunity would come along next. He took the sock to the laundry and up-ended it in the sink, before rinsing it and adding it to the laundry hamper. * * * Tommy made his way excitedly towards the principal's office, passing students preparing to go home for the day in the halls. Preparations were underway now for the graduation ceremony, with posters up all over school. There were various groups and committees going around school asking people questions about memories, thoughts, achievements, all sorts of stuff anyone might consider important. Tommy wasn't really interested in extracurricular activities though, never had been. Most important to him was the curricular activities and making sure he did his utmost best at those. One of the admin staff had delivered a note to the teacher in Maths, and they'd then passed it on to him. 'Thomas Johnson required for attendance at meeting of Graduation Integration committee' He wasn't on any kind of committee, and what the hell was Graduation Integration anyway? Time: 3:18PM Great, ten minutes after school finished. Well at least he wouldn't miss any class time, but he really didn't want to hang around after school either. Location: Principal's Office The principal's office, Tommy thought, remembering the last couple of times he'd gone to the principal's office with a grin. Was this all just a rouse? Was Ms Stern simply coming up with more elaborate schemes to get him into her office? Graduation Integration sounded even more suspect now that he knew where it was. It didn't really say anything about its purpose, but it was a fancy enough name that no-one would question it. If he'd known that this opportunity was going to arise, he might have abstained a bit to build up a bit of cum for Ms Stern, knowing how much she seemed to enjoy it. When he got there, her secretary had already left, leaving no guard for the door. There was a note attached to the door though, 'Graduation Integration committee meeting, DO NOT DISTURB'. He wasn't sure if such a note would have stopped their last session being cut short, but it certainly couldn't hurt. He figured the note didn't apply to him, after all he had been summoned, but there was of course the very real possibility that this was a real committee, so he cautiously tapped on the door. No answer. Carefully he tried the door knob and found it unlocked. Slowly he opened the door and noted, again, that the room was empty. He briefly wondered if he'd ever come into this office and find Ms Stern working at her desk. "Hello?" he called out. "Mr Johnson?" he heard, from behind her screen. "Yes," he answered. "Close the door and lock it," she said with an air of authority. He was right, he thought with a smile. So far this was going almost to the script of their last encounter. He locked the door as she'd told him to. He figured he'd wait for her to change gear before becoming too strict with her, though he found he was eager now to impose his desires on her. That lasted up until he saw her. She was the epitome of a big, beautiful woman, or BBW. Obviously today was a white day for Ms Stern. She wore wedge-heeled sandals in white. Her feet and legs were encased in sheer, white, hold-up stockings. The lacy, boyshort panties she wore were uncharacteristically modest. Her belly had a slight pouch to it, but was offset by her wide hips and narrow waist. Ms Stern's main attraction was her prodigious bust line, and today she displayed her bountiful bosoms in a shelf bra. Her nipples stood hardened, straining for attention, the bra failing to hide them or her areole at all. Her hair hung loose, as she often let it when getting together with Tommy. He again admired her honey-blonde, wavy hair. Her green eyes looked intently at Tommy, her excitement clear. Tommy's cock thickened down his trouser leg, where he had it positioned, its outline becoming clear. The sight of her big, fucking huge, heavy tits had blood racing into his shaft, preparing it for a good pounding on her pussy. He watched as she glanced down at his crotch. He decided to go for it now, he couldn't wait. He stood, causing himself some discomfort as his rod was forced to angle downwards against its wishes. "You want my cock?" he asked, with some force. He could see indecision on her face. He was taking a risk becoming assertive before she became submissive, but he had a strong suspicion that it would work brilliantly. Virginia Stern groaned inwardly. Again she'd arranged a situation where she could dip her toes into her fetish. She'd analysed herself time and time again, but had never really come up with an answer for where her addiction to men's semen came from. For as long as she'd been sexually aware, she'd been fascinated with it, which was a good 33 years, since she'd first started playing with her cute little muff at the age of 15. It hadn't been long before she'd developed oral skills and was coaxing that delicious fluid from boy, after boy, after boy. She'd finished high school with a terrible reputation and had honestly been a bit of a mess. She'd realised she had a problem, but college hadn't been much better. There was an Asian word, Japanese she thought, bukkake, which perfectly described her fetish, but back then it wasn't common, and she had no idea others were as wanton as her when it came to men's juices. Finally, when she risked failing classes due to spending every moment she could being showered in cum rather than studying, she'd managed to gain some control. She kept it under control until she wound up the headmistress at a boy's boarding school. There she'd developed a penchant for sneaking into the laundry at all sorts of strange hours. By then she'd developed a bloodhound's nose for boy baby-batter, and she was sure that half the semen that should have been washed out in the laundry, had instead been sucked out by her. They were fond memories for her, as teenage boys tended to spurt their gunk frequently and indiscriminately. Then she'd been caught by the cleaning lady coming in extremely early. Her addiction had beaten her again, but she was much more careful than that trollop, Brenda Bush, and there was no evidence of her indiscretions, and no strange lack of evidence in her files either. She'd had to leave though. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 06 She'd never been caught like that again, as she'd worked hard to compartmentalise that part of her life, developing a persona she used at school, completely separate to the person she was away from school and in the bedroom. Although she'd had a close call recently with the boy now standing in front of her, obscenely stretching out his pants. Oh but if only she were 30 years younger, she'd grab hold of him and never let him go, suck his hard rod into her mouth and do all she could to keep it there. She'd long ago realised the truth of the 'perfect lady in public/perfect slut in the bedroom' philosophy. Over the years she'd had several boyfriends, even a fiancé, but as she slowly let her fetish show to each of them, they'd all eventually either been scared away, or pretty much drained dry by her and left with their tails between their legs. The fiancé was different, but he'd broken off the engagement when he felt that he couldn't satisfy her craving. She really tried her best, but one day he'd caught her toying with a pair of his underpants, looking longingly at the crotch. They'd almost come to an arrangement, where she'd be allowed to sample other men, or at least extract and play with their cream, but in the end he hadn't been able to accept it. He was worried she'd find some man who could cum bucket loads and that he'd steal her away from him. She'd never, ever cheated on him, not that she hadn't had the odd slip with earlier boyfriends, but he had been, and was, different. They still spoke, and there were still feelings, but there didn't seem to be a future there. Her fetish manifested in several weird and for her, wonderful, ways that she knew wider society would be repulsed by. Any time one of her partners shot his load into a condom, he'd find that the condom would disappear, and Virginia would soon be cleaning him off to a spotless shine. The contents of said condoms often found their way into Virginia's private meals, or first coffee in the morning before leaving home. She'd also managed to find a few pretty good glory holes in her area, but she had to be extremely careful, lest she be recognised by a student's parent and swiftly fired with cause, so she wasn't able to visit them often. She travelled frequently, even for weekend getaways, and every time she made sure to at least take the edge off her craving, and if she was lucky, she could even find a couple of guys to tag or double team her. She was still frequently disappointed with the harvest she got from those reapings. Then she came here, and found the file of one Brenda Bush. With the old phrase, 'it takes one to know one', ringing in her ears, she'd swiftly discovered Brenda's dirty, well-hidden secret. Teenage boys always represented the best supply, but as she got on in years, they were harder to attract, despite her wares, and besides, she'd never really been very good at building a strong rapport with the young men. They were also a huge risk. But she made a phone call or two, and it turned out that Brenda was extremely good at that. She'd learned that some of the boys still harboured feelings for Brenda, despite the situation going pear-shaped and Brenda moving on. She came up with a plan to let Brenda get one on the hook, and then swoop in and steal her rod, figuratively and physically. Tommy Johnson had been hooked to perfection, and then reeled in swiftly. She'd taken a huge risk and let her true colours show the very first time, deciding to try a sink-or-swim approach instead of the gradual introduction that so often failed. That she was desperate for a shot of man-cream might have had a tiny bit of influence on her judgement though. So far, things were going well, and he certainly supplied a lot of semen, possibly even more than two of any of her previous best suppliers. When he'd stood and barked at her, it set her nether regions aquiver. Usually the teenage ones, the best suppliers, had to be coaxed along the whole time, but Tommy looked like he was ready to step up and take control. This was fantastic. "Well?" he asked, still with an arrogant tone. He felt like he was getting it now, third time was the charm. "Get over here on your knees and get it out," he told her. She sank to her knees where she stood. Tommy could see the submission in her eyes and he knew that he was right, she wanted him to take charge whenever he was ready. She walked over to him on her knees, probably scuffing her stockings in the process. His shaft strained in its prison, yearning for the release Ms Stern was about to bring it. She attacked his belt buckle like it held water and she'd been trapped in the desert for days. His button didn't stand a chance, and his zipper fell faster than she had to her knees. His pants dropped to his ankles, leaving his dick restrained only by his cotton boxers, allowing it a bit more movement and relieving some of the discomfort. She caressed it lightly with her fingertips through the cotton, gently soothing it. Tommy watched as her face moved closer and closer, until she was kissing his tip through the cotton, and sucking on it, causing a wet spot to form. Even his pre-cum is delicious, she thought to herself. Oh god I want it spitting its batter all over me, covering my tits and showering my face and filling my belly and... "Uhhhhhm," Tommy moaned, "take it out Ms Stern." He could see she was reluctant to take her mouth away from the end of his dick. Her hands moved to grab the waist of his boxers and started pulling