Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E14

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

I spent a good part of that evening and most of Monday morning with Cinda putting everything together. I stopped when we received a phone call from the high school. It was Mrs. Roscoe calling for the principal, Mr. Whittaker. "Ty, Mr. Whittaker would like to see you and Lucinda today. He says it's important."

I agreed, saying we'd be there sometime around 11:30. "Something's not right, Cinda. I can't understand the reason for this meeting. If he just wanted to meet you he could do that when you came in Wednesday morning for your schedule." I reached down to my phone, selecting the right app, and sliding it to the center of my abdomen just as I had done with my grandfather.

Mrs. Roscoe escorted us into the office. Mr. Whittaker didn't stand; I had Cinda sit, but I stood just behind her and off to the side where my phone had an unobstructed view. "I wanted to tell you this so you'd have time to find another school. We won't be accepting your wife here."

"May I ask why not?"

"It's simple enough we don't allow married women to attend our school. Sorry, but that's my final word on the subject."

"Truthfully, I don't think you are and I don't think it is. I suspect you'll have a lot more to say. Of course, St. Ann's will be happy to get us." St. Ann's was a private school about twenty miles away and our biggest rival. They'd love to get me for their basketball program. Our boosters would scream bloody murder if I went there.

"There's no reason for you to change schools, Ty...just Mrs. Feldner."

"Okay, we get the message, but if you think this is a done deal you're badly mistaken."

Mr. Whittaker rose from his seat and began to step around the desk. "Are you threatening me?"

"No, but it seems that you're threatening Cinda and me. Truthfully, I don't think you have a leg to stand on legally and if you think I'm just going to take your word for it you're badly mistaken. C'mon Cinda." We stomped out of the office en route to Dan Shulman's office.

Dan Shulman had insisted we call him Dan. We saw him often

enough that we wouldn't need an appointment. We walked into his

office twenty minutes later. A young boy was playing on the floor.

Dan walked in from the other direction a few minutes later. "Hi, Ty...

Cinda-this is my son Danny. I'm glad you're here, Ty. How'd you feel about signing this picture from last year's tournament? Danny is a big fan."

I walked over to Danny and knelt, holding out my hand. "Hi, I'm Ty, how are you?" He shook it, but I could see he was awestruck although why someone would be in awe of a high school player was more than I could understand. "Sure, Dan," I said as I rose to sit at his desk. I thought for a minute before putting pen to the photo. It was one I'd seen before of me dunking over one of the 6'8" giants. "To my friend Danny, good luck in basketball and in life is always the result of hard work and lots of practice. Ty Feldner"

I handed it back to Dan and he nodded, "That's great advice, Ty. Thanks." Then I explained why we were there, showing Dan the video from my phone. "I'm not surprised, Harold is an idiot. There's nothing in either state law or school district policy to justify his position. In fact the State Supreme Court ruled more than forty years ago that married students are entitled to attend school, even up to age twenty-one, just like anyone else. What say I take you and Danny to lunch then go and pay Harold a visit?" That's exactly what we did, dropping Danny at home before driving to the high school around two o'clock.

Mrs. Roscoe greeted us with a huge smile. There was no love lost between her and her boss. "Go right in Ty...Lucinda. Hello, Dan, nice to see you."

"Thanks, Lucy...I always look forward to meeting with your boss."

As pleased as Mrs. Roscoe was to see Dan that's just how pissed off Principal Whittaker was. He protested about the impact Cinda would have on the morality of the female students and Dan laughed right in his face. He cited the two court cases, commenting that he'd be happy to sue both him and the school district on our behalf if Cinda was the recipient of any discrimination from him or any member of the staff. "It's about time you retired, isn't it, Harold? Lucinda here probably has higher morals than ninety-nine percent of your students and she's a lot smarter, too." We turned and left; we didn't bother to shake hands. The message had been delivered. If anything, Mrs. Roscoe had an even bigger smile when we left. I was tempted to give her a high

five, but I didn't want to create trouble. Mr. Whittaker had already

proved what a colossal jerk he could be. I just waved and told her

thanks. We all laughed once we were outside.

"What a loser. If not for tenure he'd have been fired years ago. In

fact, that's still a definite possibility. I have a few calls to make

once we're back in my office. The Board President is my brother-in-

law. I'm sure he'd love to hear about this. He shares my opinion of your principal."

Cinda and I laughed all the way home. I was sure Mr. Whittaker would rue the day he heard Cinda's name. I drove home prepared to spend some time organizing our garage. It was yetanother area of the house that still needed attention. However, Cinda had other ideas. "I think I need to destroy your morals, Mr. Feldner." I laughed again as Cinda took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. I stood there while my wife stripped me to my skin, dropping my clothes to the floor. She pushed me onto the bed then did the most incredible striptease I'd ever seen, dancing in circles and pushing her breasts and ass in my face. Of course, I hadn't seen any other stripteases, but I had an extremely fervent imagination.

Once naked, Cinda slithered up my body like a snake. I had a feeling she could be deadlier than a cobra, but she'd be a lot more fun, too. She began kissing my cock causing it to throb terribly which only amused my wife more. I watched as each of my balls disappeared into her mouth. "Dear God," I whispered, "if only Harold could see you now."

"He's probably jerking off in his office dreaming about me."

"I wouldn't blame him. That's what I did for almost two months."

"That's okay," Cinda replied with a smile, "I did the same thing dreaming about you." I pulled her up for a long deep and lingering kiss as our tongues dueled and our faces smeared with spit. Cinda looked down once we had broken the kiss. "Ready to be fucked?"

"Didn't I tell you not to use that word?"

"Yes, but that's what I'm in the mood for-raw animal fucking. And...I have a special surprise for you-something I've been practicing. "I learned about it from the internet. She rubbed me into her slit; it was soaked with her nectar. She gripped me first with her fingers then with her pussy. Using her legs she pushed her body up until only the head was in her then sank back down until I bottomed out against her cervix. She had repeated that for about a minute, jerking and turning furiously, when I felt her squeezing me even tighter, something I had thought impossible. Her muscles flexed up and down my cock giving me the most incredible sensations. My eyes rolled back in my head as my cock exploded. Eight times I thrust up; thick ropes of semen gushing into her. I was exhausted.

"What...was that? What did you do?" I was gasping rather than speaking.

"Ever hear of Kegel muscles? They're in my pussy. By exercising and practicing I've been able to learn how to control them. I see you enjoyed my new trick!"

"Thank the internet for me."

"Speaking of thanks, Mandy told me I should thank you. Kenny did it to her you know, ate her out-Sunday night then she did it for him, even swallowing. She said it was better than she had thought."

"Which?"

"Both!"

"Good. Now can we take a nap? III take care of you later." Cinda stayed on top of me, her head on my chest as we fell asleep quickly.

I took Cinda to the guidance office as soon as the counselors were back to work on Tuesday morning. She had her schedule-identical to mine-in less than an hour. We never heard any concerns about her being married.

Dan Shulman had ordered cable and internet. That was also done on Tuesday morning so Cinda and I shopped for some TV's. I had them set up by Tuesday evening before we went to bed in preparation for school tomorrow morning.