Beauty and the Bully | free bimbo + mind control stories

Chapter 1

“…and I’ll fucking kill you if you say a motherfucking word.”

Honestly, I take Cooper for his word. The last time I didn’t, I ended up in St. Claire’s for a week with a fractured pelvis and fifteen stitches in the back of my busted scalp. Cooper’s a bully. My bully. It started back in our freshman year of college, and this is the final blow to my self-esteem, though there hadn’t been much left after four years of torment.

Before this, it had been a little less cruel. Making me write his papers, shaking me down for money, that sort of thing. This was beyond the pale. Between him and his buddies, jocks to the man, they had belittled me to the point where I had continued ending it; but this is the last day. If I can survive this, I’ll never have to see him again. The plane ticket’s in my back pocket, along with my passport. Fuck Marina, anyway.

“Sorry, Kane.” She said, looking up at me with those dark brown eyes. “Coop’s just got so much more to offer.”

The girl’s GPA doesn’t reflect her common sense in the least. If she had half a brain, she’d realize that Cooper’s just after her to knock my dick in the dirt. Again. Marina and I had hit it off just this year, and she’d been the first girl that I’d been able to maintain a relationship with through school. That was over now, though. Well, except for the show I was about to be forced to watch.

Marina looked a little nervous about the whole thing, but whatever he had done or said to her had worked. She tossed those gorgeous brown locks over one shoulder, the cute little braid falling to her back as I watched her kneel in front of my mortal enemy.

“Let’s see how your little princess look with a real man’s cock in her mouth.” Cooper said, grinning at me smugly as he unbuttoned his jeans. The fact that Marina was standing for that sort of thing disgusted me almost as much as the unfolding scene. Well, she wasn’t standing for it, was she?

I glanced over at the tablet propped up on my empty desk, recording the whole scene.

“You’d better fucking look, Kane.” Cooper said, and when I turned I witnessed him pulling a huge cock out of his shorts, right in front of my girlfriend’s face. Ex-girlfriend, I corrected in my thoughts. “What do you think of that, sugar?” He asked, thumping the half-erect monster on her cheek.

“It’s so much bigger.” She said. Her heart didn’t seem to be a hundred-percent in it, but that fucking changed, believe me.

Cooper chuckled. “Yeah, baby. Let’s show the little dork some real action.”

He took her by the shoulders, turning her a little so I’d have a better view. I didn’t really appreciate it much.

“Gotta earn it, Marina.” He said, as she tried to move forward to take it into her mouth. He took her by a handful of her hair, turning her face and dragging her lips down to his balls. I wanted to close my eyes and make it all go away, but I knew that wouldn’t be allowed. I had been warned as much.

Those strawberry lips that I’d loved kissing took up residence on Cooper’s balls, her tongue lazily rolling out to lap at them gently. His cock was resting on her cheek as I watched him lower me to my place. He obviously wasn’t the most patient, because it was only a minute later when he pulled her up by the hair, her tongue tracing that massive shaft from the root to the tip. She was giving me little pretense to believe that she wasn’t liking it. Her short skirt; the shortest I’d ever seen her wear, was riding up high on her thighs, and I figured I was allowed to look at those beautiful legs.

Marina and I had been Chemistry partners, and though both of us were passionately shy, our own chemistry had built over the course of the semester. The timid, frightened girl that I had finally managed to bed was nowhere to be seen. Her makeup, which I had never seen her wear before, was perfect, and the clothes were a stark contrast to her formerly demure wardrobe. I’d been wondering why she had been distancing herself from me over the graduation week, but I had dumbly put it off to our impending separation.

She was going off to graduate school at another university, while I was going on an archaeological dig, one of the three students invited by the chair of the department, Doctor Symes.

Watching her lips slide wetly down the hard contours of Cooper’s cock was especially painful, especially since that was a pleasure that she had so far denied me. I had spent my fair share of time happily ensconced between those shapely legs, but she’d argued that she wasn’t ready for that yet. I’d been the nice guy and had never pushed it. Cooper, as previously mentioned, isn’t at all nice.

“Dude, that feels so good.” Cooper said, getting his sick satisfaction from looking over at me. “I bet you really like it…” He paused.

“…but you haven’t, have you?” He asked, laughing. “Damn, son. You are a fucking loser.”

Cooper was sliding in and out of Marina’s mouth as she knelt, her hands on his thighs. I could see him going just a little bit deeper with every iteration of it, finally making her gag. For the life of me, I still wanted to defend her, despite it all; but I knew how that would turn out.

The choking sounds continued as he kept sawing into her mouth, then pushed deep, the majority of his cock crammed into her mouth as her gorgeous, young body struggled a little on the floor. He pulled out dramatically. “Tell Kane how much you like that, baby.”

“I like it.” She whispered, then turned to look me in the eyes through her black-rimmed glasses. “Coop knows how to treat a woman.”

The laughter didn’t stop, even as he shoved that cock back between her lips. The scene repeated itself, until he finally managed to get those lips all the way to the base of his shaft, her hands white-knuckled on the pockets of his jeans as he held her head firmly in place.

After that, Marina got into it. I could see it in her eyes and in her actions as my formerly shy and repressed girlfriend turned on a porn star performance with her mouth and hands. She stroked him as she sucked, looking up into that asshole’s face with unbridled passion. Standing up, she kissed him as she pushed his jeans down, kneeling back down only to help him step out of them, her lips immediately finding his cock again once he finished. Both of Cooper’s hands went to her hair and he started fucking her mouth vigorously.

Cooper finally pushed her away, a line of spittle hanging from her chin as she almost fell to the floor. Far from being angry, she smiled and hopped to her feet, going to the armchair in my room where his eyes directed her. She bent over, placing her hands on the back, cocking one knee up onto the armrest, looking over her shoulder, bypassing my gaze and going to his. Her skirt had bunched up higher, revealing that beautiful body for my eyes, but unfortunately for his as well.