down. Finally she was forced to remove her mouth to pull his boxers down to his ankles. Finally freed, his rigid cock bounced up and smacked Ms Stern in the face, a nanosecond later it was being gobbled up by her. There was no preamble, no teasing, she just put it in her mouth, pushed downwards, and then forced it into her throat. "OH FUCK YES! SWALLOW THAT DICK!" exclaimed Tommy. He slid his hands over her scalp, through her honey blonde hair, as he started to direct her movements, shifting her back and forth on his cock. He looked to the ceiling, stretching his neck and back muscles. He could feel Ms Stern's tongue tracing patterns on the underside of his shaft. She was undoubtedly a master. As nice as it was, he wanted more. He stood her up and admired her big arse, tightly hugged by her white, lace boyshort panties. The bottoms of her big cheeks were peeking out the bottom, giving just a tantalising glimpse of their smooth, enticing surface. He pushed his cock between her arse cheeks roughly, rubbing his cock against the lace material, her arse cheeks giving him a blissful 'tit'-fuck in her arse cleavage. His hands held her hips, pulling her back against him so he could thrust against her more effectively. He looked at her back where her shelf bra hooked in the middle of her back. He took the opportunity to examine how it hooked together. With one hand, he released her hip and deftly pulled the two sides together slightly with his thumb and middle finger, releasing the pressure and allowing him to twist the whole lot slightly, before releasing it. He watched, with a huge grin, as the two sides of the bra released. With the motions of his thrusting, the bra swiftly lost the battle it was waging to support Ms Stern's enormous, swinging breasts, and tumbled from her arms and chest. He stopped thrusting, and stepped slightly back, before dropping to his knees behind her. Her big, plush arse filled his view, the telltale trail of his pre-cum smeared in the butt crack of her panties which were shoved far up her bum. He filled his hands with her two enormous, ripe, hunks of rump meat, enjoying the feel of the lace beneath his fingers. He gripped them hard, and acting on an instinct, leaned forward and sunk his teeth into her rump, relatively hard. "OUCH! FUCK! Tommy, why?" she asked, in shock. He declined to answer her. He shook her arse cheeks alternately, up and down and then clapped them horizontally. Her big, beautiful booty was compelling. He took hold of her waistband and slowly revealed her cheeks in all their glory. Her panties were almost sopping as he peeled them down her legs. Immediately he watched a trickle of juice trail down her leg. His tip was drooling pre-cum like a tap left on. Ms Stern had noticed, and was doing her best to catch it in her hands, bending over at the waist and reaching between her legs. As she bent over, Tommy watched as her arse spread open, revealing the deep pink, fleshy folds of her honey pot. He breathed in her aroma as he leant forward. Ordinarily he'd have been pretty tentative, but he knew that wasn't necessary with Ms Stern. He dove into her pussy, immediately smearing his face with the build up of juices there. He worked his tongue between the folds and lips, slurping up her lubrication. He lapped at her labia, tasting her and tickling her aroused flower. "Uhhhhh, yes, that's good," Ms Stern moaned, between lapping at her own handfuls of Tommy's trickled pre-cum. Tommy formed a point with his tongue, and probed at the opening to her love-tunnel, pushing in as far as he could reach. He wasn't sure how deep he was able to go, he'd never really thought about the length of his tongue, but he certainly felt like he'd gone deep. He felt his nose pressed up against her, and noticed her little brown arsehole twitching. It wasn't something he gave much thought to, but Ms Stern was pretty wicked and dirty, she'd probably get a kick out of it. He again slurped away at the lips of her pussy, before flattening his tongue and dragging it up from her quim and then, with only the slightest pause, pushed on further to lick her little brown rosebud. In response, Ms Stern's hips bucked against him. "OH FUCK YES!" she hollered. Encouraged, he spent the next several minutes, treating his principal's quim to his fumbling oral ministrations, working the odd lick of her bum into the routine. It mostly tasted of sweat, maybe just a little more tart, he thought. "Fuck me Tommy, please fuck me?" she pleaded, finally. Tommy stood up straight, while Ms Stern remained bent over lewdly. He looked quickly around the office while shucking the rest of his clothes, leaving them both naked, aside from her sheer, white stockings. Her couch seemed like the best place, but he eyed her desk with mischief in his mind. The imagery of fucking his stacked principal over her own cluttered desk was supremely appealing. He looked down at her, bent over and grasping her ankles. There was no doubting her flexibility, especially for her age, whatever age she actually was. She subtly swung her hips back and forth. The temptation to simply drive his cock to the hilt inside her was almost irresistible, but the desk eventually won out. He put his hand on her arse, feeling his fingers sink into the soft, buttery flesh, and subtly pushed her towards her desk. She stumbled forward for a moment, before releasing her ankles and regaining her balance. Tommy realised it was a bit mean to push her like that while she held her ankles, but he was sure she'd like him taking control. With his hand on her rump, he guided her to her desk, his hardened prick inadvertently rubbing against her thigh as they both moved. When she stood in front of the desk, she looked at him confused. He stepped directly behind her and put his hand between her shoulder blades. "Uh," she grunted as she was forced to bend over her desk and place her hands atop a requisition order for new staplers and a memo regarding annual leave for one of the teachers. Tommy pushed his rock hard divining rod in between her cheeks, searching for her sopping wet pussy. He fumbled for a moment before he found it and plunged in, butting up against her cheeks, his tool buried to the hilt inside her. "Oh!" she gasped. "Yes!" he moaned. He wasted no time building up speed, setting a pretty quick rhythm from the start. He pulled back until he felt the ridge of his cock head reach her lips, before driving back into the hilt with a decent amount of force, causing her to huff each time he did as he pushed her up against her desk. After a half a dozen strokes, Ms Stern laid out flat on her desk, knocking several things to the floor. Tommy thought of the phrase, 'get all up in that' that he'd heard around the school, and maybe even on TV, and realised it was something like this that it referred to. He held on to Ms Stern's wide hips and forced himself deep inside her. Her tits ballooned out the side of her torso, undulating to his movements. Her naked back formed a noticeable hourglass shape with her chest and hips. Her fleshy booty formed a soft cushion each time he bottomed out in her. "UH! UH! UH! YES! FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she shouted. He felt her pussy flutter on his cock as he held himself deep inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her arms flailed about, almost clearing her desk of all clutter, though when she bumped her computer screen he noticed she pulled back away from it, not wanting to knock over and damage the expensive equipment, despite her seemingly wild, orgasmic throes. She pushed back against him, and took the opportunity to twist around and scoot up onto the desk properly and lay on her back. Tommy wasn't really finished fucking her doggy style, and he'd had visions of shooting his spunk all over her back, but he wasn't one to argue. He smiled at the post-it note that stuck to her breast, and subtly slid his hand up to her breast to remove it. Lining up his dick, he plunged back down inside her, or rather, up inside her, as the height of the desk made things a little awkward. He pushed his hands up around her shoulders and used her as a handhold to rock his cock back and forth inside her soft, caressing love-tunnel. Her big, soft titties bounced and swayed back and forth, flattened out like pancakes, and Tommy watched, hypnotised by their movements. He leaned down to kiss one of her nipples, and then sucked it into his mouth, sucking hard on her areola and nipple, gently nipping it with his mouth. "FUCK YES!" she screamed and Tommy again felt her pussy clamp down on him, as she spurted her own juice around his invading cock. He continued to work his cock in and out of her, bringing them both pleasure as his solid shaft slid back and forth through her caressing tunnel. For the next several minutes he worked his tube steak back and forth, varying his thrusts, changing the depth, the angle, the speed and the force. All the while he took the opportunity to lavish her dancing, bouncing, swaying mammary glands with the enthusiastic attentions of his lathing tongue, teasing teeth, caressing lips and squeezing, twisting hands. Over time, her head slowly lowered, as she tired from the effort of holding it up and watching him work. "Please... fuck... my... face..." she tiredly asked him, her head lolling off the end of the desk somewhere as he shafted her. He looked up to her face, dropping her pointy nipple from his slavering mouth. He assessed her position. He could climb up onto her chest, or get off and approach the desk from above her. He abruptly climbed off her and walked around the desk. Her mouth opened wide, waiting for him to shove his rod down her gullet. She sprawled across the desk, and her heaving hooters drew his attention. He wanted another tit-fuck between her generous jugs. As he moved forwards, his rod lurched with anticipation, and Ms Stern tried to get high enough to capture it, unsuccessfully. He watched her efforts though, and decided to try something different. He dangled his nuts towards her mouth. He'd never really had much attention paid to them before, but he just went with it as he moved towards his goal. Her tongue snaked out and caressed his sack, lolling his balls around. She batted them from side to side softly. He placed his hands over her breasts, again feeling the hard nipples in the palm of his hand. He sloshed her heavy sacks of mammary gland around as they sat almost flat on her chest, but still poked up high enough that they'd be noticeable under a sheet. He moved his hands around, feeling up the entirety of her great big baps. Finally he pushed them up towards each other, forming a tight tunnel that he just knew was going to feel great wrapped around his enormous prick. He scrabbled forwards, and even climbed up onto his knees on the desk, forcing a couple more papers to flutter to the ground. His cock swung back and forth with his movements, hovering over the huge, tight, cleavage-tunnel that his cock strained with anticipation to enter. Rolling his hips, he brought his cock into contact with her soft, giving bosoms, lining it up with the cleavage he formed with his hands. He twitched with pleasure when he finally brought his sensitive cock head into contact with her bodacious baps. He held her tits tight to one another and lined up his rod with her cleavage. The light sheen of sweat on her body that they'd both worked up was soon added to by the copious amounts of pre-cum he was producing, and formed the perfect lubrication for him to slide his thick dick to the hilt inside her cleavage. Once he slid home, he pulled her breasts back against his pelvis, shaking them around and feeling them push their soft, pillowy flesh against him. It was simply titty heaven. He ground his cock down on her sternum, using