leaching his own enjoyment of Christmas out of him. So, he would tell the Shopping Centre Manager that this was his last year. It wasn’t as if he got paid extra and his working hours were longer too. Well, now it was Christmas Eve, and there seemed to be nobody else here, even the Santa’s little helpers had disappeared…pity, they could have come and sat on knee any time, Ho, Ho, Ho he thought.

He was just pondering whether he could get away with sneaking off early, with a sprig of mistletoe in his hat; and cruise the pubs, when he heard a small, quiet sounding voice call.
“Hello, is anyone still here?”
Santa heaved a deep sigh, oh well, I suppose I have to, and so he answered in his best deep voice “Hellooo, Yes, Santa’s still here, come on through.”
After a few seconds, a young woman appeared, pretty, very attractive, so much so that he remembered her from this morning, with a young boy of 3, but she appeared to be on her own this time. She also appeared to be quite nervous and shy.

“Hi” she said “I wasn’t sure if you would be still here, hmmm, there was nobody outside…” her voice trailed off.
She was fidgeting, and sounded very nervous, looking quite awkward standing in the archway.
Hmmm interesting thought Santa.
“How can I help you young lady, we don’t normally give out presents more than once, emmm was there something wrong with the one this morning” he asked her?

She stepped forward into the Grotto, and replied “no, at least I don’t think so, I won’t let him open it until Christmas morning, well it’s just…that, I was…” she slipped back into a nervous silence, he noticed that she was now blushing.
“Yes” he prompted her.
She went even redder and more awkward in her stance; she glanced around towards the entrance and then turned back.
“Well, hmmmm, I was just wondering, well…” she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, “if Santa has anything for this little girl.”

For a second, he thought, no, she didn’t just say that, really…but she did, it was said clearly. After a few seconds of silence, in which the young woman/girl, looked as if she was wishing for the ground to open up and swallow her, Santa said “Well, well, well then” he said in his deepest Santa voice, “why don’t you come and sit on my knee little girl.”

For a second he thought he had heard wrong, and that he had just dropped himself into some very serious shit, but she moved forward, still shy and awkward and blushing, but with a hint of a naughty smile on her lips and in her eyes.

She advanced towards Santa and twisting slightly, she sat down on his lap. His cock was already getting harder, but as she sat down she wiggled and let out a very girly giggle as she pressed her bum firmly into his lap, causing his cock to become very erect, albeit a bit squashed. She kept her head down and adopted the “I am shy” pose with her hair concealing her face.

“Well then little girl, I am not sure we have anything for you, hmmm.”
“Ohhh I don’t know Santa” she replied, wiggling her bum “I am sure you can find something for me.”
“Oh, really, well let’s see, but first things first” he said, allowing his hand to drop down to her tights clad knee “have you been a good or bad little girl?”
She hung her head further, but remained silent.
“I’m sure you have been a good girl?”
She shook her heard.
“What” making his voice a bit sterner, “you mean you’ve been a bad little girl?”
She nodded her head.
“Hmmm well then, a naughty little girl” his hand was now caressing her inner thigh and she allowed her knees to part a little, which he took as a positive sign. She was wearing a short grey skirt and he began to advance his hand upwards, ready to pull back if he went too far.

“Well then, young lady, I think you should tell me what a naughty girl you have been, don’t you?”
She just nodded her head and pushed against his very hard and painfully erect cock, he let out a quite groan.
“Hhmmm, well, perhaps you should tell Santa your name first?”
“It’s Susan.”
“And how old are you Susan?”
“I am 22, 22 and half.”
“Well Susan 22 and half, what makes you say you have been naughty?”
His hand began to push the hem of her skirt up her thigh, he glanced down, her legs parted further, and he could now see to his surprise that they were not tights as he had thought, but stockings. He could now clearly see the tops and the suspenders that were holding them up.
Christ he thought, this can’t be happening.

