You stiffen, heart halting in your chest and freezing your blood in your veins. Andy’s blue eyes pin you in your spot, a twisted gleam on his face that you can only see—probably because you’re just as cruel as him. He’s the same man who fucks you like to breed you, spewing the filthiest words about marking you, claiming you, and knocking you up. Before the silence can drag on too long, you shake your head. “N-No.”

When a car pulls up in the driveway, Jacob brushes past you, “Dad, you're so embarrassing—Peter and Benji are here, let’s go help them with their stuff, babe.”

You go to follow him, but as expected, Andy grabs your wrist. “She promised to help me check all the windows.”

Your boyfriend falters slightly, “Fine, whatever. I’ll be outside.”

As the door shuts, Andy inhales deeply, “Boy needs an attitude check. Unlike you, baby, you’re my good girl, yeah?.” He turns to you, running a hand down his beard, “Do you remember what I told you last night?”

“That you love me.”

A soft smile plays on his lips, “And I do, I tell you that whenever I can but what else did I say?”

You try to recall the events of the previous night; the dim lights in Andy’s bedroom, the sweat covering both of your skin and his mouth against yours, “To stay in the car with you.”

“Good girl.” The older man’s eyes trail from your face down your body, lingering on your sweatpants. He tuts his tongue as he steps behind you, “You’re going to change, right?” He’s firm against your back and his breath ghosts your cheek.

He grips your waist, his warm touch slipping down to your hips and the band of your pants. He doesn’t waste any time dipping into your panties, “Andy—”

“I’m just helping you get changed, baby.” He chuckles darkly, peppering kisses down your neck until he reaches the collar of your t-shirt. He cups your mound, his bare skin against yours as one of his digits barely breaching your slit, “bet your ass is still stretched from last night. Think we can sneak one in before we leave?”

Sighing, you slump into him. That familiar relaxing lust taking over, “We’ll get caught.”

“As if that doesn’t turn you on.” He rasps, sucking at the skin between your neck and shoulder, “You love that shit, so do I, and that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

A loud laugh flows from one of the windows, and it snaps you back. You shove Andy away to put some distance, “Why do I need to change?”

As if on cue, a knock on the front door sounds before it clicks open. A deep voice calls out, “Barber! It’s almost seven, let’s go!”

Andy flashes you a charming smile, sucking on the tips of his fingers, “That’s why.”

Now, you’ve changed into the dress that was on Andy’s bed. It’s from your section in his closet, where a bunch of your clothes have accumulated throughout your relationship. The fabric is a pale yellow with a tiny bow between your breasts and ends at your thighs.

Outside, Jacob and his friends are exploring Mr. Barnes’ RV as the two older men chat by the car. The morning sun glows on the fresh dewy grass and the front of the house.

“There she is.” Bucky grins at you walking out of the house, clutching your backpack in your hands, “all pretty and even wrapped with a little bow. Andy, you shouldn’t have.”

Ignoring his friend, Andy calls your name. “There’s no room in the trunk for that, sweetheart.”

Coming closer to the two men, you shyly smile at Mr. Barnes, “I’m keeping this with me so I don’t get bored.”

Bucky licks his lips, the slight stubble on his cheeks is a sharp contrast to Andy’s full beard. “Oh, you won’t be bored next to me.”

You’re confused for a moment and look between them. They’re almost the same height, Andy is a little taller while their shoulders mirror a similar broadness. Even through the fabric of their clothes and rolled up sleeves, you can see the shapely muscles gracing their bodies. As if they have a mind of their own, your gaze falls to their thighs, zeroing in on Bucky’s thumb hanging from the belt loop of his jeans.

This is the why, Mr. Barnes is the why—oh, this trip won’t be as relaxing as you thought it would be.

You clench your thighs, holding your bag to your chest as the men’s eyes, like lasers, burn through the fabric of your dress, straight to your core.

In the zooming car, the surroundings are a blur. The radio plays mainstream pop songs as Andy’s fingers rhythmically tap on the wheel, and each passing moment punctuated by the quiet snores of your boyfriend from the passenger seat. He’s curled in his hoodie, headphones in his ears with music so loud that you can hear it over the blood rushing through your head.

