Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E29

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

"No, Cinda-we were worse. I'm sure that everyone in the area knew about us-how horny we were, still are-but look how well that turned out. I'm inclined to help them out so that means we need two major purchases in the next week."

"Huh?"

"I had a feeling we'd need a car. I'm pretty sure we'll have very different schedules-just the opposite of high school and we might need one when Mom and Dad come down for a game or the weekend. We can shop over the next few days If you like. I also thought we might need another bedroom set so they could stay over, but I never thought we'd have a need right away."

"You're such a genius, Ty. No wonder love you so much."

I had to laugh. Cinda wouldn't let go of my IQ even though that was only one factor of anyone's success. I'd known a kid in middle school whose IQ was over 160 yet he was barely able to pass his courses. He was so impressed with his "brilliance" that he was completely unmotivated. I recalled him telling me once that people should be judged by what they were capable of, not what they actually did.

"Right, Cody-that's an utterly brilliant remark! Suppose you need to have your brakes fixed, but the repair guy loses his motivation after doing three. He's capable but doesn't care about doing well. You'd be lucky to live five minutes after leaving the garage. Or, suppose you needed surgery and the doctor loses interest half- way through the operation; then what?"

"Gee, I never thought of it that way."

"Face it, Cody-you didn't think, period. There are reasons why things are done the way they are. Your potential or mine don't mean squat. It's the results that count, not idle daydreams."

"Ty... Ty, where are you? You seemed to be somewhere else for a minute." Cinda brought me back to reality.

"Oh...just thinking, but here's what your genius is thinking right now -we need a shower..."

"So we can get dirty again?"

"You're psychic! You can read my mind!"

Now Cinda laughed. "I don't have to be a mind reader to know that!

It what you-and I-always want. Let's go!" She helped me to undress; I reciprocated and we walked together into our shower. It wasn't quite as big as the one in Grandma's house, but it was pretty big-roughly three feet by six-and certainly big enough for both of us. Ten minutes later we were dry and lying on the air bed only inches above the floor.

Cinda was about to climb on top of me when Fred stuck his cold wet nose between us. We laughed as I shooed him to his bed. Cinda leaned down for a kiss, leading with her tongue and then her sweet plump lips. She mashed them into mine as only Cinda could. We held each other for several minutes, our mouths locked together as my hands explored her succulent breasts and the marvelous three-inch space between her long slender legs. Cinda was in incredible physical condition. We often jogged together, running in early morning or evening with Fred on a long leash. We'd continue that here in Baton Rouge, bringing Fred only when the temperature wasn't a threat to him.

Cinda reacted strongly to my touch, rubbing her slit over my cock and encouraging it to grow and harden. Suddenly she shifted position and I disappeared into her. "Pretty slick move, Cinda."

"I have a lot of imagination when it comes to you, Ty. Sometimes I sit around for hours dreaming up new ways to get you into me."

I laughed and laughed until my sides hurt. "As though I needed to be convinced; you know I'd live in here if I could."

Now Cinda laughed as she began moving on me. "That would make peeing pretty interesting. Oh, Ty! Keep that up; it feels so good. Oh, yes...harder, Ty." I drove into her with all my strength, lifting her more than a foot off the bed with every powerful thrust of my hips. "Oh God... Ty...it's going to be a big one....

ΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗΗHHHH!" She collapsed onto my chest and as she did my cock felt as though it had exploded. My balls drained themselves as river after river of baby cream flowed into her tunnel

"I love you so much, Cinda," I whispered in her ear.

"That's nice," she whispered. She was barely lucid for several

minutes as she recovered. Her orgasm was mammoth one of the strongest she'd ever had! We lay there breathing deeply for almost ten minutes before she spoke again. Giggling, she whispered, "I'm leaking all over you. Your thigh feels like an ice skating rink."

Now I laughed again. "How would you know what an ice skating rink feels like? You're from Louisiana."

"I told you I have a vivid imagination when it comes to you. Want another shower?"

"No...we can have one in the morning, besides...maybe we'll wake up around three or four, or whenever. I have a great imagination, too." I kissed Cinda, pulled the blanket over us and we found sleep almost immediately.