Message-ID: <24221asstr$958810205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: kristenwrites@aol.com (Kristen) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000519210806.28026.00000198@ng-fw1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} "The Peephole Part 2" by Kristen (FF, MF, voy, exh) Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 04:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: peephole.txt (MF-couple, FF, voy) Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com) Story title : The Peephole ------------------------------------------------------ -= This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2000. =- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The Peephole Part 2 by Kristen Kathleen Becker 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. -=*=- (c) May 1998 -- Last ed. 05/18/00 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories = or = http://kristenstories.web1000.com/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* un- protected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per life- time, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~~~~~~~~ "You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from a certain point of view." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+