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


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    told me she’d be alone all weekend. “Momma is taking Monroe to Lafayette and Baton Rouge to look at the colleges there. They’re leaving early Friday afternoon. I’m kind of afraid to be all alone.” “You won’t be alone, Cinda. I’ll come and stay with you if that’s okay with your mother.” It was okay--in fact Cinda’s mom was thrilled. We planned to study hard for another math test during the day and Cinda confided in me that she hoped we would make love every night. That’s what I was praying for, too. “I wish we had some kind of gun, Ty. It can be dangerous here sometimes. We get drunks on the lane pissing and worse. Momma has a pistol, but she always takes it with her.” “I don’t have a gun, Cinda, but I have something just as good. I’ll bring them when I come Friday afternoon. I’ll show you then, okay? Just don’t touch—they’re razor sharp. I’ll explain everything on Friday.” Cinda nodded and smiled then she kissed me. We kissed often and I still found her body as enticing as ever—probably even more. I was looking forward to holding her soft smooth skin against mine all night. I had a secret—one neither my mom nor her parents knew about. Dad had taken me to play ball beginning in fourth grade and some of the places we went to were dangerous. He wanted to know that I could defend myself so he took me for karate lessons once a week. My mom was against any kind of fighting so we kept the lessons a secret. Dad told her we were going to play ball, but instead we went to a dojo in ...
    the next town. My sensei—instructor—had done a great job with me and had given me a gift when I left for Louisiana—a set of throwing stars. In the dark they’d be just as effective as a gun, maybe more so. I had packed a backpack for the weekend over the strenuous objections of my grandfather. He called me every name in the book and what he said about Cinda was even worse. I was disappointed that my mother sat by silently during his tirades even though I could see that she disagreed. I had retreated to my room to study and was deep into my Spanish studies when she knocked. “I put a little something into the pocket of your backpack, Ty. Be sure to use them.” She kissed my cheek and left. I was surprised to see a dozen Durex condoms there. I guessed that Mom approved of Cinda even if Grandpa didn’t. I got off the bus with Cinda on Friday afternoon. She took my backpack, the one I always took to school, and walked home after kissing me goodbye. I hustled down the road to my grandparents’ house. I walked in, changed my clothes, kissed my mother and returned on my bike to Cinda’s, my spare backpack securely attached to my bike rack. I was there less than forty minutes later. I walked in; Cinda stood there in a lacy bra and panties. They were pink and clung to her body like a second skin. I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Cinda’s breasts weren’t huge, but they looked so appealing. “I knew you were a gentleman the first time I met you. Now I know it for sure. You’re the only guy around ...
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