The Walls Have Ears

I was almost asleep having had my usual goodnight conversation with G, and feeling relaxed and warm under my multiple blankets when a couple down the hall started to have very noisy sex. They were fucking against some furniture - I imagined them against the door - as I could hear him pounding into her and her body crashing against something wooden. She was almost screaming with longing and begged him to take her faster and harder. Their grunting and panting echoed down the dark corridor and crept under my door and into my underwear. I was tired, and reluctant to give in to the desire that stirred in me.


Suddenly they went quiet and I strained to listen for signs that their passion continued. I imagined taking off my clothes and striding to their door. My breasts high and my hips rounded, so different from the bodies of the women here. They would open the door, disheveled and raw to reveal my pale naked flesh glowing in the dark. I would enter, taking the woman into my arms and laying her gently on the floor. Her sex is swollen and bruised from the wonderful fucking she has recieved. I would lick her thighs, her belly and make my way to her clit to kiss it back to life. A fucking that hard would have made it numb, I want it to be as sensitive as only a woman knows it can be. Her man would be watching, his cock aching and throbbing, also sore from the hammering he had given her. He is standing behind us, watching my ass and overwhelmed by this turn of events. I feel the sensation return in her clit, she begins to rock rythmically into my mouth. The taste of her increases the lust dripping from my sex. I can feel it trickling down my thighs, he can see it glistening down my legs. We are all very quiet apart from the gentle peaceful murmur of the woman whose clit I am sucking. I sit up and twist sideways, pressing our soaking luxurious pussies together. She strokes my breasts, I kiss her legs which are around my face, we rub our clits against each other until we are both drunk with longing.

The man lies down next to us. His penis is now so large that it seems it does not belong to him. He is almost frightened of it. He can't touch it. He just stares at our labial dance. I am the first to move. I sit beside him and run my tongue up the length of his shaft. She sits on the other side of him and repeats this. We lick him alternately, occassionally stopping to kiss and touch each other's breasts. Then she sits on his stomach facing his feet, and I sit on high thighs facing her. We press our sexes around his cock, and glide up and down. The head of his cock presses against my clit over and over again and I know that I will cum. He isn't penetrating either of us, but we are all satisfied. I start to pant and can hardly contain the scream of satisfaction that escapes my body. For one blissful moment, I am aware that he is cumming straight up in a spray that meets our breasts - mine large and full, hers tiny buds.

Alone in my room, I cum with the help of my small vibrator. I lie in the dark, hot and calm. G calls, I had sent him a message to explain that I was listening to them and it turned me on. He missed the action and I could hear his disappointment. A couple in the room next to me had also seemingly been affected, I could hear her soft gasps as he pleasured her but fell asleep before they progressed any further.

Some time in the night, I got up to use the bathroom and could hear the unmistakable sound of a man masturbating in his room. A whole corridor of people filled with lust. Again I felt tempted to knock on the door and offer myself to him.

I wondered how many times G and I had triggered this chain orgasmic reaction. Neither of us is particularly quiet when it comes to cumming. I would love to feel him cum inside me, over me, around me today.