He's Not That Bad, Babe (20,092 words) [Commission]

Commissioned by annonymous.

Starring: Marcus (Original), QuarterJade (Jodi Lee), Masayoshi (John Cable)

Author's note: This started out as a 3k-4k word commission, and it devolved into the hideously sexy, obese creature that it is right now. 20k words. First thing to note, I had to rewrite this four different times. Not by the commissioner's request, but it just wasn't flowing right. I didn't love it or even like it really, which is what took me so long. You'll notice that the initial prompt was completely abandoned. I did that during one of the rewrites. The story began to flow and its path did not coincide with the prompt. I really just want to give a special thanks to the commissioner, who gave me a lot of freedom with this. You'll also notice that its not entirely finished. There's probably ten thousand more words I want to add to this, but I'll do that some other time.

Summary: Jodi and John are high school sweethearts and successful streamers. They've decided to go to Coachella this year, even though none of their usual friends are going. The first day goes by perfectly. There's romantic walks, ferris wheels rides, crazy concerts.. it sets the bar for the rest of their festival experience to be top notch. That is, until they are reacquainted with an old high school classmate. But this classmate isn't just any old friend, he's the bully that tormented John and Jodi for years.

Tags: Cheating, Bullying, Humiliation, Misogyny, Degradation, Corruption, Betrayal

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He’s Not That Bad, Babe

“What the hell?” Jodi whispered to herself, pausing her approach and tilting her head in pure confusion.

A man, a rather large man, was stepping out of the RV she had rented with her boyfriend, John, and was walking away into the zigzagging clutter of other RVs, campervans, and makeshift tents. The slight fog and the silence in the air that followed the chaotic night prior made everything that much more ominous.

The man was laughing, and there was a smug sway in each of his steps, but he wasn’t carrying anything with him. He was shirtless, actually, so it’s not like he was an obvious thief or the like. His back muscles were apparent, and his physical appeal furthered his innocence in Jodi’s mind. The situation was random enough already, but what made it more perplexing was the fact that the guy looked slightly familiar.

Jodi had woken up early that morning, the second day of Coachella, in order to grab some breakfast from the pop up mess hall that the event organizers had set up. It was a super convenient method of grabbing some quick nourishment to go along with the main course of alcohol, alcohol, and more alcohol, but even at seven o’clock in the morning, the place was packed.

Everyone wore exhaustion on their faces, with clear tells that they were hungover. It made Jodi giggle to herself. They all looked so silly, and she knew her appearance couldn’t have been that much different.

“Hey doll face, are you here by yourself?” a random guy asked her, catching her slightly off guard. He was an attractive, curly-haired man with plenty of confidence, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her in close.

Jodi looked at him and smiled, ignorant to his purposeful invasion of her personal space. “Hi! Uhm, getting some food by myself, yes, but my boyfriend is waiting for me back at the campsites.”

The guy smirked at the idea of her having a boyfriend. “You looking for any fun on the side?”

Jodi cocked her brows in confusion. “Uhhh, it’s Coachella! Of course I’m looking for some fun. That’s why I’m here, duh!”

“Great,” the guy responded, pointing to the direction of his campervan. “I’m set up that way if you want to follow me.”

“Sure,” Jodi smiled, unknowingly agreeing to a hook up. “Let me grab my boyfriend and we’ll join you!”

The guy seemed puzzled by her response, but the sexy brunette had already escaped his grasp and turned around to head off.

Jodi was excited to have already found something to do that morning, and she couldn’t wait to tell John about it. He was always weary about the invitations she received from other men, especially because of how socially naïve she could be, but the guy seemed pretty genuine in Jodi’s mind. She wasn’t even wearing anything sexy that would garner some kind of sexual interest. She was dressed in a regular low-cut t-shirt and shorts; though, neither did a good job of concealing the shape of her large breasts and her dump truck ass.

With a slight surge of enthusiasm, she made her way over to the breakfast line. She only managed to grab a few pieces of fruit and some yogurts before her arms were full, but she knew her boyfriend would be more than appreciative. He was kind and gentle in that way, always voicing his gratitude for her thoughtful acts of service, and she loved him for it.

Hands laden with nutritious foods, she was making her way back to her boyfriend, and that’s when she noticed the stranger leaving her temporary abode. Panic immediately set in.

She had left John alone, and while he was more than capable of fending for himself, the man she saw was clearly much taller and stronger than John.

Her boobs bounced every which way as she dropped the items in her hand and ran over to the RV, quickly entering and finding her boyfriend unconscious in the small bathroom. His face and his hair were soaking wet with plenty of water splattered around the toilet.

Jodi jumped into action and started pumping away at his stomach in a frenzied attempt at resuscitating him. Luckily, John didn’t need much assistance. As soon as the brief aid was rendered, his body lurched forward to cough out the water he had swallowed.

The stench of urine filled the air, which added to the oddness of the scenario.

“You’re okay, you’re fine,” Jodi consoled him, patting his back as he propped himself up on his side. “Just breathe. There you go.. catch your breath, baby..”

She continued rubbing his back as he returned to his regular breathing pattern. It was terrifying to find someone she loved so dearly in such a lifeless state. What would have happened if she arrived just five minutes later?

The thought forced a shiver down her spine as she continued tending to her recovering boyfriend.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, wondering what the mystery man had done to her boyfriend. “Should I call the police?”

“We should.. leave,” John managed to get out through sporadic coughs.

Jodi was bewildered. “Leave? We’ve only been here for a day! Are.. are we not safe?”

Between the festival tickets, their flights, and the RV rental, they had already spent several thousands of dollars on their trip, and that was just to get here. Leaving after experiencing only a day’s worth of adventures seemed like it should be reserved as a last resort.

John, being the courteous boyfriend that he was, didn't want Jodi to panic. “No, it’s not that. We’re safe, we’re totally safe, babe..”

“Then what is it?” she asked curiously. Something had happened while she was gone, and she wanted to know what it was. “If we’re safe, why do you want to leave? I saw someone walking away. Did he.. did he do something to you?”

John got to his feet with Jodi’s help and took a quick glance outside. He then locked the RV door before grabbing a towel and drying his face and his hair.

“Careful not to drip on the seats,” Jodi told him, quickly moving to dry the wet spots he had made on the leather cushions. “We have to return this thing in good condition!”

“Sorry,” he muttered. There was a slight pause between them before John finally answered her questions. With a sigh, he decided to give up his cryptic approach, swallow his ego, and begin a more straightforward response.

“Do you remember that bully in high school?” John asked. “The one who made our lives hell?”

Jodi cocked her head in momentary confusion, but the man in question appeared in her head a second later, and her eyes went wide. “The one who used to dunk your head in the toilet every day?”

Her boyfriend shook his head in surprise, unsure of why that was the first thing that came to her mind. “Okay, okay, I wouldn’t say it was every day.”

Jodi shot him an immediate look of skepticism. “Babe, he missed maybe three or four days all throughout high school. It was every day. Do you remember when he made that joke about it being his version of a snap streak? And we got into that huge fight because you saw me giggling?”

A pang of humiliation surged through John’s body. That was a memory he could have gone without being resurfaced.

“I still don’t know why you laughed,” he mumbled out, clearly still holding a small grudge over it.

Jodi rolled her eyes at the reignited resentment. “John, are you serious? We talked about it! It just caught me by surprise. That’s it. He was.. different. I was mostly used to guys like you. Sweet and compassionate and always nice. He was a jerk all the time. He never knew how to turn it off. Fucking Marcus..”

“You remember his name?” John asked.

Jodi shrugged. “Uh, yeah. He bullied me too, remember? He’d always make fun of my big honkers or whatever.”

John vividly remembered the horrible names that Marcus called Jodi all throughout high school, many of which involved her breasts.

She had the unfortunate luck of being an early sprouter. Her boobs grew so big that even sweaters had a tough time hiding them, which instantly made her a target for Marcus. The size of her breasts somehow meant that she was a whore, and he managed to convince everyone else that she was a whore too, so she got made fun of for it.

“Speaking of your big honkers..” John replied, hinting towards a topic they had discussed several times before.

Jodi rolled her eyes and stomped her foot in playful annoyance. “Babe! You almost just drowned, and that's what's on your mind right now?” she blurted out. After seeing his sheepish facial expression, she continued, “I told you, you’ll get to see them on our wedding night and not a moment sooner. And if you call them big honkers again, you might not see them at all!”

John curved his lip into a half frown. Despite having dated all throughout high school, college, and now into their streaming careers, he still hadn’t seen her breasts. He hadn’t touched them, either, and he placed the blame all on Marcus.

When Jodi and John were freshmen in high school, they were ravenous with teenage lust. They made out for hours and dry humped every chance they got.

Which wasn’t too often. They both had strict Asian parents who kept a close eye on their hangouts, but that just increased their wanton desire for each other.

John thought that he had hit the lottery. Finding a girlfriend that was as horny as he was meant that he’d be the first to lose his virginity among all of his friends. They teased each other about it all the time, but Marcus made sure to emphasize it whenever he stuffed John into a locker or hung him on a classroom door by his underwear. John would be a virgin for the rest of his life, he would say.

John didn’t believe him, of course, but there was a slight worry in the back of his head that Marcus’s teasing might come true. Jodi changed everything for him. She was beautiful, charismatic, and hornier than he was. She was a pimple-faced teenager’s dream girl.

And somehow, Marcus ended up ruining that for him too. Not all of it, obviously, but the fun parts of having a hot girlfriend, yes. He flooded the school with rumors of Jodi being a slut, which forced her into a nervous shell of herself.

John recalled spending countless nights cradling her after another emotional outburst, stemming from the constant teasing she endured, but it was no use. She wanted to avoid becoming what her classmates were calling her at all costs, which meant that their make out trysts were over as soon as they began.

“But we can still kiss, right?” John had asked her, so many years ago.

With streaks of makeup running down her face, she nodded. “Of course, babe. Little pecks on the lips are fine, but no more making out. It gets me too riled up. I get all these feelings inside of me and it’s like I’m going to explode! I want to tear my clothes off and show you everything I’m hiding, and I can’t do that.”

John frowned. He wouldn’t have minded at all if she did do that. “What about cuddling?”

“Cuddling is okay, too,” Jodi reassured her amazingly supportive boyfriend. She didn’t want to deny him completely, but she had to draw the line somewhere. “But no more touching and groping and feeling. It’s too far, and it does make me feel like a slut. Just like Marcus said today in class.”

“I’m sorry that he said that,” John apologized as he remembered the humiliating scene in their math class. “I should’ve stood up to him.”

“Don’t be silly, babe. He would’ve given you another black eye, and you’re just healing up from the last one. No, no.. maybe he’s right. I have been acting like a slut.. with you. I even promised to let you see my boobs this summer. Oh my god, I.. I think we should hold off on that.”

John was stuck between trying to support his girlfriend and wanting to fulfill his lifelong dream of seeing a real girl’s boobs. The hentai depictions just weren’t cutting it for him anymore.

“I don’t think we should let him control us,” John replied carefully. “That’s just giving him more power! He’s going to call you whatever he wants regardless of what we do together. Might as well have some fun, no?”

Jodi shook her head, which inadvertently jostled her boobs and drew some of John’s attention. Recalling the sheer embarrassment she had felt during class earlier that day, she replied, “I’m sorry, babe. I can’t go through that again. What if someone finds out I showed you my boobs? Imagine what they’d say then?”

John could feel the conversation snowballing. “Who cares what those dummies think? Let them be mean! Marcus called me a worthless virgin while he was peeing in the toilet today and getting it ready for my swirlie, but he has no idea that I’m dating–”

“Wait,” Jodi interrupted him. “He pees in the toilet before he dunks your head in?”

John looked sheepish, knowing that he said too much. She knew that Marcus gave her boyfriend swirlies, but not much past that. “Uh, yeah, but not always! He forgets that part sometimes. At least once a week, I’d say.. usually.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that,” Jodi replied, clearly contemplating something. “I’m sorry that he does that to you. He’s a total jerk.”

“No, but see? It doesn’t matter! He’s awful to me, but I still get to date you, the most beautiful girl in the world,” John said, making his girlfriend smirk. “He can call me a faggot and a loser and a virgin all he wants, but how dumb will he look when we finally have sex and he’s still calling me a virgin? Haha, I can’t wait. He’ll still give me swirlies, but at least I’ll be smiling while he does it.”

