"The Peephole"


This story is a little embarrassing to relate because some of the
things that Carmen and I did could be considered perverted. I
don't embarrass easily and I like most things related to sex, but
even I blush a little when I think about what I did to my
boyfriend without his consent. It all started about three months
ago when Carmen and Peter Mallory moved into the apartment next
to mine.

Although I have a great boyfriend, I like the freedom of living
alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about 30 minutes away, but stays
over two or three nights during the week, and almost always on
Friday, Saturday and Saturday nights. It was one of those lazy
Saturdays in central Oregon; overcast and rainy. Jeff and I
stayed in bed late making love in a slow and feel-good way until
late morning. When we finally did get up, we lazed around the
place and ate breakfast on my covered balcony. As we were
finishing up, a big van pulled into our long driveway.

My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been converted into
six units. I knew that the apartment behind mine was empty and
that there were new tenants moving into it soon, but I didn't
know anything about them. So, being the snoop that I am, I made
Jeff stay out on the balcony with me while we waited for a
glimpse of them. I think we were both interested in what they
would be like, but all we could see at first was the top of the
big 24-foot van. Then the couple got out of the truck and pulled
the rear roll-up door open.

My first impression of them was surprise. The woman was wearing
short cutoffs. I mean, "short" cutoffs. She had to have cut the
pockets out of them, because you would have been able to see the
white material hanging out if there had been any. I thought that
that was kind of slutty, and it interested me. I looked over at
Jeff and could see she had his interest. Looking back, I had my
first sight of the husband. He was interesting too; one of those
hard-bodied guys with smooth hairless skin and a light tan that
looked like it covered his whole body, if you know what I mean.

They looked like they were in their mid-thirties, and obviously
athletic. I began to hope that I might have a couple of new
partners to run with me; they both looked like they were runners.
I love to run for about 10 miles at dusk every evening, but Jeff
keeps giving me the riot act about "women running alone on a
deserted road at night". It would be great if I could get my new
neighbors to go with me, I thought. It's more fun to run with
someone, and even though they were probably 15 years older than
me, I didn't think either one of them have any trouble keeping
up.

With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested that we get
dressed and help our new neighbors move in. We threw on our
Levi's and just by coincidence, we each grabbed one of Jeff's
company's black T-shirts that says "Structural Engineers Keep It
Up Longer" and went down to introduce ourselves.

We noisily made our way down the spiral stairs two steps at a
time, which is the way we normally descend from my crows-nest
apartment. As we hit the bottom of the staircase} we almost fell
into the lady as she was coming though the door. She looked
surprised at first, but after introductions and an offer to help,
she quickly recovered pulling us by the arm outside to meet her
husband.

"Peter! Look what we have here! Free labor, and they dress alike
too!"

We got to know each other pretty well right from the beginning.
Both Carmen and Peter are runners, just as I'd thought they might
be, and I quickly found myself with companions on my evening
jogs. Carmen and I ran every evening, and Peter joined us when he
was home. He works in the forestry industry as an inspector and
has to spend at least one night a week out on the road, sometimes
two or three nights depending on the time of the year.

Carmen and I quickly became close friends. The age difference
made no difference to either of us. She confided in me as if I
was her sister, and I found myself doing the same. She wasn't shy
about life issues either.

They had moved into the apartment just behind mine. The lady who
had lived there prior to them had been as quiet as a
church-mouse. But once Carmen and Peter moved in I realized that
you could hear every sound they made. Our bedrooms butted up
against each other's. (That lady who used to live next to me must
have had some interesting nights listening to Jeff and me going
at it. When I realize what she must have heard coming from my
bedroom, I can't help but blush).

Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested in my job.
Doing research for a marketing company on the Internet is unusual
for a full time job I know, but I didn't understand why Carmen
was so interested in the details. Then one evening when we'd just
finished our run, she finally came to the point.

She said, "I hope this doesn't shock you Kristen, but Peter and I
were members on a swingers club based in Portland."

