The Peephole Part 2

After that night things changed in my life. I'd never

seriously considered having sex with another woman

before. I'd never even thought about gay sex; I like

what Jeff's big stiff Nordic penis has to offer too

much to switch genders.

However, I had to admit that the encounter with Carmen

was something I'd never forget.

About noon, she knocked on my door, and when I opened

it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hey honey, how're

we feeling? You were really hot last night!" Her eyes

sparkled. "I've stopped by to drill that hole. Okay

with you?"

"Yes, I guess so, though after last night I'm not sure

I'll be up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've

never been before."

Carmen didn't seem at all put out. "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 feel like to watch

another couple making love, but as I thought about her

words I began to feel sexually excited again. I

surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn

that I'd had enough to last a week.

Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above

my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be

too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd

brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror,

which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The

mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had

an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.

We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed

against the far wall so that it offered a good view

from the peephole. When we were done moving the big

stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole

for height and field of vision, so 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 into the next room.

I realized that Carmen had already installed a mirror

in her room, but that I could see the whole room

without obstruction. "They're two-way mirrors, aren't

they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Yup, they are. So, can you see all right?" she asked.

"Perfectly. But I still can't believe we're doing

something this perverted! If my mother knew about

this, I know she wouldn't like it! As for Jeff, well

I'm afraid to guess what he'd say."

I was extremely nervous about Jeff discovering our

little setup.

-=*=-

That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we post-

poned the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, so

after watching "Merlin" on ABC we went to bed, with sex

on our minds.

I felt a bit guilty about the sex I'd had with Carmen,

behind Jeff's back, and I suppose I wanted to prove to

myself that I was "all woman." At any rate, I intended

to give Jeff some great sex that night.

He knew it too, because whenever I suggest starting off

with a shared shower he knows that I mean to eat him up!

Jeff stripped and headed for the bathroom. He stood in

front of the shower doors, adjusting the water

temperature, while I discarded my T-shirt and bra in

the bedroom. I was about to follow him when I heard a

knock from Carmen's side of the wall; three knocks,

then three more. It was our prearranged signal, which

we'd decided to use for the first couple of times, and

indicated that someone was watching.

Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer

caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I

hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching

me while I was stark naked?

I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I

guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little

arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.

The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the

mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the

swinging mode, and letting him watch us fucking would

be a good start down that road.

I felt a little used but, surprisingly, that served only

to arouse me. 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 momentary

annoyance that Carmen could be looking at my man in all

his glory.

I had prepared myself to look at Peter, but I hadn't

given any thought to how I might feel about others seeing

my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that

if Carmen succeeded in her aim with Peter, she'd want

to have sex with Jeff, and that Peter would then be

fucking me. It was too much to take in all at once!

All I knew was that I felt super-horny, displaying myself

to a strange man. I wondered if he had an erection

because of me. Then I wondered if it was Carmen at the

peephole, with Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock dangling

invitingly before her vision.

It was time to stop thinking and have some fun! If being

watched was going to make having sex with Jeff as good

as it promised, then I was glad she'd talked Peter into

watching us.

I put on my slinky walk and glided toward my man. He had

just stepped into the shower when I came up behind him,

letting the water cascade off his broad back and splash

my front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing

his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very straight-

forward about life, and a god in bed!)

He reached behind me to close the shower door. I let him

do it but I was determined, this time, not to perform my

usual shower routine with him. When I want to reward Jeff

for being good, I usually make him come twice - once in

the shower, and once in bed, between my legs.

I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making

it up to him on the bed, where our neighbors could watch

us.

I soon became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin

touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and to 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 found my resolve breaking down.

I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back when it was

my turn to soap his body.

Damn, I was right! When he had me clean, both inside and

out, it was all I could do to stand up. My legs were

trembling under me as I squeezed some liquid body soap

into my hands and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring

the feel of his soapy skin, I ran my hands down Jeff's

chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley

stomach.

When I reached his beautiful straining cock, I stepped

right up close, rubbing my very erect nipples against

his chest while reaching down soapy hands to fondle his

cock and massage his heavy balls.

To feel Jeff's soapy cock is an awesome experience! That's

the only time I feel a little jealous of men. They have

this wonderful toy just hanging there whenever they want

it, it's just there for them.

I began to jack on Jeff's big stiff pole and suddenly

thought of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these

body parts in her turn, and what would go through her

mind while she massaged my boyfriend's nuts in the

shower? The thought made me shiver.

And what would it feel like for me to do it to Peter,

maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff

was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall.

In my fancy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real

world I'd been jacking off my man's soapy cock, and it

looked as though he was about to come. Damn!

I quickly took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook

and aimed it directly at Jeff's erection to give it a

quick rinse. At the same time I bumped open the shower

door (it didn't really matter with the shower nozzle

hanging down by its hose).

I would have normally closed the door again, but not

tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff was

still standing, trembling, against the shower wall, now

in full view of our voyeur neighbors, and I was contem-

plating the tip of his shiny wet cock, swaying in the

cooling air. (I love Jeff's cock, especially when it's

squeaky clean from the shower.)

I could tell he was on the verge of coming, so I wrapped

the fingers of my right hand around his shaft, grabbed

his nuts with my left hand and squeezed lightly as I

knelt in front of him. I had total control over him at

that moment, either to cause him pain or to give him

pleasure (so far I've always chosen pleasure!).

One more squeeze on his stiff shaft, and the first gout

of hot white come spurted onto my chest. I couldn't stop

myself, and with an ecstatic moan I took his big wet cock

into my mouth as deep as I could.

The next surge of hot come pulsed into the back of my

throat, almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened

my stomach muscles and began swooping my lips up and

down my man's supercock. (God, I love Jeff!)

