Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5

... need some room to take care of Ty.” She pointed to the foot of the bed. Cinda stood where Fred had lain, bending at the waist. She took my cock into her mouth, licking around the head and up and down the sensitive underside of my shaft. Standing suddenly, she maintained her grip on my organ. “Keep perfectly still.” Cinda turned her head so it was perpendicular to mine. Her plump moist lips found mine and her tongue was into my mouth seconds later. I wanted nothing more than to hold her and mash my lips into hers, but I knew she was right. I kept my hands down until Cinda had finished the kiss. “Know who I’m reminded of? Beauty and the Beast! “Which one are you?” She gave me that look again—the one that said, “Duh!” “That bad, huh?” “Yes, but I still love you and I know it’s only temporary unlike this.” She fingered my cock, grinned like a lunatic, and returned her mouth to my organ. It disappeared a few seconds later. Up and down she went while her tongue worked me over. I’d always been unable to resist her mouth and today was no exception. I felt it coming and, apparently, so did Cinda. She locked her lips around the shaft as I came and came and came, venting the frustrations I’d felt over the last day and a half. She sucked me dry, kissed the tip and returned her lips to my mouth. “Okay…time for your nap. I’ll put Fred out and come back in an hour.” She kissed my forehead lightly and signaled Fred to follow. I fell asleep a few minutes later. The painkillers made me ...

... incredibly woozy. I woke up about an hour later to find Cinda sitting next to me on the bed. “You know, I just realized that there’s nothing to stop us from making love.” “Oh no—I’m not taking a chance on hurting you. I know how you get.” “Suppose I promise to keep my head still and resting securely on the pillow?” I could see Cinda thinking. “You could rest your hands on the headboard. That way you’d never have to worry about my face.” She laughed. “I see you have this all figured out. You were supposed to sleep.” “I was sleeping. I did this before...when you were taking care of me. So…” “So…right now you need to ice your face. Then maybe we’ll talk about it.” I gave her my “puppy dog” look and she laughed again. “That’s not going to work. Let me get the icepack.” She kissed my head and left, returning a few minutes later. I pressed the cloth around the pack into my face. The icepack was big—big enough to block out my eyes. I closed them and relaxed. I felt rather than saw Cinda return to her spot on the side of the bed. My hand reached out for her leg. All I felt was her skin as my hand moved up to her hip. I responded with a huge grin as I rubbed her thigh. Cinda took my hand and moved it to her breast. “Seems a shame to waste all this time, don’t you think?” “Yes, I do. I love you,” I told her as I massaged her and rubbed her hard wrinkled nipple. My hands are big, another thing I inherited from my dad. Stretching my fingers apart I was able to finger both of her nipples ...