Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2018 13:44:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Pegging Peter Ch. 08

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Peter is the shy teen virgin's first man.
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It was early Sunday afternoon when the women arrived from Glen Rose. Peter,
Mark, and Jeff were waiting at Peter and Kyra's house.

Kyra walked in the door and hit Peter with a full-body kiss, flattening her
big tits against his chest and grinding her pelvis into the rapidly-growing
bulge in his jeans. "Hi, Husband. You miss me?" She gripped his butt
cheeks, pulling their bodies more tightly together.

"Of course."

"Liar!" She slapped his butt and then giggled. "You've been busy. With a
couple muscle studs. I've got to go see them now." She kissed him tenderly
and then went into the living room to talk to Mark and Jeff. She was
wearing her "sexy cowgirl" costume-boots, skin-tight super-short cutoffs,
and a gingham top that barely contained her big breasts, without the straw
hat or the blond braid running halfway down her back.

"Get a room!" Elana moved into Peter's arms and kissed him warmly. "For
US." She kissed him again-dirty this time, inviting him to bend her over,
pull her sprayed-on blue jean cutoffs down, and take her right
there. "Stud." She followed Kyra into the living room, waving her ass
suggestively.

The next guest came in the door. She was a handsome half-black and
half-white woman with a buzz cut, muscular body, firm medium sized breasts
and tight round buttocks. She was dressed in clinging running shorts and a
tight athletic tee-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were
clearly visible through the tightly-stretched fabric. She smiled at Peter
challengingly. "Hi. I'm Becca."

He smiled back, trying to look into her warm brown eyes, rather than at her
impressive chest. She was in her mid-20s-a few years younger than
him. "Pleased to meet you." He hesitated, wondering if he should extend his
hand or hug her.

Becca grinned wickedly and moved into Peter's arms, then gave him a
friendly kiss with a hint of tongue that promised a LOT more. "Hi Peter."
She slipped a hand between their bodies and caressed his stiff cock through
his tightly-stretched jeans. "Kyra's told me what a stud you are." She
patted his ass, then started for the living room. She stopped at the door
and looked back. "You'll get a chance to prove it tonight."

Peter watched Becca's retreating butt until she vanished around the corner,
then greeted the last guest. She was a striking barely legal teenager with
blond, brown, pink, and black hair stretching straight down to her shoulder
blades, wearing heavy black boots, a thigh-length black skirt, and a
sleeveless white tee-shirt with "Dr. Volt" written in jagged letters across
her beautiful little pear-shaped breasts. She held her hand out. "I'm Tawny
. . ." She paused for emphasis. "Becca's GIRLFRIEND."

"Hi Tawny." He took her hand and squeezed it gently, like he was meeting a
client. "I'm Peter."

"Hi Peter." She studied his face with brilliant blue eyes. "Kyra told me a
lot about you."

"I hope you don't believe everything she tells you." Peter found the plain
gold ring in the left side of Tawny's nose and the diamond stud in the
right a little off-putting, but she had pouty lips that begged to be
kissed.

She hugged him, a little awkwardly. "We drove back from Glen Rose
together." It was time to break the polite embrace, but she didn't
move. "She was trying to pimp you out."

"Did it work?"

Tawny tightened her arms around his back. "I haven't decided." She brushed
her lips against his. "I definitely don't want a boy." She smiled
mysteriously. "But, I might be ready for a MAN." She twisted away and took
off for the living room, moving with athletic grace. Peter shrugged and
followed her.

Tawny stopped so suddenly that Peter almost rammed his barely-restrained
boner into her muscular butt. She stood frozen, staring at the people in
the living room.

Jeff was sitting on the couch between Kyra and Elana, wearing a skin-tight
tank top and skimpy running shorts. Kyra's tight-fitting gingham top and
Elana's white peasant blouse were unbuttoned, showing the women's big
breasts. They each had a hand on one of Jeff's thighs.

Mark was sitting in the easy chair on the opposite side of the room with
Becca on his lap. His hands were under her tee-shirt, cupping her
magnificent breasts.

Becca grinned at Tawny. "Come on, Troop. Join the party."

"Well . . ." Tawny took a deep breath and touched one of her breasts. "I
dunno . . ."

Kyra gave Jeff's thigh a final squeeze, then stood up and walked over to
Tawny. Elana kissed Jeff full on the mouth and then followed Kyra. They
took Tawny in their arms.

"Come on." Kyra kissed Tawny. "You know you want to."

