Taking Over The School Pt. 09

"I'm cumming white boy, holy fucking shit I'm cumming," Harley tells me in a harsh whisper, holding onto me tight as her face is pressed against my shoulder.

Hearing this acts as the unofficial cue I was waiting for as I feel my own orgasm start to rise up. As she bites my shoulder again, I keep thrusting as I feel myself reach the point of no return. Here I get rougher without meaning to, causing the shelves to start to rattle and jump.

I thrust one final hard thrust into Harley that rock's the shelves as I leave my cock buried inside of her. Here I cum, unloading my seed inside of her as my cock is buried so very deep.

Upon feeling this, Harley digs her nails into my back where they seem to break through my shirt and into my skin. A part of me worried she might freak out at me not pulling out, but I find it's what she wanted. So much that she holds onto me so we are both locked in this embrace as I unload stream after stream of my cum inside of her.

I hear Harley pant as she keeps gripping me, her own orgasm moving over her. I'm not sure if it is from the orgasm or her consciously doing it, but I swear I feel her pussy trying to milk my cock as if trying to get all of my seed out. Like her revenge isn't just sex, but to make Tiny carry another man's baby.

Suddenly we both hear the sound of approaching footsteps. This rips us both out of the passion and joy that is sex and puts us back into the cold reality that we probably made a lot of noise. And those footsteps are fast and hard, which means they could only belong to a teacher or librarian.

In a flash I pull out of Harley and pull up my pants. There I turn and causally walk away from her, acting as if I'm trying to find a book as I walk the back path. Behind me I can hear Harley jump down off the shelf where she fixes her clothes. She too starts to walk off, going in a different direction than myself no doubt pretending to look for a book as well.

Smirking as no one calls for me to stop, I make my way back to my table. When I pass others I do notice they look at me, no doubt thinking of what I just did. They of course don't say anything and I don't acknowledge them to do so.

When I reach my table, I sit back down and then see Harley walking out of the library. Her head is held high and she acts as if she got all she needed. She doesn't even give me a quick glance back or a wave. I do smile wide for a moment as I notice how her walking is a bit off. To look at her you might think she is dizzy or drunk.

After sitting down, I look down at my book but am to amped up to read. Instead I wonder if Tiny Ray is going to try anything once he finds out I just fucked his girlfriend. Surely Harley is going to tell him what we did. Why else go through all this trouble? Once he knows, will he try anything? I honestly don't know. The two of us aren't friends or anything, but most of the team has kept their distance after the "incident" that happened during practice a couple of weeks ago.

I didn't know it at the time, nor would I have cared if I did, but a teammate of mine named Jole had been trying to hook up with a particular girl. This girl, along with her sister tried to jump me while pretending I had been summoned by the principal's office. Long story short, that girl (along with her sister) joined the list of the girls I've fucked.

As it tends to happen, Messenger Girl told all her friends about what happened, where the news spread and got blown out of proportion. Instead of what really happened, the version I read online from someone is that we had a full BDSM session, complete with leather, chains, whips and electroshocks.

Well, Jole found out about this and got upset. Instead of confronting me like a man about it, he tried to blindside me during football practice where he tried to take my knees out. He didn't even try to make it that he didn't know the play had ended. Just tackled me from behind while I was drinking some water.

The old me wouldn't have done anything to him, especially as he missed his target. Sure he tackled me, but he missed the chance to take my knees out. I would have told myself to be the bigger man and ignore him since he was hurting. Especially since the coach didn't seem to care and the whole thing happened directly in front of him.

But the old me is dead. So to teach Jole a lesson, the next play I went right for him, smashing into him so hard that he was launched out of his shoes. The little shit went flying and got knocked the fuck out. I'm not sure if it was the hit that knocked him out, or the hard ground, but he was out for a good five minutes. This is when I learned something about coach. I thought he may be racist as he never said anything about others bullying me, but the truth is he doesn't care about any of us. For he didn't say anything about me knocking out Jole. Just shook his head and walked away, no doubt to pull out the flask he hides in his pocket.

