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Eric was sulking on the sofa when Ted walked in and asked, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m bored,” Eric complained. “You should’ve let me stay home.” 

“Nope,” Ted said. "Grounded doesn’t mean having the whole place to yourself…” 

“Well, this is some family cabin trip,” Eric grumbled. “Why is Tate’s girlfriend always around? She practically lives with us." 

“I know,” Ted commiserated. “Her roommate's getting married soon. She won't be around so much after that. Bet you’ll miss her when she’s gone.”  

Eric scoffed. 

Ted gave his worst son a skeptical look, then sat down facing him in an armchair, manspreading with his hands in his fleece vest pockets. “Eric, come on. You won’t miss having a hot slut walk around half naked?” 

Eric’s brows knitted, and he blushed. 

“You won’t miss hearing them fuck?” Ted added.

“Sounds like you will,” Eric said with a face of disgust. 

Ted raised his eyebrows and tilted his head at his son. “It’s okay, son. Everybody does it.” 

“Not everyone is a fucking pervert, Dad.” 

Ted nodded with a contemplative frown, then announced, “That’s one more week.” 

“WHAT?” Eric bolted upright. “Another week grounded? God! That’s so unfair!” 

“You could always get a job and move out,” Ted reminded him. 

Eric threw himself onto the sofa face down, burying his head in the cushions, then sat up again, “God, and it smells like sex in here, it’s fucking gross.”

“Read a book or something,” Ted said. 

“Is Yule coming?” Eric asked. 

“I doubt it,” Ted answered. 

“He said maybe,” Eric reminded him. 

—-

—-

When you first spotted the lanky guy in a flannel jacket and backwards hat, you thought he was lost. He was standing outside a black, late 90s corolla parked on the curb. The handsome young man looked at the cabin, and as his eyes scanned the windows, you made accidental eye contact. 

A warm daze spread across his eyes, and he raised his hand with a shy wave. 

“Babe?” you called over to Tate across the room. “Some guy’s here!” 

“Oh, shit,” Tate looked at his phone and a smile spread across his face. “No way,” he muttered. “Hold on.” 

Tate went out through the back, and within moments you saw the stranger's face light up as Tate came around the side yard barrelling toward him. They embraced and Tate picked him up off the ground and swung him around until they both fell down laughing. 

As the gaiety faded, Yule looked toward the window again, but you'd stepped back. “Your girlfriend's hot,” he said, still sitting in the lawn as Tate stood up. 

“You already knew that,” Tate said, brushing leaves off his butt. He extended a hand and helped Yule up.

Yule brushed leaves off his own butt, then Tate's. “Good to go,” he announced and gave Tate a little spank. 

-

When they came inside, Tate introduced you with excitement in his dark eyes. 

Yule opened his arms. “Bring it in, sweetheart.” 

You went in for a polite hug hello, but he hugged you with his full body, and your breasts pressed softly into his chest. “Mmm,” Yule rocked you back and forth like you were a long lost friend he hadn't seen in ages. He murmured your name into your hair, then whispered, “nice to meet you,” before relaxing his arms. Your cheeks were warm by the time he let go.

Ted cleared his throat, and Yule turned in Ted's direction, then stuck out his hand. “Mayor Garcia.” 

Ted shook Yule’s hand and said, “Good to see ya, son,” then pulled him in and patted him on the back. “ Doin’ alright?” he asked with a hint of skepticism as he looked Yule up and down. 

“Yes sir,” Yule nodded. 

“I’ll tell your dad you made it,” Ted said, then watched Yule’s face for his response. 

After a moment of silence, Yule muttered, “Sure. Whatever.” 

Yule picked up his bag and asked Tate where to put it. 

“Uhh,” Tate thought out loud.

“Don't tell me I'm with Eric,” Yule begged.  

“Just stick it in there for now,” Tate answered, gesturing toward y'all's room. “We'll figure it out.” 

-

Later, when you were reading and the boys went outside to smoke, they sat down in adirondack chairs, facing each other. 

