0 comments/ 114501 views/ 104 favorites Bully Takes Three By: remnick13 Three chapters spanning twenty five years. Female characters are inspired as followed. Tanya Welling... Kim Basinger Laurie Welling... Elizabeth Banks Vanessa Taylor... Megan Fox Bonnie Mackey... Leslie Mann Catherine Welling... Anna Kendrick All characters are 18 years of age or older. *** Chapter One -- 1998 Clive Welling, 18 years old, was weeks away from his high school graduation. However, he could not enjoy his impending freedom. High school was and is pure hell for him, but even worse was that his parents had recently separated. He was given no good explanation other than they had "grown apart." His 53 year old father, Robert, was now living at a lavish hotel across town, which he could easily afford, being a highly successful defense attorney. He didn't have to lodge at a rundown motel like most other men booted out of their homes by an angry wife. Clive remained in his childhood home with his 41 year old mother, Tanya. She was just a tad bit ditzy, starting out as her husband's 20 year old trophy wife back in 1977. Tanya made up for her lack of smarts by being a truly wonderful mother. Kind and nurturing. Clive was much closer with her than he was with his father. She was his best friend. Tanya was always distressed that Clive had virtually no friends his own age, so in 1997, Clive decided to put her at ease by paying Joseph Corasi to pose as his chum. Joseph was actually one of many bullies Clive had growing up, but one who was hard up for cash. His family was always broke, and what little disposable income they had was usually spent on weed, so he accepted Clive's offer. Joseph's jeep pulled up to the Welling residence, which while not big enough to qualify as a mansion, was an extravagant abode. Multiple car garage, a massive swimming pool, and gardens that needed to be tended by a whole squadron of landscapers. Joseph honked his horn, bitter towards this luxurious lifestyle. Clive exited the house in a hurry, carrying his backpack, not wanting to irk Joseph by making him wait. Joseph scowled at Clive as he approached the jeep. Then, Tanya stepped out onto the balcony above, waving goodbye, wearing only a silk robe. "Have a good day, sweetie," she shouted. "Mommy loves you." Clive was so embarrassed by her coddling. "Yeah, okay, see you later." Joseph craned his neck for a better view of her. "Good morning, Mrs. Welling." "Good morning, Joseph. Excited about graduation?" He coolly removed his shades, admiring her tanned legs. "Absolutely." Clive knew that Joseph was attending summer school and not graduating on time. "You boys have a good day." Tanya went back inside as Joseph stared at her ass. Clive climbed into the jeep, peeved that this hooligan was ogling his mother. "Come on, let's go already," he said, dangerously close to raising his voice. Joseph shook his head. "It's Friday. Payday. Where's my money, bitch?" "No, not here," he pleaded. "My mom might see." "She went back inside, asshole." Joseph spoke with contempt. Clive sighed and forked over $20, half of his weekly allowance. "Rich little pussy," Joseph grumbled as he stuffed the cash into his jeans. It was a usual crummy day at school for Clive. Shoved around by guys and ignored by girls. The closest thing he had to a genuine friend was a weirdo named Glenn Harris. Before Clive hired Joseph, Glenn was invited over to the Welling household. He was caught looking at Tanya's underwear in the hamper and banned from the house by Robert. Clive and Glenn sat together at lunch. "Dude, I don't get it," said Glenn. "What?" Clive had forgiven Glenn for peeping at his mom's underwear. "How come you can't get a girlfriend with all your money?" "I wouldn't want to date a girl who's only interested in money." "Man, you really suck. If I had money, do you know who I'd bang?" Clive threw his spork down. "If you say my mom, I'll kick your ass." "No, I mean, yeah, your mom's hot, but I was gonna say Miss Perez." Clive chuckled. "The Spanish teacher?" "Yeah, she looks like the chick from that terrible Zorro movie." "Catherine Zeta-Jones?" Glenn closed his eyes and fantasized. "Yeah, Catherine Zeta-Jones." "Sorry, but even with money, you couldn't nail Miss Perez." "But, graduation's coming up." Clive was at a loss. "So? What does that matter?" "We won't be teacher and student anymore. Just two consenting adults." "Keep dreaming, buddy." Lunch was over, so they got up to bus their trays. Joseph and Clive didn't say a word to each other on the ride back home. Joseph parked in front of the Welling residence. Clive exited the jeep, but Joseph lingered, hoping for another peek at Tanya. He was rewarded for his patience as she jogged outside in her form-fitting spandex gym attire. "Wait, Joseph, don't go yet," she shouted as her tits bounced. "Hey, Mrs. Welling." He put his shades on. "What's going on?" "I wanted to invite you over for dinner tonight." Clive started showing symptoms of a panic attack. "Really?" Joseph wore his shades so to gawk at her tits on the sly. "Sure, you're Clive's best friend and you'll be graduating soon." "Yeah, I'm real melancholy about having to close this chapter." Clive was always amazed by how easily Joseph could bullshit. "I know the feeling. I was young once too, believe it or not." "Please, Mrs. Welling, don't be so modest." She found his juvenile flattery to be cute. "Modest?" "When we first met, I thought you were Clive's sister." "Aww... Such a charmer you are. Breaking hearts yet?" Joseph shrugged. "No, I'm a little bashful around girls." "Just like Clive. You boys have so much in common." Clive was mortified by this conversation between his mother and his bully. Meanwhile, Joseph struggled to not laugh. "Yeah, that's what I love about him." "So, dinner at eight' o'clock?" she asked. "That's fine with me. Should I bring the wine?" he teased. "We have a wine cellar. Since it's a celebration, I'll let you boys have a sip." "Wow, a whole sip of wine, you're the coolest mom ever, Mrs. Welling." Again, Joseph was bullshitting her. He got wasted every other night. Tanya held her index finger to her pouty lips. "Just don't tell your parents." Joseph was so nonchalant. "My lips are sealed. See you at eight, Mrs. Welling." She placed her hand on his hairy forearm. "Sweetie, please, call me Tanya." Joseph lowered his shades. "Tanya? I like that." Then, he shot her a wink. The jeep pulled away and Tanya jogged back inside. Clive was nauseous. Joseph called the house a half hour later, asking to speak with Clive. "I want fifty bucks for tonight." It was an outrageous demand. "What? No way. I don't even want you here tonight." "Too bad. You're mom invited me." Clive could hear hip hop music blasting on the other end of the line. "I'll just tell her that you're sick." "Then, she'll invite me over next week." Clive cringed. "Damn, you're probably