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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?!