Pegging Peter's Women Ch. 01

"Young, like immature?"

Kyra shook her head. "This is pretty new to me, too. I've had a four-way with Elana, her boyfriend, and my husband. That's it." She ate the rest of the olives, then downed her drink. "It's a big leap, coming to a sex party with strange women."

Tawny laughed. "Well, I guess I'm pretty strange."

"You're a lovely young woman." Kyra stood up. "I'm going to make another martini. You want one?"

"Sure." Tawny watched Kyra's shapely bare ass and swaying breasts as she walked over to the bar, returning with fresh drinks almost instantly.

Tawny settled back in her easy chair and sipped the martini. It was awkward staying in positions that hid her vagina, and pointless anyway with sexy Kyra sprawled a few feet away, showing off her big breasts, swollen nipples, and open pussy, glistening with her juices. She relaxed and opened her legs, showing Kyra her wet cunt.

They admired each others' bodies while talking and drinking their martinis. Kyra was SO nice, as well as being super-sexy. Really interested in a girl just out of high school who didn't know how to do anything but play guitar.

Kyra said, "I met Elana while my husband Peter was in Australia. I'd never been interested in girls, but she was different. Sex with her was great. Then, Peter came back and we arranged a group thing." She grinned. "Peter and Elana's boyfriend are spending the weekend together. His name's Mark. He's a big black bodybuilder stud."

"So you've had sex with him?" She'd been too uptight to ask her high school friends questions that personal. Kyra was a lot easier to talk to. More relaxed . . .mature . . .

"Oh yeah. He fucked my pussy and ass." Her grin grew wider. "Peter fucked Elana's butt while they watched us. That made it even hotter."

"He fucked your ass?" Tawny found the thought both scary and exciting.

Kyra nodded. "With his big thick cock. I don't know if all black men have monster dicks, but he sure does."

"And you liked it?"

"Oh yeah. As much as Peter did."

"Your husband liked watching you and Mark?"

"Well, yeah. But I meant Mark fucking Peter's ass."

"Oh."

"I told you Peter and Mark are spending the weekend together."

"That sounds hot." Tawny had never told anybody that she liked to watch gay videos while masturbating with a vibrator.

"It is. They're a pair of studs." Kyra slipped a finger between her legs and ran it up and down her slit.

Tawny opened her legs wider. "I don't really want a man to fuck me." She stroked her inner thighs while staring at Kyra. "It seems that's all guys want to do. Stick their cocks in us."

"A lot of men are dicks." Kyra thrust her pelvis toward Tawny. "But there are some really nice ones, too. Like Peter and Mark. And it feels good when they fuck me."

"I'll take your word for that." Tawny put her heels up on the chair's cushion, pulling her pussy wide open. "I still don't want a cock in me. Not in my pussy and certainly not in my ass."

"I love cock." Kyra slipped her middle finger into her pussy. "Sucking cock. Getting fucked."

"Even anal?" Tawny arched her back and kneaded her breasts while pinching and twisting her nipples.

"I was afraid of anal . . ." Kyra slid a second finger into her pussy and worked the pair in and out while rubbing her thumb over her clit hood. "Until I met Elana. She taught me how good it feels."

Tawny slid one hand down to her vulva while continuing to play with her breasts with her other hand. "Becca likes me to fuck her ass with a vibrator. It gets her off." She rubbed the spot just above her pussy mouth, moving her stretched clit hood back and forth over her little love bud. "But my asshole is just too tight, even for one finger."

"That's what I thought, too." Kyra's breath grew ragged as she worked her fingers faster. "It's just learning to relax . . ." She moaned. "I wish YOU could fuck my butt."

Tawny had been a tomboy until she'd blossomed into a woman. She wondered what being a real boy with an actual hard-on would be like. "I don't exactly have the equipment."

"I've got a strap-on." Kyra's fingers made a steady squishing noise. "It's almost as good as the real thing."