right." "Look, bitch, let's just get this dinner over with." "Fine, but after I graduate, this arrangement is over." "Great, I never want to see your ugly face again." Joseph quickly hung up. Joseph returned at a quarter to eight, looking spiffy. Tanya, wearing an apron over her long floral blouse and mom jeans, greeted him with a hug and peck on his cheek. This was the exact moment Clive descended the staircase, catching Joseph smelling his mother's perfume. Tanya and Joseph chatted over dinner. Clive sat silently, barely touching his food. Tanya didn't take notice of her son's gloominess, having too much fun conversing with Joseph. She hadn't lit up the room with her smile like this since she asked her husband to move out. "You have a lovely home, Mrs. Welling." "Silly goose, I told you call me Tanya." "Oh, right, Tanya, did you decorate the house yourself?" "Yes, thank you for noticing. I worked hard at creating the proper décor." "I don't know much about art, but that's a pretty painting in the living room." She turned her head and he craned his neck, trying to peek down her blouse. "Thank you. My husband use to have a picture of me above the fireplace." "Well, why wouldn't he? You're a gorgeous woman." Clive wanted to stab Joseph in the eye with his fork. "It was an old modeling photo of me from like 1983." "You were a model? Why does that not surprise me?" "Yeah, I was in a few magazines, even after I had a child." Tanya beamed at her son, who forced a chipper smile in return. "Why did you give it up?" Joseph asked, wanting her focus on him. She shrugged. "My husband wanted me at home and not traveling." "Too bad. It's a real shame. I mean, you could've been famous." "Who knows, but Robert kept the picture up to make his buddies jealous." "And I'm sure it worked." Joseph gave Clive the crook eye, taunting him. Tanya left them alone just once, when she went down to the wine cellar. Joseph grabbed Clive by the back of his neck. "I want my money, bitch!" Clive squirmed. "I don't have it on me..." Joseph applied more pressure. "Why the fuck not!?" "It's up in my room. I'll give it to you before you leave." "You better or I'll steal something!" Joseph released Clive before Tanya returned. Tanya selected a bottle of red wine. They adjourned to the living room and toasted to graduation. Tanya put on some jazz music and asked her son to dance with her. Clive declined, but immediately regretted the decision as Joseph volunteered to dance with his mother. Tanya wriggled her hips as Joseph wrapped his arm around the small of her back. "Been so long since I was held by a big strong man," she teased. "You're a wonderful dancer, Mrs. Welling... I mean, Tanya." They were pressed against each other as their bodies swayed. "Thank you, sweetie. I love to dance, but my husband..." "What?" Her eyes swelled. "I don't want to discuss him anymore." "Neither do I..." he whispered in her ear, making her blush. This slow dance was inappropriately becoming a bump and grind. He placed his thumb on her chin, as if to plant a kiss on her soft lips. "Tanya?" She was breathing heavily. "Yes?" "You are so very beautiful," he said as his hand slid down her stomach. "That means a lot... coming from handsome young man such as yourself." Clive watched them dry humping, but the room was spinning from his point of view. Little does he know, but Joseph slipped ipecac into his wine. A substance which can induce vomiting. He ran to the bathroom. Tanya, flustered, broke off the dance and followed. Joseph ginned slyly. "What's the matter, Clive?" she asked as her son vomited into the toilet bowl. Joseph came up behind her. "It must have been the wine." "What was I thinking? I made him sick. I feel terrible." "Hey, it's a right of passage to get sick the first time you drink." Those words didn't make her feel much better. "Yeah, I suppose." Clive flushed the toilet, but he still had more of his dinner to expel. "I'm feeling a bit tipsy myself," Joseph added. Phase two of his scheme. "Oh, then you shouldn't drive home. You can spend the night here." Clive couldn't believe his ears. He hoped that he was hallucinating. "I wouldn't want to impose, Mrs. Welling... I mean, Tanya." "No, not at all. You can sleep in the lounge. The couch folds out." "Thank you so much." He was playing innocent. "You're so very kind." They hugged again, with Tanya kissing Joseph on his cheek once more. "Aww... Joseph, you're practically part of the family. You're always welcome." They were still embracing one other as Joseph kissed Tanya on her cheek. "Thanks... I'll go call my folks and let them know that I'm staying over." "Sure thing, sweetie," she said before she kissed him on his cheek again. Clive had staggered over to the sink and watched them through the mirror. Joseph kissed Tanya one last time, practically on the lips, before he finally backed off. She turned to her son, allowing Joseph to check out her ass before he disappeared into the lounge. Tanya helped Clive to his room and assisted him as he changed into his pajamas. He threw up again, into his wastepaper basket. There was a knock at the door and Tanya let Joseph know that it was okay to enter. "Tanya, I'm so sorry, but I think I broke the fold out couch." "Are you sure?" Tanya asked as he tucked Clive into his bed. "Yeah, I must have pulled on it too hard and the frame cracked." "Oh, well, don't worry about it, sweetie. It was an old couch anyway." Joseph was committed to his nice guy routine. "Still, I feel like a jerk." "You can sleep in the guest room. It's right next to my bedroom." Joseph felt the blood rushing to his cock. "Okay." Clive stared up at his mother, too weak to protest. "In fact, I'm going to take a shower now. There's no TV in the guest room, but you can watch TV in my room while I'm in the shower." Tanya leaned down to kiss her son on the forehead. Joseph was able to steal a glance down her blouse. "Feel better, sweetie. I'll make you some oatmeal in the morning." Joseph did his best to conceal his shit-eating grin as Tanya passed him. "Yeah, cool, I'm not that tired yet. I like to watch TV before bed." He then grabbed $50 off of the dresser. The theft went undetected as Tanya flipped the lights off. The door was shut, but Clive could still hear them conversing in the hallway. "We need to find you some pajamas," he heard his mother say. "No, no need. I always sleep in my boxers," was his bully's reply. "Oh, okay, whatever makes you feel more comfortable, sweetie." Clive was enraged that Joseph was being called "sweetie" by his mother. "Too bad we didn't get to finish that dance," Joseph lamented. "No, sweetie, I'm all danced out... My feet are kinda sore." Clive was relieved that Joseph was out of excuses to touch Tanya. "Would you like a foot rub?" he asked brazenly. "I'm a talented masseuse." "Hmm...maybe...but after my shower, sweetie," was her tentative response. At least she didn't