Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1

... to my touch. Cinda groaned into my mouth as her body pressed into mine. I knew now that I was glad to be in Louisiana even if that meant having to live with my grandparents. To be fair my grandma was nice to me, but she was completely cowed by her husband. She never argued or stood up for herself—not even once! Cinda broke the kiss and looked up. “Let’s go to bed, Ty then we can unpack your stuff and maybe even study a bit before dinner. I gulped several times before allowing her to lead me to her bedroom. I’d been in Cinda’s room before, but never under these circumstances. I dropped my backpack on the floor as Cinda’s fingers snaked their way under my shirt. A second later it was on the floor. Her hands ran up, down, and all over my chest and back. She kissed me again, her tongue dancing with mine as her hands found my belt and opened my shorts. My boxers were next. Her hands felt my growing cock and heavy balls. My cock was soon its full six and a half thick inches; it ached for Cinda. “I’ve never...,” I whispered. “Me neither, but somehow I think we’ll figure it out. You are a genius, after all.” I reached down to open the pocket in my backpack. “Look what my mom bought.” Cinda laughed then turned to her dresser. It was old and beat-up, nothing like mine. She opened the top drawer and showed me another box, also condoms. “So did mine!” I looked at her and a second later we both laughed then she held her box out to me, her eyes inviting me. She moved back, her hand out ...

... to mine. We fell together onto the narrow bed. I found her lips; we shared what I thought was the kiss of a lifetime. My entire world was defined by that kiss—those soft plump lips, that demanding tongue. Her hands led mine first to her breasts and finally to her hot wet pussy. Her hair was curly and soft but trimmed neatly into a triangle. She led me to her warmth—to her oozing tunnel. I couldn’t believe she was so wet or so tight—there was barely room for my single finger. I wondered if my organ would even fit. Of course, I’d seen internet porn so I understood that pussies became wet and I understood why, but experiencing it up close and personal was something different—something new and wonderful. My fingers explored her and soon they, too, were covered in her juice. While I explored Cinda she was exploring me, running her hand over my cock and around my balls. I couldn’t ever recall my cock being harder or bigger. I looked again into Cinda’s eyes. She looked into mine then she pulled me into another long searing kiss. It went on and on. There was no one—no one but us. We were lost in each other until Cinda pulled back to show me her hand and the condom it held. She rolled me onto my back, opened the foil wrapper and rolled it onto me. “Lots of practice—on a cucumber; it’s much more fun putting it on you.” She rose up onto her knees. I watched amazed as she rubbed the tip into her slit then slowly sunk. “I know it’s going to hurt, Ty. Please help me. I’m such a coward ...