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Rose Lane
by Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)

***

What happens when an attractive older couple moves into 
my apartment building. (MF, couples, bi, voy, exh, 
swingers)

***

In the Nineteen ninety's I lived in a great old 
Victorian house on Rose Lane in Bend Oregon. The huge 
old house had been converted into apartments, and I had 
the small one at the very top with my own balcony.

Working as an Internet researcher gave me a lot of free 
time to enjoy outside interests and I had a wonderful 
boyfriend. Life was good, if a little humdrum. But when 
Peter and Carmen Mallory moved in next-door things got 
very interesting...


CHAPTER 1 - Arrival


This story is a little embarrassing for me to tell, 
because some of the things that Carmen and I did could 
easily be considered perverted. I don't embarrass 
easily, and I like most things to do with sex, but even 
I blush a little when I think about what I did to my 
boyfriend without his consent.

It started about three months ago when Carmen and Peter 
Mallory moved into the apartment next to mine...

Although I have a great boyfriend, I enjoy the freedom 
of living alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about thirty 
minutes away, but stays over two or three nights during 
the week, and almost always on Friday and Saturday 
nights.

It was one of those lazy Saturdays in central Oregon; 
overcast and rainy. Jeff and I had stayed in bed late, 
making love in a slow and feel-good way until late 
morning. When at last we did get up, we lazed around 
the place and had breakfast and coffee on my small 
covered balcony.

We were just finishing up when 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 the 
apartment behind mine was empty, and that new tenants 
were expected to move in soon, but I knew nothing 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 saw at first was the top of 
their 24-foot van.

Then a couple got out of the truck and pulled the rear 
roll-up door open. My first impression of them was one 
of surprise. The woman was wearing short cutoffs; and I 
mean SHORT cutoffs. She must have cut the pockets out 
of them, because you'd have been able to see the white 
material hanging out if there had been any. It looked 
kind of slutty, and that interested me. I looked over 
at Jeff and could see that he was interested now too.

I also had my first sight of the man. He was worth 
looking at - one of those hard-bodied guys with smooth, 
hairless skin and a light tan that looked like it 
probably covered his whole body. They looked to be in 
their mid-thirties, and were obviously athletic.

I began to hope that I might soon have a couple of new 
running partners; both of them looked as if they could 
be runners. I like to run about ten miles every evening 
at dusk, but Jeff is always reading 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 though they were probably fifteen 
years older than me, I didn't think either one of them 
would have any trouble keeping up.

With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested 
we get dressed and help our new neighbors move in. We 
threw on our clothes, both of us coincidentally 
grabbing one of Jeff's company's black T-shirts which 
say "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer", and went 
down to introduce ourselves.

We made our way noisily down the spiral stairs, two 
steps at a time, which is how we normally descend from 
my crows-nest apartment. As we hit the bottom of the 
staircase we almost fell into the lady as she came 
through the door.

She looked surprised at first, but after introductions 
and our offer of help she soon recovered, pulling us 
outside by our arms 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 after that. Both 
Carmen and Peter were runners, just as I'd thought they 
might be, and I found myself with company on my evening 
jogs. Carmen and I ran every evening and Peter joined 
us whenever he was home. He works in the forestry 
industry as an inspector and has to spend at least one 
night and sometimes two or three nights out on the 
road.

Carmen and I quickly became close friends, the age 
difference making 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. She and Peter 
had moved into the apartment just behind mine and our 
bedrooms abutted each other's. The lady who lived there 
before had been as quiet as a church mouse, but I found 
I could hear every sound Carmen and Peter made. (The 
previous tenant must have had some interesting nights 
listening to Jeff and me going at it in my bedroom.)

Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested 
in my job. Doing research for a marketing company on 
the Internet is unusual as a full-time job, I know, but 
I couldn't understand why Carmen was so interested in 
the details.

Then, one evening after we'd just finished our run, she 
explained. "I hope this doesn't shock you, Kristen, but 
Peter and I used to belong to a swingers' club in 
Portland."

We were doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises 
outside in the yard at the time and my interest was 
piqued. I'd never met anyone into that sort of thing 
before.

Carmen didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged 
ahead, a slight quiver in her voice. "You see, the 
reason we moved into the hinterlands of Oregon is that 
Peter had become jealous of my relationships with other 
men. He was doing the same with other women, but 
couldn't take me doing it."

I couldn't believe it. I stood in a half-crouch in mid-
stretch, staring at this attractive woman and imagining 
her having sex with half the male population of 
Portland. My mouth may have been open, I'm not sure.

True to form, she 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. Well, I don't have a computer and was 
wondering if I might use yours to e-mail some old 
flames and maybe download a few pictures."

This I could understand. When I first started on the 
Internet, it hadn't taken me long to start trading smut 
with other smut-worshippers. I got over that picture 
phase, but I still dabbled in erotic stories and kept 
in touch with a newsgroup or two.

