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 No, Michael!

   by Chemical Ollie
------ Synopsis: Teenager preys on the most vulnerable around him.
Codes: mf mF teen non-con Mdom

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   Chapter 1

   I'm a sexual predator.  That's not an official finding from a court of
law but it will be if I'm ever caught and prosecuted.  Of course, I try to
be as careful as I can but I certainly fit the profile.

   Ever since I figured out that girls were different from boys I've been
taking advantage of pretty little girls.  I always pick the most vulnerable
among them.  I have a talent for it.  These are the girls who are too
embarrassed and humiliated to tell their parents or teachers that I've
forced off their panties and diddled their bare little snatches.  Pretty
good for a 14-year-old, huh?  Now that I'm a teenager I've stopped diddling
them and graduated to fucking them among other things.  Also, my victims
tend to be other teenagers and even adults, as you'll find out if you're
not already totally disgusted with me.  For those that aren't I'll continue
on with my story.

   By the way, my name is Michael.  I'm a little below average in height
and weight but I've been called good-looking so I guess I could be
successful in a relationship with a girlfriend if I wanted to put up with
that kind of shit.  It's just that I get such a thrill out of taking what I
want, why should I bother?  I don't come across as a drooling maniac in
public and I can be charming and polite when the situation calls for it. 
That's often useful to get past my victim's initial defenses.  I'm not
claiming I've been successful 100% of the time.  Sometimes I've misread a
potential victim and I've had to back off a bit or even retreat completely
in order to stay out of trouble.  On the other hand, some bitches will put
up with anything I do to them and love me for it.  That's about as close to
a girlfriend that I get.

   I'll tell you a little about my latest adventures.  I'm a freshman in
high school right now.  The school has well over 3,000 students and I keep
a low profile so I don't attract any attention.  That gives me an
opportunity to survey all the coeds for potential victims.  I spotted this
one bitch whom I hadn't seen before.  She was about 5' 6" tall and a little
overweight but with a nice set of tits.  She was fairly pretty but that
wasn't her main attraction.  It was that she had the word 'victim' written
all over her.  There's no way I can explain how I can spot them.  It's just
innate with me like some con men that can recognize the marks waiting to be
fleeced just by looking at their faces.

   I found out the bitch's name was Martha.  She was new to the school and
a 16-year-old junior.  The fact that she was new pretty much ruled out a
local boyfriend who tends to keep an eye on his girlfriend.  I can defend
myself pretty well with my fists but it's not worth the hassle.  Also, new
people tend to respond favorably to friendly gestures.  Martha welcomed my
friendly hello and an offer to show her around.  I found out she really
didn't live that far from the school, didn't have a car and was planning on
walking home from school.  That suited me fine because I was too young to
drive and she wouldn't be suspicious of my joining her on her walk home.  I
definitely did not offer to walk her home since that would have raised red
flags.

   When I spotted her walking off campus I just naturally joined her and
asked if I could walk with her.  She smiled and said yes.  We had a nice
conversation about the classes each of us were taking and which instructors
I thought she should avoid.  Like I said, Martha didn't live that far away.
I knew the development she lived in.  In fact, I lived in the same one. 
The housing development had five models and I knew them backwards and
forwards.  When she pointed out her house it turned out to be a mirror
image of the one I lived in.  I knew there was a half bathroom (commode and
basin) just off the main entry way.

   "May I use your bathroom, Martha?" I said real nicely.  Actually, I
didn't have to lie about needing to piss.  I already found out there was no
one else at home.

   "Sure," she said just as nicely.  "Just on your right," she added as the
front door swung open.

   "Thanks," I said and went in.  This is where I began to train the bitch.
I purposely left open the bathroom door, zipped down my fly, hauled out my
prick and began to piss like a racehorse.  No, I'm not built like a horse
but it has its shock value anyway.  I just had to turn my head slightly to
see Martha's face with her mouth agape.  I smiled and winked at her.  Maybe
it was the first prick she ever saw.  She lived with her parents and
younger brother and sister.  The younger siblings both attended my old
junior high school.  It was fun to see her blush all the way down to the
neckline of her top.

   "That's a relief," I said as I flushed the toilet.  "Thanks."

   Martha didn't say anything and averted her eyes, clearly embarrassed. 
Or maybe since I didn't have my prick out any more, she wasn't interested
in continuing to look at me.  She looked toward the front door as if she
expected me to start walking out that way but I was already looking toward
the bedrooms.  There were a lot of boxes lining the hall way.  They still
had plenty of unpacking to do.

   "Which one is your bedroom?" I asked feigning idle curiosity.

   "Second door on the right," she answered like a dope.  I mean, talk
about naïve!

   "Let's go see," I said and started up the stairs.

   "What?  No!  Michael, you're going to have to leave.  I'm not allowed to
have visitors without permission." She saw I was halfway up the stairs and
not stopping so she started following me.  That's exactly what I wanted.  I
slipped through the bedroom door and waited for her.  The bitch didn't
disappoint me.  When Martha hurried through the door I grabbed her around
the waist and held her to my body.  "Let go of me, Michael, please.  I want
you to leave." She squirmed a little but I had her trapped.

   "Give me a kiss," I said in a demanding tone.  She colored up again and
looked like I was speaking a foreign language.  Finally deciding a kiss
would be harmless she lifted her head and presented her lips to mine. 
Naturally, I didn't let her get away with just one kiss and soon enough she
was opening her mouth to allow my tongue to play with hers.  My hands
weren't idle either but she seemed to tolerate me groping her fat ass
pretty well.  It was when my hand snuck under her top and unhooked her bra
that she got kind of nervous again.

   "No, Michael," she protested.  She tried to push me away from her but I
still had a pretty good hold on her.

   "Show me your tits," I ordered.  Again, the bitch took on the shocked
look.

   "I'm not going to show you anything.  Now get out of here and leave me
alone." I could tell a little panic was setting in.  That was good for me.
If I could keep the pressure on I could extract more concessions.  If I did
it right panic would soon turn to reluctant cooperation and then obedience.
It wouldn't be too long before I had another fuck toy to play with.

   "I'm not going anywhere until you show me your tits.  Haven't you ever
had a boyfriend?  Didn't you ever show him your tits?"

   "You're not my boyfriend and he was a complete gentleman compared to
you. Look, all you're doing is getting yourself into deep trouble.  My
mother is due home soon and if you're still here I'm going to start
screaming."

   "Why don't you start screaming now?  The neighbors might hear and come
rescue you." That stopped her short.  There was no way she wanted to be
caught in a compromising position even if it meant "rescue." I yanked her
top above her bra and pulled the cups away from her tits.  The additional
loss of modesty caused her to struggle again but I think it was to show me
she wasn't as easy as I was making her out.  The fight was going out of
her. When I told her to raise her arms the bitch barely hesitated before
obeying me.

   I tossed her top into a corner and her bra soon followed.  I took off my
own t-shirt and crushed her warm cushiony tits against my chest.  I love
that feeling.  Her nipples were stiff and firm.  We kissed some more and I
began to wonder how much time I had left before I had to leave.  I wanted
to be gone before her mom showed up and before any other family member for
that matter.  I zipped down my fly and let out my now stiff prick.  I
grabbed her wrist and brushed her hand against my prick.  We played a small
tug of war with her hand before she finally wrapped it around my pride and
joy and started gently stroking me but now she didn't utter one word of
protest.

   I had one more step to take the bitch and I had to decide whether I
wanted to fuck her or just have her give me a blow job.  Blow jobs are
quicker and a lot less messy and I was still worried about the time.  I
would fuck her another time.  She knew who the boss was now and short of
moving away she would always be under my thumb or at least until I got
tired of her.

   The bedroom was fairly small and all I had to do was to back up a couple
of steps before I was at the edge of her bed.  As soon as I sat down I put
my hands on her shoulders and put a slight downward pressure on them. 
Martha wasn't so dense that she wasn't aware of what I intended.

