3rd Person POV

Summer waved at her parents as she tried to hid her giddiness under a mask of teenaged apathy, "Bye, mom! Bye, dad!"

"Drive carefully!" Morty chimed in.

"Have fun, you two."

"Yes, we will have as much fun as possible on our…" Beth's tone turning sarcastic and a hint of dour "Titanic-themed getaway."

"You married into this," Ryder commented with a bored tone. The blonde gave him a glare as Rick reached over and cuffed the back of his head.

Jerry, finishes packing the car, and closes the door, "Let's lose the 'tude, please. It's supposed to be romantic." He then slides into the passenger seat door."

"Ryder, we are leaving you in charge, here."

"Huh? Why me?" Ryder intoned with a befuddled expression on his face, he then pointed at Rick, "Shouldn't he be in charge?"

Beth stared blankly at Ryder, though after a prolonged time of them gazing at each other, they both squirmed in place. Why was unknown to the rest of the family.

"Ryder is in charge." Beth reaffirmed.

"I'm inviting some friends over, and knowing Summer she'll throw a party." Ryder said blankly.

"What the hell?" Jerry exclaimed with fury.

While Summer stared at her uncle with a flabbergasted expression, "Uncle Ryder, what the fuck!?"

"Language, Summer," Beth chided her daughter before turning to Ryder, "Okay, Ryder."

Rick stopped mid-swig of his flask, "Okay, Ryder?"

"Okay, Ryder." Beth nodded easily enough, "It's not as if I can ground Ryder, plus Summer will have adult supervision,"

"Yeah, one of them being your dad." Despite Jerry's mumble we all heard him. Rick flipped Jerry the bird.

"We'll lock all valuables in your room, and make sure its off limits, any and all damages done to the house will be fixed by Rick or I, or I'll just outright pay to replace it." Ryder rattled off and that seemingly easing whatever concerns Jerry had.

"Okay." Jerry drawled, apparently thinking I was asking for his permission also. With that the married couple drove off.

However a few seconds after the car leaves, the garage door disintegrates, as synthetic laser eels screech and float out of the damaged garage door. Rick, Ryder, Morty, and Summer watch the eel's float away, and the garage door collapses onto the four, however the giant hole in the door keeps them from being squashed.

"When I said we would fix the house," Ryder said as he watched the eels, "I meant you Rick."

"We're still having a party right?" Summer asked giddy at the idea.


Sitting on the garden patio, I watched the chaos of the party unfold. Squanchy was chugging some kind of neon booze from a keg strapped to his back, Bird Person was deep in philosophical conversation with a very uncomfortable-looking Gear Person, and Rick was already shit-faced, juggling vials of god-knows-what with one hand while poking fun at Morty before the walked off with Jessica.

I sipped my drink, savouring the burn of the cheap liquor as I scanned the crowd. The truth was, I didn't really care about the party. Hell, I'd only told Beth about it in the first place because the last thing I wanted was to deal with the fallout of wrecking the house and having to fix it with time-stopping BS. I was too old for the secret party shit, and frankly, I didn't care enough to throw one. But here I was, surrounded by debauchery, and feeling like the only sane person in the madhouse.

I could really do with a decent fuck, but the usual suspects were MIA. Caij was off on a hunt, and Looma hadn't replied to my messages—probably knee-deep in some intergalactic war that wasn't her business, as usual. I cracked my neck and looked up at the night sky, trying to gauge how much longer I'd have to endure this shit show. Morty wasn't going to shut it down anytime soon, especially with me helping him smooth things over with Jessica, hoping the little guy pulls, and the whole "no more adventures" threat not hanging over them, this party could go till dawn.

"Fuck it," I muttered, standing up and stretching. I figured I'd make a quiet exit, slip out the garden gate, and ride my bike off to somewhere less obnoxious. But just as I was heading for my bike, a flicker of light from my shed caught my attention. The light was on.

Nobody was supposed to be in there. Rick was in my line of sight, Morty was in the garage with Jessica, and Summer had just wandered into the kitchen. The only way someone could've gotten in was if they'd stolen my key, or off one of them… My money is on Summer.

My hand instinctively moved to the handle of my knife as I approached the shed, expecting Tammy. I'd given Bird Person the heads-up about her; he was supposed to keep an eye on her without tipping her off that we knew she was a Galactic Federation agent. I didn't want to deal with Tammy yet, but if she'd gotten desperate enough to break into my space, I'd put her in her place.

