Bully Takes Three

She dropped her cigarette and stomped it out with her heel, realizing who he was, then went back into her bungalow. Joseph, being a braggart, must have told her the tale of how he bedded a MILF named Tanya Welling when he was only 18 years old.

Clive also went back inside and kept peeking through the curtains, hoping to see Laurie return, but also wouldn't have minded if he spied Nessa heading to the beach in the nude. He might have felt a bit like a pervert, but he probably would've jerked off while watching her. How could he resist?

Finally, after another two hours, Laurie and Joseph made their way back.

Laurie seemed tipsy. "Joey, really, thank you so much for a wonderful time."

"No problem." He didn't appear as drunk, being a more experienced drinker.

Clive turned the lights out, so they couldn't see him from the outside.

"I'm still a little buzzed." She stretched out. "Hope I can sleep."

Joseph subtly glanced at her tits. "Sleep on the drive home."

"Well, Clive drove us here, so I was going to drive us back."

"Tell Milhouse that he has to drive back, too."

She raised an eyebrow. "Milhouse?"

"Yeah, that was his nickname in high school."

She bit her bottom lip. "I'd never tell him this, but that's really funny."

"He had a few other nicknames, but it would take too long to list them all."

"Was he bullied a lot?"

"Yeah, he had a few chances to defend himself, but he always pussed out."

Clive assumed that Laurie would slap Joseph for those unkind comments.

"Yeah, that's always been his problem," she lamented. "Not enough backbone."

Clive wondered how she could say that. It must have been the booze talking.

Meanwhile, Joseph saw his opening. He was going to belittle her husband.

"Hmm... Must be rough for you having a weak husband."

"Before I met him, I dated...well...guys like you. Tough guys."

Now, Joseph knew what she needed. "I bet they were all aggressive lovers?"

"Yeah, real aggressive. I think about them a lot when I'm in bed with Clive."

Laurie closed her eyes and seemed to be fantasizing. A blow to Clive's ego.

"How did you and Clive hook up in the first place?"

She quickly snapped out of her erotic trance.

"Oh, well, his timid baby deer persona was cute... thirteen years ago."

"Well, he may be a puny little wimp, but I wish you guys nothing but the best."

"Aww... Thanks. You're so sweet for such a macho, burly kinda man. Goodnight."

They hugged, he wrapped his strong arms around her, and she kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Nessa and I have a little bet going. Do you think her tits are real?"

Joseph still had Laurie in his arms as she felt his well developed biceps.

"Yeah, they look nice and natural."

"Okay." He was content with that response.

"Well, are they real? Now I'm a little curious."

"Go and ask her." He nodded to his bungalow. "She'll let you have a feel."

Laurie looked to bungalow thirteen. "No...no...I couldn't...umm...could I?"

"Sure, she loves blondes..." His hands slid down to her hips. "We both do."

"No...I shouldn't... It wouldn't be appropriate."

"Alright, but you're missing out..." He cupped her ass, giving her a jolt.

"I'm sure I am, Nessa's hot as hell, but I should get back to my husband."

He finally released her from his clutches. She hesitated before stepping back.

"Hey, before you go, if you don't mind me asking, are your tits real?"

"What?" Laurie chuckled. "Of course. Don't they look real?"

"I don't know..." He studied her chest carefully.

"I'm only a B-cup."

"Even a B-cup can be implants."

Laurie pulled her top down, exposing her perky tits.

"Well?" she asked. The ocean breeze made her nipples hard.

"Umm..." Joseph shrugged. "I'd really have to give them a feel."

"Okay... fair enough." She arched her back, offering him a feel.

He aggressively groped her tits, circling his thumb around her nipples.

She was clearly flustered by his touch. "Well...umm...how do they feel?"

"I'd really like to see them with my sweaty cock nestled between them."

Laurie became weak in the knees. "Oh, my, I don't know about that..."

"I'm only teasing you, pretty lady." Yet, he continued kneading her tits.

"Are those rumors true? About your...you know...umm...manhood?"

"What do you think? Do you believe my cock is really that big?"

She licked her lips, eying his bulge. "Seeing would be believing."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please..."

They embraced, with Laurie shoving her tongue down Joseph's throat. She was so hot for him. Her pussy was on fire. Clive heard them moaning into each other's mouth as their tongues wrestled. Joseph then started sucking on her nice tits, lapping his tongue around her hard nipples.

"Ohh...gawd...Joey...I want you so bad..."