“What’s new?” Tate asked. 

Yule shrugged and muttered, “Livin’ the dream.” 

Tate nodded. “Right on… didn’t think you’d show.” 

“Why not?” Yule asked. 

“Cause I haven't seen you in months?” Tate reminded him. “I think dad's worried about you. Said you don't text him back.”

“Dude, I'm good,” Yule said. “Can you tell him I'm good?”  

“Yeah,” Tate agreed with concern in his face. 

“I’m good,” Yule repeated. “Damn.”

“Okay, okay,” Tate raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man.” 

Tate changed the subject to the first thing he could think of: Ted's campaign. 

Yule stopped listening. 

He spaced out looking at Tate's big, vascular hands. Then, when Tate stopped talking, Yule asked, “What's she like, man? Your girl.”  

“She's cool,” Tate answered.

“What's she like in bed? Is she a freak?”

“Uh,” Tate chuckled, “yeah.”

“What kinda freak?” Yule prodded. 

Tate puffed his cheeks out with an exhale and scratched the back of his neck. “She, uh…”

Yule leaned forward, took a puff of his joint, and rested his forearms on his knees, dying to hear this. The look on Tate's face made heat rush to Yule's loins before he said a word. 

Then, Tate looked at his own hand, spread out his fingers, and flexed his palm before making a fist. Then he looked up at Yule with a dark smirk in his eyes. 

Yule’s eyes widened, and he coughed.

As Yule kept coughing, Tate laughed, “Calm down, dude.” 

“No shit,” Yule said weakly. “Dude, I thought that was just in porn….” 

Tate spoke with pride. “I dunno man, she has a magic pussy or something.” 

Yule cupped his crotch as he sat back, then asked, “What else?” 

Tate's face became more serious, and he swallowed. 

“What?” Yule asked. “You know you can tell me anything, man.” 

Tate lowered his voice and leaned forward. “I think my Dad fucked her.”

“Fuck off, man,” Yule laughed, then saw Tate wasn't kidding. 

The heel of Yule's palm dug into his crotch. “Okay…. what do you mean you think he fucked her?”

“I dunno, man,” Tate said. “I dunno if I wanna know.” 

“Come on,” Yule pried the details out of Tate. 

As Tate told Yule about the night you had come back to bed all horny, wet, and loose, Yule’s mouth hung half open, and his eyelids were heavy with lust. His hand rested in his lap on a massive erection. 

When Tate got to the part about your cum-filled panties on the doorknob, Yule called bullshit. 

Tate swore it was true.

Yule whispered, “fuck,” and his head tilted back. He took a deep breath, trying to recirculate some of the blood that had engorged his cock. 

Neither Yule nor Tate knew Ted’s cock was shoved up your ass at that very moment inside the cabin.

If Yule knew it, he would have cum in his pants. Coming untouched was still a risk without that knowledge. Yule’s balls felt ready to burst. 

Clocking the sheer arousal radiating from his cousin, Tate smiled to himself. 

“And you're not pissed? I mean, obviously, you didn't break up,” Yule observed.

“Not pissed at her,” Tate said.

“Right,” Yule agreed. “Your dad is sick, man.” 

“Yeah,” Tate fixed his hair as he sat back. 

“But…that’s alsoo… kiindaa…hot as fuck?” Yule admitted.

“I know,” Tate nodded, eyes widening. “It’s weird. Like, it should gross me out, right?” 

Yule shrugged, then after a moment of silence, he asked, “And what if I’m in love with her?”

Tate laughed.

Yule smiled, then whispered, “Damn.” He looked around and cleared his throat, then asked, “Alright, where do we jerk off around here?” 

“Uhh, just go to the bathroom I guess,” Tate answered.

“Alone?” Yule asked with a laugh of disbelief. Then he lowered his voice. “She fucked your dad. I'm pretty sure we're good.” 

“It's a small cabin, dude,” Tate reminded him with a hand on his own inner thigh, knees spread wide. Tate let his thumb graze his own cock through his jeans. 