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

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

"No problem and I know exactly what you mean." I felt 
that I did know what she meant, but time would show 
that I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.

-=*=-

Carmen took me up on my offer immediately, dragging me 
up to my bedroom office and getting me to log on. Once 
I'd logged on to the Internet for her, I told her to be 
sure to shut everything down when she finished, 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 that if you're here with me, 
it'll seem more like us girls messing around than me 
surfing the swingers' network."

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

In short order she was book-marking sites I'd never 
heard of before, real-time chat rooms and newsgroups. 
She seemed to be well known in all of the sex related 
chat rooms and she had her own Hotmail account called 
Carmensex@hotmail.com.

I was amazed at the number of people she managed to 
contact in such a short time. And the kind of things 
she said really opened my eyes! I guess Carmen hadn't 
exaggerated when she said that she and Peter had been 
swingers. In one chat room 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 simmering. I'd 
never known anyone in real life having had sex with so 
many people and I couldn't help wondering how she could 
still look so good, when she must have abused her body 
with that kind of life style.

Later that evening, I bombarded Carmen with questions 
about the swinging sub-culture and she seemed to enjoy 
answering even the most intimate ones. Apparently, both 
she and Peter kept tallies on how many people they'd 
had sex with. Carmen shocked me when she said that 
she'd had 312 partners over the past five years, not 
all of them men.


CHAPTER 2 - My First Lesbian Experience


From that night on we shared a new secret life, one 
that we kept from both Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell 
Jeff because he and Peter were becoming buddies; Jeff 
might let something slip and I didn't want to get 
Carmen into trouble with her husband.

Things went on like this 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, sex, and contact 
with people who were actually doing it.

Then, about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy 
evening of Internet surfing and chat, it happened.

Carmen logged off and turned to me, putting her hands 
on my knees and looking searchingly into my eyes. I 
almost jumped out of my chair. I'd just changed into my 
running gear, and was wearing a tank top and running 
shorts. And having her hands on my bare knees and the 
look in her eyes really made me feel funny.

I'd been turned on all night because Carmen had been 
having some particularly imaginative cybersex with 
"Prince", one of her favorites; so my nerves were 
already on end. I needed to run in order to wear off 
some of the sexual tension that had built up in me.

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

You could have heard a pin drop in the room as I sat 
there, looking back into her smiling eyes. I was 
instantly aroused. Up to that point, my sexual 
excitement had been unfocused; I had been a spectator 
only. Now, with this experienced older woman rubbing my 
leg and staring into my eyes, I knew something exciting 
was about to happen.

I found it difficult to breathe, and all I was able to 
say was: "Jeff wouldn't go for that; and what about 
Peter?"

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

I was still a little stunned. "I-I don't know, Carmen; 
that's a little over the top, don't you think? 

She looked at me seriously, "Kristen, I'd never do 
anything to jeopardize our friendship, honest. It's 
just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for 
months now. After being with you so many evenings, 
cruising the swingers' pages and, well, listening to 
you guys through the wall, I just thought maybe we knew 
each other well enough for me to suggest something I 
know would be fun, that's all."

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed 
to me. If we could arrange it in such a way as not to 
be caught, it would be a maximum rush. I wasn't at all 
bashful about having sex with Jeff, and the thought of 
this attractive woman watching me enjoy him turned me 
on like a current of electricity. Besides, she'd just 
be watching.

I smiled and said, "So, how could we watch each other 
without the guys catching us?"

"Simple, sweetheart, a peephole," she said.

I was confused now. "Huh? I thought we'd have to hide 
in the wardrobe or something."

"We'll have a strategically-placed peephole in our 
joint bedroom wall; that way neither of us will know 
when we're being watched. It'll pep up the sex with our 
men every time, believe me."

She smiled radiantly. I was so horny by this time that 
I agreed with Carmen just so that she'd go home; I 
needed to relieve my sexual tension, and wasn't ready 
for anyone to watch me do it.

She understood and smiled, taking my hand and pulling 
me gently over to my bed. I guessed what she had in 
mind, but didn't know how to react. I wanted Carmen to 
leave, but I was also excited by the unknown. What 
would she do? I felt my heart pounding almost painfully 
in my throat.

I sat down on the bed and Carmen knelt down in front of 
me.

Almost whispering, she said: "You're going to like 
this; trust me, Kristen."

I looked down at my lap and saw a small wet spot on the 
front of my shorts. My body felt unbelievably hot; 
nothing like this had ever happened to me before! I 
felt like I might faint.

She pulled open the snap on the waistband of my 
clinging shorts and I watched numbly while the zipper 
was pulled down. She began to tug at the waistband, 
trying to remove my shorts.

I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear 
and flushed with embarrassment at the thought of 
Carmen's likely reaction. Then the foolishness of that 
thought hit me full force. I was being stripped by 
another woman and worrying that she might find me 
improperly dressed! I giggled a little hysterically at 
the absurdity of the idea.

