Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2018 13:44:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Pegging Peter Ch. 03

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Playing a new game.
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"Hey, Stud. You gonna work on that all night?"

Peter glanced up from his computer and instantly forgot about the heat
exchanger design on the screen. Kyra was standing in the door of the home
office, stark naked.

"Nope." He stood up and walked around the desk, then took her in his arms
and kissed her.

She plastered her body against his, grinding her hairless vulva into the
big bulge in his blue jeans and dirty-kissing him. "That's good. Because
I've got a fire burning and it can't wait."

He reached between her legs. "Is it burning HERE?"

"Maybe." She pulled away, turned around, and bent forward, showing him the
little puckered brown hole between her sculpted buttocks. "Or maybe back
here."

Peter sank to his knees and kissed Kyra's asshole, probing its center with
the tip of his tongue. "Does seem pretty hot. Sure could be a fire."

"Let's find out." She took his hand and led him to the master bedroom. She
watched as he stripped hastily, then wrapped her hand around his stiff pole
and kissed him. "What a stallion. I'm so lucky to have you for a husband."

"I'm lucky, too." He cupped her big heavy breasts and rolled her nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers. "Married to a sex goddess."

He suddenly remembered something. "Weren't you going to visit your
girlfriend tonight?"

"Well, yeah. Something came up." She ran her fingers up and down his stiff
shaft. "Fortunately, THIS has come up, too."

"Tough luck for her." Peter gripped Kyra's butt cheeks and pulled her
crotch into his. "Good luck for me."

"You know, it could be good luck for all of us. You're welcome to join us."

"I guess I'm just a little freaked out by the idea of a three-way. What if
I get jealous, watching you with someone else?"

"You know I'm sleeping with Elana. That doesn't make you jealous, does it?"

"Knowing and seeing are kinda different. How'd you feel if you were
watching me fuck her?"

"Horny as hell." She guided his hard-on between her legs, trapping it
between her thighs. "You two are SO sexy by yourselves. Together . . . Oh
man!" She rocked her hips, slowly humping his swollen pole.

"Well . . . We'll see." The idea was both exciting and scary. What if he
fell in love with Elana? It was hard to avoid thinking about bad
outcomes. But speaking of hard . . . his cock was painfully stiff.

"We're going to play a new game." She went over to the dresser, opened its
bottom drawer, and took out a blindfold.

He'd never seen the blindfold before. "What's the game?"

"No looking. Or talking." She handed him the blindfold. "Just touch."

"All right." Peter put the blindfold on. It was good quality--comfortable
but tight-fitting, completely blocking out his vision.

"Okay, boy." Kyra stepped away from him. "Come find me."

He wandered through the bedroom, feeling for her. It took a while to find
her. Guided by a soft giggle, he caught her by the bathroom door. "Gotcha!"
He took her in his arms and kissed her.

She kissed him back fiercely while rubbing her crotch against his and
pressing her breasts into his chest. The blindfold was
disorienting. Everything about her seemed slightly different--the pressure
of her body against his, the feel of her breasts and buttocks, the way she
used her lips and tongue . . . It was a little spooky, but also super-sexy.

Peter hadn't expected the blindfold to be such an intense turn-on. Somehow,
it had transformed his already-lusty wife into a full-blown sex goddess.

Goddess Kyra turned Peter around and bent him over, then pulled his ass
cheeks open and kissed his buttocks, gradually approaching his anus. "Oh
fuck, that's--" He shut up abruptly when she slapped his butt.

She reached between his legs and jacked his stiff pole while licking his
asshole with broad flat tongue strokes. That was great, but it got even
better when she curled her tongue and pressed its tip into his puckered
hole, gradually teasing it open.

Peter moaned softly and ground his butt into her face, taking her tongue
deeper. She stroked his stiff pole harder and faster. He remembered this
sex position's name--rusty trombone. It was the first time Kyra had played
it. If she kept it up much longer, he was going to come.

He turned around and kissed her, tasting his own male musk when she thrust
her tongue into his mouth. Somehow, his intense boner got even bigger and
harder.

