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


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    listen. Two weeks later, after I’d made friends with all the kids at the park I was taken into town to buy my uniform. “You don’t get it, Mom. I don’t want to go to this school. I won’t do it.” “Don’t be juvenile, Ty. You’ll make new friends.” “What you mean, Mom is that I’ll make new ‘white’ friends. You’re getting to be as bad as Grandpa. Did you know that people around here think he’s the biggest racist in the parish?” “He’s not, Ty. You’ll understand that once you know him better.” “Mom, I don’t want to know him better. You need to open your eyes and ears. He uses the N-word all the time—the same word you absolute forbade me to use…ever. I’ve never used that word and I never will.” I stopped my arguing as we entered the store, but I did tell my mother that buying these uniforms was a waste of money. I was all dressed up in my blue blazer complete with the school emblem and tie the following Monday—the third week in August, for crying out loud--when Mom drove me to school. I kissed her good-bye and walked dutifully into the school building. I was supposed to report to the office, but I kept walking…right out the back door. I continued to the lane behind the school where I turned right and walked slowly to the park. I sat there glumly on the bench until three in the afternoon when I walked down the road toward my grandparents’ home. I stopped along the way to watch the school bus stop up ahead. Monroe and Cinda exited as I walked up. Monroe saw me and pointed to me before ...
    moving on to his home; Cinda waited. She extended her hand and I was surprised when I took it. “Why aren’t you in school, Ty?” “I didn’t go. I hate the idea of that private school. I hate what my grandfather is.” “I know, Ty. You’re just about the best person I know. I doubt you have a prejudiced bone in your body. Why don’t you come up the lane with me? I’ll bet my momma has some cold milk and cookies we can share. C’mon.” She held my hand as we walked up the road. Cinda was right; I was welcomed into their house. It was nothing compared to where I was living. It was old and rundown, but it was more welcoming by far. I could tell how much Cinda’s momma loved her children. Between bites I looked at Cinda’s textbooks. They were the same I had seen some of the eleventh graders use last year in Indiana. Reluctantly, I left around five, Cinda walking me to the corner. “Bye, Ty—I hope you don’t get into too much trouble.” She reached up and kissed my cheek. I was shocked. I looked down and my head moved forward. Our lips touched. I felt the surge of electricity between us. Cinda noticed it, too. She smiled and turned away. Her gaze returned to me a few steps later. She blew me a kiss and returned home. Well…the shit really hit the fan when I got back to my grandparents’ home. “Where were you, Ty? The school called and told us you weren’t there.” Mom was yelling, something she had only done with my father, and grandpa was glaring at me. “I told you that I don’t want to go to that ...
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