In no time at all Carmen, with a little help from me, 
had removed my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist 
down and still giggling (though sobbing might be the 
more appropriate word). I was so nervous I didn't know 
whether I was coming or going.

Carmen pushed me backwards onto the bed, and directed 
my right hand between my legs, whispering in my ear: 
"Honey, I want to see you cum! Bring yourself off for 
Carmen. Cum for me, baby!"

She put her hand over mine and began rubbing slowly up 
and down my slit. I was embarrassed at first, but 
amazing feelings were rushing through my body. I soon 
forgot all about modesty and began masturbating, right 
in front of Carmen - and it felt good!

She lay down beside me with her face only inches away, 
whispering soft encouragements. I kept up a good 
rhythm, rubbing my palm back and forth over my swollen 
clit and soon felt a gigantic orgasm begin to rise.

Carmen moaned, and I felt the vibration of it from her 
chin that was now pressing against my hipbone. I began 
to thrust my fingers into myself as deep as I could 
force them. I was on fire.

"GOD! OH GOD!!" The air rushed out of my lungs as my 
orgasm exploded, leaving me shivering and shaking in 
ecstasy. I imagined myself as Carmen, watching me cum 
a few inches from her face. My body was writhing around 
as a result of my own handiwork and now her hands had 
joined in too.

As I came in long, sobbing shivers, I felt both of 
Carmen's hands roaming over and between my parted 
thighs and her lips kissing me high on my inner thighs. 
The electric sensations lasted longer than in any 
previous orgasm I'd ever had before in my life. 

Eventually my spasms quieted down, and I was about to 
relax when Carmen moved in between my legs, forcing 
them apart. My body jerked with the shock of tongue 
running over and around my sensitive throbbing clit. I 
couldn't take it. It was all too intense for me and I 
started to scream: "NO, Carmen! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! 
YOU'RE KILLING ME! ... OH GOD, YES!"

I had completely lost control of my reactions. That had 
never happened to me before; even in my most powerful 
orgasms with a guy I'd maintained some element of 
control. This time, though, Carmen had played me like a 
musical instrument, and my body was so sexually 
overloaded that I came close to blacking out.

Eventually, either she thought I'd had enough or was 
afraid that the noise I was making would bring someone 
in to investigate, and she took her mouth out of my 
crotch.

I can still remember how it felt. My cheeks were wet 
with tears and I couldn't stop sobbing.

Carmen lay down beside me and hugged me. "See how good 
it can be when someone's watching," she said. She was 
smiling that brilliant smile of hers and slowly my sobs 
turned back into giggles as we cuddled 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, when I found myself still naked in bed, with 
the covers pulled up to my chin. I'd never felt better 
in my life. 


CHAPTER 3 - The Peephole


About noon, Carmen knocked on my door, and when I 
opened it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hi 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?"

"Um, 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," I said rather nervously.

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 stepladder and climbed up 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'd never hear the end of 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 
postponed the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, 
so after watching some TV 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" because it was my intent 
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 standing there 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 fuck would be a 
good start down that road, I guessed.

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. 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, 
getting him into the swinger lifestyle again, then 
she'd want to have sex with Jeff since we'd be the 
couple who lived closest to them. And Peter would then 
be after me. It was too much to take in all at once, so 
I just put it out of my mind.

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 turned and walked into the bathroom. Jeff had just 
stepped into the shower when I came up behind him. The 
water cascaded off his broad back and splashed my 
front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing 
his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very 
straightforward 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 cum 
twice - once in the shower, and once in bed.

I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making 
it up to him in 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 by soapy hands 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 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 like a 
gift.

I began to jack-off 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 this to Peter, 
maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff 
was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall. 
In my fantasy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real 
world I'd been jacking-off Jeff's soapy cock and it 
looked as though he was about to cum. Damn!

I quickly reached up and 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.

I would have normally closed the door again, but not 
tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff 
was still standing, leaning against the shower wall 
moaning, now in full view of our voyeur neighbors. And 
I contemplated 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 my fingers around his shaft with one hand, 
grabbed his nuts with the other 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 
string of hot white cum spurted onto my chest. I 
couldn't stop myself and with an ecstatic moan I sank 
down on his big wet cock taking it into my mouth as 
deeply as I could.

The next surge of hot cum 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 his cum. 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 afterthought to me as I lapped up the last of 
Jeff's hot sperm.

He was so sensitive by the time I let him go that his 
whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his 
cock head. (I really had fun with that!)


CHAPTER 4 - Sex Show with My Boyfriend


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, and 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 bed 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 them next door; 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 being so turned on by watching us 
and shooting his sperm into Carmen - possibly at that 
very moment - was such a turn-on for me.

I had the over powering urge to myself get off, so I 
climbed on top of  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 rolled over on top of me. It 
never fails to give me a rush when he lifts me as 
effortlessly as if I were a child and puts me down 
wherever he wants me. 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!' I thought.

