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𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 || wayne munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || things are almost perfect with your boyfriend eddie, but you're too weak to resist when his uncle offers to fill in that missing piece. (it's basically porn without plot I don't know what you want me to say lmao)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 6.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || smut (18+ only), dubious consent (the reader is into it but hesitant), infidelity (see summary, reader is dating eddie, but there's a twist...), enormous age gap (reader is an 18-year-old high school senior, wayne is well into his 50s), alcohol consumption (by wayne), unprotected sex, oral sex m and f receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking, hair pulling, degradation/dumbification ("slut" "whore" "dumb" "stupid"), overstimulation, somewhat inexperienced reader, somewhat creepy/aggressive uncle wayne

please read the warnings carefully before proceeding

It was always awkward when you came over to Eddie’s trailer too early and ended up having to make smalltalk with Wayne.

“So… how’s school?” he asked, standing by the kitchen counter as he nursed his beer.

“Good, good,” you nodded, chewing your lip. “I’m on track to graduate this year and everything.”

“That’s great,” he smiled politely, crinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced. A longer silence followed before he cleared his throat. “Uh, you and Eddie’ve been goin’ out a while, huh?”

“Just four months,” you shrugged, “if you think of that as a long time.”

“For a couple’a kids, sure.”

“We’re not kids,” you denied, “I mean… I know we’re not really grown, but—”

“No, you’re right,” he reneged, “sometimes I forget how grown up you really are.”

You smiled slightly, twisting your sneaker on the carpet for a second.

“I mean, five minutes ago Eddie was just this punk kid who showed up at my doorstep,” Wayne recalled, “and now here he is bringing home his girlfriend. Never thought I’d see the day.”

You giggled a bit; “You’re not the only one,” you offered him with a smirk.

“Couldn’t believe my eyes when I first met you, honestly— cute, sweet girl like you? With a boy like him?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned. “Eddie’s sweet and funny and—”

“No, no, he’s a good boy,” Wayne corrected himself, “but he’s just that— a boy. You could have anybody you wanted in this town. And I just… didn’t expect him to be your first choice.”

You glanced down, not sure if you should just accept the compliment and move on, or question his logic further. “I-I dunno about that,” you offered shyly.

“I do,” he hummed, stepping closer to you. “Does he not tell you? Honey, you’re perfect.”

You choked; Eddie did tell you that, but it sounded different when Wayne said it. It meant something different when Wayne said it.

It… felt different.

“Well, um… thanks,” you mumbled, still looking away.

“He’s a lucky guy,” Wayne decided, “that he’s got you all to himself. Hope he knows what he’s got.”

You nodded, clutching your arms over your chest which warmed with memories of Eddie’s effusiveness; apparently the Munson family thought you were pretty special, even if you didn’t always feel that way.

“I would say that I hope he treats you right,” he continued, setting down his glass bottle with a quiet clink, “but… I know he doesn’t.”

You glanced up at him with wide eyes. Did he know something you didn’t? “Wh-what does that mean?” you asked worriedly, and he stepped closer again— looking down at you with a dark stare.

“I can hear you,” he whispered, “when you’re in the bedroom—”

He wagged his finger over your shoulder, towards the trailer’s bedroom where you and Eddie spent some nights together; your breath caught.

“— thinkin’ you’re being all sneaky, like I won’t hear you. But I do, and y’know somethin’? I can tell he’s not pleasin’ you right.”

You stepped back, and he stepped forward, and in a second he had you pinned against the kitchen wall. “I-I’m sorry,” you began, but he wasn’t finished talking yet.

“You make such cute little sounds,” he grinned, “but a real man should make you scream. S’that what you need, little girl?”

“I… I don’t…” you stammered, feeling so girlish and dumb in that moment as you failed to think of anything useful to say.

“Does he give you what you need? Just tell me,” he pleaded, voice softening. “Yes or no— are you satisfied by him?”

Hesitating, you eventually shook your head— even though you hated to admit it. Eddie was amazing, in so many ways, but he struggled with a few things… including making you come.

“Didn’t think so,” Wayne chuckled with a tilted smile— it reminded you of Eddie’s, actually.