Jodi looked at him with a pitied smile. His optimism was so pleasant, so full of hope, and she was about to destroy it. She bit her lip and then revealed her recent decision. “I think he might be right, though.”

The reply floored John and made him shake his head as if the words didn’t properly translate in his head. “Marcus? What could he possibly be right about?”

“Not about the mean stuff,” Jodi clarified. “You're not a.. f-word.. or a loser! But the virgin thing.. I think you will be a virgin for a while. I want you to be a virgin for a while.. because, well.. I don’t think we should have sex. Not until we’re married, anyway.”

Jodi went on to explain how remaining chaste until their wedding night would be the best way to counter all the accusations of being a whore, and nothing John said could change her mind. He brought out every argument he could think of to convince her that being intimate with her longtime boyfriend wasn’t a bad thing, but it was no use. His world seemed like it was crumbling around him, but of course, he was just being a dramatic teenager.

Here they were, eight years later and they were still together. He hadn’t seen her boobs yet and he was still a virgin, but they had an amazing relationship, awesome streaming careers, and enough money to spend on extravagant things, like this trip to Coachella.

John still checked in every now and then to see if Jodi had changed her mind regarding her purity, but she remained firm on her stance.

“Think about how amazing it’ll be when we finally have our wedding and just completely let loose on each other?” Jodi offered, not wanting her rejection to sour the mood between them. They were at Coachella! Their spirits were supposed to be upbeat and lively.

He looked at her alluring features; her picture perfect smile, her beautiful eyes, her irresistible cleavage, and her thick hips. “It’ll definitely be worth it, babe,” he replied, conceding his stance on the matter yet again.

They smiled at each other, but explanations still needed to be aired out. “So what?” Jodi began to ask. “You just randomly decided to reminisce about our old high school bully? Why’d you even bring him–”

She paused as she focused on his wet hair. She’d seen it plenty of times before. At pool parties and when he got out of the shower, sure, but she saw it much more often in high school.

Every day after getting dunked in the toilet.

Jodi looked towards their tiny bathroom, saw the splashed water lying around, and made the connection.

The man walking away. Laughing. It had been Marcus.

She immediately looked back at John and noticed his sudden look of embarrassment, which confirmed her suspicions.

“He’s here?” she asked ominously as if it was a turning point in some horror movie.

John looked at the ground and nodded. “That’s why I think we should just pack up and get the hell out of here. We had one good day. An amazing day. We rode on the ferris wheel, we saw Doja Cat, and I won you that stuffed bear! We've made tons of memories already.”

His abrupt desire to leave the festival suddenly made sense, but Jodi still wanted more answers.

“How did he even find us?” she began to ask, clearly upset about the new information. “He just walked into the RV and started bullying you again? Just like high school?”

John shook his head. “No, no, it wasn’t like that. I was outside unpacking one of my bags from the side storage, and he just walked up to me. I hardly recognized him since he’s a lot bigger now, but it was him. Said he saw my instagram posts about Coachella, and he was already planning on coming, so he’s been keeping an eye out ever since he got here.”

“He was looking for you?” Jodi asked incredulously. “It wasn’t just random?”

“It was probably a little of both,” John replied with a shrug. “But he said it was to make amends. He wanted to apologize for everything, so we sat down inside and talked a little bit.”

Jodi looked even more confused now. “Wait, he wanted to say sorry? Really?”

“Yeah, but it was all bullshit,” John replied. “He was about to head out and then he suggested giving me another fucking swirlie. ‘Just like old times’ he said. Fucker hasn’t changed one bit.”

Jodi grew furious. “I can’t believe him! You trusted him, you invited him in, and he still did that to you? Ugh,” she ranted in anger. “High school was so long ago! Why is he still such a big jerk? You’d think someone would have matured a little since then.”

“I don’t know,” John replied, happy that his soulmate shared his anger. “He’s an even bigger dick now. You saw me. Fucker almost drowned me in his piss. He never went that far in high school.”

“He did the pee thing again? Oh my god,” Jodi exclaimed, remembering the smell of urine from before. She shifted in her seat to get more comfortable. Her thighs rubbed together unintentionally as she spoke. “What an animal. I’m so sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” John replied. “I don’t care. I’m over it. Remember what I said back when we were kids? Nothing Marcus does to me matters. At the end of the day, I still have you, and nothing he does can change that. I’ll never lose as long as I have you.”

The romantic homage to an old phrase of love they shared back in the budding years of their relationship caught Jodi completely off guard. Her intense frustration dissipated instantly, and she smiled at her lover with a look that could melt the sun. There was his famous optimism yet again.

But her vexation returned all too quickly. As much as she loved John’s positive mentality, she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to miss out on two more days of chaotic fun. God knows how many people would kill to be right where she was, smack dab in the middle of the Coachella dunes with all the time and money in the world to waste. There were still some activities they hadn’t experienced yet and artists they hadn’t seen and memories they hadn’t made. One asshole was going to ruin all of that?

No fucking way.

As her smile faded, she continued wrestling with the entire situation in her head. John witnessed her clear signs of contemplation and hoped that she’d just agree to leave, but fate had a different outcome in mind.

“Maybe we should invite him back,” Jodi finally suggested.

“What?” John asked, almost laughing at the idea. “Why would we ever do that?”

Jodi shrugged. “I just.. I don’t feel like he’s really still a bully. Yes, he was an asshole to you, and yes, he dunked your head in his pee again, but what if he just doesn’t know any better? What if he really does want to bury the hatchet but doesn’t know how?”

John was beyond surprised. “And what? It’s up to us to teach him how? Why are we stuck with that responsibility?”

Jodi rolled her eyes. “Well, it doesn’t have to be us, but if we can come to an understanding and we don’t have to leave, then why not give it a try? We can settle some old grudges and stay here without worrying about bumping into him again. It’s a win-win!”

John wasn’t convinced, and Jodi could see that, so she continued. “He’s been a bully all his life. All he knows is how to be an asshole, John. Think about it! Maybe giving you a swirlie is like a handshake or a fist bump to him. If we don’t tell him how wrong it is, he’ll never see things our way. We just have to explain how that stuff hurts us and how embarrassing it is for you, and then maybe he’ll apologize for real.”

John could see how animated Jodi had become. She was convinced that this was the right decision to make, and all John could feel was dread. He knew Marcus. He knew how evil he could be, and simply talking would never be able to fix that.

But it was hard saying no to his girlfriend.

“Okay, babe.. if you want to give it one more shot, I’m game. We can invite him back,” he replied, almost with a groan. “But I’m saying it now, I’m still not convinced it’ll work.”

“Eek!” she cheered, jumping up to hug her boyfriend. “It will work! With both of us working together, we’ll get through to him. Unless he’s just like, the most evil person in the world, haha.”

“Yeah.. unless,” he mumbled in despair, hugging Jodi back and melting in her arms. His concerns were mitigated as he made contact with her soft skin. She smelled so good. He could feel her breasts squished between them, and his brain almost short-circuited. Hugs were the closest he’d gotten to feeling her boobs in the past few months. Fuck, maybe even years, so he happily savored every moment of them.

Unable to resist, John commented, “Geez, I forgot how big they are. And how soft..”

Jodi paused, realized what he meant, and immediately retreated. “Babe! Don’t be a creep, please. Is that really what you focus on when we hug? My boobs?!”

From his abashed expression, Jodi got her answer. “We’re doing side hugs from now on, perv,” she chastised.

“Sorry, sorry,” John apologized. “It’s just hard being around you and not being able to enjoy you.. even a little bit. You’re just so beautiful.”

Jodi shot him a look of pity. “Awh, babe. I know it’s hard. It’s hard for me too! But we’ll be married in a few years and then we won’t have to hold back. And it’s working! It’s totally working, babe. Do you know the last time someone called me a whore?”

He pursed his lips in response. She was still worried about what other people called her.

“Four years!” she boasted happily. “It’s been four years, and I don’t want that streak to stop now. It’s important to me..”

John relented and gave her a reassuring look. Her happiness was all that mattered, and he couldn’t deny that she looked very happy indeed.

Jodi eventually focused on the task at hand and asked, “Do you know where he’s staying? Our big bad bully?”

“Uhm,” John hesitated. It was one thing talking about inviting Marcus back, but putting the events into motion that would cause that asshole to return was much more daunting. “No, but he.. he left his phone number,” he said, pointing to a little scrap of paper at the edge of the table.

Jodi smiled and reached for the paper. She began typing away at her phone with a giddy attitude as John’s heart began beating faster and faster.

The consequences of his bully interacting with his girlfriend were starting to dawn on him. She was always a little chunky in high school, wearing nerdy glasses and keeping her hair short. She had a historic glow up in college. One for the ages. She began wearing contacts, slimmed down quite a bit, stayed plump in all of the right areas, and grew her hair out past her shoulders.

She was an absolute babe now. A stunner by all metrics, and Marcus never got to see her in her current form. John wanted to keep it that way, but he was about to fail in that endeavor.

His girlfriend was dead set on resolving the issue, and there was little he could do without looking like a coward. As he watched Jodi text his old bully, his vision became a little blurry and his voice failed him. Seconds ticked by. Maybe minutes.

Suddenly, Jodi giggled. “He wants me to send a selfie, haha. He thinks it’s you playing a trick on him.”

Jodi then angled her phone high up and adjusted her shirt before snapping a picture. A few moments later, she spoke up again. “Okay, he’ll be here in a few minutes. I’m going to fix my makeup real quick.”

She noticed John’s look of despair and consoled him. “Babe, don’t look so glum. This will work! We’re going to tell him exactly how humiliated you get when he bullies you, and he’ll see how his actions have consequences. And.. and I also have a lot of trauma from that part of my teen years, if I’m being honest. I think this would help, you know.. resolve a lot of that.. if he says sorry to me, too. My therapist has always said that confronting your past is the best way to gain control of it.”

John hesitated in his response. Admittedly, he felt a little bit selfish. His girlfriend was as much of a victim as he was, and she had a right to try to resolve that the best way she saw fit. “You’re right, babe. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about what he’ll do. I don’t trust him at all.”

His girlfriend smiled at him. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep our guard up, and I promise I won’t let him bully you. Your days of getting dunked in toilet water are over, okay?”

John nodded and she walked off to the bathroom, quickly fixing her makeup. She also had enough time to do her hair, ironing them into beautiful curls. John wasn’t sure what he did to earn such a beautiful, lovely, and forgiving girlfriend, but he thanked whoever was watching over him for his good fortune.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the RV door. Jodi rushed past John to get it, unlocking the door and welcoming Marcus inside.

“Hiiii Marcus! Long time no see,” she greeted him.

He was a large man with well-tanned muscles that stretched out every inch of his shirt. It was obvious that he spent a lot of time outside, whereas Jodi and John were a lot more pale. They, of course, opted to remain indoors more often and play video games, which jump-started their streaming careers. Marcus also had to duck his head slightly when standing upright due to his impressive height.

“Fucking hell, sugar tits,” Marcus spoke out as he admired Jodi’s body in the middle of the aisle. “You’re gorgeous! You look more like a whore now than you ever did in high school, haha.”

John was floored. It wasn’t a great start by any means. So many of his intimacy issues with Jodi had sprouted from the awful name calling that Marcus began spreading among their classmates, and here he was doing the same exact thing.

Jodi didn’t react in anger as John expected, though. Instead, she reacted as if it was a playful jab. “Oh my god, Marcus.. really? Haha, you’re still calling me a whore all these years later?”

“I mean, am I wrong?” he replied with a smirk.

Jodi rolled her eyes and smiled nervously. She wanted to keep things as light-hearted as possible. “Yes, you’re very wrong, mister,” she replied, throwing a playful punch into his arm, which made her tits jiggle.

Marcus had already been staring at them, so the pronounced movement couldn’t go by without a comment. “Jesus, did those milkers fucking grow?” he asked, reaching out to bounce her right tit. His hand retracted as soon as it made contact, so neither of the coupled pair could really react in time to prevent it. “I knew they were big but damn! Look at that jiggle, haha.”