give him a definite answer. It was disorienting, but several minutes later, Clive could hear his mother's TV playing and also the shower running. He tried hard to stay awake, but kept drifting off. When he finally snapped out of his daze, he saw on his alarm clock that it was forty five minutes later. Silence. He walked unsteadily into the hallway. The door to the guest room was wide open. The room was dark and unoccupied. However, there was a light emanating from underneath the door to his mother's bedroom. He listened and heard his mother moaning softly. "Mmm...Joseph...you have such strong hands..." she sighed. She must have consented to that foot rub. Even though he was dizzy and sweating profusely, Clive needed to see for himself. He went out onto the balcony through the window in the guest room. He threw up over the railing and into the bushes below. Then, he rallied and made his way to his mother's bedroom window. He peeked through the curtains and his world came crashing down. Tanya shoved Joseph down onto the bed. He reached for her robe, but she playfully slapped his hands away. She undid the sash and opened the robe herself, revealing black lace bra and panties. She then unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chiseled abdomen. The strap of her bra was hanging off her left shoulder. "Tanya, I have to confess... I broke the fold out couch on purpose." "I know you did, you naughty boy, and I'm so glad that you did." She let her robe fall on the floor behind her, then he helped her off with her panties. Clive quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to see his mother's bush. Joseph groped Tanya's breasts while she still wore her bra. She then unclasped the bra and tossed it away, allowing him to suckle on her bare tits. They then kissed on the lips while he cupped her ass cheeks. Tanya pushed him down again and straddled him. She kissed her way down his abdomen, then she undid his fly while he tossed his shirt away. Her golden blonde hair obstructed the view as her head bobbed in his lap, but Clive still knew that his mother was giving Joseph a blowjob. "Ohh...fuck...Tanya...you suck my cock so good..." he groaned. Joseph palmed the back of Tanya's head as she bobbed faster. She must have been a skilled cock sucker because Joseph pulled his own air, gasping for breath, until he let out a mighty bellow. She then came up for air, took a big gulp, swallowing his hefty load, and wiped her mouth clean. "Mmm... How was that, baby?" she asked. "Ohh...wow...Tanya...it was fucking amazing..." Clive now saw Joseph's exposed member, which even while semi-flaccid, was still an impressive eight thick inches long. His mother then climbed on top of Joseph and sat on his face. This when Clive realized that his mother was smiling at a video camera propped up on her dresser. Why was she filming this? "That's good...baby...ohh...gawd...yes...Joseph...east my pussy..." Tanya grinded into Joseph's face as his tongue swirled in her hot and sopping pussy. The sensation was driving her wild. She didn't know what to do with her hands. She clawed at the bed sheets, pinched and tweaked her hard nipples, and tugged on his hair. She then reached back and stroked his cock until he was nice and hard again. She used her left hand to jerk him off. She still wore her wedding ring. Now at full mass, Joseph's immense cock was over ten inches long. "Mmm...yes...yes...Joseph...make me cum...baby...make me cum..." She continued jerking him off until she had her own explosive orgasm. "Mmm...that was wonderful...but I need more of your big hard cock..." Tanya scooted back and impaled herself with his sizeable cock. They held hands as she began to ride him and her big tits bounced. The bed frame was creaking and the headboard was thumping hard against the wall. He gripped her hips while she dug her fingernails into his torso. "Oh my gawd...you're so much bigger than my husband..." she cooed. Tanya arched her back and whipped her hair. Clive was feeling his own cock stiffen at this point. Tanya leaned forward and Joseph motor-boated her tits. "Mmm...Joseph...my husband never fucked me this good..." Tanya picked up the pace, riding him until they both climaxed. "Ohh...wow...Tanya... I've been wanting to fuck you for so long..." "That's so sweet, baby," she replied. "I hope it was worth the wait..." They weren't done yet as Tanya got on her knees and Joseph penetrated her from behind, fucking her doggy-style. He was fucking her hard and their flesh smacked together as she met his every thrust. She alternated between looking back over her shoulder at Joseph and smiling at the camera like a vixen. "Yes! Yes! Joseph! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Like a real man!" She licked her lips, then he leaned forward to kiss her. This time, their tongues met sensually. He continued pounding her, his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy as her ass cheeks jiggled. She had another orgasm, but he wasn't spent yet. He fucked her for several more minutes, giving her a third mind blowing orgasm. "Gawd...Joseph...you're the greatest lover I've ever had..." "Your husband never gave you three orgasms in one night?" "He barely ever gave me one... He wasn't a stud like you, baby." Clive's father would be mortified if he ever watched this sex tape. The headboard was putting dents in wall as they fucked like minks. Soon, Joseph's cock swelled. "Ohh...fuck...Tanya...I'm gonna cum..." "Mmm...yes...give it to me...fill me with your hot cum...baby..." she cried. He shot his load inside her, then they collapsed and made out like a pair of horny teenagers. Tanya went over to the camera after Joseph laid back to catch his breath. She knelt in front of the camera, giving herself a close-up with her napping 18 year old lover in the background. Bully Takes Three "Robert, I hope you enjoyed fucking your whore secretary," she said to her estranged husband. "Because I'm gonna screw every guy in town and let them all know that you have the smallest dick in this zip code." Clive was shocked. He had no idea that his father had committed adultery. Tanya invited Joseph over tonight looking for a revenge fuck. All of Joseph scheming was unnecessary as she would have fucked him no matter what. Tanya left the tape running as she crawled back into bed and started sucking Joseph off in his sleep, winking at the camera with her lips wrapped around this young man's cock. Clive went back to his bedroom, and though he was ill on both a physical and emotional level, his erection was throbbing and he had to masturbate. *** Clive understood his mother's need to get back at his father for an alleged infidelity, but he wished that she had screwed someone other than Joseph. Maybe she could've picked up a guy at a bar? Hell, she could have banged one of the gardeners. But, he was the one who brought the bully into their lives. Tanya