   "Please don't make me do that," she begged as I guided her down to her
knees.  Naturally, I ignored her and when my prick head brushed against her
lips she opened her mouth like a pro.  There were tears in her eyes and a
look of utter submission on her face as I fucked her mouth.  I was in
heaven.  Then there was a short knock on the door opened.

   "Martha, Mom is...  what the hell is going on and who the fuck are you?"
a boy about my size and build demanded.

   Shit!  I almost had a heart attack right there.  I may be crazy but I'm
not suicidal.  I had a couple of choices; make a run for it or bullshit my
way out.  The boy looked pretty angry and I'd probably have to rough him up
to get past him.  That meant hell to pay later.  I'm usually more cautious
than this but I was on a good pace for seducing the bitch and I guess I got
carried away.  I decided to try and brazen it out.  Martha was out of
action.  She was curled up in a fetal position sobbing her heart out.  "I'm
Michael," I said with a calmness I didn't feel.  "Who are you?"

   "I'm Eric," said the boy.  "My parents are going to shit when they find
out about this."

   "Not if you don't tell them," I said.  "Martha and I certainly aren't
going to tell."

   "Why shouldn't I tell?" Eric demanded.  "I don't owe you anything.  I
don't owe her anything either for that matter." Uh oh I thought.  Sounded
like typical sibling relations to me.

   "Have you ever gotten laid?" I said casually.  I stood up slowly and put
my prick back in my pants.  Serious negotiations should never take place
with one's pecker hanging out.  It makes you look weak.  Eric colored up. I
didn't need to be a genius to know the answer.  "I can get you laid with a
girl from Jefferson Middle, one of your classmates, by this weekend
guaranteed.  No fatsos or uglies.  How about it?"

   "How do I know you'll come through?" Well, I had his interest anyway.

   "If I don't come through you spill your guts to your folks.  It's as
simple as that.  The only thing I ask is that you pretend this never
happened and then you lose your cherry within the next few days."

   "I dunno," he said.  "I'll have to think about it." Now he was playing
coy, possibly hoping for more.  I wasn't going to have any of it.

   "I'm not going to stick around while you think about it.  Go ahead and
tell your parents.  I don't give a shit about your sister but if you get me
in trouble I'll make sure the entire student body knows she's a slut.  I'll
let everyone know at your school also.  Martha will be known as a slut and
you'll be seen as a laughing stock as well as a slut's brother.  Is that
what you want?" Martha was finally paying attention to the negotiations and
looked with wonder at me and her brother.  She had both arms across her
tits trying not to give us a show.

   He finally knew I had him and he was going to take what he could get. 
"Fine," Eric said.  "I'll give you 24 hours to get something set up.  Now,
get the fuck out of here.  If I ever catch you around here again I'll pound
you into the ground."

   "You misunderstand," I said.  "I still want Martha.  We should be seeing
a lot of each other."

   "What!" exclaimed Martha.  "You're crazy.  I never want to see you again
as long as I live."

   "That wasn't part of the deal," Eric protested.

   "You want more?" I said.  "Sure, why not?" I added.  "I'll get one of
the girls to be your regular fuck toy but only as long as Martha is my fuck
toy." Since I was working so hard now to stay out of trouble I wasn't going
to let the bitch get away if I could help it.

   Eric gave his sister a disgusted look and said, "It's a deal."

   "You guys are both crazy," she shrieked.  "I'm not going along with
this."

   "Fine, Miss Goody Two-shoes," said Eric, "but I'm not doing a thing to
stop him.  When I came in here you were gobbling his prick like there was
no tomorrow.  I didn't see you being forced into anything." I nodded to
Eric in admiration.  Maybe we could work together.  He said to me, "My mom
and little sister have gone to the grocery store.  You have about 30
minutes."

   "Eric!" she cried, outraged at being sold out by her brother but he just
ignored the bitch and walked out the door.  Martha started crying again and
I let her be for a while.

   "Stand up," I said after a few moments and took her by the hand to help
her up.  Martha didn't resist and when I had her standing I just held her
in my arms and let her cry some more.  Ironically, I was now a source of
comfort after the way her brother treated her.  A minute later I was ready
to start again only this time I knew approximately how much time I had.  I
decided to fuck her.  The waistband of her jeans was an elastic material
and she didn't wear them that tight so when I yanked them down to her knees
she barely had time to protest.  Her panties caught on the jeans and were
dragged down with them.

   "No!" she squeaked in terror but I already had my hand up between her
legs and I was fingering her snatch.  Despite her fright Martha was
lubricating pretty well.  "Please, don't," she begged.  "Let me use my
mouth.  It's not safe," she added.  I guess the bitch had pretty well
divined my intentions.  I ignored her again and when my finger started
massaging her clit the protests turned to whimpers.  I pushed her back onto
the bed and finished tugging off her jeans and panties.  I expected another
round of struggling when I pushed her legs back and mounted her but she
just continued to whimper.  "Please don't get me pregnant," Martha begged
once more as my prick's head lodged itself just inside her cunt.

   "I won't," I said, more to calm her than making an actual promise. 
After all, I wasn't using protection and I guessed the bitch wasn't either.
Well, I hadn't knocked up any bitch yet so I just hoped my luck held. 
Anyway Martha seemed a bit calmer after that even when I broke through her
cherry.  She just lay there still staring at me in disbelief.  I just kept
pumping my prick inside the bitch with a triumphant smile on my face.

   I pretty much believe the guy should just worry about himself when
getting his rocks off while fucking a bitch.  The idea of making sure she
gets her orgasm is just romantic bullshit.  That's pretty much how I
treated Martha and it wasn't but three or four minutes before I was
squirting my load inside her snatch.  "Guess who your new boyfriend is,
sweetie," I said as I finished.

   "You?" she said weakly.  I didn't mind her lack of enthusiasm.  After
all, the poor girl was probably suffering from shock due to the swiftness
of our whirlwind romance.

   "Good guess," I said.  "See you at school tomorrow," I added, gave her a
farewell kiss and walked out the door.  I met Eric at the bottom of the
stairs.  "Keep an eye on her for me, okay?  I don't want you fucking her
either." The guy looked offended I would even think he might fuck his own
sister but I know how brothers are when they get blackmail material on
their sisters.  I have an older sister myself.

   "Just make sure you make good on your side," Eric demanded.

   "Sure enough," I promised him.  When I got home I called a girl I knew
who was going to be Eric's girlfriend as long as I wanted her to.  Her name
is Connie, one of my past conquests.

   I didn't see Martha the next day at school.  She either didn't show or
was avoiding me.  It wasn't difficult to avoid someone at a school the size
of ours.  When school ended however, I spotted the bitch leaving.  She
appeared to be in a hurry.  I wonder why.  I took out after her but I
misjudged her head start.  By the time I caught up she was through her
front door.  I caught her grim look as she slammed it decisively.  Stupid
bitch!  That wouldn't stop me.  I mentioned before that I had Martha under
my thumb but that didn't stop her from testing my resolve to see if I was
serious.  I didn't mind.  It just makes my victory all the sweeter.

   I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door but there was no response,
so I just kept repeating the process until she finally did open the door
with the security chain in place.  "What do you want?" Martha demanded.

   "What do you think I want?  C'mon and open up."

   "Go away!  I don't want to see you."

   "You don't mean that."

   "I do mean it.  If you even touch me again I'm going to call the
police." Blah, blah, blah.  I've heard it all before.  I knew she wasn't
going to call the police or tell anyone else for that matter.  She was just
delaying the inevitable which was me getting into her pants again.  I heard
a sound behind me and turned around to see a car pulling into the driveway.
I saw Eric in the front passenger side.

   "Hi, Eric," I called as he opened the car door.

   "Hi, Michael," he responded and gave me a smirk that told me Connie
already made contact with him.  I stood there until Eric introduced me to
his mother and little sister Laura, a seventh grader.  I noticed the front
door was wide open with Martha looking nervously at me while I was being
introduced.  In the meantime my predator senses were quivering.  Martha's
sister and mother were giving off the same victim aura as the bitch
herself. Had I hit the jackpot?

