Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2018 13:24:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Pegging Peter's Women Ch. 01

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One shy virgin and three hot women.
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Author's note: This is a companion series to "Pegging Peter" and takes
place on the same weekend as "Pegging Peter" Chapters 6 and 7.

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Tawny Masterson had been playing her guitar for a little over three hours
when they reached the city limits sign. "Well." She unplugged the Epiphone
Les Paul and earbuds from her phone. "Glen Rose, Texas." She stretched
elaborately and ran a hand through her multicolored hair. It was blond,
brown, pink, and black, stretching straight down to her shoulder
blades. "At last."

The road was still a ribbon of sunbaked black asphalt stretching through
the rolling Central Texas hills, but the prairie grass and hardy trees were
quickly displaced by big houses with well tended yards, then smaller houses
ranging from neat to shabby sitting in the middle of big empty lots and
streets without sidewalks lined with older and newer houses.

A little park, a corrugated metal building with "WELL SUPPLIES" stenciled
on the side in sun-faded letters, a gas station, and more houses, none
built after she was born. A typical wide spot in the road. She was just out
of high school and she'd played a thousand of them. She might have even
played HERE. The town square surrounding the stone courthouse looked really
familiar.

"Welcome back to the world." Becca Bowman smiled at Tawny briefly, then
turned back to the road. She was a handsome half-black, half-white woman,
with a buzz cut, muscular body, firm medium sized breasts and tight round
buttocks.

"Sorry. Just something about being on the road." Her nipples tightened and
her panties grew moist as she looked at Becca. "Makes me want to play
guitar." She scanned the buildings and houses around them. That just
increased the heat between her legs. "It's part of traveling . . ." The
counselor would have said it was also a way of shutting everyone else
out. ". . . with a band."

"Well, forget the band." Becca pulled the Wrangler over to the curb and
stopped. "I'm not the band." She kissed her finger tip, then touched it
between Tawny's bright blue eyes and ran it over her nose and down to her
lips.

Tawny kissed Becca's finger and guided it back to Becca's lips. "That's
true. You're not a dick."

"Are the guys in your band dicks?" Becca touched the plain gold ring in the
left side of Tawny's nose and the diamond stud in the right, then traced
her finger over the teen's pouty lips.

"They've got cocks. That automatically makes them dicks." Tawny bent
forward and put her hand on Becca's muscular thigh, then kissed her. "Even
the gay guys . . ."

Becca's phone chimed. "Hola, Little Panther." She listened
briefly. "Sí. Cinco minutos." She made a kissing sound into the phone
and then hung up. "They're waiting for us." She touched the navigation
screen and the robot voice started giving instructions, leading them out of
town and down a badly cracked asphalt road to a comfortable old house
surrounded by shade trees.

"Hey. Pretty nice," Tawny said as Becca pulled up beside a big black
Pathfinder. "Not just an old farmhouse."

"This is Texas Wine Country." Becca got her suitcase out of the back seat,
then waited for Tawny to put her guitar back in its case and assemble her
luggage. "Touristy and kind of expensive."

"That's all right, I guess."

"Oh, you'll like it." Becca turned in a slow circle, surveying the trees
and sky. "Quiet like it's out in the country but just a few minutes from
civilization."

"If you can call Glen Rose 'civilization.'" Tawny followed Becca through
the back gate and then stopped to stare at the crystal blue swimming
pool. "Nice." It looked like heaven in the Texas afternoon heat. "Hey,
wait! You told me NOT to bring a swimsuit!"

"I said you wouldn't need it." Becca waved her arm casually, indicating the
pool and the fence surrounding the back yard. "It's all private here. Just
us girls."

"The women that you're . . . uh . . ."

"Fucking." Becca smiled sweetly and slapped Tawny's butt. That felt good,
sending a little shock of pleasure through her body, mixed with the
pain. "The women I'm fucking." She caressed Tawny's ass, running gentle
fingers over the stinging flesh. "None of us brought swimsuits . . . or
many other clothes."

Tawny felt painfully aware of her gawky adolescent figure and awkward
breasts and buttocks. "Let's go back to Glen Rose. I can buy a suit."

Becca shook her head slowly. "No Babe. I told you this was going to be a
sex party." She picked up her suitcase and walked quickly toward the
house. Tawny followed her through the back door into a comfortable
sprawling kitchen, then through a plush living room and up the stairs to a
big bedroom. "You wanted to come, anyway."

Tawny shook her head in automatic denial. "Well, I dunno."

Becca kissed Tawny, then stepped away and shed her cross trainers, tank
top, running shorts, sports bra, and plain black panties. She stood naked
with her hands on her hips and her legs spread, showing off her full-grown
woman breasts and the mysterious slit almost hidden by her closely trimmed
pubic hair. "Come on, Babe. Just relax and enjoy it."