“How does she feel?”

“Like a dream.” Bucky cranes his neck, peering between your spread thighs as three of his fingers stretch you open, “how do you feel, baby?”

A soft moan is your only reply, it’s all you’ve managed since the car started to move and Mr. Barnes sneaked a hand up your dress—while Jacob was still awake.

Bucky swings open the back door with an inviting yet intimidating twinkle, “Hop in, sweet girl—”

Your name is called from the RV towed behind Andy’s large SUV, Jacob hangs out the door with a crooked baseball cap. “C’mon! Mr. Barnes installed this old game station—like, it’s one he used to play with my dad, kind of old.”

Your excuse was lame: “I think I might get sick back there, so I’ll just stay in the car.”

As lacking as it was, Jacob seemed to believe you, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief but he ended up hopping down the few steps and offering to stay with you. Admittedly, you were caught off guard. Your boyfriend was a little attentive, maybe considerate but not doting or anything sweet like that, so this felt like uncharted territory.

Bucky had even tried to bribe him to leave, gushing about all the games on the shelves of his RV, even mentioning the beer in the mini-fridge—which is when Andy stepped in and told Jacob to not touch the alcohol until they got to the campsite or he’d be grounded.

You saw it on Jacob’s face, he was almost convinced, but then a sliver of remorse appeared. Why? Probably because he sneaked out last night when he thought you were sleeping and hooked up with yet another girl. You already knew, and you weren’t surprised since it wasn’t the first time. Cheated—he cheated on you.

Just like you’re cheating on him.

But at least yours was worth it—in a taboo shameful way.

Right now, with your knee hooked over Mr. Barnes’ leg as his fingers pump in and out of your wet hole, you can barely remember what happened after that.

Quick little flashes play on the inside of your mind while Bucky and Andy’s voices echo with them.

“I don’t mind an audience. I’d like to see how quiet you can be. God knows I’ve heard you scream before.” Bucky leans on the car door, holding out his hand, “Now get in there, baby.”

One final glance at Andy, who's eyes were already locked on you, he nods once before the corner of his lip quirks. “Listen to Mr. Barnes, sweetheart.”

As you climb into the SUV, a hand gropes your ass, slipping up your dress and touching over your panties. Flustered, you plop on the seat with hot cheeks. A firm body slides next to you, barricading you from any escape. The door closes as Bucky shifts his body to face you, his knees knock yours while your eyes automatically fall between his thick thighs, an unmistakable bulge present in his jeans.

“Heard the little jerk sneaked off to a party last night,” The brunet flexes his hand, the veins becoming prominent, “Without you.”

You feel a little overwhelmed in the close capacity of the backseat, “It isn’t the first time.”

“Where were you while he was off, probably sleeping with another girl?”

“Not probably.” You shiver as his foot hooks around your ankle, spreading your legs slowly, giving you a chance to push him away, but you don’t. “I was with his dad.”

Bucky smirks, reaching out to rub your knee, “Fucking his dad, more like it. Andy never closes his bedroom curtains, even when you're around… Are you going to let me touch you too, baby?”

That’s when Bucky’s door opens, and Jacob stands there with wide eyes.

“I get sick in the passenger seat.”

Jacob studies at the seat behind the driver’s, then the tent bags lying atop the folded chair, and then you next to his father’s close friend.

The music lowers to a delicate hum as easily recognizable wet noises take their place. Your dress is pushed to your hips as your panties dig into your hips, the cotton fabric yanked to the side as Bucky lands a soft slap on your pussy.

“She’s fucking soaked, huh?” Andy grunts from the front, his tone is gravelly.

Bucky groans as your hips grind against his hand, his own fist speeding up to match your pace. “Yeah, bet I could slip a finger in her ass too.”

“That’s not what we agreed on.”

“I know, I know.” Bucky rolls his eyes, moving your hand between your thighs, “Hold your panties for daddy, doll.”

“Bucky.”

