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ROSE LANE (couple-swapping, FF, MM, voy, exh)
by Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
***
In the 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 before 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 the chat rooms, and 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 come! Bring yourself off for Carmen.
Come 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 Goooooooodd!!" 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 come 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... 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 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 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 come twice - once in
the shower, and once in bed.
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 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 come. 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 come 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 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 his come. 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 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 the over powering urge to get off, 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 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 featherweight 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
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 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 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. 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 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 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. Its 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 come 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 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 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,
then sucked her tongue into my 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 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: "Jeffy I'm so sorry, but 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 was fascinated by what I was seeing. 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 and leading him to the bed. Shuffling
over to the bed 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, rubbing her palms 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, 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
hard-on 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 the 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
laying 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 come, 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 come, 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 plunged 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.
Eventually Peter shove specially hard, and that huge
cock-head pulsated as he pumped his hot come 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! Come
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 come 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 come 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 come 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
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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) June 1998-2002.
Last edited: September 2, 2002
Kristen Kathleen Becker (kristen078@hotmail.com)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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