I pushed open the door, ready for a confrontation, but instead of the Federation's undercover agent, I found Tricia Lange. She was sprawled out on the edge of my bed, her legs crossed in a deliberately coy pose, a smirk tugging at her glossy lips. The sight of her threw me off balance.

Tricia's tight skirt hugged her hips, barely covering her ass, and her low-cut shirt left little to the imagination. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and I felt a stir of arousal—one that I should've been able to ignore, but I couldn't.

"Looking for something?" she asked, her voice dripping with a mix of mock innocence and predatory intent. She bent at the waist, giving me a generous view of her plunging cleavage. My eyes followed, betraying my better judgment. Then, without warning, she flipped her skirt up, resting it on her round, firm ass as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy black panties. She peeled them down slowly, letting the fabric slide off her smooth legs before kicking them aside. The glistening heat of her exposed slit caught my eye, and my restraint snapped.

Before I could process what was happening, I was in front of her. My hands found her shoulders, and she pulled me closer, her hands already working at my belt. She was quick, nimble fingers unbuckling and yanking down my pants in one swift motion. My cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Tricia's eyes widened in delight as it nearly smacked her in the face.

"Hot damn," she breathed, her voice low and hungry. She wrapped both hands around my length, her touch soft yet firm, pumping slowly as her warm breath tickled my skin. The feeling brought back unwanted flashes of last week's twisted encounter with Beth, but Tricia's lips, warm and wet, kissing the tip of my cock, quickly pulled me back to the present. Her soulful brown eyes gazed up at me, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

She took me into her mouth, lips stretching around my girth as she tried to take more of me. I watched her struggle, gagging slightly as she reached her limit about halfway down my length. Inexperienced, but eager.

"You okay, lass?" I asked, my voice a mix of concern and arousal. She cleared her throat, her eyes watering, but she didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah, all good, Uncle Ryder," she said breathily, but the title made me flinch.

"Don't call me that," I growled, a flash of irritation slicing through the lust. But she just giggled, unfazed, and spit a thick glob of saliva onto my cock, spreading it with her hands. Her touch was messy, wet, and oh-so-wrong, but it felt too good to care.

"Oh? Do I need to be punished?" she teased, her voice playful as she kneeled on the bed, fingers tracing her lips in mock thought. She turned around, arching her back as she hiked her skirt up over her hips, exposing her perfectly round ass. My cock twitched as she spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered hole.

It was way too clean for a spur of the moment thing. She had planned this. The way she looked back at me, half-daring, half-inviting—it was clear she didn't know exactly what she was doing, but her great looks seemed to carry her pretty far. I hesitated, knowing that if I gave in, there'd be no going back.

"Are you sure you want to go down this road, Tricia?" I asked, my voice gruff, my resolve already crumbling.

Tricia clutched her cross necklace, biting her lip in a sinful contradiction of purity and deviance. "Well, if you want to take my V-card, you're gonna have to marry me," she teased, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Your call, Uncle Ryder."

The taunt snapped something in me. I grabbed her by the legs, flipping her forward onto her hands and knees. My hands gripped her thick thighs, spreading her wide, and I smacked her ass, watching the soft flesh jiggle under my palm. The slap echoed in the room, a stinging reminder of how far we were both willing to go.

Without any more hesitation, I lined myself up, pressing my cock against her tight, unyielding hole. Her breath hitched as I pushed forward, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the stretch. Her back arched, her eyes squeezed shut, but the moan that escaped her lips was pure ecstasy.

"Fuck, Ryder," she gasped, clutching the bedsheets as I filled her completely. I moved slowly, savouring every second of her tight heat. Tricia's breathless cries mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin, a symphony of raw, unbridled lust.

Her religious beliefs might've kept her from surrendering her virginity, but there was nothing pure about the way she was begging for more, her fingers gripping her cross as she whimpered, half-praying, half-pleading. It was twisted and wrong on every level, but in this moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating mix of pleasure and defiance.

Tricia pushed back against me, matching my rhythm, her soft moans growing louder with each thrust. She was relentless, greedy for every inch I could give her, and I was more than willing to oblige. My mind flashed briefly to Cyberpunk Beth, her touch, her taste, the way she'd left me wanting more despite the shame. I was losing myself, drowning in the sensation, letting the line between right and wrong blur into oblivion.