Yule stood up and stepped toward Tate, slowly approaching until his shins hit the wood chair between Tate's knees. 

Looking down at Tate, Yule slowly rubbed himself over his pants and repeated, “Alone? You sure ‘bout that?” 

Tate's dick twitched as his eyes followed Yule's hand, then he looked up at his cousin’s face and their eyes met. 

“Where?” Tate challenged him. “It's too fuckin’ cold out here.” 

Then, twigs crunched under boots in the distance. 

Yule's eyes darted up and scanned the surroundings, then his face fell, and his hand fell away from his crotch.

“Can one of you gimme a hand?” Eric yelled from afar. 

-

Over the course of dinner, the tension seemed fo fade between Ted and Yule.

After dinner, the guys made a campfire. 

You, Tate, Eric, and Yule settled in around the fire.

Eric suggested playing truth or dare, and Yule and Tate shared amused glances.

You played along, “Ok, Eric. Truth or Dare.” 

“Dare,” Eric chose. 

“I dare you to borrow a cup of sugar from the nearest neighbor.”

“It’s like a mile away!” Eric complained. 

Tate snickered under his breath. 

“So you're out? You quit?” You asked. 

“No,” Eric grumbled. “I just need my big jacket.” 

Eric went into the cabin while the three of you laughed. 

“Truth or dare,” Tate mocked him in a fake voice. 

Almost as soon as Eric went into the cabin, Ted stuck his head out and called Tate inside.

“That little snitch,” Tate complained as he stood up. 

Then, it was just you and Yule. 

Yule scooted closer, taking Tate's seat on the log. He leaned in and bumped your shoulder with his. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” You laughed. 

His pupils dilated as he admired your laugh. 

“I've gotta piss,” Yule said, then leaned in. “Dare you to hold it.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed and play shoved him. 

He stood up; took your hand, and said, “If you wuss out, I'll give you a truth.”

You followed him into the woods, looking back toward the cabin as you walked off. No sign of Tate or Eric. Yule held your hand the whole way, only dropping it to unzip his fly. 

“I'm not gonna hold it,” you giggled.

“Suit yourself,” he said. “You can still watch if you want. 

You didn't. Not really. May have stolen a glance, but not enough to really see his dick. You were looking at his face as he sighed in relief while he peed. The stream was strong. 

“Ready for your truth?” he shook off his dick. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “Hit me.” 

When he was all zipped up, he walked toward you and didn't stop until your back was against a tree. 

Inches from your face, he asked, “Have you had... sexual relations… with the mayor?” 

Your cheeks heated. 

He tilted his head. 

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I don't hear a no,” he teased. “No judgment, I swear to God.” He searched your face. “This is between us.” 

“And if I say yes?” you asked.

Yule brought his face to yours, brushed your nose with his, then whispered, “Say it and I’ll tell you a secret.”

You closed your eyes and whispered, “Yeah.”

Yule moaned, “fuck yeah,” and looked at you like he could have fucked you right there. 

You were an inch from kissing when he grabbed your hand and began to lead you back out of the forest.

“Wait,” you protested. “You didn’t tell me yours.”

“Oh,” Yule paused. “I used to wanna suck his dick so bad.” 

“Tate’s?” you asked.

“No–well, yeah–but I meant Ted’s. He was like, my first crush on a man."

“That's kinda cute,” you said. 

“You're kinda cute,” Yule bumped your shoulder with his again. 

Tate got back just after the two of you did, and you hung out around the fire until you were tired. 

-

-

Yule stayed in the same room with you and Tate, and Tate slept in the middle. 

Tate was spooning you, with Yule behind him. You heard rustling and breathing from behind Tate and couldn't be sure what was going on back there, but Tate's dick was swelling and stiffening against you.

You pushed back on Tate, and he moaned into your hair, sounding at least half asleep. Then, he pulled long johns down and nestled his hard-on between your thighs. Met by your hot and ample slick, Tate moaned into your hair and cupped your breast as he slid his forward and back a few times, getting harder. Your pussy clenched and your walls swelled with the urge to be filled, but you remained calm. You tilted your hips and let his cock nudge your clit. 

