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Peephole part B
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
Carmen took my hand in hers and began to rub it up and
down over my pussy. I knew what was happening but all
of a sudden I didn't care. The feelings that were
rushing through my body were absolutely wonderful I
began to masturbate myself in front of my pretty girl-
friend, and it was good. She lay beside me with her
lovely face only inches away from my very lubricated
sex. I willingly kept up rhythm , pushing the palm of
my hand over my now swollen clitoris, feeling a gigan-
tic orgasm begin to rise within my body. I heard Carmen
moan softly, and I could feel her chin against my hip
bone. I began to thrust my fingers as deeply inside
myself as I could force them, I was on fire.
"GOD, OH Gooooooooddd" The air rushed out of my lungs
as exploded shivering and shaking in physical delight.
In a detached way I imagined that I was Carmen watching
me come in front of her. I knew that my body was
thrashing around under my handwork, and now her hand
was there too. As I came in long sobbing shivers, I
felt both of Carmen's hands roaming over my open thighs
and between my legs. I felt her lips kissing my inner
thigh. The fabulous sensations seemed to go on longer
than any orgasm I'd ever had before. As I felt a slow-
ing of the spasms, and was about to relax, Carmen moved
between my legs, forcing them wider and began to run
her tongue over and around my hard throbbing clitoris.
I couldn't take it, it was too intense, I started to
scream, NO, Carmen, NO, STOP, PLEASE STOP YOUR KILLING
ME. . . GOD, YES!" I had lost control. That had never
happened to me before. Even in my most pleasurable
orgasm, I'd always had some vestige of control. This
time, Carmen had played me like a musical instrument,
and my body was so sexually overloaded, I was close to
blacking out.
Finally, either Carmen thought I'd had enough, or she
was afraid that someone might investigate because of
the noise I was making, and she pulled her mouth away
from my crotch. (I can still remember how I felt at
that moment. I was crying, my cheeks were wet with
tears, and I couldn't stop sobbing.)
Carmen lay next to me on the bed and hugged me saying,
"See how good it can be when someone is watching you?"
She was giving me that brilliant smile of hers, and
slowly my sobs turned into giggles again, as we cuddled
together on the bed.
I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell
asleep and didn't wake until eight o'clock the next
morning. I was naked in my bed, with the covers pulled
up to my chin. I had never felt better in my life.
-=*=-
After that night things changed in my life. I had never
seriously considered sex with another woman before. I
have 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 the next day Carmen knocked on my door. "Hey
Honey, how we feeling? You were really hot last night."
She smiled with eyes sparkling. "I stopped by to drill
a hole today, that OK 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 OK 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 step-
ladder 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 some-
thing 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 on coming Mack
truck. I hadn't prepared. Was Peter watching me
standing 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 moments 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 anywhere
as good as the voyeur sex I'd had last night, well then
I guessed I was glad that Carmen had talked Peter into
watching 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.
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, were our neighbors could watch.
I became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touch-
ing wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and squeeze, and 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 neigh-
bors. 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 it's 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 gage reflex take over. I tightened my
stomach muscles and began bobbing my lips up and down
my mans 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 Adams Apples, 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 down
stairs 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 there arm in arm. 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 my
juices flow, 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 your's,
I need it deep, and hard, get those rocks off in me."
(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% 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. (Did I tell
you that I love Jeff, he's such and animal when we have
sex) After a time, when the blood slowed it's rushing
through the 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 peephole.
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.
Then he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in
relief. There he was with this big grin on his face,
and his huge Nordic flagpole waving a big hello at me.
Now my only fear is where is all this peephole stuff
gonna lead?
-=*=-
Thank you David Lawrence for your invaluable proof-
reading.
© May 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@hotmail.com
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