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


    Date: 1/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    with a bemused smile a few aisles away then Everett, the guard I’d played against last year, approached the big guy. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea who that is?” “Yeah…some skinny white kid who’s gonna get his head handed to himself.” I closed the door and hopped onto the table. I was all set and on the court ten minutes later. Remembering my father’s advice I planned on letting my actions speak for me. We ran some offensive plays and some defensive drills. I worked mostly with the second unit until Coach Beamon blew his whistle and called us to one end of the court. “I want to see some one-on-one—offense and defense. Harden…Feldner come on out. I want to see five consecutive tries at both ‘O’ and D.’” I found myself facing off against the same player who had threatened to run me off the court. We shot foul shots to see who would go on offense first. I could tell that Harden’s shot was mediocre at best. I deliberately missed preferring to begin on defense. Starting at the top of the key, Harden had barely begun his first dribble when I made my move. The ball had just bounced when I flicked it away, stealing it cleanly while he stood there still expecting the ball to bounce back up into his hand. I gave it back to him and went back to defense. Twice more I stole the ball before he completed even a single dribble. Some of our teammates were beginning to laugh. He turned his back for next try, dribbling first to his right before pivoting back to his left ...
    thinking he’d be able to drive all the way to the basket. Unfortunately, I saw what he was about and stepped into his path just as he began the drive. He stumbled into me and fell onto my body. “That’s a foul,” he exclaimed. “Yeah, it was, but it was on you, Glenn. That was a charge.” He jumped up irate and stomped back to his starting position at the top of the key. This time he turned, faced me, and went up for a long jumper, the ball clanging off the front rim. I had the rebound before he had the time to react and follow the shot. Now it was my turn. I held the ball in my right hand before dribbling quickly right, reversing quickly with a behind-the-back dribble. I changed direction again going between my legs and when he crossed his legs to keep up with me I knew I had him. He fell to the floor when I changed direction again and dribbled by him for an uncontested layup. My next try was simpler—just a quick dribble right and a jumper I drilled cleanly through the net. Twice more I used simple quick dribble and shoot moves, shooting with both hands, and twice more I scored on him. He bodied up against me on my final try, thinking to out muscle me, but I’d dealt with that tactic before. I dribbled away from the basket and he let me go. I turned once I was about twenty-eight feet from the basket, jumped up and fired off a long jumper. It was a move and shot I’d practiced over and over during the summer. My form was perfect as I squared up to the basket and released the ball ...
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