He roughly pushed the skirt up reveal her firm little ass, sans panties; which was also a new thing for her. Without ceremony, he spit on the palm of his hand, rubbing it against the head of his cock before pushing it between her legs. Marina moaned loudly as he slid into her, starting to rock back and forth, deeper and she turned her head to one side, one of his hands going around the back of her neck as the other gripped her waist.

I was simply happy that my eyes weren’t even threatening tears as I watched cooper fuck my girlfriend in front of me, keeping constant track that I was watching. Her constant repetition of his name burned almost as much, though.

“Damn, that’ some tight ass pussy.” Cooper crooned. “Good to know nobody stretched it out before I got to it.”

I bit back the reply that would just get me pummeled to a bloody heap on the floor. I had learned firsthand that Cooper wasn’t the ‘give the nerd a wedgie and flush his head in the toilet’ kind of bully from high school. He was the ‘skull fracture and broken bones’ type, a true psychopathic personality, and Marina had willingly become his victim. I felt sorry for her, I truly did, but at the time, all that was drowned out by my anger and my hurt.

Marina was getting something out of it, at least. It only took her a few minutes of his rough pounding into her delicate body to send her over the edge, and I could only imagine all the people in the dorm hearing it, in process of moving their own things out to start their own lives. Her thigh was actually quivering as she came, his cock still pounding into her pussy with a sickening sloshing sound. She was wet, and she was loving it.

She sucked Cooper’s cock for another round before he picked her up bodily, carrying to the desk and depositing her on her back with a thump. Her legs spread like a submitting puppy, and his cock found its way home inside of her once again.

“Hold that tablet over here, Kane.” Cooper said, pushing her knees back to the sides of her small breasts. “You’ve got to see this face.”

I knew I had no options, so I did what he said. The face in question was one of sheer passion, trying to avoid my gaze as her body shook from the intensity of his pounding.

“Get some good close-up shots, buddy.” He said.

You’ve never known depression until you have to play cinematographer to your most hated enemy fucking the shit out of your former girlfriend on your desk. It went on for what seemed like an eternity before he almost dragged her to the floor.

“Open wide, baby. Show Kane how you like to swallow Coop’s cum.”

Did I mention he sometimes refers to himself in the third person? Yeah, he’s that guy.

The aforementioned cut started blasting into Marina’s open mouth, stray strings landing across her nose and glasses as he finished his defilement of the one I held most dear. Not anymore.

Chapter Two

Kennedy’s not really on par with Kirsten and I where it comes to the academics and the hard labor, but she’s trying. It’s obvious why Doctor Symes had chosen her for the trip. I can’t see that I wouldn’t have done the same if I were in a position of power as he was. Yeah, she’s that gorgeous. California blonde good looks and blue eyes that could make anyone with a Y chromosome stop dead in their tracks.

The black and white high-tops have seen better days. The dust was thick on them as they appeared below my eyes as I gently brushed away soil from the artifact I had recently discovered.

“Water.” She said, and a moisture condensing bottle lowered to my eyeline as well. I looked up, tracing my eyes along those incredible, tanned legs as far as I could before meeting her eyes as I sat back on my heals, twisting the cap.

“Thanks, Kennedy.” I said. She never took stock in the warning to wear heavier clothes, though I wasn’t about to chide her over it. God, the short shorts, the shoes, the tight t-shirt. Overall, it was hard not to stare. A sweaty, gorgeous goddess of the desert.

“What is it? It looks like a bug.” She said, coming down to a squat next to me. It’s hard not looking down her shirt to the promised land beneath. It’s clinging to her chest anyway.

“It’s a scarab.” Probably the most recognizable of all artifacts, I thought. Something someone two years into an archaeology major should probably be familiar with. “It’s in really good condition, too.”

I noticed that I was being overly nice to her, dismissing the things I would have called out had they been present in anyone else. Despite knowing there was zero chance in the world to get into her pants, it was a natural default. Knowing that the odds were still that low when the only other guy for miles who had had a shower in the last week was our doddering professor, easily in his seventies. I doubted he’d be able to manage, either. He just liked eye-candy, and I couldn’t blame him.

Kirsten was astounding as well. Dirty blonde and as stunning as her peer, she had the brains to go with it. The girl knew her stuff, and she knew it well. The problem with her was that she was overly driven and competitive. Hell, I’d even watched her shoot Cooper down, though I remembered that I had paid the tab for that disappointment as well, as if I had put her up to it somehow.

“What’s it made of?” Kennedy asked. I lifted my eyes up to those beautiful blue eyes, seeing the genuine curiosity there. She had that going for her, at least.

I pulled at the front of my baggy, buttoned-down shirt, shaking off some of the dust as I chugged at the cold water. I’d been wearing them like that for years, partially because lost a lot of weight after high school, but mostly to hide how scrawny I was. “I think it’s some kind of metal, but that’s rare. I don’t recognize it, though.”

“Cool.” She said, simply. That was it. She rose back to her feet and I took the opportunity to follow that heavenly body with my eyes as she carried the other water bottle over to Kirsten’s site, about fifty meters away from mine. A little fantasy rolled through my brain as I finished the water, before I went back to work.

By the time I got the thing mostly uncovered, I was feeling pretty ill. Heat exhaustion was stock in trade in the field, but usually I held up pretty well. Today was an exception. I wanted to push on, though, getting down close and picking gently at a stubborn bit of dirt with my fingernail. The moment I scratched it off, my gorge came up, and I barely made it to the edge of the pit before I upchucked the majority of the water onto the sandy dirt, right as Doctor Symes was approaching my site.

“Shit, you look awful, son.”

“Yeah, just going to take a break. I want to finish with this scarab today.”

He looked down at me with those cold, steely eyes. “It’ll wait, boy.” He said. “Hell, it’s been there a few millennia, it can hang on overnight. Go get some sleep.”