"Yeah, Baby." Elana did something that made Tawny squeal. "Let that dirty
girl out to play."

Tawny giggled. "All right. Let's party."

"Good." Kyra took her gingham top off and dropped it on the
couch. Everybody in the room stared at her heavy breasts and big brown
swollen nipples, set in wide areolas.

"Let's make this a topless party," Elana said. She removed her peasant
blouse. Her breasts were just as big and beautiful as Kyra's.

"Uh . . ." Tawny giggled again. She looked at the men and blushed.

Becca lifted her agile body off Mark's lap, revealing the giant tent in his
tightly-stretched sweat pants. She bent forward and kissed him, then turned
to the other women and peeled off her tight athletic tee-shirt. Her breasts
were smaller than Kyra's or Elana's, matching her warrior's body. They were
firm and sleek with big dark chocolate nipples. "Come on, Troop." She
kissed Tawny. "Get with the program."

Tawny grinned and saluted. "Yes, Sergeant." She glanced at the men again,
lingering on Peter, then pulled the Dr. Volt tee-shirt over her head and
tossed it onto the pile with the others. "How's that?" she asked, smiling
shyly at the big bulge in Peter's jeans.

His hard-on grew as he admired her B-cup breasts. They were creamy white
with tiny little nipples, set in areolas the size and color of old pennies.

She saw the way he was looking at her. "You like my tits?"

"Oh yeah. You're a sexy young woman."

Kyra stepped behind Tawny and put her hands on the girl's breasts. "This is
a topless party for boys too. We want to see how you look without your
shirts."

"Well, that's fair." Peter glanced at Mark and then Jeff. They'd moved
beside Peter, forming a rough line facing the women. "Ready guys?"

"Sure," Mark rumbled. Jeff just grinned. The guys stripped their shirts off
and tossed them over their shoulders.

"Oh yummy," Becca purred, gazing at Mark's muscular torso and the
persistent tent in his sweat pants.

Tawny was looking at Peter like she'd never seen a man's bare chest
before. "Dreamboat," she whispered.

Kyra and Elana closed on Jeff. Kyra stroked his arms and chest while Elana
fondled his legs and butt. "You know I'm gay?" he asked. "Right?"

Elana put her hand on the front of Jeff's skimpy running shorts. "Your
dick's hard."

"Well-" Jeff broke off when Kyra stepped behind him and pressed her breasts
into his back. "I've just never . . . I mean . . ."

Kyra slipped into Jeff's arms and kissed him. "It's okay. If you don't want
. . ."

"It's not that, but . . ."

"Good." She kissed him, hard and open-mouthed.

Peter's cock was painfully hard as he watched Kyra kissing Jeff. He was
ready to drag her away, pull her skin-tight cutoffs down, and fuck her
right there when Tawny touched his arm. "God, your wife is sexy."

He turned to admire her lithe young body and innocent face. "So are you."

"Me?" She put her hands on her teenage tits, covering her hard little
nipples. "I'm a stick. No breasts or butt." She turned away from Peter and
wiggled her ass. "See."

Peter lifted her short black skirt, revealing the pale blue boyshorts
stretched over her athletic buttocks. "Looks like a sexy woman's butt to
me."

Becca squealed softly. She was standing a few feet away, fondling her bare
breasts. Mark was behind her with his hands on her hips, doing something
that made her giggle and squirm. "Bad . . . Bad Boy," she growled. "Keep
doing that."

Elana was standing beside Kyra and Jeff, fondling her breasts and rubbing
her thighs while she watched them kiss. "We haven't seen your underwear."
She stepped behind Jeff and pulled his running shorts down. He was wearing
a tight orange bikini with a front and back but no sides.

"Oh yummy!" Elana sank to her knees and buried her face between Jeff's
buttocks. "Such a sweet ass."

"And a wonderful package," Kyra said, stroking Jeff's crotch bulge.

Mark moved away from Becca. He'd pulled her running shorts halfway down and
her plain white thong stood out against her chocolate skin. His massive
hard-on stretched his clinging sweat pants.

Becca laughed. "You've all seen MY underwear." She grinned and looked from
Tawny to Kyra and then Elana. "And you girls have seen a lot more." She
took her running shorts off and tossed them away, then faced him, naked
except for the thong.

Mark stepped out of his sweats and dropped them on the floor. Everyone
stopped to stare at his towering mahogany pole.

"Oh yeah," Becca purred. "A fucking Black Bull."

She reached for his rod, but he grinned, shook his head, and dodged
away. "Not so fast."

