Darkness cloaks the guest bedroom in Yolande and Alain’s house. Total black. My body sinks into unfamiliar sheets, but sleep shatters. Guttural moans seep through the wall. Low grunts. Flesh slapping flesh. Alain and Yolande. Fucking hard in the dead of night. My pulse quickens. Nipples harden against silk nightie. Heat pools between thighs. Pussy clenches empty. I strain to listen. Bed creaks rhythmically. Yolande’s whimpers rise. Sharp. Needy. My skin flushes hot. Heart hammers chest. What the hell? They know I’m next door. Shameless. Arousal surges. Then, a creak in the corridor. Not from their room. Closer. Suspicious. I slip from bed. Bare feet silent on wood. Nightie whispers over skin. Door opens soundless. Dim light slits under theirs. A shadow kneels. Peering through keyhole. My hand grazes a shoulder. Firm. Young. He jolts upright. “Michel?” I whisper. “No… Clément.” Shock rips through me. The kid. Spying on his parents. Pathetic. Perverted. “What the fuck? Eavesdropping on Mom and Dad screwing?” He stammers. Begs. “Please, don’t tell. Heard noises, thought someone hurt.” Bullshit. Eyes wild with lust. “Never had a girl. You… so close.” He wants my bed. My body. Rage mixes with heat. The moans next door spike. Yolande gasps. My clit throbs. Betrayed by own flesh. “Get out, creep. Before I scream.” He flees. Door clicks shut. I twist the key. Block the hole. Safe. But fire rages. Their sounds drill in. Grunts. Squelch of cock in wet cunt. My breath ragged. Sweat beads on skin. Heart slams ribs. Need consumes. Fingers itch for relief.
Back under sheets. Nightie hikes up. Thighs part wide. Air kisses slick folds. Pussy drips. Fingers dive in. Two plunge deep. Soak instantly. Thrust hard. Mimic their rhythm. Wall vibrates faintly. Alain growls. Yolande moans louder. My free hand claws breast. Pinch nipple vicious. Twist. Pain sparks pleasure. Clit swells. Thumb grinds it rough. Circles frantic. Hips buck. Bed rocks. Fuck. So close. Imagine Michel’s cock. Thick. Ramming me. But no. This is raw. Solo. Primal. Juices flood hand. Wrist slick. Gush sounds obscene. Breathe in gasps. Heart explodes. Their pace quickens. She’s close. Me too. Fingers curl. Hit that spot. Stars burst behind eyes. Body arches. Muscles seize. Cum crashes. Waves rip through. Pussy spasms. Squirts hot on sheets. Lips bite bloody to silence scream. Yolande cries out. Peaks. They collapse. Silence falls. My body quakes. Aftershocks pulse.
The Fever
Chest heaves. Skin slick with sweat. Glows feverish. Pussy twitches. Empty but sated. Fingers withdraw. Taste salty tang. Lick clean. Shame flickers. Fleeting. Replaced by thrill. Dangerous edge. Caught the boy. Listened to friends fuck. Fingered myself to it. Heart slows. Steady thump. Unique. Alive. Burn marks soul. Tomorrow? Michel waits. Love? Lust? Doesn’t matter. Tonight, I owned the fire. Sheets damp. Body hums. Sleep claims. Dreamless. Burnt but whole.