It was the best idea I’d heard all week, though my work ethic fought me all the way back to my tent. At least I had my own. The girls shared one, causing constant bickering, but Symes insisted on his own, so as odd man out, I had my own as well.

The squeak of the springs was a welcome sound to my ears. It was a lot narrower than even a twin, but it was at least a real bed, dragged out her lord knows how by the local laborers. Another perk Symes insisted on. “Good rest is the cornerstone of good work.” He’d repeated. Incessantly.

The dreams were awful. So were the constant body aches I woke up to every thirty minutes or so. I remembered Kirsten checking in on me, bundled in the wool mattress, sweating and shivering, despite the hundred-plus degree nighttime temperature. “Probably food poisoning.” She had said. “It should pass by the morning.” Despite her competitiveness, Kirsten was a great person, but even that was probably just part of her quest to be the best. It was nice, though.

The last dream I remembered was one where I was standing at the top of some sort of ceremonial altar, throngs of women of all ages at my feet, beseeching me for something. The language was beyond me, though. It sounded like Coptic, but I just couldn’t make much of it out. I just remember the look in their eyes and the tremor in my body that shook me awake.

I could see the glow of the familiar dawn creeping under the bottom of the tent, but it was still early. I climbed to a sitting position, prepared for the rush of the headache I was expecting, but there was nothing. Kirsten had been right, of course. It had passed in the night, and beyond even feeling hungover, I felt like a million bucks. My mind immediately went to the scarab. Maybe an early start was in order? Normally the first thing in my mind each morning was Kennedy, causing me to spend the first ten minutes awake still in my rack, listening for footsteps outside. Yeah, I don’t really need to go into detail on that, do I?

That morning, though, I was on my feet, brushing my teeth in the little two-inch mirror nailed to the center tent post. It wasn’t good for much else, other than cleaning the day’s grit from my teeth, which I hadn’t bothered to do the night before. I was standing there in my boxers when the front of the tent unzipped.

“Kane?”

Kennedy. Shit. I checked my shorts to make sure I wasn’t going to embarrass myself, because she was already almost inside.

“Hey, Doctor Symes asked me to check in on you last night. Kirsten and I have been taking turns.”

First a long, sexy leg poked in through the tight opening, followed by a hip, then that beautiful face.

“Hey, Kennedy. Thanks. I really appreciate it, but I’m…”

She was just staring at me, practically frozen in place there in the opening.

“Kennedy?”

The gorgeous blonde shook her head, like she was clearing a fog from her brain, finally stepping through the opening.

“You okay?” I asked. I watched her eyes go slowly from my feet to my own eyes, wondering if she was making some sort of point having caught me checking her out at some point. “Look, I’m sorry if…”

“Jesus Christ, Kane.” She said, her eyes leaving mine again and going to my chest.

“What?” I looked down, half expecting some horrific rash covering my body. It wasn’t a rash. It was my body. Well, it wasn’t my body, and that was the confusing part. It was more like Coop’s body, though that didn’t even begin to do it credit. I looked up, feeling a little dazed, but then I saw those gorgeous eyes getting bigger and bigger until Kennedy’s lips finally pressed hard into mine and her tongue was in my mouth before I could even blink.

With a body that I had only imagined touching melting into mine, I put my arms around her, my own eyes distracted by their size. The biceps rippled as I pulled her into me, lifting her easily off her feet with a gasp in my mouth. The body I had seen myself suddenly wearing was perfect. Not an overdone bodybuilder, just perfectly sculpted and defined muscles from chest to calves. Honestly, it was the last thing I was thinking of at that moment as Kennedy practically swarmed me with her lips.

I set those dusty high tops back to the dirt and felt her pushing my shorts to my ankles. The cock that was growing rapidly wasn’t even mine, and I do admit to a moment’s giddiness that it made Cooper’s pale in comparison. Even the blast of water pouring down my chest and over it from the canteen Kennedy was pouring over my body didn’t faze it in the least. It kept growing and growing, accelerating its pace as the gorgeous blonde dropped to her knees in the dust at my feet.

Fever-induced hallucination. Go with it, I told myself. The logic was that my mind was creating this self-image because it could think of no other reason I would be able to get the girl that now had water running onto her cheeks from my body as she buried her lips in my balls, gripping my hard cock like it was going to somehow escape her hot grip.

“Kennedy, I…” I started. Fuck. Even my subconscious was trying to rebel. I tried to shut it up, but she didn’t even give me that opportunity.

“Please. Please just let me suck it, Kane.” Kennedy said, those hot blue eyes pleading with me. She didn’t wait for an answer before she was rolling her tongue around the head of my cock, sending a shiver down my spine and into the dirt where she knelt. Those lips I had imagined on me through my morning ritual were on me for real, or at least in a fantasy far better than any I had ever experienced.

The first groan had escaped my lips suddenly, but I suppressed the second as she took me into her mouth, her eyes still full of that same passionate look from before. Symes’ tent was just a dozen yards away, and there was no telling if he or Kirsten had emerged to get the coffee going; our morning ritual.

I was just standing there, dazed, the most beautiful girl that had ever deigned to touch me struggling to get as much of my startled cock into her mouth as possible. She reached up, blindly, finding of my hands. Her fingers intertwined with mine for a moment, but she had other intentions. Pulling it up, she deposited it on the back of her moving head as she continued to slide those incredible lips back and forth along the length of my shaft.

“Kane, you okay in there?”

Fuck. Kirsten. “I’m fine! Feeling much better. Be out in a minute!” I yelled, trying to keep my voice from cracking as I pressed Kennedy’s lips further down my cock. She huffed in obvious appreciation, gagging just slightly as I felt her take me into her throat. It was something at the time I had never experienced before, and it rocked my world. I kept pressing, her eyes still imploring as I continued to push, her lips reaching out for the base of my cock as I continued to shove it down her tight throat. My hands had gone instinctively around her head, and I had a quick flash of memory of Marina and Cooper as I started automatically fucking the goddess’s sweet face. The dream body didn’t come with dream stamina, though.

