1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.5, Source: sexstories.com

    that sentence; her mouth covered mine with a long passionate and wet kiss. It seemed to last forever and when she broke it my rock hard cock was buried within her. “I know you’re hurting terribly, Ty. This is why I’m here. I’m here to help you. We’ll get through this together. I know it will be hard, but together we’ll manage.” She leaned down to kiss me as she rode my cock for almost ten minutes. I was suffering, but I learned that I still had biological needs. I blew into Cinda, coating her sensitive vaginal walls with my seed. She relaxed on my chest when I was done. “I love you, Ty. You’ve helped me so much. Now it’s my turn to help you.” She kissed me then closed my eyes with her hand and we found peace; the chance for a quick nap. Cinda and I walked into the main office first thing Monday morning. I didn’t say anything. I just handed the note to Mrs. Roscoe. She read it quickly before saying, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Ty. When will you be back from Louisiana?” “We should be back by Sunday so Cinda and I will be back in school next Monday.” There were other kids in the office so by third period everyone knew that my grandmother had passed away. Almost everyone was sympathetic. Coach told me that Friday’s game was meaningless. We’d run through the League Tournament with or without the win. Then he prepared us for Tuesday’s opponent. We’d had some difficulty with this team and their fans in the past, but today was the worst. No sooner had I walked onto the court than several ...
    of their fans began chanting, “Grandma…Grandma.” I was livid. I knew how to make them pay. We were walking out to the opening tip when I called my teammates together. “Listen, guys—get me the ball and get out of my fucking way.” One of the new starters began to object, but Kenny stifled that in a second. “You can call the shots when you make All-America. Until then, shut up and do what you’re told.” I almost always handled the jump ball—I could jump much higher than anyone else on the team. It was almost funny watching me out jump players who were four to five inches taller. I tipped the ball to Kenny who passed it back to me a few seconds later. I dribbled up court, unsurprised when two guards tried to stop me. I dribbled right, spun around back to my left and through the double-team to the basket. A quick leap led to a dunk and a foul on their too-slow big man. I was on fire. I couldn’t miss, but I took care of my teammates, too. We led 31-17 at the quarter; I had 21 points on eight for nine shooting, four foul shots, and seven rebounds. I was just getting started. We led at the half 63-36. I had 46 points and 16 rebounds. Coach wanted to take me out, but I refused. “I owe those assholes, Coach. They disrespected my grandmother and they’re going to pay.” Sometimes a player might have a good half, but lose it when play began again—not so today for me. I couldn’t miss and I didn’t. I began to take long three pointers to conserve energy. I had 78 of our 97 at the end of the ...
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