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?"