“We didn’t say anything about that—you’re quite neglectful for a lawyer.” His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust. He watches your head fall back as your chest heaves, your dress is half off and just under your breasts. Andy said Bucky wasn’t allowed to touch them.

“Don’t think about it.”

“Can you shut up?” Bucky’s motions intensify, roughly spanking your cunt again, sending shocks to your poor clit over and over again until you weakly push him away. “What, baby? I thought you liked this.” He lands another slap, messily running his fingers through your folds.

A glob of saliva lands on your pussy as your head is forced down, “look at you, sweetheart. See how fucking wet you are? Creamy little cunt, you want my cock?” His thick fingers penetrate you again, his pinky joins and that makes four long and skilled digits stuffed into your pussy.

Your mouth waters as you stare at his fat girth clenched in his fist, his seed leaking down the sides and dribbling over his knuckles. You want him, you want him so bad.

“Please, daddy, please, please.” You whine unabashedly as your boyfriend sleeps inches away.

“Poor girl, too bad your other daddy says no.” Bucky pouts, chuckling at your fucked out face. “I’d fill you up so good, pump you fill and fuck this little hole too. Maybe you can convince your daddy, make him let me fuck you, stretch this little pussy, breed you like a dumb whore.”

You cry out at that, imagining the absolute debauchery on the camping trip itinerary. These two men, domineering and downright dirty, were going to ruin you even more—god, and there was still one more friend you haven’t met yet.

“Bet you’ve thought of that, Andy. This dumb doll on her knees, begging you for another cock to fill her slutty holes.” Bucky releases his throbbing length and sweeps up more cum, slowly pulling his fingers from your pussy, watching you try to suck him back in. He brings his other hand to your centre, the one with his seed.

“Don’t.” Andy’s hard gaze meets him in the rearview mirror.

You didn’t even notice you were at a stoplight, you're so out of it that you don’t move as Bucky gags you on his fingers, before gripping his cock again. Quick and dirty, four of his digits slip back into your cunt and return to the hard, fast rhythm. Your juices spill onto the leather seat as your back arches. Pathetic whimpers pour from you.

“Bossy, bossy. I don’t know how you deal with him, doll.”

Andy peers over his shoulder before looking back at the road, his knuckles turning white with his tight grip on the steering wheel. “Cum for him, princess. Make a mess in those pretty panties for daddy. Show him what a good girl you are.”

“Wanna be my good girl too? Gonna cum on my fingers, squirt for me with your lame boyfriend right there.” Bucky’s biceps flex as he yanks your high straight from your body, stretching you out on a string before you snap with pleasure. You convulse and slap a hand over your mouth, muting your squeal. Your thighs snap shut around Bucky’s wrist, as you tremble on the cramped seat and squirt around his thick digits. Soaking the leather, your panties and some of the car.

He groans at the blissed-out look on your face, unable to hold back from slapping your cunt to drag out your orgasm, creating a bigger sinful mess with your juices. Thoroughly making you so lightheaded you don’t register him spitting into your opened mouth.

Bucky pulls his hand back, holding his creamy fingers inches from your face, “Ain’t that pretty, baby? Fucking art.” He suckles your juices from his skin, groaning lewdly, “Tastes just as good as you look.”

He inhales through clenched teeth, shushing your high-pitched mewl as he rubs along your flesh, collecting more of your slick. You whimper, releasing your panties and reaching for his cock, but you’re slapped away. “Your daddy didn’t say you could touch me.”

Andy turns the music off completely, the long open road is surprisingly empty for this time of day. Nearly nine in the morning, and you’re already ripped to shreds, fucked out of your mind. You could pass out right now.

You hope you’ll survive this weekend, but at the same time, you’re desperate to be destroyed.

“What did she do?”

“She wants to jerk me off.” Bucky manhandles you until you’re facing him, both of your seatbelts long forgotten as he settles between your spread legs, one of his firmly planted on the floor as he pulls you closer. “Can I put my cock on her pussy?” He smears your juices along his girth.

“No.” Andy grunts, the car jerking as he speeds up. “I said only your fingers and mouth.”