Tate had smoked too much, and managed to drift off like that. He fell into a deep sleep, holding you tight with his stiff cock between your warm, slippery thighs. When he began to snore, the quiet, familiar rhythm of it lulled you to sleep as well.

In the middle of the night, Tate's hand had fallen limp onto your ribcage, but you were still in his arms with his cock between your thighs when you were awoken by a cool draft as the comforter lifted. The mattress sank in front of you under the weight of a thin, masculine silhouette with long hair that still carried the smell of weed and campfire. 

“What are you doing,” you whispered to Yule. 

“Didn't have any room,” his intimate whisper tickled your senses. 

Yule settled in under the covers, facing you. Then, the outline of his slender hand approached your face. His fingers settled warmly on your cheek, then he trailed them down your jaw. “God, you’re hot,” he whispered, scooting closer.

A flock of butterflies in your chest made you bristle.

Careful not to touch Tate’s hand on your abdomen, Yule laid his palm ever so lightly over your breast. 

When your nipples hardened under your pajama shirt, Yule let out a short, “mm,” and his fingers went straight to your shirt's button. 

He sucked in a deep breath as he slid his hand in to cup your bare, warm breast, then exhaled audibly.“Should I leave you alone?” 

When you didn't answer, he offered, “I can sleep on the couch….” 

“Eric's on the couch,” you replied. 

“Oh,” Yule acknowledged, and slowly moved your breast, with your nipple poking his palm. “well… I could sleep on the floor…”

“Shut up,” you whispered. 

“Okay” his minty breath found your nostrils. 

His nose brushed yours, then his lips pressed gently against your mouth. He kissed you tenderly

You never cared about the idea of Tate catching you and Ted; Ted was such an authority figure that it felt self-explanatory, like you wouldn't have to say anything. But making out with his cousin, while Tate's dick was softening between your thighs felt less excusable.

Your body couldn't tell if it was more excited or nervous.

As Yule kissed you, he reached down. Pressing his warm, slender fingers into your thigh, he moaned into your mouth. When you resisted his gentle attempt to hike up your leg, Yule’s lips broke away to ask, “Is he inside you?”

“Why?” You replied. 

“Maybe that's where I wanna be,” Yule whispered, making you throb.

“What makes you think I'd go for it?” you asked.

Yule took your hand and placed it on a warm, thick shape in his boxer briefs. He guided you down to feel his balls, then cupped your hand around his hardening shaft and slid your palm over the cotton to feel his entire length. Your lips parted.

You were salivating 

Jesus Christ, you did not expect the schlong on him.

You were salivating.

It was probably Tate's size, maybe not quite as big, but massive proportional to Yule's body. Like the girth covered so much real estate of his pelvic area. 

Your clit twitched, and you gushed on Tate's cock. 

Yule's lips connected with yours again, and his tongue slipped inside, hungrier than before. He kissed you like it was the key to fucking you, and maybe it was. It felt like being a teenager again.n

You rubbed Yule over his underwear as he kissed you, and soon, your hand found a mind of its own, pressing firmer against his shaft, feeling it swell and twitch through the cotton, feeling the inner hardness of his cock glide to and fro as his hips rutted into your hand. 

Then, your hand slid down his drawers, into the tropical climate of his manhood, where the smooth skin of his naked shaft gave you a full-body shiver. 

Yule backed up enough to take his underwear off with care. Then, when he got close again, he pressed his body up against yours. His hips pulled back with a sudden “fffuck.” Yule slid his hand down your abdomen, over your mound, until his hand rested on the tip of Tate’s cock, and he let out a soft moan. 

“He’s a big boy, huh?” Yule whispered with his palm smushing his cousin's cockhead.

Butterflies swarmed in your chest.

Yule cupped your breast again, and his body pressed against yours. He grinded against you, breathing heavily. 

Tate moaned into your hair, still asleep but aroused by the massage of his cousin's shaft, hot and hard, gliding against the fat head of his cock. 

