Kristen’s Peephole

After that night things changed in my life. I had never seriously considered sex with another woman before. I had never even thought about gay sex before, I like the big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has to offer too much to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the encounter with Carmen was something I’d never forget. About noon, Carmen knocked on my door. “Hey honey, how’re we feeling? You were really hot last night!” She smiled, with eyes sparkling, “I stopped by to drill a hole today; that okay with you?” “Yes, I guess so. I’m not sure that after last night I’m up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I’ve never been before.” Carmen said, “That’s okay with me honey, you can watch tonight, I’ll be the one doing the entertaining!” I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to really watch another couple making love. When I thought about what Carmen had said, I began to feel instant sexual excitement again. I was surprised; only a moment ago I would have sworn that I’d had enough to last a week. Carmen drilled a one inch hole in the wall above my bed, and when I mentioned that a hole that large would be pretty obvious, she smiled and reached into the bag she’d brought with her and pulled out a little wall mirror. It wasn’t more than 10 inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice hanging on the wall. We had to rearrange the furniture so that my bed would be on the far wall to offer a good view from the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen sug- gested that I check out the peephole for height and field of vision. I pulled out my little two-step stepladder and climbed to eye level with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the hole. I realized that the mirror on her side was still in place, but that I could see the whole room without obstruction. “They’re two-way mirrors aren’t they?” I asked, knowing full well that that was exactly what they were. “Yup, they are. So can you see all right?” Carmen asked. “Yes, perfectly. I still can’t believe we’re doing something this perverted! If my mother knew about this, I don’t know what she’d do! And Jeff, well I just have no idea what he’d say.” I was blushing at the thought of Jeff finding out about our little setup. -=*=- That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we had to put things off for a night. Jeff wanted to have sex, so after watching “Merlin” on ABC, we went to bed with sex on our minds. I was feeling a little guilty about the sex I’d had behind Jeff’s back, and maybe wanted to prove to myself that I was “all woman,” at any rate I was planning on giving him some great sex that night. And he knew it too, because when I suggest starting off with a shared shower, he knows that I plan on eating him up! We stripped and headed for the bathroom. Jeff was al- ready standing in front of the shower doors, adjusting the water temperature as I was discarding my T-shirt and bra. As I turned to follow him, I heard a knock from Carmen’s side of the wall. There were three knocks, then three more. It was our prearranged signal that the other was watching. (We had decided to use the knock signal the first time or two, so there would be no doubt.) As I stood there naked, I know I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn’t prepared. Was Peter watching me stand- ing there stark naked? I had thought we weren’t going to do anything tonight. Then I realized that Carmen had probably told Peter about our little arrangement in the hopes of loosening him up a little. The whole scenario ran through my mind as I stood there staring at the mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and letting him watch us fucking would be a big start down that road. All of a sudden, I felt a little used, but that feeling only served to make me more aroused. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed that you could see straight through the bathroom door to the shower doors. I felt a moment’s jealousy when I realized that Carmen would be able to see my man in all his finery. I had expected to see Peter first, the thought had never even crossed my mind about how I’d feel letting them see my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen was successful in her aim, she’d want to have sex with Jeff, and Peter would be fucking me. This was too much to take in all at once! All I knew was that I was super-horny being on display before a strange man’s eyes. I wondered if he had an erection because of me, then I wondered if it was Carmen at the peephole looking at Jeff’s semi-erect Viking cock dangling heavily before her gaze. Time to stop thinking about it and have some fun! If having sex with Jeff while being watched was any- where as good as the sex I’d had last night, well then I guessed I was glad that Carmen had talked Peter into watching us tonight. I put on my slinky walk, and glided on air toward my man. He had just stepped into the shower as I came up behind him. I stepped in and let the water that was cascading off his broad back splash onto my front. Jeff turned to face me with his Jeff smile spread lustily across his handsome face. (I love Jeff, he’s really very straight forward about life, and he’s a god in bed.) Jeff reached around me to close the shower door. I let him do it without protest, but was determined not to do my usual