The image 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 about under his tongue. After a couple of 
minutes of pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and 
pulled his moist face up 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 he shoved into 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 so 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 that moment 
because Jeff became the animal I'd called him. He 
jabbed into me, pulled all the way out and then thrust 
again to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against my 
clitoris.

He pulled out, then 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 me back into the mattress the 
breath was forced out of me, 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 and toes. My body 
exploded in pure pleasure.

Jeff suddenly stopped thrusting into me, holding me in 
a bear hug as his body quivered above mine shoved 
deeply inside me. In a moment of sanity I felt the 
first gush of hot cum 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 Mallory's' 
apartment next-door.

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 his bare 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 was: where was all this peephole 
stuff going to lead?!


CHAPTER 5 - My Second Lesbian Experience

 
In the light of day I felt embarrassed at what we'd 
done. I felt just like a slut having screwed my guy in 
front of others. At first I couldn't see how I could 
face Carmen and Peter after that, but Carmen was still 
my running partner, and we continued to run together 
every evening when I was at home alone without Jeff, so 
it didn't take me too long to get comfortable around 
her again. We no longer discussed any sex-related stuff 
and I pushed the peeping incident into the back of my 
mind as having been just one of those things...

Well, I know better now.

You see, I have an "experimental" outlook on life. I 
also have an active imagination, which includes things 
sexual. I guess the unusual and kinky excite me more 
than they do most women. It's always been that way for 
me; as far back as I can remember.

The good part about it is that all my boyfriends have 
really liked that about me. The bad part is that 
sometimes I get talked into things that other women 
rightly walk away from.

-=*=-

The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost 
dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile 
run. We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the 
front yard when she asked if we could use the computer 
to do a little cruising on the swinger sites.

Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these 
swinger-types advertise and I didn't want to offend 
Carmen by playing the prude, so I agreed, but just for 
an hour or so because Jeff was coming over at eight 
o'clock. He and I had been apart all week and I had 
special plans for him that evening.

We hurried up to my apartment, and Carmen turned on the 
computer while I went to take a shower. I was soaping 
up when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her 
head round. "Hey, Krissy, how about you and Jeff having 
dinner with Peter and me tonight?" 

I opened the shower door slightly and looked out, 
intending to say that Jeff and I planned to dine at 
Raffia's Place in town, but my answer stuck in my 
throat.

Carmen was standing in the doorway, completely naked.

When I regained control of my voice, I exclaimed, 
"Carmen, what are you up to out there?!"

"Nothing. I just thought we could take a shower 
together. It'll give us more time at the keyboard." She 
walked in pulled the shower door from my grip, then 
stepped into the tub next to me. I felt very 
embarrassed.

Yes, I know we'd had sex not two weeks before, but I 
really hadn't planned on making a habit of it; in fact, 
I was still a little freaked from the earlier 
experience.

I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a 
finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her 
beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young 
Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself 
coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only 
a moment before I had been busily washing my body, 
thinking of nothing in particular and now here I was, 
standing open to my friend with my legs trembling, 
prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.

I watched the water running down her lovely breasts and 
thought: "Life is strange." After that all I could 
think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around my 
left nipple as she sucked it in to her warm, moist 
mouth. God, it felt good!

The water was cascading down onto both of us now and 
Carmen's auburn hair was sopping wet as she bent over 
my breasts. I remember thinking that I mustn't get my 
hair wet, or I wouldn't be able to go with Jeff to 
dinner.

It was as if Carmen had read my mind, because she 
twisted us round into the full spray of the showerhead 
and pressed me against the wall. The jet of water came 
straight down on me and my hair very quickly became 
plastered to my head.

Now completely soaked, there was nothing to hold me 
back and I began to feel heat building inside me, an 
excitement I usually only experience with Jeff when we 
make love. I hadn't planned this, but the contact with 
this sexy older woman was driving me crazy.

She began pressing down on my shoulders with her hands. 
I didn't know what she wanted from me, so I resisted 
until she told me to "sit." (My shower is one of those 
inserts that have a built-in tub with surround and this 
particular model has a seat formed at the back inside 
corner.)

Not knowing what else to do, I let her direct me into a 
sitting position facing her. My face was now at the 
same level as her pussy and I could see rivulets of 
water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her 
furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was I 
expected to do something to her? Did I want to? I was 
confused, but her dewy pubes did look rather sexy.

Her pussy now disappeared from my line of sight, to be 
replaced by her lovely face. She was kneeling in front 
of me, pushing my legs apart, while water continued to 
rain down on us as if we were in a summer rainstorm.

I looked on as she bent her head down between my legs 
and jumped when her warm tongue began tickling my clit. 
I was amazed that she was able to home in on it, 
without any preamble, straight to my pleasure nub. It 
felt fantastic! I'd never had any similar experience 
before.

Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body and every 
move she made with her tongue drove me higher than I 
had been the moment before. One moment her tongue was 
playing over my clit, the next it was delving between 
my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She really knew her 
stuff!