—

Yule grinded on you, with his minty breath hot and heavy on your face. With each upward rut of his hips, Yule's cock nudged Tate's and made the shaft press a little harder against your cunt. Then, with the downward stroke of Yule's shaft, Tate's would come back down your thighs a smidge.  

Each moment Yule rutted against you made you throb a little harder, pleasure swelling in your belly. He kissed you for a second or two at a time between moans and heavy breaths, rutting against you, and against Tate’s tip until it leaked, and Yule needed more.

And then, keeping his face close to yours, Yule pulled his hips back and reached down to hold his dick. He tapped your clit with his tip, making your walls clench. After gathering pre-cum from Tate’s tip, Yule wedged his own cock between your slippery seam and Tate’s manhood. 

Yule’s breath hitched, then his mouth fell open with a nearly silent moan as he pushed his stiff manhood between the two of you. Yule’s dick slid right into the little sleeve formed by his cousin’s veiny shaft and your wet heat. 

Your clit twitched, and your insides throbbed with need to be filled. 

Yule's lips captured yours for a long, passionate kiss with his tongue in your mouth and his cock snug between yours and Tate’s intimate parts. 

Then, his mouth broke way and he panted as he fucked the wet, warm space between your pussy and Tate’s hardening shaft. 

Yule breathed heavier as he fucked the snug sleeve formed by you and your boyfriend, and then he kissed you again, with his hips moving slowly. He moaned into your mouth and palmed your breast. As his hips rutted, the friction against your clit, and his palm on your breast, made your blood hot and tense with arousal.

You whined, “mmm,” into Yule’s mouth.

His lips broke away to ask, “You gonna cum for me?.. ugh…” He grinded his hips upward, massaging your clit with his base and grinding his cock harder against your dripping cunt, focused more on you than Tate's cock under his own.  “Yeah, come for me,” Yule breathed. "Come on." 

Your thighs clenched, and the pressure burst behind your clit. Pleasure radiated out from your center, and your hips moved rhythmically with the pleasure. 

“God, I wanna be inside you,” Yule panted. 

You wanted that, too. You needed it, bad. 

In a reflex, your hips tilted as his cock kept massaging your twitching loins.

When the crown of his tip caught at your entrance, you were ready for it, so ready, your walls could have grabbed him, sucked him right up.

“Oh shit,” Yuld panted, “Wait–” then his dick twitched, “Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, “ughh,” he unraveled with his cum spilling all over your cunt and Tate’s cock.

You pushed him by the lower abs, and he reluctantly pulled out from between your bodies. The rest of his load hit your mound, then your stomach. 

“Shit,” you cursed at the mess of Yule’s cum between you and Tate, with Ted’s load still in your ass. 

“It’s okay,” Yule breathed as his orgasm faded. “It’s okay. Hang on.”

He went under the covers, and scooched down, starting at your tummy, licking his own cum off you and tonguing it out of your belly button, then wiping your tummy with your open flannel sleep shirt. He continued down, licking and sucking at your mound.

He grunted as he slid two fingers into the space, curling them to drag his cum out, then planted his mouth. He sucked your clit, then flicked his tongue, perhaps a force of habit, before sliding his tongue between your folds and Tate’s cock. 

Yule's nose nudged your sensitive clit as the sucking sounds began, and Tate’s shaft swelled and stiffened against you. Tate’s hips began to rock. 

Yule was sucking and tonguing the head of Tate’s cock. Goosebumps prickled up your body.

“Jesus,” you whispered and tugged at Yule’s hair to pry him off of your boyfriend’s cock. Yule looked up with a shiny face as he emerged from the covers.

Then, you reached between your legs and nudged Tate’s tip into your desperate, dripping hole. Tate growled into your hair as he slid into you, still asleep.

Yule groaned quietly as he made his way back up the bed and rested his head in his hand. He watched the way your mouth fell open as Tate bottomed out in your cunt. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Yule whispered, and kissed you again, with Tate’s cock rutting short strokes deep inside you. 