“I’m going to cum, Kennedy.” I whispered, slowing my pace. She took over, frantically, right where I left off, using my ass as leverage to pull me into her throat with her hands, over and over again until I clamped my lips together, air rushing out as I exploded into her mouth. In mid climax, she pushed my cock back down into her throat, the finishing blasts pumping my load directly into her stomach.

When all was said and done, I practically staggered back from her, the guilt of the moment flooding in. “Kennedy, we…’

“I won’t say a word.” She said, pushing herself up off the ground. “That’s between me and you, but leave your tent unzipped tonight.”

I stood there, the beat of my heart still throbbing in my cock as the dream angel stepped back outside through the slit in the tent.

Chapter Three

Well, I didn’t wake up. The body was still there, the memory of the quick tryst with Kennedy lingered, even as I was bundling up in my baggy clothes to hide the sudden transformation of my body. I didn’t really have a mirror to check myself out, but to me, I looked pretty much the same. Stepping out of the tent, the first person to catch my eye was Doctor Symes.

“You’re looking much better Kane. The desert nights work wonders, don’t they, my boy?”

I forced a smile, nodding in agreement. “Is everyone up?”

Symes smiled back. “Kirsten is already at it and Kennedy’s in a chipper mood this morning. I’m just glad it wasn’t a virus or anyone. I’d hate to have the whole dig derailed. I’m looking forward to seeing your scarab when it finally emerges.”

“Absolutely.” I said, genuinely feeling it. The scarab. Thoughts swirled in my brain. “I’m definitely excited about it.

The doctor was turning, but looked back. “Oh, and I’ll be heading into town today to get some new supplies. Probably be taking Kennedy, if you can do without her services for the morning?”

I stifled a dirty thought. Kennedy’s services were definitely on the top of my mind. “I think Kirsten and I will manage.” I said.

Symes hustled off to his tent to gather some things and I saw him greeting the stunning blonde. She was looking my way, but I tried to ignore the eye contact, looking down at the coffee pot. I still hadn’t worked out in my mind just what had happened.

The scarab was there, staring up at me from the place it had slumbered for so many years. Back to work, I thought. I hopped down into the pit with my tools, ready to face another morning of the tedious, back-breaking work. I was finally able to get Kennedy’s lips off my mind, but only after I heard the battered dig vehicle pulling away from our campsite, my surprise blonde lover in tow. I bent to my work.

“Doctor Symes said you had something good.”

Kirsten. She was standing at the edge of my pit and I hadn’t even noticed her approach. “Water?”

She tossed the bottle down to me before I could answer. I looked up to watch her coming down the ramp towards me. Her hair was tied back tight and severe, but it did little to mask just how gorgeous she was. Even the prim khakis and drab utility shirt she wore did nothing but accentuate the fabulous body they were trying to hide. Apparently, her competitiveness didn’t stop at academics. She was a perfect physical specimen in every way.

“It’s a pretty standard scarab design.” I said, feeling free to genuinely discuss the subject for her. “I just don’t recognize the material. Thanks for the water, by the way.”

Kirsten gave me a dismissive ‘no problem’ glance before kneeling in front of the scarab as it lay encrusted by the soil. “How much longer do you think it will take to get it out? I’m definitely curious about any markings on the bottom. Great find, though.”

The last words were atypical for Kirsten. I could feel how difficult it was for her to give a compliment.

“Thanks.” I said, downing some of the water. “I’ve been meaning to get over to your pit as well.

Kirsten smiled. Another oddity for the brilliant beauty. “Definitely.” There was a glint in her eye that made me do a double-take, but then it was gone. She suddenly looked very shy and unsure of herself. “Well, hey, I’d better get back to it. Stuff’s not going to unearth itself, right?”

She laughed uncomfortably. I tried to laugh with her, but the whole thing just came off terribly awkward. I did watch that beautiful body as it departed, though.

The radio call came close to lunchtime. Symes. He and Kennedy were staying in town for lunch and wouldn’t be back until the evening. I walked over to Kirsten’s pit.

“Hey, Doc and Kennedy won’t be back until this evening, so it’s just you and me for lunch.”

Kirsten looked up from her work, sweat pouring from her brow. “Think he’s finally going to manage to get into her pants?”

It took me by surprise. One of those things that people agree on but usually don’t mention. I laughed, even though my mind was still picturing Kennedy on her knees. “Maybe he’ll get lucky.”

“She’s got to be good for something.” Kirsten replied, standing. “Damn, I could really use a shower.”

“I can work up lunch if you want to take one. The water will just keep getting hotter and hotter as the day goes on.”

Kirsten put up her hand and I helped her climb out of the pit. Despite her hard work, it was soft, yet strong. There seemed to be a static charge there, but at the time, I put it off to the dry conditions of the site.

“Kane!”

I was just finishing unpacking some things for lunch when I heard Kirsten calling from the shower enclosure. I headed her way. Sometime the handle jammed, leaving the person taking a shower in a lurch. We’d all had it happen.

“Stuck again?” I asked, as I approached.

“Yeah, I just need you to help.”

“Got it.” I said, starting to fumble with the mechanism reaching in through the back of the curtain. “Give me a second.”

Just as I gave it the right nudge and the water started flowing again, a hand took mine, roughly pulling me into the enclosure.

“Sorry, Kane. I hate to be so blunt.”

I heard the words as my face finally got free of the curtain itself, revealing her for only a moment before her lips were on mine.

“Kirsten, what are…” I sputtered, water running down my face as the kiss broke.