We were doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises outside in the
yard when she told me that, and I have to admit she had piqued my
interest. I had never met anyone that was into that sort of thing
before. Carmen didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged
ahead with a nervous quiver in her voice.

"You see, the reason we moved into the hinterlands of Oregon is
because Peter was becoming jealous of the relationships I was
having with other men. He was doing it with other women, but just
couldn't take it when I did the same thing."

There I was - standing is a half crouch in mid-stretch - staring
at this attractive woman, and fantasizing about her having sex
with half the male population of Portland. I couldn't believe it.
My mouth may have been open, I can't remember. But true to form,
Carmen didn't let the silence draw out and quickly came to the
point.

"The reason I'm telling you my little secret Kristen, is that you
said you did Internet work, and well, I don't have a computer,
and was wondering if I could use yours to do a little e-mail with
old flames, and maybe download a few pictures."

That I understood. When I first started on the Internet, it
hadn't taken long before I was trading smut with other smut
worshipers. Even though I got over the picture phase, I still
dabble in erotic texts, and a newsgroup or two.

"Sure Carmen, any time you want to, my schedule is super flexible
and you can use my computer whenever the urge strikes," I smiled
knowingly.

She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained, "It's just
that after all the sexual activity I'm used to, I need something
extra to keep the intensity up. Peter is a great lover, but I
find that I still need a little external stimulation to keep the
spice in our sex."

"No problem here, I do a little erotic story writing myself, Jeff
and I read sexy stories to each other from time-to-time, and I
know exactly what you mean." I felt that I did know what she
meant, but as time would show, I was a real innocent compared to
Carmen.

She took me up on my offer immediately; dragging me up to my
bedroom office and making me log on. Once I logged on to the
Internet for her, I told her to be sure to shut everything down
and that I'd be in the kitchen cleaning up if she needed
anything.

She surprised me again by begging me to stay and meet her on-line
friends. "I don't want to get into trouble with Peter, and I
figure if you're here with me, it's more like us girls messing
around than me surfing the swingers network," she pleaded.

I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen continued to plead with me
to stay. Since I was curious anyway, I let her talk me into
staying.

In short order, Carmen was book-marking sites I'd never heard of
before… Real-time chat-rooms, and newsgroups. She seemed to be
well-known in the chat rooms, and had her own Hotmail account
called Carmensex@hotmail.com. I was amazed at the amount of
people she contacted in such a short time! And the things she
said really opened my eyes! I guess Carmen wasn't exaggerating
when she told me that she and Peter had been swingers. She went
into one chat room, and at least four guys told her how much they
missed her, and praised her attributes to the skies.

Well, after two hours of this I was shimmering. I'd never known
anyone in real life who had had sex with so many people. I
couldn't help it, I wondered how she stayed looking so good, when
she must have abused her body with that kind of life style. Later
that evening, I barraged Carmen with lots of questions about the
swinging sub-culture. She seemed to enjoy answering even the most
intimate questions, apparently both of them kept exact figures on
how many people they'd had sex with. Still, Carmen shocked me
when she told me that she had been with 312 partners over the
past five years, and not all of them had been men.

Our relationship changed after that night. We shared our secret
life - keeping what we were doing from both Peter and Jeff. I
couldn't tell Jeff because he and Peter were becoming buddies,
and I knew that Jeff would let something slip. and I didn't want
to get Carmen in trouble with her husband.

Things went on about the same for a month or so. Carmen would
come over to my place in the evening when Jeff wasn't there, and
we'd submerge ourselves in this perverted world of swinging,
cheating, sexual contact with other people who were actually
doing it. Then about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy
evening of Internet surfing and chat; as Carmen was logging off
she turned to me and put her hand on my leg and looked into my
eyes searchingly.

I almost jumped out of the chair. I'd just changed into my
running gear, and had my running shorts and tank top on. Her hand
on my exposed thigh really made me feel funny. I'd been turned-on
all night because Carmen had been having some really imaginative
cyber-sex with "Prince" one of her favorites, so my nerves were
already on end. I needed to run to wear off some of the sexual
tension that had been building up in me.