John looked at Jodi with shock. She reacted with wide eyes herself, but then gestured as if she was going to let it slide. Hopefully just this once.

Jodi hesitated before responding. Again, she had to keep things light-hearted. “Uh, yeah, I think so,” she replied, grabbing her own boobs and lifting each one as if to weigh them. “I had to keep buying new bras into my freshman year of college, so I guess.. I guess my boobs are a little bigger than you remember. You, uhm.. you have a good eye, heh.”

Marcus smirked at the compliment and the show. “Hey, names? In one ear and out the other, but a nice pair of tits? That I never forget. Same goes for a nice fat ass,” he replied, slapping Jodi’s butt as he moved past her.

“Oh my,” Jodi muttered, jumping at the sharp sting of his hand.

She turned to see Marcus push past her boyfriend and sit down on their leather seats. Jodi exchanged another series of concerned glances with her boyfriend, but of course, little could be agreed upon with mere expressions.

John then looked over to Marcus and saw him settle in his seat. Watching him get comfortable irked him beyond belief. It meant that he was planning to stay a while. He’d already taken far too many liberties with his girlfriend’s body, and he didn’t want things to escalate any further.

“So, uhh,” John mumbled, trying to get things back on track. “We wanted to talk about something specific, and we kind of have a busy schedule today, so.. if we could move things along..”

“Relax dork,” Marcus spat back. “You and I have already caught up, but I haven’t gotten to talk to my other old pal here, the high school whore. Why don’t you bring those fat melons over here so we can get reacquainted?”

He patted the seat next to him, clearly inviting Jodi to join him. She bit her lip and glanced at John again, who looked uncertain about what to do. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, but there was still plenty of time to salvage the situation.

“We can sit over here, hon,” John interjected, offering his girlfriend an out as he motioned towards the seats opposite of his bully. “Sorry, Marcus. You don’t really seem like you can keep your hands to yourself, hah. Hope you can understand–”

Jodi stepped forward and stopped her boyfriend. “It’s okay, John. We have a lot of personal stuff to discuss, so maybe it’s better if we’re all close together. Here, I’ll sit next to Marcus and you sit right here on the other side.”

“The cuck chair,” Marcus teased, earning a stifled giggle from Jodi.

John shot his girlfriend a look, and she replied, “Sorry, uh.. it’s not a cuck chair, Marcus. We’re not in some sleazy hotel, and we’re definitely not about to have sex, so..”

Marcus raised his arms in the air, surrendering the point with a smug look.

John gritted his teeth but faked an agreeable smile, watching as his girlfriend slowly approached Marcus and sat next to him. He immediately scooted closer to her so that their thighs smooshed together. He then draped his hand over her shoulder, drawing more wide-eyed looks from her boyfriend.

Marcus wore a stupid grin on his face. “You know, Jodi, I can’t believe we never fucked in high school. Especially with these giant tits of yours,” he bantered, taking ahold of her right breast and squeezing it firmly. “They would’ve looked fantastic with my dick in between them.”

Alarms rang in both of the couple’s heads, but Marcus’s hand released her boob right after he emphasized his point with the squeeze, so there was space to give him some misbehaving leeway.

Jodi just let out a nervous laugh, hoping to move past the tension. “I mean, you were a jock, and I was very much a nerd, so I don’t blame you for not pursuing me, heh.”

John gave her a look and she immediately added, “Oh! Yeah, and I had John. We started dating as freshmen, so I was kind of taken anyway.”

“So what?” Marcus replied, circling different parts of Jodi’s boobs with his fingertips. “If you were half as hot back then as you are now, I would’ve definitely convinced you to cheat on this loser. I mean, no offense John, but you don’t really present any competition for me.”

Silence followed, and Marcus broke it with a hearty laugh. “I’m kidding, guys. Geez, tough crowd in here. I’m actually happy you two ended up together. You seem like a good couple. Not many high school sweethearts make it through college.”

The tension died down a little after that. “Awh, that’s nice of you to say,” Jodi commented, happy that he reeled back on the antagonizing dialogue. “We’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade the last eight years for anything in the world. John is the best guy I’ve ever met.”

The boyfriend smiled at her compliment and tried to ignore her close proximity with Marcus. “Hey, I’m the lucky one here, okay? Don’t even try to convince me otherwise.”

Jodi rolled her eyes and giggled. She looked towards Marcus before adding, “He always says he’s luckier than me, but I disagree.”

She was keenly aware of Marcus's eager hand, but he wasn’t groping her or anything. Not anymore, anyway, so she let it be.

“Yeah, you did a pretty good job for yourself, John,” Marcus began to reply. “I really thought you’d end up being a virgin into your thirties, haha. Turns out, you landed the hottest chick that came out of our school. Impressive stuff, really.”

John’s eyes went wide. Being a virgin was something that Marcus had teased him about constantly as kids, and it was a huge insecurity he had while growing up. Jodi never saw anything wrong with it, so she mentioned it from time to time and wore it as a badge of honor, which ironically bruised her boyfriend’s pride at the same time.

John just smiled and remained silent, praying that Jodi wouldn’t say anything now. She knew how much Marcus teased him about it, so proving him right would be absolutely–

“He is still a virgin!” Jodi called out proudly. “And will be for at least a few more years, if I have anything to say about it!”

Marcus looked back and forth between the couple a few times before replying in a surprised manner. “Wha– wait, hold the fucking phone.. you two haven’t had sex? Haven’t you guys been dating for a million years?”

“Yup,” Jodi replied with a smile, “but we’re saving it for marriage! We want it to be super special.”

“People still do that?” Marcus asked, almost laughing as he responded. “No way. I don’t believe it. How can you be with this chick and not fuck her brains out?”

“Oh, he’s wanted to,” Jodi replied before John could. “He’s been begging me to change my mind, but I won’t. He hasn’t even seen my boobs yet.”

A dagger entered John’s heart. He could tell Jodi wasn’t trying to embarrass him. She was proud of their dynamic and their commitment to each other, but it still stung to reveal such personal information.

Especially to his man who tormented him for so many years.

“I’m not buying this,” Marcus replied in disbelief. “You were a total slut in high school, always wearing those tight shirts and bouncing your boobs around everywhere. There’s no way you didn’t hook up with at least twenty guys during our senior year alone. And I’m supposed to believe you turned into a nun? No fucking shot.”

Jodi was clearly offended. “No, it’s true! Babe, tell him. Tell him how strict I am with you.”

“Uh,” John hesitated. That was the last thing he wanted to admit.

“Babe! Tell him how I’ve never let you see my boobs or even feel them,” Jodi persisted. She was desperate to prove herself.

“Yeah.. uh, she hasn’t let me see them yet,” John confessed meekly. “I have felt them before! But.. uh, that was a while ago.. when we first started dating in ninth grade.”

“A long, long, long time ago,” Jodi clarified, not wanting to appear more promiscuous than she really was. “I stopped letting him do that. He accidentally touched them once last year and I made him sleep on the couch for a full week, hehe. Remember that, babe?”

John put on a brave face, but he was mortified. Marcus would never let him hear the end of this.

“Yes, I remember..” he muttered.

Marcus just looked on in complete amusement. He’d struck gold walking into the middle of this relationship.

“So, yeah.. if I’m not even letting him see these big things, you can be sure that we’re not having sex,” Jodi confirmed, looking up at Marcus to see if he was convinced. This was the man responsible for the endless teasing she endured all those years ago. All she wanted was for him to know she wasn’t a whore.

“So you’re saying, me touching you like this,” Marcus said as he took hold of both her boobs and squeezed them, “is more than John’s gotten to do? In what, a few years? Haha.”

Jodi tensed up at the sudden contact, but still nodded innocently. “Yup. I would probably.. uh,” she paused as Marcus’s groping became more aggressive. Closing her eyes, a small moan escaped her lips. “I would probably break up with him if he ever touched me like this..”

John was absolutely beside himself. Marcus was kneading his girlfriend’s massive breasts right in front of him.

“Hey! Maybe you shouldn’t be touching her like that!” John cried out, staying seated on his side.

Jodi looked up at Marcus, biting her lip in hesitation. “You really shouldn’t. Do you know how long I’ve made John wait to do this? It’s.. oh, man.. your hands are strong. It’s really not fair to him..”

“I mean,” Marcus began to reply as he continued squeezing Jodi’s boobs, “there’s a reason these are called funbags. They’re meant to be played with. You can’t tell a man not to play with fat juicy tits like these.”

Jodi closed her eyes again. The sensation of having her breasts played with was overwhelming. “Well, okay..”

John was really bothered now. “But you tell me that I can’t play with them all the time!”

Her eyes opened suddenly, remembering that it was their old bully that was touching her boobs, but Marcus spoke up first. “I said ‘a man’. She can’t tell a man not to play with them. Afraid you don’t fall in that category, buddy.”

Jodi smirked sheepishly. “You really like embarrassing him, don’t you?”

“I like squeezing these massive fucking hooters even more,” Marcus replied, holding her boobs firmly and shaking them. “Why don’t you take your shirt off, slut? I want to see these things out in the open.”

Jodi's mouth dropped open. “Ugh, Marcus!” she whined playfully. “I thought I told you.. I’m not a slut or a whore or any other mean name you can come up with, mister.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. “If I say you’re not a whore, will you take off your shirt?”

Jodi actually paused for a moment to consider it, but John chimed in. “No, she absolutely will not. Marcus, you’ve gone too far. Take your hands off her boobs!”

He presented no threat to the larger man, but Marcus knew when he was overplaying his hand. He released Jodi’s boobs but kept his arm on her shoulder. Jodi’s cheeks were red from all the intense touching and the awkward situation.

“Thank you,” John said, relieved that his girlfriend was no longer getting sexually assaulted. “Now, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“Leave? I just got here,” Marcus replied. “Didn’t you guys have something you wanted to talk about?”

Jodi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, babe. We haven’t even talked about the bullying stuff.”

“We’re past that! He’s clearly shown that he doesn’t respect either of us,” John said sternly. “No offense, Marcus, but you’ve been horrible to us in the past, and you’re still being horrible to us now. I would like you to leave.”

There was a brief pause after that. Glances were exchanged between the three as the couple waited for Marcus’s response.

“I’ll leave if the whore wants me to leave,” he finally announced.

Jodi thought for a moment. She didn’t want to have wasted all this time for nothing. She wanted to settle things.

“This whore doesn’t want you to leave,” she replied, echoing his vulgar title for her. “This whore wants you to apologize for bullying my sweet boyfriend all throughout high school. I mean, why can’t we just all be friends now? Enough of this macho ego stuff. Let’s let bygones be bygones, and maybe we can even hang out for the rest of Coachella together? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

John wanted nothing to do with his old bully anymore. Even if he apologized, he just wanted to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend. Alone. Just the two of them.

But Marcus spoke up before he could say anything. “Okay, okay, fine. I can’t lie.. it was a lot of fun beating you up back in the old days, dork. I mean, look at you. You still look like a fucking loser. A fucking virgin. Bullying you used to make me feel better about myself, you know? Beating you up every day, dunking your stupid face in my piss.. it made me feel powerful. But we’re adults now, and I can see that maybe I was a little too rough on you in the past. So I’m sorry, okay?”

Jodi took in his apology and beamed with happiness. “Awh, Marcus! That was so good!” she cried out, turning her body to hug him from the side. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! He’s been waiting so long to hear you say that.”

She let Marcus go and turned to John to see his reaction. It wasn’t nearly as positive as her own.

“That’s it?” John asked. “Years of torment, years of humiliation and pain.. and that’s all I get? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Jodi couldn’t believe how ungrateful her boyfriend was being. “Babe, there’s no reason to nit-pick. He said sorry! What more can we ask for?”

“How about not calling me a fucking loser in his apology? That seems like a good place to start!”

Jodi rolled her eyes. “You can’t be serious, babe. That’s just how he talks. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it,” she said before directing her attention to Marcus. “Right?”

He had been smirking this whole time. Why this drop dead gorgeous slut kept giving him the benefit of the doubt, he had no idea. “No, I meant every word of it. He does look like a fucking loser.”

Jodi bared her teeth as she grimaced, clearly being proven wrong. John met her gaze with an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Well, whatever,” Jodi replied. “He said sorry. As far as I’m concerned, all those years of bullying and swirlies and black eyes are forgiven.”