was too decent of a person to have relations with a punk like Joseph, but had no idea because Clive had painted him as loyal friend. Clive created a facade, which then turned around and stuck its dick into his mother, giving her multiple orgasms that fateful night. Clive ended the arrangement with Joseph before graduation and started taking the bus to school for those last few weeks. Joseph didn't kick his ass or anything, but he did brag to everyone in school about fucking Mrs. Welling, humiliating Clive. Both of Clive's parents attended the graduation ceremony, which was awkward enough with their tension and all the guys checking out his mother, then she asked where Joseph was. Clive told her that Joseph would have to make up courses over the summer to graduate. She was surprised to hear that because she assumed Joseph was a diligent student like Clive. Tanya and Robert never reconciled. Clive had his suspicions that his mother was carrying on with Joseph in secret. He even found a used condom in the backseat of her car on the day before he went off to college. Tanya was going to be all alone in a big house, but she would likely have no trouble finding a man to keep her company. *** Chapter Two -- 2013 Clive Welling, 33 years old, skipped out on his ten year high school reunion, but his wife of nine years, Laurie, has been pestering him to attend the upcoming fifteen year reunion. Clive never gave her any specific reasons for snubbing the ten year. He took advantage of the fresh start that was college, meeting Laurie in the second semester of his sophomore year in 2000. Laurie Duncan, as she was known at the time, was attracted to his introverted and dorky personality. She took his virginity, then they dated exclusively, were engaged in 2003, and married in 2004. They had their first and thus far only child, Catherine, in 2005. Clive never told his wife about his high school bully hooking up with his mother. That is why he refused to attend the ten year reunion. Joseph Corasi had told everyone in school that he nailed the town's most eligible and desirable MILF, Tanya Welling. Clive's former classmates were probably wise enough to avoid the subject in front of him and Laurie, but he knew that they would be gossiping about it behind their backs. He didn't want to be embarrassed. Still, Laurie nagged him a lot about the fifteen year reunion, unaware of his concerns. Laurie folded laundry in their bedroom while Clive tried watching TV. She shook her head. "Honey, I just don't understand." He shrugged. "Sorry, I don't feel like going. It's no big deal." "But, why not? Don't you want to see all of your old friends?" "No, not really." He didn't want to admit that he had very few friends. She displayed one of her thongs. "But, we had so much fun at my reunion." Clive was entranced, so incredibly turned on by his wife's underwear. "Because, Laurie, you went to school with fun loving people." She snickered. "No, I had bunch of jerks in my high school too, but that was fifteen years ago. The people you met at my reunion were nicer and more mature versions of the ones I went to school with. I bet you'll be shocked by how well you get along with folks who you didn't care for when you were a teenager." He was desperate to talk her out of this. He vowed to never return to his hometown after his mother moved away. "I don't know. It's a long drive. We'd have to check into a hotel and spend the night. Who'll watch Catherine?" Bringing up their daughter was his best effort to dissuade her. "Walter." She was referring to their neighbor, a divorced father of two. "Hmm... Wouldn't that be an imposition for him?" Clive hoped it would. "No, he loves Catherine. We use to carpool to t-ball. He's a great dad." "Well, you know how I feel about it. Do you really want to go?" She took the remote control and shut the TV. "Yes." "But, honey, why is this so important to you?" "I think it's important that you go." Laurie climbed into the bed and snuggled with her husband. "You never talk about that time in your life. Like your avoiding something." "Well, you know, that's around the time my parents split up." "I know, and that must have been hard for you, but you should go to the reunion and have great time. Let everyone know that you're a big success with an adoring wife and daughter." "Well..." He was starting to falter. She lovingly nibbled on his earlobe, making his dick twitch. "Okay, I guess we can go. It might actually be fun to flaunt you." "Maybe they'll even have an award for the nerd with the sexiest wife?" She straddled him and they made out until Catherine called for her mommy. Clive and Laurie left Catherine with Walter McMillan and his two daughters. Clive wasn't as well acquainted with this Walter as Laurie was, but she assured him that Catherine was in good hands. They drove to the hotel across the street from the convention hall where the reunion was. The trip took just under two hours. It was beachside hotel, so they spent a little extra money to rent a bungalow. Clive was more looking forward to returning to the bungalow after the reunion than the reunion itself because Laurie was always a bit more amorous on vacations. He put on a sport coat while she exited the bathroom in a peplum top and a leather mini-skirt. His jaw dropped. "Wow...honey...that's a little revealing." "That's the point." She struck a pose. "To make guys envious of you." He could even discern her nipples through the material of her top. "Umm... are you not wearing a bra?" "Nope." "Are you wearing panties?" She started hiking up her skirt. "Just a thong." He was salivating. "What color?" He hoped for a peek. "Pink." She lowered her skirt, leaving it to his imagination. "My favorite." "I know, I wore it for you." They then embraced with a passionate kiss. They weren't they only couple enjoying their bungalow experience. Cries of passion were heard next door. A woman was screaming her head off and begging for more. It sounded almost like a porno. Clive and Laurie laughed at their bedside lamp rattling from the vibration of their neighbor's headboard thumping against the wall. "And you didn't want to come," Laurie quipped. "There's no sex like bungalow sex." Sadly, it was now time to go. Clive's erection was disregarded, but Laurie promised to make it up to him later. They went to the convention hall and mingled with people at the reunion. He did his best to socialize, but his wife was the life of the party. People hardly seemed to remember him, but all thought that she was great company. Clive was glad that nobody really remembered him, so hopefully that meant no one remembered he was the one with the hot mom. He and Laurie ended up at a table with Glenn Harris, his old buddy with an eccentric personality. Clive was happy to see Glenn. He was always good for a laugh. "So, how long have you guys been married?" Glenn asked. "Nine years," Clive stated