AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sure thing,” he responded, as I went down on Phil.
Part of the excitement was that we might get caught. I have to say, that enhanced the experience. Daphene came looking for Phil while I was giving him a blowjob in my room. He had a pained expression as he tried not to cum, while I licked his cock and responded to his mother through the door.
“Tracianne? Have you seen Phil?”
“No, I can’t say I have,” I replied, deepthroating him.
“Well, I need him to take out the trash and I’ve been all over the house,” she relayed.
I came up for air. Drool was running down his erect penis and my chin. I continued to tickle his balls with my fingers.
“I’m sure he’s around,” I replied. “If I see him, I’ll tell him to come…to you.”
I immediately went to work licking the head of Phil’s penis, concentrating on the tip and the sensitive part, the hole. He erupted in a fountain of jism that shot up onto my face and into my hair.
“Do you have food in there? It sounds like you’re eating?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just a lollipop.”
I then loudly licked up some of Phil’s jizz. It was warm and salty.
“Okay, well, if you see him,” said Daphene. “Maybe he’s outside.”
Another time, we got it on in the laundry room. Daphene started walking toward the room, but Phil couldn’t get his pants up in time. He moved behind the dryer.
“Oh, hey,” greeted Daphene. “Which one of you is doing laundry?”
“I am, mom, but she just barged in here,” complained Phil.
“But I have more to do,” I whined. “And I’m not mixing your nasty underwear with my panties.”
“Whoever got her first,” she instructed, settling the argument. “Let me know when you’re done.”
Daphene walked out of the room. We heard the door to the outside close. Phil immediately finished me off on top of the washing machine. God, it was so hot! We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Another time, we were in the shower together. Dad opened the door.
“Phil, it’s an emergency, you mind if I use the toilet?” he asked.
“I guess not,” he replied.
My eyes went wide. This was a really risky move. We were essentially trapped until he left.
“Oh, God, sorry. I think I must have some food poisoning from that chicken salad or something,” he revealed.
Phil was still inside me and he started to rock back and forth, going in and out with a smile on his face. I silently shook my head, although the feeling was amazing. I couldn’t help but cum. Fortunately, I was able to do so, with great effort, with no sound.
Dad finally flushed, stinking up the whole bathroom. He liberally sprayed Febreeze around the bathroom.
“Really sorry about that,” he apologized, embarrassed. “It was an emergency.”
“No worries,” Phil replied.
“Hey, uh, are you and Tracianne getting along?” he asked quietly. “I haven’t really seen you two together much.”
“Oh, sure, but we do our own thing,” he explained. “But trust me, I’m into Tracianne. I’m sure we’ll find something to do.”
“Good. I want you two to become close.”
“I think that’s happening,” he responded, cumming inside me.
“Good. Good-good,” replied dad, walking out of the bathroom.
I shook all over. Holding back my noises of joy had somehow elevated the experience. Maybe it was the danger too, but we couldn’t keep doing this. Eventually, we’d get caught. We’d have to be more careful. I told Phil as much.
“Phil, that was crazy!” I whispered. “You know what he would’ve done if he heard me in here?!”
“Relax, he never would’ve believed it,” Phil said confidently. “He would’ve assume that I made the noise somehow.”
“You’re crazy. You don’t think he knows the sound of his own daughter?”
“It’s about what people want to believe,” he countered. “He’d assume it was all good. He has no reason to suspect us, therefore he’d have to dismiss any sound of you coming from the shower. It just wouldn’t register as you.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said warily.
“Trust me,” Phil said. “He probably did hear you in here, but assume it was just a weird noise from me.”
“Either way, let’s get out of here before something else happens?”
“Good point.”
We went up on the roof in the middle of the night. Looking at the stars and eating chocolate, I felt safe in Phil’s arms. But were we living on borrowed time? What would happen after the lockdown ended? We’d have to go back to our colleges and resume our normal lives. How could we do this in the outside world?
“Phil, how are we going to do this outside of the house?” I asked.
“It’ll be easy. You can come up to my college. I didn’t show anyone a picture of you. You can pretend to be my old high school girlfriend,” he assured.
“Yeah, but what about after college?” I asked. “Or even during break? My friends--- I showed them a picture of you.”