Your bottom lip wobbles as Bucky groans, dick aimed at your cunt as he gets off with the hand that was inside you. Your wetness adds a sheen to his flushed skin, making him shiny—you want to feel those veins on your tongue, and his balls in your mouth.

“Don’t cum on her either.”

Bucky hisses, “Where the hell do I finish then?”

“In her mouth.”

Suddenly, your face is hovering his throbbing cock, his firm hand locked behind your head as he fucks into his fist. “Open wide, doll. Fuck, that’s it.” Your dazed state doesn’t help your blurry vision as he pushes the head in your mouth, his cum shooting to the back of your throat and coating your tongue. You gag slightly as he starts thrusting between your lips, using you to finish himself off. His seed spills from the corners of your mouth and dribbles down your chin, while you struggle to swallow the rest.

You pass out after that, barely answering Andy when he asks, “You swallow it all, baby?”

Bucky tends to you nicely, fixing your panties and your dress. Then, spreads you lengthwise on the seats after rolling his jacket under your head, making sure you're comfortable with your legs across his thighs.

“Is he still sleeping?”

Andy glances at his son, his neck is at an awkward angle as drool dries on his chin. He faces the road again, switching on the radio, “Yeah, he’s a heavy sleeper, has to be with how loud she can be.” He opens the window to replace the smell of sweat and sex with fresh air, “Did you cum in her?”

“In her mouth. Don’t worry, I stayed away from her honeypot, mister bear.” Bucky runs his hand up and down your bare leg, his cock twitching in interest when you whine a little.

Andy throws him a box of wipes, “Clean her up and that mess too.”

“But she looks so slutty covered in cum. Don’t you want to see?”

“Just clean her up, jerk.”

The restroom door shuts behind you as you walk through the rest area, heading to the ‘all-things’ type of shop. Some shelves are lined with different items from hygiene, to makeup and hair dye. A glowing display of flashing visuals there, a peculiar advertisement here. Your sneakers squeak on the floor as you finally reach the snacks. Welcomed by the various bags of candy and chips, little packets of gummies and other sweet or savoury treats.

“Hey, I found your favourite.” Peter peeks over the top of the rack, holding your favourite candy.

You grin but before you can reach for it, he yanks it back.

“You can get it, only if you join us in the RV. It’s sick—the game station, who would’ve thought an artifact like that would be any good.” He rounds the corner, revealing the basket full of snacks, all varying in flavour and you even spot a familiar box. Peter follows your gaze and shifts uncomfortably, “...Jake said college girls go to that campsite too.”

You cross your arms, “And you didn’t bring any yourself?”

“In my defence, I used my last one last night. Jake said you were feeling sick, and that’s why you didn’t come?” Peter drops your treats in the basket, turning his attention to the array of candy. He plucks a few boxes of chocolate, “You missed it, Kyle, one of our friends from high school, jumped into the pool from the roof. God, I thought he’d smack his face on the fucking concrete—hey, do you like these? I’ve never tried them.”

“Uh, I haven’t had them either.” You’re practically immune to Jacob’s bullshit by now, and you're not the least bit surprised he lied to his closest friends. Although, Peter was becoming a good friend of yours too. “And, yeah, I just felt nauseous and went to sleep early.”

Or, your boyfriend’s dad fucked you so good in the shower that you needed a nap, but poor Peter didn’t need to know that.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Peachy.” You bend to survey the candy on the bottom—what else were you craving?

“Hey, babe, can you get my dad’s card? He forgot to give it to me.” Jacob enters the aisle, his basket rivalling Peter’s with the absurd amount of junk food.

Now, you exit the building and blink profusely from the afternoon sun. As you walk towards the large black SUV, across the way, a man shouts on the phone, pacing in front of a red truck with a hand on his hip. His voice deepens as he yells, clear frustration on his distant features.

As you reach the car, Bucky finishes filling the tank and dusts his jeans. He notices your empty hands, “Hey, you’re not hungry?”

“Jake needs Andy’s card.”

Bucky sighs, “Of course he does.” He walks over to the RV, knocking on the door, “Your kid needs a job!”

The door swings open and Andy steps down, carrying a cooler.