before giving his wife a smooch. "Man, that's really great. I'm proud of you, Clive." "Thanks a lot. It's really good to see you, Glenn." "Glenn, are you seeing anyone?" Laurie asked. Glenn shrugged. "No, I'm a member of the lonely hearts club." Laurie sympathized. "Well, maybe you'll meet someone tonight." "Yeah, maybe Miss Perez is here," Clive said in jest. "You had a big crush on her." "I doubt that," Glenn explained. "She had a baby the year you left for college. It was revealed that the father was one of the kids she taught in summer school. He was over eighteen, but technically still a student, so she was fired. She left town in disgrace." "What about the father?" Laurie asked. "He ditched her." Laurie was disgusted. "Bastard." "The odd thing was that she still loved him." "How do you know?" Clive asked. "I read an interview she did in some supermarket tabloid." Laurie shook her head. "How could she love him even after he abandoned her?" "She said that he was an amazing lover. He stirred some passion within her that she never knew existed prior. And that's coming from a Latina. She said that she knew no other man would ever pleasure her the way he did. "How could she be so sure of that?" Laurie asked. "He had big fuck-stick and apparently knew how to use it." "Who was the kid?" Clive asked. Glenn struggled to remember the name. "Joseph...something Italian." Clive was stunned. "Joseph Corasi?" "Oh, that's right, you were friends with him." "Honey, how could you be friends with a kid like that?" Laurie asked. "No, I wasn't friends with him." Clive became defensive. "He lived nearby and we commuted to school together." Speak of the devil, as Joseph approached the table with his 24 year old girlfriend, Vanessa Taylor. "I thought he was a real jerk." Clive hadn't noticed them yet. "No way!" Joseph hollered. "Clive! Have I missed you!" Clive's heart sank. "Oh, yeah, Joseph, it's nice to see you." "Man, you're all grown up." Joseph looked like a drug dealer. He actually wore jeans and a dirty undershirt to this reunion. His arms were also covered in prison tattoos. Vanessa was wearing a tight black mini-dress. Vanessa was so sexy. Clive, Glenn, and even Laurie checked her out. "Yeah, you too." Clive prayed that this couple was only passing by. "Everyone, this is my girl, Vanessa," Joseph proclaimed proudly. Vanessa smiled at Laurie. "Hi, you guys can call me Nessa." "Nice to meet you," replied Clive. "This is my wife, Laurie." Joseph admired Laurie. "Wow, she's a total babe." Clive didn't know how to respond. "Oh, well, thank you." "I always knew that you geeks would get all the best girls." It was Clive's worst nightmare as Joseph and Nessa pulled up chairs. Laurie attempted to be civil. "So, Nessa, how did you and Joseph meet?" "I was dating his cousin, but then he and I fell in love." "Oh, well, I guess the heart wants what it wants," Laurie said awkwardly. "I guess your cousin wasn't too happy?" Clive asked Joseph. "Yeah, she was pretty pissed off at me," Joseph admitted. Laurie's eyes went wide. "She?" "Yeah, I'm kinda bisexual," Nessa casually confessed. Glenn nearly fainted. "Kinda?" Clive was looking for some clarification. "Well, I wasn't too keen on dudes until I met Joey." "You converted a lesbian?" Glenn asked Joseph. "Bravo." "Thanks." Joseph was so smug. "I appreciated the accolades." Glenn was quite curious. "How'd you manage that?" An indelicate question. Nessa answered by holding her hands far apart, indicating that he has a large cock. Glenn comically raised his glass. Clive didn't like how Laurie was now ogling Joseph. "But, I still enjoy a woman's company from time to time," Nessa explained. "With your blessing?" Laurie asked Joseph. He nodded. "Sure, it's so hot when she scissors or 69's with a chick." Clive interjected. "I'm sorry, but this conversation is not appropriate." "Why not?" Joseph snickered. "We're all adults here." "I know, but..." Clive trailed off, still intimidated by Joseph. Laurie came to his rescue. "Honey, would you like to dance?" "Sure..." Clive took his wife onto the dance floor. "London Bridge" by Fergie played. Laurie was amused by what just happened. "Well, they're an interesting couple." "Let's get out of here before they mug us," Clive pleaded. "And abandon Glenn? He's your friend." "I'm sure he'll manage." "How?" "He'll drop his fork and climb under the table to look up that girl's dress." Laurie burst into laughter. "Really?" "Yes, so let's just go back to the bungalow." "Actually... I'd like to chat with them some more." Laurie stared past Clive, with her attention on Joseph and Nessa making out. Clive wasn't graceful, stepping on his wife's feet. "They're nothing but white trash." "Yeah, that's why I want to stay," she explained, while avoiding his clumsy feet. "Why?" He shook his head. "I don't understand your fascination?" "Well, you know I love those reality shows about people like them." Clive was desperate. "But, that's the bastard who knocked up his teacher." "That was fifteen years ago. People make mistakes when they're young." "No, this guy doesn't make any mistakes. He's a willful scumbag." "Is there something that you're not telling me about you and him?" "No, I just... I don't know... I'm not comfortable being around him." Laurie appeared skeptical, then Nessa tapped on Clive's shoulder. "May I cut in?" She was asking to dance with Laurie, not Clive. "Umm..." Clive stammered. "I guess that would be okay..." Nessa stepped in front of Clive and embraced Laurie, who did not protest. The two beautiful women locked eyes as "Video Phone" by Beyonce and Lady Gaga played. Clive slunk back to the table where he, Joseph, and Glenn watched the sexy ladies sensually move their bodies. Nessa placed her hand on Laurie's hip, drawing her closer. "When was the last time you danced with girl?" Nessa asked. "It's been a while..." Laurie reciprocated, placing her hand on Nessa's hip as Nessa's right leg became nestled between Laurie's legs. "I went dancing with my old college roommate, Talia, every weekend. We always had a great time." "Do you keep in touch with Talia?" Laurie leaned back as Nessa wrapped her right arm around the small of her back. Laurie's mini-skirt rode up and her crotch rubbed against Nessa's thigh, like Laurie was a pole dancer and Nessa was her pole. "No, sadly, years pass by and friends drift out of each other's lives." Nessa crouched down, her face was now in Laurie's tits. "But, I'll never forget her and I'll always love her." Nessa's hands were brushing against Laurie's ass. "Sounds like you were two close." Laurie was breathing heavily. "We were." Nessa whispered in her ear. "How close?" "She was the only woman... I've ever been with..." Laurie and Nessa's bodies were entwined, grinding until the song ended. Both Joseph and Glenn applauded the girls when they returned to the table. It took a few minutes for Laurie to regain her