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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Milk run in the SF-1 match
- Theme: That day dad went to get milk
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Kyle’s Milk Run
Kyle was with Maya when she got knocked up. Those two were off and on. They'd stay together for a while until one day they had a big fight and Kyle fucked off for good. At least until the next time Kyle took her back. They fought all the time. He was convinced she was fucking all of us. She was, but Kyle never had enough of a spine to stop any of us. Maya was an insatiable little twat, my spicy Latina whore. Back in the day she was an absolute smoke show. Skinny with great tits and the perkiest nips, and I loved how she used to shave her pussy into a little heart. She loved the way I made her scream and made her tell me who had her heart. We’d crack jokes about ‘having her heart’ in front of Kyle. Boy, that pissed that little bitch off.
I left for a new job across the country before any of us knew she was pregnant. I stayed in touch as best I could, but shit happens, ya know? Hell, I even had a little fun with Maya at my going away party. She was pretty in her sundress and pretty fucked up with a bunch of booze, weed, and coke. I was buzzed, but she was FUBAR. Fuck, I don’t know if she even knew it was me. Not that I cared. Lying in front of me was the hottest chica and I wasn’t passing up a chance to fuck Maya. Sure, she cried and tried to push me off at first, but she gave in. Her voice said “No, don’t, stop!” but that pussy said “no, don’t stop!” Her sundress was bunched up around her tight tummy while I sucked on her perfect little titties. Pretty soon, she shook under me as she came on my cock. Not long after that, I filled that cunt good.
We banged one more time before I left, which I think she did just to piss off Kyle. To quote the great Humpty Hump, “I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.” Yeah, she had it her way.
So imagine my surprise when I’m out walking about 11 years later and run into Maya working just down the street from me. She looked just as smoking hot as she did back in the day. We grabbed some coffee and she caught me up with what happened after I left town.
A couple weeks after I left, she felt like shit. Long story short, she was pregnant. She figured at first it was Kyle’s, and he insisted on getting married. Maya only went along because he had a good job with good insurance. I heard she was pregnant but never knew the timing, and I couldn’t return at the time, for, well, let’s just say it was in my best interest not to return home for a period of at least 4 years, which just happened to match with statute of limitations for some things I may or may not have participated in. Anyways, Kyle gets his panties in a twist trying to be the perfect husband and father, but he was about as exciting as watching paint dry and was always mad about something. Maya finally got her shit together and got her degree. You’d think Kyle would be thrilled about more money, but he was pissed as fuck that she wouldn’t need him as much. He even tried to knock her up again, but that blew up in his face when she found out he was fucking with her birth control and poking holes in the condoms. The shit really hit the fan when he went in for his physical and discovered he was sterile.
The last time Mateo saw the man who he thought was his dad, Kyle said he was going out to get milk. He never came home. Eventually he was found in a ditch about 50 miles from where they lived. No one was sure what happened or how Kyle ended up there, but it took months until they found his remains.
After that Maya played internet stalker and tracked me down out here. Not gonna lie, I didn’t make it easy for her. I went by a different name, changed my look, became all responsible and shit. She moved here with her son a few months ago and tried looking me up, but I avoid social media like the plague. I asked her if she wanted to grab some dinner, and she made some joke about finding a Burger King. She’d have to make sure Mateo was okay with her dating again. That’s when she dropped a fucking nuke on my head.
Maya showed me a picture of Mateo. That fucker was me when I was 11. Well, if I was half beaner. I must’ve sat there for a couple minutes not saying anything, just staring at that photo. She eventually got me out of my stupor with a little peck on the cheek and grabbing my hand. I immediately tried to figure out what the fuck I was going to do, when she said that we should take it slow. I guess that meant banging on the second date instead of the first.
It’s been a few years since then, and Maya broke my ass. I’m now a married suburban husband with a bit of a beer belly and a couple kids. It’s a life I never thought I’d want, and I sure wouldn’t have it if Kyle hadn’t been a bitch and gone out for milk that day.