"Okay, be that way." Becca took her thong off and tossed it at Mark.

He caught it easily. "Man, it's wet."

"So's my cunt." She ran slow fingers through her closely trimmed pubic
hair. "Want to feel?"

He dropped the thong and put a hand between her legs. She closed her eyes
and moaned while slowly rocking her hips. "Fuck!" she whispered. "You are
such a stud . . ."

Tawny kicked her heavy black boots away and took her skirt off, then
pointed to the bulge in Peter's jeans. "Can I see that?"

He glanced over at Kyra. She smiled and gave him a thumbs-up sign. "Well
. . ." He ran his eyes up and down her graceful body, lingering on the
boyshorts. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"So you like my body?" She reached for his belt.

"Sure. You're a sexy woman."

"Really?" She unfastened his belt buckle. "Even without big tits and lush
curves?" She opened Peter's fly, releasing his hard-on. "Well, you're sure
excited."

He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. "Your turn."

"Okay." She turned around, bent over, and waved her graceful butt at
him. "You like my ass?"

"Oh yeah." He kneaded her muscular buttocks briefly, then pulled her
boyshorts down. "And everything else."

She moaned and arched her back as he ran a slow finger down her crack,
tickled her perineum, and then brought it back upward to slowly circle her
pucker. "Fuck me now, Baby." She thrust her butt backwards, pushing the tip
of Peter's finger into her hot little hole.

"In the ass?"

Tawny turned around, grabbed Peter, and kissed him passionately. "No. I
want you to fuck my pussy." She kissed him again, trapping his hard-on
between her thighs and flattening her little breasts against his
chest. Their hands roamed over each others' bodies while their tongues
danced an erotic tango. "My virgin pussy." She rolled her hips, slowly
thigh-humping his stiff dick.

"Uh . . ." He'd dated Jana, his first girl, for two years before they'd had
sex. He'd thought she was a virgin, but when they broke up she'd admitted
that she'd gotten tired of waiting for him to make a move and slept with
his best friend.

"You don't mind?" She looked worried. "That I'm a virgin . . . I mean, does
that matter to guys?"

"No, it's not that. I've just never . . . uh . . . slept with a virgin
before."

She grinned. "We're not going to be sleeping."

"True enough." Peter looked around the room. Becca was growling like a cat
in heat, stroking Mark's rigid pole while he finger-fucked her pussy. Elana
was kneeling in front of Jeff, sucking his stiff cock while Kyra ate his
ass.

"Want to go upstairs?" Peter asked.

Tawny stopped moving and glanced at the other people. She trembled when he
ran his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks.

"The first time is kind of intimate," Peter said softly.

She looked thoughtful. "Yeah." She pulled away from him and took his
hand. "Take me to bed."

Kyra caught them at the door. "You'll need these." She handed Tawny a
little box labeled "Trojan."

Tawny blushed and then giggled. "You were right." She grinned at
Peter. "Kyra stopped at a drugstore and bought these on the way here. I
told her I wouldn't need them . . ." She giggled again, then kissed
Kyra. "Thanks."

"Of course. You're like my little sister." Kyra patted Tawny's ass, then
kissed Peter. "Take good care of her."

"Wait." Peter stopped Tawny outside the bedroom door. "Let's do this
right." He picked her up and carried her across the threshold.

"That was so romantic," Tawny said when he set her down. "I never realized
how hot it gets a woman to be carried like that."

"Worked on Kyra." He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Tawny kissed him back eagerly, running her hands over his back and
buttocks. "Was it your first time?"

He chuckled. "Nowhere near. We'd been living together for six months. It
was still a memorable wedding night."

"Well . . ." For the first time, Tawny wrapped her hand around Peter's
stiff cock. "I'll try to make it good for you."

"That won't be a problem." He stroked her hair and shoulders while gazing
into her eyes. They were bright blue, deep and soulful. "Scared?"

"No. Why would I be . . ." She let go of his cock and hugged him, like a
little girl with her father. "Sure I am. It's a big step."

"Part of growing up." He tightened his arms around her. "I was scared,
too."

"Your first time?" She looked surprised when he nodded. "But you're so big
and strong."

"It's still scary." He kissed her on the lips, affectionately rather than
passionately. "But I did all right." He caressed her butt cheeks tenderly,
but then slid a naughty finger up and down her crack. "So will you."

"I know." She kissed him, then grabbed his hand and led him to the
bed. "I'm ready."