“Kane, I need this, so just shut up.” She said, her fingers already working the buttons on my soaking shirt. I could feel the water sinking into my dusty skin. I didn’t really know how to respond, so I just lowered my lips to hers again.

Pulling the tail of my shirt out of my pants, Kirsten broke the kiss, putting her hands on my chest. “Oh, my God, Kane. Fuck. How do you hide this?” Her lips went to my pectorals, my own hands pushing her wet hair over her shoulder. Those nimble hands were already on my belt buckle.

At that point, I was a little dazed. It was the second time in just a few hours that I had been practically assaulted by one of my formerly aloof team members. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining, I just hadn’t figured out the full extent of what had happened to me.

“Fuck, yes.” Kirsten practically cried out, her hand going into my pants to find the excitement in me that she had built there. She looked around, like there was anyone to see in the shower enclosure. “My tent. They won’t be back till later, right?”

The best I could do was to nod in agreement, and the soaking wet blonde practically dragged me by the hand out through the curtain.

I watched that gorgeous, young body practically run, me in tow, her bare feet padding through the dirt until we reached the tent she shared with Kennedy. I had been right about her. God, she was gorgeous. Long, taught legs and thighs, a magnificent ass…she pulled me into the tent, turning to face me.

“Can we just keep this between us?” She said, those gorgeous eyes staring at me imploringly. I was just starting to get the inkling that it was the same look Kennedy had shown earlier.

“Yeah, that’s fine, Kirsten.” I said.

“Then get your fucking pants off.” She said, desperately, pushing on my wet and already open pants.

I struggled to kick off my dusty boots, but she ended up propping my foot up on her bed, struggling with the stubborn laces herself. First one, then the second were tossed to the side as she set about getting my pants to join them. I’ll be the first to own up to the fact that I was still stunned, but the moment she wrapped those fingers around my shaft again, it woke me up to the fact that part of me was not having any difficulty accepting the brainy beauty’s advances.

Kirsten dragged me towards the bed by her handful of me, sitting on the edge as she brought me closer. The moment the head of my shaft was within her reach, she pulled her wet hair over her shoulder and lowered her lips to it. For the second time that day, I was treated to the services of a hot, talented mouth, effectively doubling my previous experience with that sort of thing in the span of about four hours. The blonde was practically worshipping it, which at the time made me a little uncomfortable, not that I wasn’t enjoying it. She alternated between working it with her tongue, her mouth, her hands, and even just staring at it with loving affection. Being the second round of the day, I felt much more comfortable with my ability to make things last, and after about five minutes, I built the confidence to take a little more charge of the situation.

With some effort, I extracted myself from Kirsten’s hungry mouth, taking her by the chin as I kissed her. She just pleaded with me with those longing eyes as I pushed her backwards, going to my knees at the foot of her bed. Those legs I hadn’t even bothered dreaming of, being distracted by Kennedy, spread wide, her knees pulling back to expose every inch of that gorgeous flesh between her them.

“Thank you. Thank you, Kane. Please…” Kirsten whispered as I kissed my way quickly up her inner thigh. I wasn’t wasting any time, though. I just had to have a taste of her before all of this dissolved into a fevered dream. That’s really the way I was thinking, even as I sank my tongue deeply into Kirsten’s musky flesh. The sound that she made guaranteed that my cock was going to remain hard as a rock, as well as guaranteed that my return worshipping of her body was going to be short lived. I was already eager to be inside of her, and the feeling definitely seemed mutual.

She ran her fingers into my hair, pressing my mouth down into her slit as she locked those sexy ankles around my neck, still praising my name over and over. I drove my tongue in and out of her, tasting her, my teeth pausing here and there to nibble on her clit, which forced her body to respond. Normally, I’m a patient lover, but the situation wasn’t allowing that. I could feel her body priming, tensing, but I needed to satisfy my own hungers, though they turned out to be hers as well.

“Fuck!” The normally demure beauty screamed, just as I pushed my aching shaft between her legs. The sensations were there, definitely, but the appearance of it still threw me off. It was mine, but not mine, all in the same glance. Her body, though? Mine. Something had clicked in my brain the moment I had entered her, gripping her thighs tightly to pull her closer to the edge of the bed so I could sink in deeper. Kirsten was tight and wet as I struggled to my feet, still buried in her body, leaning over her and staring into those beautiful eyes as I started thrusting with wild abandon.

“How does that feel?” I said, roughly, watching her body rebound with each pounding slap between her legs.

“Oh, God…it…” She moaned, hardly able to make words.

“Do you want me to own you?” I said. The words came out, but it was like they were foreign. I mean, I felt them, and I meant them, but they seemed strange coming from my lips.

“Yes, yes! Kane. I want you to OWN me!”

It did nothing but double my intensity. The brilliant and beautiful girl beneath me kept moaning her allegiance as I took her willing body over and over again. It all devolved into one repetitive phrase.

“Cum inside me. Cum inside me.”

Over and over she repeated that mantra, and at that point, I was assuming that she was on some sort of birth control. It was one thing to have the sudden hots for someone, though it seemed odd, it was another to want them to unload in your unprotected body.

It’s definitely what I did, though. It came as she was having her own orgasm, thrashing beneath me, still begging me to do it. I laid my body over hers, my weight keeping her still as I continued rocking my cock in and out of that clutching heat between her quivering legs. She went still as a statue as I finally exploded, as if she was inventorying every blast that flowed into her nubile, young body. As it continued, she took my face in her hands, kissing me over and over again.

“Thank you, Kane. Thank you. I’ll always be yours.”

It was a little awkward, to say the least.

Chapter Four

The awkwardness only built. I was staring across the table at Kirsten and Doctor Symes as I ate dinner next to Kennedy, who kept sliding her hand over to my lap under the table. She and the Doctor weren’t speaking, though neither had shared that fact. There was just a silent tension that overwhelmed everything. I kept glancing up to Kirsten, seeing nothing but those doe-eyes staring at me longingly, like an infatuated schoolgirl. Dinner was late due to their slow arrival back from town and the requisite unpacking of the supplies, and the sun was already starting to set, taking the edge off the oppressive heat.