Yule broke the kiss with a yawn, spent by his premature spend. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, then rested his head on his bicep. 

“Where's your dad been?” you asked Tate. 

“Selling cock for votes,” Tate grumbled, and you laughed. He was funny sometimes, you had to give him that. 

“What,” Tate smiled. “Seriously…he fucks reporters, book club leaders, journalists, anybody who can whip a few votes for him.”

“And they're willing to do that?” you asked.

“You're the one who said he has such a big dick,” Tate reminded you. Apparently that was still on his mind. 

“But they don’t mind that he’s just using them?” you asked. 

“Oh, he doesn’t tell them that’s why he’s doing it… he just lets them think they’re special. And then they want him to win so they can be fucking the mayor.”

“Does he really fuck them all?” you asked. 

“Ohh, you’re jealous,” he teased you. 

Well, yeah. But more insulted than jealous. He would basically fuck anyone but you. And fucking his #1 heckler would have been a good strategy to quiet his opposition, you thought. If you could be trusted not to use it against him. 

You were so pissed that you began to daydream about where would be the best place to graffiti something about Ted selling his body for votes. 

After a stretch of silence, Tate–still thinking about it–asked, “How big? Like a beer can? Soda can?” 

“Like a beer bottle, I’d say,” you answered, smirking inwardly with the knowledge that Ted had never actually fucked you, except with the beer bottle and his fist. 

“Well that’s not as huge as I was imagining based on how he wrecked you,” Tate said. He was becoming a size king of himself. He needed to stretch you out more than his father had. He was obsessed with fisting you and even got a strap-on and a cock enhancer–paid for with his father’s campaign credit card, no less. That’s what Ted got for expecting his sons to run errands for him and pick up orders. 

You were becoming a bit of a size queen as well. But the real turn on was Tate's desperate efforts to be bigger than his dad, bigger than anyone, in effect. 

You had this good-looking albeit himbo boyfriend with a nice, big cock feeling like he had something to prove in that department. And that was beautiful…especially the way he had no shame. It wasn't about how big his dick was, it was about how much he could stuff you with. Ironically, this had kinda strengthened your relationship. The fact that you still fantasized about fucking around on him with his father was just a minor detail. And honestly? It felt like Tate might not even mind. He might even like it. 

—-----

One night, Ted grilled dinner for the three of you (Eric was grounded and ate lean cuisine in his room). 

When you sat down at the table, Ted asked, “What, do you live here now?” 

“Dad,” Tate grumbled. “Don't be rude.”

“Just asking,” Ted said. “Relationships evolve. You date… you fuck… you live together… and then, of course, there’s the final frontier.” Ted paused with a smirk, and Tate glared at him.

“Marriage,” Ted finished.

Before you went to bed, you took off your bra through your shirt and left it strewn on the living room floor.

-

After Tate was asleep, you came out to the living room in nothing but one of the mayor's campaign shirts. 

Ted's nose twitched in disgust. 

“The final frontier, huh?” You asked.

Ted smiled with a smug chuckle. “He's such a dipshit,” Ted said. “I'm guessing he's no pioneer of that frontier, is he?”

You'd let Tate think you were an anal virgin. That was not the case, but you weren’t exactly an anal queen either. It had been a while, and you’d never gotten into a good rhythm with a man who really knew what he was doing. 

“What do you think?” you asked Ted, with your cheeks heating at the hungry way he was looking at you. 

“I think you’re still hoping I’ll stick my dick in that sloppy gash,” he answered. “Am I right?” 

“You could stick it somewhere else,” you mused.

Ted couldn’t stop the hungry little, “Mmm” that slipped from his lips.

“But yeah. You're right,” you conceded. “I want you to stick your dick in me.”

“How do I know you won't cry rape?” Ted asked. 

“That sounds even better,” you replied. “There's nothing I'd like more than Mayor Ted Garcia having his way with me.”

Ted shook his head. “You sick little cumslut. There's no way in hell that's happening.” 

