The hallway smelled of old wood and garlic from downstairs. Paula fumbled the key, heart slamming. Franz pinned her against the door. His mouth devoured hers. Rough. Hungry. The floorboards creaked under their shifting weight. Thin walls. Neighbors asleep, maybe. Or listening. His hand slid up her thigh. Fingers teased her wet panties. She gasped, muffled. ‘Shh,’ he whispered, voice like gravel. They tumbled inside. Door to Paula’s room left wide open. Streetlight sliced through blinds, casting shadows on the rumpled bed.
Franz shoved her down. Skirt hiked. Panties yanked off. He buried his face in her pussy. Tongue lapped greedily. Slurping sounds filled the room. She bit her fist. Moans escaped anyway. Soft. Whimpering. Parquet groaned as he knelt. Her hips bucked. Breath ragged. Orgasm hit fast. She cried out, high and sharp. Door yawned open. Sissi’s room across the hall. Light flickered under her door. Footsteps? No. Just creaks.
The Contact
He stripped. Cock sprang hard. Thick. Veined. She gripped it, stroked. He sucked her tits. Nipples hardened under teeth. Leg spread wide. Finger probed her slick hole. Wet enough. He mounted. Teased her clit with his cockhead. ‘Fuck me,’ she begged, voice hushed. He thrust in slow. Deep. She sighed, filled. Hips rocked. Trot to gallop. Bedframe thumped softly. Skin slapped. Her bleats grew louder. ‘Oh god, yes.’ Parquet cracked as he pounded. Neighbors below? Stirring?
Sissi couldn’t sleep. Rage boiled. Fingers on her toy, useless. Then sounds: moans, wet smacks. Her door cracked. Hallway dim. She crept out. Barefoot. Naked. Glow from Paula’s room spilled. She peeked. Franz’s ass flexed, slamming down. Paula writhed, crying out. Climax roar. He collapsed. Cock glistened, spent. Sissi froze. Eyes locked on it. Dripping cum and juices. Franz saw her. Smirked. ‘Kiss it, if you want.’ Her pussy throbbed. She knelt. Lips brushed gland. Tongue licked. Salty. Musky. Sucked slow. It hardened in her mouth. Swelled.
The Indiscretion
‘Ride me,’ he growled. She straddled. Impaled deep. Gasped. Ground hips. Slow circles. Faster. Bed creaked louder. Paula stirred. Franz’s fingers found her clit. Rubbed gentle. Both sisters moaned. Synced. Building. Walls so thin. Footsteps in hall? No, just heartbeats. Sissi’s tits bounced. Paula’s hand on her ass. Cheers? No words. Climax crashed. Dual screams, choked. His cock pulsed inside Sissi. Filled her. They slumped. Sweaty heap.
Silence fell. Heavy. Breath slowed. Franz slipped out. Dressed quiet. Kissed both. ‘Incredible.’ Door clicked shut behind him. Hallway empty. Paula curled up, sated. Sissi back to bed, door soft close. Stairs creaked as he left. No one stirred. Secret safe. Morning light filtered. Neighbors none the wiser. Pulse still raced. Thrill lingered.