Bucky squints, “Did you just loot my mini-fridge?”

“Yes, because you left alcohol with unsupervised college kids.”

“Because I trust them, grumpy pants.” The brunet replies, “When you start hovering, that’s when they act out.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely take parenting advice from you.” Andy rolls his eyes, putting the cooler in the backseat of his car. “You need something, baby?” He asks you.

“Jake needs your card for snacks.”

Another loud shout sounds through the open air, all of your heads snap towards the man by the truck.

“Want to bet if that’s the bitch on the phone?”

“Who else would it be?” Andy beacons you closer, “One down, one to go, baby. Be nice to him, okay? But not too nice. It’s just a little taste.” He says firmly. “Fingers and mouth, that’s it. You can touch them too, but their cocks don’t touch my pretty pussy, okay?”

God, you wonder what you did in a past life to bring you here.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Are you ready to meet another one of my friends? Give him a little taste and be my good girl?”

“That’s Mr. Levinson?”

“No! Fuck you, bitch!”

Andy closes his eyes and sighs, his hand lands on your arm and trails to your wrist. “Sure is.”

Bucky laughs, “If you think I’m bad, you haven’t seen the worst yet, doll.”

The long-haired man is wearing sunglasses, the sun reflects in the lenses as he turns towards you all. He tucks away his phone and strides over, pulling your interest like a moth to a flame. His broad shoulders taper into a small waist and narrow hips. Thin grey tank top flutters in the breeze, his thick muscled arms swaying his sides, the sun glistening off his sweaty skin. He’s giving you a perfect show.

Mr. Levinson grins widely, slapping Bucky’s hand before taking him into a hug, doing the same with Andy. Finally, he faces you and his sunglasses drop to his nose, his blue eyes shamelessly checking you out, “And, you must be the girlfriend.”

Even with the thickness of his beard, you can see the sharpness of his features, chiselled cheekbones and a strong jaw.

You tell him your name and politely shake his hand.

He licks his lips, his big palm warms yours instantly. “Oh, honey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His deep voice reminds you of Andy’s, but it’s a little deeper, and raspier, “Sorry about the yelling. My ex-wife tried to crash at my house.”

“Knew it.” Bucky gloats.

“Little piece of advice, sweetheart, trust your gut. If it tells you to run—then run for the hills.” Ari says pointedly, “I should’ve listened to mine when it said she was a fucking bitch.”

Andy takes out his wallet, holding out a shiny card, “Here you go, sweetie, get yourself something to drink too, okay?”

Like a good girl, you thank him and duck away from the other men.

“I can see why you couldn’t resist.” Ari shamelessly stares at your figure as you get further away. “Can’t imagine what it’s like to squeeze into that tight little snatch.”

A light gust of wind lifts the back of your dress before you hold it down, slightly jogging and glancing over your shoulder. The older men don’t waver, Bucky even winks as you disappear into the shop.

“Keep dreaming, fellas. That princess is taken.”

“Yet that didn’t stop you,” Bucky remarks.

“Then, what are we getting?” Ari asks as Andy slips into the diver’s seat,

“A taste of what could come.” The man slips on a pair of sunglasses, “Oh, and Levinson, she’ll be in the RV with the rest of the boys and they need an adult, for supervision, of course.”

Deja vu. That’s the only way you could describe the current predicament you’ve found yourself in.

As if you’re back in Andy’s kitchen, bent over the counter as he rails you from behind while his son and his friends play video games in a room over. Except now, you’re in a moving RV, lying on a bed in the back bedroom with your panties hanging out your mouth.

Mr. Levinson is as rugged as you assumed—messier than Bucky and meaner than Andy. The man nestled between your sensitive folds is a sweet, taunting kind of vile. At first, he wasn’t that crude, handing off his keys to Bucky before climbing into the RV. He took his time to get to know the rest of Jacob’s friends, a natural conversationalist who even had you deceived.

You foolishly thought he wouldn’t get a taste, but then his foot started trailing up your leg under the table.

When the RV jerked roughly, sending your juice spilling down your dress, Ari was quick to take you to the back—“Got to get that out before it stains.”