Just before my orgasm hit I realized that she had been 
playing my body like an instrument. I had no control 
over the sensations she had brought on me and I blushed 
to realize that she had taken me to a higher pitch of 
arousal than sex with Jeff ever had. 

I lay back against the wall, quietly moaning, quite 
unable to stop myself from coming. The water was 
beating down on my swollen nipples and battering my 
contracting stomach muscles as I came on Carmen's 
tongue.

Within a few moments the pleasure sensations had become 
so intense that I begged her to stop. She wouldn't, 
though, and kept up the tongue torture while I squirmed 
around in a vain attempt to escape.

At last I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of 
the stall, which had the effect of pulling Carmen's 
mouth away from my screaming clit. I was breathing so 
hard that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had 
either to pull away from her or be smothered. I rolled 
into a fetal position on the shower floor, 
instinctively covering my crotch so she couldn't do 
anything else to me; I needed time to recover.

Finally Carman must have realized that I'd had enough, 
she reached up and turned off the shower before lying 
down beside me on the shower floor. "Krissy, I don't 
think I've ever seen anyone cum so strongly; you were 
beautiful." She hugged me, but I still couldn't speak, 
so we lay there for a few minutes in silence.

After a while I sat up. I felt I had to get away from 
Carmen before she turned me into a lesbian or 
something. I had enjoyed our sex too much. She'd 
totally controlled me, body and soul and that really 
bothered me. No, it frightened me!

"Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff'll be here soon 
and I don't want him seeing us like this!" I hoped 
she'd accept that, and maybe even return to her own 
apartment.

However, she could read me like a book and realized 
that I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she'd helped 
put into my mind.

"Krissy, don't feel bad about what we just did. It's 
called swinging. It doesn't mean that you're queer; 
just about everybody who swings does the same. You're a 
natural, you know. You should try the full monty; you'd 
love it and so would Jeff; I'm sure of it. You know, I 
was disappointed when you covered our peephole and it's 
been so frustrating being around you and Jeff all the 
time, just knowing that you guys would make perfect 
partners."

"And yes, I do know that you considered it, but 
rejected the idea because Peter and I have had so many 
lovers. But I assure you, we're perfectly safe. With 
AIDS tests and condoms, it's safer than armature 
dating."

I was staring at her large, erect, dusky-colored 
nipples while she was explaining that I wasn't queer 
and that the swinger life-style was as natural and easy 
as a walk in the park, when Jeff walked in!

"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath when I saw my man, 
wide-eyed, standing in the doorway. His mouth was open 
as he stared disbelievingly at us.

We were still sitting on the shower floor, naked; 
Carmen's arm was draped around my shoulders and the 
fingers of one hand were making little circles on my 
stomach.

I jumped up and tried to cover myself. Carmen, however, 
just leant back, supporting her body on her hands 
exposing herself to Jeff.

I was just grabbing my robe when I turned to see her 
smiling at Jeff and slowly parting her legs for him. I 
was suddenly angry with her. How dare she flirt with my 
boyfriend! I realized that she was doing what she must 
have done hundreds of times before. She wanted to fuck 
Jeff and she also wanted to line me up for her husband.

The thought excited me, in spite of myself. I knew I 
ought to say something to stop all this, but I didn't. 
Instead, I stood as if frozen, watching the scene. My 
handsome man, his long blonde curls resting on broad 
shoulders, stood quietly surveying Carmen.

Meanwhile she was sitting in front of him, with her 
strong, tanned legs spread wide, displaying her 
perfectly trimmed snatch, her bright-pink pussy lips 
were slightly open, exposing her core and her clit was 
distended in obvious excitement.

I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to 
see what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long. 
To my surprise, Carmen got up from the shower floor and 
began dry off and then dressed. But even now she was 
putting on a show for Jeff.

I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could 
she. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. 
Still standing naked, just out of Jeff's line of sight, 
I was delirious with excitement.

As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt, she said: "Jeff, I 
hope you liked the show. I was just asking Krissy if 
you two would join Peter and me tonight for some sex, 
swinger-style. I'd really love to fuck you, and I mean 
that." She walked close by Jeff, fleetingly brushing 
his crotch with her hand as she passed, and came over 
to me.

Jeff swung around and saw me standing there still 
naked, holding my robe in my hands. Carmen paused in 
front of me and said in a low voice, "Do think about 
it, Kristen. I've got to have some excitement or I'll 
go crazy in this little village. I promise you it will 
be quite safe, and a lot of fun."

That said, she leaned in close, gripping my wet hair, 
and began a long, deep french-kiss. She made me part my 
lips, and then sucked my tongue into her mouth. In no 
time I was panting for breath. Then Carmen stepped back 
and, winking at Jeff, and strolled out of the room.


CHAPTER 6 - We Become Swingers


"I can't believe it, Kristen! You mean to say you just 
had sex with her? And that you've done it with her 
before!? Did you like it?"