“Well then Susan, what have you done that makes you such a bad girl then?”
“It’s not my fault” she said in a little girl voice “I been a good girl for so long, I couldn’t help it.”
“Really, what couldn’t your help, my dear?”
His hand was now above her stocking tops, and he was caressing her smooth bare flesh.
“Thinking about you Santa, and since this morning I have been so excited I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
“Thinking about Santa isn’t that bad, but what have you been thinking about.”
In answer, Susan shifted forward a few inches, Santa’s hand was now pressed against a very smooth, and wet, pussy. Fuck, she isn’t wearing any knickers.
“Oh, I see, yes, you are a very, very naughty little girl, not wearing any knickers and coming and sitting on Santa’s knee.”
Susan just hung her head in silence.
Santa began to caress her silken smoothness, and then, thinking what the fuck, the dirty little minx, pushed his finger firmly between her cunt lips.
She let out a gasp and cried out “yessssssssss……”

“You naughty little girl, you like that don’t you” he asked? He continued to slowly but firmly to finger her tight but very wet cunt.
“Hmmm yes Santa”
“Tell Santa what you are?”
“A naughty girl and I want to be Santa’s little fuck whore.”
She cried out again, as Santa inserted another finger and thrust them hard into her cunt.
“And what else do you want from Santa this Christmas?”
“I want Santa’s big cock.”

Susan cried out again, as Santa was now fucking her with three fingers.
“Really, and what do you want to do with Santa’s big cock?”
She didn’t say anything but slide off Santa’s lap, his fingers making a slurping noise as they were pulled from inside her. She dropped to her knees, and then taking hold of Santa’s knees, she pushed them apart. Then she ran her hands down the inside of his thighs, toward the very pronounced tent in Santa’s red trousers, moving up and over she reached for his belt buckle and slowly undid it. And then she gripped the front of his trousers, she pulled and yanked them apart. With the buttons flying off in all directions, his boxer clad erection sprang out into a tent. Then Susan slid her hands over his hips, circling back toward his crouch, all the time maintaining eye contact.

Her hands came together and squeezed his cock, and then moved to the waistband Santa’s boxers, pulling it up and over his cock. It sprang out, erect and very angry looking.
“Ohhhh is this all for little me.”
Santa just nodded his head in reply.
She gripped is cock, and moved her hand up and down, lightly wanking his erection, she lingered over his cock head, squeezing out the precum and smoothing it up and down his cock head, tightening her grip as she did so, getting a groan in response.

Still keeping eye contact, she lent forward, and kissed the end of Santa’s cock, and then rang her tongue over it, and then around, and then ran the tip of her tongue down his shaft. Then she returned, all the time keeping the tip of tongue sliding up Santa’s big pole. When it reached his cock head, she kissed it, and let her lips slip over his cock head and allowed it enter her sweet cherry red mouth. She began to suck and run her tongue over his cock head, she could feel him tensing and arching, he thrust his hips upwards, but she lifted herself, preventing him form pushing his cock in further, yet maintaining her grip with her lips around Santa’s cock head.

She allowed him to relax, and then slowly began to bob her head up and down, just a few centimetres at first, sliding her tongue over his cock head as she did so. After doing this for a few minutes, she began to go further down his shaft, taking more of Santa’s cock into her mouth. Every time she did so, Santa made a groaning noise. Yet, still she would not let Santa thrust his cock into her mouth, each time he tried to raise his hip, she lifted upward. She was very skilled at sucking and teasing cock, and enjoyed the sound of the groans and whimpers from Santa. But she wasn’t ready to let Santa come yet, much as the thought of making him come in her mouth turned her on, but Susan had other plans. So she made one more slide down, and then very slowly slid her lips back up Santa’s thick shaft, teasing his cock head with her tongue, before allowing his cock to pop out.

Although Santa looked disappointed, he remained silent, as Susan, reached for her bag, and got something out. It was a tube, and she popped the cap and began to squeeze, what was clearly lube, into her hand. Then she reached for Santa’s cock and began to apply the lube to his cock, first the head then the shaft. She repeated the process again. It took all Santa’s self control not to come, and he groaned loudly has Susan wanked his cock. When she was satisfied that Santa’s cock was well lubed, she stood, and began to pull her skirt up around her waist, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy, framed by the suspenders. Santa so wanted to taste that sweet pussy, but Susan was clearly working to her own agenda.

