Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... are. I spoke with your parents, Ty. They’re not very happy, but I think they do understand. They have put you through a lot over the last few months. I didn’t say anything about you and Cinda. I thought you’d like to do that yourself.” I took Cinda’s bag to my room and we sat with Grandma to watch TV. Later she brought out Cokes and some cookies. We thanked her and cleaned up the mess, retiring to my room around ten. “This is some room, Ty. I remember it from when you were injured. Can I see your scar? Dear God, I remember all those bandages around your head. I was so worried about you.” “I doubt anything like that will ever happen again, Cinda. I’m planning on growing very old with you. Now, let’s plan our day tomorrow.” We talked together quietly and I made some notes before we walked together into the shower. “I don’t remember this, Ty. It’s a wonderful shower.” I leaned down to kiss her. “An old bucket would be wonderful if you were in it with me.” I turned the water on and soon we luxuriated in the hot spray. I ran the soap all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass. I thought Cinda’s body was perfect, but her ass was clearly spectacular. Her skin was so smooth, but tight over her muscular cheeks. My finger in her crack caused her to fall helplessly into my arms, exactly as I had planned. I finished by washing my body then we were done. The bed was exactly as I recalled—a double with fluffy pillows and a light comforter, just enough in the ...

... climate controlled environment. I pulled Cinda to me with a laugh. She kissed me then whispered, “Won’t your grandmother hear us?” “Maybe, but I already explained that we would make love. I wouldn’t stay here with her if we couldn’t. She gave me the okay so….” “So….” She never finished—her mouth was over mine, her plump lips pressing against mine, her tongue seeking and finding mine. Her hands gripped my head, carefully avoiding the area of my scar even though it had healed completely more than a month ago. She was crying when I opened my eyes. “Cinda! What…?” “You’re so sweet, Ty. Do you know that? You also know nothing about women. I was crying because I’m so happy, so thrilled to be with you again. I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happened today, but thank you for being so concerned…so caring. I think I should just be quiet so we can make love. There’s nothing I love more than having you within me.” I rolled onto my back and pulled a condom from the night table. Cinda placed it into her mouth and rolled it tightly down my shaft. A second later I was buried deep within her. I’d never tire of the feeling of her satin-smooth vise. Cinda moved, grinding her clit into me. I wasn’t an overly muscular guy, but I was in fantastic physical condition with probably less than five percent body fat. Karate and basketball had made me strong and flexible. I lifted Cinda’s body with every thrust, just as she forced her swollen bud into my abdominal muscles. The expression of euphoria ...