Peter took her hand and led her across the room, feeling his way to the
bed. He found it by bumping into it with his knees.

Normally, he liked lots of foreplay, gradually building to a crescendo of
passion. This time, he couldn't wait. He kissed her roughly, then pushed
her down onto the bed, face first.

He felt his way to the nightstand and got the lube, then knelt on the bed
between her spread thighs. She giggled softly and lifted her butt.

Peter spent a moment visualizing Kyra's pretty little puckered hole, then
coated a finger with lube and slid it up her butt. She moaned with
satisfaction and humped his finger. He added more lube and got a little
more aggressive. She responded eagerly, rocking her hips and growling like
a tigress in heat.

He almost laughed out loud. That growl had settled it. This wasn't Kyra. It
had to be Elana. He'd already suspected that she and Kyra were playing a
trick on him. He'd never admit it to Kyra, but this was an unbelievable
turn-on. Elana was going to get the butt-fucking of her life.

He coated his super-stiff cock with lube and pressed its wide plow-head
into Elana's asshole. With Kyra, he had to take his time and let her
relax. This time, he pushed right in, all the way to his balls. She
shuddered and uttered another guttural growl, clamping her anal muscles
around his swollen pole.

Elana whimpered when he pulled completely out, then purred in satisfaction
when he pressed his broad cock-head back into her hole. Her purring grew
louder as he shallow-fucked her ass, pushing in and then drawing back,
teasing her anal ring.

She swung her butt, trying to take his sliding rod deeper. With her face
and chest flat on the bed she didn't have much leverage. She tried to lift
her upper body and move into doggie position, but he put his hands on her
shoulders, gently holding her down.

Elana's breath grew ragged. Listening carefully, he heard other
sounds. Heavy breathing and the soft sound of fingers in a wet pussy. He
could almost see Kyra standing beside the bed, bent over with her legs
spread wide, masturbating while she watched him fuck her girlfriend's ass.

It was time to stop teasing the girls--and, more importantly, himself. He
drew his stiff cock back, then drove it up Elana's ass with a savage
knife-thrust, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks and shaking the
bed. She screamed in surprise, but not pain.

Elana struggled and thrashed on the bed as he hammered her ass, putting his
weight on her shoulders to hold her down. The rougher he got, the more
excited she became. Sometimes, sex with Kyra was like riding a wild
horse. This was more like riding a tiger, or maybe a dragon. She bucked and
fought, risking throwing him off, but he held on with desperate intensity,
forcing her to his will as the cum boiled in his nuts.

She screamed, coming hard. Kyra was screaming too, no longer trying to hide
her presence. Peter roared like an enraged bear, hammering Elana's ass with
pile driver blows and firing heavy pulses of cum into its depths.

"Man!" Peter rose to his knees and his still-stiff cock slipped out of
Elana's asshole. "This is a GREAT game." He fondled her smooth muscular
buttocks. "I really got off." He patted Elana's butt possessively. "So did
you." He took the blindfold off and grinned at Kyra. "And you did, too."

She laughed and kissed him. "How long did it take you to figure it out?"

"Pretty much right away." Peter stood up and then helped Elana to her
feet. She was a little unsteady, but had a wide grin on her pretty
face. She and Kyra were almost the same height, with similar builds and
long thick hair, although Elana's was raven-black while Kyra's was
blond. "Even blindfolded, I can tell my wife from another woman." He smiled
at Elana. "A really sexy woman, too."

Kyra swatted his butt playfully. "Asshole! I'm still your wife."

Peter turned around and mooned the women. "You mean THIS asshole?" He
looked back at them through his spread legs. "The asshole that some foxy
lady . . . uh, the blond one . . . fucked with a great big strap-on?"

Kyra laughed and kissed Elana. "I told you he'd know."

"All right." Elana kissed Kyra back. "You win the bet."

Peter straightened up and faced Kyra and Elana. "What bet?" His
already-stiff cock got even harder as he admired the two sexy women tangled
in each others' arms.

"Winner fucks the loser's butt," Kyra answered.