“This is what I have been thinking about all day Santa.”
“Really what’s that” he asked?
“Can’t you guess, well” she slowly turned “I want to sit on Santa’s lap, with his big fat cock up my arse, while he finger fucks my Cunt.”
Oh my, he thought, this must be a dream.
Susan hands reached behind her, and began to pull her cheeks apart, her arsehole and the side of inner cheeks, were shiny and glistening and Santa realised that the dirty little minx was already lubed up.

“Well, you clearly are a naughty little girl, and Santa must show you what happens to bad girls.”
He gripped her hips and positioned her, “Now, ease yourself down.”
Slowly, Susan lowered herself down, until she could feel Santa’s cock pressing against her brown cherry. For a second she paused, taking deep breaths, trying to relax her anal ring. Then she began to press herself down, firmly but slowly. She bit her lip as Santa’s big cock began to force her tight arsehole apart. She gasped as Santa’s cock head broke though, pausing for a few seconds to allow herself to get use to his size.

Then she continued to lower herself, forcing Santa’s cock deeper inside her, until, finally her cheeks where resting on Santa’s thighs, her forehead was wet with perspiration. She shifted herself slightly and felt Santa’s hand move down between her thighs.
“Finger my cunt…finger fuck me hard, I am such a bad girl…I need Santa to fuck so bad…”
Without hesitation, Santa thrust his fingers into her soaking wet cunt, two at first, and began pumping his fingers in and out, while at the same time, he allowed his thumb to push up against her clit. After a few seconds, Susan allowed her self to rock back and forth, so that Santa’s cock was fucking back and forth inside her arse.

He finger fucked her really hard and fast, pushing his hand in deep and twisting it, probing for the ‘G’ spot. Susan was panting and groaning, crying out loudly with each deep thrust of his fingers. She was now jumping up and down in time with each thrust of Santa’s hand, fucking Santa’s cock hard and deep insider her arsehole. He couldn’t believe just how tight she felt, and how big this position made him feel.

Susan’s thighs closed around Santa’s deep thrusting hand, which had the effect of squeezing Santa’s cock even harder. He let out a loud grown, being unable to hold back any longer, he began to pump his spunk into Susan’s rectum, his finger fucking stopped and Susan concentrated on bouncing up and down Santa’s cock, now lubricated with his thick, warm spunk. At the same time Santa, pushed up to meet her as she came down, forcing his cock deeper. Susan grunted with each deep penetration.

After a few seconds Santa started finger fucking Susan again, but now he had three fingers inside her, she spread her thighs, allowing him to push in deep. Again he used his thumb to rub her clit, alternating the deep rapid fucks with rubbing her clit. Susan was now lost in a world of own, she hugged Santa tightly, totally unable to do anything, as wave upon wave of pleasure flowed over her. Santa’s cock remained hard and firmly buried in her arse. The wave of pleasure built up into a raging storm, crashing into her, her cries grew to a scream as she was hit by her orgasm. Her limbs spasmed and it took all of Santa’s strength to hold, and at the same time continue to pump her cunt. Once she had calmed a little, he pushed a forth finger in, and pushed in hard, forcing his big thumb up against her clit, and this triggered another orgasm, fast upon the tail of the first. The waves of pleasure crashing over Susan were so intense that she passed out.

Slowly, Santa began to ease off his finger fucking, waiting for Susan to come back to the present. As she gained self awareness again she cuddled and kissed Santa through his beard. Santa was exhausted and he allowed himself to drift into a light semi-sleep. He was aware of the pressure being removed from his lap, and something covering him. Suddenly he jerked awake and realised he that he was alone, Susan had left. Oh well, he thought never mind he thought, and began to pull his suit back into order.
Might has well get off back home to Mrs Santa, hmmm yes…

It was quite late when Susan arrived back from her mother's, with her son. As she pulled into the drive she could see the lights were on in the house. That indicated that her husband was home, probably having prepared the evening meal, and she was late. Her son was chattering away but her mind was still on events earlier this evening and she wasn’t paying attention. She was feeling a mix of guilt and euphoria, and quite a bit of soreness too, she wouldn’t be having anal sex for a week or two that was for sure.