   "Why don't you come in for a cold drink, Michael?"

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Harper," I said.  "I certainly will."

   "Michael was just leaving," said Martha who was obviously unhappy with
her mother's invitation.

   "We can't send the poor boy away hungry and thirsty, can we?  I bought
some cookies today," the older woman declared as she led me past Martha who
just glared at me.

   I knew I wasn't going to get anything from the bitch right now so I just
tried to be social and make points with Mrs.  Harper.  The cookies were a
commercial brand and the lemonade was premixed but what the heck.  You
can't have everything in today's hectic modern world.

   The bitch wasn't talking much except for some one word answers to
questions put to her.  She was definitely trying to discourage me.  I just
ignored her efforts.  She'd pay for that attitude later.

   At one point, I caught Laura's eye.  I winked and smiled at her.  She
blushed and smiled back.  Yeah, she was going to be as easy as her older
sister.  I wasn't able to test the bitch's mother.  She was busy getting
dinner together.  Eric just watched, obviously enjoying his sister's
discomfort.  Finally Martha said, "I have to help my mom."

   "Fine," I said.  "See you tomorrow." Martha ignored me and went into the
kitchen.

   "You're welcome to visit any time now that you're a friend of the
family, Michael," Mrs.  Harper called from the kitchen.  I'll bet the bitch
was pretty unhappy with that announcement.  I gave an okay sign to Eric and
excused myself.  There was always tomorrow.  I had to think of a way to
punish Martha but the first thing I did was to call another bitch I knew,
Veronica, and ask her to befriend Laura.  I had plans for the bitch's
sister too.

   I got up extra early the next morning and staked out the bitch's house.
I saw a car pulling out of the driveway which I assumed was Mr.  Harper's.
He was apparently the leave home early and arrive home late corporate type.
That worked for me.  The next car to leave was Mrs.  Harper's with Eric and
Laura inside.  That meant the bitch was still inside the house getting
ready to walk to school.  Cool!  I stationed myself outside the front door
and waited for her.  I didn't think she would peek outside before opening
the door and I was right.  When she opened the door to leave for school, I
pushed my way in, taking Martha by complete surprise.  "No, Michael!" she
squealed and backed away in fright.  I was already inside and closing the
door behind me.

   "Good morning," I said casually.  "Was there anything I didn't quite
make clear to you about our relationship the other day?" She quickly shook
her head and backed herself up against a wall.  "I didn't think so.  So you
just decided to act like a disobedient little bitch, is that it?"

   "I'm sorry," Martha wailed in fear.  She held up her hands to prevent
any blows from striking her in the face.  Well, I've never needed to slap a
bitch around and I didn't want to start but I didn't tell Martha that.

   "So we just had a little misunderstanding?"

   "Yes," she agreed quickly and still looked apprehensive.

   "Well, I guess I can forgive one misunderstanding but I wouldn't want it
to happen again.  Let's kiss and make up." She breathed a sigh of relief
and really responded well to my kisses.  "You're not going to disobey me
ever again, are you?"

   "No."

   "I thought not." I led Martha over to a sofa.  I pulled down her pants
and panties and bent her over the arm before zipping down my fly.

   "We'll be late for school," the bitch warned but didn't resist.  I
ignored her and nudged my stiff prick into her tight hole.  I fucked her
again like she was a nothing piece of meat but this time her belly
shuddered as I shot my load inside her.  The bitch had come.  She was
really getting into it.  Martha straightened up and pulled up her pants. 
"I think I should clean up," she said.

   "We'll be late for school," I replied and led her to the front door.  I
could tell she was feeling uncomfortable with my load leaking from her cunt
but she didn't say another word.  It would serve her right if she had to
walk around all day with a wet panty crotch.

   It was mostly quiet on the walk to school but Martha finally said, "Did
you really tell a girl to do what Eric wants?" I nodded my head.

   "She'll do it, too." Martha looked kind of surprised and apprehensive at
my statement.

   "Please don't make me do anything like that." I realized then that the
bitch was making her final surrender to me and was asking me in return not
to treat her too badly: I'll be your fuck toy but please don't share me.

   "That all depends on how you behave," I said.  Once I get my way, I
still test my bitches but I never push them into situations which I don't
think they can handle.  Martha was no where near the slut that Connie was.

   "I'll behave," Martha promised and actually smiled.  That was the first
time I saw her smile since I first entered her home.  We picked up our
pace. The first bell had already rung and we didn't want to be late.  Our
school likes to hand out detentions for the slightest offense so we didn't
want to be even a few moments tardy.



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   Chapter 2

   I didn't see the bitch at school during the day but I didn't actually
look for her.  She was mine now when I wanted her and what she did when I
didn't want her was her own concern.  After school, I found Martha waiting
patiently for me just off the school grounds.  When we got to her house,
she opened the door and held it open for me.  The bitch was really aiming
to please me now.  I looked at her critically as she put down her books. 
Jeans were all right for school but I wanted her to dress sexier for me. 
"Go put a dress or skirt on," I said.  Without saying a word, Martha
scooted upstairs.  I sat down on the sofa and waited for her.  She came
back a few minutes later wearing a relatively modest skirt with a pair of
low heel shoes instead of her walking shoes.  She looked quite nice.

   Martha sat down beside me and kissed me.  Bitches will try to
rationalize their bizarre behavior by convincing themselves they're in love
with their tormentor.  That's exactly what this one was doing by being
affectionate with me; telling herself she wasn't being a slut but a woman
in love.  Or maybe she hated my guts and thought she didn't have any
choice. I didn't care which it was.  I wasn't interested in a make out
session so I directed her to the floor and between my knees.  I wanted her
to suck me off.

   Without a moment's hesitation, Martha took my stiff prick in her mouth
and proceeded to give me a nice little blow job.  The bitch had talent and
she had me coming in her mouth within a few minutes.  My bitches are
expected to swallow all of my cum and Martha was no exception.  She didn't
try to pull away and swallowed hard as I spurted my load to the back of her
throat.  "Good girl," I praised as my spent prick slipped out of her mouth.
Martha sat back on her heels with a kind of an amazed look on her face.  I
guess she was realizing how far she had come from being a nice little
virgin of a few days before.

   We both were startled by the sound of the garage door opening.  "My
dad!" she said.  Apparently he was the only one who drove his car into the
garage.  I quickly zipped up.

   "Be sure to give him a nice hello kiss," I said.

   Martha blushed when she realized what I wanted her to do but then gave
me a mischievous smile.  "Hi, Daddy," said the bitch when he walked through
the door from the garage.  "You're home early." She walked up to the older
man and smooched him on the lips.

   "Hi, honey," said her father.  "I just came home early to pack and then
head out to the airport.  I've already talked to your mother." He looked to
be an older man, several years older than his wife I mean.

   "Daddy, this is Michael, a boy I met at school."

   "A pleasure to meet you, Mr.  Harper," I said as I stood up and shook
the man's hand.  I'm glad you don't know your daughter's lips have just
been wrapped around my prick and she's probably shared some of my cum with
you when the little slut kissed you.

   "Yes, I heard about you from my wife last night."

   "We're just going to study together right now," his daughter said.

   "Well, don't let me stop you two," he said.  "Nice to meet you, young
man." The bitch's father turned to walk upstairs and I slipped my hand up
her skirt.  She barely reacted.  Martha was taking to her training nicely.
It wasn't safe to get anything started now so we just sat at the dining
room table and worked on our homework.

   The rest of the family arrived home soon afterwards.  Apparently, Mrs.
Harper had signed up Eric and Laura to a soccer league so I had to work
around that to get to the younger bitch.  I didn't mind.  I appreciate
challenges.  I excused myself and talked briefly to Eric outside.  He told
me Connie had given him his first blowjob and promised to fuck for him
soon. I congratulated him and walked home.