She emphasized her forgiveness by giving Marcus another hug.

“I think your girlfriend likes me,” Marcus bragged as he hugged Jodi back, causing her to immediately pull off of the hug.

“I do not!” she replied playfully, slapping his developed chest. “I’m just happy that we’re all friends now. Right, babe?”

“Fine, fine,” John conceded. He just wanted the interaction to be over with, frankly.

“Yay! Friends!” Jodi cheered, clapping her hands together and bouncing in her seat, causing her tits to jiggle.

Marcus leered at her, which didn’t go unnoticed by the concerned boyfriend.

“You know what good friends do?” Marcus asked. “They don’t let their friends starve, and I’m halfway there. What do you have for grub in this bougie-as-fuck RV?”

Jodi immediately jumped to tend to their guest. “Food! Uh, food.. food.. actually, not much,” she replied as she walked over to the fridge, opened it, and bent over to peruse their options. Her shorts were tight, giving Marcus the perfect view of her ass.

“We have that strawberry and pineapple smoothie you were saving, hon,” Jodi called out as she closed the fridge door with the drink in hand.

“Oh, right! I spent almost fifteen bucks on that and never drank a sip,” John laughed out, stretching his hand out to receive the cold drink. “The prices here are out of control.”

Jodi didn’t hand it to him though. She frowned instead. “Babe, Marcus is hungry. Maybe this can hold him over until we can get some real food?”

John was almost hurt. “I’ve been looking forward to that though! And I haven’t eaten either,” he argued. “You’ve made your apology, Marcus. Nothing’s keeping you here. Go hit up the mess hall and see what they have.”

Marcus scoffed. “And lose out on getting to spend time with some old pals? No way. You’re stuck with me for the rest of the day.”

“Really?” Jodi replied excitedly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. She handed him the smoothie and watched him sip away at it. “You didn’t come with anyone?”

“No one important,” he replied after swallowing. “You actually saved me with your text. I came here with a buddy and his girlfriend, and I ended up hooking up with her last night. She was a great fuck, but my buddy wasn’t so buddy buddy when he found us this morning, as you can imagine, haha.”

Jodi replied with a sullen lip curl. “Awh, I’m sorry about your friends, but it all worked out! You lost two and then gained two today. It’s perfect.”

“Yeah, perfect..” John mumbled out, very much aware that he had his own girlfriend present that he needed to protect from this homewrecker. “I don’t get it. You don’t feel bad about having sex with someone’s girlfriend?”

“Feel bad? That’s the best part,” he replied, noticing how intently Jodi was paying attention to his answer.

“The best part? Can you.. can you explain a little more?” Jodi asked eagerly. John noticed a strange change in her tone, and he grew worried.

Marcus had her right where he wanted her.

With a smug look, he replied, “Girls in relationships, especially long relationships like yours, are always the most wild chicks. They put up with losers like you, Johnny boy, who don’t give them what they need. All for the sake of having a boyfriend. The security of it all. Then they miss out on whoring themselves around and having fun. By the time a real man comes around, she’s already aching to be manhandled, so it doesn’t take much convincing to get them to cheat, and the sex is always fucking great, haha. That’s what years of sexual frustration will get you.”

Jodi was breathing hard. “But.. but that’s not everyone. Not every girl wants to sleep around. Some of us are really happy in our relationships.”

Marcus shrugged as he took another sip of John’s smoothie. “Ehh. I personally think no one, especially a closet whore like yourself, knows what they’re missing out on until they come across it.”

He stretched his stance out as he spoke, widening his manspread. The movement drew Jodi’s attention, and she noticed the outline of his cock. Her mouth dropped open at the impressive size, but she quickly closed it and checked to see if John had noticed.

Luckily, he hadn’t. He was still scoffing at Marcus’s latest insult. “Okay, we proved she wasn’t a whore, so now you’re calling her a closet whore? I mean, really?”

“It’s okay, babe,” Jodi interjected. “It’s not even that demeaning, if you think about it. It’s like, he thinks I’m a whore but has no way to prove it, so he has to add ‘closet’ in there, heh. I kinda like it.”

John was just speechless. He had no response. Where was his prideful girlfriend? Where was the strong woman he loved?

“I know a whore when I see one,” Marcus replied.

Jodi rolled her eyes and giggled playfully. “Sure, sure. I think you just like calling any pretty girl a whore.”

“I can help you find out if you are one,” Marcus replied. “It’ll save you both a lot of trouble down the road. There’s a few tests I can put you through.”

John shook his head at the ridiculous–

“Tests? Oh my god, haha. Okay, you know what? Sure. I’m game. What are these dumb tests?” she replied confidently, crossing her arms and inadvertently pushing up her boobs.

Marcus looked at her like prey. His cock had been rock hard ever since he squeezed those massive tits, and he had to get more of her.

“Have you ever thought about cheating on this wimpy virgin here?” Marcus asked, spite evident in his tone. He continued sipping away at the delicious smoothie, almost nearing the bottom.

John had had enough. “Okay, cool it with all the name-calling dude. Whore, virgin, loser.. if we’re all friends here, which is already a stretch, then why are you still insulting us?”

“Babe,” Jodi cut in, “you kind of still are virgin.. so he’s not really saying anything that’s not true. Just because you’re embarrassed about it doesn’t mean that you have to take it out on Marcus.”

John hated how she kept siding with him. “But he’s adding wimpy in there!” he whined.

Jodi looked over to the brute smiling back at her. “Mister bully, can you please not add wimpy in there? My boyfriend’s feelings are getting hurt, hehe.”

“Fuck that. He looks like a wimp, so I’m going to call him a wimp,” he replied. “What’s wrong with being honest?”

Jodi smirked slightly at his response and looked back at her boyfriend with a careless shrug. “Sorry, babe. I tried.”

“You’re ignoring my question, closet whore,” Marcus reiterated. “Have you even thought about cheating on this wimpy fuck?”

Jodi couldn’t get over how much Marcus was irking her boyfriend. Everything he said was to purposely bother her sweet lover, and it was funny to watch. It was a head-to-head match of masculine egos, of manly pride, and the entertainment value was sky high.

“No, no, no. Believe it or not, this closet whore has never thought about cheating on her wimpy virgin boyfriend,” she replied, using Marcus’s own language to mock him.

She really hadn’t ever thought about cheating. What was the point? She was endlessly happy with John. He was the perfect match for her, and they had their futures all planned out.

“Until today, of course,” Jodi added without thinking. “After you came waltzing into our RV.”

John had been sporting a rare smile up until her last comment. He looked at her wildly.

Jodi met his gaze and soon realized her mistake. “Not.. not that I was thinking about cheating with you!” she added as Marcus grinned at her. “I was not thinking about having sex with you, Marcus. I just, uh.. you asked about cheating, so obviously.. obviously, I have to think about cheating to answer your question.. that’s why.. ugh! You get what I mean. Babe, you get what I mean, right?”

The odd phrasing still had John feeling embarrassed, so he didn’t respond.

“You’re getting flustered already? That was only my first question, haha,” Marcus replied with a rowdy laugh. “It’s not looking good for you.”

Jodi wore a guilty expression. She was not a whore. She was not! That was obvious. Marcus even stopped calling her one because he was convinced as well. He had to call her a closet whore. A whore that wasn’t a whore yet.

And that presented its own existential question.

Was she a closet whore?

“Next fucking question,” Jodi demanded. She had been on a four-year streak of not being called a whore, and while Marcus had already ruined her run, she was not about to let it become a pattern like it was in high school.

“He can’t be here for the rest of it,” Marcus replied, loudly slurping the last bits of his smoothie and then tossing the empty drink over to John.

“Aye!” he called out, raising his hands as the cup landed in his lap. Some leftover remnants splattered onto his clothes. “There was still some in there, asshole.”

“John!” Jodi called out immediately. “Who’s doing the insulting now? Hm? Why do you have to stoop to his level?”

John was shocked at his girlfriend’s picky call outs. “He just ruined this–”

But she wasn’t having it. Waving off his concerns, she interrupted with, “It’s not important. Uhm, do you mind leaving for a bit? I just want to run through these dumb tests real quick with Marcus. How long do you think it’ll take, mister bully sir?”

“Uhhh,” he began to reply with a smirk. He liked when she called him bully. “I can usually nut in thirty minutes. Twenty if the pussy is nice and tight.”

John picked up on the horrible insinuation and reacted in disgust, but Jodi’s response was a little different.

She almost had to stifle a giggle. Feeling rebellious, she decided to add onto the joke. “Well, you’d be taking my virginity, so it’ll definitely be tight, hehe. Twenty minutes for sure.”

The snickering pair then looked back at John and his mortified gaze, causing Jodi to roll her eyes. “Oh, relax, babe. He’s just messing with you. We’re not actually going to have sex. Right, Marcus?”

“No promises,” he replied.

Jodi giggled again. “Don’t listen to him, babe. He’s just being silly. This might actually work out perfectly. Since we’re all hungry, why don’t you go pick up some breakfast for everyone? We should be done with the rest of his silly little tests by the time you’re back.”

The last thing John wanted to do was leave his girlfriend alone with his bully. He wasn’t sure what Marcus was capable of, but also, Jodi was acting weird. Beyond weird, and it began to worry him.

“Uh, babe.. maybe we could all just go out and get breakfast together? I mean, it’s Coachella.. we don’t want to stay here crammed up all day, right?”

Jodi cocked her head slightly, maintaining her pleasant stare. “Do you not trust me?”

“No, no, I mean–yes! Of course I do. I just don’t trust him,” John replied, tipping his head towards the large brute currently scratching his balls. “No offense, Marcus.”

He smiled back. “None taken. Your girlfriend is definitely at risk of being raped if you leave us alone together.”

Another comment that punched the air out of the concerned boyfriend. “What? Dude, you cannot just say stuff like–”

“Babeee!” Jodi called out, standing in front of him and bending over at the waist to take his face in her hands. “He’s joking with you!”

“No, I’m not,” Marcus added, but Jodi ignored him.

“He likes getting under your skin,” she continued. “Just be the bigger man and let his ego stomp all over yours. Who cares about what he says? Words are just words. Let him call you a little virgin, a loser, a cuck.. let him call me a dumb whore and a stupid slut. None of it matters. You still have me at the end of the day, right? Isn’t that what you always say?”

John was very conscious of the fact that his girlfriend was bent over right in Marcus’s face. Her head was basically level with her ass, so he was getting a full view of all of her goods, and any outline that presented itself to him.

Given that, John was eager to concede the point and move on. “Okay, okay. I’ll go get breakfast, but I’m going to be jogging there, and I’ll be back very quickly!”

“Yeah, the mess hall is only like a five minute walk away. I’ll be fine,” Jodi reassured him.

But of course, Marcus had another idea. “Actually, I was in the mood for one of those fancy breakfast tacos. I think they’re serving them over by the food carts. The place is called Sunrise, uh.. Sunrise Fiesta, I think. Something like that.”

John looked past Jodi’s adorable face and over her left shoulder, catching Marcus ogling his girlfriend’s ass. “By the food carts? That’s like two miles of walking! No way.”

Jodi remained bent over as she looked back and asked, “What’s so special about that place?”

“Well, the breakfast tacos for one. It’s got all the same stuff the mess hall has; eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, sausage, but these guys throw it in a big tortilla. And they have waffles! Can’t get waffles at the mess hall.”

Jodi grinned back at John. “Ohhh, babe! He convinced me. I’ve never had a breakfast taco before, and a waffle does sound like it’d hit the spot.”

“Babe, it’d take me like an hour and a half just from the walk alone,” John argued. His old bully was almost certain to pull a move on his girl if he was gone that long.

“But you said you’d be jogging,” Jodi replied, forming her expression into a pout. “Pwease? I weally want a waffle. You wouldn’t say no to me, would you?”

John grunted in frustration. “Ugh, okay, okay.. you win. I’m going to be back as soon as possible, okay?” he said, standing up and physically correcting Jodi’s posture so that she wasn’t sticking her butt in his bully’s face.

He moved to put on his shoes as Jodi jumped joyfully. “Thank you, babeeeee! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole world, hehe.”

