1. Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 4


    Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    to move together. We knew each other well by now, the result of coupling several times a day whenever possible. My hands roamed from her shoulders to her butt as I thrust upwards to lift Cinda, her body skewered onto my cock. Her eyes betrayed her desire, her yearning to be one with me. On and on we went until the inevitable—Cinda shook wildly, completely losing control of her body to her orgasm. She was almost down when I erupted within her, semen pouring from her cunt. “God, woman—the things you do to me! I hope you want to sleep now; I don’t think I could do anything else.” Cinda snuggled into my body and acted as my blanket once again. We prepared to move in the following morning, first buying a queen-sized air bed, sheets, blankets and pillows. We checked out of the Maple Tree, transporting everything to the house. Mom joined us that afternoon as we shopped for a bedroom set. We found a store in Indianapolis that bragged about having everything in stock. We also bought a leather sofa, and two contrasting chairs along with some end tables, arranging for delivery on Friday afternoon. Next was a lighting store where we bought four lamps—two for our living room and two for the bedroom. We finished up at Office Depot for two desks and chairs I’d have to put together. We were home by five, turning down Mom’s invitation for dinner. We went to IHOP for waffles and then to Home Depot to buy some tools and a new gas grill, a Weber like the one my parents had. I spent a good part ...
    of Wednesday with Cinda putting everything together. Dan Shulman had ordered cable and internet. That was done on Thursday so Cinda and I shopped for some TV’s. Our new home began to take shape by the weekend when Mom took Cinda and Mandy shopping. Her SUV was filled when they returned in the late afternoon. “You’re all coming to dinner tonight,” she told Kenny and me. “Your dad’s taking us all out to Olive Garden.” Kenny and Mandy called their folks and we were in the truck en route to the farm thirty minutes later. Fred was understandably eager to see us. We had a surprise for him when we returned from dinner. Dinner was typical Olive Garden—lots of salad and breadsticks along with basically okay food. The entire experience was made by the company. It was Cinda’s first time. She had rarely eaten out—Momma just couldn’t afford it. She and I had eaten in restaurants nightly, but that would end soon. We had to learn to cook for ourselves. I already knew how to grill, having done hot dogs and burgers probably hundreds of times and steaks dozens. I drove back to my parents’ home where I loaded the truck bed with Fred’s food, bowls, leash, toys, and bed. Cinda and I hugged my parents and walked to the truck. We were halfway there when Cinda called Fred. He ran to her, climbing up into the backseat. Cinda and I waved to my parents as I drove down the driveway. Ten minutes later we were at our house. I gripped Fred’s collar as I walked to the door. Cinda took him in while I brought ...
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