Knock on the bully's door
From Create Your Own Story
You feel Jessica's mind merging within your own. Keep this up and you will become mortal again soon, although with practice you could definitely retain your abilities. With Jessica's mind merging you begin to feel remorse for "your" son, some strange jealousy for your daughter Valerie and regret for your husband. Yet you knock anyways.
The bully opens the door, grinning as if you were falling into his ploy. Yet what he didn't know was of your powers. "I knew it," he says. "You want me to hurt your son, you want me to fuck you, and you want to cheat on your husband... with me."
"Fuck you...," you respond and enter. "Asshole," you add. You are breathing hard. You realize that you were getting turned on as you talked with the bully. Relieved, you are happy that your back is to him, but the door closes right then.
"You know we're going to fuck? Why else would you be here, baby?" the bully asks smoothly, with not a hint of anger. His voice raises goose bumps on Jessica's arms and you admire his cool resolve. Although maybe he just lets his anger build up and then uses Brandon as a punching bag for it.
"Tell me one thing, if I am going to be fucking you. Why do you want me so badly?"
"Because you are singly, the hottest woman I have ever seen in my life."
"I find that hard to believe," you reply, half-annoyed. Your back is still to him.
"Tell me one thing, if I am going to be talking to you. Why do you want me so badly?"
"Because you are singly, the hottest woman I have ever seen in my life."
"I find that hard to believe," you reply, half-annoyed. Yet that is when he puts his hands on your hips. For a sixteen year old, he has game you note.
"Whatever. So, what do I call you?"
"Huh?" he asked, genuinely confused, just figuring that the Brandon would have told her his name.
"Your name, I only know you as my son's bully right now," you open the door to a familiarity with the tormentor of Jessica's youngest child... the man you hung up on earlier.
"Richard."
"Mind if I call you Dick? It seems more fitting right now."
"Sure, I mean, whatever you want to call me is fine as long as you moan for me."
You snicker a little. He could be kind of charming, if a little corny.
"You know I'm still pissed that you have my son's phone -- the phone my husband and I pay the bill on."
"I took it just to fuck with him."
"That was actually pretty smart of you. He loves that phone."
"Yeah and now I have your phone number, so I can call you whenever," he claimed proudly.
"Not when my family's here, though. They would not understand me talking to you."
"Fuck them. I don't give a shit what they think." You can hear the scowl in Dick's voice and you feel a little aroused at his venom. He starts to give you small pecks on the neck, causing you to arch Jessica's head back. Or your head back? Could sleeping with this boy be it and cause your mind to merge with Jessica's?
"You know, my son has a broken nose because of you."
"Really?" He sounds intrigued and has stopped kissing your neck.
"When you beat him yesterday you broke his nose," you explain.
"That's awesome... and hilarious! But tell me, did it turn you on knowing that I broke his nose?"
You think for a moment, chewing your lower lip, and then answer, figuring you could be honest with him; he isn't going to report you to any authorities.
"I told him yesterday to stop antagonizing you and that it was his fault he was being beat on."
"No shit?"
"No shit. I also told him to stop his sniveling, he was a wimp, and stop telling people that you are beating him up, because he is embarrassing me," you sigh.
"Wow. That was pretty awesome, you know."
"I don't necessarily believe that," you reply, feeling guilty, yet turned on.
"No, really, you are so fucking awesome for a guy like me, who understands where you are coming from... Have you ever physically hurt him?"
In for a penny, in for a pound you figure.
"Yesterday. I grabbed his broken nose and told him he better not dare tell his father anything."
"Did he scream?" Dick asks, hanging on the words.
"Yeah, pretty loud too -- God, I hope none of the neighbors heard."
"Did that turn you on?"
"Yeah, I sent him to his bedroom without dinner..."
"For what?" he interrupts.
"For being a pussy," you reply to quickly to catch yourself.
"Oh my God, that is so sexy," he moans and licks your ear. All of a sudden he picks you up over his shoulder and carries you to a queen sized bed up the stairs. Laying you down, he crawls right behind you and you feel his dick against your ass as you start kissing him. Yet then, the kissing unexpectedly stops.
"So, how did a lady like you end up giving birth to a piece of shit like your son?" he questions.
"I don't honestly know, I guess he got more of his father's gene's," you admit to him, absently, as you realize just how turned on Jessica had become just talking to him.
"Is your husband a pussy too?"
"Yeah, probably, but he's smart and makes a good deal of money."
"You love him?"
"Maybe... I used to," you honestly reply.
"You love your son?"
"No... he's a little bitch." Finally saying it feels so freeing and Dick puts his hands up your skirt and starts massaging your clit.
"You want me to give you a present?" Dick asks quietly, whispering seductively in your ear.
"What kind of present?"
"The kind you used to ask guys like me for."
You think long and hard at this point. What the hell are you getting Jessica into?
"Yes or no?"
This is both contact bullying and the age difference. You understand that everyone involved is not legally adult and you may be technically corrupting a minor.
"Yes or no?"
You're sure sure it would be Brandon who would be hurt, but could you do it? The turn on would be immense.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes," you answer with subservience and wonder how you, a powerful demon wound up with this boy?
Dick smiles at you when you turn and face him. It was a warm and friendly smile but now with something harder as well. Ravenous, predatory.
"I knew you would come Jessica." Dick's voice was a little deeper, richer and the sound seems to echo inside you as she spoke. You don't seem to be controlling your actions. You an eerie calm.
Dick dips some liquid from the pot into a glass and holds it to your lips. Where did the pot come from? Where did it go?
"Drink." Dick tilts the glass up as you drain it it. The taste was bitter, herbal and complex, it felt warm going down and seemed to create a fire in his belly that was something other than alcohol. You feel like you know the taste.
Dick discards the empty glass. Where is it?
Dick grabs the front of your shirt and tears it open with a single motion. You distinctly hear one button clatter on the floor. You undo Dick's belt and then pull it off of him with such force that he has difficulty standing. No sooner does the belt hit the floor than you are tearing Dick's pants from him. The thin fabric parts like tissue paper in your demonic hands. You kneel and Dick helpfully lifts his feet so his shoes can be pulled off.
Do you:
| You are possessing: |
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| Young-Looking, Pretty Mother |
