Ken James Fiction


Pegging Peter - Bend Over

An "innocent virgin" plays sex games with an older man.


He pulled a half-gallon plastic bottle of vodka out from under the desk, raised it to his lips and took a long drink. Then he held the bottle out to me. "Drink some of this. It'll relax you . . . enough."

I reluctantly accepted the bottle and took a small sip.

"Take a real drink," he snarled. I swallowed several mouthfuls and lowered the bottle, gasping for breath.

"That's better." He grabbed the bottle and took another long drink. He put the bottle back, then opened a desk drawer and removed a small tin, a lighter and a strange little brass pipe. He opened the tin, revealing a few marijuana buds. He crushed one of the buds into the pipe and lit it.

He took a long drag, then extended the pipe in my direction. I hesitated, then took the pipe and inhaled shallowly. He was glaring at me, so I drew sharply on the pipe, causing the bud to glow bright red and filling my lungs with hot smoke. I handed the pipe back to him and started coughing as I let the smoke out. I felt slightly dizzy and the basement room suddenly seemed vaguely dreamlike.

He puffed on the pipe until it went out, then stood up and shed his clothes. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. When he was finally naked, I gazed in awe at his stiff penis. It was at least two inches longer than my own erect dick and considerably thicker.

"Don't just stand there and stare," he said, wrapping one hand around his balls. "Get over here and suck my cock."

I sank to my knees and opened my mouth. He tried to ram his massive organ down my throat. I gripped the base of his shaft and slowed him down enough to keep him from choking me while he fucked my face.

He pulled his throbbing cock away after I'd been sucking him for several minutes. "Bend over the bed."

I stood at the foot of the bed with my legs spread and my hands on the sagging mattress. "What are you going to do?" I whispered as he moved behind me.

He didn't answer in words, but I felt a greasy finger probing my anus.

"What's happening?" I asked more urgently as he withdrew the finger. "I'm scared. What are you doing with my virgin ass?"

"What are you pushing against my asshole?" I gasped. "It's big and round and it's stretching me open. It hurts."

"Shut up and take it."

"What are you doing?" I cried. "That thing is big and thick and hot and it's filling my butt . . . Oh my God! It's your cock! You're sliding your big hard cock into my asshole."


This an excerpt from Pegging Peter, coming to Amazon, Smashwords, and other ebook distributors.


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