"Good girl," I muttered through gritted teeth, my pace quickening as I pounded into her. She clawed at the sheets, her cries reaching a fever pitch as she came, her entire body shuddering under me. The heat of her, the tight squeeze of her ass, sent me over the edge. I gripped her hips, thrusting deep one last time as I spilled inside her, my release a mix of anger, desire, and the kind of reckless abandon that made me feel alive.

As we collapsed onto the bed, tangled in a mess of sweat and sin, Tricia's smirk never wavered. She moved with a languid grace, sliding her lower lips down to meet my mouth. She didn't want my cock in her precious, unspoiled pussy, but that didn't mean she was above having my tongue worship her. She settled onto my face, grinding against me with reckless abandon, savouring the feel of my mouth working over her slick, wet folds.

I buried my face between her thighs, tasting every inch of her, while she kept herself busy, her lips wrapping around my cum-coated cock. Tricia's tongue flicked and swirled, re-lubing me with her spit, getting me hard again as she prepared herself for another round. She was insatiable, a dangerous mix of innocence and deviance, and with every moan, every hitch of her breath, I found myself falling deeper into her rhythm.

Her ass clenched around me as she lowered herself back onto my cock, her body trembling as she guided me into her once more. I gripped her hips, thrusting up into her tightness, and the two of us moved together in a heated, frantic dance of raw desire. The shed felt like its own world, detached from the party outside—a world where nothing mattered except the wet, messy sounds of our bodies colliding.

I should have been paying attention to the time, to my surroundings, but all I cared about was the feel of her clenching around me, the way her moans filled the air, drowning out any lingering sense of guilt or hesitation.

But just as I was lost in the moment, the shed door creaked open. I looked up, expecting an awkward confrontation with Summer, but instead, Tammy stood there. She wore a smirk, a faux drunkenness that was as fake as her high-pitched laugh. Her eyes were sharp, assessing the scene with a predatory gleam, and I knew she wasn't surprised to find me like this. No, this was exactly what she wanted.

"Well, well, well, isn't this a sight?" Tammy purred, her voice dripping with mock amusement as she sauntered into the room, swaying her hips in that exaggerated, sultry way. She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze traveling over our tangled bodies, and I could see the calculation behind her eyes.

Tricia didn't stop, her movements slowing but not ceasing as she eyed Tammy with a curious, almost competitive gleam. "Hey, Tammy. Here for the show, or…?"

Tammy let out a low chuckle, her faux drunk act dropping as she locked eyes with me. "I was just gonna have a little chat with Ryder, but this…" She gestured to us, her smile widening. "This looks like way more fun."

She moved closer, her hands already working on the buttons of her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. The act was slow, deliberate, designed to draw every eye in the room, and it worked. Tricia paused, her head cocked to the side as she watched Tammy's striptease with a mix of intrigue and excitement.

Tammy straddled the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts before tugging them down, revealing a lacy thong that left little to the imagination. She crawled forward, positioning herself beside Tricia, her lips hovering close to mine as she took a moment to admire my handiwork. She grazed a thumb across Tricia's bare arse, smearing my cum on it, and she then sucked, moaning at the taste.

"Looks like you two are having all the fun," she whispered, her breath hot against my cheek. "Mind if I join?"

Tricia pulled back slightly, her lips still glistening with the remnants of our last round. "Only if you can keep up," she challenged, her tone playful but laced with an edge of possessiveness.

Tammy smirked, accepting the unspoken dare. She positioned herself beside Tricia, reaching down to run her fingers along my length, her touch featherlight and teasing. The contrast between the two girls—Tricia's youthful eagerness and Tammy's practiced seduction—sent a thrill coursing through me, despite the drowned out rational part of my mind telling me not to fuck this agent.

Yet I didn't respond with words. Instead, I pulled Tammy closer, my mouth capturing hers in a hungry, messy kiss. She tasted like cheap alcohol and sweet deceit, and I couldn't get enough. Tricia watched us, her eyes wide with fascination, before joining in, her hands exploring both Tammy and me, adding to the tangled mess of limbs and desire.