John certainly didn’t feel like a good boyfriend. He was about to leave her alone with an absolute asshole. He asked for their orders and wrote them down in his phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just.. keep your hands to yourself. Okay, Marcus?” he called out as he walked towards the entrance. “I’m trusting you, dude.”

“Don’t worry, buddy,” Marcus shouted back with a smug tone. “Your girlfriend is in good hands. Good, strong, manly hands.”

“Marcus! You’re so bad, hehe,” Jodi giggled.

John waved off the teasing. He was just trying to get in his head. The more paranoid that he was, the bigger Marcus’s ego inflated. It was instinctual for him to bug people, and John wasn’t having it.

As he stepped out and reached to close the door behind him, he heard Marcus say, “Okay, back to cheating on your boyfriend.”

It took a lot of willpower to not storm back inside and kick his bully out of their little home, especially as he heard his girlfriend’s adorable, pure-hearted giggle, but he resisted and closed the door. It was going to be a long walk, and the sooner he started, the better.

Back inside the RV, Marcus crudely looked Jodi up and down, taking extra time to appreciate her boobs and her long, toned legs. She was standing in the aisle, watching the large man undress her from his seated position.

“You’re not going to need clothes for this next part,” he stated, pushing his luck right off the bat.

Jodi rolled her eyes and smiled. One second with John gone and he was already telling her to get naked.

“Try again, mister,” she replied, smirking back at him.

Marcus grinned at the possibilities. This bitch wanted to be played with.

“You want to know if you’re a whore, right?”

Jodi nodded eagerly. “That’s why we’re here. That’s why I just sent my boyfriend off to who-knows-where for god-knows-what.”

“Uh huh. Why isn’t the answer just a straight up no?”

“It was a no, but you didn’t like that answer,” Jodi replied. “It wasn’t good enough for you. You just have this feeling or whatever that I’m some crazy slut, and I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not.”

Marcus looked her over once more, contemplating his next move like a lion stalking its prey.

“Why are you such a bitch with your boyfriend?” he finally asked.

Slack-jawed, Jodi delayed her response for a bit. “I.. I’m not. We’re in love, and he is very patient with what–”

“He wants to fuck you,” Marcus interjected. “He wants to enjoy you. He wants to see and play with those massive fucking tits. He wants to cum on your stupid fucking face. Why don’t you let him?”

Jodi was a little taken back. She wasn’t used to being talked to in this way. She was getting used to it from Marcus, but before him, no one talked down to her. Especially not her boyfriend.

“You can’t just give into temptations whenever you want. The world doesn’t work that way,” Jodi began to explain. “Saving that for marriage just makes it special. I probably wouldn’t ever let him cum on my face, but the other stuff, sex, seeing each other naked.. it’ll be a hundred times more special if we save it for our wedding night. And then I won’t get called a–”

She paused. On accident, she had revealed a deeply personal detail.

“There it is,” Marcus pointed out. “Then you won’t get called.. what? A whore?”

Jodi’s silence answered his question.

With a laugh, he continued, “Is that really what’s stopping you? Being called a whore?”

More silence from Jodi followed.

“Hold on, haha. It really bothers you that much?”

Silence.

“And you know I’m the one who started those rumors, right? In high school?” Marcus asked, almost rhetorically. He knew that she knew what he was responsible for back then.

A look of spite formed on her face, and Marcus loved it. He continued egging her on. “I never did know anything for sure, you know. I just saw that you had these gigantic fucking bazongas, and I assumed. I assumed you were getting passed around. Never heard a single bad thing about you, actually. Not until I started spreading those stories.”

Jodi’s breath deepened. Her thighs rubbed together to ease the burning in her cunt. Marcus confessing to carelessly starting stories, completely baseless stories, about her back in high school.. it was overwhelming.

He didn’t give a single fuck.

It destroyed her as a teenager, and he didn’t give a fuck.

The reason she didn’t have sex with her boyfriend, the reason she stopped making out with him, the reason she didn’t want to show him any part of her body.. it was all because of Marcus. He had so much power over her, and she didn’t even really know it until now.

Seeing that the power dynamic had shifted, Marcus stood up.

“Get on your knees,” he barked out. “Now.”

Jodi didn’t deny his request this time. It was harmless anyway. It was a degrading position, being on her knees, but they both still had their clothes on.

She lowered herself down and looked up at the bully towering over her. It was impossible to look him in the face without first seeing the outline of his cock. Her cunt loved the new position, and it was not quiet about its satisfaction.

“You know, one kid actually came to me.. back in high school. He started telling me this whole tale about you getting gangbanged in the guy’s bathroom,” Marcus described as he took a step forward, whittling down the space between Jodi’s face and his cock. “He put so much detail into the story, so much enthusiasm, as if it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. Two cocks were in your ass and and a third in your cunt, with four loads of cum already covering your face. And I had to pretend that I was hearing that story for the first time.. even though I'm the one who came up with it. Haha, I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard.”

Jodi closed her eyes. It was too much. Her tormentor was reckless. He didn’t fucking care. He was an ass, a piece of shit, and a fucking pig. He was everything that John wasn’t.

And it sent her lust into overdrive. There was no reason for her to be here alone with him, and yet, she was. She was on her knees below him. It was so fucking wrong.

Every muscle in her cunt tingled, vibrating its euphoric sensations out to the rest of her body. Crashes of elation roamed up her stomach and down her legs. Her toes curled, her eyes drew back in her skull, and goosebumps littered her soft, pale skin.

A constant series of pleasure-filled spasms surged through her body as an orgasm overtook every sensory organ she had. Her body shook as she bent forward and used Marcus’s stocky legs to keep herself upright.

“Fuck, fuck.. oh my godddd, yessss,” she moaned out.

He could feel her jerking as she climaxed.

“You fucking whore, haha. You just had an orgasm, didn’t you?” he asked regardless.

Jodi’s eyes opened after a few seconds as reality hit. “Shut up,” she replied through her heavy breathing.

“Of course you fucking did. Tell me, do you really still believe you’re not a whore?”

Jodi found enough strength to reposition herself back so she was sitting on her feet. “Fuck.. fuck you. I’m not a whore.”

“You just squirted all over the floor, you dumb bitch, and I didn’t even have to touch you.”

Jodi shook her head. After pausing briefly, she responded, “I didn’t know it had that much control over me. I.. I never knew it was you that started all those stories. I assumed, I guessed, but I didn’t know for sure. I didn’t know how you felt about it either. Like.. if you regretted it, or whatever..”

“And the fact that I don’t.. that’s too much for you, huh, whore?”

Jodi nodded. “You’re just so different. So different from John. From the moment you walked in! Within a few seconds, you had already called me a whore and touched my boob..”

Marcus took that as his queue to reach down and squeeze one of her boobs again. “Like this?” he replied.

Jodi looked down and saw his strong hand caressing her breast. “Yeah, like that. John would never do that without asking for my permission. You.. you don’t even care if I’d get upset or if I’d call you out.. you just do it.”

“And why do you think that is?” he asked, reaching into her shirt and groping her bare breast. He pinched her nipple and noticed as she bit her lip.

Jodi looked up as she continued getting fondled. Shaking her head, she waited for him to answer his own question.

“Of course you don’t know. You’re stupid,” Marcus insulted her. “I am a man, and men.. real men.. they don’t ask for permission. They see something they want, and they take it. And I want you.”

Jodi gulped. Her heart was about to beat out of her fucking chest. Her movement was paralyzed as she watched Marcus undo his belt. He unzipped his pants and in one quick swoop, lowered his garments to reveal his fat, veiny cock.

“And because you’re a whore, you’re going to give me what I want. Isn’t that right, slut?”

Jodi was mesmerized by his dick. The girth, the length.. it had to be at least eight inches and thick as all fuck. It was a behemoth of a cock, radiating power and heat like the engine of a mustang.

“I really, really shouldn’t,” Jodi replied, almost pleading with Marcus to stop his advances.. because she knew. She knew she was about to give in. “I know we made up and apologized and everything, but you still did a lot of bad stuff to my boyfriend. You bullied him every single day. Screw the things you did to me, that’s whatever, but my John.. my sweet boyfriend.. he’s innocent in all of this. He’s nice, he’s kind, and.. he doesn’t deserve this.”

Marcus looked down at Jodi almost in anger. He slapped her across the face and took pleasure in her little yelp. “That’s exactly why he does deserve it, cunt. He’s too innocent, he’s too nice, and he’s too kind. You said all that shit as if it was good, and yet, here you are on your knees. In front of me, his fucking bully, haha. There’s a reason for that. Whores like you don’t want sweet little boys. You want men. Men who will treat you like shit. Men who will disrespect you. Men who will slap you around and remind you that you’re a fucking worthless whore.”

Jodi was almost out of breath. “Yes..”

Marcus grabbed his cock and began slapping her face with it. “You like being talked to like this, don't you?”

Again, Jodi moaned. “Yes.. yes.”

“Admit it, bitch. You want to be a whore.”

“God, yes..” she muttered back, unable to contain her desires. Marcus’s cock was so warm, and each time it hit her face, her resistance faded. She could physically feel it fading.

“You want to cheat on your boyfriend, don’t you?”

Jodi hesitated, but only for a moment. “Fuck.. yes. I do. I really do.”

“Uh huh, and who are you going to cheat on your boyfriend with?” he asked, violating her face with his fat fuck stick. He rubbed it all around her adorable face, and she moaned at the degrading treatment.

“With you.. with you, sir.. please?” she moaned back.

“And who the fuck am I?” Marcus continued, slapping her face with his bare hand and forcing her head back into position by tugging on her hair. “Who are you going to cheat on your stupid boyfriend with?”

Jodi picked up on what he wanted. “I.. I’m going to cheat on my boyfriend.. with his bully.”

Marcus slapped her again. “With who?”

Jodi took his blow and returned to her position. This fucker was sick in the head, and she loved it. “With his bully. I’m going to cheat on my fucking boyfriend with his fucking bully, who’s a complete asshole–”

Another slap. Not good enough.

“Fucking mean it, whore.”

Jodi cheek stung from the hits, but she was on cloud nine. Nothing she did was good enough, and it made her cunt gush.

“Fuck you,” she spat back. “I am going to fucking cheat on my dumbfuck, virgin, beta bitch boyfriend, and I’m going to do it with the bully that made his life hell all four years of high school! I’m going to fuck the brains out of the man that dunked my boyfriend’s stupid head in the toilet every single day and made him cry at night. I’m going to give his bully everything that I’ve never let him have. There, is that fucking better?”

Jodi’s eyes were glazed over with sexual desire. She was no longer the sweet, innocent girlfriend that she had been for the past eight years.

Marcus slapped her one more time for good measure. “Fucking finally. There’s the whore I’ve been looking for.”

Jodi faltered to her right and let out a little giggle. “Mhm, I was trying to hide her, I guess.. but you got it out of me. You found the whore..”

Marcus laughed at her. “Prove it,” he demanded, stepping back from his towering position and taking a seat back on the leather bench. He removed his pants entirely now that he was off his feet. He sat back comfortably with a wide stance, drawing Jodi’s eyesight towards his hefty, angry-looking cock.

“Prove it?” Jodi asked as she rose to her feet.

“Yeah, prove it. Prove that you’re a fucking whore,” Marcus reiterated.

Jodi rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but giggle. “I just spent the last hour denying that I’m a whore, and now you want me to prove the exact opposite of that?”

Marcus nodded. “And you’re going to do it, too. You can’t help yourself. A guy with a big dick gives you a command and you start foaming at the mouth just to obey.”

Jodi scoffed playfully. “I’m not foaming at the mouth,” she replied, and then acknowledged the throbbing impulse in her cunt. “But maybe.. I am foaming somewhere else..”

Marcus chuckled. “I can see that. You're leaking right through your shorts. You want to cheat on that loser so badly.”

Jodi just bit her lip in response.

“Then fucking do it. What would a whore do right now?” Marcus asked, taking a hold of his cock and stroking it.

Jodi eyed his fat cock and accidentally let out a moan. She did want to cheat on her boyfriend, and she wanted to do it with the worst man she’d ever met.