   The next day was Friday and I didn't try to see Martha at all because I
was distracted by another potential victim.  That bitch didn't pan out
because she had a boyfriend who seemed to stick to her like glue whenever
she had a free moment.  Like I said, I try not to mess with bitches who
have boyfriends.  There's too much free stuff on the loose and I never let
an opportunity for fresh meat pass me by.

   I like to jog to keep in shape.  I was doing just that on Saturday
morning and purposely jogged past Martha's house to see what I could see.
As luck would have it, the garage door was open and I saw Mrs.  Harper in
there fussing with some boxes.  "Good morning," I called and joined her in
the garage.

   "Good morning," Mrs.  Harper replied.  "Martha isn't here right now. 
She took Laura and Eric to soccer practice and is staying there until
they're finished."

   "That's okay.  Do you need any help?"

   "Oh, if you could just help me put these boxes up in the rafters, I'd be
grateful." She really looked at me like I was a lifesaver.

   "That didn't take long," I said after I finished.  It had only taken ten
minutes.

   "I really appreciate it," the bitch said.  "With the children's
activities and my husband being away so much, it seems I'm the only one to
get things done around the house."

   "That's not right," I said.  "If there's anything else you need done
this morning, I have the time."

   "I couldn't impose," she said.  "You're Martha's friend and I'd be
taking advantage of you."

   "I'm a friend of the family," I countered.  "You said that yourself."

   "That's right.  I did say that," the bitch said happily as she
anticipated a helping hand.

   "Well, let's do it," I said and walked straight into the house.  The
bitch followed me.  I like to work quickly in more ways than the obvious
and I wound up directing rather than taking direction from Lillian.  Yeah,
that's the bitch's name.  Anyway, it gives me a psychological advantage to
give even innocuous orders and her obeying them.  To Lillian, I was no
longer a kid who was just helping out but a partner and team leader.  She'd
be more likely to follow directions when I started giving her much less
innocuous orders.

   It was hot, sweaty work and I took the opportunity to remove my shirt. I
knew the bitch liked what she saw because a small smile played across her
lips.  I'm not muscle-bound but I do keep in shape: not an ounce of flab on
me.  With just my brief jogging shorts on, I wasn't hiding much.  If I had
my way, I wouldn't be hiding anything much longer.

   The boxes were clearly labeled and I planned on the last box winding up
in the master bedroom.  I was in the youth soccer league once and I knew I
still had time for a little fun and games before the others returned home.
"What else?" I said as I set the box down.

   "Nothing else for now, thank goodness," said Lillian.  "I don't know
when I would have finished without your help.  Thank you so very much,
Michael."

   "Any time," I replied.  "Wow!  I could sure use a shower," I added and
started toward the master bathroom.

   "Me too," the bitch said.  She didn't realize what was happening until
she heard the shower water running.  "M-michael?  What are you doing?" she
called.  She followed me into the bathroom but stopped short at the door. I
was already butt-naked with my prong at attention.  Her mouth gaped in
surprise and her eyes were bugged out.  I could tell she was admiring my
prick.  In fact, she wasn't taking her eyes off of it.

   "What's the matter?  Do you want to go first?" I asked.  I stepped up to
her so my exposed prick brushed her belly.  She gasped and brought her
hands up as if to push me away but all she did was keep her shocked look.
Still, her eyes told me she wasn't going to put up much of a fuss.

   "No, Michael," she bleated as I walked her backwards towards her bed. 
Ha!  I've lost count how many times I've been told 'no, Michael.' The bitch
fell over backwards on the bed when we reached the edge and I took that
opportunity to reach for the waistband of her slacks and pull them down
with her panties.  She gasped once more and tried to close her knees
together to cover her exposed snatch but I pushed her knees toward her
chest and it was all over but the shouting.  I sunk my prick into her
soaking snatch and began a leisurely fuck.  Lillian stared at me in
disbelief but I swear the old bitch must have come at least three times
before I dumped my load inside her.  Her old man must have been keeping her
short on sex because she was still fairly tight even after three
pregnancies.  At one point she begged me not to come inside her but I
ignored her of course.

   We lay beside each other catching our breaths.  My prick was still
inside her basting in our cum juices.  Finally, Lillian said, "You left the
water running." That was her signal for me to pull out of her so she could
do something about the sperm I'd filled her up with.

   "I guess we'll have to shower together to make up for the wasted water,"
was my response.  The bitch looked like she didn't like that idea but she
didn't resist when I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathroom.  I
think Lillian was more embarrassed by having to take off her top and bra in
front of me than what had gone on before but she did it anyway.  Her tits
were bigger and floppier than Martha's but they still had a youthful
appearance.  She put on her shower cap and stepped into the shower with me.
I had fun soaping up her tits and the rest of her.  After Lillian had
rinsed off I handed her the soap.  It was clear to her I wanted the favor
returned.  I'm sure she never did that for her husband but she didn't
hesitate.  The bitch was kind of shy when it came to soaping up my prick
and scrotum but that made the sight and feel all the sweeter.

   After we toweled dry and dressed Lillian said, "Michael, I uh..." and
then stopped.  She wanted to give me her kiss-off speech.

   "I think I know what you want to say," I responded.  "You want to say
that you don't know how this could have happened but it can't happen again
and this has to remain our secret." When she nodded her head I said, "Don't
worry about a thing.  I can keep a secret." I embraced her lightly and gave
her a chaste kiss.  What a slut!  I left the bitch standing in her bedroom
and walked home.

   When I got home I had a message to call Veronica.  When I called the
little bitch told me she had invited Laura over for a swim Sunday afternoon
which she accepted.  I told her I'd be sure to be there too.  Veronica is
an only child and her parents are gone a lot; a perfect setup.

   The next morning I jogged again and then after I did some chores at home
I headed over to Veronica's.  Laura should have already been there a while.
I heard splashing water and entered through a side gate.  "Hi Veronica," I
called.  "It's Michael.  Is it all right to come back?"

   "Sure," she called back.  I walked to the pool area and saw that
Veronica was already doing her job.  She had talked Laura into going into
the pool without her bikini top.  Good girl.  Veronica was topless too. 
"Michael, meet Laura.  She's new to the area," Veronica said.

   "Oh, I've already met Laura," I said.  "How are you doing?"

   "Fine," said a sheepish looking Laura.  She was in the shallow end with
her neck just above the water and covering her boobs with an arm.

   "Well, since you both know each other I'll go get sodas so we can sit
and talk." Veronica stepped out of the pool, gave me a kiss and headed to
the house.  This gave me a chance to be alone with my prey which, of
course, was all preplanned.

   I sat down at the edge of the pool and smiled, trying to put Laura at
her ease.  "Don't be shy," I said.  "You're beautiful." The bitch smiled
shyly but took to my flattery right away.  She dropped her arm and stood up
straight.  "Now you're even more beautiful," I added.  Her tits were only
slightly smaller than her older sister's, a nice handful for each of my
hands.  Veronica came back with the sodas and set them on the patio table.
I took Laura's hand as she stepped out of the pool and embraced her
allowing her a feel of my stiffened prick, a taste of things to come.  The
bitch wouldn't be going home without a load or two of my cum being dumped
inside her snatch.  She gave me a kiss similar to the one I received from
Veronica and then we joined our hostess.

   Laura took Veronica's lead and made no effort to cover up when we sat
down.  I took off my shirt and let them admire my lean torso while I
admired their tits.  We talked about school and music for a while then
Veronica mentioned a couple of CDs she purchased and wanted us to listen to
them.  The bitch had a pretty good audio system in her bedroom along with a
queen-size bed.  Veronica walked in ahead of us and immediately stripped
out of her bikini bottoms.  "Give me yours too Laura and I'll put them in
the dryer," said Veronica.  Laura colored up.

   "No, that's all right." She didn't want to be stark naked in front of me
but Veronica kept holding out her hand for Laura's bikini bottoms.  Laura
gave Veronica a nervous look then dropped her bikini bottoms and handed
them to her new girlfriend.  Apparently, Laura could be submissive to a
girl also.  Her change of clothes must have been elsewhere in the house.  I
acted as if it was no big deal.

