Payment in Kind

Payment in Kind

By Shyblueeyes1968

MMF, Bisexual, Male Anal, Anal Play, Facesit, Oral, Male-Dom, Seduction, Coercion

Peter, a student, gets behind with his rent. Unable to pay what he owes, he is confronted by his landlords and presented with a choice: either get out or accept an alternative method for paying the rent.

7,000 words

©Shyblueeyes1968 2007-2025 Ver.202505

(Authors Note: This is revised version of the story first published in 2007 under my old account Blueeyeandy, but written and published under the penname Shyblueeys1968. I've decided that it made a lot of sense to have a matching account name and penname, and that in advance of publishing any new material, that I should reappraise and edit all my older stories before reposting them in the new account.)

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Peter was working away at his dissertation; he'd been up since 4 o'clock that morning, when he'd finally given up trying to sleep, got out of bed and turn on his PC. The dissertations importance and the imminent due date meant that it had been constantly on his mind for weeks now. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd manage a good night sleep and woken up feeling refreshed and revitalized. Weeks, perhaps even months even, it was all a bit hazy. He'd fall into an exhausted slumber, only to be wide-awake a few hours later and he felt like the walking dead, constantly tied, but unable to find relief, other than a few hours.

The daft thing was, his dissertation was complete, and had been ready to hand in for over a week. Really, he told himself, he should just hand it in, but he kept going back over it, checking it's arguments and conclusions, checking the references and sources, and finally proof reading it's for grammar and spelling. If he wasn't careful, the stress would make him ill again. He'd already given up his part-time job to focus entirely on the academic work, and now, added to the stress of the dissertation, money problems had become another source of anxiety.

Right, he told himself, tomorrow, just hand the fucking thing in, and that was it, the end, his degree was complete. Chill for a day or two, and then get out and find some work. Going over it again and again, wasn't going to make the thing any better than it already was; so hand it in and then focus on getting some work.

He already owned three months rent, and he was sure that he was pushing the limit of his landlords patience. They'd been more than generous with Peter and he did really like living with them, but it couldn't last, not owing three months rent. He had enough cash if he was careful, for him to eat for another two weeks, if he relied on noodles and pasta for most of his meals. Fortunately, he was a pretty good cook and had become very creative at knocking up tasty low cost meals that were fairly healthy too.

His Landlords, Karen and John had been good about the whole thing, in fact, not just good, there were fucking amazing and supportive. Not just deferring the rent, but insisting that he join the family for meals a couple times a week, and popping up to the top floor where his room was, to check in on him, especially if they hadn't seen for a few days. They told him it was because they'd liked him, fully understood the situation and how hard he was working. Get your dissertation done, and then we'll discuss it. However, surely there was a limit to their indulgence?

He'd been living with them in a room on the second floor of their house for over three years, right from the start of his course. There was another two rooms, which they also let out to students, plus a small kitchen. Both the other rooms were currently vacant, their occupants, two foreign exchange students had returned home, so it was just him and the family. The family consisted of John and Karen, and their two boys, and they occupied the ground and first floor of a large Victorian house.

From their point of view, he been the perfect student tenant, he didn't make a lot of noise, had few friends around, and he didn't come in late at night pissed or do drugs. Of course, he had girls visit, and one or two males that he'd met through the internet, when was in the mood. Until recently, it was a rare week that he didn't invite over one two friends to share a meal, play a few games or watch a movie.

However, he always been careful about not making it too obvious that he had a bi side to his sexuality. He was a bit shy about these things, and after all, he was in a family home with relatively young children. Even though it was a big house, noise travelled, he could always hear the children and activity around the house, so he kept things discreet. One consequence of the way sound travel around the house as that some nights, late or when the kids were at their grandparents, he could hear the sound of Karen and John having sex.

Peter tried not to listen, but Karen was quite vocal, especially recently when the boys were at their grandparents, often screaming out obscenities. Normally Karen never swore, and was very strict about people using bad language. The only time he'd heard her using bad language was when she being fucked and the fact that Karen never swore in normal conversation made it all the more erotic and stimulating for Peter. He felt guilty about being able to hear, but that didn't stop his hand reaching for his cock as his imagination created the visual imagery to go with the sounds coming up from the first floor.

Karen was very attractive; in fact, they both were, John was tall, about 6'2, blond and well built; she was a petite 5'4, but slightly overweight, in a very attractive way, with long black hair. Peter had often fantasised about them, wanking is cock as he lay alone in his bed listening to them fucking. However, nothing had ever happened, and it was unlikely too, because Peter, despite living with them for three years, was still little shy and awkward in their presence, and to be honest, he found Karen a little bit intimidating too. Mind, he found all women he was attractive to a little bit intimidating.