“A whore would probably show you her boobs first,” Jodi finally replied with a sly but nervous smirk. “The same boobs she’s never let her boyfriend see before.”

She lifted her shirt over her head as she spoke, moving to remove her bra afterwards. She paused for a second after unhooking the back clasp, watching Marcus’s eager eyes as she kept her bra in place with her small hands.

Jodi contemplated everything over that next second. Did she really want to show her body to this man? This mean bully who beat up her boyfriend and gave him black eyes and swirlies and humiliated him all throughout high school? The man who destroyed her confidence, making her pledge to live a celibate life until marriage? The man who called her boyfriend a virgin, inadvertently forced him to be one for eight years, and then came back to steal his girlfriend right from under him? The man who..

Jodi gasped.

She quickly recalled that morning’s scary encounter. Finding John incapacitated.. he had almost drowned from Marcus’s piss swirlie, and here she was about to show him her boobs. She was about to reward him.

Jodi bit her lip, made her decision, and then dropped her bra.

“Fuck me,” Marcus remarked in awe. Her beautiful breasts dropped into view, and they immediately exceeded all visual expectations. The slight drop made them jiggle ever so slightly, which was only held back by their own perkiness. Her areolas were small and pink, emphasized more by the massive amount of white flesh surrounding them. Jodi’s big boobs were picture perfect, and her adorable smile made them that much more enjoyable.

“Do you like them?” she asked anxiously. This was a big moment for her. No one had ever seen her boobs before.

Marcus nodded in response. “Those are the fat fucking hooters of a true, true whore.”

Smirking enthusiastically, Jodi squealed in excitement. “Awhhhh! Thank you, mister bully, hehe. I’m so glad you like them!”

She bounced on her tippy toes and made her boobs jiggle for Marcus’s amusement.

“Yeah, fucking shake ‘em for me, whore,” he demanded.

Jodi smiled and brought her hands up below her breasts to bounce them up and down. “Like.. like this?”

The sight was enough to make a lesser man cum.

“Fuck.. you know just what to do, don’t you, slut?” Marcus said as his eyes feasted on the incredible whore putting on a show for him. “Are you sure you’ve never shown these fat melons to anyone?”

Jodi shook her head, adding to the sporadic bounces of her boobs. “Nope, I haven’t. You’re the only person who’s ever seen my fat melons, hehe. Pinky promise. Even if I tried, I could not tell you how many times John asked me to show him, but I always, always said no.”

The evil thought of refusing her boyfriend but eagerly submitting to his bully made her giggle.

“Hehe. Uh, I play with my fat melons a lot in the mirror though,” she added. “So I kind of know what makes them look good.”

Marcus shook her head and grinned. “I fucking love how much of a bitch you’ve been to him.”

Jodi smirked sheepishly, still shaking her breasts. “By not letting him do stuff with me?”

Marcus nodded.

“Well, it wasn’t to be a bitch! I really, really wanted to make that stuff special,” Jodi began to say before her tone turned more sinister. “And I’m so glad that I made him wait.. that I made my boyfriend wait. Because now, his bully gets to enjoy me first. How much more special can it get than that?”

The evil smirk on her face was almost palpable. It made veins pop out of Marcus’s cock.

“Get over here,” he growled at her. “I want to motorboat those slutty tits.”

The idea excited Jodi. “Mmm! Yes, sir! Hehe.”

She took a step towards Marcus and straddled his lap, with a leg on either side of his thighs. His cock strained against her shorts as she sat on it.

Marcus took her breasts in his hands and immediately dove in, mauling and sucking as he pleased. After motorboating them for a few seconds, he focused on her nipples and teased them with his tongue and his teeth.

Jodi's head shot back in pleasure. “Mm, that feels so good! Uhh, my god.. yes! Fucking.. yes!”

“These are the best fucking tits ever,” Marcus muttered, sending vocal vibrations into Jodi’s sensitive boob flesh.

She began grinding her clothed cunt into his thick cock. Her hips moved in a swivel like she had all the experience in the world. She, of course, didn’t, but enthusiasm made up for any know-how that she lacked.

“Fuckkk,” Jodi moaned out again. Marcus was going to town on her breasts, and she couldn’t hardly control herself. “This.. uh, uh, is what I’ve been missing out on? Fuck, fuck.. it feels so good!”

A second orgasm was quickly building, and Marcus’s eager mouth pushed her over the edge. As he sucked her right nipple, she exploded into another fierce climax that sent her whole body into sporadic spasms. She had to lean against Marcus yet again to keep upright, but he was still squeezing and sucking her breasts, so it was much less awkward this time.

“Fuck, Marcus.. you make me feel so good,” she moaned as her orgasm faded. “You know just what to do and where to touch me..”

He smiled around the flesh of her left breast, “Think that loser would be able to make you feel like this?”

Jodi smiled as she found the strength to sit back up. Marcus finally let go of her tits. “No,” she replied after contemplating his question. “He’d probably be super awkward about it.”

“Yeah, no shit. He’d be asking for permission before doing anything, haha,” Marcus laughed.

Jodi grimaced. “Ew, you’re so right. He’d definitely be asking me if this or that was okay and if he was hurting me, haha.”

“Now do you see why I always call him a fucking loser?” Marcus asked as he squeezed Jodi’s fat ass and grinded his dick into her cunt.

“Mm, yes.. I get it. He gives off small dick energy, and you give off big, big, big dick energy, hehe,” she replied, slowly bouncing in his lap to satiate the burning between her legs.

“So you’re fine if I still call him a loser when he gets back?”

Jodi bit her lip and then leaned in for a kiss. “You can call that fucking loser whatever you want, mister bully.”

Marcus met her lips and began passionately making out with her, squeezing her ass and rubbing her cunt from behind at the same time. Jodi moaned into his mouth as her body was played with. They instantly locked tongues and french kissed fervently.

And then she felt it. That wild, lust-filled feeling that she had felt back when she used to makeout with John in ninth grade. Back when they first started dating.

It was usually her signal to calm down. With John, she would’ve pushed him away and told him to take a cold shower when he complained.

But she couldn’t imagine doing that with Marcus. This wasn’t a man she could say no to. Instead, she embraced the feeling. Her passion consumed her, and she put one hundred percent of it into their kiss.

Marcus continued exploring her mouth with his tongue and could feel her enthusiasm increase. Her grinding became faster, her tongue fought back with his own, and her breathing deepened. The two made out for a few more minutes before John finally pushed her away.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he demanded. “I’m going to facefuck you. Hard.”

Jodi’s lust was at an all time high, so she only replied with a slutty smile. She got to her knees and immediately began showering his cock with kisses. Fast, plentiful kisses so that she could cover his entire groin in as little time as possible.

She then shoved her nose right into his ball sack, burying her face and rubbing his sweaty sack all over her cheeks, lips, nose, and closed eyelids. She wanted Marcus to see how much she craved him, and the message was thoroughly conveyed.

“Fuck, you’re one naughty fucking whore,” he replied.

Jodi smiled and kissed his balls one last time before coming up for air. “Mhm, only with you. I’m only a naughty whore with you. With John, I’m still a strict bitch.”

 “Fuck,” Marcus exclaimed. “I might keep you, whore. Thought I was just going to come in, fuck your relationship up, and leave, but I might keep you for myself.”

Jodi grinned deviously. “You’re going to steal me from my sweet, innocent boyfriend? But he’s so nice! So kind! He doesn’t deserve that!” she teased, purposely mocking her own words. She had a new mentality now, and they both knew it.

Marcus laughed at the joke. Jodi smiled back at him, pleased with his reaction, and then opened her mouth to approach the tip of his girthy cock.

“Before you suck my dick,” Marcus began to say, “I want you to know that I don’t fucking respect you. You are a whore. You’ve always been one and you’ll always be one. You mean nothing to me. I’m happy that I made you cry in high school. Tormenting you and your faggoty fucking boyfriend was some of the most fun I’ve ever had, and if you keep going now, you’ll just prove me right. You’ll cuck your boyfriend, the only dude who ever gave a shit about you, and you’ll be giving me permission to bully him every day from now on.”

Jodi was surprised at the slight abrupt change in his tone, but she took every word he said to heart.

Staring back into his eyes, she hesitated slightly before replying. “You’re saying all of that as if it’s a bad thing.”

A smile crept onto Marcus’s face. He watched as Jodi greedily swallowed his large cock. He let her get accustomed to it first, given that it was her first time handling a cock in her life.

He watched her stuff his cockhead into her mouth and bob her head until two, three, four more inches were buried down her throat. She choked almost immediately, but she fought off that reflex. Enthusiasm would be her best friend here again, and it more than made up for her inexperience.

With every downward bob of her head, she took in more and more of his massive cock. Marcus was impressed at her progress, and he helped her out by thrusting up and pushing her head down.

“There you go. Suck that fucking cock, whore,” he roared out.

“Mmmmphf,” Jodi moaned back. There was something instinctual about her need to blow Marcus with every ounce of effort she had. She wanted to serve him. She wanted to make him feel good. Being on her knees, worshipping his fat cock, it felt so fucking right.

Marcus eventually took over and began fucking her throat aggressively. He grabbed Jodi’s hands and led them to her back, signaling that he wanted her to keep them there.

Jodi smiled at the humiliating position and did as he asked. He clearly wanted full control of the blowjob, and she was more than okay with letting him have it.

Not because she could take it. She was already struggling, and less control would be that much more difficult to endure, but she wanted Marcus to feel power over her. The same feeling of power he had when he bullied her in high school. She wanted to recreate that feeling for him.

So she kept her hands behind her, kept her pretty little mouth open, and let Marcus take over.

“Stupid fucking whore,” he groaned, thrusting deep into her mouth before retreating and bludgeoning forward again. He repeated his rapid facefucking thrusts over and over, savoring the warm, fleshy feeling of her spasming esophagus.

“Can’t believe you’re letting me treat you like this, haha,” he chuckled as the situation dawned on him. “Poor fucking little Johnny. He’s been begging to see your tits for years, and here you are letting me facefuck the shit out of you, haha.”

Jodi’s cunt throbbed at the degrading treatment and talk. She tapped on John’s thigh, and he reluctantly let her up for air.

After catching her breath, she replied, “That’s not all I’m going to let you do.”

Their smiles met and lust overcame them. Marcus immediately forced his cock back into mouth and pumped away at her helpless throat.

Jodi could do nothing against his strength. She tried to imagine what her boyfriend was doing at that exact moment, and realized that he was probably in the middle of carrying their breakfast back in the hot sun. She felt a small pang of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the sexual impulse to give into the stronger man. The superior man. His bully.

And his bully liked humiliating her boyfriend, which meant that she liked it too.

Marcus eventually jammed his cock deep inside of her throat and kept it there, easing inch by inch into her gullet until her nose was buried into his pelvis.

“God, yes..” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

He hit the back of her head a few times, even though he couldn’t possibly get any deeper. Jodi needed air, so she broke her position and began slapping at Marcus’s thighs.

“Fuck, stop nagging me, slut. Let me fucking enjoy this,” he growled back, rocking his pelvis around to rotate his cock balls deep in her throat. “Whores don’t need to breathe. You need cock, cock, and more cock.”

Jodi could feel the lack of air messing with her head. She eventually gave up on bugging her bully for air and just hoped he’d let up eventually. For now, she wanted to let him enjoy her throat, unbothered by her annoying requests for a quick breath of air.

It was a long sixty seconds, but eventually, Marcus let her go.

And she didn’t move a muscle.

Jodi was completely limp at this point. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, her body was motionless, and her breathing was faint.

Marcus pushed her off of him and watched her slump to the floor. Groaning at her weak capacity to take his cock, he slapped her face to get her to wake up.

“Oh, come the fuck on,” he complained as he slapped her pretty face for the fifth time. Finally, around the tenth slap, Jodi showed signs of life. She was regaining her consciousness, and Marcus kept slapping her, not with full force, but not too lightly either.

By the twentieth slap, Jodi finally found the strength to put her hands up and block his hand.

“About fucking time,” he added, moving her hand out of the way and slapping her one final time. “You and your boyfriend pass out way too fucking easily.”

Jodi recovered and smiled weakly up at him. “Your dick is.. it’s so fucking fat. It’s not my fault.. I couldn’t breathe..”

