Joe chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Joe chapter 3

... this time. Sliding it forward then all the way back. I kissed her slow as I glided half way in then slowly pulled back out. "Oh, Joe that's nice," Cynthia purred. "I like it you feel so... Mmm, yes" Her pussy was talking too, the sloshing noises let me know I was really getting her going again. Twice in one night, I was on a roll. "Cynthia, you feel so good," I whispered. My slow glide in then out was pushing her button. Her arms pulled me into her deeper. "I want it all in me, mmm... Joe," Cynthia begged for me. She was very close to cumming and that made me want to unload. "You want me to pull out this time," I asked knowing she wouldn't want me to stop. I intentionally pulled back as if I was pulling out. Her body answered before her mouth, her legs clamped around my hips tighter, pulling me back in, her arms squeezed my back, and even her finger nails clawed at me. "Not yet, Joe, I'm almost... Mmm," she stammered. "Almost... Mmm... ther-rre" she shook softly as I filled her with more of my baby cream. We laid together for a long time. Barely moving. Every time I thought she might have fallen asleep she'd lift her head and kiss me passionately. I was spent my balls where aching. There ...

... was no warning, we both froze as footsteps walked right into the living room. They slowed by the couch. Then kept going into the kitchen. The small light over the stove came on. I grabbed the guest blanket from the floor and pulled it over us. Cynthia felt scared, she was trembling and had goose bumps. I tried to lay over her like a shield but still be a casual lump on the couch. "Is that your dad?" I could barely hear her whisper in my ear. "Yes," I whispered back just as softly. He was making coffee. It seemed like it took longer then normal. Finally, he turned the little light off and walked back to his room while it brewed. As soon as I thought he was in his room I scrambled off the couch and picked up clothes from the floor. I handed Cynthia hers and yanked mine on. She was a blur of clothes. Throwing her shirt over her head and trying to put her feet in her panties all at the same time. She got up to run to her room, I grabbed her arm and kissed her lips slowly. Her breathing seemed to slow down a little. "Slowly, quietly," I urged. I began to think she must be in the room by now. "Ah, good morning Cynthia" my dad's voice seemed to boom through the whole house. My heart froze. Oh shit.