Small hiccups

Kylie had arrived, throwing open the door and walking inside like she owned the place. She’s wearing a black crop top with Jean booty shorts and a complimentary red leather jacket. She waltz’s into the dining room/living room, putting down her purse and checking herself in a mirror next to the door as she goes, only to see and smell the battlefield before her.

Her big sister is lying naked on the carpet, belly swollen, tits ruined and oozing something white through a gaping hole in her left nipple, with a vacant look in her eyes as you use her as a cum rag. It didn’t take a keen nose to know very well what she was covered head to toe in, especially with the culprit in front of her…

“Back away from her asshole!” Kylie pulls a stun gun out of her purse and attacks you.

“Wait wait! Look, this isn’t what it looks like!” You say while dodging the crackling electrodes.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” she screams louder this time, shaking and thrusting the stun gun at you as if to drive you out like an exorcist.

You trip over the coffee table and go sprawling while Kylie is screaming like a banshee.

“****! **** RAPI-“

“Kylie stop!” Carrie commands.

You look over to see her sitting up with her phone in hand. Surprisingly, Kylie freezes and stops waving the taser at you.

“But sis, he was-“

“It’s alright…Everything is OK. In fact, I’m glad you came. See, there was something I wanted to do before going out with you…”

Whispering in Kylie’s ear, she steers her sister towards the bedroom, turning back for a moment at the threshold to give you a smile.

“Give us a few minutes darling! I need to ‘adjust’ a few things before we’re ready for you. But don’t wait too long, you might miss the show.” She says with a devilish grin.

With one arm around Kylie’s shoulders(That slowly slips down to grope her butt through her short shorts), she leads her into the bedroom. Ironically, Kylie probably would have been safer in the hands of the one she was screaming **** at a few seconds ago.

A knock at the door grabs your attention. You painfully stuff your still erect meat into your pants and try to straighten up. Unfortunately, you are mostly covered in cum and milk from the waist down.

You answer the door, leaning out from behind it and keeping the slit you peer through small to deter any would be curious cats.

“Mr. Robert, what was that ungodly racket! I heard someone crying ****” you next door neighbor, Ms. Finnigan, demands.

“Oh good afternoon to you as well Hannah. Just a misunderstanding. Carrie is taking care of it right now.”

Ms. Finnigan was a married woman in her mid 30s. She was tall, had curly brown hair, blue almond shaped eyes, rich bronze skin, and small B cup breasts. What she lacked in size, she made up for in a plush and pert ass that Kings would die for.

She was dressed in a loose white skirt and blue blouse with a white apron on and her hair pulled back. She looked as if she just stepped out of a magazine. Which, in a way, she had. Back when Carrie had just started up her yoga studio, she had invited Ms. Finnigan to help take the stock photos for the website and paper advertisements. Now, she was a regular attendee and knew Carrie quite well.

“Apologies for the noise. We’ll try and keep it down.”

Suddenly a loud moan echoed from the bedroom. Ms. Finnigan her nose twitched and she looked at you with suspicion.

“Perhaps it’s best that I speak to your girlfriend…” she says with a hand on the door, pushing it lightly.

“I am afraid she is busy at the moment.” you stand your ground.

“Oh I’m sure she can spare a few seconds. After all, I just want to check on her.” She pushes harder.

“Hannah, I think you should leave now” you tell her, pushing back.

“Not until I see Carrie!” She demands and starts putting her whole weight into shoving the door open.

As she fights you for the door, you realize something. She may not be able to challenge you in a contest of strength to get inside, but her shoving and kicking of the door is echoing down the hall of your apartment building, and sooner or later, someone else is going to come and investigate.

“Is that Ms. Finnigan honey!” Carrie called out from the bedrooms.

She walks out in a fluffy pink bathrobe with her hair all wet, as if she had been in the shower. She makes her way to the door and opens it up halfway so she can talk to Ms. Finnigan face to face. You stay halfway behind the door, shirtless, hoping Ms. Finnish an doesn’t see anything.

“Hi Hannah! Sorry about Daniel here. He’s just being protective that’s all.”

“I thought something had happened. Are you alright? What was that noise!” Ms. Finnigan asks.

“Oh nothing…”

Behind the door, Carrie grabs your crotch and starts undoing the button again. She starts jerking you off behind the door while smiling at one of her students.

While she chats with Ms. Finnigan, her hands run rampant over your nether regions. Her hand is warm and and covered in something slimy, raising goose bumps all over your body as her hand probes your inside your pants.

“I really sorry Hannah, but I have to cut this short. I really am quite busy, and I have to get ready for an events.” She says while massaging your balls.

“I understand. See you on Saturday?” Ms. Finnigan asks.

“See you on Saturday!” And with that, she closes the door, crisis averted.