Later after the meal, when she was washing up, her husband came and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her neck and then said “Hello Santa’s little fuck whore, still feel like being a naughty little girl? I’ve bought the suit home with me, so we can play again later.”
Susan didn’t say a word, but simply pushed her bum against her husband's erection…she'd have to persuade him not to give up the Santa position at work, or at least keep the outfit.

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en and John had been good about it, mainly because they'd liked him and he'd been there living in the room on the second floor of the house for over three years. He didn't make a lot of noise, and had few friends around, and he didn't come in late pissed. Of course, he had girls around, and one or two males that he'd met through the internet when was in the mood, but he been careful about not making it too obvious, he was a bit shy about these things, and after all, he was in a family home.

Even though it was a big house, noise travelled, he could always hear the children, and some nights, later, when the kids were asleep or at the grandparents, he could hear the sound of Karen and John fucking. Peter tried not to listen, but Karen was quite vocal, especially recently, often screaming obscenities; normally Karen never swore, and was very strict about the boys using bad language. The fact that Karen never swore made it all the more erotic when she did. She was very attractive; in fact, they both were, John was big, well built; Karen slim but slightly over weight, yet still very good looking. Peter had often fantasised about them, wanking as he listened to them fucking, as he lay alone at night in his room. However nothing had ever happened, Peter, despite living with them for three years, was still shy and awkward in their presence, and to be honest, he found Karen a little bit intimidating.

Anyway, better get on, as he dragged his thoughts back to the essay, right just pop to the bathroom, and then another hour, and I'll call it a day he told himself. He walked out of his room, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the bathroom was located. He turned the bathroom door handle to see if it was locked, no, its open, and walked in, and there in front of was Karen, naked, drying her wet skin off. He froze speechless, as Karen looked up, yet instead of screaming or telling him to get out, or even covering herself, she stood there, fully naked, exposed. After a few seconds, she smiled and said "enjoying the view?"

This snapped Peter back into reality, he stammered his apologises, and rapidly retreated out of the door, closing it after himself, and almost ran back to his room, his face red with embarrassment. Once Peter had settled down, he thought about what he'd just seen, his landlady naked, and not only naked, she hadn't even attempted to cover that nakedness, and her pussy, it was smooth, shaven, that image above all else was fixed in his mind. Even though he was still feeling the effects of his embarrassment, his cock was rapidly hardening as the mental image of his landlady swam through his mind. He turned to his computer and closed the word document, and then opened his thumbnail viewer and moved into his folders where his porn was. He stood up, and undid is trousers, letting them fall and then settled back into his chair, his hand now wanking his cock as he looked at the pictures, in his mind, he imaged they were Karen.

For a few days, Peter managed to avoid seeing Karen, when he finally did run into her; he began to blush and go very red and was even more awkward than normal. Karen had asked him if he was ok, and smiled knowingly. All he could do was blush even redder and then retreat to the refuge of his room. Well the essay had been completed, and handed in and now he could relax a little. But not too much, because he really must get a job, didn’t what sort, just any job. He needed money and he needed to start getting back up to date with is rent. He'd filled in a housing benefit claim form, and they'd told it would take at least 12 weeks, and now it was 12 weeks and they were saying another two to three weeks. So, off too the jobcentre and see what's available. Peter came downstairs to the first floor, just before the bathroom, he suddenly came to halt in surprise, John, Karen's husband, was coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair, but that wasn't what made Peter come to such a sudden halt. John was stark naked, and not only start naked, but his cock was standing half erect.

"Oh hi Peter, sorry about this, left my dressing gown in the bedroom, and there was only one towel" announced John, but instead of moving pass Peter towards his and Karen's room, he stood there in front of Peter, blocking the passage way.