   Veronica turned to me and said, "Get out of those shorts.  You're not
going to be the only one who has clothes."

   "Huh?"

   "I said get out of those shorts." I acted shy and appeared hesitant. 
Veronica teased me for being chicken and then even Laura joined in the
teasing.  Finally, I slipped out of my shorts and my prick stiffened even
more with pride when he found himself the center of attention between two
lovely cunts.  "Isn't it pretty," said Veronica, her voice full of
admiration.  She went down on her knees, kissed my prick head, and started
giving me a blow job.

   Laura stared at us with more than a little surprise but she didn't make
any effort to leave.  This wasn't part of the plan and I was almost as
surprised as Laura.  By the way, Veronica was long corrupted even before I
met her two years ago.  In fact, she's taught me a thing or two about
dealing with bitches.  After a minute of slurping on my schlong Veronica
stood up and walked over to Laura.  She started whispering in the bitch's
ear obviously wanting her to take a turn at sucking on my dick.  I saw
Laura shake her head a couple of times but Veronica can be persistent and
Laura finally nodded her head and blushed.  Veronica kissed Laura
lingeringly then turned around and walked out the door, giving me a wink
before she left.  She's bisexual and I wondered what plans she had for our
new little plaything.

   Laura looked nervous and I looked expectant but I didn't try to rush the
little bitch.  She was going to do exactly what I wanted because she wanted
to.  The seventh grader walked up to me and knelt down in order to worship
and pay homage to my prick.  She took hold of it, gave it a few tentative
licks and then took it in her mouth and sucked it a bit.  That felt nice
and I guess I could have started training her into becoming a decent
blowjob artist but I really wanted to fuck her.  I pulled my prick from her
mouth and invited her to join me on the bed.  She crawled up with me and
said, "You set this up, didn't you?"

   "Are you angry?" There wasn't any sense in denying it.  I moved my hand
between her legs and started fingering her snatch.  She was juicing up
quite well.

   "What do you think?" She spread her legs more to accommodate my hand and
just lay back with her eyes closed.  I continued to finger her snatch for a
few more moments and then climbed up and mounted her.  Laura opened her
eyes when she felt me moving around and I could tell she was getting
nervous despite her show of bravado.  "Do you have a condom?" I guess the
bitch had been paying attention in health class.

   "I don't use them," I said and waited for her reaction.  Don't get me
wrong.  The bitch was going to get fucked whether or not she had a change
of heart but I was just curious.  She shrugged her shoulders and waited for
me to do the deed.  I sliced through her cherry with one thrust.

   It doesn't matter to me whether or not a cunt is being cooperative.  I
treat them all the same.  I fuck 'em until I get my rocks off.  If a bitch
hasn't come by the time I have, she can use her fingers or a dildo or
something else.  It doesn't matter to me.  So I'm not sure if Laura got off
but she didn't seem unhappy when I finally pulled out of her.  We kissed
for a while and then she said, "I just hope I don't get caught with a
baby."

   "I get a charge out of taking a risk like that," said a voice behind us.
"Sooner or later I expect I'll get caught like that." We turned to look at
Veronica and got caught in the flash of her digital camera.

   "Wha- what are you going to do with that picture?" said a nervous Laura.

   "Just saving memories for the happy couple," Veronica replied.  "Don't
worry.  I'm not a blackmailer."

   "Don't trust her," I said.  "She wants to turn you into a total slut
like herself."

   "Don't knock it," she retorted.  "It's lots of fun." Laura giggled at
that and actually started posing for more pictures.  Eventually Veronica,
Laura and I took about 30 pictures of each other featuring all three of us
in various positions.

   "I guess there has to be at least one slut in each family," said Laura.

   "Oh, there's more than one in your family," Veronica replied.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Michael's been ballin' your sister too." Did I mention Veronica has an
independent streak?  She wasn't supposed to say anything.  I'm glad I
hadn't mentioned Lillian.

   "Really?" she asked.  When I nodded my head the bitch said, "You don't
realize how good that makes me feel.  I've been told for years I should
follow my sister's example and I guess I'm doing just that.  She better
hope Eric doesn't find out about this."

   "He already knows," I replied.  "He caught us our first time together
but I bribed him with a girl."

   "Is her name Connie?  He mentioned he met a girl at school by that
name."

   "That's her."

   "I saw him with that girl at school but I didn't know it was because of
you.  I think he's with her now.  Darn!  You're a fast worker, Michael,"
Laura added with admiration.  I liked her attitude.

   "I wouldn't put it past him to go after your mother too if she's good
looking," said Veronica.  I had to smirk when she said that.  I fucked
Laura again later on.  After getting dressed I walked her most of the way
home.

   "How's my mom in bed," Laura asked casually as we walked.  I didn't say
anything but I must have given something away because she then said, "My
gosh!  You really did sleep with my mother.  My dad will divorce her if he
finds out."

   I just shrugged my shoulders.  "I'm not going to say anything.  How did
you figure it?"

   "We all figured we'd have to help our mom with moving boxes when we got
back from soccer practice but everything was all done.  Mom just said she
got energetic but I know some of those boxes were too heavy for her.  After
hearing Veronica's comment about you going after my mom I saw you smile
really mysteriously.  I guessed you might have helped her but why did she
keep quiet about it?  It could only be because she did something she wanted
kept a secret.  I decided to ask you a leading question and you gave
yourself away.  You kind of blushed."

   "You're a real Nancy Drew," I said.  "Do you think you can keep quiet
about it or am I going to have to arrange an accident for you?" I added
with a gangster snarl.

   Laura giggled and said, "I'll keep my mouth shut.  Poor Dad; you've
corrupted his whole family." We said our goodbyes then and I went home.

   I was in the high school library on Monday and I happened to see Martha
in the stacks way in the back.  I decided to go say hello to her.  I didn't
want her to think I was ignoring her.  She looked kind of nervous when she
saw me walking toward her but managed a smile anyway.  "Are you trying to
hide from me again?" I said.

   She blushed and said, "N-no, I know better.  Listen, uh...  another boy
asked me out and I was wondering if you'd mind if I accepted.  He's a
senior."

   "Oh, yeah?  What's his name?" She told me his name but it didn't mean
anything to me.  I reached over and cupped her tit.  "I don't mind as long
as you don't forget who owns you."

   "I won't," she said and blushed.  We heard a gasp and I quickly pulled
my hand away.  A bitch I recognized as part of the library staff was just a
few steps away.  She wasn't a student but not that much older; probably in
her early 20's.  She was giving us a disapproving glare.  Martha looked
like she wanted to sink through the floor or run but I knew she'd wait for
my lead.

   "Make him wear a condom," I said in a tone of dismissal and Martha made
her escape.  I really kept my attention on little Miss Librarian.  Although
she was coming across as the protector of moral decency in the library, the
bitch also had the look of my next victim.  I said, "You should wear heels
so I can hear you coming." She had on comfortable sneakers and a wedding
ring by the way.

   "Your disgusting behavior isn't excused just because you didn't hear me
coming," the bitch responded.  "I feel sorry for that girl."

   "Feeling sorry for her is a waste of time.  She loves it."

   "I don't believe that for a moment."

   I reached up and caressed her tit just for an instant.  "You love it
too, I bet," I said.  The bitch pushed my hand away.

   "I could have you suspended from school or even arrested for that," she
hissed angrily.  "Don't you dare touch me again or you'll regret it." Her
humiliation was apparent.  She must have thought I was cowed by her threat
but I just smiled, reached up and cupped her tit.  I gave it a nice squeeze
this time.  She gasped and turned red in the face but she didn't struggle
or yell for help.  I heard a couple of voices coming our way so I let go of
her tit.

   "See you around," I said and started walking toward the exit.  I left
her with an angry glare on her face and I could feel it on me all the way
out of the library.



