Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E25

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

"Wednesday morning, I'll be back Sunday aftermoon. I have to miss Friday's game."

"That's not important. Your family comes first." Kenny and Mandy hugged me and we went in to church. It was one of the rare times I couldn't wait for it to end. Kenny volunteered to take care of Fred. He'd pick him up after Tuesday afternoon's game. Cinda and I went home, ate a light lunch and I sat quietly on the couch. Fred carne over to rest his head on my leg, his soulful brown eyes locked onto mine. I was in a real funk when Cinda came in from the kitchen.

"Come on, Ty. Come with me." She extended her hand and kept it there when I didn't respond. Learning forward, she pulled on my arm, lifting me from the couch. "Didn't think was so strong, did you?

I smiled for the first time in more than a day. "I've always known you were strong." She led me down the hallway. "Where are we going?"

"I know what you need, Ty and I expect no arguments from you."

"But..."

"I said 'no arguments. Come with me." She stopped by the bed to remove her clothes then she turned to face me. My sweatshirt was pulled quickly up and off. My jeans went the other way. In seconds I was naked and surprised to see my fully erect cock. "See," she said, "I know exactly what you need. Lie down. Don't make me force you." She began to giggle and even I had to laugh, but I didn't argue. I knew she was right. I needed to move on and this would be the first step. I lay down, moving to the center, my arms up to welcome my love.

"Thank God I have you, Cinda. I don't know if I could get through this without you."

"I think you would, Ty. You're a very strong person. Now...." She never finished that sentence, her mouth covered mine with a long passionate and wet kiss. It seemed to last forever and when she broke it my rock hard cock was buried within her. "I know you're hurting terribly, Ty. This is why I'm here. I'm here to help you. We'll get through this together. I know it will be hard, but together we'll manage." She learned down to kiss me as she rode my cock for almost ten minutes. I was suffering, but I learned that I still had biological needs. I blew into Cinda, coating her sensitive vaginal walls with my seed. She relaxed on my chest when I was done. "I

love you, Ty. You've helped me so much. Now it's my turn to help

you." She kissed me then closed my eyes with her hand and we found peace, the chance for a quick nap.

Cinda and I walked into the main office first thing Monday morning. I didn't say anything. I just handed the note to Mrs. Roscoe. She read it quickly before saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Ty. When will you be back from Louisiana?"

"We should be back by Sunday so Cinda and I will be back in school next Monday." There were other kids in the office so by third period everyone knew that my grandmother had passed away. Almost everyone was sympathetic. Coach told me that Friday's game was meaningless. We'd run through the League Tournament with or without the win. Then he prepared us for Tuesday's opponent.

We'd had some difficulty with this team and their fans in the past, but today was the worst. No sooner had I walked onto the court than several of their fans began chanting, "Grandma...Grandma." I was livid. I knew how to make them pay.

We were walking out to the opening tip when I called my teammates together. "Listen, guys-get me the ball and get out of my fucking way."

One of the new starters began to object, but Kenny stifled that in a second. "You can call the shots when you make All-America. Until then, shut up and do what you're told." almost always handled the jump ball-I could jump much higher than anyone else on the team. It was almost funny watching me out jump players who were four to five inches taller. I tipped the ball to Kenny who passed it back to me a few seconds later. I dribbled up court, unsurprised when two guards tried to stop me. I dribbled right, spun around back to my left and through the double-team to the basket. A quick leap led to a dunk and a foul on their too-slow big man.

I was on fire. I couldn't miss, but I took care of my teammates, too. We led 31-17 at the quarter, I had 21 points on eight for nine shooting, four foul shots, and seven rebounds. I was just getting started. We led at the half 63-36. I had 46 points and 16 rebounds. Coach wanted to take me out, but I refused. "I owe those assholes, Coach. They disrespected my grandmother and they're going to pay"

Sometimes a player might have a good half, but lose it when play began again-not so today for me. I couldn't miss and I didn't. I began to take long three pointers to conserve energy. I had 78 of

our 97 at the end of the quarter. The game was over, but I wasn't.

"Time to shift into overdrive, I told Kenny. He shook his head in disbeliet.