"What about my asshole?" Peter asked.

Kyra laughed again. "Don't worry. Your butt is going to get royally
drilled. But first, you're going to watch US."

Elana pulled away from Kyra and kissed Peter. "The way you fucked my ass
. . . You were a total animal. I really like that."

Kyra giggled. "Dirty girl!"

"I've got two dirty girls," Peter said. "It's really great."

"But now it's time for some good clean fun." Kyra took Peter's and Elana's
hands and led them to the bathroom.

Peter had fantasized about showering with two women, but never expected to
really do it. It was even better than he'd imagined--two athletic female
bodies, two pairs of big soft breasts, two beautifully sculpted butts, two
hot pussies with neatly-trimmed pubic thatches, one black and the other
blond, two pairs of soap-slick hands roaming over his body while he fondled
them . . . Then they pushed him away and concentrated on each other.

That was hot, too. By the time they turned off the water, he was ready to
bend them over the bathroom counter and hammer their hot little pussies.

"Oh no. Not yet," Kyra said. She and Elana were both grinning at the
swollen pole growing from his crotch. "For now, you just watch."

They dried off and went back into the bedroom. Peter set a straight-backed
chair beside the bed while Kyra took a strap-on out of the bottom dresser
drawer. It was different from the one she'd been using on him--an oversized
dildo attached to a heavy black leather harness.

"Is that new?" Peter asked.

Kyra smiled. "Good boy." She'd made him promise not to look in the toy
drawer. He hadn't, because he liked the way she kept surprising him. "This
one's Elana's." She dropped the dildo and harness on the bed and gestured
for him to sit down. "But I'm thinking of getting one like it."

She sat on the bed facing Peter with her legs spread and pulled her pussy
lips open, displaying her glistening pink female center. He reached for her
and she pushed his hand away. "No. Bad boy. No touching." She grinned
wickedly. "No touching yourself, either." She bounced up from the bed and
took a pair of bondage cuffs out of the toy drawer. They were the expensive
kind--heavy black leather, secured by thick straps with chrome buckles and
eyelets and fastened together with thick chrome chains. "Put your hands
behind your back." His stiff cock grew even harder as she fastened the
cuffs around his wrists, firmly securing him.

Elana straddled Peter's hips and pressed her heavy breasts into his
face. Her hard nipples and puffy areolas were the color of dark chocolate,
standing out against her smooth light coffee-and-cream skin. "You like
these tits?" She guided a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly. Her
grin was as wicked as Kyra's. "Well, so does your wife."

"That's okay," Peter said. "I don't mind sharing."

"Good." Elana sank down, lowering her pussy lips onto his cock-head. "How
about with a man?"

"Uh . . ." The thought of watching another man fuck Kyra was scary, but
perversely sexy too. "I guess that'd be okay."

"You guess?" She lowered her pelvis more, pressing his cock-head into her
folds. "You need to be sure."

Peter thought about it briefly. "Yeah. As long as I can fuck his ass, too."
He remembered how he'd wished Kyra's strap-on could shoot cum. "And he
fucks mine."

"Perfect." She kissed him and pushed her pussy down on his stiff
cock. "Next time, I'll bring my boyfriend. He's a big black bisexual
bodybuilder."

"All right." He was all the way inside her now. "But for now . . ." He
rolled his hips, shifting his dick in her pussy. In this position, he
couldn't do much, but it still felt great. Elana seemed to be enjoying it
too--her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as she rocked in time
with his hip motions.

"Slut!" Kyra slapped Elana's butt, making a sound like a pistol shot. "Quit
messing with my husband. It's time for me to fuck your loser ass."

Elana kissed Peter, then stood up and turned around to face Kyra. "Sorry
. . . Uh, should I say 'Mistress?'"

Kyra laughed. "'Mistress' does have a kind of ring to it . . . But right
now, I just want to fuck." She picked up the harness. "Help me with this."
She held the leather plate against her vulva while Elana fastened the
harness' straps around her thighs and waist.

