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.