composure. Nessa had that intoxicating effect on people. The ability to make both men and women all hot and bothered. "Look, this reunion is kinda lame," Joseph griped. "But, I heard about a party." "Where?" Laurie asked. "Across the street in bungalow one." Laurie was excited. "Really? Where staying in bungalow twelve." "That's amazing," exclaimed Joseph. "We're in bungalow thirteen." Clive could not believe his bad luck. Joseph was checked in right next door. That was him and Nessa making all the noise earlier. Clive and Laurie were quiet in bed. They made love tenderly. Contrarily, Joseph fucked Nessa like the dirty slut she was. "What are we waiting for?" asked Joseph. "Let's go to the real party." "No, I'm not up for it. I'm tired. It was a long drive," Clive whined. Clive was a party pooper. Laurie was mad that her husband declined so quickly. "Oh, well, that's too bad," Joseph lamented. "Hey, but who knows how long it will be before we see each other again..." He took a bag of weed out of his pocket. "So, let's go smoke a joint in the parking lot while we reminisce about high school." Clive was shocked. "Thank you, no, I don't smoke marijuana." Vanessa turned to Laurie. "How about you, lovely?" "It's been a while, but I'd love to," she replied with glee. "Really?" Clive hoped to have a discreet conversation with his wife. Laurie shrugged. "I haven't smoked in eleven years. It would be fun." "Great, let's go." Joseph lead Vanessa and Laurie to the exit. Laurie did pause to give her husband a peck on the cheek before she departed. Clive, peeved, was left at the table with Glenn. Glenn tried his hand at small talk. "So, how's you mom?" "Fine." Clive clearly wasn't interested in this conversation. Laurie returned a half hour later, giggling as she sat in Clive's lap. "Hey, grouchy," is how she greeted her husband. "Having any fun?" He rolled his eyes. "Well, I can see you're having a blast." "Look, I've decided to go to that party in bungalow one." "Honey, I'm surprised you're mixing with such losers." She stopped laughing. "Losers? That's a rude thing to say." Glenn took that as his cue to give the couple their privacy. "Hey, it's not like I said it to their faces." "That makes it even worse." She climbed off of her husband. "I thought coming to this reunion would help you loosen up and stop you from being so bitter that you weren't more popular in high school." "Honey, I don't want to have this discussion." "Fine, I'm going to the party with Joey and Nessa." "Joey?" Why would she be referring to him that way? "Yeah, he's fun. And Nessa reminds me of my old friend, Talia." "Well, then I guess you should go with them and enjoy the party." "I'll try not to wake you up when I get back to our bungalow later." Laurie departed in a bad mood. Clive didn't stick around for much longer either. He said his goodbyes to Glenn, trading business cards, then snuck out the back door as the obligatory "where are they now" reunion awards were handed out. He changed into his pajamas and watched TV for the next three hours in bungalow twelve. He wanted to be awake when Laurie returned, so they could smooth things over. He could hear the raucous from the party even over the TV. Clive kept peeking out the curtains and finally saw Nessa having a smoke outside bungalow thirteen. He went out through the sliding glass door and sidled up next to her. "Hello," he said clumsily. "Hey." She barely acknowledged him, staring out at the ocean. He couldn't help being so apprehensive. "Is...umm...the party winding down?" "No, I got bored." She took a long drag. "Can't stay in one place for too long." He pretended like he could relate. "Yeah, I can tell your an active person." She blew smoke rings. "I think I'll go skinny-dipping in the ocean." He couldn't help but to gawk at her young and desirable body. "Oh?" "Care to join me?" she asked seductively, but she was really just teasing him. He shifted to hide his boner. "No, I'm going to stay here and wait for my wife." "She might be a while. Joey can go all night long." His heart sank again. "Excuse me!?" "He can party all night long." "Oh, yeah, that figures." "What did you think I meant?" He tried to play it cool. "Nothing." "Your last name is Welling, right?" He was confused as to why she was asking. "Yes." She smiled like a vixen with her luscious lips. "And your mother is named Tanya?" Now, he was truly bewildered. "Yes it is, but how did you know that?" 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." Bully Takes Three She wasn't cool with his plan. "Please, daddy, let me handle this myself." "Catherine, I'm putting my foot down," he proclaimed. "I'll deal with it." "I am not a child anymore. You'll cause a scene. You'll get me fired." "I can't allow you to be exposed to a monster like that." "He's a little scary looking, but he seems harmless." "No, Catherine, you have to believe me. He's bad news." "I'll talk to him tomorrow, explain the situation, and we'll see what happens." Clive was fuming. Catherine was worried, having never seen her father like this. "Okay, but you only have one chance to rectify matters before I make some calls." "Daddy, no, you'll embarrass me. This is for college. You can't interfere like this." "I've said my piece..." Clive stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. Catherine stayed in the living room and tried to regain her composure. Clive laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what he had done so wrong to be cursed with Joseph Corasi for a third time. He walked around like a zombie for the remainder of the day. Catherine went back to her mother's. Clive didn't even realize that Bonnie was back from antiquing until he looked out the bathroom window and saw her sunbathing by the pool in her new green string bikini. Jorge was skimming dead leaves out of the pool in a speedo. Bonnie had her shades on, but was obviously checking him out. She then invited him over to apply sun tan lotion on her back as she laid face down in her lounge chair. Jorge brushed her hair out of the way and slathered lotion onto her shoulders. He massaged her for a few minutes, then untied her bikini straps, apparently at her request, and rubbed the lotion all over her bare back. Clive opened the window, just a crack, so he could listen in. "Mmm... Jorge, you have such a firm touch... Do my legs too..." He started massaging her feet and slowly worked his way up. He rapidly moved past her calves and started massaging her toned upper legs. Her bikini bottom was almost entirely sunken into the crease of her nice ass. "Jorge, could you be a dear and rub a little higher?" "Si, Miss Bonnie, anything for you..." Jorge's cock stretched the limits of his speedo. Jorge began heavily kneading her smooth ass cheeks. Then, he moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back. Inside, Clive had a throbbing erection as well. But, his thoughts