“So, were you able to retrieve the scarab today, Kane?” Symes asked, trying to break the lull in the conversation.

I thought about the afternoon, mostly spent in the girls’ tent, repeating performances with Kirsten’s incredible and highly offered body. “It’s being pretty stubborn.” I said. “And I don’t want to take any chance of causing any damage.”

“That’s a good man. Keep cracking at it.”

The silence came back, heavily, and Kirsten eventually excused herself, though it was mostly directed at me, as if she was asking my opinion. Kennedy had continued stroking my cock in my pants, so the last thing I wanted to do was leave the table. The tension between her and Doctor Symes was still heavy, and I couldn’t help fearing that he knew what was going on out of sight.

“I’m going to get off to the sack.” He finally said, stepping over the bench. “I am an old man, after all.”

I couldn’t escape the fact that his words alluded to some prior conversation, likely with the hot blonde at my side. Had he made his play? It had certainly failed if it had, but I didn’t peg Kennedy as hitting him as hard as his statement implied.

“What’s that all about?” I asked, as the two of us watched him disappear into his tent.

Kennedy answered by kissing me. “He got all creepy in town, but I told him that I already belong to someone else.” The casual way she said it really hit me hard.

“Boyfriend?”

She laughed, those eyes sparkling up at me as she kissed me again. Just a peck. “Silly, I belong to you.”

As I sat there, once again stunned, she extracted that gorgeous body from the bench and headed to the shower enclosure without saying another word.

Okay, it may sound creepy, but when I got back to my tent, I stripped down, examining the incredible physique that somehow wasn’t just a dream. I slipped on my robe after a good twenty minutes of this, grabbing my kit to head to the shower. I passed Kennedy on her return, and her hand trailed longingly over my body as she passed, her eyes glued to me.

The shower was invigorating, if not a little too hot from the heat of the day on the overhead tank, but at least I felt refreshed. I let the robe dry me as I slipped my shoes back on, headed back to my tent, my mind trying to figure out what was going on.

It had all started after the fever, which had started when I was working on the scarab. It wasn’t until I was slipping into my tent that I remembered the dream, and pegged the similarity in the eyes of the beseeching women and those of my two lovely team members.

I didn’t have much opportunity to think about it, though.

“Kennedy?”

I saw her as she pulled the chain on the overhead light, her heavy breasts coming back down with a slight bounce as she lowered her hand and grinned at me.

“I hope you don’t mind, Kane.” She said. “I just didn’t want to go to bed quite yet.”

“What about Kirsten?”

She laughed. “I told her I was going to go make up with that geezer, Symes.”

We were having a conversation, it seemed, but there was no mention made of the fact that she was nude in my bed, laying back and pulling the sheet up to barely cover herself.

“I didn’t know that you had feelings for me.” I said, almost wanting to kick myself. What the fuck are you doing? I remember that exact question running through my head. Screaming in my head.

She looked at me, her eyes sad. “I didn’t, but I do now, and I want to make up for lost time.” She said. I didn’t really know how to continue, but that was before she hit me with a ton of bricks. “I want you to own me. I want you to do anything your heart desires with me. My body is so completely yours to use, Kane.”

Kennedy pulled the sheet down below those beautiful breasts as I stared at her. Nature took over.

That blonde hair dangled in my face as Kennedy ground her hips over me, that luscious, young body practically wrapped all over me. Her voluptuous curves were a thrill to my hand, the tightness of her flesh rippling up and down the length of my cock. The girl certainly knew how to please a man, both in the evidence of her movements, and the words to that effect she was giving me.

“When you’re ready, baby, I want you to cum in me. Of course, you can put it anywhere you want. In my mouth, in my ass…anywhere.”

That was certainly a motivator, even though it was uncomfortable at the time. I quashed her words with my lips, trying to just focus on that incredible body and what it was doing to my own.

That was all before the catfight erupted in my tent. Kirsten had slipped quietly inside, but Kennedy was off me in a flash and the two were grappling there, one nude, the other simply dressed in a robe.

“Stop it!” I said; loudly, but not enough to be heard in Symes’ nearby tent.

The two girls froze like I had put a forcefield around them.

“What the fuck?”

“He’s mine.” Kennedy pouted at Kirsten.

The second girl only glared at him, her eyes fuming.

Fuck. “I don’t know what’s come over the two of you, but I don’t belong to either one of you.” I felt really strange saying it.

They were silent for a moment, then Kirsten spoke. “But I’m yours, Kane.” It was just a whisper. The same sentiment followed from Kennedy a moment later.

Seeing them both standing there, whispering some sort of weird allegiance to me made something shift inside and I said something that again, I never imagined saying. “Both of you can be mine.”

They looked at each other, as if weighing my statement. I was weighing it too. Wow, was pretty much the weight I settled on. You really said that. Both pairs of eyes turned back to me, with the same look each had given me before.

The next thing I knew, I was back on my back on the bed, Kirsten in the place of Kennedy, as she was throwing one of those luscious legs over my head. Good lord, it was heavenly. I sank my lips into Kennedy’s body for the first time, tasting her, smelling her; the sensations overwhelming me as she pressed that beautiful ass down over me. What the two of them were doing over my head didn’t even enter into my thoughts as everything was focused on the two parts of my body being pleasured.

Back and forth, over and over, the positions flipped, taking Kennedy from behind as Kirsten lay submissively in front of her, enjoying the work of her team member’s hot tongue. They pleased each other to please me, but I was definitely the focal point. Hardly a moment went by through the whole session where my greedy new cock wasn’t either buried in a tight, young body, or thrusting deep into a willing and hungry throat. Both girls expressed their desire for me to fill their bodies with my load, one after the other.