shower routine. When I want to reward him for being good, I usually make him come twice, once in the shower, and once in bed; between my legs. I knew he’d be disappointed, but I also knew I could make it up to him later on the bed, where our neighbors could watch. I became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and squeeze, and to be rubbed and squeezed in the shower. After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap between my legs, I was finding my resolve breaking down. I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist, when it was my turn to soap his body. Damn, I was right. When he had me clean inside and out, it was all I could do to stand. My legs were trembling under me as I squeezed some liquid body soap into my hand and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring the feel of his soapy skin I ran my hands down his chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach. When my hands made contact with his beautiful straining cock, I stepped up close to him, rubbing my very erect nipples against his chest while reaching down to soap his smooth cock and massage slimy soap into his heavy balls. Oh, the feel of Jeff’s soapy genitalia is some- thing to experience! That thought made me involuntarily think of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these wonderful parts, what would she think while she was standing in my shower, with my boyfriend, massaging his nuts. The thought thrilled me, and then what would it feel like to do this to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched… All of a sudden I noticed that Jeff was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall. In my fantasy world, I had been fucking two men, but in the real world, I was jacking off my man’s soapy cock and he looked like he wasn’t going to get out of the shower without coming. Damn! I quickly took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook and aimed it directly on Jeff’s long hard cock to give it a quick rinse. At the same time I bumped into the shower door and it swung open. It didn’t really matter with the shower nozzle hanging down from it’s hose. I think I would have normally closed the door anyway, but not tonight! (I heard three faint knocks again.) Jeff was still standing trembling against the shower wall, now in full view of our neighbors, and I was looking at the tip of his shiny wet cock swinging in the cooling air. I love Jeff’s cock, especially when it’s squeaky clean from the shower. I could tell he was going to come, so I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his burning shaft, grabbed his nuts with my other hand and squeezed, as I knelt in front of his strong tanned body. I knew I had total control over him at that moment. I could cause him pain, or give him pleasure. (I have always chosen pleasure!) One more squeeze on his large cock shaft, and the first spurt of hot white sperm jumped out onto my chest. I couldn’t help myself, with a moan of sexual pleasure I sunk his big hot wet cock as deeply as I possibly could into my mouth. I felt the next surge of hot cum pulse into the back of my throat almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened my stomach muscles and began bobbing my lips up and down my man’s wonderful cock. (God, I love Jeff!) I could hear him groaning as he released himself in my mouth. I made a special show of swallowing. Girls don’t have an Adam’s Apple, but you can still tell when they are swallowing. I was sexually super-charged knowing that people were actually watching us! I knew they must be touching each other on the other side of the wall. They had to be going crazy over there, but at that moment, they were only an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff’s hot sperm with my tongue. He was so sensitive by then that his whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his sensitive cock head. (Yes, this was really fun!) We dried each other as we usually did, and I went downstairs to get a couple of ice teas. It’s always an adventure to go to the kitchen with no clothes on. My apartment is really two rooms, one on top of the other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up near the front opening of the house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on ‘my first floor’ (second floor of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom and on the next floor up (third floor). So when you go out to the kitchen, you’re really going out where anyone could look up the stairwell and see you. I do it all the time, and so far I don’t think anyone has seen me. So, when I got back and after we had our tea, we began to mess around again and began to get really horny all over again. I knew that Carmen and her husband were probably fucking each other right then as Jeff and I lay in each other’s arms. I could hear their bedsprings giving off a rhythmic squeaking sound. I was so tempted to go over and remove the mirror to watch them that it was almost a physical thing. The thought of Peter’s sperm transferring from his body into Carmen’s at that very moment was such a turn-on for me. Peter making his little deposit in my friend, because Jeff and I had turned him on. I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed onto Jeff and began stroking his wondrous love tool to get it fully hard. I wanted to ride him until I came. Jeffrey had other ideas though. He