Tawny moved into Becca's arms and kissed her passionately, flattening her
fully-clothed body against the muscular black woman's naked one.

Becca kissed back, just as passionately, then twisted out of Tawny's
arms. "Get those clothes off, Babe."

Tawny stared at the naked Amazon for long seconds, then mumbled "Okay." She
sat on the bed and took her boots off, then stood up to remove her
thigh-length black skirt and sleeveless "Dr. Volt" tee-shirt. No bra. "Is
this better?" She faced Becca, cupping her breasts to make them look
bigger.

Becca looked up and down Tawny's body, lingering on her lacy white
panties. "You're getting there." She ran her finger along the filmy moist
cloth, tracing Tawny's slit.

Tawny moaned under Becca's touch. "That feels good." She arched her back,
thrusting her pelvis toward Becca's probing fingers. "Don't you like having
your packages gift wrapped?"

"You've got a really nice package . . ." Becca's fingers went in
deeper. ". . . and I DO like gift wrapping. But I'm ready to open my gift
now."

Tawny grinned. "All yours . . . Sarge." She rolled onto the bed and lifted
her hips. "Come take them off."

"All right." Becca pulled the flimsy panties off Tawny and dropped them on
the floor. "That's a lot better."

"Yeah." Tawny launched herself off the bed and landed in a half crouch in
the center of the room. "Makes it easier to move."

Becca's lips twitched upward in a brief smile. "Slow dismount and sloppy
landing . . . recruit. Give me ten."

"Yes sir!" Tawny snapped out. "Where sir? Ten of what sir?"

Becca pointed to the carpeted floor at her feet. "Right there. On your
knees." Her pubic thatch rolled like a breeze over a wheat field as she ran
her fingers through its tight curls. "And that'll be ten licks . . ." She
giggled softly. ". . . Or so . . ."

"Oh . . . Yes . . . Sir . . ." Tawny purred, kneeling at Becca's feet. She
reached up to fondle the black woman's heavy breasts . . .

"Play with my tits later." Becca pushed Tawny's hands down to her sides. "I
told you to lick my pussy. Now, get on with it." Tawny still hesitated, so
Becca gripped the sides of her head and guided her face between her legs.

Tawny ran her flat tongue over Becca's pubic thatch, tasting her sweat and
super-sexy female juices.

"Feels good, recruit." Becca stroked Tawny's long multicolored
hair. "You're learning-" She gasped when the tip of Tawny's tongue touched
her clit. "Oh! Yes!"

Tawny slid her tongue down Becca's slit, pushing the dark woman's sexy pelt
aside, reaching all the way to that little strip of flesh between her
vagina and anus and then slowly coming back.

"Oh fuck yeah, Babe!" Becca growled. "Eat me."

Tawny thrust her tongue deep into Becca's snatch. It was hot, tight, and
wet with an incomparable-literally, since she had nothing to compare it
to-taste and feel.

She nibbled and sucked Becca's cunt lips, drinking her free-flowing
juices. Going down on her was the best thing ever. A few weeks ago, Tawny
would have thought it was gross. She'd learned a lot since then.

Becca rolled onto her back on the bed. Tawny knelt between her spread legs
and kissed her-long and hard on her mouth, then her chin and throat. She
continued licking and kissing slowly on down Becca's body, exploring the
mountains and valleys of her breasts, on across the taut plain of her
belly, down between her legs to her hot woman core . . .

"Oh yeah, Babe," Becca gasped. "Eat my cunt."

Tawny pushed her tongue deep into Becca's snatch, working it in and out
like a thrusting cock. Becca moaned, "That's right, Troop. Just like
. . . Oh fuck!" She screamed and thrashed, coming hard as Tawny's agile
tongue alternated between lashing her clit and probing her depths.

"Okay, Babe!" Becca was half laughing and half crying as she pushed Tawny
away. "That's enough."

"All right." Tawny nestled in Becca's arms and they kissed . . . blazing
with wild passion that transmuted into a warm near-timeless tenderness
before growing into an even hotter passion.

Becca's fingers slipped between Tawny's legs. She twisted her wrist while
moving her crossed middle and index fingers in and out of Tawny's pussy,
sending her away on a wave of sensation. Then Becca's thumb found Tawny's
clitoris . . .

"Oh God! Yeah, that's right!" Tawny gasped and bucked, coming hard as Becca
finger-fucked her pussy and rubbed her clit. "Fuck me, Baby!"

"Come on, Troop!" Becca stroked Tawny's clit hood, rubbing the
tightly-stretched skin over her little swollen bud while fingering her
pussy, angling her fingertips to rub the little rough spot just inside her
cunt mouth. "Come for me!"

"Oh fuck, Sarge! Oh fuck!" Tawny came harder and harder, squeezing her tits
and pinching her nipples while Becca fingered her pussy. Finally, she
collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath and limp as a rag doll.

