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...
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Dramatis Personae (Prior Chapters),/B>
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 feels guilty for having checked out his Mum once or twice.
Pam Johnson, Tommy's Aunt and Amy's sister. Age 26. Her blonde hair hangs halfway down her back with light blue piercing eyes. She possesses high cheekbones, thin lips that are very rarely seen without a mischievous smirk, and a thin nose which makes her whole face very slender. She is much more liberal than her sister.
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. 52F-28-38. 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, the receptionist at Sadler, Chisholm & Associates, the law firm handling Tommy's trust fund and owner of a 'phat, ghetto booty'. Age 22. Tommy noticed that she was very giggly, and something about her seemed a little unhinged.
Marge Sadler, one of the partners at Sadler, Chisholm & Associates and a close friend of Tommy's deceased Grandpa.
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Tommy looked at the clock again. This was terrible, he'd only been late once before, and that was because Ms Stern, the principal, pulled him out of class and made him late, although the introduction to her heavily busty charms had been extremely worth it.
Part of him knew it was cool to be late, but mostly, he knew he wasn't cool, and he didn't want to be late. If he was late, he'd stand out as he walked into class late and everyone would look at him.
At least his homework was all done.
*MMMFGHMMM*
He looked out the window noting that there were no students left outside at all.
Again, he looked at the clock. It was going on ten minutes late. What excuse could he possibly use?
He didn't particularly like chemistry, and he found it took a lot more effort to get above average grades, so missing part of the class would likely leave him with the task of catching up.
*MMH, MMH, MMH*
The scarf sort of worked, though she was still pretty loud, and he fervently hoped no-one walking past could overhear. He'd been triply sure to lock the door at the start of lunch, so they were safe from anyone wandering in.
Tommy huffed and drove himself harder into Miss Bush.
She was bent over her desk, with a few papers and pens and things scattered around. Her skirt was flipped up over her back, with her panties having been discarded along with Tommy's pants and underwear. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and her front-clasping bra undone and thrown open wide. Her small, hardened nipples dragged across the top of her desk as her tits shook back and forth to the rhythm of Tommy's strokes. She pushed back against Tommy, helping him pound into her. Tommy alternated between taking a firm hold of her hips and sliding his hands around, caressing all over her hips.
He thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his rigid rod back and forth within her snug pussy. His pounding caused her to tire, and lower her chest to the desk, forcing her breasts to bulge out to her sides. Eventually, she went limp, her legs hung loose and floundered with her movements. Her spectacles clung, desperately to the end of her nose, threatening to fall off each time Tommy bottomed out.
But the most important thing, to both of them, was that Tommy's long, ten-inch, hard, solid slab of pussy-pleasing meat, was sliding ferociously in and out of his teacher, Brenda Bush's, desperate, clinging, sucking, slurping cock-sheath.
Tommy had her class that morning, and as he left, she'd dropped a piece of crushed paper and told him he'd dropped something. It told him to meet her in her office at the beginning of lunch. For the last hour they'd been fooling around in her office. She'd blown Tommy, he'd played with her tits, eaten her out, and now they were both furiously working towards their finale, but Tommy felt they were running low on time. When she'd started moaning louder and louder, he'd gotten worried and grabbed her scarf, trying to muffle her. She hadn't resisted and had even helped him push the scarf into her mouth.
Tommy bent over her back, cupping her buns and rubbing his body against hers. He reached forward, taking the tops of her big tits into his hands and using them to pull her back against him. He struggled to contain his own cries of pleasure, and somehow succeeded.
It was no good though, they needed to finish this now, but neither of them were quite there yet, they needed a push.
Tommy looked at her cute little rosebud arsehole. He'd never been too fascinated with it before, but he figured this might be just what they needed. He let go of her right breast and put his finger in his mouth to suck on it.
He stared, transfixed, with pumping hips, as his finger neared her little rosebud.