His tongue pierces deep, his nose nuzzling against your throbbing clit. He keeps your thighs spread with his big arms, eating you out like a starved man, as if you haven’t squirted on his face twice already.

“Andy wasn’t joking about you, huh?” He releases your sore petals with an obscene pop, his pink lips shiny with your wetness, “You taste like a dream.”

“Mr. Barnes s-said something like that.” You whimper after pulling out the sodden fabric.

“Because it’s true. What’d Andy do to deserve a sweet girl like you?” There were traces of your arousal in his beard, his cheeks flushed under the thick facial hair, “More importantly, why are you such a filthy slut?” His salvia lands on your cunt, slipping down your slit and to your little hole. “Letting three men use you like this—you like being a fucking whore? Just a little fuckhole for us?”

“I-I love it, daddy.”

Ari groans lowly, mouthing messily at your pussy and slurping up your juices, “Bucky stretched you out for me, huh? How many fingers did he get in your cunt?”

“I think, ah! Three?”

“Four.” Another spank on your clit, making your nails dig into the bedsheet. You wither on the mattress, naked and sweaty. “I guess that’s enough for my cock—haven’t had a girl take all of me yet. Think that you can, honey?”

You whine, toes curling, “Daddy said no.”

“Daddy said no.” Ari mocks in your broken voice, kissing your inner thighs as his hand lands on your pussy, slapping harshly again and again. “Daddy should’ve known better than to leave you alone with me.”

Your breath hitches, you didn’t want to disobey Andy, you weren’t ready for that punishment, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Ari right now. After being denied by Bucky when he was mere inches from your centre, you were desperate.

But Andy said no, and you want to be his good girl, no matter what.

“That—I love that.” Ari’s dark eyes are glued on your face, “That torn look on your face, like you don’t want my fat cock in this little fuckhole. But you want me in all your holes, yeah? You want to be covered in me, fucking claimed like a dumb baby. Tell me, honey, tell daddy the truth.”

“I do, but daddy said no.”

Suddenly, Ari has your chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger, intense blue eyes burning through your face, straight to your jumbled mind, “and who’s your daddy now, stupid girl?”

You’re weak to his looming figure, half-dressed with his shirt lying somewhere on the floor and his pants unzipped. He’s so close, you can smell yourself on his face, “you, but Andy… he’ll get mad.”

Ari slaps your poor cunt again, wet noises bouncing off the walls as you try to escape his grip. He does release you, only to pull you back down the bed and capture your lips in his. He pulls the oxygen from your lungs, laying out your thoughts on a string and running his big hands all over your body. His tongue massages yours, sharing your taste graciously before he pulls away. A string of saliva connects your lips before he spits into your mouth, then down your chest and spreading it around your nipples.

A victorious cry echoes through the RV, along with a string of laughter that ends with a call of your name.

“Babe! You okay?”

Ari unbuttons his pants, erasing every thought of yours with the view of his cock. Thick and heavy,l with veins trailing up the sides, so fucking huge and with a drippy, bulbous head flushed red.

Another slap on your cunt has you squealing, and snapping your thighs shut around his hand. “I’m good!”

Ari prys your legs apart, shoving two thick fingers into your cunt, his other hand swatting your inner thigh. “Tell him you’re taking a nap.”

“I just slept—”

Another spank, this time on your tingling clit, “Tell him.”

“I’m going to take a nap! Feeling tired again!” There’s an edge to your voice that you hope goes unnoticed, but judging by the long pause, it was undoubtedly suspicious.

“Where’s Mr. Levinson?”

“The bathroom!” You gasp as Ari’s ring finger slips into your puckered hole, making your bones turn to liquid as his mouth latches onto one of your tits, his groans vibrating your whole body.

“Good girl.” He grunts, manhandling you until your head is on the pillows and your entire body is exposed for him.

Your wavering between addictive guilt and delicious paradise, teetering on the edge of consciousness as Ari’s beard meets your folds, rubbing them raw as you stuff your fingers in your mouth, trying to mute your loud mewls.

