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


    Date: 12/12/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    shook my hand as soon as we walked through the doors. He gave me a sleeveless gold nylon jersey and purple shorts, a jock and socks. I preferred to use my own sneakers for now. Once I was dressed he taped my ankles. I was putting on the two pairs of socks and sneakers when he asked, “What number do you want, Ty?” “Is twenty-four available?” “Oh, a Kobe Bryant fan, eh?” “Uh…more Bill Bradley; I love the way he played—his all-around game was incredible.” “You’ll be pleased to know it is. Not many kids your age even know about Bradley. He was just incredible at Princeton and he helped the Knicks to their only two championships. He made all his teammates better. That’s a good choice.” He sent me out to the court where Cinda awaited me with one final comment, “I put a rack of balls out there for you.” I thanked him and jogged onto the court, kissing Cinda quickly before moving to the ball rack a few seconds later. Unknown to me Coach Beamon and one of the other assistants walked en route to a small filming room high above the court. “Which one is the good ball?” “The fourth on top, why?” “He’ll never find it. Twenty says he just takes the first one he picks up.” Ty Beamon grinned. “That’s a bet.” They shook on it just as they entered the room. “Leave the lights off, okay? I don’t want him to know we’re here just yet.” “Who’s the girl?” “That’s his wife—Lucinda Oates Feldner. She attended the high school where I coached along with her brother, Monroe. He’s here on a football ...
    scholarship. He played for me—three year starter, but he’s not even close to being in Ty’s class.” They watched silently as I checked out the balls. I dropped the first one from chest height; it bounced almost as high. I replaced it in the rack. The second was better, but bounced off a bit to the side. It was out of balance. I checked every ball in the rack and I was surprised that only one was any good. I picked up the fourth one I had checked and began to warm up dribbling with alternating hands as I jogged around the gym. Ty Beamon held out his hand. “Pay me!” He laughed as a crisp twenty found its way into his fingers. I had just finished my first lap and began to jog faster, dribbling behind my back as I ran. This was a real test of my ambidextrous abilities. My third lap I went between my legs and the fourth I alternated behind my back with between my legs. I was sprinting before I was half-way done. “That was incredible, Ty!” Cinda hugged me tightly. “How’d you ever learn to do that?” “By starting really slowly and then increasing speed; trust me—I messed up plenty before I finally figured it out. Okay…ready to feed me?” Cinda moved under the basket. I pointed my arm and she passed the ball to me in that direction. I ran to it just beyond the three-point line, caught it in my right hand, pivoted back to the left with a quick dribble then behind my back to the right before jumping high for a shot right-handed. Cinda retrieved it once it had passed through the net and bounced ...
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