You jumped slightly when he leaned in and brushed your hair away, kissing under your ear gently. Breath catching, your back started to arch up from the kitchen wall already; he was so delicate, teasing you carefully as your thighs clenched together.

“Tell me to stop,” he purred as his lips traveled more confidently over your neck. “Tell me you can’t, ‘cause you’ve got your little boyfriend to stay faithful to. Tell me it’s wrong. Tell me you should stick to boys your age.”

You opened your mouth, imagining saying everything he had, but only a whimpering moan fell out from your traitorous, gloss-stained lips.

“C’mon, babydoll, just tell me stop if you don’t want it,” he offered again, a rough hand moving higher and higher up your thigh until his fingers tickled under your dress.

“Don’t stop,” you heard yourself sigh, and in an instant his mouth was on yours. He tasted like tobacco and beer, but your tongue still dove forward in search of more.

His finger dragged over your panties, starting at the damp patch that had formed by your opening and curling up to nudge your swelling bud. “Lookit you,” he chuckled proudly, “little button’s all firm for me.”

The dull edge of his fingernail scratched lightly through the cotton, making you jolt and curl your toes inside your sneakers. “F-fuck,” you choked, and his mouth was on your neck again, but this time his teeth were nipping at you, too.

His other hand gripped your waist for a moment, before sliding down and groping your butt as you whined. “Mm, this cute little ass,” he growled, “you’re always showin’ it off with those skirts and short-shorts. Shoulda known not to tease me like that.”

When he brought his hand down firmly, it was still more of just a pat than a spank, and yet you shamelessly moaned out loud.

“You like it rough, huh?” he noticed with a proud tint to his voice. "Innocent-lookin’ ones always do. Fuck, you’re just too sweet, babydoll…”

You gasped when he dropped to his knees, reaching up under your dress to pull your panties down to your ankles.

“Y’sweet everywhere, honey?” he asked with a smug grin.

Your head fell back against the wall with a bang the second Wayne’s mouth was on you. He was eager yet precise, dragging his tongue up your slit, rubbing your thighs almost too hard as he sucked on your clit.

His moans were low and gravelly and you could feel them, they made everything vibrate and it was already almost too much; he didn’t have a lot of hair, but you found something to grab onto as he greedily tasted you. And as for the hair he did have, well, his mustache was tickling your sensitive skin, even brushing up against your clit when he pushed his tongue inside you— which should’ve been too scratchy but it felt fucking perfect.

“Oh my god,” you panted, “oh— fuck, I never— oh!”

“Y’never what— never got your pussy ate?” he realized, biting down on your thigh for a moment. “Now that’s just a fuckin’ waste.”

“E-Eddie tried,” you explained, “once… but it wasn’t— it didn’t feel like this…”

“‘Cause he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doin’,” Wayne explained before diving back in and making your knees nearly buckle with the way he circled his tongue around your clit. You didn’t remember being this sensitive— maybe it was the forbidden nature of it, maybe it was the way he went back and forth from teasing you to overwhelming you.

Or, very plausibly, it was because you had this poorly-suppressed thing for older men. It was one of those things you’d confessed just once to a close friend only to get thoroughly judged, and you never told anyone again. But Wayne saw right through you.

“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” he grinned up at you, making it clear in the way he asked his question that he already knew the answer.

“I’m more than twice your age, sweetie,” he reminded you, “you shouldn’t be thinking about things like that…”

In a specific way, you always thought Wayne was attractive— not exactly a pretty man, but rough in all the right ways. Though you never thought you’d admit it, you had wondered how his callused hands might feel on your smooth skin, how someone with all his experience would treat someone as delicate as you. Awkwardly, you nodded, and he let out a breath that tickled your most sensitive skin.

But then his tongue was on you again and you weren’t thinking about anything.

“Actually,” he mumbled against your skin, “I’m more than three times your age…”

You couldn’t believe he had the wherewithal to multiply in his head right now.

“Old enough to be your daddy,” he chuckled, and you whimpered.

“M-my dad’s not even forty,” you corrected thinly.

“Then I guess I’m nearly old enough to be your grandaddy,” he added with a laugh.