“Look at you, pretty baby, taking everything given to you. Bet this greedy pussy would take all of my cock.” His tongue flattens, licking a long stripe from your ass to your clit, “This little hole too, yeah? Bet you’ve never had anything as big as me up here.”

He takes you apart with his mouth until heat builds in your belly, your thighs quiver by his ears as he pulls away, leaving you hooked over the edge. He shuffles up, his hard chest meeting your sensitive nipples as he spits in your mouth. You can taste yourself in his salvia. His hand falls to your throat, “swallow.”

You obey, choking slightly when his grip tightens and he slaps your cunt in quick succession.

Ari hums, “hear that? Hear how wet you are for me? How badly you want my cock.” His spit lands on your cheek before he kisses you. He groans into your mouth as he fists his cock, kneeling between your legs.

“Daddy said no.” You push him away. “Just… mouth and fingers.”

Ari groans, big hand the perfect size for his gifted length. “Just a little, honey? He won’t even know.”

You quickly shake your head, “He’ll know… you’re so big.” You stare down at his dick, the girth making you and your cunt practically weep.

“You’re almost drooling just looking at my cock,” He gets a little daring, running the leaky tip along your inner thigh, tracing closer to your raw pussy, “You want me, baby. Want my big cock to stretch you open, make you squirt all over me—use you like my little cumdump.” The head reaches where the skin between your cunt and your thigh, and you can’t help the helpless whine from your throat. He’s so close, but so far away. “C’mon, honey, be daddy’s little cumrag. Let me fuck a baby in you, yeah?”

You force yourself to face away, although you want nothing more than Ari to fuck you in every position. “Can’t daddy, please, not now.” You beg, “Daddy will get mad, so mad—I don’t want to get in trouble, please.”

Ari huffs, before turning your head. He dips down, kissing away your sudden distress. “You’re lucky I already have a soft spot for you. Andy, on the other hand, is dangling you right in front of my face. He knows my taste, because it’s the same as his, and he knows you’re absolutely everything I’ve dreamt of.”

You find yourself surging up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him for another kiss. Moaning into his mouth as his hand returns to your pussy, fucking you with his fingers until you have to pull away for a breath.

Somewhere between Jacob and his friends shouting again, and riding Ari’s face, you got a check-in call with Andy that lasted about thirty seconds before he had to hang up, not without reminding you of the rules: “Only his fingers and his mouth. Don’t let him cum inside you or on your pussy either.”

“Grind against my tongue, make yourself fucking cum. Use my mouth.” Ari’s words are muffled by your folds. Two of his fingers pump into your ass, and his other hand digs into your thigh as you obey, head thrown back as your panties are clenched between your teeth. You scramble the bed for something to hold, to brace yourself for yet another high and Ari grabs your hand, knotting your digits in his hair, “I said use my mouth.” He swats your ass, “Ride my tongue, cum in my mouth—fucking squirt for me.”

You yank his head up, roughly swirling your hips on his eager mouth and fucking yourself on his fingers. His beard rubs you raw as your whole body erupts in flames. You squirt into his mouth, chest heaving as you try to lift your weight, but Ari keeps you pinned down. Drinking down your juices like a beast, roughing up your folds with his facial hair, spreading his fingers in your puckered hole and dragging it on for as long as possible until you fucking sob, spitting out your panties and pulling his hair.

“H-Hurts, daddy.” You cry, your numb legs fail against his strong grip. “Too much—can’t!” You squeal a little too loudly, causing the both of you to freeze, but another round of chatter has you taking a breath of relief.

Ari massages your ass, savouring your juices by sucking swollen folds one last time. He lets you crawl off, and flop on your back. Your eyes flutter shut as you lie there ruined, finally getting a break in this session, but he tugs you close again. His fingers ghost your cunt, but you weakly push him away.

“Can’t… too sensitive.”

He hushes you softly, “it’s from my beard, huh? Sorry, sweet girl. I know just how to make it better.”

You’re soaring on that wave of euphoria as you listen to his choked grunts and growls, he rubs the inside of your thigh, thankfully keeping away from your sore pussy. Wet noises flow to your ears as your eyes blink open, and you see just where he’s aiming.