Jeff had that whining twang to his voice that he always 
uses when we have an argument. This time, though, I 
could hardly blame him. The whole thing had been my 
fault, though it was Carmen who'd seduced me. I had 
made Jeff feel less manly; made him wonder about my 
sexuality.

I apologized tearfully: "Jeff, I'm so sorry, she's so 
much more experienced than me, and she just seems able 
to take control of the situation. You know me! I've 
always been the one making things happen, but around 
her... well; I just can't seem to help myself."

I felt terrible, that I'd betrayed him, cheated on him. 
My apologies were cut short when the phone rang. Jeff 
picked up the cordless receiver. "Hello?"

He listened and I watched him. He'd been away for 
almost a week, working for the state parks department. 
He'd been out in all weathers and was sporting a tan as 
dark as an Indian in the room's soft light. His 
brilliant blue eyes roamed over me as I stood naked 
before him.

It occurred to me that if we made love it would make 
him feel better and less threatened by what he'd just 
witnessed.

He hadn't yet spoken on the phone; he just listened to 
whoever it was on the other end of the line. I thought: 
why not get things going while he can't say anything to 
me?

I dropped my robe and walked over to him, taking hold 
of his belt buckle. He looked into my eyes and I wanted 
to melt. I could smell that "man smell" he had when 
he'd been worked outside all day. (He hadn't even 
stopped by his own place to clean himself up.)

I undid the buckle and opened the fly of his Levis, and 
he pretended to ignore me as he listened on the phone. 
I wondered a little why he hadn't yet spoken, but I 
became distracted when a quick tug on his pants freed 
his big beautiful cock that bounced around before my 
eyes (Jeff never wears underwear, a habit I 
encourage!).

I'll describe my man's tool for the reader, it's so 
handsome. No, it's not fifteen inches long; nor is it 
the size of a baseball bat. Together we've measured it, 
and when fully erect, it is five and a quarter inches 
long and five inches in circumference. For me, this is 
the ideal size. But what makes Jeff's cock special is 
the color and texture of the skin.

His cock looks so strong and dominating it makes me go 
weak at the knees whenever I think about it; and I 
think about it at the oddest times, for instance when 
I'm grocery shopping or, worse, at the gynecologist 
(ahem... sorry about that; didn't mean to get carried 
away).

At any rate, here I was, with my hand on Jeff's cock, 
and I know what I'm going to do. Normally I wait until 
after we shower, but I thought that the situation 
warranted an emergency blowjob. Knowing that he would 
taste a little gamy, but longing to feel his cock on my 
tongue anyway, I knelt in front of him. I looked up 
into his face like a supplicant at a religious shrine, 
and brought the head of his cock to my lips in a 
whisper of a kiss.

Just then I heard a noise behind me and looked around 
with my heart in my throat. It was Peter! I couldn't 
move for a moment as I looked up at him. (By the way, 
Peter looks like Chuck Norris, except that his hair is 
reddish-blonde and he's much younger. He even wears a 
closely-cropped beard like Mr. Norris.)

I suddenly realized what I must look like, kneeling 
naked in front of Jeff, with his erection in my hand! 
My face went scarlet and I jumped up and grabbed my 
robe again. Jeff, meanwhile, pulled his pants up, and I 
could see he was embarrassed too. However, he didn't 
say anything, just handing Peter the phone.

Peter was grinning as he spoke into the mouthpiece. 
"Hey Carmen, you were right about Kristen! She was 
already making it up to Jeff!" He looked at me. "Carmen 
told Jeff just now that he owed her one because you'd 
probably do something nice for him; but just how nice I 
hadn't guessed." He beamed at me, while I stood 
mortified and speechless.

Jeff looked at me and said, "Carmen made the whole 
thing sound rather interesting on the phone. I'm ready 
to try this swinger thing if you want to sweetheart."

I stood in silent shock, wondering what she could have 
said to Jeff that would get him even to consider 
swapping. Did he realize what he was proposing? I could 
understand him wanting Carmen - I know men are like 
that - but I couldn't understand that he didn't mind me 
having sex with Peter.

Suddenly I didn't find swinging all that sexy anymore. 
I was afraid things had gone beyond my understanding or 
control, and I just stood there, trembling in 
confusion, not knowing what to say or do.

Then Carmen was inside the door. Without a word, she 
walked towards Jeff, as she passed me she gently tugged 
away the robe I was clasping to my chest. She trailed 
it behind her, dropping it on the floor when she came 
up to Jeff.

I stood naked and self-conscious while Peter eyed me 
from the doorway.

Brazenly, Carmen popped the one remaining fastened 
button on Jeff's jeans and lowered herself to a 
kneeling position as she pulled down his pants.

Jeff's cock bounced into the open again and I felt a 
sharp twinge of jealousy when Carmen immediately went 
down on it.

Jealousy soon gave way to amazement, though, when I saw 
his whole thing disappear into her mouth and into her 
throat. She started bobbing her head faster and deeper 
than I'd imagined possible.