Gently massaging my thigh, Carmen said, "I'd love to see you and
Jeff make love to each other."

You could have literally heard a pin drop in the room as I sat
there looking back at her pretty smiling eyes. I was instantly
aroused with fear. Up to that point, my sexual excitement had
been unfocused. I had been a spectator. But now with this pretty
"experienced older woman" rubbing my leg, and staring into my
eyes, I knew that something exciting was about to happen, and I
was finding it difficult to breath.

All I could think of to say was, "Jeff wouldn't go for that, and
what about Peter?"

"They don't have to know about it. I'm thinking about a little
shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want.
You can even invite Jeff to watch if you want to."

I was still stunned, "How. . . I don't know Carmen, that's maybe
a little over the top, don't you think? I mean if we go down that
road, mightn't we mess up a good friendship?"

Carmen looked worried, and quickly said, "Kristen, I would never
jeopardize our friendship, honest. I've just been fantasizing
about you and Jeff for months now, and after being with you so
many evenings cruising the swingers pages, and, well. . .
listening to you guys through the wall, you know, well I just
thought that maybe we knew each other well enough for me to
suggest something that I know would be fun is all."

The idea was gaining appeal to me. If we could arrange to do this
without being caught, it sounded like a maximum rush the more I
thought about it. I wasn't ashamed about sex with Jeff, and the
thought of this good looking woman watching me enjoy my boyfriend
was turning me on like a jolt of electricity, after all, it was
just watching.

I smiled at Carmen and asked, "So if we did this crazy thing, how
could we watch each other without the guys catching us?"

"Simple sweetheart…a peephole," she said.

"Huh? I thought you were talking about hiding in the wardrobe or
something." I was confused now.

"A strategically placed peephole in our adjoining bedroom wall.
That way neither one of us will know when someone else is
watching or not. It will heighten the sex act with our men every
time." She was smiling radiantly at me now.

I was so wet by this time, I agreed with Carmen just so she would
go home because I needed to relieve my sexual tension, and I
wasn't ready for anyone to watch me do it. But she knew what I
was trying to do, and she smiled and took my hand and pulled me
gently over to my bed.

I knew what was happening, I just didn't know how to react. I
wanted Carmen to leave, but I was so excited about the unknown.
What was she going to do? I could actually feel my heart pounding
in my throat, it was almost painful.

As I sat on the bed, Carmen knelt down in front of me and almost
in a whisper said, "You'll like this… trust me, Kristen."

I looked down at my lap and noticed that the front of my shorts
had a small wet spot on them. I couldn't believe how hot I was;
nothing like that had ever happened to me before! Numbly, I
watched as Carmen pulled the snap apart on the waistband of my
clinging shorts. I continued to sit there as she pulled the
zipper down.

As she began to pull at the waistband trying to remove my shorts,
I realized that I didn't have any underwear on. I had a momentary
flash of embarrassment at the thought of what Carmen would think
when she saw I wasn't wearing any. Then the foolishness of that
thought hit me full force! Here I was, being undressed by another
woman, and I was worried that she would think I was a slut or
something! I started to giggle a little hysterically at the
incongruity of the situation.

Within seconds of that thought, Carmen had pulled my shorts off
with a little help from me, leaving me naked from the waist down,
still giggling, or maybe a better word would be sobbing.

I was so frightened that I didn't know if I was coming or going.
Carmen gently pushed me backwards onto the bed, and placed my
right hand between my legs. She whispered in my ear, "Honey, I
want to see you come! Bring yourself off for Carmen. Please come
for me baby!"

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 gigantic
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 Goooooooodd!!"

The air rushed out of my lungs as I 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 slowing
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 YOU'RE KILLING ME. . . GOD,
YES!"

I had lost control. That had never happened to me before. Even in
my most pleasurable orgasms, 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 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 suggested 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 already
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 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 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 anywhere 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 cock is something 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 its 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 are 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 grabbed 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 grinding 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
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!!