TOMMY TAKES CHARGE AT SCHOOL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 3 ]

The two women silently got dressed. Mom made Tommy's lunch and smiled at him, brushed his hair and sent him out to meet the school bus. "Have a nice day at school Tommy! Don't forget your sister is coming home for the weekend!"

Tommy paused, and smiled "OK, Mom. I love you!"

Mom smiled back. "I love you, too, Tommy.”

Tommy got on the bus, and smiled as his mother waved good by to him in her robe. As the bus pulled out he quickly found his friend Paul and sat next to him.

"Guess what!” Tommy smiled.

"What?"

"Remember Lisa?"

"Your sitter?

"Yeah?” Paul replied brushing his short brown hair out of his eyes

"Yeah, well I got in her pants!"

"NO WAY!" Paul grinned. "You make her bark like a dog?"

Tommy wasn't familiar with the expression but it sounded interesting. "No, stupid."

"She got great nipples or what?"

Tommy smiled, "She's got more than that. I fucked her.”

Paul laughed. "Right! In your dreams!"

"No, really!"

Paul laughed loudly; Tommy could barely hear his own voice. Paul could sure be obnoxious.

"No Listen to...Paul...Paul, STOP!" Paul stopped and regarded him. Angrily Tommy glared at him. "If you don't want to believe me, just go jack off!"

Tommy turned to stare out the window. The ride was bumpy, but he smiled at the next stop when Melody got on. Melody was the on the school gymnastics team. She was a looker, clothed in tight jeans and a pink leotard, brown hair swaying down to her ass; she was also as stuck up as they came. Many were the afternoons Tommy had watched her workout on the uneven parallel bars, imagining what lay beneath the narrow pink crotch of her body suit.

Tommy waved at her, and she just rolled her eyes. Tommy wondered about that. Why hadn't she stared into his eyes dumbstruck? Was it the distance? Something about the way she looked at him? She was carrying an armload of books. Tommy was about to lean over and whisper to Paul about her ass when the girl behind them started to scream. Tommy turned, startled.

Paul had his prick out in his hand and was pumping away. "Damn! Paul, STOP!"

Paul stopped, looking confused with his hand around his cock. The bus driver arrived before Tommy could say anything else. "That is enough, young man!" the elder man yelled, reaching over Tommy to grab Paul's arm.

"No, wait!" Tommy yelled back, desperately trying to catch the driver's eyes; the commotion on the bus was too much, he couldn't even be heard.

Paul was dragged by the arm to the front of the bus, big tears in his eyes and mumbling, "What's wrong?"

At the school the bus driver disappeared into the school with Paul. Tommy felt miserable. He remembered telling Paul to jack off. He must have been looking into his eyes when he said it. He would have to learn to watch that.

He did not see Paul in his first class and on the way to the second he saw Paul's mom and dad outside the principal's office. He was about to talk to them when they walked into the office.

Tommy got an F on his spelling test in the next class, and a note to take home to Mom. He'd be grounded for a week. Paul finally showed up in their 3rd class, History.

"What happened?” Tommy asked.

"I got grounded, and I have to see the school shrink. I don't know what the big deal was.”

Tommy thought about trying to undo what he had done. As he thought about it he realized that if he kept doing things hit and miss he was going to get found out. Besides, Paul wasn't in that much trouble and maybe he could make it up to him in the future.

After class Tommy went up to his teacher, Mr. Alden, to try something. "Mr. Alden?” Tommy asked.

The big man looked up with a slight smile. "Yes, Tommy?"

Tommy looked right into the man's face and waited for his expression to go blank. Mr. Alden sat back a moment and regarded Tommy. Frowning, he leaned forward and was about to speak again. Tommy saw the man raise his eyes to his pupil's and the instant he looked into Tommy's eyes his face went slack.

That must be it, Tommy thought. It seemed natural to look at someone without looking them in the eye, for casual conversation. If Tommy made it obvious he wanted to look into the other person's eye, or if the conversation centered on him, people would make eye contact. That's when he could make them react.

Tommy looked away, breaking eye contact. "I just wanted to know when the next assignment is due."

"Not until Wednesday, Tommy.” Mr. Alden replied happily as if nothing had happened.