It was silly, even though he was in his late 20's, and sexually experienced, he was still quite shy about sex, and found it hard to make the first move. Fortunately, for Peter, he was quite attractive, with a nice personality and his ability to cook amazing meals counted for a lot at University, and had more than offset his shyness. He was a quite good lover too, once the ice had melted, thoughtful and mindful of his partners needs. He enjoyed finding out what made a girl tick sexually. It was just a question of getting over the first hurdle of his shyness, and then it was great. He had several regular playmates, but had resisted getting into "relationship."

Right, back to the task in hand. It's finished, he told himself. He'd gone over it a dozen times, and it wasn't going to get better, there wasn't any errors and omissions. Print it off, bind it, and hand it. In fact, don't wait till tomorrow, do it today he told himself. Why the fuck wait another 24 hours?

No, just hand it in, then go for a long walk along the beach, pick a couple of ciders on the way back, have a nice dinner, catch up on all the TV he'd down loaded, and more to the point, try and catch on some sleep. Recharge his batteries for few days. But first, I need to the bathroom.

He left his room, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the main bathroom was located. He turned the door handle to see if it was locked and then pushed open and walked in. He stopped dead in shocked surprise. There, in front of him was Karen, naked, drying her wet hair with a towel. He froze to the spot speechless, as Karen looked up, yet instead of screaming or yelling at him to get out, or even covering herself, she stood there, fully naked, exposed and smiled and then she said "enjoying the view?"

This snapped Peter back into reality, he stammered his apologises, and retreated out of the door, closing it as he went, and almost ran back to his room, face red with embarrassment. It never occurred to him to wonder why Karen was using the main bathroom when she and John their own en suite.

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 or appeared too alarmed or distress at his intrusion. The image of her just standing there smiling confidently and unabashed, was seared into his mind. She was more attractive naked than he had ever imagined. Her breast were firm, her body pleasantly curvaceous and her pussy, it was smooth, shaven and beautiful. Even though he was still feeling the effects of his embarrassment, his cock was rapidly hardening as images of his landlady filled 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, but in his mind, they were Karen. In imagination, she would follow him to his room, still naked and just walk into his room, and catch wanking and ask him if she could help him with 'that'.

After the wank, he cleaned himself up, printed the final copy dissertation and gave it one finally check. Then he put into a folder, left the room. He stood on the landing and listened. He couldn't hear any movement or the sound of the radio that Karen normally had on, and so he quietly descended the stairs. He had no idea what he would say to Karen if he had bumped into her, but he managed to get out of the house without crossing paths. It was a problem for another day.

He went straight to the University, with his first port of call being the stationary shop to get his dissertation covered and bound. Then up to the facility office to hand it in. He handed it over to the lady behind the counter, accepted the receipt, and breathed out a sigh of relief. It was done, over; three years of study and hard research, all bound up into that dissertation. All that was left now was the graduation ceremony in few weeks, and that was it. Only it wasn't, because Peter was already thinking about a post-graduate research degree. He'd need to work for a bit, but perhaps in two years time, or three, he could submit his application. Anyway, he told himself, that was something to worry about next year. Now it was time for a chill out, relax, recharge, and in a few days, throw himself fully into finding some work.

For a few days, Peter managed to avoid seeing Karen and when he finally did run into her, he began to blush and felt even more awkward than normal. She was wearing a long red cotton dress, that came down to mid calf, but which buttoned up the front. They were all undone almost to the top her thighs, and even in his embarrassment, part of him was wondering what she would like if she sat down; what if she wasn't wearing any knickers? Karen had asked him if he was ok, and smiled knowingly. All he could do was blush even redder, stammer that he was fine and then retreat to the refuge of his room.

God, he thought, she's so fucking hot! However, he told himself, he couldn't have sex with her, even if she made the first move. She was married, and more to the point, married to somebody he really liked. How would John react if he found out his lodger was boning his wife? Of course it didn't stop him beating one off thinking about Karen sitting in a chair in that red dress, showing off her shapely legs, and then uncrossing her legs and revealing that she was knickerless, or perhaps stepping into the shower naked while he was in it. In his imagination, she would wash him, before sinking down to her knees and taking him into her mouth.