I've never managed to take Jeff's whole length into my 
mouth, and I was fascinated by what I was seeing. 
Later, I was going to have to ask Carmen how she did 
that.

Jeff stood in the middle of the room with his pants 
down around his ankles. His head was bent back and his 
eyes were closed and he groaned as Carmen worked on 
him.

It was obvious that he wasn't going to protest. I still 
felt confused, though. I didn't think I wanted to have 
sex with Peter, but how could I refuse?

Carmen suddenly stopped bobbing her head over Jeff's 
cock, standing up she led by his dick over to the bed. 
He shuffled after her with his pants down around his 
ankles; Jeff looked like a naughty little boy! It made 
me smile.

She got him to sit down and pulled off his pants. Then 
she removed his shirt, now he was completely naked. 
Carmen ran her palms down along his smooth chest 
muscles, clearly impressed by his body.

For some reason I looked over at Peter. I'd already 
seen his and Carmen's swinger profile on the Internet, 
with pictures of them making it doggy-style. I couldn't 
help comparing his body with Jeff's twenty-seven-year 
old perfect one.

I'm used to Jeff's body and feel comfortable doing what 
I want with it. But here was a strange man; standing 
close to me and obviously intending to fuck me as soon 
as I'd let him.

Peter was no slouch, even at thirty six and even though 
he wasn't as handsome as Jeff, the thought of having 
sex with him excited me intensely. I wondered what it 
would be like; how he'd feel inside me. Such thoughts 
made me nervous again.

Did I really want to go through with this? I realized 
that Carmen was calling my name. "Kristen! Come here, 
please."

Looking at them - Jeff sprawled on his back and a nude 
Carmen straddling his left thigh - I felt uncertain, 
but did what I was told. She took my hand and pulled me 
down on the other side of Jeff, who was still lying 
back with his eyes closed.

I noticed traces of Carmen's saliva glistening along 
the shaft of his rigid cock and momentarily wondered 
how he'd held out for so long under such stimulation. 
Maybe he was as nervous as I was, or maybe he'd been 
jerking himself off while he was away working. (What a 
waste!)

Carmen's voice brought me back to reality. "What did 
you think of my technique, Kristen?"

"I was amazed you could take him so deep. I couldn't 
take that much in a million years," I answered, feeling 
somewhat intimidated.

"Watch, and I'll show you how it's done." She bent over 
Jeff again, effortlessly taking his erect cock in to 
the hilt, and then she began to pump him in and out 
with apparent ease, making him groan again, and thrash 
his head from side to side in ecstasy.

I was hugely turned on, watching my running partner and 
current best girlfriend sucking my boyfriend's cock. 
Impulsively I said: "Will you teach me, please?"

Carmen pulled her mouth gradually off Jeff's now-raging 
boner with a wet popping sound, sending it slapping 
against his belly.

She licked her lips and said: "The trick is to start 
slowly, pushing the head against the back of the throat 
a little more each time. And try to keep your mouth and 
throat in alignment so the penis can slide unobstructed 
into your throat. Believe me; once you get the hang of 
it, it's easy!

I was about to try it with Jeff when Peter gently 
pushed me to one side and knelt between my boyfriend's 
open legs. Carmen said: "Now watch this, and you'll see 
just what I mean."

I couldn't believe what came next. Peter took Jeff's 
cock in his hand and fed it into his mouth. I watched 
in fascinated horror as my boyfriend's cock disappeared 
to the hilt between Peter's lips.

I was still spluttering when he, like Carmen before 
him, began pumping Jeff's organ in and out of his 
throat. Peter's head bobbed faster and faster while 
Jeff thrashed about on the bed, approaching the edge of 
orgasm. I just watched, not quite believing that this 
was actually happening.

Jeff thought it was Carmen sucking his dick. He was 
still lying back on the bed with his eyes closed. What 
would he say, or do, when he discovered it was Peter?

I felt really nervous as Jeff began to moan that he was 
coming. He now opened his eyes and looked at his 
companion (Jeff likes to watch himself cum, and such 
habits are hard to break) and I thought he would burst 
a blood vessel.

One moment he was thrashing around thinking how sexy it 
was to have Carmen eating his cum, and the next he 
found himself coming into a man's mouth!

His face turned bright red with indignation, but he 
couldn't stop himself from coming. Moreover, Peter knew 
what he was doing and milked my man of every last drop 
he had before allowing his orgasm to stop.

During the next few seconds the only sound in the room 
came from Jeff's ragged breathing.

Carmen now took something slimy out of a bag, slipped 
it expertly over Jeff's cock and climbed on top of him. 
I doubt he could have stopped her in any case, but I 
would have done if she hadn't used protection. (I found 
out later that the slimy-looking thing she put on Jeff 
was what's called "Lamb's Skin", a kind of condom made 
from the intestine of a sheep. Its advantage is that it 
doesn't scrunch up like a regular rubber, so neither 
partner can even feel that it's there. I hadn't known 
anything like that existed.)