her own big bosoms to do so, rubbing them all around on top of his solid hunk of cock meat. Holding tight to her massive melons, he slid back through the lubricated sheath of her tits, before thrusting back in, beginning the rhythm of his blissful tit-fuck. This boy, or young man, probably better for her to think of him as a young man, had the makings of a true lover. He had an enormous, heavy, thick, rock hard cock, which is always a good place to start from. He seemed to care about her pleasure, almost more than his own, but to be honest she got most of her pleasure once he received his. He didn't seem afraid to go into areas that a lot of people considered taboo. Yes, he was going to make some girl very happy someday, but until then, she should definitely enjoy him. She looked at his tight buns bobbing back and forth over her face and got a wicked idea. After all, maybe she should help him along the way in his education. All of a sudden, he felt Ms Stern pull his cheeks apart. He was totally unprepared for her tongue licking at his own arsehole, though he'd been treating her to exactly the same thing not long ago. It was very strange, and made him squirm. At first he wanted to escape from it, from her tongue and the discomfort. This only made him jerk his cock harder into the tit-fuck he was using her tits for and the sensation would cause him to withdraw, bringing his arse back to Ms Stern's busy tongue. Before long he was revelling in the feeling though. Ms Stern was so deliciously dirty, so slutty, such a whore, and having her lick his arse was somehow perfectly right. "Oh god, you're so dirty Ms Stern. Lick my bum, stick that tongue in my arse," he told her, encouraging her. Tommy felt the cream in his balls churn, knowing from the tingling in his shaft that he would cum soon if he didn't back off. Ms Stern had already cum, so there was nothing holding him back from reaching his own toe curling orgasm, so he pushed on, and in and out of her cleavage. Ready to finally shoot, he pulled back out of her tight cleavage and started stroking his meat. His balls again dangled over Ms Stern's mouth and she took the opportunity to suck them into her mouth, applying her impressive suction and the busy attention of her tongue, which had only recently been paying attention to his arse. After only a couple of jerks on his rod, it surged and fired a soaking shot of semen right at her cleavage. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 07.01 First off the rank is thanks to HMauthor for their work on the editing. Secondly, my profoundest apologies for how long this next chapter has taken. Chapter 6 was monstrous as those of you who read through it can attest, and I also understand I was testing a lot of fans' tolerances for long stories too. It also took a lot of effort for me. To a degree, I needed to step away from Tommy for a little while. If you read any of my other stories you'll see I've certainly spread my wings literately. In an effort to address the long chapter, I'm going to try a different approach and split this chapter up into sub chapters. So far, Tommy has bedded a new woman each chapter, as well as meeting a new woman he usually beds in the next chapter. Plus Tommy stories are a bit more than wham-bam stroke stories, there's a lot of plot and character development. In addition, some of you expressed an interest in continuing adventures with prior women, where my original plan was almost a one-night-stand arrangement. This means that each chapter needs to be bigger than the last, even if I don't get to every woman in the 'stable' every chapter. Some of you may ask why each sub chapter is not simply a chapter by itself? I don't have a good answer to this question, but mentally I plan to achieve certain things in each chapter and if I think of a sub chapter as a full chapter, they will be monstrous every time. You'll also understand from the structure I'll explain below. So, this will be Chapter 7.01. The first sub chapter in each chapter will attempt to stick to my original plan, introduce a new woman and bed a new woman. This will also likely be the chapter with the most plot and character development. Following sub chapters will hopefully be shorter, throwaway romps with some of the various women Tommy has met. I'm sure there's a better term than throwaway, but what I mean is you should be able to skip them without missing any plot developments. That's the plan anyway. Feedback is always so important, so remember to comment or send me direct feedback, no matter how long the gap is between me posting the story and you reading it. Getting feedback often draws me into writing a bit more on one of these stories, so if you like it, make your contribution by dropping a bit of feedback. And to all those who have, my sincere thanks to you. In fact, this current resurgence was due to your feedback. This is, as with most of Tommy's adventures, a mature adventure, however, since it included his first anal encounter, I thought the category should reflect that. * * * Dramatis Personae (Prior Chapters) Thomas (Tommy) Johnson. Age 19. Due to a condition when he was young his body's development was stunted, though doctors predicted his growth would eventually catch up. He's blessed with a 6" dick that becomes 10" hard. Amy Johnson, Tommy's single mother. Age 36. Amy has silky, shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She works hard to provide a decent life for Tommy despite being a single parent and is extremely proud of her son's intelligence, though she is physically over-protective of him. Tommy feels guilty for having checked out his Mum once or twice. Janine is a dirty-blond service station cashier and clothing store retail assistant. Age 19. Janine graduated from Tommy's High School last year. Her parents are quite wealthy, but due to Janine being punished, she no longer has access to that wealth aside from a place to live. She's working two jobs to have spending money before she decides what she wants to do with her life. She saved her number into Tommy's phone as J-Star. Miss Tait is the head Librarian at Tommy's local library. Tommy often thought of her as his "mother at the library" when he was little as she often kept a close eye on him while he was at the library and always took an interest in him. * * * Tommy drove home, struggling to stay under the speed limit. He was so excited about getting Janine, or J-Star's number that his excitement was bubbling out through his foot to the accelerator. A small part of him felt a bit lame for being excited over something so trivial, but it was a tiny voice overshadowed by an orchestra of jubilation. Tommy had no context to realise having sex with a woman was often the goal of a date, so by most guys' standards he had been incredibly successful with women so far. Regardless, he now had a sniff of a proper date. Before driving away he'd texted his Mum to say he was driving home. If she'd been calling about something super urgent she'd call again and he'd pull over and take the call, but so far silence. * * * When he got home his Mum was clearly agitated, pacing around the kitchen. "Alright," she began, "I know you're not a little kid anymore and that car gives you freedom. And believe me I really am trying to let go a little; to let you grow up and be the man you're going to be. But this isn't easy, Thomas." "Mum, I—" he replied before being cut off. "I'm still your Mother, and you could have a bit of respect for me. The shops shut hours ago and you never came home. I was worried about you. Where were you? I thought maybe you might have had an accident and been lying on the side of the road or tangled in a wreck waiting to die." She was starting to tear up, so Tommy stepped forward and embraced her. Feeling his comfort, she let the tears flow and started sobbing. "I know I'm overreacting," she told him between sobs, "but for a long time you've been the most, if not the only important thing in my life, Tommy. I can't just switch that off overnight. You have to give me something to work with." Tommy struggled coming up with an excuse for where he was. Should he tell her he was with a girl? Would that make her happy or suspicious? He tried to think of an excuse. "I'm sorry, Mum, I just went driving around for a while." Flimsy, but didn't require any corroboration. She squeezed him extra tight and again his attention was drawn to the fact that her big tits were pressed, bulging, between them. Tommy immediately started trying to think unsexy thoughts but came up empty. Amy sniffed as she held onto her son. Part of her wished she could go back in time and somehow freeze Tommy at 17 and keep him her diligent, loving, caring son, but she knew that was unrealistic. She didn't really want to limit her son that way, but this was one of the toughest things she'd ever faced as a mother. She did have a fleeting thought that she was lucky in that there were a lot of problem children out there with behavioural and drug-related issues. She was proud that she'd raised Tommy right and that he'd never had such issues. Her tears slowed. She realised that Tommy was twisting strangely, a habit he'd exhibited lately when they hugged. Didn't he want to hug her anymore? Using her emotional state as a bit of an excuse, she grabbed him tightly and pulled him in unprepared for what she'd encounter. Tommy performed what was becoming a practised manoeuvre to keep his Mum from feeling his slowly erecting cock. As her tears dwindled though, she suddenly pulled him in tight and his eyes shot open in shock as there was simply no possible way she'd not be able to feel his erection against her leg. He froze, not moving and wishing for there to be some way for it to be over without embarrassment. 'Oh,' Amy thought, 'so that's what's going on. He's trying not to let me feel his stiffy. But that would mean that...' Amy's mind began to run with all kinds of thoughts, such as the fact that he'd been having stiffies for a while now; and wondering, since he was getting them or at least having them while the two of them were hugging, was he attracted to her? Her grip slackened, and Tommy gingerly extricated himself from her embrace. He pulled back, keeping his eyes down at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze, completely unsure of how she would react. "Okay, well, I'll try to remember to call you next time, or at least send you a text. G'night, Mum," he said as he slunk away to his room. It was a long time before Amy realised that her son, and his stiffy, had left the room. * * * Tommy stared at his phone for hours that night, working up the courage to call or text Janine. He wasn't an idiot, he'd seen plenty of TV shows and films that suggested the rule was to wait three days before contacting the other party. Finally, Tommy worked up the courage and pressed the button on his phone to dial her number. Before he even got the phone to his ear though he realised he had no idea what to say. He hurriedly cancelled the call, hopeful that he'd cancelled it before the call went through to her phone. The excitement had him breathing heavily. What the hell would he say? He'd left her house with a vague agreement that they would go to a movie, following a brief conversation as she lay sexually exhausted in her bed. Maybe, 'Hey, great sex tonight, how are you?' Maybe that three day rule wasn't so ridiculous after all. * * * Later that week, Tommy was hanging out in his room, still struggling to call Janine. He'd put it off past the three days now, which was causing him grief, but he'd poorly justified it by saying that the three days was just a guideline. He'd slept with some women but hadn't had a real relationship, and now here was the beginning of an actual relationship and he found himself