“Oh god,” you choked, “don’t say that…”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he grinned. “Makes your little pussy clench.”

He emphasized his point by tickling your opening with the tip of his finger, and you shivered.

Delicately pushing his finger in, barely to the first knuckle, he teased you with small movements and little licks on your bud. When he moved his finger just a bit deeper, he curled it against that ridge inside you that made your toes curl.

“F-fuck, why you gotta tease me so much?” you breathed. “If you know how bad I need it, you should just give it to me.”

He suddenly pulled away, standing up and making you feel terribly small as he stared down at you. “Give you what, sweetheart?” he asked darkly. You swallowed, melting into the heat of his body pressed against yours— his shirt was unbuttoned and he just had on a white tank top underneath, you could see his chest filling each time he took a breath… you could feel him getting hard through his sun-bleached jeans.

“Um…” you stalled.

“What do you need?” he asked again, tilting your chin with his fingers curled under it until you were blinking up at him dreamily.

“You,” you answered in a whisper, “need you… Daddy.”

The delicate brush of his touch under your chin switched suddenly to a tight grasp on your jaw, and he kissed you again; rougher than before, deeper, with his teeth grazing your lips and his tongue forcing your mouth open wider. It tasted different than before, too, because of what he’d done to you— and it made you even wetter to realize that.

You heard your own moans muffled by his mouth, and you felt his hands move down from your face to your waist, pulling you even closer— you found yourself desperate to feel his skin on yours, silently cursing all these clothes in the way.

He broke away and started to work on your neck again; he was relentless with the neck, that man, maybe because you moaned so loudly every time he licked along your pulse. "Taste how sweet you are?" he smirked. "Sweetest little pussy I ever tasted— I could eat you all night if I didn't have bigger plans."

He pulled you back with him as he crossed the living room and sat down wide-legged on the couch, guiding you into his lap which you straddled as you rested your hands on his chest through the undershirt.

“Naughty girl,” he groaned as you rocked your hips on him instinctively, “wanna be fucked already? I was just gonna play wit’ya, but you need more, hm?”

“Yes,” you panted.

“Need to be fucked hard and deep by a real grown-up?” he continued.

“Please,” you whined, gathering his checkered shirt into your weak fists.

“Need to be fucked raw?”

You choked, words failing you, and yet your hands were already at his belt.

“Mm,” he hummed as he watched proudly, “so fuckin’ needy. Y’know it’s not ladylike to be actin’ this way?”

You nodded, mouth falling slack as you reached into his open fly, finding his hot erection just on the other side of loose boxer shorts. “Daddy, please,” you whimpered.

"Why don't you put your mouth on it first, sweetie? Show Daddy what your little boyfriend taught you."

You hopped up off of his lap and knelt on the cheap carpet— it was a little rough on your bare knees, but you were hardly paying attention to that when you were at eye-level with his cock, stroking it in front of your face as you psyched yourself up for just doing it, just leaning in and taking it in your mouth…

“C’mon, nothin’ to be afraid of,” he soothed, “I know you wanna taste.”

And you did, so you leaned in and licked it like a lollipop— wide tongue, half-lidded eyes looking up at him as his smile faltered slightly.

You licked it a couple more times before you finally found the courage to tilt your head down enough to suck on the head properly. “That’s good,” he whispered to you, fingers brushing over your head gently, “there you go…”

He got even harder in your mouth, veins protruding and soft skin stiffening against your lips as you sat back on your feet.

He kept stroking your head, not quite pushing you down though you almost wished he would, humming proudly as you bobbed your head— taking a little more with each movement.

"Mm, fuck," he sighed, relaxing more until his head fell back on the top of the couch. "S'good, babydoll— can't believe that tiny mouth a'yours can fit all this dick in it."

Just to show off, you took him even deeper until you nearly choked, blinking up at him diligently to find a dark look in his eyes.

"I should give Ed some more credit," Wayne chuckled, "he taught you good. You suck cock like a proper little whore."

You pulled off when you needed air, smiling at him and wiggling your hips as you wished for more attention on your aching core. "You like it?" you assumed, and he didn't answer directly but did start to grab at your hair like he was about to pull you back down for more.