She ravenously tore his shirt off and they resumed making out. He hiked up her skirt and removed her pink thong while she rubbed his erection through his jeans, eager to make him cum. Not breaking off their French kiss, they stumbled onto the reclining deck chair right outside bungalow twelve.

Laurie unzipped his fly and pulled his hard, purple-veined, cock out. She stroked it, kissed its mushroom head, then allowed him to penetrate her cunt gingerly. She was not accustomed to such girth, but the sight of Joseph's ten inch cock made Clive think of his mother. History was repeating itself.

"Oh my gawd...you're so thick..." she sighed.

"And you're so tight...I love it..." he bellowed.

"Mmm...but this is a mistake...what if my husband finds out?"

"Him? Fuck that little chump...Your tight pussy is mine tonight..."

She started bouncing on his cock. It didn't look like the deck chair would support them, but it did. He stuck his thumb in her mouth and she sucked on it. He fondled her tits, then Nessa exited bungalow thirteen with nothing but high heels and a bikini bottom on.

"Nessa...please...forgive me...I needed to feel him inside me..."

Though Laurie was apologizing to Nessa, she kept bucking her hips.

"No, don't be silly," Nessa assured her. "I want to fuck you as bad as he does..."

Nessa began to make out with Laurie while Laurie was still riding her boyfriend. This wasn't the first threesome for Joseph and Nessa. Laurie, on the other hand, was being thrilled by the biggest cock to ever penetrate her and a sinful dark haired sexpot, who was reminiscent of the girl she experimented with back in college.

Laurie had the first orgasm, but continued to ride Joseph. He reached up and fondled Nessa's tits as the ladies continued to make out feverously. Joseph began sucking on Nessa's tits while Nessa sucked on Laurie's tits.

"Ohh...shit...girls...I'm fucking cumming..." Joseph groaned as he came.

Joseph then pulled out and his hefty load ran down the inside of Laurie's leg.

The ladies stripped naked, then Laurie laid back in the chair. Nessa sat between her legs as Joseph fucked her from behind. Nessa sucked on Laurie's tits some more as Laurie manipulated her own clit with two fingers.

"Mmm...this is so hot..." Laurie cried. "Cheating on my husband feels so good..."

Laurie started to play with her own tits, pinching and tweaking her hard nipples as Nessa took over fingering her tight snatch. The ladies enjoyed each other tits for several minutes, then both had powerful orgasms.

"Fuck...get ready...I'm gonna cum again..." Joseph hollered.

"Yeah...give it to me...you stud...cum inside me," Nessa begged.

Joseph grimaced and sprayed hot cum deep into Nessa's waiting pussy.

"Does my boyfriend fuck better than your husband?" Nessa asked Laurie.

"Absolutely," Laurie cooed. "Thank you for sharing him and his big cock."

"The pleasure was all mine, lovely... Have you ever tried anal?"

Laurie was still mesmerized by Joseph's semi-flaccid cock. "Never."

"Would you like my boyfriend to fuck you up the ass with his big hard cock?"

Laurie was salivating as Nessa stroked his shaft. "God, yes, more than anything."

All three retired to bungalow thirteen. The three-way lasted until the dawn. At one point, Clive snuck up to their sliding glass door and spied on them. He saw his wife riding Joseph reverse cowgirl-style, while Nessa sat on his face at he ate her pussy. Nessa also reached around and cupped Laurie's tits.

Clive felt the need to masturbate, but hotel security comically chased him away.

Joseph was having a much better time. He smoked weed while he filmed Laurie and Nessa scissoring in bed with his camera phone. He also cheered them on as Nessa grinded her pussy into Laurie's, holding Laurie's leg in the air.

"Don't be afraid to make noise, ladies! I want to the entire hotel to hear you!"

They did as he wanted, screaming their heads off, bringing each other to orgasm.

Joseph then took a nap to recharge his batteries while the ladies showered together. He was woken up a half hour later by Laurie sucking his cock while Nessa tongued his balls. He enjoyed yanking both blonde and dark hair at the same time. An ego boost.

***

Laurie insisted that she and Clive give Joseph and Nessa a ride to the airport in the morning. Clive drove with Joseph sitting shotgun. The ladies made out in the back during the entire drive. Joseph watched through the rear view mirror, but he called Clive a pervert anytime that he would try stealing a glance.

Laurie said her goodbyes in front of the terminal while Clive waited in the car. They said nothing to each other on the long drive home, but Laurie looked totally fulfilled on both a physical and an emotional level. Clive swallowed his pride, writing this off as a one time fling since they would never see Joseph and Nessa again.