Peter mumbled a reply that it was "ok".

"Right, actually while you here, Karen asked me to talk to you about the rent; to be honest we're getting concerned about it" John told Peter, at the same time one his hands moved and started caressing his cock. Peter's eyes caught the motion.

"Sorry, I am trying, I'll get in touch with the Benefits people, they told me I should have some money bye now...I'll ring them again." Peter tailed of, his mind distracted by what Johns hand was doing.

John was standing there naked, unabashed, his cock now erect, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he openly wanked it. Peter could not take his eyes off it, god it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen, though wonder Karen made so much noise, its wonder she wasn't screaming the house down he thought.

"Ok, well sorry but that's not enough, we're both getting a bit fed up, it's not that we don't like you, you're a great guy Peter, and good a lodger, and we like having you here, but three months rent is a lot of money" John told him. "You can't even tell us if and when you can start paying again, so Karen and I had a chat, and basically Peter, you've got two choices, either pack your bags and get out, or take it up the arse".

Peter stood there, speechless, his brain not wanting to accept what he'd just heard, and not just the words, but the open and forthright way in which they were said, yet despite his surprise, he could not drag his eyes away from Johns cock, Christ it was so big. John had made jokes about this before, at least Peter had assumed they'd been jokes, and hadn't he'd fantasised about this very thing, perhaps they'd guessed somehow, had Karen told John about the bathroom incident, he wondered.

John could see the surprise in Peter face, however, he also could see that Peter was not shocked by the suggestion, the direction and intensity of Peter's gaze told him that Karen had been right, he did play for both sides. "Right, it's up to you, but if you staying, your arse is ours, starting now, either get on your knees, now, or start packing" commanded John, he paused for a second and then repeated his command "now get on your knees".

Peter hesitated, "I errr...."

"I'm not fucking interested in excuses, now get on you knees or get out", John cut him off.

John was now standing right in front of Peter, whose back was now up against the wall, John's hands were placed on his hips, and his hips thrust slightly forward, making is massive erection even more pronounced. Slowly Peter lowered himself down onto his knees, he had to move his head to one side to avoid John's cock, but Johns hand reached out and stopped the movement, and now the cock was pressed against Peters face. Peter knew what was required; he adjusted his position and opened his mouth, and let his lips slide over the massive cock head.

John placed hands behind Peter's head, and then pushed his cock into Peter's mouth; and began to pump it back and forth, slowly and shallow at first, almost like little jerks. Peter's lips were forced open and stretched wide. God, I've never had something so big my mouth, he thought, still struggling to accept John’s size. He began to push his tongue against Johns bell end, pressing against it each time it was pushed into his mouth, he heard John make a satisfied grunt each time. Now the thrust were a bit deeper, each time pushing in about a third of the length of the cock, but even then it was filling his mouth to bursting, and Peter was struggling to move is tongue when it was in. After a few minutes John changed his motion again, this time he made some rapid pumping thrusts, and then pulled back and held it, allowing Peter to flick and slide his tongue over the end of his cock.

John told him "Hmmmm fuck you're good, oh Christ you’re a good cocksucker....uuurrrg" losing coherence and tailing of into a groan. He took a firm grip of Peters head, pumping away, pauses, and then pumping away, until Peter could feel john muscles tensing up, and then suddenly, John thrust his cock hard, forcing its way in deeper, then he pulled it out, before Peter could catch his breath, John thrust forward again, pushing Peters head against the wall, face fucking him hard. He kept thrusting back and forward, almost making Peter choke, until as John cock came forward again, Peter felt the first warm, thick, taste of spunk spurt into his mouth. John let out a long groan, he pulled back and thrust forward again, another spurt of spunk pumped into Peter mouth, causing John to groan even louder and Peter to swallow, there was no where else for it to go. Again and again John pumped his cock in and out of Peter mouth, each time making more spunk spurt into his mouth; some had dribbled out of the side of his mouth. Slowly Johns pumping grew slower and shallower, and he relaxed his grip.

