Once upon a time a young lad grew up on a normal street in a normal town in a normal house. He spent his time playing video games, and hunting bugs. He grew up with here, her just a few years older.
Years go by. Teen romances come and go. Their friendship remains.
One day, after a party, he retired to his bedroom. She followed him. He stripped to his underwear and slipped under the covers. She entered his room. She slipped in under the cover of darkness and inebriation. She slid into bed next to him, unclothed. He welcomed her touch, he welcomed anything that night.
She whispered her love to him as she took his cock into her hands. He moaned and his body responded. He heard the voice and loved her back. His hands found her mound. He slid his finger down between her folds, wetting himself on her juices. He slid his finger up and down finding her clit and flicking slightly in between longer strokes.
Her hand deftly moved across his shaft. Using his precum, she tugged and pulled gently letting him feel her strength, but friendliness. Satisifed, she climbed on top of him, and slid him into her. His hands found her breasts, her hips, ever moving. She writhed back and forth on him. His cock filled her with her every desire. Her pussy wrapped around his cock making him whole.
He grasped her hips and pulled and pushed faster, forcing her to his thrusting rhythm. Her moans became louder, and she threw a hand over her mouth to stifle them. HE pumped into and out of her, into and out of her, over and over until he could pump no more. He held still deep inside her still, moving her with his hands forcing her to his will, despite her insistence otherwise. as her final moans became those of completion, he emptied himself into her, filling her with shot after shot of cum.
She collapsed on him, he still pumping into her, and her still throbbing on his cock. She rolled off, and grasped him.
They kiss.
They kiss again deeper.
He leans into her ear and whispers:
“Thank you, cousin. I couldn’t think of a better way to end the evening.”
She got off the bed, went to the rest room, and he closed his eyes.
The next morning he woke up, and never were the event of the night before spoken of again.
Thus ends the night in which he was taken advantage of.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6m531a/mf_in_which_he_was_taken_advantage_of
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