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   Chapter 3

   I guess I could have spent some time finding out about the guy who was
going to date Martha but I could get that information any time.  I was more
intrigued by Miss Librarian.  I didn't have a source who'd give me
information about staff or faculty without questions being raised so I knew
I'd have to go directly to the source.  I'd ask her myself.

   The library stayed open for an hour after classes ended and I was there
within five minutes.  The only other students there were using the
computers.  The bitch wasn't hard to spot.  She was seated at the reference
desk.  "Hi, cutie," I said quietly as I walked up to her desk.  Besides
other students, there were other staff wandering about and I didn't want to
attract attention.

   "What do you want?" Miss Librarian hissed.  I could tell right away she
wasn't too happy to see me again.

   "Our meeting was so brief earlier today that we missed exchanging names
and telephone numbers.  My name's Michael.  What's yours?"

   "Look!  If you don't have any legitimate business in the library I'd
appreciate it if you'd just leave." She turned back to the computer screen
she was studying before I arrived but I just stood there and watched her.
The bitch tried to ignore me but I guess I made her nervous with my
closeness.  Finally she said, "My name is Mrs.  Kramer.  I'm happily
married.  I don't cheat on my husband and I'm certainly not a cradle
robber. If you ever assault me again or even bother me I'll report you to
my manager, the school principal, the police, your parents and my husband.
Do you understand...  Michael?" Naturally, I ignored everything she said
after she identified herself.

   "What's your first name, Mrs.  Kramer?" I watched her seethe for a few
moments before another staff member came walking up.

   "Here you go, Gayle," she said handing Mrs.  Kramer a folder before
walking off again.

   "You have a very pretty name, Gayle," I said.  "Are you going to be
wearing heels tomorrow?" She squirmed in her seat.  I guessed Gayle was
assigned to be there and couldn't leave before her shift was over.  I knew
she wasn't going to create a fuss.  She'd try to handle me herself.  Ha! 
She had a snowball's chance in hell of succeeding with me.

   "I'm going to be wearing what I please," she said in an icy tone of
voice that caused even me to shiver.

   "That reminds me," I responded.  "Wear a dress or skirt with your heels.
I bet you have nice looking legs." I spun around and walked away.  My guess
was that Gayle was finally at her limit for one training session and I
shouldn't push it.  I'd see the very next day if she took to any of it.

   You're probably wondering why I go after married women when I shy away
from girls with boyfriends.  It's really fundamental.  Husbands tend to
take their wives for granted while boyfriends are more insecure and keep a
closer eye out for poachers.  At least, that's my theory.  Teachers are
definitely taboo for me also even though I know of two or three right now
who are ripe for the taking.  After the Mary Kay Letourneau scandal
teacher-student relationships tend to generate a lot of publicity if they
become public and I'm kind of shy about public exposure.

   Anyway, I had to meet Laura at Veronica's.  She told her mom she was
going to study with Veronica but it was really so she could continue to be
corrupted.  I'm sure Lillian would be glad I wasn't coming over to study
with Martha.  Little did she know I was playing with her younger daughter
while she was visiting with her new girlfriend.  When I arrived I was
greeted with kisses by both of them but we couldn't fuck around because
Veronica's mother was there too.  Oh well.  I had an algebra test the next
day and I needed to study for it.  Math is one of my weaknesses.

   The next morning I knocked on Martha's door after the rest of the family
left.  Martha opened it right away and I walked in as if I owned the place.
"Good morning," I said and took the bitch in my arms.  I gave her a quick
kiss and she responded with her own.

   "Good morning," Martha said.  "I'll be ready in a few minutes."

   "Did you tell your mom about your date?"

   "Yes, I did," answered.  She was smart enough not to continue getting
ready until I dismissed her.

   "How did she react when you told her?"

   "She seemed glad that I was meeting other boys.  What's this all about?"
I wasn't interested in satisfying the bitch's curiosity.  So, the old cow
was glad her daughter was meeting other boys...  besides me I'm sure were
the unspoken words.  When I didn't answer her Martha said, "I bought some
condoms."

   "Well, you're really interested in that senior, aren't you?"

   The bitch blushed and said, "I don't consider myself a slut despite
being made to act like one for you.  I'm not going to sleep with that boy.
I...  I was hoping you'd wear one when we..."

   "Fucked?"

   The bitch blushed again and said, "Yes."

   "No," I said with finality.  Martha only nodded and finished getting
ready.  When we got to school there were still some minutes before the bell
so I walked straight to the library.  I wanted to see if Miss Librarian had
dressed the way I wanted.  She was seated at the main desk again.  The
bitch saw me right away and tried to ignore me.  I walked over and saw she
was dressed the same as the day before: slacks and flat shoes.

   "Did you forget how I asked you to dress today, Mrs.  Kramer?"

   "I didn't forget," she said.  I just looked disappointed and stared at
her attire.  Finally Gayle said, "High heels and skirts are uncomfortable
when I'm constantly stooping and walking.  You'd realize that soon enough
if you worked in a library." Well, you might expect I'd be discouraged by
the bitch's response but you'd be wrong.  She was justifying what she wore
to me in a reasonable manner.  Also, her behavior was less hostile than the
previous day.  I knew I was making progress.

   "I guess we'll have to meet someplace else."

   "Only in your dreams," was her response.  The first bell rang and she
said, "Shouldn't you be getting to class?"

   "You're just trying to get rid of me."

   "How did you guess?" Gayle said with a hint of a smile.  I smiled back
and headed to class.  This wouldn't be the end of it.  Like I said, I was
making progress.  To keep my momentum I had to keep the pressure on so I
was back again after school.  This time I happened to see her walking out
of a rear storage area pushing a cartload of books.

   "So, we meet again," I said cheerfully.  The bitch glared at me.  It was
becoming a habit with her.

   "Please stop coming here, Michael," Gayle begged.

   "It's the only place I know I can see you," I said reasonably.  "You
won't meet me anyplace else."

   "My boss is beginning to notice you hanging around.  You don't want me
to get fired, do you?"

   "Of course not," I replied.  I noticed she still ignored my not too
veiled suggestion that we meet elsewhere.  I was about to make a more lewd
suggestion when the esteemed librarian stepped out of the same door.

   "I see your young admirer is here again," he said.  "Be careful, young
man.  We might put you to work if you keep showing up." The man chuckled
while Gayle blushed but I was already thinking about what he said.

   "I haven't started my volunteer work yet," I replied.  "If you need help
I'd be glad to volunteer in the library." As part of graduation
requirements students have to volunteer 100 hours during our four years
here.  Most students do it off-campus and some don't even start until their
senior year.  Then they panic.  I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity
to work closely with Gayle.

   "We usually use seniors who need the hours," said Gayle.  "This boy
isn't a senior."

   "They won't be coming around until next semester," the man replied.  "In
the meantime we have a real backlog of work.  Why don't we show him what
we're doing in here?" He pointed to the door they'd come out of and we
followed him back inside while Gayle eyed me warily.  Mr.  Shaw, the
librarian, gave me a handout and said, "Study this.  We just received a
grant to buy some new books and some of our existing collection will be
pulled and archived.  Others will be taken out of the collection
completely. Mrs.  Kramer will train you and can answer any questions you
might have.  You can start whenever you're ready." He turned around and
walked out the door.  Gayle started to follow him but I blocked her path.

   "May I ask you a quick question?"

   "Not here," she hissed.  "Please don't start anything." The bitch looked
very vulnerable at that moment and I could have started something.  Mr. 
Shaw had disappeared and I was between her and the still open door so she
was slightly hidden.  Still, there were voices just outside the door and I
didn't want to take that kind of chance.

   "Okay," I replied, "but just this once." I smiled and stepped out of her
way.  She blinked a couple of times as if trying to decipher what I just
said.  She started to speak and then changed her mind and walked past me.

   I hurried over to Veronica's.  Laura was going to be there again and I
wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck the hell out of her.  Flirting with
Miss Librarian had gotten me hot.  Well, that was my intention anyway.  No
sooner had I walked through the front door and greeted the two bitches when
the front door bell rang.  Veronica answered it and a familiar voice said,
"I'm Laura's mother.  She forgot about an appointment she has this
afternoon."