His second comment finally clicked in her head. “My boyfriend? When did he.. oh, fuck. I forgot.. you almost drowned him, didn’t you? You bad, bad man.”

Smiling, Marcus replied, “And what does that make you? For sucking the bad man’s cock?”

Jodi moved to stand up as she giggled. “I think we both know what that makes me, mister bully sir.”

They looked at each other and simultaneously blurted out the answer. “A whore!”

Chuckling together, Marcus reached forward to lower her shorts and her panties, which came with no protest from the beautiful streamer.

“You’re the first person to see my pussy, too,” she mumbled nervously.

Marcus appreciated the sight for a moment. “Your cuck has to be fucking gay. Look at your pretty fucking cunt. It’s perfect,” he complimented. “He really never tried to even catch a glimpse of you naked?”

Jodi shook her head. “Nope. Not on purpose anyway. He’s walked in on me after getting out of the shower, but he always panics and closes his eyes before he can see anything, so I know it wasn’t on purpose. Maybe he is gay, haha.”

“And did you punish him for that?”

Jodi nodded as she prepared to mount the strong man. “Mhm, I remember making him do all the chores and making him sleep on the couch for a week, which is so funny now.. because he never saw anything. I was always wearing a towel or was covered by the shower curtain when he walked in on me. I think I just liked punishing him, hehe.”

“Fuck, you’ve bullied him just as much as I have,” Marcus replied. It put a smile on Jodi’s face and made her cunt throb. To think that she’s been adding to her boyfriend’s misery on top of everything that Marcus did to him.. it was too fucking hot.

Without responding, she looked down, lined his fat cock up with her cunt, and let gravity do the rest.

“Fuckkk,” she moaned as his cock inched its way deeper into her pussy. “You’re my first.. oh my god, you’re my first. I just gave my virginity to my boyfriend’s bully! Fuck!”

“You’re like my sixtieth, haha,” Marcus replied as he began fucking the cheating slut with increasing momentum. “Like I said, you don’t mean anything to me.”

“Mmm, you have no idea how hot that is!” she moaned, bouncing on his cock with building fervor as her tits bounced in his face. “I’m just another fucking whore to you, and I’m giving you everything.. everything that I’ll never let my boyfriend have! Fuck, fuck.. fuck!”

Jodi moaned out as the sensation of a dick inside of her for the first time was too much to bear. She reached her third and most powerful climax yet. Marcus watched as her body contracted, shaking with intense pleasure. He could feel her cunt throb and gush all over his cock, sending her juices down his shaft and to his balls.

“Fuck me! You’re so good, Marcus.. I fucking love you,” she moaned. “I love my boyfriend’s bully! Fuck, your dick is so good! It’s so fucking good! I’ll be your good little fuck slut.. just promise to keep fucking me! That’s all I want! Fuck!”

Marcus grinned. He had a hunch that Jodi would turn out to be a complete cockdrunk slut, but he wasn’t sure. It was impossible to know for sure.

Until, of course, she screamed out what Jodi just did.

He watched her riding his cock like an experienced cowgirl as her tits bounced all over the place. The sight before him would be an immediate contender for the porn hall of fame, if it was being filmed. Marcus had plenty of sex before, but this was easily in his top ten lays, given the circumstances.

“Can’t believe that fucking loser has never enjoyed this view before,” Marcus replied as Jodi’s cunt brought his cock endless pleasure with warmth, wet, and tightness all being off the fucking charts.

Jodi moaned as she looked Marcus in the eyes. She smiled as he clearly was enjoying how she was fucking herself on his massive fuckstick.

Squeezing her boobs together for his enjoyment, she replied, “Only men get to see me like this. Not little bitches who whine for a little peek at my slutty boobs.”

“I don’t ever want you to fuck him, got it, slut?” Marcus demanded. “Ever.”

“Oh, trust me, I won’t,” Jodi replied, pausing her riding briefly to grind her pelvis around as she kept him balls deep inside of her cunt. “Mmm, fuck, you feel good. He won’t get to have sex with me until we’re married, which is a long ways away, and you can play with me all you want until then, hehe.”

Jodi thought her answer would’ve been satisfactory, but it wasn’t.

“No, you fucking stupid bitch,” Marcus roared in response. “I said ‘ever’. I don’t want him to ever enjoy you. I want you to keep him a fucking virgin for the rest of his life. That’s what I’d say to him when I was dunking his head in my piss back in high school, haha. That he’d be a virgin his whole life, and I want you to help me make sure that happens.”

Jodi paused her movements entirely as she looked to him for clarification. “Wait, wait.. so you do or don’t want me to stay in a relationship with him?”

“You’re dumb as fuck, you know that?”

Jodi giggled and rolled her eyes. She brought her hands up to her boobs and bounced them together. “Yes, I know I’m dumb, but I have nice boobs, so it makes up for it, right? Whores are supposed to be stupid anyway.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Marcus replied. “But I want you to fucking get this. Keep him a virgin. Forever.”

Jodi began slowly riding him again as the idea sunk into her head and turned her on. “So, even after we get married.. you want him to stay a virgin?”

“Now you’re getting it, whore.”

“So what am I supposed to tell him on our wedding night?” Jodi asked as her riding speed increased and her big boobs bounced around. “When he.. fuck, uh.. when he wants to have sex with me?”

“Make something up,” Marcus groaned as he started lifting his pelvis to meet her bounces. “Just don’t fuck him.”

“Mmm! Fuck, keep him a virgin forever? That’s so, so mean,” Jodi moaned as her eyes rolled back. “I fucking love it. Uhh! Fuck, your dick is so good.”

The two lost themselves in their sexual escapades. Jodi bounced on Marcus’s cock for another few minutes before he decided to take over. He bent her over the little table in the middle of the RV and went to town on her pussy.

“Yes, fuck! Fuck me, Marcus! Fuck me and show me who the fucking boss is! God!” she moaned out as her body was shoved back and forth. He had a tight grip on her hair, keeping her head pulled back in an awkward way, but she fucking loved it. The less control she had, the hotter the sex was.

“Worthless fucking cumslut,” Marcus barked at her as he pummeled her cunt. “This is all you’re fucking good for!”

“Mmhm!” she moaned back, holding onto the edge of the table with all her might. “I know! I fucking know! I’m just a dumb fucktoy for your cock.. fuck! I’m so glad I invited you over! God, fuckkk! You know, uh.. John actually wanted us to leave, haha. After you almost drowned him.. he wanted to leave, and I told him no.. haha. I told him no, and he just accepted it. He really is a loser..”

“Really? Haha,” Marcus asked as he continued fucking Jodi from behind. “And what did you say?”

Jodi giggled in between her moans. “I told him, let’s invite the man who almost drowned you back here. Let’s invite your bully back and we’ll get him to say sorry, haha! And he fucking believed me! What a dumbass.. fuck! So big.. so fucking big!”

Marcus had to pause his thrusts to laugh at the new information, but it was brief. He continued pounding away at Jodi’s tight Asian cunt, knowing that they were low on time.

“Did you really think I’d come back and not fuck with you guys?” Marcus asked in disbelief. “I bullied the shit out of both of you.”

Jodi felt a little stupid there. John had said the same thing, and it was obvious now, but she really had believed she could get through to him at the time.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.. fuck. Yes, I did.. I thought we could talk to you, like mature adults, and.. hah, I don’t know. It sounds dumb, but.. fuck! Uh, uh, uh.. I’m glad I invited you anyways. Even if it was dumb at the time. I’m glad my boyfriend was stupid enough to let me invite you back, haha. I never would’ve gotten to be a good whore for you.. if he had a backbone and just told me no. Guess that’s why nice guys finish last, right? Hehe.”

“Damn right,” Marcus replied as he slapped her fat ass. “Nice guys always finish last, but in this case, he won’t get to finish at all.”

“Mmm, that’s right.. because I’m never letting him fuck me, right?” Jodi replied with her giggly voice. “Hehe, you’re such a fucking chad. Fuck, fuck.. fuck me! Fuck me, mister bully! Mm! Give it to me! Give it to that fucking loser’s girlfriend! The one you bullied for years and years and y– fuck! Ahh!”

Jodi closed her eyes shut as another orgasm came over her.

***

John carefully balanced the trays of food that he purchased for his girlfriend and his old bully. While it was an embarrassing reality, he was happy that it was almost over. He was only a few dozen yards away from their RV.

He would arrive with the food, eat with Jodi and Marcus, maybe get called a loser one or two more times, and that was it. He was going to convince Jodi to help him ditch the third wheel, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

John planned it all out in his head. It was a long walk after all, made even longer by the fact that the inconvenient food trays were so difficult to carry, so he had plenty of time to think it all out.

He was here to spend time with his loving, adorable girlfriend, and he wasn’t going to let his high school bully ruin that. He had already ruined enough things in his life. It was time to put his foot down.

As he approached the RV, relief washed over him. He had been so worried about dropping the food all the way here. He bought everyone two waffles and a big heaping breakfast taco, just the way they requested.

But food for three people was difficult to carry for multiple miles, so he walked at a snail’s pace the entire time, making sure that he didn’t accidentally trip or bump into someone.

John’s stomach had been growling from the beginning of the journey, and he couldn’t wait to dive into the delicious looking breakfast taco he ordered. As much as he hated to admit it, Marcus seemed to have picked out a good spot for morning grub.

That’s when something caught his attention.

A flash.

And then another flash.

It was coming from the window of their RV.

John got closer and squinted his eyes to make out what was happening. It looked like Jodi and.. and Marcus. Ugh. Yes, he was still there, unfortunately. Marcus was holding up his phone and that’s where the flash seemed to be coming from. So clearly, he was taking pictures.

And Jodi.. she was.. oh, her back was to John, and she was.. holding her shirt up?

That’s odd. It looked like Jodi was.. exposing her boobs to Marcus? But that wasn’t possible because she never even let John see her boobs. Little chance she’d let his old bully have that privilege before him.

Right?

John’s heart began beating faster as he quickened his pace. There was no reason to worry about what his exhausted, hungry brain may or may not be making out through the tint of the window when he could just walk in and see for himself.

As John hurriedly reached for the door handle, he angled himself oddly and accidentally tilted his tower of food trays.

“Fuck,” he shouted, which would’ve alerted Jodi and Marcus to his presence. John managed to save four of the six trays of food. Unfortunately, two waffles and a breakfast taco splattered onto the ground.

It was the one thing he was trying to avoid on his way here, but it didn’t matter as much anymore. He just wanted to see what was going on inside, so he opened the door and brought the surviving food inside.

“Hey, babe,” John called out as Jodi turned around and bounced over to hug him.

“Hiiiii!” she called out cheerfully. “I missed you so much! What took you so darn long?”

John felt some relief as he was pleasantly greeted by his girlfriend, but the smug look on Marcus’s face was anything but reassuring. He was fiddling around on his phone, but Jodi took over his attention as she helped him set the food down and kissed him.

It was the most intimate kiss they’d shared in a long time, so John did his best to appreciate every second of it. Jodi got a little sloppy, sticking her tongue in his mouth and initiating a bold french kiss that lasted several seconds.

“Oh, babe!” John called out after she broke the kiss. “What’s gotten into you? Haha.”

“What? I can’t kiss my handsome boyfriend?” she asked adoringly.

“No, no, you can! You definitely can, haha,” John replied, just happy to have finally shared a bit of intimacy with his girlfriend. Her breath was a bit off, though. “Mm, did we pack toothpaste?”

Jodi looked at him with an upset glare, knowing that the liter of cum she just swallowed had impacted her breath. “Are you saying my breath stinks? Babe! In front of our guest?”

John widened his eyes and realized his mistake. Fuck. He would be lucky if she didn’t ban him from kissing for a whole month.

“No, uh.. sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” John mumbled out. “I just meant.. uh, look! I brought waffles!”

That instantly changed the mood with whoops coming from Jodi and Marcus. They gathered together and started separating the food trays as John asked his next question.

“What, uh.. what was going on in here? Right before I walked in?” he asked timidly.

Jodi looked at him with an odd glare. “What do you mean?”

“I saw some flashing from outside. Were.. were you guys taking photos?” he asked more directly.