unable to even call her. It was making him feel like a real loser but he just couldn't bring himself to make that call. Looking for something to distract himself, he noticed the books he'd borrowed from the library. They weren't due back yet, but he needed something to do so he decided to return them. He picked them up and headed out towards his car. He was just about to open the door when he remembered something important. "Mum, I'm going to return some books and then I'm probably going to drive around a bit, so don't worry about me." "Ok, but be careful and don't stay out too late. If I get worried, I'm going to call you, and if you don't answer I'll worry and start calling hospitals and the police," she answered as she walked out of the lounge with a smirk on her face. "You wouldn't want me to worry like that would you?" Exaggeratedly rolling his eyes, having picked up on his Mum's jovial tone, he replied, "Mum, you're so embarrassing... god... jeez... but no, I won't let you worry." With that he headed out to his car, fired it up and luxuriated in its throaty rumble before letting it idle to warm up. Sure, a more modern car wouldn't need such extra special care and attention, but it also wouldn't have as much character, or be a treasured gift from his grandfather. * * * Tommy looked over at the clock and realised he was going to miss the library. Driving his car was such an enjoyable experience that occasionally, once he started driving he found himself completely distracted from tasks if they weren't important. Still, he could just drop the books in the after-hours return chute anyway. With that in mind, he started making his way towards the library. As he expected, a lot of the lights had been turned off, but it still looked like someone was there as there were more lights on than he'd expect to see if it was closed. He pulled up and turned off the engine, and then realised he wasn't going to be long and could have left the engine running. He approached the chute in the window, books in hand. "AHHHH!" he yelled, startled. As he got close to the chute, someone had appeared in front of him, inside the library, as if from thin air. The shock had caused him to cry out. He recognised Miss Tait waving at him. Her usually perfectly straight brunette hair was a little messed and hanging from a slowly failing ponytail. Her deep green eyes were a little alert, and to be honest, she looked a little harried. "Thomas!" he assumed she shouted, but he couldn't hear anything through the glass. The soundproofing at the library was impressive. He waved at her and pushed the books through the chute, before pointing to his ears, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. Miss Tait lifted both her hands and signalled to Tommy to stop or stay or something, before she hurried away in the direction of the front door. Curious, Tommy headed that way too. She hurriedly unlocked the door and it opened automatically. "Thomas, I'm so glad to see you. I know this is unusual, but I was hoping you might be able to give me a hand?" she asked, clasping her hands in front of her around the level of her crotch. Before he could reply, Tommy was distracted by the sight of her. The overall impression Miss Tait gave was that she was hot and had been working hard. Her face was just slightly sweaty, and he was pretty sure he could see slightly dark patches under her arms. Her ponytail was clearly failing with strands and wisps of hair already having made a break for freedom. She wore a high-collared white blouse with a ruffle along either side of the buttons. Not a button was undone, not an inch of cleavage was visible. But that didn't matter, because the blouse was tight, it ballooned out to accommodate her prodigious bust before sloping back in to be tightly tucked in to the high waist of her skirt. Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms. Her grey, speckled skirt hung down to just above her ankles and looked to be quite billowy and diaphanous. Her wide hips were clearly outlined by the skirt. "Erm, sure. What with?" he asked. "Well, it's actually pretty mundane stuff, mostly returning books to shelves. There's an inspection tomorrow and unfortunately this week we've had non-stop excursions through the library which has put a huge backlog through the return to shelves function. On top of that, I've had several staff call in sick this week. The inspection usually wouldn't matter, but I've heard that I'm up for review this year and one woman in particular would like to see me ousted to make room for her sister in this role. I worked so hard for this, Thomas, that I really don't want to lose it. Unfortunately it's just me left and there're a few things I need help with." Tommy put his hand on her arm comfortingly and said, "No problem, Miss Tait, I'll help you. I know how much you care about the library." She led him to the room that held the books waiting to be returned. Frankly, he was a little astonished at the volume. "Sorry, I tried to get a few of the staff to stay back, but so many of them have children." "That's ok. Where do we start?" Miss Tait got him a trolley and showed him how to work through the piles. Fortunately, a couple of volunteers had organised the stacks so that aside from the occasional maverick, out-of-place book that was stacked on the wrong pile, they were well grouped. They both got to work. * * * Kat knew she was returning books at about twice the rate that Thomas was, but it was still a third that she wouldn't have to do herself. She was a little bit miffed at the staff and had wondered many times over the last day or so if some of them were trying to sabotage her. Perhaps she was less respected or liked than she had always thought. She would normally have expected a few of them to help out in a time of need like this. Thomas driving up was a god-send. After he helped her return all the books there were still a few things she had to do so his help was invaluable. Tommy crossed paths with Miss Tait several times, and every time he did so he was taking the opportunity to check her out. Her skirt had turned out to be very see-through and he had to wonder if this was normal library attire. He was doing his best not to count or keep track of how much they had done or how much was left as he knew that would make the whole task seem endless. He couldn't help but notice it seemed like they were getting to the end of the piles though. She divided up a few more tasks, giving Tommy the simpler ones of course. About 15 minutes later he returned and it seemed Miss Tait was waiting for him. "Thomas, great, I just need your help with one more thing and then we'll be done. These books go up high and I really hate climbing the ladder without someone to steady it, so off we go," she directed, before leading Tommy back into the labyrinth of shelves. She led the way through the reference section. "These have been off the shelves for weeks and really should have been put back a long time ago." She positioned a ladder that she must have left in the row earlier. She climbed up before Tommy even had a chance to offer to climb up. He held the ladder steady and slowly passed up the six or so books. Miss Tait bustled around up at the top of the ladder. In hindsight, he really should have been the one up the ladder while she steadied it for him. Standing this close to her, with his upward view, he was able to see a lot that he figured he wasn't supposed to. He could see the crease in her leg, where her thick, curvy thigh ran smack-bang into her bulging shelf of an ass. From close up he could also see the way her skirt dipped at the back, defining the precise location of her undoubtedly deep arse-crack. He was in awe of the size of her arse. Her waist was really quite skinny, yet her bum ballooned out and almost defined what people meant when they used the term 'shelf'. "Okay," she said as she suddenly started descending the ladder. Tommy wasn't prepared for her sudden movement, and as she moved the ladder lurched to the side. She lost her balance and slipped down the ladder. "Ah!" she yelped as she fell. Tommy managed to halt the ladder's movement, and she was able to slow her fall quite a lot as she scrabbled to grip or stand on the rungs. Tommy kept his place beneath Miss Tait as she dropped. As she fell, her skirt billowed up quite quickly and exposed her legs to Tommy's gawking eyesight. To top it off, her panties quickly came into view, a tight pair of yellow, Lycra panties. He wasn't so experienced or knowledgeable, but he'd heard of boyshorts, and they didn't seem to fit, as they seemed very high up her leg, and the back was almost like a thong or something, as he could see a lot of her arse, but unlike a thong, there was a lot of material at the back, covering the small of her back really. Her arse was divine. It was almost like something from a slapstick comedy, as Miss Tait's round, voluminous arse dove towards Tommy. It happened to Tommy as if it were in slow-motion. Each of her cheeks collided with one of his own cheeks, although it was her arse to Tommy's face. His nose went deep, exploring the depths of her bum crack in which her panties disappeared. He got the briefest whiff of her scent as her rump continued its grind down his face. Involuntarily, with reflexes he didn't know he possessed, his tongue shot from his mouth to taste the slightly sweaty, salty skin of her delicious buns. The sheer shelf of her arse stuck out so far that as she continued to slide down in front of Tommy, it was only her arse that touched him. The soft, plushy cushions of her tush passed down, slipping from Tommy's chin to collide with his chest. Each globe bulged against his chest, the near-naked flesh caressed its way down to his abdomen. By the time Miss Tait was able to catch herself, her tantalising arse was wrapped tightly around Tommy's hardened cock, with his pants providing the only insulation from feeling her pale, soft skin against his turgid rod. "Oh Tommy, thank... god... you..." she said before tapering off to stunned silence. Clearly she could feel his big hard-on between her supple arse cheeks. She gulped. "Thank you for catching me, Thomas," she said, recovering. He felt her start to rise and try to twist within his arms, as he still held the ladder, arms either side of her skinny waist. Tommy didn't release her though. Her skirt was still hiked up and he was enjoying the view of her massive derriere caressing his cock through his pants. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 07.01 "Thomas?" she questioned, a little unsure of herself and him. He let go of the ladder and put his hands on her hips, holding her in place. The feel of her tight, Lycra panties was nice in his hands and the curve of her hips filling his palms was thrilling. "Miss Tait... I..." he started to say, not sure what he wanted to say. His hands curled around her hips, his fingers digging in just slightly to her soft, pliant flesh. He rose on the balls of his feet, just enough to rub his covered erection against her near-naked arse, sliding it along the valley between her spherical buns. "Thomas," she said, her tone far less questioning than the first time. Tommy felt bold. He was clearly groping Miss Tait now, and her only reaction had been to say his name twice. She certainly hadn't told him to stop. In fact, he felt like she was encouraging him to go further. He slid his hands forward, around the front of her hips, and then upward, over her bunched-up skirt to her tightly buttoned blouse. He tentatively slid his hands over her protruding bust. He kept his touch light. He knew what he was doing wasn't really right, but he couldn't stop himself. He'd been sneaking glimpses of her as they worked, and ever since bumping into her a while back, he'd daydreamed occasionally about her. Working in close proximity, followed by her inadvertent butt-grind down his body, had his control stretched way past breaking point. Besides, she hadn't asked him to stop. His palms rubbed her chest, gently massaging her bound breasts within the confines of her bra and blouse. Her boobs were clearly big, huge even, but Tommy couldn't tell how big because he could feel the tight tension in the bra, strapped across her chest-puppies. He ran his hands beneath them and gently hefted them just slightly. His arousal was high, clearly evidenced by the length of granite currently filling in the role of Tommy's cock. He couldn't help himself, he thrust his hips forward and up, grinding into Miss Tait's deep arse crack. "Thomas..." she moaned, arousal and desire saturating the simple statement of his name. His short, relative inexperience, at least as he thought of it, told him that Miss Tait was enjoying what he was doing, and that he should continue. He softly rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his trouser and underpants-restricted cock in between the exposed cheeks of the Head Librarian's huge, stellar rump. Meanwhile, his hands became a little more insistent, starting to grope and paw at her breasts. He could hear her softly murmuring and moaning, "So... long... mmm... and been... uh... so long..." He leaned forward, pressing his upper body against her back, curved as it was, away from her popping tush. His eyes half-lidded as he breathed in her scent. He could smell her perfume, vanilla-scented, but it was mixed with what had to be a day's worth of perspiration. She didn't smell bad, just sort of, real, sort of, raw. His hands were busy for the next few minutes, caressing the boundary between tit restricted by bra, and tit that bulged just slightly out the top of confining bra. His cock continued it's slow, pleasurable grinding up against Miss Tait's butt. He hadn't spared much thought to what Miss Tait's hands were busy with, but he took notice when her left brushed against his own, joining in the manipulation of her sweater-melon. Her hand started encouraging his own towards the line of buttons down her front. He took her cue and started unbuttoning her blouse. It turned out to be more difficult than he would have thought, due to the strain each button was clearly under. He really had to force each button back through the buttonholes. He was momentarily interrupted when he felt Miss Tait's hand reach between them to squeeze his erect, throbbing, rubbing dick. "Oh my god, Thomas... it's so long... and thick... I never would have... expected..." Miss Tait murmured disjointedly. He continued to work on her blouse. He'd unbuttoned the most important part across the front of her chest, allowing her breasts to bulge forward, defying the constricting bra to display her tight cleavage. Not that Tommy could see it as he was behind her gazing lovingly at her enormous, round backside. His fingers continued their complicated dance up her chest, attacking the modesty-maintaining buttons and leaving behind gaping sexuality. While he couldn't see the tightly packed cleavage, he could feel it with his busy fingers, those not busy working the buttons. Her breasts felt full, yet soft, clearly heavily packed into her bra, though promising heavenly bounce and sway once released. Her own hands began working on his trousers, grasping for the belt, button and zip, struggling to unfasten them with the strain caused by his erection. As he roamed higher, unbuttoning the blouse up her neck, he missed the feel of the tight crevasse formed between her brassiere-stuffers. With just a moment's work though, her blouse was completely undone, falling open to reveal hidden treasures he was unable to see from behind her. At the same time, Miss Tait managed to unveil his solid pole. His pants dropped to pool around his ankle, while his cock stuck out over the waist of his jocks. His turgid length of steel slipped immediately into Miss Tait's arse-cleavage. Pre-cum bubbled out the tip of his prick as his hips continued slowly thrusting. Miss Tait's arse was already a little sweaty, which provided all the lubrication they needed to allow his shaft to easily slide back and forth. Before long his pre-cum would seep down and add to the lubrication anyway. Miss Tait caressed the top surface of his dong, pressing it deep between the cheeks of her butt. He could feel the satiny caress of her Lycra panties as the head of his tool emerged from the top of her bum, looking like some kind of submarine periscope. Tommy's own hands roamed over the top of her bra-clad tits, luxuriating in the softness of them, pressing his fingers in a drumming motion against them. He slipped his fingers between the cups and her tits with some effort, and pulled down on the cups. Her baps exploded out of her boulder-holder, the tension released from them fantastically. "Ohhhhhhh..." Miss Tait moaned as her hooters finally felt the joy of relief from the tension they endured day-in-day-out. As her boobs bounced around, Tommy delighted in trying to capture them in his hands. They were huge, and swung around a bit before settling down from their escape. He hefted and squeezed them, noting immediately that they sagged a bit more than any others he'd felt up. It wasn't saying much though, because they were still quite high on her chest. Her nipples felt surprising small compared to the size of her jugs. They didn't lack for hardness, but they weren't much bigger than plain M&Ms. He could feel that her areolas were big though, capping off the exact front of each cannon exactly. They were smooth, lacking the bumps he usually felt and which he himself had. He took the opportunity to rub his fingertip over each of her hard little nips. Kat had a moment, just a split-second, of clarity. She was standing in the middle of her library with her skirt hiked up, her blouse wide open, her tits hanging out over her bra, and Thomas Johnson, who she had watched grow from a little boy into a handsome young man, was sliding his enormous cock up and down against her butt. This was not her life. Her life was books, stories and knowledge. Occasionally she read something a bit titillating and she sneakily tickled her little love button, or even more scandalously, used one of her overly large toys to ream out her pussy until she had a 'little death'. But that was on another plane compared to what was occurring here, now. All her real sex had involved men much smaller than Thomas Johnson's apparent size. But her moment of 'clarity' passed quickly as she realised she felt more alive in this moment than she had during any of her most enjoyable books or fantasies. This was the real thing. Besides, as she'd murmured earlier, it had been so, so long since she'd been with a man. "Oh Thomas, so good... please... please... I need you, Thomas," she gasped. It was a vague comment, but Tommy had only one way he was going to interpret it. Rapidly, he stepped back from Miss Tait and reefed his underpants down his legs. He kicked his feet, trying to free himself from his pants and underwear. He succeeded in freeing a foot and decided that would be enough. "No," Miss Tait moaned as she lost contact with Thomas's straining hard-on. He took hold of her high-waisted panties and yanked them over her arse and down her legs. "Yes," she gasped as she felt Thomas take control and strip her panties off. As he reached her feet, his face aligned perfectly with her arse. The way she was bent forward with her back arched, meant that Tommy was easily able to spot her drooling pussy lips. His confidence in all things sexual had been steadily rising since the first time he was with Vicki. With the slightest hesitation, Tommy wrapped his arms around Miss Tait's thighs and shoved his face in between her cheeks. He couldn't avoid inhaling her musky scent, while his tongue immediately slid over her pussy and he tasted her juices. "Oh god," she moaned, "yes, Thomas, just like that." He kept his face hard against her as he licked her lips for a minute or so. But it wasn't his ultimate goal, and his desperate cock demanded he move on. He stood up behind her and took just a moment to align himself. His arrow-shaped head rubbed around her slick entrance, collecting her delicious lubrication. Finally ready, he held his cock steady on target. Tommy pushed forward, his solid cock drove deep inside Miss Tait's heat. It parted her lips effortlessly, and her lubrication allowed the intruding shaft to slide in with very little resistance. She wasn't as syrupy wet as Ms Stern often was, but she was plenty wet enough. "Unh," he moaned as his cock bottomed out in her. "Uh... Thomas..." Miss Tait gasped. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, feeling her wet heat infuse his cock with pleasure. Pulling back, he noted how easy it was to slide back and forth inside her. It allowed him to build his rhythm up quickly without causing either of them any discomfort. He held her hips as he swung his own back and forth, driving his demandingly rigid boner into her depths. All thoughts fled Kat's mind for a moment or three. He was filling her as well as any of her biggest toys. The difference was that this was a real cock, with a human male attached. A human male who did not physically resemble any of her fantasies, aside from perhaps his equipment, which he was using more skilfully than any of her fantasies, pounding into her with perfect rhythm. She focused her attention on holding onto the ladder and maintaining her position to facilitate Thomas's delightful screwing. "Uh... Miss Tait..." he moaned. From Tommy's perspective, his performance was sheer luck. While he didn't truly realise how much he'd grown in the last few months, it was to Miss Tait's benefit that he'd reached his current height, no more, no less. His height resulted in a particular angle of entry, and this angle caused his engorged tube steak to grind against her g-spot, while his balls rhythmically bumped into her clit, driving her pleasure higher. Kat's orgasm overtook her unexpectedly. She could feel her pleasure rising of course, but she wasn't prepared when she suddenly came. "OH GOD! THOMAS YES! YES! YES! THOMAS! YES! OH YES! SCREW ME, THOMAS! SCREW ME SO GOOD! GOD YES!" Even without her litany, Tommy could tell she was cumming. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft, and he had to really push and pull to keep fucking her as she got a bit tighter through her orgasm. Her whole body spasmed quite a bit throughout the throes of her ecstasy. "Oh, oh, oh," he gasped as he focused on trying not to cum. Her jerky movements made it difficult for Tommy to maintain his stroke. He almost slipped out a few times before he finally slipped free of her completely, staving off his need to cum momentarily. He hurriedly tried to push back inside her without delay, and in his haste, he pushed his prick against an alternative target. Kat gasped. How could he know? She never admitted such a thing to anyone, not even herself. Occasionally, after she came on one of her toys, she felt an undeniable urge to push one of her toys inside her... inside... well... inside her bum. Even admitting it now was difficult. She never failed to cum a second time due to her anal toying, but how could Thomas Johnson possibly discern that about her? Tommy paused. He could feel that her bum was tight, but he felt just a bit of give as he shoved his knob into her. He was pretty sure he could push inside. Her gasps had made him pause, but she didn't say a word, and if he had to guess, he'd suggest she was... anticipating... His mind made up, he pushed ahead. "FUCKING FUCK! THOMAS! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK, THOMAS! GOD YES! FUCK IT, THOMAS! FUCK MY ARSE, THOMAS! STICK YOUR BIG, FAT, FUCKING COCK UP MY ARSE, THOMAS! FUCK YES!" she shouted suddenly. Tommy froze in abject terror. His cock even deflated just the tiniest bit. Her outburst came completely out of left field. Never before had he really heard her swear, although to be fair, he was trying to push his thick, lengthy dong up inside her back passage. At the very least it would likely make him swear. When her words registered though, her realised she wanted it. She was crying out for him to fuck her arse, something he'd never done with anyone before. He'd seen porn and heard of anal sex of course, but never experienced it himself. Tommy held himself steady by grabbing hold of her round, soft, doughy hips. His cock was still very hard, and the thought of what he was about to do caused it to harden back to its unbelievably rigid state. He pressed forwards, his tip speared against her arse hole and he felt her ring give, just a little. He released the pressure, before pushing again. This time she gave a little more, and Tommy felt the pressure around the head of his cock, as if someone was gripping it in a tight fist and squeezing. On the third push, the tip of Tommy's cock popped inside Miss Tait's arse. "OH FUCK YES! FUCK MY ARSE, THOMAS! FUCK IT! FUCK ME! MY ARSE NEEDS YOUR BIG FUCKING FUCK-STICK, THOMAS! SO FUCK IT AND FUCK IT HARD YOU FUCKING FUCKER!" He pushed in, with little resistance apart from the tight ring at her entrance. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, she was so tight, but only at the very start, not like a pussy that gripped him all the way down. He'd learnt a bit about sphincters in biology, much to the amusement of the idiots in class, and he realised that the feeling he was experiencing was really the only way anal sex could possibly have worked. Tommy stared in wonder and lust at the junction between his engorged prick and Miss Tait's tight arse hole. This was an entirely new plane of sex for him. He felt, somehow dirty, yet extremely horny. There was something almost primal about having his hard cock deep inside his sexy librarian's wide, round, sensual booty. He pulled back, sliding the pressure of her ring up along his shaft. It was an unusual sensation. Before reaching the tip he found himself compelled to push back inside her. "OH, YES!" she shouted. He pushed his tool up to the hilt, grinding his hips up against the soft, squishy cheeks of her rump. He could feel the head of his dick, pulsing and throbbing in need. His balls felt hot, and he could almost imagine the cum inside them, churning and desperate for relief. "Unh... fuck yes..." he groaned. He withdrew all the way back to the ridge of his tip, delighting in her tight ring of pressure sliding backwards again. He pushed back in, driving his knob deep into her. Again his instincts were to grind himself against her, pushing his pelvis into her sweet, soft buns. "Oh god, yes, Miss Tait, your butt is so tight," he moaned to her. "OH FUCK YES!" she shouted, before gaining a bit of control and saying, "Oh fuck, Thomas, you feel so good up my arse honey. But I need you to fuck it now, really fuck my arse. Do you think you can do that?" "Definitely, Miss Tait," he replied. Without waiting for a starting signal, Tommy began pumping into her, pushing and pulling, back and forth, grabbing a tight hold of her hips to give himself leverage. Having sex was always fantastic, it went without saying, but fucking Miss Tait's arse was incredible. He took in the sensations, her tight grip on his rigid dick with her arse hole, the smooth, soft flesh of her hips, the sight of her boobs, the round sides he could see, bouncing to his rhythm over the top of her bra, her hair, wildly escaping the pony tail she'd had earlier and the slapping of his thighs against the bouncing, shuddering buns of her tush. He was an incredibly lucky young man, no doubt about it. He reached up and wrestled briefly with her bra hooks, before unleashing her bodacious baps. Pausing with his meat lodged firmly embedded up her keister, he leaned forward to grope her heavy jugs. They were very heavy, which partly explained the slight sag, as no boobs that heavy could stay high and tight forever. He gripped her tits in his hands, curling his fingers into the succulent flesh, before taking up the arse-fucking he was delivering to the stacked librarian. Her arse was so tight around his cock, and with the added stimulus of her whoppers bouncing around in his hands, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh god, Miss Tait, I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum." "YES, THOMAS! UP MY ARSE! SPRAY YOUR FUCKING COCK JUICE UP MY ARSE YOU FUCKER!" His balls churned in anticipation. He was going to cum inside Miss Tait, the head librarian's arse. His white goo was going to rocket down the length of his wang, before exploding out the tip, coating the inside of her rectum. He would leave behind his oily, white deposit to seep slowly towards freedom. Only it didn't happen like that. Oh, Tommy's seed vacated his balls alright, and then spurted up the length of his impressive member, and of course it still exploded from the crown of his boner like a bat out of hell, and yes, the inner surface of Miss Tait's back passage were swiftly coated with his baby-batter. The difference was that Tommy had far overestimated how much free space existed up her arse with his engorged tube steak stuffing vacating, stuffing and vacating repetitively. He released her swaying sweater-balloons as he felt something strange. He looked down to see his jizz exploding back out of the tight seal her arse hole formed around his cock. With each lurch and spasm of his rod, more splooge was forced out around his joystick, coating it and dripping down between his legs and running down Miss Tait's own thighs. He considered pulling back out, but he couldn't bring himself to stop ploughing her rump, and the tight grip of her ring kept drawing him back and forth to experience its sweet caress. He hadn't realised that Miss Tait had silently orgasmed, possibly the most incredibly enjoyable orgasm she'd ever had. Certainly her voice had never failed her like this before. They both panted, as Tommy's cock slowly softened and was ejected from her arse by her recovering sphincter. "Miss Tait," he softly said as he caught his breath, "that was incredible. Oh my god. I mean, I've never... you know... at the end when we... when I..." "Yes Thomas, I know," she said, quite tersely. Kat wasn't sure what to do now. Her rational mind was now firmly back in charge. She'd fucked this young child... well he wasn't a child, he was of age, a young man, and he clearly had experience, but she fought the perception that he was still little Thomas Johnson. Still, she could feel the pleasant throb in her pussy and arse from the thorough shafting he'd given her, there was no denying the extreme pleasure he'd given her. Her instincts told her to get rid of him, pretend the last 30 minutes hadn't happened. But she wanted this again, and shutting him down like that was not likely to yield the results she desired. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 07.01 "I'm sorry Thomas, I didn't mean to snap." She grinned as she turned to look back at him, her body lodging its refusal to respond to her desire to move as it recovered. "I've just never done anything like this before, it was all so sudden, and we're in the library for heaven's sake!" She was right. Besides, Tommy's feelings weren't hurt. Why would they be hurt? He'd just fucked, no not just fucked, but arse-fucked his curvy, sexy, busty, big-bootied librarian. He was on top of the world. "I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it was just that you fell and your skirt lifted and I could see your panties and you looked so good and—" "Yes, Thomas," she said, cutting him off as his praise, and talking of sexual things started to make her uncomfortable. "It's quite alright. In fact I enjoyed it, I'm glad you did... that." They both took a minute or so to gather themselves. Tommy got himself dressed, while Miss Tait did the same but only partially and very haphazardly. She left her bra off, and even her panties. Normally this would horrify her, but her brain was more addled than she allowed for. She buttoned her blouse, but struggled to get the buttons lined up, and decided to just go with it. She failed to realise that a fair amount of Tommy's spunk was stuck to her skirt and was plainly obvious. Tommy was oblivious though. "Well," she said as they made themselves presentable, "that was everything I needed you for. Thank you for your help, Thomas. And, um... thank you for the other bit too." Clearly she realised something as her face clouded over. "You won't, I mean you wouldn't... you couldn't... you're not going to tell anyone—" Tommy cut her off, "I won't tell a soul, Miss Tait." His face was straight and he was so earnest, she decided to believe him. She turned to lead the way, and Tommy noticed her Lycra panties. It was perverted, he was becoming a dirty little freak, but he couldn't resist as he leaned down and scooped up her panties to claim as a trophy, as he was starting to think of his collection. They ambled towards the exit. "Thanks again, Thomas. Be well ok?" Miss Tait opened the door to see him off before returning to the last few tasks she had that he couldn't help with. * * * Teneale sat in the passenger seat of the police car, trying to ignore the her drivel-spouting partner . He was Grade A tool, and the sooner her regular partner returned from leave the better. She looked out the passenger window and noticed a muscle car approaching the intersection at high speed. He clearly wasn't going to stop. "Murphy, shut up! This guy isn't going to stop! Flick on the siren!" "Fuck, I'm trapped behind this Civic! Move you dick!" Teneale grabbed the handrail above her head as their path cleared and Murphy tore after the speeding driver. He further accelerated, clearly trying to outrun them. The two cars blew through two intersections, fortunately avoiding collision, though it was close. They weaved through traffic, again cutting narrow margins with other vehicles. The other driver even tried taking a few sudden turns, while indicating the opposite direction to try to throw them off his tail. Much as she disliked him, she was impressed by Murphy's driving. Finally, down a side street, he appeared to realise he wasn't getting away, and pulled over. Teneale got out to do the talking, knowing it was best to keep Murphy behind the wheel in case he tried to flee again. The driver looked young, and nervous. And physically, he seemed too short and small to be old enough to drive. "Please officer, I've never done anything like this before, I'm so sorry," he whined in an annoying voice. * * * Tommy looked across the parking lot and noticed immediately a distinct lack of his car. Miss Tait stood beside him, sensing something was wrong. "My car... it's gone," he uttered. * * * It quickly became apparent to Teneale that it wasn't his car. He wasn't quite old enough to drive. Punk kid. Still, the idiotic owner had left his keys in it. She arranged for Murphy to take the kid back to the station, handle the paperwork and deal with the parents. Meanwhile, she radioed in for a tow truck. Unfortunately, the tow truck was going to be a while. The kid-thief said he'd stolen the car from the library about 15 minutes ago. It probably hadn't even been noticed missing, although the library was closed by now, and she wouldn't normally expect to see a car like this in a library car park. Screw it, she'd just drive it back herself. After all, the owner would probably be happy not to have the tow truck potentially damaging the car. And it was a