I had noticed that some of their passes were careless, the kind one might make in practice when the defenders aren't trying to get in the way of the offense. I picked off their first pass, took one dribble over half-court and fired a long jumper-three points. I stole the ball seemingly at will, scoring on seven straight three-pointers, most from almost half court. I had outscored them 21-0 over three minutes. They managed to get a hurried shot off, but missed and I grabbed my twenty-ninth rebound. I dribbled quickly into the front court, going behind my back when a defender cut in front of me. I took my time advancing the ball until was at the foul line. I pump faked and jumped straight up for the shot as my opponent landed on my back.

"I'd like a time-out after the second, please, I told the ref when he handed me the ball for my first foul shot.

"Sure, Ty the way you're going tonight I think you could make them blindfolded. I took the first right-handed and the second lefty.

Time out was called and I walked to the bench, passing their fans on the way. "You'll think twice before insulting my grandmother again." I sat on the bench telling Coach, "You can take me out now.

"Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically, but patted me on the back. Once it was clear was done for the day the public address announcer stated for all to hear, "Ty Feldner scored 101 points, a new school and modern-day state record and pulled down twenty- nine rebounds." I knew the state record was 113 set way back around the beginning of the twentieth century in a game that was 156-10, or something like that. I could have set a new one, but I'd sent the message. That was enough.

The gym, filled to the brim like most of our games, erupted chanting "Ty... Ty...Ty." I turned back to find Cinda cheering the loudest. I was drained--more emotionally than physically-when the game ended with the score 126-76. Kenny hugged me first; "Incredible, Ty..just unbelievable." Then Cinda reached me. I never thought she could-the crowd on the floor was packed shoulder to shoulder.

"Oh, Ty I wanted to kill those kids when they taunted you, but I think your solution was better. She hugged me tightly until I left for the team handshake.

Once again, their coach was last in line. "Ty, I wanted to throttle

those kids when I heard them. I'll report them to the principal first

thing tomorrow morning. Their behavior was despicable. I'm sorry to learn of your grandmother. You'll be in my prayers. I also thought your performance was unbelievable. How many shots did you miss? Not many, unfortunately."

"Thanks for the sentiments, Coach. I never keep track of personal statistics. The only thing that matters was that we won."

"Spoken like the true champion you are." He shook my hand again and I walked back to Cinda. We spoke for a few minutes before I disappeared into the locker room for my shower. Once done, I was interviewed by one of our local TV stations for almost five minutes. That happened after almost every game. Kenny followed me home then took Fred with him, Fred's food, bowls, bed, and leash in the trunk. Cinda and I had a quick and quiet dinner. Afterwards we went to bed. I was exhausted, but Cinda brought me back to life. She led me in for a second shower. She ran her soapy hands up and down my body as she kissed me repeatedly. Finally, she took me out and dried me carefully. Then she led me to bed.

My mind and my muscles were tired, but my cock was neither. It stood up from my body like a flagpole. Cinda covered my body with hers then licked her way down my chest to my abdomen where she began by kissing the tip of my cock. "I haven't yet figured out why this part is so soft and spongy when the rest is so hard. I'm sure there's some biological reason, but don't care. I just know how much I love it. I love popping it in and out of my mouth."

"I think I already knew that," I replied with a chuckle as Cinda swallowed me whole. Up and down her head moved and she sucked me toward oblivion. Her tongue tickled my shaft, but not for long. My need for Cinda knew no boundaries. Now, especially, with the stress I'd been experiencing I needed her more than ever. She sucked me mightily, her lips wrapped tightly around my helmet, and I blew, flooding her mouth with my slick ejaculate. She sucked me dry then cleaned my cock lovingly. Typically, she asked nothing for herself. I pulled her up to me, kissed her quickly as she placed her head on my shoulder. Dear God, I wondered for probably the millionth time, what did I ever do to deserve the love of such a woman?