"Fuck that was something, you dirty cock sucker, and you swallowed it too, dirty little cunt" he told Peter.

Peter would like to have replied that he hadn't been given the choice, but he was still sucking on John semi hard cock.

Just then they both heard "urrhhhh ummmmm, I see you boys are having fun together, how naughty of you to start without me". Both men turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice, although Peter was restricted by the cock still in his mouth, still quite hard, but he could just see. Karen was standing there, leaning against the wall, in her power business suit; although even with a cock in his mouth, he noticed that the skirt was a lot shorter than it normally was.

"Fuck, Karen, he can suck cock like a pro, almost has good as you"

"Really, well I hope he can lick a pussy as well as he sucks cock" she replied. She walked over to the two men, "let's go into the bedroom and find out shall we?"

John let his cock slip out of Peter's mouth, and then offered him a hand and pulled him up off his knees. Peter followed John and Karen into their bed room.

"Sit over there John" she indicated the chair, "and come here Peter".

Peter did as he was told, and Karen placed her arm around him and then placed her lips over his mouth, and began to kiss him and suck over his mouth, his own mouth opened in response, she pushed her deep tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she pressed her body against his erection in is trousers. She kissed him long and slow, when she finally pulled away, licking the trace of semen of Peters face, her hand came down and squeezed his crouch.

"Hmmmmm I love the taste of spunk in another mans mouth, now take off your clothes Peter and lets see what we have here" giving his crouch another squeeze.

Peter took his clothes off, a bit self-consciously but with little hesitation. Karen remained standing, hands on hips, watching him, and so was John, sitting there naked, in the corner. Soon Peter was standing there in front of his landlords naked.

"Hmmm nice, very nice, give me a twirl" commanded Karen.

Peter did has he was told.

"Nice isn't he John, what do you think of his arse?"

"Cute, looks nice and tight" John replied. Peter blushed.

Karen gripped her short skirt and began pulling it up around her hips, Peter gasped when he saw that underneath she was naked except for her stockings and suspenders, simple, black ones, yet extremely sexy. Karen smiled at Peter's very obvious reaction, men are so easy to please she thought.

"Hmmm you like" she asked? Peter simply nodded his head in reply.

"You've been thinking about my pussy, haven't you?"

Again Peter just nodded his head.

"Well then, get on the bed, on your back" she ordered. Peter did has he was told and settled back. He looked over has he felt the bed shift as Karen kneeled on the bed, and then lifted her leg over his body, and straddled him, so that she was astride his chest. She lowered herself down onto him so that her pussy was pressing against his chest and began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing it against Peter's skin. Slowly she shifted her knees and moved herself up his body, keeping her pussy in contact with his body all the time. He could feel her wetness on his skin. She rubbed it against his chin, but then raised herself up, so that her pussy was several inches above his face, his nostrils were filled with the scent of her arousal.

"Enjoying the view" he heard Karen say, and then she began to lower her now very wet pussy down onto Peter face, his mouth opened to meet her. His eyes closed as her wet cunt lips settled onto his mouth, and he kissed it, sucking, drawing in her juices into his mouth, relishing the taste on his lips and tongue, and then pushing his tongue into her cunt, pushing it in as deep as it would go, at the same time he felt Karen push down. He licked his tongue around, trying to get it in as deep as he could, and the slid it back out and licked around her pussy lips before sliding it back in again as deeply as before, he kept this up, repeating the process. Karen hands came down and twisted into his hair, he could hear her cries and groans, her thighs gripped his head, relaxed and the tensed up again.

He shifted his position slightly so that he could place his mouth over her clit, and then he kissed it, and then sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth, above Karen groans grew louder, and her grip tighter. Peter sucked on her clit, probed it with is tongue and then nibbled it with is teeth, brining Karen to her first orgasm, the pain of Karen's grip on his hair was almost unbearable, and her downward pressure momentary smothered him, preventing him from breathing for what seamed like minutes. Slowly Karen's grip relaxed, but she did not lift herself of, so Peter carried on, licking, sucking and gently nibbling, while she stroked his head.

