Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E04

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

"Right-handed?"

Yes, but I'm ambidextrous. Everything I do righty I can also do lefty, including writing. I can dribble, pass, and even shoot with both hands."

"Knowing your dad I assume you play defense, too."

"I can testify to that, Coach. You should have seen Ty shut down Marquis at the park our first time playing together. Nobody wants to be guarded by Ty." Monroe, who had been silent through the entire interview, couldn't help but brag about my experiences at the park. He continued until I had to tell him to be quiet-he was embarrassing me.

Coach Beamon stood and walked around the desk. A huge smile shone on his coal black face. He was about the same height as I was-six feet two inches-and he was slender and muscular as though he was still playing daily. He gave me several sheets of exercises and told me to prepare for official practices to begin in mid-October. A handshake later I was en route to my homeroom.

I soon settled into a routine-up early for school, spend a few minutes with Cinda after school, dig into my homework before and after dinner then run through the exercises in the back yard until showering and bed. My first round of exams went very well. Unfortunately, Cinda was having trouble in math, I solved that problem by staying with her until dinner to work together on our math-studying and homework.

We studied together all weekend for our second test. I received another 100; Cinda had an 89. I was shocked when the teacher accused her of cheating. "Mr. Piersall," I interrupted, "I know for certain that Cinda knew the work. We studied together every day and all weekend, and I do mean ALL weekend. I quizzed her myself." He let the matter drop; Cinda squeezed my hand briefly before we continued the lesson.

Spending an hour or more with Cinda very day worked out in several ways-we got to know each other extremely well and I got to stay away from my grandfather who was becoming more and more belligerent and abusive toward me. couldn't count the number of times he'd told me to stay away from "that nigger bitch."I was convinced that he was involved somehow in my parents' divorce. I ignored virtually everything he said.

We had just finished up a difficult theorem one afternoon when Cinda told me she'd be alone all weekend. "Momma is taking Monroe to Lafayette and Baton Rouge to look at the colleges there. They're leaving early Friday afternoon. I'm kind of afraid to be all alone."

"You won't be alone, Cinda. I'll come and stay with you if that's okay with your mother." It was okay--in fact Cinda's mom was thrilled. We planned to study hard for another math test during the day and Cinda confided in me that she hoped we would make love every night. That's what I was praying for, too.

I wish we had some kind of gun, Ty. It can be dangerous here sometimes. We get drunks on the lane pissing and worse. Momma has a pistol, but she always takes it with her."

"I don't have a gun, Cinda, but I have something just as good. I'll bring them when I come Friday afternoon. I'll show you then, okay? Just don't touch-they're razor sharp. I'll explain everything on Friday." Cinda nodded and smiled then she kissed me. We kissed often and I still found her body as enticing as ever-probably even more, I was looking forward to holding her soft smooth skin against mine all night.

I had a secret-one neither my mom nor her parents knew about. Dad had taken me to play ball beginning in fourth grade and some of the places we went to were dangerous. He wanted to know that I could defend myself so he took me for karate lessons once a week. My mom was against any kind of fighting so we kept the lessons a secret. Dad told her we were going to play ball, but instead we went to a dojo in the next town. My sensei-instructor- had done a great job with me and had given me a gift when left for Louisiana a set of throwing stars. In the dark they'd be just as effective as a gun, maybe more so.

I had packed a backpack for the weekend over the strenuous objections of my grandfather. He called me every name in the book and what he said about Cinda was even worse. I was disappointed that my mother sat by silently during his tirades even though I could see that she disagreed. I had retreated to my room to study and was deep into my Spanish studies when she knocked. I put a little something into the pocket of your backpack, Ty. Be sure to use them." She kissed my cheek and left. I was surprised to see a dozen Durex condoms there. I guessed that Mom approved of Cinda even if Grandpa didn't.

I got off the bus with Cinda on Friday afternoon. She took my

backpack, the one I always took to school, and walked home after

kissing me goodbye. I hustled down the road to my grandparents'

house. I walked in, changed my clothes, kissed my mother and

returned on my bike to Cinda's, my spare backpack securely attached to my bike rack. I was there less than forty minutes later.

I walked in; Cinda stood there in a lacy bra and panties. They were pink and clung to her body like a second skin. I couldn't take my eyes from her. Cinda's breasts weren't huge, but they looked so appealing. "I knew you were a gentleman the first time I met you. Now I know it for sure. You're the only guy around here who wouldn't have grabbed my titties the first time you kissed me. Now I want you to touch and rub them." She walked right up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed those alluring tits into my chest.

"Think you can get my bra off?" nodded nervously as I leaned down for our first kiss of the weekend, but definitely not the last. My fingers found the clasp of her bra and, after a few feeble attempts, separated it from her body. She broke the kiss and stepped back to allow the garment to slip from her chest. I looked down, amazed by her beauty. Cinda was curvy where she was supposed to be curvy and flat where being sexy demanded it. She was even more incredible than I had ever dreamed.

My hands moved to cup her breasts; my thumbs finding her sensitive nipples. I could see them harden and swell in response to my touch. Cinda groaned into my mouth as her body pressed into mine, I knew now that I was glad to be in Louisiana even if that meant having to live with my grandparents. To be fair my grandma was nice to me, but she was completely cowed by her husband. She never argued or stood up for herself-not even once! Cinda broke the kiss and looked up. "Let's go to bed, Ty then we can unpack your stuff and maybe even study a bit before dinner. I gulped several times before allowing her to lead me to her bedroom.