The fact that he felt the need to spell that out was promising. 

“You want me to fuck you, it's gonna be 'cause you begged… on camera…. so I have proof,” Ted said. “No chance otherwise.”

-

He got his phone ready, then you heard the ding when he pressed record, and he gave you the go-ahead nod.

“I want you to rape me,” you said. 

“Jesus Christ, I just said no.” Ted put the camera down, without stopping the recording. “Try again. And be specific.”

He focused the camera on you again. 

“Mayor Garcia, will you please fuck me?” You asked. 

“What do you mean by that?” Ted prompted you for more. 

“I mean, I want you inside me.”

“Why?”

“Because I can't stop thinking about it,” You answered. 

“Are you still dating my son?” 

“Yeah.”

“You're still fucking him too?”

“Yeah.”

“You're saying you wanna cheat on him?” Ted asked, then muttered, “Fuck, this is gonna make me look bad,” and directed you to start over: “From the top.” From behind the camera, he pointed at you. 

“Mayor Garcia, I can't stop thinking about your cock…. I want you inside me so bad. Will you please, please fuck me?”

“How do I know you're serious?” he asked. 

“I've showed you I'm serious before.”

“Show me exactly where you want me,” he demanded. 

“On camera?” 

“That's your golden ticket, baby.” He squeezed the hard silhouette in his sweatpants, and his eyes told you he ready to accept that golden ticket. That was enough for you to face the camera. 

You sat next to your bra on the floor with your knees up and legs spread, exposing your bare, glistening pussy. You used two fingers to frame your cunt and said, “I want you right here.’ 

“Is that my only option?” he asked. “That dirty snatch full of my son's cum?” 

Your pussy twitched at his words, and a little white trickle pushed out, making Ted moan and palm himself for relief.  

“No, that's not your only option,” you said. 

“Show me,’ he commanded. His nostrils flared, and he slowly rubbed his stiff, aching cock with his left hand as he filmed you getting on your hands and knees. You faced away from him.

He pulled down his waistband. 

You turned your head to peek. 

“Please,” you begged. 

Still seated, he set his phone aside. He spat in his hand and stroked himself leisurely.

Then, he got behind you and said, “face down, ass up.” 

You lowered your forearms to the carpet, and your forehead against your arms. 

He spread your pussy lips. “You let him cum inside now?” He asked as he slipped two fingers inside. 

“You can, too,” you offered.

His response of a short, low moan made your pussy twitch. 

“Guessing most of it slides right out anyway, hm?” He asked as he slid his fingers out, then circled your clit. 

You whimpered, and he replied in a calming voice. “Aww…. I know how bad you've been wanting it.”

His fingers picked up speed on your clit, and you whimpered again, with a flinch.

“It's gonna be okay,” he cooed. The affection was dripping with contempt.Then, he spat on your asshole, making you shiver. “I'll give it to you, sweetie.

He nestled his cockhead between your pussy lips and paused for the delight of watching you push back on him. “Yeah, I told him you wanted it,” he chuckled. He watched your cunt easily swallow his length as you pushed back on him. Then, his hands on your ass stopped him from bottoming out. 

“Yeah this cumsock ain't gonna do it,” Ted said. He kneaded your ass. “Funny… she shoulda snapped back by now,” he muttered. “You been screwin’ around on my son? Cause I know it wasn't Tate who wrecked this pussy.” 

“No,” you said, face burning. Your cunt was twitching at the way he shamed you, but if he could feel the squeeze, he didn't let on. And he might not have felt the squeeze. Your pussy had been on a steady diet of girth day in and day out. 

“I must've forgotten how loose she was to begin with…Givin’ my fist too much credit.” 

His dick twitched inside you. He finally let himself bottom out, then chuckled, “whoaa,” as he swirled his hips, sliding against one soft inner wall, then the other, as if it were a cavern to explore. Then he pulled out with a sigh. He spat on your asshole again. 

“You hadn’t been here long enough to get much of a reputation, but I bet you fucked your way through your last town, huh?” He spat on his cock, used his thumb to work some more saliva into your asshole, and you gasped as he pushed his thumb completely inside.

