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?"