then turned to his daughter and Joseph Corasi, his long time bully. Clive imagined that it was actually Joseph out there by the pool, giving his beautiful daughter a tender rubdown. His boner shrunk quickly. Clive was impotent that night despite the fact that Bonnie wanted to fuck badly. Clive was also a nervous wreck on Monday, waiting to hear from Catherine. Bonnie was working a shift at her beauty solon, so he was all alone with his paranoia. Finally, Catherine stopped by with her school books. He greeted her at the front door. He followed her inside. "And where have you been, young lady?" "Relax, I went to Mr. Corasi's after school, then I came here." "So, how did you dissolve your working relationship with him?" She placed her books on the coffee table. "Well...I...decided not to." His eyes went wide. "Excuse me!?" "Stop yelling at me or I'm going home." He took a deep breath. "Fine, just explain this to me rationally." "All I have to do is sit and talk with him and laugh at his old jokes." He sighed. "It kills me just knowing that your alone with him." "He's not going to try and seduce me." "Yes, he will. He's a sexual huntsman." She shrugged. "He got the last girl fired for flirting. I guess he's changed." "No, a snake never changes its stripes, or, whatever that old expression is." "Daddy, I'm asking you to calm down." She nuzzled him. "This is for college." He sheds a single tear. "Catherine, you mean more to me than anything." "Aww... I know and that's why I'm asking you to chill out and trust me." She kissed him on his cheek, easing his tension. Then, he wiped his tears away. "Okay, tell me again what you did with him today?" "We sat and talked in his living room." "Where you near each other?" "No, I was on the couch and he was in an orthopedic chair." Clive was relieved to hear that. "So, you never left his house?" "We took a quick walk around the block, so he could get some exercise." "And?" "He's bad back started to tighten up, so we went back to his house." "And?" "Well...I...kinda gave him a back rub..." Clive pulled away from her. "What!? You touched his body!?" "He was hurting. It's part of the service that tend to his needs." "No! This is how is starts! He already has his eyes set on you!" She grabbed her books. "I asked you to stop yelling, so now I'm going." "Please, Catherine, you have to listen to me. I'm trying to protect you." "If mom cheated on you with this guy, then I blame her, not him." "It's not about assigning blame." "No? Sounds like you blame this guy for a lot." "You're right. I had to let things settle with your mother for your sake." Clive was finally letting out years of pent-up frustrations. "But, the hell with this guy. I'm glad that he got hit by a bus. I only wish that I was the one driving." "At least your being honest about your feelings." "When are you going over to his house again?" "Wednesday and Friday after school... Then, we're going to the beach on Saturday." Clive couldn't take much more of this disheartening news. "The beach!? Why!?" "Swimming is good for his bad back." "Are you going to be wearing a bathing suit?" She laughed. "Sure, what else would I wear to the beach?" His sun tan lotion premonition from the yesterday might actually come to fruition. "No, I'm sorry, but I must forbid you to go." "Forbid?" Catherine was getting annoyed with her father. "Yes." Clive looked unnatural when attempting to be rigid. "Okay, you really need to calm down. I'm going home. Goodbye." Clive dropped to his knees, begging, but Catherine still departed. Bonnie invited Jorge over for dinner that night, but Clive had a splitting headache, so he went to bed early. Bonnie didn't come up to bed until after one in morning, but unlike most other nights after a visit from Jorge, she wasn't in the mood for sex. Later, she told Clive that she didn't want to pester him because of his headache. Clive decided to follow Catherine to Joseph's house on Wednesday. He also considered involving his ex-wife. She probably wouldn't want Catherine around Joseph either. Laurie might even cheat on Walter if she knew Joseph was living nearby. He followed the bus which she took from school and parked about a block away when she got off after five stops. He didn't need to hurry home because he lied to Bonnie and told her that he was going job hunting. He was curious to see what Joseph looked like after ten year years, but never saw him. Catherine was in the house for several hours, but neither emerged. No walks around the block today. There was large tree in the front yard with low hanging, but sturdy looking branches. If one where to climb this tree, they would see into the living room with ease, but it was daytime and the neighbors would definitely notice. Meanwhile, back at home, Bonnie was being pumped full of cum by Jorge's big and sweaty cock. He was on top of her as they fucked in the very bed that she shared with Clive. She was having the most intense orgasms of her life while her live-in boyfriend was out on a stakeout. Catherine finally reappeared and headed back to the bus stop. She seemed to be glowing. Her father took note of that, but had no intentions of confronting her yet. Clive drove home. When he went inside, he was shocked to find Jorge exiting the kitchen, eating an apple and wearing only underwear. Jorge didn't look to be at all embarrassed. He was being his usual jovial self as if this was normal. "Hola, Mr. Clive. Happy you are feeling better." "Umm... Hello, Jorge. What are you doing here?" "Miss Bonnie ask me to dust up in the bedroom." Jorge offered a bite of his apple, but Clive declined. "But, where are the rest of your clothes?" "Dirty, so she put them in the laundry." Clive surveyed the area. "And where is Bonnie?" "Upstairs, taking a nap, tired from all the sex we have today." Clive wasn't too surprised to hear that. It was inevitable. "Sex?" "Yeah, we have sex on couch last night while you sick with headache, but today we get to have sex in bed. She made a lot of noise. She say my cock is better than yours, but don't feel bad. You still a nice man." Bonnie came down the stairs, wrapped in a bed sheet. "Clive, pay Jorge forty dollars for all his hard work today." "Dusting?" She blushed. "Well, that and a few other things." Clive stood his ground. "No, he will get nothing from me." Bonnie turned vindictive. "Jorge, baby, do you like Clive?" "Yes, Mr. Clive, is nice man with his tiny cock." Bonnie let her sheet fall to the floor and stood buck naked. "If I asked you take the money out of his wallet, would you?" "Yes, Miss Bonnie. You are nice and sexy. Anything for you." Not wanting to test Bonnie's power over Jorge, Clive paid him the money. Bonnie took the cash and slipped it into Jorge's underwear. She then stroked his thick nine inch cock while they made out in front of Clive. Bonnie lead Jorge back upstairs for another few rounds of hard fucking. "No