   I must have looked pretty stupid as Lillian and I stared at each other
for a few moments but it seemed like an eternity.  "Hello, Mrs.  Harper," I
finally said.

   "Hello, Michael," the bitch replied.  "Wait out in the car, Laura.  I
want to speak to Michael for a few minutes alone." Laura blushed and slunk
out the door, something I wanted to do too.  Lillian turned to stare down
Veronica.

   Before long, Veronica said, "I'll be in the kitchen, Michael," and then
left.

   "I want you to stop seeing my girls, Michael," the bitch began, "and
you're no longer welcome to visit my home.  Laura will no longer be allowed
to visit here and I expect you to avoid speaking to or otherwise accosting
Martha at school."

   "Why is that, Mrs.  Harper?"

   "You have to ask that question after you sexually assaulted me in my own
home?"

   "I don't remember assaulting you," I replied.  "I just remember us
fucking." She gasped as I expected.  "Are you afraid your girls are as
slutty as you, Lillian?  Or do you just want me for yourself?"

   "Let go of me," the bitch demanded.  I had grabbed her and held the
bitch close to me.

   "You're right, Lillian," I whispered.  "Both Laura and Martha are as
slutty as you are.  I've had both of them just like you.  I was planning to
fuck Laura blind this afternoon until you showed up." I thrust my hardened
prick against her belly to emphasize what I said.  "It looks like you're
going to take her place."

   "Please don't," the bitch begged.  "Laura is just outside and your
friend is still in the house."

   "You scared the hell out of Laura and you pretty much intimidated
Veronica.  Neither one will show up unless you start yelling." I was
guiding the old bitch into position to I could fuck her face and she wasn't
resisting much.  I didn't really think Veronica was waiting passively in
the kitchen.  She wasn't the type.  She was more likely spying on us at
that very moment with her digital camera handy.  In fact, I was counting on
it.  "You're so easy," I gloated as I shoved my prick into the bitch's
mouth.  She started sucking right away.  "Who's my whore?" I said and
pulled my prick away so she could answer.

   "I am," Lillian replied.

   "Who else?"

   "Martha...  and Laura," the bitch said with tears beginning to fall from
her eyes.  "Please don't hurt my daughters," she begged.  I didn't say
anything and I just let her continuing sucking me off until I came in her
mouth.  I saw the flash and heard the click as Lillian was licking the last
drops of my cum from the end of my prick.  She turned and there was another
flash.  For a second I thought the bitch was going to faint.

   "I don't have much money," Lillian finally said, "but I'll give you
everything I have if you don't..."

   "Everybody thinks I'm a blackmailer," Veronica complained, "but I'm
not." She sat down beside the older woman.  "I don't want your money.  I
just want to protect Michael."

   "I won't say anything," Lillian whispered.

   "And you're not going to prevent your daughters from seeing Michael,
right?"

   "I just don't want to see them hurt."

   "He's not hurting them.  He's just showing them their place.  Now dry
your eyes and wipe the cum from your mouth or Laura might suspect
something." Veronica handed me the camera and I took a picture of her
groping Lillian's tits and kissing her.

   I accompanied Lillian out to her car.  Laura mouthed the words 'I'm
sorry.' I smiled, leaned inside and gave her a kiss.  She looked at me in
surprise and then at her mom who didn't say a word against it.  Laura
showed up right on schedule the very next day and I fucked her like I'd
planned to only it was a day late.  After getting the full story of what
happened while she waited in the car the young bitch did tell me her mom
called the doctor for birth control appointments for both her and Martha
but I didn't care about that one way or the other.

   "Please stop humiliating me," said Lillian.  It was Friday night and I
was home watching a video when I received the phone call.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You told Laura what happened between us."

   "Did she call you a bad mother?"

   "No, she didn't."

   "Did she threaten to tell your husband?"

   "No, she didn't."

   "Then what are you worried about?"

   "I'm worried that she might say something in front of her father or
someone else.  It could ruin my marriage." I resisted the temptation to
laugh aloud.

   "I'll talk to Laura.  She'll do as I tell her."

   "Thank you."

   "Is your husband still out of town?"

   "He came back...  and had to leave again."

   "I'm sure Eric and Laura have soccer practice tomorrow."

   "I have errands to do, Michael."

   "You can delay them.  I'd like you to leave the front door unlocked. 
Then I'd like you to go upstairs, put on a sexy negligee, climb into bed
and wait for me."

   "No, Michael!" I cut the connection and turned off my phone.  I didn't
want to argue with her.  The bitch would either do what I wanted...  or she
wouldn't.  It was just a way of testing her.  I got to thinking about Eric.
He was supposed to be keeping tabs on Martha for me.  He should have at
least told me by now about her date with this senior tonight but I didn't
hear a peep out of him.  That told me he was unreliable and shouldn't be
depended on in the future.  He was just interested in sticking it to Connie
and that was it.  If he found about his mother and Laura the blackmail
would be endless.  Well, I wasn't going to worry too much about it.  I was
going to be spending part of the weekend studying this library handout.  I
wanted to do a good job so Miss Librarian wouldn't have an excuse to get
rid of me.  I wanted to be as close to Gayle as I could to take advantage
of her when the opportunity arose.

   I showed up early Saturday morning in time to watch Martha, Eric and
Laura take off for soccer practice.  I jogged around the block to give
Lillian some time to get ready for me.  Maybe the door would be locked when
I tried it.  If it was it just meant the bitch needed more training.  That
wouldn't be a problem.  Lillian might try to resist more but I knew she'd
eventually become the submissive bitch I wanted her to be.

   The front door swung open when I tried it; so far so good.  I purposely
closed the door with a big thud.  The bitch knew I was there.  I climbed
the stairs.  The master bedroom door was open and I could see Lillian
standing by the bed.  She was looking nervously at me and then the bathroom
door.  Was she going to panic and lock herself in the bathroom?  I didn't
see any bottle or glass but I knew the bitch had been drinking.  I could
smell the liquor from where I stood.  Apparently she needed a little booze
to relax.  Well, whatever worked was all right with me.

   Lillian was dressed in a nightgown.  It wasn't nearly as sexy as I
liked. Maybe she needed to do some shopping.  I walked the rest of the way
in and stripped off my clothes.  We still hadn't exchanged a word but at
least she wasn't looking toward the bathroom door any more.  She was
looking at my stiff prick.  I finally approached her and started to guide
her into position.  She said, "Is it always going to be like this, Michael?
Using me; having sex with me against my will."

   "I don't know about it being against your will," I replied, "but the sex
has been pretty good, hasn't it?"

   "It's been the best sex I've ever had," the bitch blurted.  She blushed
with embarrassment at her admission.

   "Well, there you go.  Look on the bright side.  We'll always have great
sex." At least until I got tired of her.

   "How can I?  I've violated my marriage vows and the duty I have to
protect my daughters." Lillian stifled a sob.  "My husband will divorce me
if he finds out...  but I'll happily submit to you if you leave my girls
alone."

   "I don't much care if you happily submit to me or not just as long as
you submit," I replied.  "It sounds like your husband is gone a lot so he's
not likely to find out.  Laura told me Martha and her are going on birth
control so you're covered there, too."

   "You seem to have forgotten Eric."

   "I haven't forgotten anyone." I told her about him walking on me and
Martha and how I dealt with it.  I laughed at her shocked expression. 
"Maybe I should get your husband a girlfriend too just in case."

   "You've seem to have thought of everything.  I...  I won't try to fight
you any more.  I'm not sure I can or even want to." I took that as a
compliment and a go ahead.  We proceeded to fuck each others brains out. 
The bitch didn't beg me to pull out or anything so I guess she was using
protection now too.  I shot my load and we actually cuddled together and
kissed while we caught our breaths.  I finally got up and dressed.  No
sooner had I gone downstairs when the front door opened and I was staring
face to face with Martha.

