The elevator dings at five. We stumble out, me and Ben, Julie sandwiched giggling between us. Old service stairs to six. Laughter echoes—too loud. Door creaks open next door. Neighbor pokes head out, sleepy eyes. ‘Early rise tomorrow, guys. Keep it down.’ Ben nods, promises quiet. We slip into his tiny attic studio. Plaster walls thin as paper. Parquet groans underfoot. Beers crack open, whisky pours heavy.
Julie loosens up. Shy girl sheds her wool sweater vibe. Talk turns filthy. ‘You guys share everything?’ she teases. We play along. Whispers now, but pulses race. My foot nudges hers, then Ben’s. Heat builds. I slide beside her on the sagging couch. Lips brush her ear. ‘Wanna try double?’ Kiss lands. Ben dives in next. Tongues tangle. Belts unbuckle. Shirts fly. Her tits firm in my hands. Ben’s fingers plunge deep—wet sounds slurping.
The Contact
She grabs our cocks. Mine normal, his a monster. Strokes clumsy, eager. Pause. Eyes lock—ours, hers. She dives on Ben’s shaft. Gagging softly. I strip her jeans, panties. Bare pussy shaved smooth. Juicy thighs part. We shift. She impales on Ben, sucks me standing. ‘Fuck, she’s soaked,’ he grunts low. Walls might hear.
Door flies open. Stéphane, neighbor guy, thirty-ish, tall skinny. Boxers down, cock hard, smaller than Ben’s. We freeze. Light spills from hall, shadows dance. Julie’s eyes widen, then burst laughing. ‘Room for three?’ she purrs. Hearts hammer. Risk electric—whole building sleeps feet away.
The Indiscretion
Stéphane steps in, shakes my hand—Paul—cock bobbing. Julie snatches it, swallows deep. ‘She sucks good?’ he asks. ‘Watch.’ Voice through wall: ‘I’m here…’ Jean-Ba’, black kid next door, average build, cock like mine. Door cracks again. Four now. Julie quivers. ‘Four cocks? Fuck, gonna cum!’ Ben thrusts up. She rides hard, moans choked. Parquet creaks rhythmically. Bedframe? No, couch sags, springs whine muffled.
The Indiscretion
Positions blur. I fuck her pussy twice—tight, dripping cum already? No rubber. Sloppy seconds thrill. Ben takes ass slow, spit-lubed. Her cry: ‘Yes, DP!’ Stéphane in cunt, Ben reams hole. Jean-Ba’ next, her first black cock—eyes roll back. ‘Never felt this!’ Gangbang frenzy. Gagging, pounding. Cum loads—inside, swallowed one, splattered walls. Moans bitten back, but gasps leak. Neighbor below? Footsteps outside? Adrenaline spikes every creak.
Dawn filters through blinds, slats glowing. Bodies collapse, spent. Sperma leaks from her holes. No regrets yet.
The Silence
Julie wakes surrounded. Freaks quiet. ‘No condoms? Fuck.’ We breakfast—me, Ben, her. Neighbors slip out first, stairs silent. She dresses fast. ‘Loved it, but… secret. No more.’ Hugs awkward. We descend—heart pounds at every step. Cross old lady in lobby, smiles innocent. Street air hits. Secret burns hot. Ben and I grin later. Night etched. Walls held our sins.