A few weeks later, Clive turned around on his way to work because he had forgotten some vital paperwork in his home office. He searched the whole house, but Laurie was nowhere to be found. Her car was in the driveway, so she must have been back from dropping their daughter off at school.

He went into the kitchen, where he could see directly into their neighbor's kitchen. Clive never spied on their neighbor before, but could hear a man groaning loudly. He took a peek and saw Laurie in Walter's kitchen, on her knees, giving him a blowjob. He clutched her blonde hair as her head bobbed. This was no one time fling.

Laurie demanded an arrangement where Clive would take Catherine and Walter's two daughters to the movies or to the mall every Saturday afternoon, so that she and Walter could screw around in either house, making as much noise as they wanted.

Every Saturday night, the girls would have a slumber party in Clive and Laurie's basement while Laurie and Walter went skinny-dipping in Walter's pool. After their swim, they would fuck in Walter's hot tub. During weekdays, when Clive was at work and girls were at school, Laurie and Walter could do as they pleased.

Laurie liked when Walter fucked her on the desk in Clive's home office. She never bothered with Clive anymore. Nessa emailed Laurie some racy photos of herself, so Laurie forwarded them to her husband, giving him her permission to masturbate.

Eventually, Laurie and Catherine moved in with Walter's family.

Laurie and Clive divorced and sold their house.

Clive moved in with his mother, who was now 56, and her 29 year old boyfriend, Carlos. Clive also had to baby-sit all the girls when Laurie and Walter married and went on their honeymoon. Laurie emailed Clive racy photos of herself taken in the honeymoon suite, cruelly giving him her permission to masturbate.

***

Chapter Three -- 2023

Clive Welling, 43 years old, was living with his girlfriend, Bonnie Mackey, a 40 year old hair dresser. They have been dating for three years. She too had a divorce under her belt, so they decided to just live together and not bother with marriage.

Unfortunately, Clive was recently laid off. His superiors wanted someone younger and more dynamic in his prominent position. Relations have been awkward with Bonnie ever since. Almost as if she lost respect for him because he accepted the severance package without fighting for his career.

They were returning from grocery shopping when they spotted Jorge Sanchez, a 19 year old burn out who lived down the block in some halfway house, loitering in their driveway. Clive was cautious as he exited his vehicle.

"Good afternoon, Jorge," he said with a smile. "May I help you?"

"Hola, Mr. Clive. I like to earn bucks by helping you with odd jobs?"

Jorge was handsome, but did sport a scar on the right side of his face.

"Sorry, we don't really need any help around the house."

Bonnie exited the car, more than pleased to help Jorge.

"Jorge, you carry the groceries inside for twenty dollars."

"Gracias, Miss Bonnie." He hurried over to the car and started collecting the bags. "You are so very nice and pretty." Bonnie escorted Jorge to the front door, beaming, and opened it for him. She lead him into the house, then Clive pulled her aside.

"Twenty dollars for something we can do ourselves?" he asked discreetly.

"It's better that we help him before he goes out and starts selling drugs."

"Yeah, I guess." Clive watched as Jorge assisted Bonnie in unpacking the bags. She made it her mission to find ways for Jorge to help out around the house. He became their new pool boy, which was good because they couldn't afford their regular service anymore.

Bonnie and Jorge also started doing the grocery shopping together. She told Clive that he didn't need to bother with running mundane errands, so he could spend his days seeking new employment, which was something easier said than done.

Clive was concerned because Jorge looked at Bonnie the same way that Joseph Corasi use to look at his mother, Tanya, who was now 66, but dating a 34 year old painter named Roberto. They met while Tanya was traveling across Europe.

Clive's daughter, Catherine, was now 18 and just a couple months away from graduating high school. She was stressing out because she was worried about not having enough community service on her college applications.

She lives with her mother and step-father, bit visited Clive several times a week. They have a great relationship. A strong bond. Clive poured his lovely daughter a glass of lemonade, then they sat down in the kitchen to discuss her college prospects.

"So, I hope you're not still freaking out?" he asked.

"Well, I have good reason to freak out."

He took his daughter by the hand to calm her.

"Dear, you're going to be accepted into a great college."

"I hope... At least I have the community service problem solved."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, City Hall has a program where you sign up visit with people who have been injured or something and have trouble getting out and socializing. So, you go and have coffee with them, or take them for a walk in the park, or just sit and talk with them in their home. Whatever they want."

