The hallway floorboards creaked under my sneakers. Dim light leaked from under the library door. My pulse hammered. Mom’s voice still echoed from the dining room—shattered bowl, salad everywhere. I’d frozen, eyes locked on Florence. My Florence. Her hand squeezed mine. Jennifer yanked us both inside. Door clicked shut. Soft. Too soft.
Her breath hot on my neck. ‘Kiko… missed you.’ Eyes dark, hungry. I shivered. Rain pattered windows. House quiet, but neighborhood slept close. Thin walls. Backyard fence just steps away. One shout, lights flip on next door. Her lips brushed mine. Tentative. Then hard. Tongue slipped in, wet, needy. Hands fumbled skirt up. Fingers grazed thigh. ‘Shh,’ she whispered. Parquet groaned as we stumbled back. Against wall. Cool plaster bit skin.
The Hallway Spark
Decision hit. Fuck it. I nodded. Pulled her closer. Door rattled faintly. Voices muffled outside. Mom? No, gone now. We slipped deeper. Library shadows. Canapés loomed black and white. Jennifer grinned. ‘Your turn.’ She kissed Florence deep, sloppy. I watched, pussy clenching. Heat built. Florence grabbed my wrist. Tugged to couch. Skirt hiked. Panties yanked aside. Fingers dove in. Wet squelch. I bit lip. Hard.
She dropped low. Knees hit rug. Tongue flicked clit. Sharp gasp escaped. Hand clamped mouth. ‘Quiet!’ Eyes wide. Neighbors’ windows glowed faint across yard. Curtains twitched? No. Paranoia. She sucked harder. Slurps echoed soft. Body arched. Fingers twisted inside, knuckle-deep. Gush. Soaked her chin. I humped face. Hushed whimpers. ‘Fuck… gonna cum.’ Parquet cracked—footstep? Door creaked open sliver. Luc peeked. Smiled. Joined silent.
His hand on tit. Squeezed. Florence moaned into pussy. Jennifer latched nipple. Triple assault. Body shook. Clit throbbed. Fingers curled g-spot. Stars burst. Muffled scream into palm. Juices flooded. She lapped greedy. Legs buckled. Collapsed on cushions. Breath ragged. They kissed over me. Shared taste. Sticky lips.
Stifled Screams
But more. Stéviana crawled near. Brazilian curves. Eyes locked. ‘Me?’ Whisper. Fear spiked. Her cock—half-hard, veiny—bobbed. Florence nodded. ‘Take her cherry.’ Heart slammed. Virgin hole twitched. She positioned. Tip nudged folds. Slick. Slow push. Burn. Then full. Stretched wide. Gasped. ‘Easy…’ Hugged neck. Tongues danced. Gentle rocks. Parquet whined under shifts. Window blinds rattled breeze. Outside, dog barked distant. Too close?
Pace quickened. Balls slapped ass. Wet smacks. Bit shoulder stifle cries. ‘Love you… fuck!’ Climax ripped. Walls clenched shaft. She grunted low. Hot spurts deep. Filled. Dripped out. Collapsed tangled. Sweats mingled. Whispers. ‘Secret ours.’
Slipped out later. Hallway empty. Stairs groaned soft. Heart thundered. Kitchen door ajar—empty. Front steps. Cool rain mist. Neighbor shuffled past fence. Nodded sleepy. No clue. Grinned inside. Secret burned hot. Pussy ached full. Cum leaked thighs. Night swallowed me. Safe. Thrilled.