“Bet ya'd like to get all your holes stuffed at once,” he mused. “You could wake your dipshit boyfriend up…give him a front row seat while I wreck the last frontier…” 

Ted stroked his cock as he worked your asshole open with his thumb.

“Know what i oughta do?...fill you up real good so he smells it next time he's hittin’ it from the back.”

Ted took his thumb out of your asshole, spat once more, then pushed his tip into your tight ring of muscle, making you groan. He kept pushing until he bottomed out and said, “Yeah, that'll do.” He sighed, pulled his hips back, then bottomed out again. “Ohh, much better….now this… this i can feel” He was stiffer, more engorged, watching your ass swallow his cock. 

He slid in and out, never letting the crown of his tip crest your exit. The fullness was immeasurable, the way his girth spread your cheeks.

Your ass jiggled and clapped with the impact of his thrusts.

“Ya know, I had a feeling you'd take it real good in the ass,” Ted said. “Loud-mouth bitch like you.”

“God, you're a prick. But now I get it,” you said, and your heart rate ticked up as you prepared yourself to taunt him.

“Get what?” Ted panted, thrusting into your ass.

“Your inferiority complex,’ you said. “Your son's got a bigger dick than you.”

“Now I know that ain't true,’ Ted said. 

“He's a grower,” you explained. “I'm guessing it's not often you've seen your son's hard cock, unless you're sicker than I thought.” 

Ted sighed, and without pulling out, he picked your bra up off the floor.  

“I swear to god if you don't shut the fuck up.” 

With his cock still in your ass, he brought your bra to your face and said, “Bite it.”

You bit the bra, and he fastened it to use as reins as if you were a horse.

Holding the bra in one hand, he slapped your ass fucked it harder.

You grunted into the bra as he slammed into your ass faster. “Yeah,” he breathed, “you’re so full of it.” You were packed full of it for sure. 

Pounding you in the ass, he smacked it again, hard enough to leave a handprint. 

“Bitch like you, always mouthing off….Ugh,” he moaned. 

His hips snapped faster. He began to moan in uneven breaths. 

Then, finally, he bottomed out and yanked the bra. His cock twitched deep in your guts….So deep it almost made you gag. He erupted, filling your ass with his cum. He dropped the reigns and his belly pressed against your butt as he leaned forward to mutter, “Barely worth the trouble.”

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It was so fucked up, but the most fucked up part of all was that you knew you'd be thinking about this the next time you got off, with or without Tate. Ever since you started thinking about his dad, Tate had brought you to orgasm more than ever. Especially in combination with the size kink.  

And this… this was the biggest turn-on, having your boyfriend's dad degrade you and pump you full of cum. You were full of Ted in one hole and full of Tate in the other. 

Ted slid his dick out of you and said, “Now fuck off.” 

He was a bad guy, even worse than his son had warned you. He definitely got off making others feel small… or not so small as it were. 

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As the smoke cooled in Tate’s mouth, he offered the joint to Yule. Yule put it aside, then slid his fingers into Tate's hair to bring his head closer. After releasing the smoke into Yule's mouth, Tate coughed. “We shouldn’t smoke in here." Then looked at you. "Babe?”

"Go ahead, I'm good," you replied.

A while later, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made Ted swiftly remove his hand from his pants. He adjusted himself, and his glasses, then opened a book.

It was Yule.

His eyes were glassy and pink, and Ted wondered if he was full of Tate’s cum.

“Hey,” Ted said as Yule approached.

Yule glanced down at Ted’s sweatpants, and Ted set the book down in his lap to cover himself.

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“Hey, I uh… gotta tell ya somethin’,” Yule said, and the look on his face made those nasty thoughts evaporate from Ted’s mind, replaced by fatherly concern.

Whaaat???

Nooo.

Come on, Ted.

That's not your son. That's your nephew, Yule Garcia. Yeah, he's cool, but I bet he's never even fisted a girl.