Peter picked Tawny up and kissed her. She held onto his neck and kissed him
back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He laid her on her back and knelt between her legs. "Oh yeah," she
whispered, staring at his towering erection. "Do it now. I'm ready for you
. . ." She pulled her pussy open. It was hot pink inside and glistening
with her juices.

Peter guided his cock-head to her pussy lips, but froze just outside her
entrance. "I almost forgot." He picked up the Trojan box from the
nightstand and took one of the foil packets out.

"Oh! Me too." Tawny laughed nervously. "Are we THAT wired to reproduce?"

"Guess so." He prepared to tear the packet open.

"Let me put it on you." She took the packet out of his hand. "Kyra told me
guys like that."

"It is fun. Makes it a part of the foreplay instead of an interruption." He
watched as she prepared to slip the rolled-up condom over his cock. "Not
that way." She stopped and looked at the little piece of latex,
puzzled. "Turn it over. Otherwise, it won't unroll. Worse, you'll get
precum on the outside."

"We sure don't want any babies." Tawny reoriented the condom, then pressed
it over Peter's cock-head and unrolled it smoothly down his shaft. She
smiled at her handiwork, then looked up at Peter. "Are we ready now?"

"Guys are ALWAYS ready." He pressed his cock-head between her pussy lips
and took her with one long slow slide. He stopped all the way inside,
enjoying the sensations. Her pussy was hot, tight, wet, and sweet, like
other women's pussies, but it was special because he was the first man to
possess it. Something in the back of his mind grumbled about "caveman
thinking," but the feeling was so primal he ignored the annoying little
voice.

"Wow!" Tawny tightened her pussy muscles around Peter's pole. "I'm a
woman." She pulled him down and kissed him passionately. "YOU made me a
woman."

"You were already a woman. Locked in a room. I just opened the door and let
you out." He drew back and then pushed forward, fucking her with long slow
strokes.

"You're sure unlocking me now." Tawny rolled her hips in time with Peter's
careful thrusts. "But you can unlock me a lot harder."

"Oh, I know." Peter grinned. "Your body and muscles . . ." He pulled
completely out, then drove back into her depths. "I can tell you've had
years of martial arts . . ." He jabbed her pussy a few more times, then
settled down to hard steady fucking. She resisted a little, making him work
for it.

The rougher he got, the more excited she became. He turned his inner
caveman loose when she started coming, pawing her firm little breasts and
ramming her snatch while her lithe young body thrashed under him.

He grabbed her ankles and pushed them up over her shoulders, elevating her
pelvis, then rocked her legs, driving his cock deep into her tight teen
pussy and keeping her coming.

"That's enough," she finally gasped, trying to push Peter away.

"Okay." He lay in her arms with his stiff dick still inside her and kissed
her tenderly. "You all right?"

"Way better than all right." She ran a slow hand through his hair. "I've
never felt like this."

"Good enough to give up girls?"

Tawny giggled. "Oh no." She rolled her hips, shifting his cock in her
pussy. "But now I know why women like cock." She tensed her pussy muscles
around his stiff rod. "Even a dyke like Becca."

"It was the same for me with Mark. I didn't think I was into guys, but
. . . Well, I am. But, I still like girls."

"Good." She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. "I'm glad you like
THIS girl."

"You know it." He drew back and then pushed back inside, making her moan
softly.

Tawny looked up at Peter with a dreamy expression on her face. "It's like
Kyra told me . . . Your cock is SO much better than a dildo. So warm and
alive."

"Well, men and women ARE kind of built to fit together." He fucked her
slowly, angling his cock-head to nuzzle her clit and to rub the
supersensitive area just inside her pussy mouth.

"You fit great." She rolled her hips in time with his gentle strokes. "I'm
so glad I waited . . . For you."

"So am I." Peter abandoned the gentle teasing and pushed deep into Tawny's
pussy.

"This feels so . . ." Tawny looked thoughtful. "You didn't come."

"Not yet." Peter fucked her harder and faster. "But I will."

Tawny kneaded Peter's buttocks while he drove into her hot tight
cunt. "Kyra told me . . ." She gasped and closed her eyes, coming
again. "Wow!"

Her eyes snapped open. "I want to feel you shoot. Like Kyra told me
. . . Your big hard throbbing cock spraying hot cum inside me."

The caveman was right there, ready to strip the condom off and pump a baby
into his new young mate. Peter pushed him away, with effort. "I'm not going
to come in your pussy."

"You can fuck my ass." She grinned at his expression. "You'll be the first
guy there, too."

"Okay." He started to withdraw.