beautiful machine. She'd never really been all that interested in older cars, but as she drove along she could feel how raw the car was, lacking all the integrated computers and catalytic converters and things that modern vehicles have. She found herself grinning, ultimately enjoying it. As she closed on the library though, she backed off on the accelerator. She didn't need some pissed off muscle car owner going after her for hooning around in his car. She assumed the owner was male. * * * Tommy stared at the space where his car had been, or at least that general area. As he thought back, he noticed the lack of keys in his pocket. He hadn't even locked the door. After all, he'd just been going to the return chute. He'd just helped someone steal his most treasured possession. Miss Tait obviously realised something was wrong. "Is that... didn't you park... I mean your car was... Thomas?" He felt horrible. The threat of tears prickled around his eyes, but for some reason, failed to fall. It was a subtle sign, one of many that were present, yet he remained unaware of them. Neither of them knew what to say. As they stared at the lonely car park, suddenly a pair of headlights pulled in. They grew as the driver brought the car towards them. The car pulled up and Tommy realised in confusion and elation that it was his car. But why would a thief return it? Tommy watched as the driver got out, and he was immediately confused by the fact that she was wearing a police uniform, although to be fair, the uniform struggled to fully contain her. In this part of the country there weren't too many people from other cultures. Not that she was necessarily from another culture as such, but there weren't too many black people around. Or Asian, Middle Eastern or anything really. It was sad now that he thought about it. Regardless, it was clear, even in the low light of the car park, that she was black. Not midnight, but somewhere in the middle. Her lips were wide and thick, while her nose was broad-bridged. Her dark eyes were half-lidded and beautifully almond-shaped. Her black hair hung in a ponytail and swished as she walked towards Tommy and Miss Tait. He uniform bulged out around her prominent bust. It was a minor detail, but Tommy could see that the buttons in front of her shirt appeared to be bigger than some of the others. He had to wonder if they were replacements or reinforcements, as he could imagine a heck of a scenario involving a bursting uniform. He stood there in shock as she walked up to explain the situation. Though Tommy didn't realise it, Officer Teneale Shepherd easily spotted these two had been fucking. Her hair was incredibly wild, his shirt was half un-tucked, and the woman, who Teneale was certain filled the head librarian position, was clearly sans-bra. Still, poindexter's registration listed him as legal age, so there was nothing more than gossip material in front of her. Well actually, the Library was government property and sex on government property might be a crime? Either way, there was no crime she had any interest in pursuing. Still, the librarian was pretty built, and the kid was young. Why was she fooling around with him anyway? Her eyes drifted to his package and she barely managed not to double-take. She had to wonder if she'd interrupted something because the kid was clearly packing something thick down his trousers. "Are you Thomas Johnson?" she asked. "Yes," Tommy answered abruptly. "This must be your car then. Caught some kid running a red light on Main Street. You're lucky we caught him or this beast might have ended up wrapped around a tree, or ditched in the bush." "Yes," he answered again, just for something to say. "You left the keys in it," she stated, with a lot of reproach in her voice. "Yes," he replied, a little more sombre and embarrassed. "Well... are you an idiot?" "Y—" he started to answer before being cut off. "That's probably my fault officer, you see, Thomas was just here to return a book and I asked him inside to help me," Miss Tait spoke on his behalf. "Mmm-hmm," she murmured, sarcasm dripping from every pore of her. "Well that was mighty nice of Mr Johnson here to... help... you out." Kat suddenly became aware of their appearance, herself and Thomas. She could feel the breeze on her nipples, hardening them, and her hair must be a mess. Meanwhile Thomas's shirt was half-tucked. It was clear they'd dressed haphazardly, and this police officer clearly knew something was up. She had to escape. "Yes... well... Thomas is a very nice, polite young man. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back. Thank you again, Thomas." With that, she headed back into the library. Teneale watched her go for a moment. The librarian was an attractive woman, with an ass most black women would be more than proud off. Heck, Teneale's own butt was amazing, but the librarian had her beat. The cop turned back to him. "I'm Officer Shephard. We've got the thief in the station, but he was under-age, so our options are limited. We might need to take a statement from you, and if we do, I'll be in touch. If you need anything, you can contact me at the station. Now, drive safe, and next time, don't leave the keys, because next time I might not be around to save your baby." Tommy watched as she walked across the lot to a cop car that was just pulling up. Her arse jiggled in her tight pants somehow, and he watched for a moment before heading to his car. Officer Shephard was hot. * * * As Tommy drove home, relief infused every fibre of his being. To have his car stolen, and then returned, all without his knowledge, and with no apparent damage, seemed ridiculously implausible. He was planning to take a very close look all over the car to check for any potential issues, but so far everything looked fine. He parked his car, and triple-checked that he had his keys, and that he'd locked the car up. He'd have to invest in a good security system for the car. On his way back inside, his phone pinged with a message. He looked down at it. J-Star Hey T, HIH? HYDM got yr # @ wrk. U ddnt me bout flic. Had fn, text me. 'Oh shit!' Tommy thought. Tommy's Neighbourhood Ch. 07.02 So now we see whether or not I can write smaller, stand-alone episodes for Tommy. Feedback is always so important, so remember to comment or send me direct feedback, no matter how long the gap is between me posting the story and you reading it. Getting feedback often draws me into writing a bit more on one of these stories, so if you like it, make your contribution by dropping a bit of feedback. And to all those who have, my sincere thanks to you. Finally, big apology for gap between posts. I'd write more often if I could, but I can't. I wouldn't rate this one my favourite, but there are some great elements. Enjoy. * * * Dramatis Personae (Prior Chapters) Thomas (Tommy) Johnson. Age 19. Due to a condition when he was a small child, his body's development was stunted, though doctors assured that his growth would eventually catch up. He's blessed with a 6" dick that becomes 10" hard. Janine is a dirty-blond service station cashier and clothing store retail assistant. Age 19. Janine graduated from Tommy's High School last year. Her parents are quite wealthy, but due to Janine being punished, she no longer has access to that wealth aside from a place to live. She's working two jobs to have spending money before she decides what she wants to do with her life. She saved her number into Tommy's phone as J-Star, and after not hearing from Tommy, she sent him a text. Sarah is the receptionist at Sadler, Chisholm & Associates. Age 22. 44F-30-42. She works at the law firm handling Tommy's trust fund and is the owner of a 'phat, ghetto booty'. She has a very vivid imagination and derives pleasure out of living them out, without letting her partners know. Marge Sadler is one of the partners at Sadler, Chisholm & Associates and a close friend of Tommy's deceased Grandpa. She knew his Grandpa's true feelings for Tommy's Mum and how he struggled to do right by them both despite his stubbornness. * * * J-Star Hey T, HIH? HYDM got yr # @ wrk. U ddnt me bout flic. Had fn, text me. Tommy looked at the text message, interpreting it. Greeting, and he was obviously T. 'HYDM'? Got your number at work. Okay, so she checked his customer file to get his number. He should have given her his when he got hers. You didn't (text) me about the movies. Had fun, text me. With a quick google search, he discovered 'hope you don't mind'. That was more difficult than it should have been. Was he the nerd for not texting like her or was she... ditzy with her language? Regardless, it was make or break. It was time to text back. He'd dreaded this for too long. He was actually lucky she'd taken the plunge and texted him. Tommy Hi J, That was easy to imitate. Hi J, me 2. Swapping 2 for too was probably cool right? Hi J, me 2. How about this weekend? Nope, that was wrong. Hi J, me 2. How bout ths wknd? That was rough, but was probably the way to go. Should he mention the fact that he hadn't contacted her in over a week? Hi J, me 2. How bout ths wknd? Sorry, been busy. Nope, that didn't work at all. Better just not mention it. Hi J, me 2. How bout ths wknd? Basic and accomplished the task. He hit send. For about 30 seconds he stared at his phone, waiting anxiously for a reply. Finally, he just left his room to get a drink. When he got back, he had a reply. J-Star Sure. Sat @ 7 k? Pik me up? Tommy's heart beat fast inside his chest. Tommy Sounds like a plan. It's a date. Sounds good. Definitely. Yes. Great, see you then. He typed and deleted about five different responses before arriving at the right one. Gr8, c u then. He hit send, quite proud of his translation. J-Star Lookn 4wd 2 it. Tommy spent the rest of the night tied up in knots of indecision, try to decide whether or not to reply. He fell asleep, finally, not replying by default. * * * Tommy again found himself outside Sadler, Chisolm & Associates. Marge had arranged a meeting with a Financial Advisor to discuss Tommy's investment options for his trust fund. Last time he'd been here he'd left with the receptionist, Sarah, who was a little unhinged, in a good, but sometimes scary way. He was on edge, knowing he was likely about to see her again. Sarah watched the door like a hawk. She knew he was coming soon, as she'd purposely given him the wrong time. Ms Sadler and the Financial Advisor weren't expecting him for another hour. Sure enough, right on time. Tommy walked in through the glass door with a guarded expression. She'd certainly seen a lot more hostile expressions on lovers and former lovers. It all stemmed from her not explaining any fantasy before launching into it and selling it with conviction. She knew it was wrong, but just couldn't stop herself. Sarah was manning the desk. She was wearing an olive-coloured, stretchy knit top, with a modest amount of cleavage tastefully displayed, which was an impressive achievement knowing how much she had to hide. Her hair was pulled back from her face and head, but cascaded across her shoulders from the back of her head. "Tommy, thank god you're here, you have to help me, quick, come with me," she blurted, without taking a breath or allowing Tommy any kind of reply. She grabbed his hand and led him through a swinging glass door. Her knee-length black skirt was tight, with a slit between her legs allowing her to walk. Her ass was impressive, and shook side to side as she dragged him stumbling along behind her. "Wait... I... but... what..." he uttered, confused. This wasn't the way to the boardroom where he normally met with Ms Sadler. In fact, from the sea of cubicles, this must be where the staff and lawyers worked. He couldn't see any faces as Sarah quickly turned another corner and led him into a