I could hear him groaning as he let himself go in my

mouth. I made a big show of swallowing. Girls don't have

an Adam's Apple, but it's still possible to tell when

they're swallowing. I was sexually super-charged at that

point, knowing that people were watching us, and probably

touching each other up on the other side of the wall.

They had to be going crazy over there, but they were only

an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff's

hot sperm.

He was so sensitive by then that his whole body jerked

each time my tongue ran across his cock head. (I really

had fun with that!)

-=*=-

We dried each other as usual, and I went downstairs to

get a couple of iced teas.

It's always an adventure to go to my kitchen with no

clothes on. My apartment is really no more than 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 are on the next floor up (third floor).

So, when you go out to the kitchen you're really going

where anyone coming into the building could look up the

stairwell and see you.

I do it all the time, but so far I don't think anyone has

seen me.

Anyway, when I got back, and after we had a few sips of

our tea, we began messing around again on the couch, and

I became horny all over again.

I knew that Carmen and her husband were probably fucking

each other while Jeff and I were lying in each other's

arms. I could hear next door; faintly that their

bedsprings were making a rhythmic squeaking sound, and

the temptation to go over to the peephole and remove the

mirror so I could watch them became almost a physical

thing.

The thought of Peter's sperm shooting from his body into

Carmen's, possibly 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.

Suddenly I had to get release, so I climbed onto Jeff and

began stroking his magic love tool to get it fully hard,

intending to ride him until I came. But Jeffrey had other

ideas.

He grabbed my breasts and began massaging them with his

strong hands. Wonderful sensations arose between my legs

each time he twisted a nipple.

Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he

laid me down. It never fails to give me a rush when he

lifts me as effortlessly as if I were a featherweight and

puts me down wherever he wants my body. I always feel

weak and vulnerable against that Viking strength of his.

While I lay 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 even

more freely just as Jeff was putting his tongue 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 under his tongue. After a couple of minutes of

pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and pulled his

moist face against mine. We kissed, deeply, as I took

back what I had given.

I love kissing. If you know me at all, you already know

that about me. I could kiss all night long; in between

fucking, of course!

After a while, I felt that we owed our voyeur neighbors

a little more action to pay them back for the excitement

they'd added to my sex this evening. So, tearing my lips

away from Jeff's, I moaned in his ear: "Fuck me, caveman!

Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I want it deep

and hard. Get those rocks off in me, baby! (Jeff likes

a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful

maleness, and it's easy for me, because I like talking

dirty to him.)

"Come on, make me scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide

that I'll be spoiled for other men! Come on, honey fuck

me! I need your big cock rammed deep into me. Fuck me

like an animal!" (Yes, that's the kind of thing I really

do say when we're doing it. I know it looks corny in

print, but believe me, when Jeff has his big beautiful

cock poised, it just comes out naturally!)

I watched him rise up over me, the muscles on his biceps

standing out like ropes. He poised himself over my opened

body as if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so

erect that even in that pose it was almost tight against

his stomach.

I held my breath. My animal-man swooped his body against

me in one quick thrust and entered me on the first attempt.

Jeff seems to have that particular knack.

"Oh...!!" In an instant I was full of cock. Jeff had

thrust right home and was straining his pubic bone hard

against my mound. To become instantly full, and to be so

wet, is the ultimate pleasure for me. One of the things

I like best about fucking is the feeling of becoming

filled up. For me, there's nothing to touch it in the

world. It gives me a feeling of "completeness" that I

didn't have a moment before. And Jeff fills me up soooo

nicely.

As he drilled me with his rigid manhood, I heard sounds

again from the next apartment and saw the mirror begin to

move. I couldn't concentrate on it at the time because

Jeff became the animal I'd called him. He jabbed into me,

pulled all the way out, then thrust again to the hilt,

grinding his pubic bone against my clitoris.

Pulled out, thrust to the hilt, again and again. Faster

and faster, my body was being jerked around by his animal

power. I felt helpless, like a rag doll, as he used my

body for his 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 had started to hyperventilate because I could only

breathe at moments when Jeff was pulling out of me.

Each time he crashed back into me the breath was forced

out of my body, so I had to take quick shallow breaths to

keep some oxygen inside me.

Vaguely I heard a crash, which sounded like the windows

of my apartment breaking; then a mind-numbing orgasm

surged through my body, radiating from our union point and

exiting through my fingertips. My body exploded in pure

pleasure.

Jeff suddenly stopped thrusting into me, holding me in

a bear hug as his body quivered above mine and inside me.

In a moment of sanity I felt the first gush of hot come

shoot towards my womb, then another orgasmic contraction

took hold of my body and I forgot even to breathe.

When it was all over we lay quietly in each other's arms,

as we always do after great sex. And after a while, when

the blood had slowed in our veins, and the ocean noises

quieted in our ears, both of us sat up and listened to

the racket going on in the Mallorys' apartment.

It was quite obvious what they were doing over there!

Jeff looked at the opposite wall and 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 as not

to cut bare his feet.

I watched his muscley butt flex as he stood on his toes to

look through the peephole. I held my breath as I waited

for his reaction.

The noise from the other room had got louder, and I could

hear Carmen crying out. What would Jeff do when he realized

that our neighbors must have been watching him fuck me?

Would he be disgusted with me for being a pervert and

letting them watch us?

He was at the peephole for the longest time. And I admired

his body as his leg muscles flexed from standing on tiptoe.

At last he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in

relief because he had this big grin on his face, and his

Nordic flagpole was waving a big hello at me.

Now my only worry is: where is all this peephole stuff

going to lead?!

-=*=-

Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his

encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a

good job editing my little story.