Carmen wasted no time in fumbling around, but simply 
positioned Jeff's cock at her opening and sank down on 
him, beginning to ride him slowly as I watched.

I felt Peter's hand on my leg and rolled over to see 
him standing over me. He had stripped and was looking 
at me with lust in his eyes, which looked deep and 
sensitive, like those of some all-knowing being. I was 
terrifically horny by now, but I really wanted Jeff to 
take me.

I looked over at him and found him reaching up to take 
Carmen's breasts into his hands, and squeezing them. I 
could tell he wasn't thinking of either Peter or me and 
I felt another pang of jealousy at the thought of the 
pleasure that Carmen was getting from my man.

I looked back at Peter and realized that this was it; 
either I stopped things now, or I went along with them. 
As if in slow-motion, I saw Peter take out another one 
of those slimy things and drape it loosely over his 
rather interesting erection. I noticed just before he 
covered it that his cock-head was unusually large - I 
mean, about twice the size I'm used to. Length and 
girth were normal enough, but that head interested me.

I'd have liked to examine it, but realized that Peter 
couldn't wait. I began to imagine what his cock would 
feel like inside me. Surveying his tight stomach and 
knotted thighs, I also wondered what his body would 
feel like against mine. To tell the truth, I was 
terrifically horny and wanted Peter to fuck me; I 
recall being surprised by the feeling.

Anyway, I ended up lying next to Jeff, getting fucked 
by Peter, while his wife, Carmen, rode Jeff for all she 
was worth! It was almost funny as Peter moved up 
between my legs. I'm normally a very careful person. I 
take great care of my body, and have always been 
assertive, but here I was, letting Carmen fuck my 
boyfriend before my eyes and about to be mounted by her 
husband!

It was exactly what she and Peter had wanted; just as 
they'd planned. It was hysterical. I was hysterical 
too, unable to stop that fat-headed cock from moving 
between my legs. I looked down between our bodies to 
see what was happening; I thought I could feel Peter's 
cock pressing against my opening. At that angle I 
couldn't actually see him doing it, but I felt him 
push, and that big cock-head came rippling down into 
me. I actually felt it passing along the interior walls 
of my vaginal canal.

It felt both weird and stimulating. He pulled out, then 
whoosh, back in again, and I got the same rippling 
effect as he plunged deep inside me.

Then he was humping away, and that big fat cock-head 
was driving me crazy, scratching itches I didn't even 
know I had. I'd never felt a cock like that before and 
it was great!

He thrust away with abandon, and soon I was thrusting 
back at him like a banshee, my legs wrapped tightly 
around his heaving bottom. Both of us were growling and 
groaning, whimpering and screaming as we thrust at each 
other. Peter kissed me as he plowed me and I could 
smell Jeff's cum on his breath.

Eventually Peter shoved especially hard, and that huge 
cock-head pulsated as he pumped his hot cum into me; 
it was lovely to feel it expand and contract with each 
gush. It felt so good that I couldn't hold myself back, 
and I came on his rigid pole in gasping spasms that 
made my whole body shiver for a goodly amount of 
minute.

I knew what I must look like, but my body went into 
spasms under his and I called out: "Fuck me, Peter! 
Cum in me, Peter! God, I love you, Peter..." (Even now 
I blush to remember those words and feel that I have to 
make it up to Jeff!)

Somehow in the middle of my wild orgasm I realized that 
I was out of control, and looked over at Jeff and 
Carmen. She was feeling no pain, riding Jeff's cock 
like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Jeff, meanwhile, was looking 
over at me as I continued to cum on Peter's cock. His 
blue eyes seemed darker than I remembered them, and he 
had a strange expression on his face.

My spasms had started to weaken when Jeff's eyes 
suddenly lost their focus and his handsome face screwed 
up. I could tell that he was emptying his balls into 
the vessel that was my friend Carmen.

-=*=-

I discovered later that Carmen had already cum by that 
time, but enjoyed bringing Jeff off a second time. In 
fact, she declared herself more than willing to do it 
again, if we would only let her.

I thanked her, but declined the offer, feeling that 
some repairs to my relationship were probably in order. 
After saying good night and bundling our neighbor/sex 
partners out the door, I turned back to my boyfriend.

I was expecting a rebuke, but Jeffrey surprised me 
again. With real enthusiasm in his voice, he said: 
"Baby, you were looking so hot when Peter was driving 
you crazy that I'd have cum even if I hadn't been 
getting it from Carmen! I couldn't believe what a sex-
crazed little minx you were!"

I looked at those handsome Nordic features and smiled 
weakly. "Sweetie, I'm feeling a little embarrassed by 
the whole thing, and I still can't believe we did it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Kristen, but you have to 
admit, it was great sex and I for one, wouldn't mind 
doing it again sometime!"

Here I am, shaken and unsure and he's already talking 
about doing it again.

"Men! Can't live with them; can't live without them!"

THE END

My other stories are posted at:
www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories/stories.htm

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