Brats big scare!

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The ice clinked rhythmically against the side of the glass, the only sound in the living room aside from the soft, repetitive tapping of a thumb on a smartphone screen. The leather chair creaked slightly as he shifted his weight, eyes scanning the glowing display without really reading the words. The whiskey in his hand was a distraction, a necessary buffer against the week-long barrage of complaints about going out. She had been relentless, a constant buzzing in his ear about friends, clubs, and plans he had no interest in entertaining.

From the bedroom down the hall, a voice rang out, bright and laced with a manic sort of glee. "I’m ready to go! With or without you, I’m going to have some fun!"
He didn’t look up from his phone. "Fine, have your fun," he muttered, the words flat and devoid of inflection. He took a sip of his drink, the burn doing little to dull the annoyance vibrating in his skull.

In the bedroom, the silence that followed his reply was heavy, broken only by the sharp stomp of a foot against the hardwood floor. The storm of her frustration manifested in the heavy thud of her boots as she marched down the hallway. She wasn't just walking; she was making a point, her movements sharp and aggressive as she headed for the front door, determined to prove she didn't need his approval to enjoy her night.

She flung the door open with dramatic flair, ready to storm out into the night, but the air left her lungs in a violent gasp. Standing on the porch was a towering figure, the stark white of a Ghostface mask gleaming under the porch light. Before she could process the sight, the man lunged. He was large, fully built, and charging with an intimidating s***d that turned her *** to ice.

A scream caught in her throat, raw and silent. She spun on her heel, sprinting back into the house, her boots hammering against the floor in a blind panic. The living room was a blur of motion as she raced toward the safety of the chair where he sat. Her foot caught the edge of the coffee table, sending a jolt of *** up her shin and destroying her balance. She crashed forward, her arms slamming into his waist and her face burying into his stomach.

"Someone’s here!" she whimpered, the sound muffled against his shirt, her body trembling against his legs. "Please, someone's here!"

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked calmly past her trembling shoulder and raised a hand in a casual wave at the figure looming in the doorway. "That’s enough," he called out, his voice steady. "You can take it off."
The intruder reached up and ***led the plastic mask away, revealing the familiar, handsome face of their neighbor. The man was breathing slightly heavier from the exertion, a smirk playing on his lips.

The woman froze, her brain trying to bridge the gap between terror and reality. She pulled her face back from his stomach, twisting around to see the neighbor standing there, the mask held loosely in his hand. A long, shaky sigh of relief escaped her, her shoulders slumping as the adrenaline began to crash.

"I just wanted to scare you a bit," he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek with a rough, gentle thumb. "I didn’t think it would get to you so much."

The neighbor stepped further into the room, his eyes scanning her with a look of mock concern that quickly shifted to something more predatory. "Did you hurt your leg?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave. "I can check it out for you."

She looked up at him, tears still shimmering in her eyes, making them look wide and innocent. "It does hurt," she admitted softly, "but not too bad."

He stood up from the chair, the movement sudden and decisive. "Well, we are going to check it out just to be sure." Before she could protest, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. He carried her effortlessly down the hall to the bedroom, the neighbor following close on his heels.

They entered the bedroom, and he laid her down on the duvet. The neighbor immediately moved to the foot of the bed, his hands hooking into the belt loops of her skinny jeans. With a firm tug, he dragged them down her legs and tossed them aside. She lay there, exposed from the waist down, a deep flush rising on her chest and cheeks. She had always had a thing for him—watching him do yard work in the hot summer sun, the outlines of his pecs visible through his sweat-laden shirt had been a secret fantasy for months. Now, seeing him between her legs, the reality was overwhelming.

"I know you said it isn’t bad," the neighbor murmured, his hands sliding up her inner thighs, his touch electric. "And this won’t even leave a bruise... but don’t you want to feel good?"

She looked up at the man standing by the bed, her eyes wide with excited nervousness, silently begging for permission. He met her gaze with a slow, knowing smile and a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

In a moment of pure, unadulterated glee, she shouted, "Yes!"

CRACK.

The sound was sharp and loud, his palm connecting with her cheek in a stinging slap that instantly silenced her shout. At the same moment, the neighbor hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs.

"Now," he said sharply, looming over her, "instead of bitching and moaning all week about going out, you’ll ask nicely. But tonight, you’ll see just how much fun we can have at home!"

He unzipped his pants, and his hard shaft flopped out, landing heavily onto her face with a wet flap. Below, the neighbor spread her legs wide, exposing her to the cool air of the room before he lowered his head to enjoy his meal.

Grabbing both sides of her head, he pressed down, forcing her neck to bend over the side of the bed. He slid his cock down her throat, the angle allowing him deep access. Simultaneously, the neighbor set to work, his thumb tracing the alphabet on her clit while his tongue parted her folds, tasting her wetness.

With her in this *** position, he reached down and ***led her shirt back, revealing her tits, bare and braless. He grabbed and squeezed her left breast roughly, teasing the right nipple with his other hand, all while sliding slowly in and out of her wet throat.

"Such a pretty, silly little slut," he cooed, his tone sweet yet demeaning. "No bra? Really? You really wanted a rise out of me."
Her nipple stiffened instantly under his touch, and she let out a soft moan—or at least she tried to. It came out as a muffled, strangled sound, half-hymn and half-gag. The vibrations traveled down the length of his thick cock, and he groaned, shoving deeper to fully grasp the feeling.

They fell into a rhythmic motion. The neighbor dined deeper into her dripping cunt, making loud, wet slurping noises as he ate her out with enthusiasm. Her breathing grew ragged, and eventually, her legs wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more contact. She attempted a louder, more intense moan, the sensation building to a peak.

The vibration of her cry around his shaft pushed him over the edge. He shoved deeper into her throat, and they climaxed in unison—him spilling into her stomach, her hips bucking as she came over the neighbor's now-shining face.

He pulled away, a thick string of spit connecting the tip of his cock to her lower lip before breaking. The neighbor stood up as well, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. Together, they lifted her by the waist and arms, hoisting her into the air between them.

They positioned her above both of their waiting manhoods. With a shared, ruthless coordination, they shoved her down. He entered her tight ass, while the neighbor filled her velvet pussy. Her feet dangled ***ly, unable to touch the ground, leaving her completely suspended between them.

He reached around and cuffed her arms behind her back, taking away any remaining control she might have had. They began to slide her up and down their shafts like a fuck doll, using her body for their own amusement. They savored every shriek of pleasure that escaped her throat, the dual penetration overwhelming her senses.

She began to moan louder, the sounds mixing with the slap of skin against skin, doing it partly out of pleasure but also just to get a rise out of them. Suddenly, they stopped. The neighbor leaned in and locked her into a messy, dominating kiss. "Just shut up for a second," he growled against her lips.

Then, they picked up the pace, thrusting upward with renewed vigor. They pistoned into her, the friction intense and unrelenting. Her pussy began to quiver, her ass tightened like a vice, and her legs started to spasm uncontrollably.

It was the cue they were waiting for. They finished in sync yet again, this time deep inside her, though the sheer volume was too much, and cum still dripped out from the cracks, running down her thighs.

Slowly, they lifted her up off of them. He uncuffed her arms, the *** rushing back into her limbs. They collapsed onto the bed together, a tangled heap of sweaty, exhausted limbs. All three of them were too drained to clean up the mess they had made. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a heavy, intoxicating perfume. Within moments, they drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[Pr****]

So hot! Loved this

[Gracelyn82]

Ok Shakespeare