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

    looked at Monroe, shrugged my shoulders, and we left to return to our house. That night—actually it was around three in the morning—Roland Dupree—a dropout from LSU-- heard an insistent knock at his door. He lived in an off-campus apartment building in which the “apartments” were basic single rooms with a small kitchen and tiny bathroom. The management catered to students, but never really checked on the status of its renters. Roland found the building a good place to scout for new victims—unsuspecting women he could force his insatiable cock into. He had ignored the first few knocks, but they continued, even faster and louder. He was pissed as he opened the door, walking into a straight right that was reinforced by a band of two inch wide steel wrapped around his assailant’s fist. Roland, knocked cold by the blow, fell back into the room, banging his head on the tile floor. That was the least of his problems. Glenn had followed him from the student union and, as he had promised, his shadowing had been completely unnoticed. Closing the door, the attacker turned him over onto his chest, knelt on his neck then moved a short-handled three-pound sledge from his left hand to his right. The glove-clad left held Roland’s wrist as the sledge slowly but carefully broke every bone in his right hand, the heavy hammer smashing every knuckle into bony pulp. Roland’s left hand soon received the same treatment. Once he was done the attacker, who had entered the quiet apartment building ...
    completely unseen, took the homemade “brass knuckles” and the hammer, peeked out the door, and walked silently down the back stairs into the early morning. He drove his car to nearby Port Allen on the Mississippi where he threw the steel band and the sledge onto a barge that was loaded with scrap steel and was headed upriver the following morning. Scrap went up to the mills in Pittsburgh almost daily. Then he drove back to the dorm, snuck into his room, and fell quickly asleep. He had been totally undetected and revenge had been meted on the attempted rapist. It was a great night’s work. We had stayed in on Sunday morning, skipping church and planning on giving Cinda the time to regain her composure. Monroe and I were back at home from the student union when I phoned Coach Beamon; of course, he’d already heard the news on TV and read the front page of the newspaper. Home invasions weren’t an everyday occurrence luckily. Even luckier, there was no mention of the attempted rape. “Take tomorrow off, Ty. I’ll square it with the Dean. Don’t even worry about Tuesday’s game.” Damn! I’d completely forgotten about our opener. I thanked him on Cinda’s behalf, ending the call when the doorbell rang. Juanita answered it and a second later Momma walked in. Cinda broke down again, crying into her mother’s embrace. She stayed there for more than ten minutes before they sat and Cinda, once again, related the story from the moment she had entered the house until Fred had opened her attacker’s arm ...
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