   "Who let you in?" was the first thing out the bitch's mouth.

   "Your mother, of course."

   "But I thought..."

   "What did you think?" I walked up, kissed her and copped a feel.  She
kissed back but looked around nervously.

   "She's in her bedroom," I said.  "She'll be down in a minute." I
embraced her and held her close to me.  The bitch tried to gently pull back
but I wouldn't let her.  "How was your date last night?"

   "It was okay.  Uh, I don't think my mother should see us like this,"
Martha warned.

   "Why is that?  Did you tell her about anything we did?"

   "Of course not."

   "Then there shouldn't be anything to worry about." I continued to grope
the bitch even when I saw Lillian on the stairs.  Martha, I think, was
ready to faint.  "Tell Martha everything's all right, Lillian."

   "You're back early," said Lillian.  She tried to ignore what she'd seen.
"Did you forget something?"

   "I forgot my sunglasses," said Martha.  She looked as embarrassed as her
mother but at the same time she began to realize that something was very
wrong with the scene she walked in on.  "You too, Mother?"

   "He has pictures...  of your sister.  I didn't have a choice."

   "I told you I'm not a blackmailer, Lillian," I protested.  She got into
this situation because she was a submissive slut like her daughters but she
was going to lie to Martha to make herself look better.

   "I can't take that chance," she replied.  Martha looked at me as if
seeking confirmation and all I did was shrug my shoulders.  I wasn't going
to call her mother a liar to her face and make her look bad in front of her
daughter.  That would have been rude.  At the same time I thought this
would be an interesting time to test my power over these bitches.

   "Lillian, I'd like you to go pick up Eric and Laura instead of Martha."
I didn't say anything else and just waited for the bitch's response while I
stood behind her daughter and made no secret of rubbing my crotch into
Martha's behind.

   "I'll get my purse and keys," Lillian replied.  Of course, I fucked
Martha right after her mother left.  She didn't make as much as a peep of
protest.  In fact, I think me dominating her mother right in front of her
got her kind of hot.  I now had all three bitches in this one family under
my thumb.  I could now concentrate on Miss Librarian.

   I showed up Monday after classes ready to start work in the library.  As
I suspected, Gayle was going to take the part of a hard-assed drill
instructor as an encouragement for me not to stick around.  "Did you study
the handout you received on Friday?" she said.

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.  The bitch grimaced.

   "Please don't call me ma'am.  Calling me Mrs.  Kramer will be
sufficient." She handed me a list of books to pull.  "Let's see what you've
learned." I've found that lot of women don't like to be referred to as
ma'am.  I don't know why that is.  I always thought it was being polite. 
Anyway, I nodded and got to work.  Like I said, I wasn't going to give the
bitch any excuse to get rid of me.

   The bitch was super on her guard all that week.  I could never get her
alone and I always had to go find her to ask a question.  Of course, she
always seemed to be by or near a fellow employee, teacher or student when I
did find her.  Our boss, Mr.  Shaw, seemed pleased with my work and I never
heard about the bitch complaining about me.  When I wished a nice weekend
that Friday, Gayle smiled broadly and wished me the same.  She had won the
week and probably figured she could keep me at bay by staying alert.  I
really think the bitch was enjoying this game as long as she was winning.
Well, everyone lets down their guards eventually.  I just had to be there
when Gayle let down hers.  Why do I bother when I have all this other cunt
at my disposal?  It's the challenge I suppose.

   My chance came on the following Monday.  Mr.  Shaw had asked the bitch
to meet with a vendor since he'd been called away to another meeting.  I
noticed she was busy and didn't bother reporting in to her or signing in.
That probably made her think I hadn't shown up and she could relax.  I saw
the vendor leave shortly before closing time and instead of chasing me out
with everyone else her colleague sent me to tell Gayle that she had to
leave herself and then left.  This was the opportunity I was waiting for.

   "Everyone has gone home, Gayle," I said.  I stood in the doorway of Mr.
Shaw's office where the bitch had been meeting with the vendor.  She gasped
at the sound of my voice and then at the clock.

   "I didn't know you were here," she snapped.  "Why didn't you report to
me?"

   "You looked busy," I replied.  The bitch wasn't really listening to me.
She mumbled something about me not getting any credit for the day since I
didn't sign in properly and then about it being really late and she had
errands to do before getting home.  She gathered up some papers, clipped
them and tossed them on a tray.  She was avoiding looking at me.

   "You can let yourself out, Michael.  I'll see you tomorrow afternoon,
okay?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied and didn't move.

   She eyed me warily.  "I've warned you not to start anything, Michael. 
I...  I have pepper spray and I'll use it." I wasn't too worried about her
using pepper spray on me.  If she really did have some, it was most likely
in her purse at her own desk.

   "I seem to recall giving you one free pass on that very topic," I said.
"You're all out of passes." Gayle then tried to bull her way past me.  All
she did was wind up in my arms.

   "No, Michael!" I really love that phrase.  It's almost always meant I'm
very close to obtaining my goal.  "Michael, I'm a married woman.  Please
respect me." I ignored her plea and cupped her ass cheeks with my hands. 
My stiff prick was tight up against her belly.

   "You might be someone else's wife but you're my slut now, aren't you. 
Did you enjoy playing the prick teaser last week?"

   "I'm not either of those things," she protested.  "Please let me go. 
You could be in big trouble if you don't."

   "You were both of those things.  I won't let you be a prick teaser any
more.  Now, you're just a slut, my slut and you're going to have to come
across.  I knew I could have you the moment you walked in on me and that
other slut.  Now I have you as a slut too."

   "Listen, Michael.  I'm sorry if I uh...  teased you.  That was wrong of
me but this is even more wrong.  You could go to jail for rape.  Your life
would be ruined."

   "Who's my slut?" I said.

   "Damn it, Michael.  Let go of me." The bitch struggled a little bit more
and started to shed tears.  If women's tears have any effect on me it's to
make my prick even harder.

   "Who's my slut?" I repeated.

   "I'm not, Michael.  Please don't make me say it."

   "Who's my slut?" Gayle took a shuddering breath.

   "I'm your slut," she whispered.

   "What was that?  I couldn't hear you."

   "I'm your slut," she said.  This time it was louder.

   "Say it again."

   "I'm your slut." It became easier for her.

   "And again."

   "I'm your slut." Repetition is good when you're trying to convince
someone to accept an idea whether it's the truth or a lie.  It doesn't
matter.  I understand that's the whole concept behind advertising.  Gayle
didn't want to believe she was my slut but she would eventually if it was
drilled into her mind enough.

   "Good girl," I said finally.  I hooked my thumbs into her slacks and
yanked them down to her ankles followed quickly by her panties.  She gasped
and flinched but didn't protest.  Well, maybe she already believed she was
my slut.  Sluts know they have no right to protest.  I fucked her bent over
the librarian's desk.  She looked so cute and vulnerable and disbelieving.
I really love that feeling of power when I fuck a cunt for the first time.
I think that's why I keep looking for fresh prey.

   "This has to stay our secret," Gayle said.  "Do you understand?" Well,
duh!

   "I understand," I replied.  "If anyone finds out, you'll be fired, your
husband will divorce you, you'll go to jail and your life will be ruined,
right?"

   "That's right." I think she paled with my recitation of the
consequences.

   "I can keep my mouth shut," I assured her.  The bitch nodded her head
and gave me a kiss.

   Well, that's about all that's going on lately.  Don't any of you try
this at home.  Leave it to the professionals.  I don't care if you don't
believe me but it is the truth.  By the way, it looks like Lillian is going
to become a grandma anyway despite the precautions she took with her
daughters.  She should have bought condoms for Eric.  Connie gave me a call
and told she missed her period.  She's going to take a pregnancy test but
she's pretty sure it'll be positive.  The shit is going to hit the fan when
Connie's parents call Eric's parents.  I can hardly wait.
   ------ The End ------