1. Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 2


    Date: 11/1/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    my cock pulsing with desire. The head was swollen and reddish purple, the arteries bulging with every beat of my heart. Cinda’s lips moved up and down the entire length, covering my cock with kisses as her tongue teased my shaft. My hand found her short black hair and I tapped her head until she looked up again. I twirled my finger in a circle and was rewarded by Cinda’s grin as she swiveled around until her legs straddled my head, her pussy covered with tiny droplets of her juice just inches from my mouth. I began by inhaling. I’d read that girls had a special smell, a sweet aroma. It was one of the few things that turned out to be actually true. Dear God, Cinda’s aroma was intoxicating. I kissed her thighs; they must have been the softest part of her wonderful soft body. I moved slowly up to her sex, licking her labia first before probing her tunnel with my tongue. It was a voyage of beautiful discovery. I found that she tasted sweeter than the finest chocolate. I knew then that I’d do this again and again as long as she would allow. Cinda had licked and sucked me with the obvious result. I felt my balls contract and the familiar churning. “Cinda! I’m…oh God…oh God…oh God, Cinda!” I was beat, but I owed her-big time! I reached up to suck her clit. I couldn’t believe how quickly or how hard she came. My face was covered with her juice. I pulled her to me with the little energy I had remaining. I was almost asleep when I jolted awake. “What’s the matter, darling?” “You ...
    swallowed. You swallowed…everything!” “Of course! You don’t think I’d waste a tasty treasure, do you?” I laughed and hugged her even closer. I fell into as deep a sleep as I’d experienced in ages. I’d always been a light sleeper. Back in Indiana the walking of the hands across the yard or movements of my dog Fred would wake me. I’d go back to sleep almost immediately, but not tonight. I heard a “CLUNK” and I knew there was trouble. Someone was trying to get into the house. I was awake in an instant; my hand over Cinda’s mouth as I woke her. “I think someone’s in the house,” I whispered. “Roll off the bed and stay there until I come back for you.” “Please be careful, Ty.” I gave her a quick peck as I reached down to my sneaker, coming up with my stack of throwing stars. I snuck out of the room keeping low and in the shadows. I was almost to the kitchen when I saw his silhouette against the moonlight. He was in the window and leaning toward the door, I assumed in an effort to open it. He fell into a heap, making what I thought was a racket—awfully clumsy for a burglar, I thought. I could see his scraggly long hair and hooked nose in profile when he rose. That wasn’t all I saw. The glint of steel told me he was armed with a pistol. I realized in an instant that this was no burglar. “STOP WHERE YOU ARE,” I shouted even as I ducked behind an upholstered chair. He turned quickly and raised the gun. I acted more from instinct instilled by my years of training than anything else. Two stars ...