At lunch Tommy sat with Paul. "You gonna be in a lot of trouble?"

"No," Paul replied, "they just talked to me about sex and stuff. You know how parents and teachers don't want to talk about it.”

Tommy nodded.

"Yeah. My mom's cool about it, though."

Melody walked by and Tommy got up, planning to get her attention. Instead he ran into her older brother, David. "Hey, dickhead. Watch where you're going and keep your stinking eyes off my sister!" David slugged Tommy hard in the stomach. "Or you might have an ACCIDENT or something."

Furious, Tommy looked up with an effort, searching for David's eyes. As the older boy's eyes glazed, Tommy fought to regain the wind that had been driven from his body. "Speaking of accidents, David, you feel the need to piss right now."

Without another word David's pants began to wet and urine ran onto the floor. "What the...?” David exclaimed, looking down at his mess. Glancing over Tommy's shoulder, he paled and turned to run to the bathroom. Tommy turned to see the cafeteria turning to stare; no one was close enough to have heard the conversation, but children are drawn to a fight as sharks to blood in the water. They did not yet understand why David had run from the smaller Tommy. Tommy quickly departed. In the hall he saw David crying in the arms of one of the female teachers. Tommy smiled and left.

The afternoon passed slowly. After the last bell rang, Tommy snuck into the gym to find his hiding place. High in the bleachers he could watch Melody work out without being seen. Melody was just younger than Tommy, her chest only bumps compared to Mom and Lisa, but he watched. She practiced the splits, holding her leg beside her head, and Tommy watched that small pink strip. Gone were the jeans, and the body suit hugged her form. Her feet and legs were bare.

Watching her, Tommy thought about what awaited him at home. He would have to stop giving the two girls ideas as they came along. He wanted to have them use their minds, not just sit like dolls...well, SOMETIMES sit like dolls. But how to make them WANT to do the things he wanted and yet still look normal to everyone else.

What happened to Paul was proof that if he ever got caught he'd be in big trouble. And how could he get Melody? She would be his trophy, his display piece.

Mom had said women are not animals. Hmmmm... animals... Tommy began to think. Tommy got back on the bus. He had his plan. If it worked, he'd be able to control his mom and his sitter in a way so that they would be their sweet charming selves, but still delight his every fantasy. When he got home it would be at least a few hours before his sister, Holly, got home.

Tommy ran from the bus stop and burst in "Mom!? Lisa?!" He stopped short, unprepared for the sight that greeted him. There in the front room were both women, totally naked with not a hint of hair around their exposed genitals. The sight of the smooth fleshy pink lips locked Tommy's gaze. Both groins were a deep red where the hair had been removed by the roots. Mom was on her back, and Lisa was on top of her, eagerly licking at mom's pussy.

Beside them were not only Lisa's VCR but a tripod, video camera, and a stack of tapes. About half of the tapes were blank, the other half with naked women and men on their covers. There was also a pile of magazines and strange items that Tommy failed to recognize. "Lisa!”What are you doing!?"

Lisa looked up, a tired expression on her face. "Getting your mom off...doing anything she wants."

Tommy stared at the two sweaty women as his mother smiled at him. "How was school, Tommy?"

That first night Tommy had told Lisa to get mom off any way she could. Tommy sat down, his heart racing. "Mom, Lisa, look at me."

Both women sat up, smiling. In a moment the smiles faded and Tommy moved closer, staring at them. It seemed the longer they stared, the deeper the trance. "Listen carefully to me." They both nodded slowly, Mom still panting. Tommy considered a moment. "Mom, what would the neighbors say if they saw us fuck?"

She responded in a monotone, "They would call the police."

"And what would the police do?"

"They would take me away and lock me up."

"Would you want that?"

Mom shook her head slowly no.

Both women's eyes were locked with his. "Lisa," he grinned, "what would happen to you?"

"They would lock me up.”

"Yes," Tommy responded, "you would lose everything."

Lisa nodded slowly.

"Do you want that?"

Both women shook their heads no.

