1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5


    Date: 9/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.5, Source: sexstories.com

    I couldn’t help myself; I laughed like crazy, but I did as requested, spearing my delectable wife in her hot tight pussy. “I love you, Ty. You’re just wonderful, know that?” “No, but I do enjoy hearing you say it. However, that comes in a very distant second right now to what you’re doing to me. No wonder I always want to make love with you.” Cinda giggled then squeezed my cock with those powerful vaginal muscles. I moaned in response so she did it again and again. I drove into her as hard as I could for several minutes before reaching down between us to rub and pinch her clit. I could feel the tremors running through her body as she came explosively. That was all it took for me—my cock felt like a machine gun so rapidly did I spew ropes of semen into her precious vault. I could have stayed there for another ten minutes, but the water suddenly turned cold. I turned it off and carried my love out so I could dry her. Grandma must have gotten out of bed at four. She had our breakfast ready for us at five, refusing our offers to clean up the dishes and kitchen. “Don’t be silly, Cinda—I have all day. It will probably take that long for the water to get hot.” I gulped in embarrassment, but Grandma just laughed. Five minutes later we were away. It was mid-afternoon the following day when Cinda drove the truck into the farm. As happy as we were to be home, Fred was even happier. He licked Cinda’s hand as his tail wagged wildly. We visited with Mom and Dad for more than an hour, ...
    telling all about our trip and about Momma, Monroe, and Grandma. Mom invited us to dinner and we were glad to accept. We were both too tired to cook. Mom excused us shortly after dinner, but making us promise to come back again the following night by promising me pot roast—my second favorite after her fried chicken, what my bastard grandfather had referred to as “nigger food.” As much as I loved Grandma I didn’t miss him a bit. I was sure he was securely ensconced in the bowels of hell. While we were there I asked if they would accompany us to Louisiana again later in the summer so I could visit LSU. I couldn’t begin to guess how many colleges had expressed an interest in me. Getting letters from coaches was exciting when I was in sixth grade, but by eighth it was tedious. I never paid too much attention, thinking I’d probably go to Indiana. Now with Cinda as my wife I had another idea. We agreed to go the first week in August. I’d phone Monroe so he could make the necessary arrangements. We slept in the following day, getting out of bed primarily to pee and shower. We skipped breakfast, choosing instead to put Fred out into the back yard while enjoying some freshly squeezed orange juice using fruit we’d bought in Florida. We weren’t surprised to see Holly run into our yard. She loved to play with Fred. Cinda called her over to us, giving her a big trash bag with a bow on it. She almost fainted when she saw the huge Minnie Mouse doll inside. She loved Minnie. Cinda and I had taken ...
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