“...Daddy, wait—”

That’s what does it for him, your broken voice uttering that one word is what throws him over the precipice. The one that he’s been dangling from for however long it’s been, his edging is evident in the huge load he spurts all over your messy cunt.

“Fuck, honey—fuck you, Andy.”

You’re fully entranced with him, his thick and muscular body tensing and flexing under the pleasure. A bright red flush crawling from his hairy chest to his face, complimenting his cherry pink lips. You’re too busy admiring his exquisite features that you don’t look down at his cock, as it meets your sensitive clit, dipping lower.

“Look at you, that head is fucking empty, huh?”

You gasp as the head barely touches your hole, “N-Not inside!”

“I’m not.” Ari clenches his jaw, the pace of his hand slows down, his pounding heart following suit. “Just wanted to feel you a little, and get you messier.” The thick tip rubs your nub, mixing his cum with yours, and his saliva. “Guess that head isn’t empty yet—it’s okay, we’ll get all those thoughts out this weekend, honey.” He slaps your clit with the tip, “Look how pretty you are.”

You follow his gaze and can’t help the moan that pushes from your throat—god, you were fucked. His seed covers your ruined cunt, a warmth spreads throughout your whole body, perhaps even soothing the burn from his beard. Ari’s thick spend drips from your soaked slit, and most notably, your swollen clit.

“You like how pretty I made you?” His hair falls before his eyes before he runs a hand through it, how does he still look so devilishly handsome after tearing you to bits?

“Yes, daddy.” You hope Andy wouldn’t be too upset, because you love everything Ari just did to you.

“I love it too, baby.” Ari chuckles at your surprised face. “Andy said you get dumb after coming… speaking your thoughts, getting that dazed look, he even said you’d beg for more when you’re completely spent.” He crawls over you, kissing up your chest to your ear, “You must really be all my dreams incarnated, huh?”

As Andy stands to his full height, your dress flutters around your thighs again. “Fucking Ari.”

“Are you mad?” You watch as he disregards the small towel in a basket. The cramped RV bathroom doesn’t allow more than a few inches between the both of you.

You’re all at another rest stop, and Jacob and his friends are raiding the store for more snacks, while Bucky and Ari are taking advantage of the coffee shop.

Andy leans against the wall, “No but I’m not happy either. I love how you look all messy down here,” he couldn’t keep from trailing his fingers through the mess until forced himself to stop when you got all whiney. He didn’t want to push you too far, although it seems Ari already did that. “The asshole could’ve asked—granted, I would have said no, but he’s just a dick. He’s going to feel you last.”

“Feel me?”

Andy smiles at your confused face, he kisses both of your cheeks before meeting your lips. “Oh, baby, the trip just started. But don’t worry, none of them will go inside you unless you want—they’ll just feel this little cunt… remember what we did that one time in the hot tub?”

Your cheeks heat up as those memories come flashing back. “A… Oh,” You blink at him, “When I just—rubbed on you?”

“It’s called a pussyjob, you’ve said filthier things before.” He smirks as you pout. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation.

“Good girl. Did he treat you well?”

“Yeah.” You nod, “But… He’s so rough, daddy, rougher than you. His beard is thicker than yours, and he didn’t listen to you.”

“That’s Ari, I’m sorry, sweet girl.” Andy sighs, “You know daddy loves you, right?”

“Yes, and I love you too.”

Andy cups your face, his thumbs delicately rubbing your skin. “No matter what happens this weekend, you’re mine, only mine. Those guys can dream all they want, but you know who you belong to.”

“I belong to you.”

“And me?”

“You belong to me.”

Andy lets out a soft breath, the pure adoration and devotion in his eyes make your heart swell. “That’s my girl.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: the amount of times I physically covered my face in shame while writing this... dear goodness. don’t worry, bucky will have his time to shine, I just wanted some spicy conflict with ari. I can't wait to get to the actual pussyjob donations, as named by the bestie @sarge-barnes-sir who actually started this whole series with a single ask. her power is unmatched.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3