"Wait!" Tawny was smiling. "I do want you to shoot in my pussy. Feel my
spasming snatch sucking your cum." She sighed. "But I'm not going to risk
getting pregnant."

Disappointed, the caveman started to slink away. Then, he remembered he was
going to pound a sexy teenage girl's asshole and returned with a gigantic
hard-on.

Peter pulled his stiff cock out of Tawny's pussy. She wrapped her hand
around its latex-wrapped shaft. "This is it." She took the used condom off
his penis and set it on the nightstand. "The cock that fucked me." She
stroked his rod while squeezing his balls. "Fucked my virgin . . . cunt."

"Do you like it?" She rubbed her thumb and index finger over his cock-head,
smearing the precum leaking from his tip. "When I say 'cunt?'"

"Uh . . . Sure." The caveman definitely liked it.

"I was shy about the 'dirty' words until Becca taught me how powerful they
are. Now, dirty talk gets me hot." She folded her knees against her chest,
lifting her buttocks. "Hot for your big stiff cock in my asshole."

"All right." Peter took the squeeze bottle out of the nightstand and
lubricated his finger. "I'm going to fuck your sexy little ass." He slipped
the finger up Tawny's little puckered hole. It went in easily.

"I'm ready for you," Tawny said. "I've been butt-fucked with dildos, so
this isn't exactly my first time."

"I'm the first man." Peter smeared lube on his rock-hard rod and pressed
its head into Tawny's asshole. "That's good enough for me."

The caveman wanted to ram his dick all the way up his young conquest's
near-virgin hole, but Peter held him back. That was a good thing, because
Tawny wasn't as ready as she'd thought. She squealed and tried to twist
away as he stretched her open.

He pulled back to relieve the pressure. "It's okay, Baby," he said
softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know." Tawny's eyes glistened with tears, but she was grinning. "It just
startled me. Your cock doesn't feel like the dildo." She swung her pelvis
up, pressing his cock-head into her hot little hole.

He pushed through her tight anal ring and slipped all the way inside. The
caveman gloated at claiming a virgin ass. "Jesus, your butt feels good."

"Your cock feels good, too." She clamped her anal muscles around his stiff
pole. "Now, fuck me. I'm ready for you."

Tawny was still tense. Peter started out slowly, easing in and then drawing
back, giving her tight anal muscles a chance to relax. It didn't take long.

"Oh yeah!" She spread her legs in a wide Vee, lifting her butt higher and
pulling her pussy wide open. "Hammer my ass." She slipped two fingers into
her snatch and worked them in and out while Peter turned the caveman loose,
taking her virgin butt with savage animal thrusts.

Tawny screamed and thrashed, coming violently while he pounded her hot
little hole, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks hard enough to shake the
bed.

The caveman howled and rammed his woman's ass even harder and faster as the
tension built in his balls. She screamed in primitive harmony with him,
swinging her ass in time with his brutal thrusts.

"Fuck!" Tawny cried as the cum exploded from Peter's cock. "Shoot it! Fill
my ass with your hot cum!" He slammed her over and over, carelessly using
her while she came even harder, pulling her busy fingers from her snatch
and gripping his buttocks to pull him in deeper.

They finally collapsed in a tangled heap. Peter lay between Tawny's legs,
supporting himself on his elbows to keep his weight off her chest. Her eyes
were closed and she looked dazed, but very satisfied, with a faint smile on
her face.

Peter felt suddenly shy. He was embarrassed and frightened by the
caveman. "Are you all right?"

Tawny opened her eyes and her smile grew wide. "Better than all right. That
was great." She kissed him tenderly. "I've never come so hard."

"It was good for me, too." The caveman grunted at the back of the cave and
then fell asleep. Tawny had been great for lots of reasons, not just
because she was a super-fertile teenager.

"Isn't it always good for guys?"

"Let's just say it was special . . . For both of us."

"It sure was." Tawny grabbed Peter and kissed him, hard and dirty. "Fuck me
again," she growled. "In the cunt! Bare!" She reached between their legs
and gripped his hard-on. "You're ready. So am I."

The caveman stirred, then turned over in his sleep and started to snore.
Peter was glad, because Tawny's offer was disturbingly tempting. He rose to
his knees and looked down on her, grinning like a satyr. "I'd love to, but
guys do need a little while to reload."

She looked disappointed, then laughed. "Man! My hormones are really
kicking!"

"So are mine, so let's not tease the animals." He got out of bed, then
picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Let's get cleaned up and
then go see what the others are doing."

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