But you were one step ahead; you held his cock tightly in your hand as you moved your head down to suck one of his heavy balls into your mouth. You had to fight the urge to smile when he groaned and tilted his head back.

"Damn," he hissed, "I knew you wanted me, you made that obvious, but I never thought you wanted a taste of my balls. Such a dirty little girl…"

His fingers that had only been gently toying with your hair tensed into a firmer grip, and you felt his cock throb in your grasp as you moved to the other.

"Fuck, suck 'em harder, honey," he grunted. "Yeah— use your tongue, too, don't be shy. Daddy likes feeling your hot mouth on his balls."

So you kept going, hollowing your cheeks and fluttering your eyes shut as you drew random shapes with your tongue over the soft skin in your mouth. Your pussy was clenching on nothing, over and over— you were afraid you would start dripping on his floor considering your panties were around your ankles and couldn't protect you now.

"You like this, babydoll?" he prompted with a little grunt, and you released his sack from your mouth to give a long lick up the underside of his cock.

"They taste good," you gasped, "I can suck them some more, right? Please?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, go ahead," he chuckled, making you quickly lean in and lick a stripe over the seam between them.

Each movement of your tongue over his delicate skin made you needier, and your hips kept rocking helplessly in the air as you sought some friction to relieve the ache. Unfortunately, you didn't find any— and you were making the most pathetic, desperate noises as you lathed his cock and balls thoroughly with your tongue.

"I know you want more," he whispered, and you moaned again— you felt helpless to the desperation overtaking your body.

"Please fuck me," you sighed, "please—"

"Stand up and take that little dress off first," he told you, "Daddy wants to see all of you."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood up, taking one step towards the door and facing him as he stared at you. He moved his hips slightly and gripped his cock as you finally took the panties off around your shoes and started to lift your dress. Having forgone a bra, you were left naked once the dress was over your head and tossed to the side, except of course for your—

"Shoes and socks too, babydoll," he instructed, and you bent down to untie the laces and slip the white tennis shoes off. Your cotton socks were next, and then you were just standing there, totally bare, his gaze trailing over you.

"Give us a twirl, honey," he cooed. "So cute… Eddie's got no idea what to do with all that, huh?"

You bit your lip and shook your head. He curled a finger as he watched you.

"Let me take care of you, cutiepie."

Approaching him again, you stood by where he was sitting as he reached up and rubbed your thigh, eyes drinking you in.

"I don't even know where to start," he laughed, "damn, I could touch you everywhere."

"Touch me here, daddy," you sighed as you straddled his hips again and guided his hand to your cunt. "Need you so bad…"

His fingers toyed with your clit and his free hand slid up your stomach to squeeze your breasts. "So greedy," he tutted, "this puffy little pussy of yours is just desperate for attention. Don't worry, babydoll, know just what you need."

He pulled your hips down and pressed your hot lips against his shaft as it curved up against his stomach. You sighed, trying to move so you could rub yourself on him, but his strong hold on you kept you still until you whined impatiently.

"You wanna get your hole stretched out by this big dick, don't you?" he noticed.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

"Then put it inside you, sweetheart," he ordered, "and ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock."

You lifted yourself slightly with your quivering legs, reaching down under yourself to grab him and guide the thick head to your waiting, lonely opening. Breathing quickly and feeling your heart race, feeling that pit in your stomach of searing hot guilt but ignoring it, you sank down onto him.

“Shit!” he groaned, pulling you down the rest of the way and snapping his hips up. “So fuckin’ tight, babydoll— god, Eddie’s a dumbass. Got this sweet, creamy little pussy to play with and he can’t even treat it right.”

You choked as you felt how deep he'd gone, whimpering as the gyrating of your hips forced your sensitive— almost sore— clit to grind on the rough patch of hair around his base. It felt so good already, your body on edge from being teased this long, and then you started really going.

Moaning unabashedly, you guided yourself up and down on top of him, unable to stop yourself with the friction felt so perfect. The ridge of his cock's soft head was so clear you could feel it inside you, stroking your walls— and you made sure to lift as high as you could each time so you could feel that ridge rub your spot perfectly. "D-Daddy," you sobbed, grabbing handfuls of his white undershirt to try to keep yourself in reality.