The new confidence in me, along with the circumstance, dictated that Kennedy would be the one to get her fondest desire, as I had granted it to Kirsten earlier in the day. She seemed disappointed, but she only wanted to fulfill my desires, and she told me that in just those words.

Kennedy was on her back, her legs spread wide as I thrusted slowly into that perfect body, my hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her loud moans as I felt the other hottie worshipping my balls between my legs. I pumped slow, hard, and deep into her, feeling every inch of my cock invade her flesh as I built towards my eventual explosion. My boldness had definitely increased with each new caress, each new whispered commitment that each of these beauties wanted nothing other than to be mine.

My cum poured into her, pumping deep into that gripping flesh as I held myself buried tightly in her. Kennedy had gone still as had Kirsten earlier, savoring my seed in her body. I realized I had no clue as to her birth control status, nor did I care. If these beseeching lovers wanted me to breed them, I was going to give it to them. I had no care of the consequences.

Chapter Five

Packing my bags didn’t feel as bad as I had thought it would have. Apparently, the eye-candy of my two new lovers was supposed to be for the good Doctor’s eyes only and one of the two’s heated moans had been overheard during the long night.

I had been asked to leave the dig, essentially fired over it. Symes was in town, but had told me he expected me to be packed and would have Kennedy drive me to the airport.

As painful as it was to me to do as an archaeologist, I had roughly pried the pried the scarab from its resting place in the pit, simply hoping not to damage it. Fuck Symes. He could come after me if he wanted, though I seriously doubted that he would want the details of my dismissal to come to light. Both girls had practically broken down when I told them, informing me that they’d do anything to help me.

The scarab was important. I couldn’t tie it directly to the changes that had occurred in my mind and my body, but there was nothing cutting those cords either. At that point, I just wanted it with me, figuring what was done was done. I didn’t want to go back in the least.

Kennedy had practically insisted on me driving, but she had ulterior motives, as I spent the long drive to the airport with her head in my lap. She didn’t stop when I filled her mouth, and I was surprised to see the resilience of my new body. It never even went down. Forcing her off me as we arrived at the airport, it was like I was breaking her heart as I walked through the gate out of her reach. “I’ll come to you when I can, Kane.”

Her last words echoed in my head as I buckled the seatbelt, smiling and introducing myself to the older woman sitting next to me. She was beautiful, if not twenty years my senior. About five minutes into a polite conversation, I saw that look in her eyes.

Chapter Six

Marina had been tossed like a used orange peel. It was the first message I received via text when I landed at the airport, and I was texting her back as I passed through customs. I wanted to laugh at the inspector, as I wanted to tell him you really should have picked that up, buddy, referring to the scarab. I had convinced myself that it was the source of my newfound magnetism. If the tryst in the airplane bathroom with the MILF next to me hadn’t proved it, the one with the flight attendant after we were caught did. She had given me a shameful look as the hot older woman had blushingly left the little cubicle, her face coated with my cum, but after a minute of chiding, she had pushed me back into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

I didn’t want Marina back, though my mind wanted payback for what she had done just a few weeks prior. I fought those feelings, but I did plan on going after the source.

“Call him over here.” I had said. “Then I’ll give you what you want, Alice.” The college freshman’s green eyes stared at me longingly as she brushed her hair out of her face, dialing on her cell.

Twenty minutes had passed, and there was finally a knock on the dorm room. I whispered in her ear. “Tell him it’s all his fault. Hate it at first, then let yourself enjoy it.”

She grinned at my repeat of the instructions. “You’re so dirty, Kane.” She said, grinning. Her smile was cute and perky. She unlocked the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Kane?”

I answered him with my fist, connecting directly with his teeth. I had held back, not knowing what kind of strength I held in my new body. He spit two teeth out into his hand.

“You fuck.” He shouted, but the second blow landed on his stomach. I could hear the rib crack as he buckled.

“You want more?” I asked. Alice was hanging off my free arm.

“No.” He croaked.

“Go sit in the chair.” I demanded. “It’s your turn to watch a show.”

“Alice…don’t.” Cooper groaned, though he was following my orders, sliding into the chair next to her bed.

“Now, your little sister is free to make her own choices, Coop.” I said, running my hand down her side. Aren’t you, Alice?”

Alice smiled. “Yes, Kane.” She said, meeting her brother’s eyes.

“Alice.”

“No one said you were allowed to talk.” I said. “Alice here’s going to be a good little slut for me, and you’re going to watch every minute of it. You know how that works, right Coop?”

He didn’t respond. Alice did, though. She had said she loved acting, but she played it up better than I had ever imagined. “You can do anything you want with me, Kane. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum, as many times as you want…but I really want you to put a baby in me.”

“Alice!”

Cooper’s face rocked back with the next punch. It had been a light one, honestly. I didn’t want him to miss a minute.

“Show your brother that body, Alice.” I said. “Make it sexy.”

The petite brunette laughed. “He’s just my step-brother.”

“Either way.” I said. “Let’s see that little body move.”

Alice moved. Good lord, Alice moved. By the time she was on her knees sucking my cock, I wanted her body so badly I could scream. Nubile, athletic, gorgeous. Three easy words to describe the girl, and each one extended to her ability to extract pleasure from a man’s body. Cooper’s presence faded to the background for me, but it was nice knowing he was watching, as odd as that was. He didn’t make a sound. I barely even heard him breathing, though I did glance over there to make sure he was watching. He was.

“Damn, your sister’s pussy is so fucking tight, Coop.” I said, looking over her back at him as she bent over the desk, one leg cocked on its surface as I pistoned in and out of her tight, young flesh. I pulled on that long, black hair, turning her head so he could see the expression of deep-rooted passion in her eyes.

“Please, Kane. I want your cock in me so bad.” She whispered, but it was like she was saying it for his ears as well.