The three of us moved together, a blur of tongues, hands, and heat. Tammy's lips found my neck, biting and sucking in a way that was more marking territory than affection, while Tricia's grip on me tightened, her movements growing more frenzied. I couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began; all I knew was the rush of pleasure that surged through me with every touch, every gasp.

It was wild, reckless, and thoroughly fucked up, but in that moment, I didn't care. Tammy's laugh, Tricia's moans, the mix of pain and pleasure—it all melded into a chaotic symphony that drowned out the world.

As Tricia lowered herself back onto my cock, Tammy slid down, pressing her lips to Tricia's, their kiss deep and unrestrained. The two girls devoured each other, and I felt Tammy's hand guiding me, in either her mouth or Tricia's arse, ensuring every inch of me was taken, every thrust deep and thorough. Tricia's back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Tammy's touch roamed over her body, and I felt the weight of their combined heat pull me deeper into a state of pure, unadulterated abandon.

I was lost, caught between them, my body moving on instinct, driven by a primal need that overshadowed every other thought. It was everything and nothing at once, a descent into deviancy that I couldn't pull myself out of.

This was bad. So bad. But Tammy's mischievous smile and Tricia's breathless cries blurred the lines of what was right and wrong.

Tricia's puckered arsehole hung on the edge of my bed as she snuggled herself into my pillow, be it onslaught of oral and anal she was on the edge of Morpheus realm.

Though that left me with the secret agent, beyond oral she was trying her hardest not to get plugged by myself.

"Well Ryder, this was certainly an experian-" I rushed forward, before she could even blink, I was holding her arms over head, my grip on her wrist holding her aloft, her perky breast jiggled as she blinked in confusion for a moment, the hateful look my face throwing off her kilter for a moment, before she smirked, "Ah so you know." She stated simply, and in a surprise move, her bare legs wrapped around my waist, my cock lining up to her lower lips, the contact caused them to kiss.

"Well, if you gotta kill me," She let out a resigned sigh at being caught in her act, "do me a favour and fuck me." She said easily enough.

"The fuck?"

She rolled her eyes, "Look I've been undercover for ages now, you try dealing with the small dicked-one-pump teenagers?" She then attempted to shrug her shoulders, "Plus the file we have on you states your easily swayed by a fuck." She finished with a smirk that I wanted to wipe off.

"You know I don't really like you all that much." The promise of rough, hateful sex lingered in the air, and she shivered in delight at the thought.

"Fuck me, you fucking monster!" She growled.

And with a lack of restraint that I showed Tricia, I buried my entire length into her slick pussy, hammering away, hatefully, anger clear in my movements, and she matched it evenly, the roll of her hips, showed experience that Tricia clearly lacked, but Tammy was didn't shy away from clawing and biting.

We ended up on my bed next to the coma fucked Tricia, as Tammy rode me like horse, yet I proved her right, as when I pumped my deactivated seed in her for the third time that night, she than swiftly reached for her clothing and stuck me with an injection.

"Oh, you cunt…" Tammy leaned down a smirk on her lips, bringing me into a searing hatful kiss, my cock still firmly in her tight twat, my seed seeping out of her.

"See you around, handsome," Tammy whispered, her voice dripping with mock affection as she pulled away, leaving me to slump back against the pillows. My cock was still buried inside her, my seed seeping out as she slipped off, leaving me dazed and utterly spent. The last thing I saw was Tammy's manic grin, the look of someone who'd just won a game no one else knew they were playing.

Whatever she injected me with hit me hard, dragging me down into a foggy, almost drunken state. For the first time in a long while, I felt something close to a hangover, a sluggish, heavy feeling that made me too numb to care. I rolled over, letting exhaustion take hold as I pulled Tricia's warm, sleeping body close. It was easier to stay like this, tangled in a mess of poor decisions and reckless desire, than to face the reality of what just happened.

The shed door creaked again, and for a split second, I thought it was Tammy returning to gloat, but it was Summer. She took one look at the naked, cum-coated form of her best friend, her eyes widening in shock before she promptly turned on her heel and walked straight out without a word.

Yeah, it was gonna be one of those mornings.


A/N - Published - 2024/09/18

Yo, thanks as usual for all the support shown to this story.

Ryder is very much a reactivate person, his plan was initially let Tammy play her cards and he'd deal with it as he saw fit, and in the end she pretty much did that, only in a way he didn't see coming, which lead to being blindsided by his own din-dong taking control.