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

    body dry. We ate breakfast, clothed this time, and walked the mile to her church, her hand in mine. I’d packed a white short-sleeved dress shirt and a tie expressly for this purpose. Not surprisingly I was the only white person there. I saw several of my friends from the park and school. We chatted outside for a while, but I was silent once I was in the building. Church was for praying, not idle chatter. I did sing all of the hymns and even accompanied Cinda for communion. We left about two hours later for the walk home. En route I had a call to my cell; it was Monroe telling me he and his mother would be home by 4:30. Cinda and I decided to forgo lunch. We climbed back into bed where we held each other for almost a half hour. We told each other how much we loved each other over and over, probably a thousand times, at least. We kissed and fondled each other and in the end neither of us could take any more. I rushed to roll a condom down my aching cock and plunged deep into Cinda who surprised me by grabbing her ankles and pulling them up onto my shoulders. There must have been something special about this position—Cinda groaned in rapture immediately with the very first thrust. She began to shake after only thirty seconds and her orgasm followed shortly thereafter. On and on it went until I was afraid I was hurting her. “Don’t stop, Ty. Please…please don’t stop. Oh God…don’t stop.” I fucked her even harder, so hard that I came almost immediately. Still I pumped her sweet ...
    pussy even though every thrust hurt my ultra-sensitive cock. Finally, with a sigh that sounded like air escaping from a balloon, Cinda fainted in my arms. I moved her legs down and eased out of her, lying by her side. Cinda’s hair hung in sweaty ribbons as I caressed her face and body. It was some ten minutes later that she roused, her eyes still glassy. I waited a few minutes until I could see she was lucid. “C’mon, we both need a shower and we have to clean up this bed.” I pulled her up and led her into the shower. Fifteen minutes later we were dry and dressed. Cinda changed her bed while I cleaned the tub and scrubbed the floor. We finished by emptying the kitchen trash. Even a cursory examination would reveal all the condoms we’d used, but we were both sure Momma and Monroe had known exactly what we’d do when I was given permission to stay over. I phoned my mom to tell her when I’d be home. Cinda and I were seated on the couch when her mom walked in. Monroe was excited to tell us about his college visits. He was a three sport star—football, basketball, and track—and was hoping for a scholarship. He was a solid B+ student, which I thought would help, too. We listened for twenty minutes when Cinda interrupted. “Momma, we had a break-in last night. Ty told me the man had a gun. He injured him with his stars.” I could see Momma’s confusion so I explained. I pulled the four remaining stars from my backpack and showed her the bloody star I had sealed in the plastic bag. I left that ...
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