Jarred the school Bully [Possession] Using Heather to explore more sexy bodies [Tim's Girlfriend, Heather's Friends]

Jarred sits on the bed spreading Heather's thighs, his eyes glued to her phone screen. The room is a mess of discarded clothes, and the smell of their previous encounter still lingers in the air. The screen flickers with the images of their shared past, a visual reminder of the power he now holds. His hand moves rhythmically, the sensation of her wetness a strange, exhilarating thrill that he can't help but indulge in.

Heather's body feels foreign, yet familiar. He's always been curious about her, about the secrets she kept from her twin brother Tim. The possession stone, now nestled in his pocket, hums with an eerie energy, a silent partner in his newfound control. Her phone vibrates in his hand, and with a sly smile, he opens it to a message from Tim. "You okay?" it reads, the innocence of the question stark against the reality of the situation.

He takes a moment to appreciate the curves and softness of Heather's body before sliding his fingers into her, watching her face contort in silent pleasure. The moan that escapes her lips is his, not hers, a sound of victory and power. He knows Tim would be horrified to see this, but the thrill of the taboo fuels his arousal, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could do next.

The message on the phone remains unanswered. Tim's concern grows with each passing moment, his mind conjuring up a storm of scenarios. Meanwhile, in Heather's room, Jarred's grin widens as he watches himself bring her to climax. The line between reality and fantasy blurs as he revels in his newfound dominance. He leans back, his hand still inside her, and takes a deep breath, feeling the power of the stone pulsate in sync with his own heartbeat.

Flashback to the school in the basement where Jarred and Heather meet.

Jarred's eyes widened in horror as Heather pulled out the possession stone, a twisted grin spreading across her face. "You're not going anywhere," she hissed, the stone glinting in the dim light. Her intent was clear; she was going to take his body, his life, everything that made him who he was. But fate had other plans. As she leaned in, the stone slipped from her grip. In a **** move, Jarred snatched it, the warmth of it burning his palm.

The moment the stone touched him, the world around them changed. He felt a rush of power surge through his veins, and Heather's eyes went wide with shock and fear.

Jarred had possess her body and been enjoying endless climax in the basement.

The flashback was like a silent movie in Jarred's head.

Jarred's breath hitched as he remembered the feeling of the stone in his hand. The power surging through him, the way Heather's eyes had gone wide with shock and fear. He chuckled to himself, feeling the warmth of his own climax in his hand as he recalled the look on her face the moment she realized the tables had turned. Her attempt at dominance had backfired spectacularly, leaving her at his mercy.

With each stroke, he felt more in control, more powerful. The sensation of his cum was a reminder of the victory he had over her. He laughed quietly, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt. "You're so stupid," he whispered to the empty space, his voice a mix of amusement and disdain. "So, so stupid."