We rose even earlier than was our custom for the trip to the airport. We left after breakfast for the forty minute ride. Neither of us had ever flown so I was surprised to learn that Dad had reserved business class for us. Four hours later we were in Baton Rouge where Monroe awaited us. He hugged and kissed Cinda We rose even earlier than was our custom for the trip to the airport. We left after breakfast for the forty minute ride. Neither of us had ever flown so I was surprised to learn that Dad had reserved business class for us. Four hours later we were in Baton Rouge where Monroe awaited us. He hugged and kissed Cinda then hugged me. "I'm so sorry. Ty. Your grandma was a wonderful woman. I don't know anyone who didn't like her." I thanked him and we walked into the baggage claim area for our bag. Thirty minutes later Monroe drove us to Grandma's house. Mom, Dad, and Momma were already there.

It was kind of eerie sitting there in her living room without her. I half expected her to walk out of the kitchen at any moment to offer us Cokes and cookies. Monroe turned on the TV, finding ESPN to ease our boredom. We watched the sports news for more than a half hour. Most of it dealt with pro or college basketball or hockey. Then I was shocked to see my face on the screen.

"Ty! That's you!" Cinda was so excited. I was shown rebounding and taking several long three-pointers before dribbling up court, making the pump fake and stepping to the foul line. The commentator described how I had scored 101 on 37 of 41 from the floor, including thirteen three-pointers and fourteen free throws without a miss. "Senior Ty Feldner has committed to LSU," was his final comment.

"I was going to ask about the game, Ty, but I see you drew a lot of attention in our absence."

"A bunch of guys from their school insulted Grandma, Dad, Cinda explained. She went on to explain what they had done and how several of our fans were going to beat the stuffing out of them until they saw Mr. Henderson nearby. "Then, after the game, it was no longer necessary."

"Weren't you going to tell us, Ty?" It was Mom speaking.

"No, Mom," I said with a chuckle. "What has Dad told me probably a hundred times?"

Mom and Cinda replied simultaneously, "Self praise stinks." Ordinarily the room would have been filled with laughter, but not today. Cinda and I excused ourselves so we could change out of our clothes-my good gray suit and Cinda's navy blue dress. We emerged ten minutes later in golf shirts, shorts, and sandals. We went to a seafood buffet for dinner. I couldn't believe how many of those crawfish Monroe could eat.

I wasn't surprised when Cinda offered me one. "Don't you trust me," she asked. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. She squeezed the tail and the meat fell into my mouth. All I could taste was the hot sauce. The crawfish's tail was more chewy than tasty. Cinda smiled, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "You don't have to eat any more. I know they're not for everyone. Thank you for trusting me."

We were back at Grandma's house by nine and it took a special effort not to look for her coming out of the kitchen as she had so frequently when Cinda and I had lived there with her. We excused ourselves to our room. "I remember this shower, Ty. We had some wonderful times here, didn't we?" My only response was to give my wonderful wife a big kiss. We washed each other as had become our habit-running our hands frothy with soap over each other's skin, I loved to run my hand between her glorious butt cheeks, she always had fun washing and stroking my cock and rubbing my balls until I was hard as a rock. Then she always enjoyed making it soft. Tonight was no exception.

Cinda rolled on top of me, pushing those beautiful firm and smooth breasts into my chest. Rubbing her nipples into my hair, round and round in circles on my chest always made her hot- that's what she'd told me any number of times. Cinda rubbed her slit over my cock-oh dear God, what a feeling! When she moved forward just a bit slid slowly into her tight sweet vault. My hands found the globes on her ass-her smooth muscular butt. Hell, her entire body was one smooth muscular part after another!

She slid down my pole in five short thrusts until was seated deep within her core. We moved together at what we recognized now as our pace. Starting slowly meant our pleasure would be prolonged. Moving at this pace meant that we'd get hotter and hotter for each other until, in time, we could take no more. Then we'd go at it like rabbits until nature took its course. We came together, exploding in mutually exhausting orgasms. We always slept well afterwards, even me who had never slept well until I met and fell in love with Cinda.

We met with Grandma's attorney the following morning. Personally, I would have preferred to skip it. I knew my Grandma was dead; I didn't need another reminder. I held Cinda's hand tightly as Mr. Cardwell took his seat at the head of the table. He made Grandma look like a kid.

"I won't bother to read the entire will," he began. "Most of it is just legal mumbo jumbo that helps attorneys justify the huge fees we charge.