"Cool." Kyra admired her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall
behind the head of the bed. "I've got a big-ass cock." She moved beside the
bed and stood facing Peter, stroking the dildo. "You like it?" It looked
like a real cock--flesh-colored with a big bullet-shaped head--but was
longer and thicker than his stiff dick.

"Oh yeah." He stared at the big pole. He wanted to suck it and take it up
his ass. Even more, he wanted it to be a real cock--warm, throbbing, and
squirting cum. "It's great."

"Good." Still stroking the dildo, Kyra reached between Peter's legs and
tickled the spot between his anus and balls with her index and middle
fingers. "You're going to get acquainted with it . . . intimately." She
turned around and mooned him. The leather plate supporting the dildo and
the straps around her thighs and waist left her pussy and asshole exposed.

"Foxy," Peter muttered.

Elana smiled. "She sure is."

Kyra kissed Elana. "So are you." She put a pillow in the middle of the
bed. "And I'm going to fuck your sexy butt."

"Oh yeah." Elana lay on the bed with the pillow under her hips, elevating
her ass. "Come fuck me. I'm ready." She opened her legs and lifted her
knees over her shoulders.

"You've got such a pretty little asshole," Kyra said. "I'm going to kiss
her." She did--thoroughly--grinding her face between Elana's buttocks and
making soft lapping sounds.

Elana moaned, playing with her big tits and rolling her hips as Kyra ate
her ass. "Oh fuck, Baby!" she gasped. "That's so good. I'm coming!" She
did, screaming and thrashing. The dildo attached to Kyra's strap-on bounced
wildly as she held on, pushing Elana to an even stronger climax.

Peter's rock-hard cock throbbed. He was close to coming, even without
touching his dick. That hadn't happened since the wet dreams in his early
teens. He'd be fucking a girl for the first time. Just as he pushed his
cock into her pussy, he'd wake up spurting cum into his sheets, almost
screaming in frustration.

"That was good, Baby," Elana whispered. "But now, I want your big hard
cock." She pulled on her knees, lifting her butt even higher.

"And you're going to get it." Kyra picked up the little squeeze bottle of
lube and knelt between Elana's elevated ankles.

The throbbing in Peter's cock receded while he watched Kyra lubricate
Elana's asshole, spending a long teasing time doing it.

Kyra looked over at Peter and grinned at his massive hard-on. "Think she's
ready?"

"Oh, I'm ready," Elana said. "Your sexy husband gave me a hell of a
ride. Now, it's your turn. So, saddle up!"

"Well . . . okay." Kyra coated the big dildo with lube and pressed its head
into Elana's asshole. "How's this?"

Peter stood up to get a better view. "Yeah, Cowgirl," he said. "Fuck her
ass."

Kyra stopped with the dildo's head just inside Elana's asshole, drew back,
and then pushed back inside. "You like this, Baby?"

"Oh yeah." Elana lifted her butt, taking more of the dildo. "Feels great."

"Better than my husband?" Kyra rolled her hips, fucking Elana with slow
shallow strokes.

Elana winked at Peter before answering. "Right now, it is."

Kyra went a little faster and pushed in deeper. "While my cock's in your
ass?"

"Yeah." Elana kneaded her breasts roughly while pinching and twisting her
big hard nipples. "I'm just a slut. The cock in me right now is always my
favorite."

Kyra laughed. "Good enough for me." She fucked Elana harder, increasing her
speed but not plunging the dildo's full length into her depths, the way a
guy would. "I love fucking my little slut."

"Well, you're reaming my ass royally." Elana's breath had grown ragged. She
slid a hand down to her vulva and rubbed her clit through its hood. "I'm
getting close . . ."

"Come on, Baby!" Kyra kneaded Elana's breasts roughly while rocking her
hips violently, driving the dildo in Kyra's asshole. "Come for me."

Peter's stiff cock was throbbing again as he watched Elana scream and
thrash while Kyra worked the dildo in her butt, keeping her coming.

"Oh God!" Elana was half-laughing and half-sobbing. "Enough!" She pushed
Kyra away. "You overloaded the wiring, Baby."