"Good work, Babe." Becca took Tawny in her arms and kissed her
forehead. "That was spectacular."

Tawny felt warm and sleepy basking in the afterglow from her orgasm. "Uh
huh," she murmured. "Fireworks . . ." She was so safe in Becca's embrace
. . .

* * *

Becca had always been Tawny's protector. The mixed martial arts classes at
Becca's gym had been Tawny's refuge for the last eight years. She'd always
been first to arrive and the last to leave, forever striving to be best
. . . just to impress Becca at first, but eventually for herself.

When the other feelings came, the ones she couldn't express with a
precisely executed punch or kick, the martial arts had given her the
confidence to pick up a guitar and sing. And eventually become the high
school student playing lead guitar for Dr. Volt, a band of mostly college
students that played all over Central Texas.

Away from music, her personal life was a mess. The most recent crisis came
when her boyfriend Bubba . . . Yes, his name was "Bubba." How small-town
Texas is that? . . . broke up with her. They'd been dating for six
months. He was cool with her staying a virgin, but she could let him could
fuck her ass, at least.

The night Bubba walked out, Tawny stayed in the gym with Becca after she'd
closed. She said she needed to work out nervous energy. Their sparring
match ended with Tawny pinned to the mat and squirming against Becca's
muscular womanly body.

She stared up into Becca's eyes, feeling the tightness in her nipples and
the moisture between her legs. Her heart was pounding and her breath was
ragged.

Thinking too much loses fights. Tawny went with her instinct. She grabbed
Becca, pulled her down, and kissed her passionately.

Becca resisted briefly, then relaxed and melted into the kiss. She was a
way better kisser than Bubba, or any other boy. She knew where noses should
go, and the right lip pressure, and especially how to use her tongue. Boys
didn't have a clue.

Then Becca took her, right on the mat with clothes scattered all over. Her
mouth and fingers moved over Tawny's body, touching her in ways she'd never
imagined. Pushing her to climaxes she'd never imagined.

The eight weeks since that night had been heaven. Becca was a perfect
lover-although Tawny didn't have anyone to compare her to.

She'd never kept a boyfriend for more than a few weeks. Boys had eaten and
fingered her, but none of them had made her come. She'd sucked their cocks
and jacked them off. Making the cum squirt from their throbbing poles gave
her an exciting sense of power, but was sort of messy and gross. Thinking
about a boy on top of her with his clumsy hands, jabbing his cock into her,
and spurting cum deep inside her . . . Cringe!

There hadn't been any girls, either. In their early teens, Tawny and her
girlfriends had practiced kissing and fondling each others' bodies, but
that had ended shortly after they'd developed breasts and pubic hair.

All this time, she'd been looking for something. Now, she'd found it. Sex
with a full-grown woman . . .

* * *

"You feeling all right, Babe?" Becca's sultry bass rumble infused the
velvet darkness.

Tawny opened her eyes. She was sprawled on the bed, looking up at the
ceiling. Becca was lying on her side a few inches away, propped up on one
elbow, smiling at her.

"Sure. Uh . . . Guess I fell asleep . . ."

"It was only for a couple of minutes."

"Oh." She laughed, a little nervously. "Well."

"It's okay." Becca leaned forward and kissed Tawny tenderly. "I like making
you come so hard that you fall asleep."

"Well, you sure did that." She laughed again. "And I sure did pass out
. . . I guess you overloaded everything."

"Rode you hard and put you up wet?"

"Yeah. That's a pretty good description."

"Well, you're young and healthy." Becca pounced on Tawny, pinning her to
the mattress. "Ready for another ride."

"Aren't you the horny one?" Tawny's nipples tightened and the heat between
her legs built as she squirmed under Becca, vainly trying to get
away. "What's come over the old lady?"

"First, there's sexy little you." Becca knelt between Tawny's thighs,
restraining her wrists while grinding her pussy into Tawny's vulva.

"You had me back in Austin." Tawny continued struggling, but not hard
enough to be in danger of actually breaking away. She rolled her hips and
arched her back, rubbing her pussy and tits against Becca's body. "What
else?"

"Being AWAY from Austin. From work. My family . . ."

"Sounds reasonable." Tawny stopped struggling and kissed Becca
passionately. "Getting away from everything . . . except each other."

"That's part of it." Becca straddled Tawny's thighs and put her hands on
her breasts. Her warm flat palms pressed against Tawny's hard
nipples. "But, there's also being in a house full of horny women.

"Are you going to introduce us?"

Tawny sat up suddenly. She'd have jumped off the bed and taken a defensive
posture if Becca's weight on her thighs wasn't holding her down. "What?"
She looked wide-eyed at the two naked women standing at the bedroom door.