supply cupboard. She pushed him in ahead of her and he heard a click, signifying the locking of the door. "The feds are here Tommy. They're going to lock us up, the whole firm, me included," she told him in a low voice. She looked so worried, but Tommy had been fooled before. He was pretty sure this was nothing but fantasy, but what if he was wrong? "All the partners are in the boardroom being grilled and a bunch of lawyers didn't show up today. They're probably whistle-blowers." He considered his options. There was a very strong possibility that she was indulging in fantasy and making up a dire story to heighten her sexuality right now. However, the important facts were that he was in the middle of a law firm in a locked supply cupboard with a crazy woman. They could be discovered at any minute. If there really were feds here he couldn't really fathom what that would mean for him. He wasn't part of the firm, but he could be caught having sex during a federal investigation. On the balance of probability though, he had to assume there were no feds, and Sarah was just after some dangerously exhibitionistic fantasy sex. He watched as she tugged on the neckline of her stretchy top, pretty much confirming his suspicion. "Well... maybe... maybe if you... if you could show them that you're not part of the firm, maybe you could sneak out with me..." he suggested uncertainly, in a matching low voice, hoping no-one could hear them. She clasped her hands in front of her and brought her forearms together, pushing her breasts into one another and causing her cleavage to grow and inflate up her chest. "Tommy, I don't think that will be enough. Those feds are hard men," she said, emphasising the words 'hard men', as she stepped forward until her bosoms bumped into Tommy's chest. "I think that maybe I'll have to demonstrate to them how compliant I can be. I'll have to show them that I'm capable of swallowing a lot of trouble." Sarah sank to her knees slowly, dragging her tits down Tommy's stomach and rubbing them against his hardening cock inside his pants. She started unbuckling his belt, swiftly, yet not hurriedly as Tommy would hope in such a risky position as this. Despite his fear of being caught, his cock had started hardening the moment she'd grabbed his hand and dragged him away. She jostled him about as she unfastened his trousers and pulled them down around his ankles. His prick formed a large bulge in its semi-hard state. "Oh Tommy, see how much trouble I can swallow." She pulled down the waistband of his underwear and his cock sprung out to hover horizontally. It was a bit of a relief to have it unconstrained. Sarah wasted no time, opening wide and inhaling his cock to the hilt on the first thrust. "Glumph," she croaked as his arrow-head invaded her throat. She must have been salivating heavily to have her mouth and throat as wet as they were. Her tongue wrapped around the bottom of his shaft as best as it could in the tight confines of her mouth. She pulled back just a bit and her throat massaged the tip of his prick. She rolled her head and neck around, spreading the contact all over the sensitive head of his cock. "Unnnh," Tommy moaned, his neck relaxing at the pleasure of Sarah's blowjob. His cock had further hardened to the point of being rock solid. She started really blowing him now, moving back and forth, taking the length of his long, solid tool into her mouth and throat, before withdrawing and bathing the delicate helmet with her wet tongue. He looked down at her, with her shiny chestnut hair swaying to her motions and her brown eyes half-closed. He decided to contribute. "Unh, not bad, but you're going to have to do better than that to satisfy the feds," he whispered to her. He reached down and slid his hands into the neckline of her top. He could feel the satiny smooth material of her boulder-holder, encasing her enormous breasts. He could even feel the location of her straining nipples, indenting her bra and announcing their locations. He rubbed his fingertips over the indentations, tweaking her nipples through the bra. Sarah moaned, causing vibrations along his cock. Her soft, wet lips caressed the length of his cock, sliding back and forth along the rigid meat. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, rubbing up against it and curling around either side. When she sunk his cock deep inside her mouth he could feel the tightness of her throat squeezing the head of his dick. There were still a few inches of his long tool not being attended to by Sarah's sensual mouth. Her tongue was doing an amazing effort trying to attend to the neglected length of cock, slurping it on every in-stroke. There was quite a lot of saliva starting to coat his prick, and it was starting to drip in long lines, hanging from his tool and swaying back and forth as Sarah worked the length of his shaft. Tommy watched her work as he felt up her tits through her bra. There was no doubt that she was a keen cock-sucker, even in his self-perceived limited experience. She started shifting around, twisting her head and neck as she bobbed, adding a rotational action to her ministrations. "Oh, that's it, that's better. You might have a chance after all," he moaned to her softly. Taking it up a notch, he slipped his hand beneath her bra and levered her tits out through the top of her knitted top. Her tits struggle to fit through the opening, but there was a bit of give in the material. It did make slight stretching sounds as it accommodated the generous breast-flesh pouring out. Her nipples were hard and stuck out enticingly. Tommy couldn't resist rubbing his palms over them and slipping them between his fingers to give them a little squeeze. Her enormous tits were heavy, and his hands molded into them, the heavy flesh oozing between his fingers. Her wet, enthusiastic blow job was really turning him on. removing one of his hands from her tits her placed it on her head. He knew she'd enjoy it. He pushed her head down onto his shaft, all the way to the hilt, and held her there for a heartbeat or two. It felt great, but he wasn't confident to hold onto her too tightly or for too long, so let her free to slide back. Her tongue was bathing his cock and making it feel fantastic. Sarah moaned around Tommy's long cock, imagining she was sucking cock for her life. He showed some initiative and held her down on his dick, and while he didn't hold her anywhere near long enough, it was still enough to send a jolt through her and cause her pussy to spasm and drip even more fluid into her soaked panties. Tommy's cock was impressively long, though she was perfectly capable of handling it and it gave her a huge thrill feeling the bulbous head so far inside her mouth and throat. Sarah's saliva and probably a bit of his pre-cum was now dangling and stretching in lines that were making contact with the sloping tops of her jiggling, swaying tits. As she moved back and forth the long lines of drool swung back and forth as well. Suddenly Tommy heard footsteps approaching outside the closet, and his heart fought to escape his chest through his throat when he heard a cough. But the steps kept moving and faded away as he realised it was someone walking past. Sarah never even broke stride. He was in awe of how she was able to focus on her sensuous blow job without a care for getting caught. Or at least, that's how it appeared. Sarah realised that Tommy had gotten distracted, and his impending orgasm had faded. While they were relatively safe, she couldn't stay in here blowing him forever. She really needed him to cum soon. With a wicked thought, she decided to try something Tommy likely had never felt before. He looked down at her again as she moaned and seem to smile. Suddenly she found even more fervour and went completely to town on him. With rising lust, he started to grope her tits again, realising that she was probably starting to think about him cumming and getting out to safety. He felt her hands starting to caress the cheeks of his arse and at first didn't realise her goal. The feel of her enormous, soft, pliant, swaying, jiggling jugs in his hands was doing wonders for him though. He could feel his orgasm starting to approach. He wasn't prepared at all for what came next. The fingers of each of her hands slowly made their way towards each other, meeting over his ass crack. Suddenly they each took hold and peeled back. Tommy felt the cool air caress his arsehole, but only for a moment before he felt one of her fingers dart inwards. Her finger met resistance as his arse clamped down on her hand, but she held his cheeks open. He struggled not to cry out at the sudden unexpected shift, but it was more shock than actual discomfort. If it wasn't for the situation and it being a first for him, he'd probably have admitted how nice it felt. As it was, Sarah never got the chance to slide her finger inside Tommy. The shock had caused him to shove forward, forcing his tube steak to the hilt in her mouth and holding it there. His prick expanded, and the man-cream stored in his nuts suddenly raced up his prick and blossomed out the tip. His head was held at the start of her throat, so Sarah never even got to taste it. Sarah smiled to herself as she held her finger over Tommy's rosebud and relaxed her throat to accept his deposit. It wasn't quite how she planned it, but judging by the spasming cock in her mouth, it was definitely a grade-A result. Tommy grimaced as he clamped his jaw shut and struggled not to whimper as he deposited his load down Sarah's welcoming throat. Her finger on his arse was totally unexpected, and his reaction was completely instinctual. He had no doubt that Sarah had this kind of experience, but it was new to him. As his orgasm waned, Sarah shifted back to take the last spurts on her tongue, and suck out any remaining jizz in his tool. Tommy panted, and waited for her to finish as his dick started to get over-sensitive. Finishing, Sarah licked her lips and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm. "Well, do you think the feds will be satisfied by that?" she asked him quietly. Remembering the game, he replied, "Definitely. You don't have anything to worry about." He watched her straighten her outfit and noticed how the neckline looked a bit loose compared to earlier. But that wasn't even the main issue. Her drool had seeped into her top and it was clearly visible. He straightened his own clothes and got ready to leave. "You go first," she told him. He had to tell her, "Um, you have drool on you Sarah." She looked down and grinned. "I know, don't worry about it, I got this. Now go straight back the way you came, look like you belong and don't stop for anyone." Tommy stepped out and headed for the entrance, his heart thudding in his chest. Halfway across the room he heard the closet door close and his heart froze. He managed to keep walking. Reaching the door to the reception area he risked a look back and saw Sarah standing by a water cooler with a cup of water in her hand. As he watched, she took a quick look around and dumped the content into her cleavage and over her tits. "Shit," she barked, "I'm so clumsy." A few people looked up from their desks, and seeing the ditzy, slightly nuts receptionist with water all over her was clearly not all that unusual. Tommy did notice that a lot of the male eyes lingered a little longer, enjoying the sight of the bodaciously-busted bimbo with a wet top. Unfortunately, nothing she wore was really see-through, so the show wasn't as good as they hoped. Tommy continued on, out the door, and finally started to relax once he was out of the office. As was becoming usual after meeting with Sarah, he felt satisfied, yet his nerves were frayed. Being in a relationship with that woman would probably kill him.