"I'll fuck you with that strap-on." Tawny rose to her feet and crossed the short stretch of carpet to Kyra's chair. "But right now . . ." She sank to her knees, then pulled Kyra down to the floor and kissed her roughly.

Kyra kissed her back just as aggressively, then caught Tawny's hand and placed it between her legs.

Tawny crossed her index and middle fingers and pushed them into Kyra's hot slick pussy, curving them up to rub her G-spot.

"Oh yeah!" Kyra gasped. "Fuck me!" She rolled onto her back and lifted her legs. Tawny knelt between Kyra's spread thighs and slid three fingers up her snatch. Kyra moaned and rolled her hips.

It was hard to thrust properly with three fingers. Tawny pulled one finger out and worked the remaining two in Kyra's spasming snatch, pushing her to a screaming climax.

One of the best things about sex with Becca--although there were a lot of "best" things--was making her come . . . and keeping her coming and coming. Tawny liked that as much as she liked her own orgasms, and she liked those a LOT.

Making Kyra come felt just as good. Tawny fingered Kyra's pussy and rubbed her clit to keep her climax rolling on, building in intensity until she collapsed from erotic overload.

Then taking Kyra in her arms--cuddling, tender kissing, gentle stroking, hearts beating together--basking in the post-coital glow.

"That was really good," Kyra whispered.

"Yeah. For me too." Tawny wondered what it was like for a man. Pushing his stiff cock into a woman, working it in and out, and eventually squirting cum.

"I want to do something for you now," Kyra said. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. What?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Just relax and go with it."

"Uh . . ."

"I promise it won't hurt. Just concentrate on how it feels, not what's happening."

"All right." Tawny was scared, but excited too. "What do you want me to do?"

Kyra pointed to the easy chair. "Bend over that, Baby."

Tawny draped herself over the chair arm with her elbows on the seat, waving her vulva and anus at Kyra. "Like this?" It was a terribly vulnerable position but that very helplessness was a big turn on. She had to trust a person to expose herself like this and she hadn't trusted many.

Kyra ran her hands over Tawny's buttocks. "You've got a sexy ass. So trim and muscular."

Tawny's arousal climbed as Kyra fondled, kissed, and licked her butt cheeks. Her little butterfly kisses came teasingly close to her anus, but danced away at the last instant.

Kyra gripped Tawny's butt cheeks and pulled them open. Tawny wasn't sure why she'd been afraid before. "Come on," she whispered. "Do whatever you want."

The tip of Kyra's tongue pressed into the center of Tawny's rosebud. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. "That's SO good." The tension in her pussy and nipples built as Kyra's flat wet tongue stroked her asshole.

Kyra licked Tawny's ass aggressively, moving her tongue up and down and side to side, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh God!" Tawny moaned, arching her back and grinding her butt into Kyra's face. "That's right! Eat my ass!" She slipped two fingers up her slick wet pussy and rubbed her G-spot while Kyra pulled her buttocks open and pushed her pointed tongue into her anus.

Tawny bucked and squealed, fingering her juicy pussy and rubbing her swollen clit, coming hard as Kyra's tongue probed her asshole, gradually going deeper. She pushed back, trying to take as much as she could.

Her climax just went on and on. "Enough," she finally gasped, pulling away from Kyra and collapsing, draped over the chair arm.

Kyra planted a final tender kiss on Tawny's rosebud and then stood up. "I guess you liked that."

Tawny lifted her face from the chair seat. "Oh yeah. I never figured I would, but I sure did." She felt warm and sleepy, from that long drawn-out climax, and maybe something else, too. "I've never felt anything like . . ." Talking was too much trouble. "It doesn't matter. Just hold me."

Kyra took Tawny in her arms and kissed her. "Come on. Let's go to bed." She led Tawny down the hall past the bedroom where Becca was fucking Elana with a big pink vibrator and into the room beside it.

They lay on the king-sized bed tangled in each others' arms, kissing tenderly. Tawny felt SO warm and content . . .

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Copyright © 2018 by Ken James

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