Since that day, the team has left me alone. There's no insults or mean comments thrown my way. In fact a few of the guys have actually gave me compliments after plays. Like they finally are respecting me. I know this is probably only a few of them as most want to kick my ass but are too scared to do so. If not because I'll fight back but because I'll fuck their girlfriends and the girl will love it.

Long story short, I don't know if Tiny Ray will try anything. He may just shrug and realize it's what he gets for cheating on Harley to begin with. Or he might confront me in private to fight me, which I could actually respect. Or he might be a little bitch and try to get a group together to come after me. Nothing would surprise me any longer.

Glancing at the clock above the door of the library, I see there's still five minutes left in the school day. I stare at the clock, willing it to go faster when I swear it's stopped or moving backward. I do this as I feel as if people are on purpose walking the main aisle of the library to look at me. Everyone that walks the main aisle casually turns to look in the large aisle that my table and the other tables are in. Like they know what just happened and what to see the guy that did it.

"Mr. Hudson," a female voice says, surprising me. Snapping me out of my daze, I look forward to see one of the librarians walking up to the other side of the table where Harley was not but moments ago.

The black librarian looks like most of the teachers at the school, professional and stern, where she wears a long gray dress. She looks to be in her late twenties and in very good shape as she has an athletic build. But the most notable thing about her is her expression. She looks at me with very intense eyes and the strangest smile I think I've ever seen. It's enough that it sends a shiver down my spine as it looks like what a villain from a movie would have.

"Yes?" I ask, focusing on not letting this librarian intimidate me with that smile.

The librarian doesn't say anything after I say this. Instead she literally stares at me like a spider that's caught a fly. She even lowers her head some, making the look even more creepy. It's enough that I feel a tingle of fear move down my spine.

"Did you have a fun time with Miss Harley?" the Librarian asks as she pulls out a chair and sits down across from me. When she does this, she never breaks eye contact with me.

Hearing this makes me internally groan as my fear is realized. I thought we possibly managed to do what we did without anyone being the wiser. But no. I was too cocky and got myself in trouble. Shit. No wonder the bitch is so happy.

"The answer is no," the Librarian tells me after leaning over some. This confuses me as I don't think she is saying that the answer to her question of if I had fun with Harley is no. It feels more like she's answering some unasked question.

"No, one reported you. And as the only staff member around at the moment, I was in the back when you two did it," the Librarian tells me in such a soft voice that to call it a whisper would be lying. I actually have to lean in to hear her, which I think is what she wanted.

I really wish she would stop staring at me. It's damn creepy. I don't think she's blinked once since coming over here. It like how a male sex offender would act in a movie or something. Where you know there's something off and that it means trouble.

"Ok..." I reply, not sure what else to say. She's basically saying that no one caught us, yet she knows what we did. Is this some weird way to tell me she is going to try and blackmail me?

"Given Harley's goal, I doubt you are aware that Miss Harley made a deal with me," the Librarian tells me in a confident manner. Hearing this makes me tense up some as this is getting worse and worse.

"What you and so many students and teachers don't seem to realize is that the library is recorded at all times, including Blackout Corner. Especially Blackout Corner," the Librarian explains, smiling wide now.

My body tenses up even more and my brain whirls to life with what she's telling me. A flood of new thoughts come pouring into my head at this bit of info. Like how that must be how Harley plans to show Tiny Ray what we did. She's going to show him the video of me fucking her in the corner. And that this weirdo librarian is going to supply her with the video.

"Alright. So you are going to give Harley the video of it," I say to show I understand. I also say this to not play the "I don't know what you are talking about" game. She clearly knows what we did so there's no point in denying it.

I muse that maybe the recording will be too far away to make out who is doing what. Or maybe it'll be too grainy and it'll look like two blobs having sex. Without seeing the video myself, I can't rule out that anything would happen. Then again, the video doesn't have to show my face, only my skin color to incriminate me. Again, I'm the only white guy in this school.