“I’m going to save this hot little ass for later. What do you think, Coop? Now or later. Either way, I’m going to make you watch me slide this cock up this tight little hole. Ever done that, Alice.”

The beautiful young thing whimpered in pleasure as I pressed my thumb against that tight button. “No, never. But I’ll do anything for you. It makes me wet just thinking about it.”

“Damn, your sister’s such a slut.” I said, laughing. “How old’s your mom, anyway?”

I laughed off his gruff look, still banging into Alice’s body, finally bringing her to a screaming orgasm as I shook the desk with each blow. I pulled that gorgeous hair back, bringing her almost to a standing position, still buried inside her. Reaching down, I hooked one knee, bringing it up high, letting him see my hard shaft violating her body. The second followed, and she squeaked in pleasure as I easily lifted her in the air. She threw her pretty head over my shoulder as I lifted her up and down on my cock, her bare feet fluttering in the air in front of Cooper’s angry eyes.

Amazed at the feeling that I could go on like that forever, I finally laid her body down on the arm of the chair, just inches from him as I grabbed those delicate ankles, my cock never for one moment slipping from her tight sheath.

“Fuck me, fuck me please!” Alice moaned, her eyes wanting nothing but my own. She had that look that I was starting to become very familiar with, one that I was sure I would be seeing a lot in my future, from one woman to the next.

“Your nephew is going to be my kid, Coop. How great is that?” I said, laughing, watching his eyes on my cock as I continued to rock his stepsister’s eager flesh. “We’ll be related. But if I ever get wind that there’s trouble, I’m going to find you and rip your fucking lungs out. Understood? The same goes if I hear that you’re treating anyone the same way you did me.”

Cooper honestly looked defeated, and I knew my work was done. Well, almost done. I still had one more promise to deliver on.

Alice came hard under my thrusting cock, her body bucking wildly as I drove her on and on, her moaning telling me the same things the other lovers I’d had repeated over and over. She was no different.

“I just need your cum in me, Kane.” She said, begging me with her eyes and that sexy, young voice. “I need you to fill me. I need you to own me.”

Those last words seemed to crush his spirit the most. I felt sorry for him, but it only lasted a minute. I did vow to not use whatever this was for evil, though that would only apply after this. Alice was loving it, just like the rest, but I was resolved not to become the man that I hated.

I didn’t even announce it to him. He must have known from her passionate sigh, as I started pumping my load into her body. It seemed to go on and on for an eternity, and she purred like a kitten as I watched it start seeping out of her body, past my throbbing shaft.

Epilogue

Degree in hand, I walked out of the administration building and into the bright, midday sun. College was behind me, and I had opted out of the whole graduation ceremony. Besides, there was a downside to what had happened. I seemed to magnetically draw women. Every woman, regardless of age, though it didn’t seem to affect those that were too young, thankfully. Was it a curse disguised as a blessing? I didn’t know then, and I haven’t really worked that out since, but what I can tell you, is that I enjoy the new life I’m leading.

I looked down at the phone buzzing in my hand. Marina. Second chance? Why not?

“Hey, Marina.” I said, accepting the call.

“Kane, I just want to tell you I’m sorry. Please don’t hang up.” She said, meekly.

“That’s all in the past.” I said, honestly. “Really. Water under the bridge. How are you?”

There was a long pause at the end of the line. “I’m okay, I guess. Cooper…”

“Cooper’s learned a lesson.” I told her. “I think he’s going to turn over a new leaf.”

“What? How?”

“We talked. I showed him how hurtful his behavior was, and I really think that he understood what I was saying.” I said, smiling at the receiver as I watched a pretty coed’s head turn to follow me passing her.

“Well, that’s great.” Marina said. “I’d really like to talk about us.”

“I think it’s too late for us, babe.” I said, watching the car pull up to the curb in front of me. “I mean, I’m not still mad at you. There’s that, but I think I need to move on.”

“Is there someone else?” She asked, after a long pause.

I tried not to laugh as the passenger door opened and a long, sexy leg hit the pavement. It was followed by Kennedy’s remarkable body as she opened the rear door for me. “No one in particular. I’m keeping my options open for now.”

I slid into the car, seeing Kirsten behind the wheel. Kennedy slid in next to me, her short, tight skirt riding high on those delicious thighs.

“Besides, it’s a new day, and it’s time to get on with the rest of my life.”

I could hear Marina swallow on the end of the line. “I understand, Kane. I’ll be here…you know, if you want to talk.”

Kennedy was already working my belt through the loops of my jeans as the car pulled into the street.

“You know, I might just take you up on that offer, but for now, I’m going to get out there.”

“I hope you find someone, Kane. Honestly. You’re a good guy, and you deserve it.”

I smiled as the lips went down over my shaft. “Thanks, Marina. Catch you later.”

Disconnecting the call, I put the phone next to me on the seat, running my fingers through Kennedy’s blonde hair.

“Oh, I’m pregnant.” Kirsten said, smiling back at me through the rear-view mirror. “Isn’t that great?”

“What about Kennedy?” I asked.

“Not yet. She’s a little jealous.” Kirsten replied, putting her eyes back on the road.

“Well, I’m sure it’s something we can work on. I hate to disappoint one of my girls.”

The sensations on my happy shaft increased in intensity. “Don’t worry, Kennedy, you’ll get yours. Where are we headed, Kirsten?”

“My parents’ house.” She said, merging onto the highway. “My mom and sister are anxious to meet you.”

I smiled. “Well, I’m anxious to meet them too.” I said.

She grinned. “I’m sure they’ll fall for you just like I have.” She said.

Pushing down on Kennedy’s beautiful head, I felt my cock slip into her talented throat.

“How long’s the drive?”

“About an hour.”

I thrust my hips deeper into the mouth engulfing me. “Perfect. Looks like we’ll have time to get a head start.”