“Oh, yeah!” she recalled. “Marcus said he knows a modeling agency that would love to scout me, so he just wanted some photos to introduce me.”

John hesitated slightly. “But.. just of your face? Your shirt.. wasn’t, uh..”

“What are you asking, John?” she asked coldly. “Stop being so scared and timid. Just ask me directly.”

John was surprised by her sudden change in tone, so he decided to drop the subject. “Ahh, nevermind. It was probably nothing.”

“Hm,” she mumbled back.

“Hey, what fucking gives?” Marcus called out, drawing their attention. “There’s only two breakfast tacos here, and neither of them have bell peppers. Did you fucking forget?”

John knew what the mistake was. Marcus’s taco was the one that fell.

“Ah, fuck. That’s my bad. I accidentally dropped some waffles and a taco outside,” he revealed sheepishly.

“Honey..” Jodi looked at him with disapproval.

“Well, I’m taking yours then. Fucking loser can’t even fetch food correctly,” Marcus replied before swiping John’s food and taking a bite.

“Hey, dude, I’m hungry too!” John called out, but his girlfriend stopped him.

“John, you dropped his food! The least you could do is give him yours,” she reasoned.

John was really looking forward to the breakfast taco though. His stomach growled at the idea of not getting a chance to eat it. “Jodi, I just walked like five miles to get this stuff. The sun’s out and everything, so I was sweating, too. I need something to replenish here.”

“Replenish? Babe, it’s not a big deal. Just go get something from the mess hall,” she suggested. “Our old bully here will keep me company while you’re gone, right, Marcus?”

The two looked at each other with knowing smiles, and it set alarms off in John’s head. Something had happened between them. He could feel it, taste it almost, and smell it too..

Was the smell in here different from before?

Something was off, and there was no chance he was leaving them alone together again.

“Fine, whatever,” John gave up. Even if he won the argument, Marcus was already done chowing down on half of his food. “Could I just get a bite of your taco? We ordered basically the same thing. And I got everyone two waffles. It’s perfec–”

“Babe,” Jodi interrupted him. “I’m actually not super hungry. Marcus fed me a little earlier. My tummy’s all full, and I promised to give him my food. He kind of deserves it for keeping me company. You were gone for a long time! Almost two hours!”

“He fed you?” John asked oddly.

Jodi stared at him with an unbreaking smile. “Yes. Marcus fed me.”

“With what? How? I thought you were waiting for me to–”

“Ugh, babe. Why are you being all paranoid? He went to the mess hall and got me some food.”

John understood, but he was getting desperate now. “But.. babe, my stomach is growling. Surely we can share–”

And she just wasn’t having it. She was already standing and moving her food onto Marcus’s trays. “Look how hungry he is! He’s exhausted from keeping me entertained. You know how much I like to yap. Surprised he didn’t run off, hehe.”

Marcus chuckled with a mouthful of his egg, bacon, and hashbrown taco. After swallowing, he added, “I only stayed because of those fat fucking melons she’s got. She let me play with them while you were gone, virgin boy.”

John immediately looked at Jodi in alarm, but she just giggled in response. “He’s just messing with you, babe. Relax! Remember how much he liked teasing you in high school? It’s the same thing.”

“I thought we all made up and got past all that,” John complained as he watched Jodi sit way too close to his bully, who was still scarfing down all the food he carried for miles.

“We did, babe,” Jodi replied as her right hand moved below the table line in an odd back and forth motion. “But he’s still the same person! He can’t just change who he is at the snap of his fingers. It takes time for people to change, and we have to be patient. Especially since we’re going to spend the whole day together!”

John was getting sick and tired of Marcus this and Marcus that. “So what? He’s still the same.. should I still be worried about getting my head dunked in the toilet? Haha,” John replied with a chuckle. He was trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but the response struck fear into his heart.

The response was silence.

Jodi bit her lip nervously and didn’t reply for some odd reason. She almost looked guilty.

“Babe?” John reiterated curiously.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jodi lamented as Marcus gazed at him with a smirk. It was as if they were both in on something. “I was talking with our old bully here, and I was asking about the swirlies. I told him I didn’t really get how they worked or how embarrassing they might be, mostly so I could.. you know, relate to your past experiences more. And he offered to do it again, but with me watching this time..”

John's confusion slowly faded into fear. “And.. who’s he going to do it on.. exactly?”

More silence followed. All John could hear was his heart beating faster and faster.

It was a fight or flight moment. And John chose flight.

Without another word being spoken, John sprung out of his seat and raced for the front door of the RV.

“Baby!” he heard Jodi call after him, but the louder sound was Marcus’s footsteps right behind him. John only managed to make it twenty feet away from the RV before Marcus tackled him. A brief scuffle ensued, but John was no match for Marcus’s strength.

Jodi rushed outside to see Marcus dragging John back as he clawed at the grass.

“No! Please.. please don’t!” he begged in desperation. “Help! Someone! Someone please help me! Anyone..”

Passersby gave them weird looks, but Jodi immediately answered their unasked questions.

“He’s fine, everyone! He’s okay!” she called out to several groups of people. “It’s his first time smoking weed, hah! You guys know how it is!”

Small laughs followed as everyone’s attention was turned back to their own groups.

John gave up his struggle as he was dragged up the steps off the RV. Jodi followed behind and locked the door behind them.

“Babe, please don’t struggle,” she pleaded. “I just want to see how it works. I want to see how humiliating it is for you. I.. I want your old bully to humiliate you right in front of me. I was, uh.. I was talking with Marcus about the swirlies, and he made them seem so funny and then I was wondering why you even complained about them so much..”

John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His girlfriend was actually being brainwashed by his old bully, but it was clear that she was conflicted. He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

They reached the bathroom where Marcus hung John up by his underwear on the shower hook.

“Fuck you, man,” John groaned out as he had a brief shoving exchange with Marcus, but he just backed away and let John dangle, chuckling as he did so.

“Just like old times, huh? Haha,” Marcus laughed out.

Jodi bit her lip as she walked up to him. “I’m so sorry, babe.. this is all my fault. It was just so interesting to me.. you know, how he bullied you back then. We were talking about all the things he used to do to you, and I kind of understood it from his point of view. Like, I was starting to see why he bullied you and why he thought it was okay, but that was so messed up, right? Like, I should be seeing it from your view. You’re my boyfriend, of course, so that’s what this is for.”

John looked demoralized. He wanted to believe that his girlfriend was well-intentioned, but it was so hard from his perspective.

“And what? He just had to hang me up here from my freaking underwear, right?” John asked, trying to reason with his girlfriend of eight years. It was like high school all over again, except they were fully grown adults now. This was ridiculous.

Jodi shrugged hesitantly. “Well.. you did try to run away,” she explained before turning towards Marcus. “You wouldn’t have hung him up there if he didn’t try to run, right, mister bully?”

“Yeah, I probably still would have. He looks funny up there,” Marcus laughed as he positioned himself by the toilet.

Jodi turned back to John with her teeth clenched and a look of embarrassment on her face. “Sorry, babe.. I guess he still has a lot more of the old bully attitude still in him than I thought.”

John was beside himself. “I told you he still did!” he proclaimed in a loud whisper. “The things he used to do to me.. people like that don’t change. I tried telling you that! I tried telling you before he even came over.”

Jodi looked at him with a guilty look. “Oops.”

John was frustrated, but he could tell his girlfriend was just as helpless as he was. With one last ditch effort to stop his bully, he motioned for his girlfriend to get close while Marcus did whatever he was doing by the toilet.

Jodi leaned in, but they were interrupted before a plan could be hatched.

“Hey, slut?” Marcus called out.

Jodi immediately turned and cheered up. “Yes, sir?” she called out happily.

Yes sir? What was that about?

“Come over here and cover my dick,” he demanded. “I don’t want that fruity faggot sneaking a peek while I piss.”

“Hehe,” Jodi giggled. “He thinks you’re gay because we haven’t had sex. Isn’t that funny?”

Things were fucking snowballing, and he had to concentrate on one thing. As rude as the gay comment was, there was something that bothered him more.

“Piss?” John implored incredulously. “Whoa, whoa, c’mon, guys. Can’t we do this without that part?”

Jodi looked back to Marcus for a reply, but it was clear that he was leaving it up to Jodi, which put her in a tough position.

She looked back at John with that same guilty expression. “Didn’t he used to pee in the toilet before dunking your head in back in high school?”

John was startled by her question. Was she actually thinking about giving the go ahead when Marcus was giving her the option to say no?

“Yeah.. I mean, yes, he did.. do that,” John stumbled out. “But surely, you’ll get the idea without that–”

“Then I think we should do it,” Jodi confirmed confidently. “Otherwise, how am I supposed to really see how embarrassing it was? How humiliating it was for you? No, no, John.. I want him to do it just like he did in high school.”

“You should record it, too,” Marcus suggested as he unzipped his pants.

Jodi turned to him and gasped. “That’s a great idea! Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?”

John shook and banged on the wall in protest. “No, no.. I’m sorry, babe, but I have to put my foot down right here. Under no circumstances will I let there be a recording of this. I’m sorry, but no.”

Jodi looked back at him with puppy eyes. “But babe, what if I need to be reminded of how awfully he treated you? I forget things easily. Marcus was just telling me how stupid I am. I might forget this, and then, what? I’d have to ask him to give you another swirlie, and you don’t want that, right?”

John felt like he was on another planet. Reason didn’t exist here.

“Babe..” John began to say before he was interrupted.

Jodi looked at him with her classic pleading glare. “Please, baby? I really, really want to record it. I want to record your bully dunking your stupid–.. your head into a toilet filled with his pee. Please? I don’t want him to have to give you a swirlie tomorrow and the next day and the next day, just because you didn’t let me record it. You don’t want that either, right?”

John knew he wasn’t going to get through to his girlfriend. “No, I don’t want that..”

Jodi’s face suddenly beamed. “Of course you don’t! So you’ll let me record it then?”

Defeated, John finally gave in. “Fine.. fine. You can record it. Just.. just promise me that it’s only for you. No one else will ever see it, right?”

“Of course, babe,” Jodi reassured, walking up to him and smiling innocently. “What do you think? I’m going to post it online and get everyone to laugh at you? Just like high school? No way, babe.”

Oddly, that lifted a huge weight off his shoulder. Jodi was clearly doing this for his benefit–

“Oh, wait,” she said suddenly, turning to talk to Marcus. “You didn’t want a copy of the video, right?”

Marcus had been chuckling to himself this whole time. “Sure, I’ll take one. Got some friends who crack up at that stuff.”

John was horrified by his answer, but Jodi just turned back to him with an indifferent shrug. “Okay, so it’ll only be me and him with a copy. Sorry.”

“Uh, you don’t think giving the guy who made my life hell a copy of a super embarrassing video of me is.. I don’t know, a mistake?” John asked as slowly as he could. He had to convey the absurdity in some way, but nothing was working.

Jodi thought it over for a few seconds. “Gosh, babe. Giving your old bully a copy does seem a little messed up, but I trust him with it.”

John was shocked. “Trust? He just said he’s going to show it to other people!”

“Listen to me,” Jodi began to say in a convincing tone. “You haven’t spent as much time with him as I have. I know you think he’s super evil, but he’s not that bad, babe. We really, really bonded over those two hours that you were gone. I got to know him in ways that, honestly, I’ve never gotten to know you. We did stuff that you and I haven’t even done, and from all of those experiences, I can genuinely say.. I want him to have a video of you getting a swirlie.”

“Don’t you mean, you trust him not to share the video with other people?” John tried to clarify. Her phrasing was so odd, but the situation was odd, so he let most of it go.

“Right,” Jodi nodded. “That too.”

John slumped in his hanging position and didn’t respond. Jodi took that as agreement.

“Yay! Thank you, baby! Okay, Marcus let’s get this show on the road.”

John didn’t look. He wasn’t gay, obviously, but he didn’t want to be in his situation in any way. If he was forced to be there physically, then he would mentally check out.

But it was hard to ignore the sounds.

“Oh my god, it’s so big,” Jodi whispered.

Adorable giggling.

“You want me to aim it?”

More giggling.

“I don’t think I’d even be able to control it.”

Even more giggling.

“Wow.. it’s like a firehose, hehe.”

Finally, the loud stream of piss ended.