"Of all the pornography that I've watched, I must admit I enjoy yours the best. Never seen a man actually motorboat a woman before in real life. Nice. Very nice. Bet you couldn't resist with how large Harley's tits are," the Librarian says, then laughs. It's a loud, sharp laugh, making everyone nearby to turn and look this way.

I take a deep breath, not liking this at all. Unlike all the other girls I've been with, I don't think I'll be able to dominate or intimidate this lady. Hell, I'm not even sure I could physically overpower her for some reason. She seems too crazy.

For the first time, I think I'm in trouble. Real trouble. Even when I was holding down and fucking the teacher I didn't think I was in trouble, but I do now. This isn't good at all. But I tell myself to remain calm and think.

"Ok. So...what, Harley didn't pay you or something?" I ask, wanting to know why she's even talking to me. The fastest way to end this is to figure out what her goal is.

To my question, the Librarian shakes her head slowly as if to answer NO. Her eyes then start to twinkle, making it look as if she's getting excited.

"Not at all. Harley's end of the deal was to deliver you to me. And now Mr. Hudson, you and I are going to make our own deal," the Librarian informs me in that soft whispery tone.

I feel my brow furrow as this is getting serious. Not only am I concerned about what this bitch means to do, I'm also pissed off that I was so stupid. Harley sold me out. The bitch set me up knowing this librarian would see the video. Why didn't I think of that before?

"What sort of deal are we supposed to make?" I then ask the creepy Librarians, trying to think of what options I have. I guess it all depends on what she wants. If she's after money, there's not much that can be done. I guess I will have to come clean about it all to the principals and risk getting expelled. If she wants something else, then maybe there's a chance.

"A very easy deal. Easy as can be. Easy, easy, easy," the Librarian answers becoming very animated all of a sudden even if she's talking softly. She then does a sort of dance move with her arms while remaining sitting in her office chair.

"All you have to do...is be a good little boy and do as Mama wants," the Librarian tells me after leaning forward again.

To this I stare at her, feeling rather odd. Did she just call me "little boy?" Does she not know I'm a man? A full grown man?

I push past this and try to think about the situation. Alright, so she's clearly blackmailing me. But she still hasn't said what she wants. Do what Mama wants? That could be to pick up a pencil or to rob a bank. There's no telling what she may be after.

A part of me is curious to learn more about the Librarian as she's the first woman that feels like she's in complete control. That she is truly a dominant woman. Of all the women I've had contact with, she's the only one like that. This chick is clearly different.

"Mama wants you to keep both of your hands, palm down, on the table. You are not to move them, no matter what happens," the Librarian tells me, her eyes darting down to look at the table as if she already sees me doing this.

"Wait, what? Why?" I ask, confused by such a strange request. Again, as crazy as this bitch is, she may want to play a game of patty cakes or stab my hand with a pen. There's no telling.

The Librarian smiles again at my question. She leans over, but this time she moves further than before, to the point I think she means to kiss me or something. Thankfully she stops before she reaches me, but her unblinking eyes continue to make eye contact with me, freaking me out.

"Because I'm going to crawl on my hands and knees under this table, unbuckle your pants then pull them down to your ankles. Once that white cock of yours is out, I'm going to put it in my mouth where I'm going to suck it until you cum," the Librarian informs me very calmly and slow.

Blinking a few times, I'm not sure I heard what I just heard. When my brain informs me that I did, I just stare at the woman, thinking that this has to be a joke. No way she can be serious.

Despite how concerned I am, I can't help but to check out the Librarian's body again. Maybe it's because of what she said, but my eyes dart to her chest, then back to her face. I'm only able to see the top half of her body since she's sitting at the table, but she has a respectable tit size, with maybe D cup tits.

"Yeah, nah. You aren't going to do that," I tell the woman, leaning back in my own office chair trying to act as if doesn't bother me. I know this has to be a trick to intimidate me or something. No way she would do that. It's too crazy. Everyone would see and it would ruin her. Not only would she get fired but possibly arrested.

The Librarian raises her eyebrows as if curious why I think this. It's easy to see she's enjoying herself. For some reason it makes me think of a cat that's caught a mouse and is just holding it with a paw, ready to smack it over and over.