"Good. We might get found out; you don't want that so you won't do anything which might risk our relationship, right?" Both women nodded. Tommy moved closer, pulling up a chair. "Kneel!" Both women knelt. "Spread your knees really wide." Both women spread their knees, giving Tommy an excellent view of their puffy warm lips. "Put your hands on your knees, palms up. You're very, VERY comfortable in that position. In fact, you could stay like that for hours without tiring. All the furniture feels picky and itchy, even the bed and only I can make it stop itching." Again both women nodded. "Lisa, Mom, you both know Blackie, our pony, don't you?"

"Yes," they answered, dreamily.

"Why did we get Blackie?"

"To stud," Mom replied.

"Tell me, does a mare have a pussy?"

Two nods.

"Do mares have tits?"

Two more nods.

"And do mares have mouths, eyes, and breathe air?"

Two nods.

Tommy took a deep breath, crossing his fingers that this would work, getting closer and staring right into their eyes. "And you both of you have all that?"

"Yes."

"What is a brood mare for?"

The girls droned as one, "To fuck the stud."

"And what are women for?" There was a long silence. "Women are JUST like brood mares." The two women still struggled. Tommy reached out and caressed one nipple on each naked breast, watching the women gasp at his touch. "They are...to...fuck the stud." Tommy smiled. "I am the stud."

The two girls nodded.

"Your job is to arouse me, to do things I will like so I will take interest in you. When I am not near you, you will keep getting hornier and hornier but you won't do anything without me."

The girls nodded. Tommy decided that was enough for now. He had heard that repeated suggestions made them stronger, but he broke contact. The two women smiled. "How was school, Tommy?

Tommy smiled and gently caressed mom's tits. "Mom, I can see your naked pussy."

She smiled, "It's not my pussy, dear. It's yours."

He felt Lisa working his shirt off him, gently kissing his ear. "What have we here?"

Mom began to remove his shoes as he picked up a magazine. On the front cover it had a woman, a white rope tying her arms behind her back and a bar held her legs spread. Her tits were wrapped around and around with rope till they were dark swollen globes.

"What is this?"

Lisa leaned over, a smile on her face. "It's bondage. Do you like it?"

The next page showed a man holding the lips of the woman's pussy open showing the passage his mother had showed him this morning. "It's interesting. Why did you select this?"

Lisa smiled and leaned close. "I thought we might, you know…” she blushed. “Tommy, I have a surprise for you.”

Tommy smiled at the pretty girl. He liked surprises. “What?” he asked, excitedly, feeling like a little boy talking to the older girl. Then he caught himself. He was in charge and didn’t want to act the little boy anymore. “Show me what it is,” he said, deepening his voice without even thinking about it.

“I told her she shouldn’t” said his mom.

“Shut up,” said Lisa. “He’s going to like it.” She walked down the hall, beckoning Tommy with a finger over her shoulder. Tommy followed.

As they came into his mom’s room, Lisa stepped aside. “Ta da,” she exclaimed.

Tommy saw a young girl, younger than himself, tied spread eagle to the bed and gagged with a red ball in her mouth. “What’s this?” said Tommy.

“I told you,” said Lisa. “It’s bondage.”

“But… what’s she doing here?”

“Oh, she came by selling cookies,” said Lisa. Tommy could see the discarded Girl Scout uniform on the floor. “I tied her up because I thought you might want to play with someone closer to your age. I mean, I know she’s only 10, but she’s cute.”

It was pretty exciting to watch her squirm on the bed. She obviously didn’t like having a boy stare at her. But, there also wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Tommy walked to the foot of the bed where he could look up the length of the girl’s body. Her wide eyes showed the fear and helplessness that she felt. He looked back at Lisa, comparing the bodies. “No tits yet,” he said. “Same pussy… now that you don’t have hair.”

“Tighter,” said Lisa. “She’s a virgin.”

Tommy knew what a virgin was, but he didn’t know why it was worth mentioning. “So?”

“If she’s never had a prick in her pussy, then it’s tight. If it’s tight, then it feels better on a cock. Give her a try.”

“Hummmp, ummm,” squealed the girl into her gag, arguing with Lisa’s casual offering. The teen girl was demented, in the 10-year-old’s eyes. Lisa didn’t have the right to offer her body up like that. She was going to tell her parents and then they’d all be in trouble. There were other assorted grunts into the gag as the girl tried to make her case, but the guttural sounds, the helpless squirming, and the enticing look of that very bald cunt was better argument for her pending rape than against it.