"We sure don't want THAT." Kyra bent forward to kiss her, letting the dildo
slip out of Elana's butt.

Elana stroked Kyra's lush blond hair and ran her hands over her muscular
back and buttocks while they kissed. "It was so good. It's ALWAYS so good
with you . . ."

"It sure was." Kyra kissed Elana again, then stood up and turned to
Peter. "But I shouldn't be greedy . . ." She grinned at his giant
pole. "It's my stud husband's turn."

Peter stared at the oversized cock growing from Kyra's harness. "Are you
going to fuck me now?"

Kyra looked at Elana, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread, displaying
her hot pink pussy. "Soon. But first . . ." She looked back at Peter with
that devil-angel grin. "I saw her humping you."

"Yeah." Peter tensed his arm muscles against the cuffs, without any result.

"Did you like it?" She reached between his legs and ran two fingers from
his perineum up over his balls. His cock jerked. "Her sweet little snatch
wrapped around your big stiff . . ." She extended her index finger and
touched the bubble of precum at his tip. ". . . pole?" She slipped the
finger into her mouth and sucked it. "I know you did."

Kyra turned back to Elana. "You want his big stiff cock, don't you?
Hammering your sweet little cunt?"

"Oh yeah!" Elana preened and shifted the pillow under her hips and opened
her legs wider, presenting her vulva to Peter.

"That's my dirty girlfriend." Kyra stepped behind Peter and unfastened the
cuffs, then slapped his butt. "Go get her, Champ!"

"What about you?" He looked back at the big cock growing from Kyra's
crotch.

"Don't worry." She patted his butt again. "You'll find out soon."

"Okay." Peter knelt on the bed between Elana's spread thighs and bent
forward to kiss her.

"Never mind that now." She gripped his stiff pole and guided it into her
folds. "Just fuck me. Good and hard." Elana squealed as he took her with
one quick thrust. "Yeah! That's right."

Peter didn't want to come too soon, so he started out slowly. Then, the
urgency faded and he fucked Elana with long hard strokes, pulling almost
out and then driving home. She moaned, rolling her hips in time with his
rough thrusts, getting louder as he went on.

"Hold it, Stud." Kyra got onto the bed behind Peter and gripped his hips,
bringing him to a stop. "I've got something for you." She slipped a
lubricated finger up his ass and worked it in and out, spreading the
slippery gel.

Elana's tight pussy clamping his cock and Kyra fingering his asshole felt
great, but he knew more was coming. A lot more. "Yeah, Baby. Fuck my ass
while I hammer your girlfriend's cunt."

"You've got it, Stud." She pulled her finger out and replaced it with the
dildo's flaring head.

It hurt some, but not nearly as much as he'd feared. He held still while
the dildo's big knob stretched his asshole, pushing in until it hurt, then
drawing back slightly to let him relax. "That's it, Baby," she
whispered. "You're doing good." The pressure on his anal ring built and
then suddenly released as the big toy slid home.

"Man!" he gasped. That giant pole was all the way up his ass. "That's
great!" He rolled his hips slowly, fucking Elana's pussy and working the
big dildo stretching and filling his butt.

Elana moaned, getting louder as he went faster and harder. Kyra moved along
with him, fucking his ass roughly while he pounded Elana.

"Come on!" Elana cried. "Shoot it for me!" The tension in his nuts built as
he slammed her snatch.

"Yeah, Stud!" Kyra gasped. "Give her a hard hot load."

"Here it comes, Baby!" Peter groaned as he pumped heavy waves of cum into
Elana's convulsing cunt while she screamed and shook. Kyra was screaming,
too.

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Late that night, Peter lay on the edge of sleep. Kyra was curled beside
him, sound asleep with her freshly-fucked butt pressed against his hip.

The day's events drifted through his drowsy thoughts like a fevered
adolescent fantasy. It was hard to believe they had been real. But they
were, and Elana was coming back tomorrow . . . with her bodybuilder
boyfriend.

A moment later, Peter was asleep, dreaming of a big black man with a big
hard cock.

To be continued . . .

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