"For one, everyone in this library would see. It's not like you would disappear once you are under the table. Anyone that walks by would be able to see what you are doing, not to mention hear it," I tell her, pointing out the obvious flaw in her plan which she would know.

"Mama says for you to keep your hands, palm down on the table, and don't move them," the Librarian tells me, completely ignoring what I just said. She then leans back while staring at me. Her eyes still don't leave mine as she pushes her office chair back, putting distance between the table and herself.

I think it's my expression that makes her smile that too wide smile again. Like my concern acts as some sort of drug for her and she's getting off on all of this. Why this excites her, I don't know. Maybe it's because she's an older woman and I'm student, or maybe because her body is so small and I'm so large. Whatever the reason, it sure looks like she's having the time of her life.

"Allow Mama to put you at ease," the Librarian tells me with that smile.

As if in a dream, the Librarian grabs the neckline of her professional looking gray dress and pulls down. I stare as she does this, not believing what I'm seeing. Going slow she pulls down, exposing more and more of her cleavage.

Both of the Librarian's tits come out once she's pulled the neckline down far enough. Both of those wonderful looking black tits come out looking very firm right in this library aisle. Like Harley, she wasn't wearing a bra so she's able to pull her breasts out rather easily. But unlike Harley, she lets the neckline of her dress rest on the bottom of her tits, implying she means to leave them out.

Hypnotized by what she's doing I can only sit stunned as I look at those beautiful tits. And then the Librarian lifts the bottom of her dress handful by handful. She lifts it up slowly until the helm reaches her hips. There she grabs the gathered dress and lifts until her pink panties are clearly seen.

Not caring where she is, the Librarian stands like this, allowing me to get a nice long look. Keeping her smile, she waits for a few seconds before grabbing the waistband of her panties. Then, nice and slow she pulls her panties, allowing her dress to fall as she lowers them. But when she pulls her panties to her knees, she pauses. There she lifts the front of her dress while cocking her head. When she lifts the dress, she shows me her slender, shaved pussy which I have to admit looks so damn sexy. My eyes are drawn to it, where I can see she has a nice clean innie.

After a long pause, the Librarian lowers her dress and proceeds to pull her panties all the way down to her ankles as she bends over. Her eyes stay on mine when she does this, but my own eyes are drawn to her tits and the way they swing and sway as she bends. They swing enough to hit the side of the table.

Harley did this same sort of thing, but it was so different. Harley did it fast and sexy as if to prove a point. The way Harley did it no one could have seen as it was so brief, nor did she bring any attention to herself. But this woman...she doesn't care if anyone sees. In fact, I think she wants people to see.

Not able to say anything, I watch as the Librarian picks up her panties from the floor in slow motion. After standing she holds her panties up, letting them hang off of one of her fingers. She holds them there, wanting me to get a good look at them.

My eyes follow those panties as she moves them towards me as if wanting me to take them. She then drops them onto the library book that I was trying to read earlier. They fall there, crotch side out where I see the words "Crazy Bitch" printed.

I look down at her panties, thinking how they have to be the sexiest panties I've ever seen or will ever see. I have a huge urge to pick them up and smell them, which is something I hate to see. When guys do this I think it is so cringe, but at the moment it takes a lot of effort to prevent myself from doing just that.

I feel like I'm in some sort of sexual trance, where instead of getting the fuck out of here as I know I should do, I want to stay to see what's going to happen. Like her bare tits or panties have a magical hold on me, preventing me from thinking.

Smooth and calm, the Librarian closes the library book as if to say that study time is over. The book closes with half of her panties sticking out like some weird sort of bookmark. The image of it is again one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Stuck in my trance I can only look at those panties, wondering if this is a dream.

Still saying nothing, the Librarian leans over the table again, only this time she grabs my forearms that are resting on the table. There she pulls them towards her gently but firmly, where I think she means to place my hands on her tits. Only this isn't what she does. Instead she turns my hands so my palms are down, where she puts them on the table, as she said to do earlier.