reached up and grab- bed my breasts and began to massage them with his big strong hands. I could feel wonderful sensations between my legs each time he twisted a nipple. Then he just picked me up and laid me down on the bed. It never fails to give me a rush when he effortlessly lifts me up like I’m a feather and places me where ever he wants my body to be. I always feel so weak and vulnerable in comparison to that Viking strength of his. While I lay there waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I heard the faint three knock signal again. (Boy, they must fuck like a couple of rabbits!) The thought of Peter mounting Carmen and humping her like an animal made me even more juicy, just as Jeff thrust his tongue deep inside my pussy. “Hmmm, we’re certainly ready tonight,” he said with a chuckle. If he only knew, I thought. He started hitting all the right places making me squirm around under his tongue. After a couple of minutes of pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and pulled his moist face to mine. We kissed – deeply – as I took what I gave. I love kissing. If you know me at all, you already know that about me. I could kiss all night long; well, in between the love making of course! After a while, I felt that we should give our voyeur neighbors some more action to keep them happy and pulling my lips away from Jeff’s, I said, “Fuck me, caveman! Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I need it deep, and hard, get those rocks off in me baby! (Jeff likes a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful maleness, which is easy for me, because I like to talk dirty to him.) “Come on, make me bleed, fuck me so hard that I’ll scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide that I’ll be ruined for any other man! Come on, honey! I need a big cock rammed in me, fuck me like an animal!” (Yes, that’s what I really say when we’re doing it. I know it sounds corny in print, but believe me, when Jeff has that big beautiful cock poised, it all works very well; thank you!) I watched him as he rose up over me, muscles standing out on his biceps. He was poised over my opened body as if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so tense that even in that pose it was almost tight against his stomach. I held my breath. . . My animal man lowered his body in a quick thrust and entered me in one try. Jeff has that knack, either we’re perfectly matched or he’s very talented, but he can get really wild and still hit home 99 percent of the time. “Oh. . .!!” I was instantly full of male cock. He had thrust all the way home and was straining his pubic bone hard against my mound. To be instantly full, and to be so wet is the ultimate ecstasy for me. One of the things I like best about fucking is the feeling of being filled up. There’s nothing like it in the world. It gives me a “complete” feeling I didn’t have only a moment before. And Jeff fills me up soooo nicely. As Jeff drilled me with his rigid manhood, I could hear noise in the next apartment. The mirror began to move. I couldn’t concentrate on it, because Jeff became the animal I had called him. He began to jab me, pulling all the way out then thrusting to the hilt, and grind- ing himself against my clitoris. Pull out, thrust to the hilt, again and again. Faster and faster, my whole body was being jerked around underneath his animal power. I felt helpless, just like a rag doll, as he used me for his animal pleasure. “Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k-m-e-h-a-r-d-e-r, f-u-c-k-m-e l-i-k-e a-n a-n-i-m-a-l. . .” I was starting to hyperventilate because I could only breathe at the moments that Jeff was pulling out of me. As he crashed back into my body, my breath was forced out of me, so I had to take quick shallow breaths to keep some oxygen in me. I heard a crash, it sounded like the windows of my apartment were breaking, then a mind-numbing orgasm surged through my body, radiating from our union point out through my fingertips. All of a sudden I noticed that Jeff had stopped thrusting into me, he was holding me in a bear-hug as his body quivered on top of me and inside me. In a moment of sanity, I felt the first gush of his hot sperm shoot into my womb, then another orgasmic contraction took hold of my body and I forgot even to breathe. When it was all over we lay sweetly in each others arms as we are accustomed to do after great sex. After a time, when the blood slowed its rushing through our veins, and the ocean noises quieted in our ears, we both sat up and listened to the racket going on in the Mallory’s apartment. Anyone who cared to listen would know exactly what was going on over there!

Jeff said, “What the hell?” He got off the bed and went directly to the little one inch hole in the wall. The mirror was on the floor in a million pieces, and he had to step carefully so he wouldn’t cut his feet. I watched his musclely butt flex as he stood on his toes to look though the peep- hole. I held my breath as I waited for his reaction. The noise coming from the other room was getting louder, I could hear Carmen moaning loudly. What would Jeff do when he realized that our neighbors had been watching him fuck me? Would he be disgusted with what a pervert I am for letting them watch us? He stood at the peep-hole for the longest time. I admired his body as his legs began to strain from being on tip-toe for so long.