He spent the next few days going to all the employment agencies he could find and registering with them for any kind of work. He needed money urgently and really, for the time being, he'd do any sort of work. He'd worry about what kind of work later, once he'd paid off what he owed, and had built up a little in the bank to give himself a bit of a breathing space. Then he could think about the sort of work he actually wanted to do, and later plan ahead to the possibility of doing a post-graduate degree.

He managed to avoid Karen and Peter for rest of the week, and while waiting to hear from the agencies, he kept himself busy tidying up and organising his papers and room. He'd accumulated a lot of paper work over the years, and he needed to decide what to hang on to, and what could go in the recycling. Every other day, he call round the agencies to see if they had any work for him, but they kept telling him that they were still processing his references and that, because the end of the academic year, there was a lot of students looking for work.

One evening Peter came downstairs to the first floor, on his way out. It was a warm pleasant evening and he was going for walk down to the sea front and along the beach with a couple of pints at the end, before returning home. 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. It was because John was stark naked, and not only start naked, his cock was standing semi erect too.

"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 hallway. Again, Peter failed to wonder why John was using that bathroom and not the en suite that he and Karen had off their bedroom.

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" he told Peter, at the same time one his hands moved down and started caressing his cock. Peter's eyes followed and stared at the hand as it caressed the rapidly hardening cock.

"Sorry, I am trying, I've registered with all the employment agencies and I should have some work in a day or two. I'll chase them up tomorrow" Peter tailed off, his mind distracted by what John's hand was doing. It was a big cock, bigger than my cock, thought Peter, and getting bigger.

John just stood there, completely unabashed, his cock now fully erect, his hand sliding up and down his shaft. Peter could not take his eyes off it, God it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen in the flesh. No wonder Karen made so much noise when that was pounding into her; its wonder she wasn't screaming the house down, he thought.

"Ok, well sorry, but that's not good 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 comprehending 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 sexual jokes about before, at least Peter had assumed they'd been jokes, and Peter had treated as just a bit of banter. If he was being honest, hadn't he fantasised about this very thing a few times. Perhaps they'd guessed somehow, that he was bisexual and attracted to both of them. Had Karen told John about the bathroom incident, he wondered.

John could see the surprise in Peters face; however, he also could see that Peter wasn't that shocked either. He was pretty certain that he could see a hint of desire in Peter expression, despite the fact he was blushing. The direction and intensity of Peter's gaze seemed to confirm that Karen had been right; he did play for both sides, and she was certain, with the right encouragement, that he would join them in bed.

They were both very kinky and loved sex with others, but with two children and often two to three young student lodgers too, the opportunities for playing were few and far between. They occasionally manage a night away, especially now the boys were older and Peter was willing to child mind, and the boys spent at least one, sometimes two weekends a month, with the grandparents. So they could usually manage to play at one or two Saturday nights a month, but it meant that they were horny all the time. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they might chance to slip in a quickly, but that merely took the edge off.

It had been Karen's idea to start having nosier sex while Peter was upstairs and making very it obvious that they were fucking. However, despite leaving their bedroom door open and making lots of sex noise, Peter hadn't taken the bait. Now they both agreed that something more direct would be required.

"Right, let's not beat about the bush, it's up to you, but if you staying, your arse belongs to me and Karen, starting now, either get on your knees, now, or start packing your stuff" ordered John, he paused for a second and then repeated his command "now, get down on your knees".

Peter hesitated, "I errr...."

John cut him off "I'm not fucking interested in excuses Peter, either suck my cock or get out. Now get on your knees!"

Inside, John felt a little bit guilty at playing at being the bastard, but God, he was horny, and he and Karen had been trying to get Peter in their bed for months. She was certain Peter was up for it, and so they decided to make their move, one-way or the other over the next few days. It was the school holidays and the boys had been packed off to the grandparents for a long weekend and wouldn't back to till Monday. That gave them three whole nights to seduce Peter, and turn him into their newest plaything.

Karen still wasn't back yet from dropping the boys off and when John had heard Peter coming down the stairs, he decided to seize the opportunity. He discarded his dressing gown before stepping out naked into the hallway. This was a lucky chance, catching Peter like this, and it was too good to miss.

John had shifted his position, and now was now standing right in front of Peter, whose back was now up against the wall. His hands were on his hips, and his hips were thrust slightly forward, making is massive erection even more pronounced.

Slowly Peter slid down the wall onto his knees; he had to move his head to one side to avoid John's cock, but John's hand reached out and stopped the movement, and now the cock was pressing against Peter's face. No further words were needed and he knew what was required. He adjusted his position and opened his mouth, and let Peter's large cock head slip between his lips.

"Fuck, yesss..." gasped John.