“Such an eager little thing,” he grunted, gripping your ass tighter as you rode him.

That you were— you felt totally out of control, addicted to the feeling, never wanting it to stop.

"Bounce on it, babydoll, jus' like that," he purred, "look at those cute tits while you ride— too fuckin' precious."

He sat up and suckled on one with a wide mouth, making you gasp and arch your back. As his lips moved to the other, his hands released your hips to massage each one as he sucked.

It made chills run down your back, it made more wetness gather and leak out around his textured shaft.

One hand kept groping your tits while the other slipped down and pressed on your belly gently, until his thumb found your clit, and with a proud smirk, he started to rub it in gentle circles while you rode him.

"Feels good?" he asked you softly, and you nodded. "I wanna feel how tight you can get, babydoll. You need to come, princess, I can tell— Daddy's here to give you everything you need, okay?"

"Mkay," you mumbled, melting under his touch as the movements on your clit enhanced every sensation.

"Daddy knows just how to stroke your cute little clit, hm? Gonna make you come so hard for me, right on my thick cock."

"Please," you choked, fists tightening; you opened your eyes, hardly having noticed you'd shut them, and looked down at him under you.

He had the slightest shine of sweat on his forehead, and a dark glimmer in his eye as he stared up at you; he looked prideful, of you and of himself. The more you tugged at his shirt, the more you revealed tanned skin, sun spots and freckles and scars, even a faded tattoo over his heart. You didn’t mind that it showed his age— not even the white chest hair bothered you.

"You're s-so sexy," you blurted out.

He laughed a bit. "I dunno about that— I'm just an old man, you could do better than me."

"Don't want better— I want this, I want you to fuck me like this," you whined.

"I know, babydoll," he offered with condescending sympathy, "y'get so horny you forget that the last thing you should be doing is getting your pussy filled by your boyfriend's dirty old uncle, huh? I understand— it's hard being eighteen, all that energy and nothing to do with it 'cause those high school boys can't make you come."

A shaky whine fell from your lips, but for all the conflictedness on your face, your body was more confident than ever as your hips sped up their movements. The hand still on your breast started to tease and tweak your nipple until you shuddered. Then he gave your breast a sudden slap— not too hard, but totally unexpected— and you gasped.

"Hm," he smirked, "you're a real wonder, sweetie. You look like an angel but you ride like a rodeo queen."

You smiled too, thinking that sounded extra funny in his accent.

"And you suck cock like a filthy little slut."

And it wasn’t quite funny anymore; you gasped a little and held tighter onto his shoulders, feeling shocks jump up inside you from where his thumb was still consistent and firm on your bud. It was building faster than it had before, hot and heavy and tingly at your toes and fingers.

"Feel so fuckin' good," he groaned through his teeth, "such a good little whore for me. Tight little thing, grippin' me just how I like— ah, fuck, a little faster, honey—"

You arched your back and slammed your hips down harder and faster, hearing the noise of skin on skin echo through the small space. "I-I'm… oh, god," you whimpered, trying to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but he picked up on it instantly.

"Gonna come? Good girl," he grinned. "Love making pretty girls scream— mm, just like that, keep going."

It was harder to keep your pace while the pleasure was beginning to take over, yet you were fighting for it harder than ever because you need more, just a little more and it would all break. And when it broke you knew it would feel so good.

"God, you're so fuckin' wet," Wayne grunted, "little pussy's soaking Daddy's dick, princess. Your juices are running down my balls."

It was so perfectly filthy, it made your whole body tense up even harder as your ecstasy crept up closer and closer.

"This whole fuckin' trailer's gonna smell like your pussy," he laughed breathlessly. "I could still smell you in the bedroom sometimes after you left, you know… wanted a taste of that sweet young cunt so bad…"

You felt a bit self-conscious hearing him talk about your scent; you'd always had an anxiety that it smelled bad or gross down there just because it didn't smell like cupcakes or lillies. "You… you really like how it smells?" you asked shyly between panting breaths.

"Yeah, smells fuckin' delicious," he snarled, nostrils flaring. "Smells like fresh, ripe pussy— best smell in the world, babydoll. Enough to drive a man crazy."