Clive seemed impressed. "Hmm... Sounds like a good program to participate in."

"Yeah, it's usually reserved for retired cops and firefighters, or war veterans, but the guy I was assigned to wasn't any of those things. He was in a traffic accident with a city bus a year ago and hurt his back. He sued the city and part of the settlement was that he gets to be included in the program."

Clive rolled his eyes. "Well, that's not the same as being a firefighter."

"No, of course not, but I still get credit for the community service."

"When do you start?"

"I'm going over to his house on Friday after school for an intro."

"Well, I hope this turns out to be a rewarding experience for you."

"Thank you, daddy." She hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.

Even though she would soon be attending college, she was still his little girl.

The next day, Bonnie and Jorge were out shopping for hours. Clive was outside, watering the plants with a sour expression on his face as Bonnie's car finally pulled into their driveway. She exited, carrying posh department store bags.

"The plants are withering," Clive pointed out. "Isn't Jorge suppose to water them?"

"Well, he was helping me all day, so I just dropped him off at the halfway house."

"Where where you two?" He examined the bags. "The mall?"

"Yep."

"What did you get?"

"A new bathing suit and a few other things to wear over the summer."

"What kind of bathing suit?"

"A green string bikini."

"And what did you need Jorge for?"

"Well, I tried on a few and modeled them for him."

Clive was not happy about that. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, he was a big help. He said I looked sexiest in green."

"Bonnie, don't you think that was a little inappropriate?"

"Honey, be mature about this. You always get so jealous."

Clive stammered. "No...more so than any other man."

"Besides, you'll get to watch me sunbathing in this sexy bikini all summer long."

Bonnie kissed him on the lips before she took her bags inside. The sex that night was incredible. Whenever Bonnie spent the day with Jorge, she treated Clive to a wild roll in the proverbial hay.

She was horny almost constantly as she spent more and more time with young Jorge.

Clive saw Catherine again on Sunday afternoon. She loved hockey, so they had a tradition of watching games together, even though he had little interest in sports. They sat on the sectional sofa in the living room, she wore her lucky oversized jersey, and they watched the game on a big screen TV. Bonnie was out antiquing with Jorge.

"So, how's things with Bonnie?" Catherine asked. "Still madly in love?"

"Sure." Clive stayed focused on the game, hoping she had no follow up questions.

"Where'd she hurry to before?"

"Antiquing. It's her new hobby."

"Sounds fun. Do you ever go with her?"

"No, she has a friend that she goes with."

"Who?"

He didn't want to mention Jorge. "Just a friend from down the block."

Catherine could tell that he wanted to avoid this topic, so she let it go.

"So, how's your volunteer work going?" he asked.

"Great, the guy was pretty cool."

"What did you do with him?"

"Just sat and talked. Got to know one another."

"Hmm... Did he have anything interesting to say?"

"Only that I'm not the first girl they assigned him. The first girl had a crush on him."

"Really? How old is he?" Clive had assumed that she was babysitting an elderly man.

"43, same as you."

"And what happened with the girl?"

"He made a call, complaining that she was making him uncomfortable."

"Shame. Young naïve girl. I guess they kicked her out of the program?"

"Yeah, but it worked out great for me." Catherine's team scored, so she applauded.

"What's this guy's name?"

"Umm... Mr. Joseph Corasi."

Clive flipped out. "What!? No!? You need to quit! Don't go back there!"

Catherine was startled. "Whoa, daddy, what's wrong? Why are you yelling?"

Clive got up and shut the TV. "I know this man."

Catherine was confused. "How?"

"We went to high school together."

"Daddy, that was a long time ago."

"Well, we crossed paths again years later and..." Clive trailed off.

"What?"

"Before your mother and I split up... she had an affair with Joseph Corasi."

"Oh, my, but maybe this is someone different with the same name?"

"Is he covered with prison tattoos?"

"Yes."

"Then, 99%, it's him."

"But, I need this for my community service."

"Tell the charity people to reassign you to someone else."

"They'll want a good reason. I can't say that he fucked my mom."

Clive cringed. "Please, dear, don't use that language around me."

"Sorry, but let me talk to Mr. Corasi and we'll work something out."

Clive shook his head emphatically. "Dear, no, stay away from him."

"I can't quit and he can't fire me or I won't get the credit for my applications."

"Catherine, I know this is very important to you, so I'll go and talk to him."