They were both around Becca's age and in good shape, like her. One was
Anglo, with long thick blond hair. Her Hispanic companion's hair was just
as long and thick, but raven-black. Their bodies were lush, with full
womanly breasts, wide hips, beautifully sculpted butts, and hot pussies
with neatly-trimmed pubic thatches, one black and the other blond.

It was the blond woman who'd spoken. She walked into the room. The Hispanic
woman followed her. They stopped beside the bed.

Becca got up and kissed the Hispanic woman. "Pequeña Pantera, it's good
to see you again." They kissed thoroughly and passionately while groping
each others' athletic bodies.

Tawny stood up slowly, keeping her eyes on HER GIRLFRIEND making out with
this dark . . . admittedly very attractive . . . stranger. Although they
sure weren't acting like strangers . . . And Becca wasn't EXACTLY her
girlfriend . . .

The blonde was watching the coupling women, too. She was just as sexy as
her raven-haired friend, with an arrow of thick blond pubic hair pointing
down at her shaved crotch and neat little pussy lips. Her hair was tousled
and she smelled like sweat and sex.

"Well . . ." The blonde gestured toward Becca and the Hispanic
woman. "Elana's not going to introduce us." She put her hand on Tawny's
bare shoulder and kissed her. It was a friendly kiss, rather than
sexual. Not TOO sexual, anyway. "I'm Kyra. She's Elana. And your friend's
name is Becca. I've never met her . . ." She stopped to watch Elana spread
Becca's butt cheeks and slide her tongue into the black woman's anus.

Tawny stared at Becca and Elana with a kind of horrified fascination. Yeah,
Becca liked fingers and dildos in her pussy and even ass. Tawny loved
getting Becca off, but putting her mouth on an asshole would just be so
indescribably gross. So why was her pussy so fucking wet? She turned away
from the women on the bed and stumbled out of the room.

"Are you okay?" Kyra had followed Tawny into the living room.

"Yeah, I guess." Tawny sank into an easy chair in front of the unlit
fireplace. "Just a little overwhelmed . . ."

"The first time for anything is pretty overwhelming. Especially something
as intimate as a group scene." Kyra moved behind the full bar at the far
end of the room. "Want a drink? We've got practically everything."

That sounded wonderfully grownup to Tawny. "Sure. Uh . . ." She'd been
reading the James Bond books her grandfather had given her when he'd sold
the house and moved to Colorado. "A vodka martini, please."

"Sure." Kyra handled bottles with the cool confidence of a professional
bartender, seemingly unaware of being naked in the middle of a somewhat
fractured sex party. "You want the genuine James Bond recipe or something
that tastes good?"

"I'll go with your judgment." That was always a safe answer. It made her
seem sophisticated even when she didn't understand everything people said.

"Good call." Kyra stirred vodka, vermouth, olive juice, and ice into a
small pitcher, than strained the mixture into martini glasses and added
olives. "Here you are. My slightly off-color vodka martini." She handed one
glass to Tawny and picked the other up herself. "Cheers."

"Thanks." Tawny touched her glass to Kyra's and took a sip. It was STRONG
and she usually didn't drink more than a single beer. "Good." She took
another sip. It WAS good and it wasn't like she was going to be driving
. . . "What makes it a 'slightly off-color' martini?"

"I only use a little olive juice. So it's just a little dirty."

Tawny smiled and nodded like she understood. "It's delightful." She took
another sip and then set the glass down on the end table beside her easy
chair. She closed her legs and crossed her arms over her breasts, then took
a deep breath and lowered her arms to her sides. She kept her legs closed,
hiding her vulva but not much else.

Kyra sat in the easy chair on the far side of the fireplace from Tawny's,
sprawling with her legs open and showing her pussy off. "You never got
around to telling me your name."

"Uh . . ." Tawny couldn't help remembering the sight of Elana's face buried
between Becca's butt cheeks. "I guess I sort of got distracted." It was
hard for her to stop looking at Kyra-her pretty face, dreamy blue eyes,
long blond hair cascading over her shoulders and partially covering her
heavy breasts. Her nipples were big and brown, set in wide areolas.

Kyra spread her legs wider, pulling her pussy lips open and revealing her
glistening pink interior. "That's understandable . . ."

Tawny looked back up at Kyra's face. "Oh . . . Sorry . . . It's Tawny
. . ." Her mind raced. What did you say to a naked woman who'd just watched
you having sex with your girlfriend?

"All Elana and I knew was that Becca might bring a friend." Kyra ate one of
the olives impaled on a plastic sword, then set the drink aside. "We
weren't expecting someone as beautiful and . . . young . . . as you."

"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 . . .

* * * * * * * * * *

Copyright © 2018 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and
incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales,
organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

Website: kenjamesfiction.com
Email: ken@kenjamesfiction.com
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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his
love, enthusiasm, and support.

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