The moment he touched it, Brenda went rigid, cumming and screaming into her scarf. Her pussy fluttered, milking Tommy's rocket, and causing it to launch a semen assault against the depths of her love-tunnel. He again took hold of her hips, forcefully shoving himself against her, and his cock deep inside her. His eyes rolled back at the pleasure, as his cock lurched, firing blast after blast of potent seed.
They both lay still.
Suddenly Tommy remembered he was late. He unceremoniously pulled out of Brenda, causing her moan of protest to be heard through her scarf. Quickly, he pulled up his pants, before realising he'd forgotten his underwear. No time. He shoved his underwear into his bag and readied to leave.
"Sorry Miss Bush, I'm late, I have to go. You really are the most beautiful, awesome, sexy person I've ever met," he complimented as apology for running out.
Tommy fled down the hallway to class.
Having sex in her office was so extremely risky, Brenda thought to herself, but it made sex so hot. This was the first time she had managed to catch Tommy since the time she'd been confronted by Ms Stern. It had been a huge risk to slip Tommy a note the way she did, but she'd been careful to word it in a way that wouldn't be suspicious, and she hadn't even signed it. She'd known Tommy would work it out though, he was pretty sharp. She did her best to clean herself up, though Tommy had pumped a lot of his seed inside her, and it would take a while to drain out. She picked up her skirt to get dressed to use the restroom. She looked for her panties, they weren't on the floor, and they weren't wrapped up in her skirt. She searched the floor and they weren't there either. Her heart rate climbed. She'd lost her panties. Not for the first time, but it had cost her a job once before. She panted anxiously as she thought through possible scenarios. Tommy wouldn't do to her what Chris had done though, would he? Chris had turned out to be a spoiled snot who'd just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Tommy was genuine, and honest, with integrity; he wouldn't try to have her fired. There was, of course, Ms Stern's involvement to consider. Still, she had to see Tommy again, and quickly at that.
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Tommy scribbled furiously, taking notes, trying to get his head around the new chemistry formula, when there was a knock at the door. Mr Gregson went over to open it though Tommy paid it no mind until he heard her voice and looked up, shocked.
"Sorry to bother you Mr Gregson, and sorry for keeping Tommy and making him late, I'm not sure what he told you he was doing to make him late, but he was with me. He rushed off so quickly I didn't have time to give him a late pass," Miss Bush explained to her colleague.
She looked over at him with an anxious expression, probably worried that she'd made him late and gotten him into trouble.
"I see. Tommy hadn't really given an excuse and I was going to give him detention for it, but since he was with you, fair enough."
"Again, sorry for making him late, I'll let you get back to it," with that, she left.
Mr Gregson closed the door and looked over at Tommy, "Saved by Miss Bush it seems Mr Johnson. Let's not make a habit of tardiness though, shall we?"
"No Mr Gregson," Tommy answered, relieved, and got back to work.
He hadn't looked at her unusually in any way, Brenda thought. There was no malice, no smugness, and no humour in his expression. In fact, he'd looked relieved that she'd saved him from Mr Gregson. There was very little doubt in her mind now, that Tommy could be trusted. She'd have to ask him about her panties the next time she saw him though.
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When Tommy got home he unpacked his bag, remembering his underwear was in his bag. It was strange, going commando, at first all he could think about was the breeze and the 'free' feeling, until he started thinking of other stuff, and then just forgot all about it. At least until he was hit by a draught of wind or something. It was also a bit harder to hide his erections, but Tommy always had to go out of his way to do that anyway.
As he pulled them out of his bag, something dropped to the floor. Suddenly the scent of Miss Bush had him remembering his passionate lunch time tryst with her. It was almost as if he could smell her perfume again. He looked down and noticed a crumpled piece of fabric on the floor.
Oh god, it was her panties. He remembered them well, white, with a T-string back. His room was quickly filling with the aroma of both her perfume and her natural scent. Or was that all in his head? Panicking, Tommy went to his dresser and stuffed them down in the bottom of the bottom drawer, where he kept a collection of clothes that he'd either outgrown or didn't like wearing.