I'd been in Cinda's room before, but never under these circumstances. I dropped my backpack on the floor as Cinda's fingers snaked their way under my shirt. A second later it was on the floor. Her hands ran up, down, and all over my chest and back. She kissed me again, her tongue dancing with mine as her hands found my belt and opened my shorts. My boxers were next. Her hands felt my growing cock and heavy balls. My cock was soon its full six and a half thick inches; it ached for Cinda.

"I've never....," I whispered.

"Me neither, but somehow I think we'll figure it out. You are a genius, after all."

I reached down to open the pocket in my backpack. "Look what my mom bought." Cinda laughed then turned to her dresser. It was old and beat-up, nothing like mine. She opened the top drawer and showed me another box, also condoms. "So did mine!" I looked at her and a second later we both laughed then she held her box out to me, her eyes inviting me. She moved back, her hand out to mine. We fell together onto the narrow bed. I found her lips, we shared what I thought was the kiss of a lifetime. My entire world was defined by that kiss-those soft plump lips, that demanding tongue.

Her hands led mine first to her breasts and finally to her hot wet pussy. Her hair was curly and soft but trimmed neatly into a triangle. She led me to her warmth to her oozing tunnel. I couldn't believe she was so wet or so tight-there was barely room for my single finger. I wondered if my organ would even fit. Of course, I'd seen Internet porn so understood that pussies became wet and I understood why, but experiencing it up close and personal was something different-something new and wonderful.

My fingers explored her and soon they, too, were covered in her juice. While I explored Cinda she was exploring me, running her hand over my cock and around my balls. I couldn't ever recall my cock being harder or bigger. I looked again into Cinda's eyes. She looked into mine then she pulled me into another long searing kiss. It went on and on. There was no one-no one but us. We were lost in each other until Cinda pulled back to show me her hand and the condom it held. She rolled me onto my back, opened the foil wrapper and rolled it onto me. "Lots of practice-on a cucumber, it's much more fun putting it on you." She rose up onto her knees. I watched amazed as she rubbed the tip into her slit then slowly sunk. "I know it's going to hurt, Ty. Please help me. I'm such a coward sometimes."

I watched, amazed, as my cock disappeared into her and even more amazed that she could stretch around me so easily. Holding her hips I drove up into her. Cinda cringed and I pulled her into my embrace. I stroked her curly hair and kissed her cheeks, wiping her tears from her face. "I love you, Cinda." I continued when she began to shake her head. "Yes...I do. I know hate when I see it so l think I know love when I see it, too. I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you."

Cinda began to laugh into my chest. Raising her head she grinned. "I'm not." She began to move on me. Oh God, the sensations in my cock were incredible. I knew I wouldn't last long. There was no privacy in my grandparents' home. My room was right next to the living room. I could only masturbate late at night when everyone else was asleep. Even then I had to be careful-my grandmother did the laundry. She'd already told me several times about what the Bible said about sins of the flesh. It was a wonder my mother wasn't completely fucked up between the two of them.

drove into Cinda and then it happened. I couldn't help myself I blew with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Six times I lifted Cinda off the bed. Six times long thick ropes of slick white semen erupted from my cock. I was exhausted when Cinda relaxed on my chest. "I'm sorry, Cinda."

"Don't be. Momma told me what to expect. Next time you'll last a lot longer and we can always take care of each other with our hands and mouths." She gave me a quick kiss then jumped up pulling the half-full condom from my wilting organ. "I remember this from Health class."

"I think everyone remembers that, but whether they bother to do it Is another question." Cinda was back in a minute with a warm wash cloth. She washed me tenderly then returned to the bathroom to wash her thighs and sex. I climbed out of the bed and began to unpack my backpack. I had laid a folded tee-shirt on the floor when Cinda picked it up. "Be careful. Remember what I said about my weapons being sharp?" I took the package from her and carefully opened it. Inside were six throwing stars, each sharp enough to shave with, not that I shaved all that often.

"When I began playing ball way back in fourth grade the garnes sometimes took us into the inner city. Dad was concerned for my safety, not because some of the people were black, but because of drugs and crime. Mom didn't want me fighting so he took me to karate lessons while we were supposedly practicing basketball at the Y. I'm not a black belt and I doubt that I ever will be, but can defend myself even against four or five assailants. I actually had to do it last year when a group of older kids jumped my friend Kenny and me. They hit Kenny with a baseball bat so he couldn't help me at all, but I didn't need any help. I beat the living crap out of them in only a couple of minutes. These were a parting gift from my sensel -my teacher. C'mon, I'll show you how they work." I took Cinda's hand and we walked outside.

There was a dead tree across the lane. I stood thirty feet away, the stars in my left hand like a deck of cards. I threw them like a baseball with my right-all six in less than ten seconds. They all struck within a six-inch circle. "Wow, that's incredible, Ty."

I laughed. "Not really, the sensei could do it faster and the circle would have been half as big, but I'm good enough to discourage any prowlers." I pulled the stars out carefully and carried them back into the house. Then I took out our math book and we spent the next hour reviewing. We took a break to make dinner- spaghetti and meatballs which Momma had cooked for Cinda to reheat in the oven. We returned to the math after dinner, quitting around nine to watch TV before returning to bed.

Cinda and I stood in the old bath tub, pulling the curtain around us. We showered quickly-Cinda had told me their water heater was old and small. I loved washing her slender body-almost as much as I loved the sensation of her hands on mine. We scampered back to Cinda's bed. This time I did last longer-long enough to bring her to what she described as the most wonderful orgasm. She did well by me, too-exhausting me once again after draining my balls completely. We slept well that night, Cinda draped loosely over my body.