John placed his hands behind Peter's head and took a firm hold before pushing his cock deeper into Peter's mouth. With 3 inches of cock inserted, he began to pump it back and forth; slow and shallow at first, almost like little jerks. He pushed Peter back, so his head was touching the wall behind him.

Peter's lips were stretched wide around the invading cock and at first; he struggled to deal with John's size. While he'd sucked a couple cocks before, and more than a few strap-on dildos, this was biggest cock he'd ever had in his mouth, organic or synthetic.

He adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable and began to push his tongue against Johns cock head, pressing against it each time it was pushed into his mouth. He heard John make a satisfied grunt with each inward thrust. John's cock in was warm and hard, with a slight soapy taste from the shower, and hint of precum as his tongue pushed against the glans.

Slowly the thrusts began to go a bit deeper, until John was pushing in about a half of his 10" length into the Peter's mouth. Even though it was only half, it was filling his mouth to bursting, and he was struggling to move is tongue on the deeper inward thrust.

After a few minutes John changed his motion, 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, before forcing it back in and making more rapid thrust.

"Hmmmm fuck you're good. Oh Christ, you're a good cocksucker...." before losing coherence and tailing off into a long groan.

He took a firm hold of Peter's head and started making hard pumps, pushing deeper into his mouth. He still paused every 5 or 6 thrust, pulling back and holding his cock head just between Peter lips. He'd then made some rapid shallow pumps with the lips wrapped tightly around the cockhead before thrusting in deeply again.

After a few minutes of this hard fucking, and nearly gagging on the thick intruder as it pushed into his throat, Peter could feel John tensing up. Then suddenly, John thrust his cock hard, forcing it in deeper, then he pulled it almost out. Before Peter could catch his breath, John thrust forward again, banging Peter's head against the wall, face fucking him hard. With each deep inward thrust Peter let a load cry of "Fuck yes!"

He kept thrusting back and forth, making Peter choke.

John's muscles tensed and with a loud cry, his cock fucked forward again and Peter felt the first squirt of warm, thick and salty spunk. John let out an even louder and longer groan, as he pulled back and thrust forward again, another spurt of spunk pumped into Peter's mouth.

Peter began to swallow, he had no choice, there was nowhere else for it to go, even then, some of escaped from his mouth. Again and again, John pumped his cock in, each time making more spunk spurt into Peters mouth; slowly 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 still had a mouth full of semi erect cock.

Just then, they both heard a female voice "hummmmm, I see you boys are having fun together. Naughty boys, you started without me."

Both men turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice, although Peter movement was restricted by the cock still in his mouth. Karen was standing there, leaning against the wall, in her 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 bedroom.

"Sit over there John" she indicated a chair in the corner of the room, "and come here Peter!"

Peter did as he was told, and Karen wrapped her arm around him. Pulling him close, she placed her lips over his mouth, and began to kiss him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth, which opened wide in response. At the same time, she pressed her body up against his erection. She kissed him long and slow and when she finally pulled away, she licked every trace of semen of Peters face. Her hand drooped down and squeezed his hard cock through his trousers.

"Hmmmmm I love the taste of John's spunk in another man's mouth. Now take off your clothes Peter and let's see what we have here" giving his crouch another firm squeeze.

Peter began take 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 both his landlords naked.

"Hmmm nice, very nice; give me a twirl" instructed Karen.

Peter did has he was told.

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

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

"Lay on the bed" instructed Karen.

Peter climb on the bed and lay on his back.

Karen climbed onto the bed, and straddle him, her feet either side of him. She looked down and took hold of the hem of her short skirt. She began to slowly ease the skirt up around her hips. Peter gasped when he saw that underneath she was naked except for her stockings and suspenders.

They were just simple black ones and yet extremely sexy. Her pussy was as smooth and bare as the first time he'd seen it, with one added difference, it was clearly wet, and could now see a very prominent clitoris, like a little bud.

Karen smiled at Peter's very obvious reaction; men are so easy to please, she thought. Put on some black suspenders and stockings, and you had them eating out of your pussy.

"Hmmm you like" she asked?

Peter simply nodded his head in reply.

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

Karen's use of such a taboo word was like an electric shock, and his cock twitched.

Peter just nodded his head in reply.

She slowly lowered herself down onto her knees, straddling his chest. Peter could smell the heady combination of her perfume and sexual arousal.

"So, naughty boy, you've thinking about me? Have you been wanking your cock, you little perv?"

Her hands slid around her bare thighs and around into her inner thighs and up over her pussy. She rubbed herself for a few seconds, and then she pulled her labia apart.