"O-oh," you stuttered, feeling yourself drip even more as he said that. "Oh, Daddy, I—!"

His thumb pressed harder on your clit and you sobbed shakily. “Nice an’ easy, baby, nice an’ easy,” he coaxed you gently, “just let go, let that little kitty make a big fuckin’ mess on me, hm?”

It hit you like a truck and your head fell back limply, tears falling down your temples as your eyes shut tight. His hands tightened on your hips, and as you stilled, he started to fuck up into you— forcing you to take more and more until you were worried you would scream loud enough for the whole trailer park to hear. “F-fuck,” you choked, mustering some strength to lift your head again and look down at him, “slow down, please…”

“God, that’s cute,” he laughed proudly, “m’not done with you yet, babydoll, not even close. That’s the best part of sweet young things like you, y’can go for hours and never tire out.”

“Yeah,” you panted, “but can you?”

He growled through his teeth as he pulled you down, until your face was so close to his, but his hand tugging your hair kept you and your needy, open mouth from kissing him. “Don’t give me lip, girl,” he warned, “or you’ll get a spanking.”

“Fuckin’ dare you,” you smiled, whining loudly as he brought a hand down hard on your ass. “Yes!” you sobbed.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunted, “your hole gives me a good squeeze when I smack this tight little ass.”

Another spank to prove his point, and you felt your hips rocking on top of him of their own accord.

“See? Knew you wanted more,” he laughed, “just need a little patience. M’gonna teach you so much, honey, gonna make you my little whore.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and he tugged your hair again. “Harder, daddy,” you begged, choking as he forced you to crane your neck with another pull on your hair. He sucked on your neck again, hard enough to leave a mark, and at the same time gave you two more firm spanks. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, s-so good…”

“What’s good, babydoll?” he prompted.

“You— you’re so good,” you answered, “y’fuck me so good, dick’s so fuckin’ good, Daddy…”

“Uh huh,” he encouraged, “how good?”

“B-best I ever had,” you hiccuped, “better than anything— fuck, s’yours, yours!”

“Goddamn,” he grunted, “this sweet little pussy, all mine?”

“Yeah,” you panted, “whenever you want it— oh god!”

“Baby,” he sighed, “don’t make promises you can’t keep… I know good dick will make you wanna say all kinds’a stuff, but you gotta control yourself.”

He held you tightly and flipped you around, laying you on the couch on your back and pushing your thighs up to your chest. When he slid himself all the way inside again, he went so deep that you could hardly stand it. “Oh fuck,” you sighed.

“Y’see it now?” he groaned. “See all that pretty cream you got on my cock?”

The angle he had your hips at was so dramatic that all you had to do was blink your eyes open and you could see it, the ring of thick, white arousal around the base of him. It was embarrassing— in an erotic sort of way— to see what you’d done.

“Messy little pussy you’ve got,” he smiled proudly. “Should make you clean all that up when I’m done— bet you’d like that, slut.”

He fucked into you rough and fast, his balls slapping on your ass— still sore from the spanking— with each thrust.

"You know somethin'?" he said suddenly, voice gruff and broken up with heavy breaths. "I've been around a while, I've had a lot of pussy, but yours? This cute, dripping little pink hole you've got? Might just be my favorite."

"Really?" you beamed.

"Mhm," he nodded, licking his bottom lip. "So sensitive… sweet and tiny and begging to be filled up. And you let me fuck it raw, too, you're so adorable."

Your cheeks heated up quickly, and suddenly the bare feeling of his cock inside you— with nothing at all in the way— was especially noticeable, especially taboo, especially wrong but oh-so-right.

"I know you know where the condoms are," he laughed, "Eddie goes through them like potato chips with you. Why'd you let me get my dick wet in your little hole, babydoll?"

"I— I dunno," you stalled, "I just… wanted to feel you. For real."

"Mm? Wanted to feel this hot cock, is that it?"

"Y-yeah…"

"It's not like wearing a rubber would make this responsible anyways, right?" he continued, laughing when you nodded. "God, you high school girls are just too sweet. Stupid, but sweet."

"Ohh, I… I'm not stupid."