Karen suddenly she lifted herself up, rising her thigh, and swivelled around, so that she was now facing the other way, and lowered herself back down, giving Peter view of both her holes, she shuffled herself so that her cunt was back on Peters mouth, but the new position meant that his noise was now firmly between her big round cheeks, and a faint musky aroma began to combine with the sweet smell of her pussy. He felt a hand grip is very hard cock, in fact so hard that it was almost painful. Then he felt rougher, firmer hands grips his ankles, he could feel his legs being pushed back, right back, the hand holding his cock let go, and then he felt another pair of hands grip and hold onto his ankles, and the rougher one released there grip.

Peter felt something touch him between what were now very exposed cheeks, it was something cold, wet and slippery, he felt it push in between his cheeks, and he realised that it was John's fingers, sliding lubricant between his cheeks. Peter tried to relax, as the finger began to probe his arse, and pushing in, deep, then it went away for a second. Then it was back but this time, it was two, and not too gentle either, but pleasant enough. Ever this since an ex-girlfriend talked Peter into being tied up and dildo-fucked, he'd enjoyed something long and hard in his arse, mind the size of what was coming made him shiver, and had he'd not been down under Karen cunt he might have ran away, but perhaps not. The fingers where still pumping his arse, he'd stopped licking for the moment, but Karen was rocking back and forth, rubbing herself over his mouth and noise. Again the fingers were pulled away, but this time something much bigger and harder replaced them.

It was now pushing between his arse cheeks, spreading them, it rested against his arsehole for a second, then the pushed forward, the pressure building up as it forced its way into Peter tight arsehole. With the pressure came pain, building up, until he was crying out loudly, yet muffled by Karen's cunt, in his mind he was screaming ooohhh Goood take it out take it out its too big. The cock pushed in and then stopped, allowing Peter to get use to it, for the intensity of the pain to lessen. Again he felt hands swap there grip, and then Karen shifted her position, leaning forward, allowing Peter to breath more freely for a second, then he felt her hand wanking his cock, and then her lips on his cock.

At that moment, he felt the pressure building again, as John pushed his cock in, meeting resistance, he pulled back and then pushed in again, and causing Peter to cry out, but neither Karen nor John took any notice. John now started pumping his cock back forward, fucking slowly into Peter, with each forward pump, going in a bit deeper, and causing him to cry out each time. However the pain was lessoning as he became used to Peters size, and with the sensations caused my Karen's lips sliding up and down his cock, it was exquisite. Peter returned his attention to Karen's pussy and clit, and began to lick, nibble and kiss between thrust of Johns cock. Peter managed to work one of his arms around and began to finger Karen’s anus.

He could not tell how much of Johns huge cock was in him, it felt like all of it, but he guessed that it couldn't be much more than half its length, but he could feel John pumping faster and faster, while Karen was practically swallowing him whole, he didn't think he was going to last much longer. A thought came into his head and he reached up with is hand, Karen's cheeks were spread exposing her own anal rosebud, and Peter began to push and probe it with finger, while licking her pussy, which was quite an achievement considering the position he was in. He pushed his finger in, and felt rather than heard Karen's grunt of surprise. She pushed back a little to meet his thrusting finger. Peter tried to concentrate on fucking his finger in and out of Karen's arse, but the combination of John cock shafting him and Karen's sucking where just too much for him, and let himself fall back, abandoning himself the twin sources of pleasure sweeping over him.

He could feel is own orgasm building up, and suddenly he was there, he groaned out loudly, and began to pump his spunk into Karen's mouth, and like Peter earlier, she continued to suck and swallow, drawing out the orgasm, so much so that it almost bordered upon painful. John, sensing Peter's orgasm was beginning to pump faster, making long hard thrust, fucking his cock deep into Peter's rectum, using Peter's legs to pull himself into him. He was surprised that Peter could take him, Karen couldn't despite, being into anal fucking, he'd see if eventually Peter could take his whole length and with that thought John lost himself in his own orgasm and for the second time, filled Peter with his spunk.

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