Tommy removed his clothes, freeing his hard cock to the surprised girl’s eyes. “Want to sell me some cookies, little girl?” teased Tommy as he crawled up onto the bed and loomed over her. “I’ll trade you some cookies for a yummy Popsicle.” He stared into her eyes and watched her face go slack.

As Tommy removed the gag, the girl said nothing. She was lost in the deep red pools. “You will do everything I say,” said Tommy. “Answer me. What is your name?”

“Penny.”

“What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Orange,” said Penny.

“Open your pretty little mouth just as wide as you can,” said Tommy. “Now, between my legs I have an orange Popsicle. It’s the best orange Popsicle in the entire world. When it goes in your mouth, you will want it all at once. You will not gag. You want to get the tasty orange liquid center of this Popsicle. Suck on it. No teeth. Just suck. I’ll let you know when the tasty orange center is on its way.”

The little girl opened her mouth and took Tommy’s cock all the way down her throat, amidst satisfied rumblings even deeper in her throat. Tommy turned to look at Lisa. “Not bad, Lisa. As a reward, you may go ride mom’s face again.”

He gave his attention back to the tied Penny as she devoured the Popsicle. She wanted it all. To her frustration, Tommy kept pulling it out. She would lift her young head up off the pillow, chasing the luscious treat to keep it in her mouth as long as possible and then it was gone. She lay with her mouth open as Tommy drove the tasty spear back down her throat. “Mmmmm,” she said again and again until the he delivered the tasty center that he had promised.

Sated, Tommy took a moment to admire the young girl’s body. Penny was slim with nipples so pale that they nearly blended into her skin. It was a different look from the prominent nipples on Lisa and his mom. He wondered what would Melody’s nipples look like? What would his sister’s nipples look like?

His eyes wandered down to that smooth, bald pussy. He liked the look of that. He’s made Lisa and his mom rip their pussy hair out and now he was glad that he had. It looked more… available when it was prominently displayed like it was now.

“Don’t look at that,” said Penny.

Tommy cast a quick glance at her, watching her face go slack and then quickly looked away again. He wanted her to be free on his control. This was a different kind of fun than he’d been enjoying lately. The girl was completely under his control physically, but her mind was still free. It made her squirm so deliciously and her protests excited him. “Why not?” he asked.

“It’s naughty to look there. Please untie me. I have to sell more cookies. I have to go home. I’m going to tell.”

“I think your pussy looks sexy.”

“Don’t, please,” she pleaded.

He rested his hand on her tummy. “Should I go up or down?” he asked.

“Don’t. You’re gonna be in trouble.”

He leaned over her and looked in her eyes. “Up or down. Those are your only choices.”

“Up,” she said softly.

He ran his hand up to run across those soft, sensitive nipples. They may have been nearly invisible against her skin, but they rose up just like any other nipple, hardening under his touch. He took a second to look in her eyes again. “Now you want me to go down,” he said.

“Uh huh,” said Penny. “You can go down now.” His hand ran down to her soft pussy. He slid a finger between the full lips and inside her. “Don’t,” said Penny again.

But with her tied, Tommy didn’t need to listen to her pleas or make her enjoy what he had in mind. His cock was hard again as he knelt between her legs and slid his cock where his finger has just been. “No, please,” whined Penny. Tommy ignored her and drove his cock deep inside her.

“Aaahhhh,” wailed Penny. “It hurts, take it out, take it out.”

Tommy’s response was to take it out and put it back, take it out and put it back, over and over. Damn, she was tight, just like Lisa had said. His hands went to her small nipples, feeling her up as he fucked her. He didn’t care that she cried for the whole time. In fact, it seemed even more exciting that she wasn’t enjoying herself as much as he was. He came hard, surprised at the intensity of his orgasm.

Finished, he untied the girl. “You can get dressed now,” he told her. “But leave me your panties. When you go, you can’t tell anyone what happened here. You can never tell anyone what happened.”

“No,” said Penny. “I can’t tell anyone.”