"No, not always," he agreed, "Ed says you make straight A's. But you still came here when you knew he wouldn't be home yet, you still wore that dress and tried to act innocent, and you jumped on my cock as soon as you got the chance. You're just dumb when you're horny, honey, that's okay."

His thumb suddenly found your bud again, pressing down on it far too hard for how sore it was— it was somehow both numb and hypersensitive, and your whole body jolted when he rubbed it roughly.

"W-wait! S'too sensitive!" you whined, bucking your hips wildly to try to escape from how much it was.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, holding your hips tight to keep you still, "c'mon, let Daddy take care of you, sweetheart, let me play with that adorable little baby pussy, hm? Gonna make it so happy, honey, gonna help your hole make all that sweet cream to coat my cock…"

"Hurts!" you hiccuped.

"Yeah? But it's what you need— it's what you fuckin' need, you dumb slut."

Tears welled in your eyes as the pain somehow started to feel good just at the same time that the insults felt like compliments. It was all a bit of both, really.

"Can tell this hole loves my fuckin' dick," he groaned lowly, watching your face with a heavy stare as he licked his lips. "Can tell this hole belongs to Daddy now."

"Yes," you sobbed.

"And Daddy knows how to keep a pussy satisfied," he chuckled. "Know what a slutty little girl like you needs. Do you know what it is, babydoll?"

You shook your head.

"It's to get bred, sweetheart."

"Nooo," you whined, "m'too young to get pregnant."

"Too young? Bullshit, you're the perfect age— young and fertile, sweet little body begging to be knocked up."

"B-but—"

"You'd look so cute," he grunted, fucking you even deeper then until you gasped and clawed at the couch. "Belly gettin' bigger, tits all swollen… don't you think it'd be kind of funny, for the innocent high school girl to get knocked up by some old man from the trailer park?"

Not quite your idea of a hilarious joke; it was, admittedly, the titillating sort of terrifying to imagine, but even your cockdrunk brain knew it couldn’t seriously happen. “Don’t scare me like that,” you giggled.

"If it's so scary, how come you're about to come for me again?" he noticed with a grin.

“Hng, Wayne, m’gonna come, just p-pull out,” you choked, “please?”

"Okay, okay," he relented with a chuckle, "I'll pull out, but you need to come over here and suck me off with that pretty mouth until I come."

You nodded with a quick sigh, and he gripped your hips tighter.

“Come for me first, babydoll,” he grunted, “gimme another big squeeze— uh huh, just like that, fuck y’look so cute when you come.”

You quivered on the outside and convulsed on the inside, inner muscles spasming uncontrollably around him as a second, harder orgasm hit you all over.

He fucked you so fast, right in the middle of it, that you arched your back and made noises you didn't even know a human could make, let alone yourself.

Apparently he had some sense of mercy, because he stopped assaulting your clit, but he kept the brutal pace of his hips as you tried to catch your breath.

"Hear that? Hear how it sounds?" he grunted.

"Sounds… sticky…" you panted.

"Yeah," he agreed, "that's what it sounds like when a perfect little cunt is getting treated right. Look at what you did to me, look at all that cream…"

You struggled to get your eyes open but you did, seeing the thorough mess you'd made— clear and cloudy-white arousal mixing together and truly coating him.

"Good job, babydoll," he praised gruffly, "Daddy's so proud— that sweet little hole of yours sure left its mark, huh? Not just on me— there's a stain under you on the sofa."

"I-I'm sorry—"

"No, no sweetheart," he cooed, "it's good, you did good! All I ever fuckin' wanted, to make you drip like that. Knew you were a wild one under the innocent girl act."

It hadn't felt like an act at the time, but it was certainly not believable now.

He pulled out suddenly and sat back, stroking himself slowly as you scrambled to sit up. "C'mon and suck me off, princess."

You got on all fours and put your head in his lap, sucking your own taste off his cock and stroking what your lips couldn't reach.

"Mhm," he encouraged lowly, grabbing a fistful of hair by the back of your head. "Fuck, gonna come all over that pretty tongue."

You moaned, carefully adjusting yourself to kneel on the floor again— it was a little less awkward of a position— without stopping your work.