worry, Mr. Clive, I sex her up real good for you," Jorge called out just before the bedroom door was slammed shut. They were heard fucking wildly. Clive did begin to masturbate, but could not help imagining that it was Catherine and Joseph fucking in his bedroom. His erection faded again. Clive paid for Bonnie and Jorge to go out for a lovely romantic dinner the next night. Bonnie offered to let Clive sleep on the hard wood floor in the bedroom, so he could watch her and Jorge fuck all night and take some notes, but he instead chose to sleep downstairs in the basement. The couch down there wasn't comfortable like the one in the living room, but he couldn't hear their cries of passion as well in the basement. Between his mother and his ex-wife, he had been conditioned to enjoy listening to women he loved get fucked senseless by someone more well endowed than he was, but he was too worried about his daughter to beat his meat. He followed Catherine over to Joseph's again on Friday afternoon. This time she stayed over until well after dark. He called her cell phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. He called Laurie too, looking for help, but she always disregarded his calls. Clive decided that it was late enough that no one would notice if he climbed that tree. He struggled as he had little upper body strength. He got steadied on a branch and spied into Joseph's living room. Luckily, the lights were on, so he saw everything. Joseph was sitting in an orthopedic chair, with Catherine's petite body straddling him, bucking her hips. They were nude and he pawed at her ass. Her tits were in his face as their flesh smacked together loudly. He came quickly, his whole body shuddered, not having the stamina he once did, but she was still enjoying the ride. Since it was a hot night, the windows were open, so Clive heard everything too. "Mmm...Mr. Corasi...you feel so good inside me..." Catherine sighed. "But, what would your father say?" "Him? He still thinks I'm a virgin." "How long have you been sexually active?" "Since my 18th birthday... I've fucked every guy in my class." Catherine wrapped her arm around his neck as she bucked harder. "Ohh...yeah...that's a good girl... You fuck me better than your mother..." "Mmm... I'm so jealous that my mother got to have this big cock first..." "Ha! Young lady!" Don't forget about your paternal grandmother!" "Really? You fucked my grandma?" "When I was your age... For an entire summer." "I always knew grandma was a slut!" she cried as she had an orgasm. She climbed off of him and sunk to her knees, taking his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth, tasting her own juices. Her head bobbed as he gently ran his fingers though her hair. Clive had a great view of his daughter's ass from his perch. Joseph caressed her back while groaning. Catherine also massaged his scrotum. "Ohh...yeah...you're better at blowjobs than your mother was too..." He didn't cum in her mouth. Once she sucked his cock to its ten inch capacity, he bent her over the back of the chair and fucked her from behind. Her tits rubbed up against the chair. He now had gut, which jiggled as he jack-hammered his cock into this young lady, decades his junior. "Do the boys your age fuck you nice and hard like this?" "Mmm...no...I've been craving an experienced cock like yours..." They fucked for several minutes, then climaxed simultaneously. "Wow... Mr. Corasi...you are so fucking hot for a guy your age..." "Young lady, we're just getting stared... I'm gonna fuck your brains out..." Joseph carried Catherine up the stairs to his bedroom, despite his supposed bad back, all the while her tongue swirled around in his mouth. Clive jumped down and raced across the street, where he saw the silhouette of his naked daughter for just a moment before the lights went out. Clive called Catherine's cell phone again, hoping to break up this sexual escapade, but his calls kept going straight to voicemail. He rang the doorbell and desperately banged on the front door, but all his pleas were ignored. Joseph Corasi had now fucked his mother, his wife, and his daughter over the course of 25 years. He could not fathom masturbating this time because that was is sweet and innocent daughter upstairs... But, she was not so innocent after all. Clive finally received a text from her. A lie about sleeping over at a girlfriends. Inside, Joseph spanked Catherine's bare ass with a leather belt. "Lying to your daddy, you naughty girl?" "Yes...I'm a naughty girl...spank me...it's the only way I'll learn..." "I'm gonna teach you a lesson, you naughty girl..." He proceeded to crack the belt across her ass cheeks like a whip. "Ohh...gawd...yes...spank me hard like that... I've been so naughty..." Catherine didn't mind the stinging pain or the red marks being left. Later, Joseph spooned Catherine with his cock inside her young and tight pussy. Her body was contorted in a way that they could still kiss passionately. He was back in his rhythm. She was not a virgin, but she never had a dick this deep inside her, nor had she been fucked this good and hard. "Oh! Jesus! Mr. Corasi! Yes! Give to me! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" "Who's your daddy now!?" "You are! Mr. Corasi!" He was pretty rough with her, pulling her hair, which she loved. "Oh! Fuck! Get ready! Young lady! My big cock is gonna erupt!" "Gawd! Yes! Fill my cunt with your hot cum!" "Your cunt is mine! I think I'm gonna get you pregnant!" "Yes! Yes! Mr. Corasi! I love you! And I wanna have your baby!" She gripped the bed sheets and bit her bottom lip as he brought her to orgasm. He wasn't far behind, his cock spewed, filling her with hot cum. They fell asleep with his cock still inside her and fucked again in the shower early the next morning, then she took him to the beach as promised to meet all of her sexy 18 year old girlfriends. They agreed with Catherine, thinking that Joseph was hot for an older man. *** Clive moved into a motel for the time being. He also informed Laurie and Walter that Catherine had been intimate with Joseph. They staged and intervention, but the more they protested, the hotter Catherine was for Joseph. Catherine was young and impressionable, mistaking her lust for an alpha male as true love. She worshipped Joseph and his cock. Laurie blamed everything on Clive as per usual. Catherine was disowned by Laurie and Walter and she opted to move in with Joseph even though Clive invited her to live with him. He had a small apartment picked out. Catherine was soon impregnated by Joseph and the two eloped in Las Vegas. While pregnant, Catherine permitted her girlfriends to sexually pleasure Joseph. Joseph wasn't a deadbeat dad like he was with the child he fathered with his summer school Spanish teacher when he was 18. Clive took solace in that, even though he was now in therapy, coping with his high school bully becoming his son. ***