"Mm, and you're gonna swallow it all?" he assumed. You couldn’t quite answer right now, you couldn’t even nod with his grip on the back of your head, so you just blinked up at him slowly and it seemed to get the message across.

His head fell back with a deep gasp, and he guided your head with his strong hold on your hair— using your mouth exactly how he wanted. And you let him, just doing your best to keep some suction on him while your drool ran down your chin.

"I'm close," he gasped, "keep sucking— nice and deep, babydoll, you can choke on it."

But then he made you choke on it, grunting deeply as you gagged, watching your eyes water from the stress on your throat. Maybe that's what tipped him over the edge, because he let out a long, deep moan as the first pulse of his cock shot come onto your tongue. You whimpered and bobbed your head even faster, tightening your grip on his shaft to try to squeeze every drop out.

"Such a good fuckin' girl," he growled. "Swallow all that come, sweetheart— fuck!"

It was bitter, even more than Eddie's, but you gulped it down with a smile, jerking him off to keep getting more and more—

He had to stop you by grabbing your hair and hand at once, laughing thinly and guiding you off of him. "That's all of it, honey, you got it all— fuck…"

He sighed and fell back onto the couch, taking a second or two to catch his breath before he grabbed a cigarette and lighter and lit up.

You watched him take a drag and exhale with a heavy breath. “Damn, girl…" he finally said, opening his eyes and then patting his knee. You smiled as you got up onto his lap, curling up into him as he kept smoking. "You're one hell of a woman, babydoll," he told you softly. "Haven't fucked like that since… shit, I don't think I've ever fucked quite like that. Never had a pussy soak me as good as yours."

You wiggled proudly in his one-arm embrace, but he had to let you go at some point to get his softening cock back into his jeans, refastening his belt with a grunt.

"Come over any time, sweetheart," he offered you with a smirk around his cigarette, "I'll keep that pussy satisfied."

He gave you a congratulatory spank to the thickest part of your butt, and you jumped before a giggle slipped out of your throat. His lip twitched into a split second of a snarl as he did it again, this time leaving his hand on your cheek afterwards and gripping it hard.

"God, this ass," he growled. "Next time, I'm bending you over that counter and watching it the whole time I'm fucking you. And spanking you until you cry."

You were barely reacting to his rough fantasy, you were still hung up on next time.

He stroked your thigh gently, smiling at you as he exhaled smoke through his nose. "Whenever Ed's not here—"

Speak of the freak, and he shall appear.

The front door clicked open and creaked, and your heart dropped into your gut.

“Eddie!” you yelped, reaching for a blanket to try to cover yourself as your boyfriend stared forward at the scene in front of him. “Eddie, oh god, I’m so— I’m so sorry, I—”

“Damn it,” Eddie interrupted with a frown— certainly not looking chipper, but still not giving the reaction you expected. It’s hard to say how one should react when you walk in on your girlfriend and your uncle moments after he was fucking her into the next dimension, but mild frustration probably isn’t it, right?

“Told ya,” Wayne smirked at him proudly. “You owe me twenty.”

“Bull!” Eddie shouted back.

“You lost the bet!” Wayne reminded him.

“Yeah, and you fucked my girlfriend! M’not givin’ you a fuckin’ twenty!” Eddie scowled.

“Fair enough,” Wayne shrugged.

You blinked through teary eyes— it was pretty easy to put together what had happened now, but you still didn’t quite believe it.

“You heard her outside, didn’t you?” Wayne realized. “I warned you, girl like this needs more, Ed. Fuck her right or somebody else will.”

"I don't understand…" you mumbled nervously, and Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile as he tilted his head.

“You were supposed to tell him you only wanted me,” Eddie informed you, “and I could’ve made twenty bucks!”

"I'm so sorry—" you began.

"Oh no! I'm not mad," he promised. "I mean… I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. I knew that I hadn't made you…"

He trailed off, and you cleared your throat, glancing down. "So… you aren't breaking up with me?"

"No, god no!" he scoffed. "Angel, I love you!"

You sniffled, your mind overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you too, Eddie…"

"C'mon, son, have a seat on the couch with your girlfriend," Wayne suggested. "I think it's time I taught you how to properly take care of a young woman."

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