"Dreaming about this... My. Hot. Wet. Cunt?"

She moved her knees further apart and lowered herself.

"Kiss it!"

Peter lifted his head and kissed her glistening pussy, and then let his head full back.

Karen reached forward and grabbed him by his hair.

"I didn't say stop... get back and eat it... eat cunt..."

She pulled him back up to her pussy by his hair and Peter kissed her wet lips. She pushed herself against his face and then began to lower her now very wet pussy down, pushing Peter back into the pillow. She spread her knees further apart so that she was almost smoothing his face. 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 and then he pushed his tongue in, going in as deep as it would go. She slowly ground herself over his open mouth, moving her hips back and forth, pulling his hair again with both hands, as if she was trying to pull Peter inside her.

He licked his tongue around inside her and licked around her outer pussy lips before sliding it back inside her. There were moments when he found it difficult to breath, but she'd relax and eased some of the pressure, enabling Peter to shift his attention to her clitoris.

He flicked and teased it, and then moved slightly so that he could place his mouth over her clit. He kissed it, and then sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth. Above him, Karen's groans grew louder, and her hands gripped his hair more tightly. She involuntary lifted herself up, before pushing herself back down hard with a loud cry grind her cunt over his teeth and nose.

When she stopped moving Peter sucked her clit back into his mouth, probing it with his tongue and then nibbled it with is teeth gently. Karen cries had morphed into a continuous wail, and he felt like his hair was going to be pulled out by the roots.

Suddenly there was a flood of juices and Karen pressed down hard on his face, as her first orgasm washed over her. The downward pressure smothered him completely, preventing him from breathing for what seemed like minutes. He had to drink down some of the juices until slowly Karen's grip relaxed, but she did not lift herself off, so Peter carried on, licking, sucking and gently nibbling, while she stroked his head.

"God, that was good, fuck so good..."

After a few minutes Karen lifted herself up, 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 pussy was back over Peter's face.

He felt a hand grip his hard cock; in fact, it was so hard that it was almost painful to her touch. Then he felt her kiss the tip of his cock, and then a lick. Her tongue licked his cockhead, and then it slid down his shaft, going up and down several times, while her hand caressed the head. He felt her kiss the base of his shaft before licking his balls and then her tongue ran back up his shaft.

He felt kiss his cock head again, several times, and then he groaned, as he felt Karen tight lips slide over it. For a few minutes, she sucked the head, with tongue sliding over the tip, and then she took the whole of his cock into her mouth. He wished he could see it, because it felt like that she'd gone right down to base of his cock. His hip involuntary bucked up, and he felt her pull up and away.

She slapped his leg, "naughty boy, and who told you to step eating my cunt!" She pushed her pussy down into his face, and he started to lick it. He could feel her mouth sliding back down his cock at the same time. Then he felt somebody else, John, get on the bed. Rougher, firmer hands took hold of his ankles and his legs were lifted and pushed back, lifting his arse up off the bed.

Karen released his cock from her mouth and sat up and he felt her hands take hold of his ankles. Peter knew instinctively what was about to happen, and he tried to move. He was not ready for this, if he ever would be ready, to take something that big. However, Karen held him down firmly between her thighs and she had a tight grip on his legs.

Peter felt something touch him between cheeks. It was something cold, wet and slippery. He felt it push between his cheeks, and he realised that it was John's fingers, sliding lubricant into his anus.

Oh, God, no! He was too big. He'd been fucked, more than once, by real and strap-on's but nothing anywhere as long and as thick as the cock that was about to penetrate him. He tried to move, to tell them no, but Karen just push her hips down, smoothing his mouth so that only muffled noises escaped.

Peter tried to relax, as the invading finger began to fuck his arse, pumping back and forth, deep. Then it went away for a second before returning but this time, it was two, pushing in slowly but firmly, slick with lubricant. At least he was thankful for that. He couldn't image how painful it would be without lubricant with something that big.

The fingers where still pumping his arse and he tried to focus on relaxing as much as possible. Karen just rocked back and forth, rubbing herself over his face. Then the fingers were went away again, to be replaced with something else, something much bigger and harder.

Oh God, thought Peter, relax, he told himself, try to relax!

He could feel John cock pushing between his arse cheeks, spreading them, it paused against his anus for a second, then the pushed forward, the pressure building up as it forced its way into Peter tight arsehole.

Oh God, fuck, it hurts, and Peter let a cry, smothered by Karen's hot wet cunt pressed against this mouth. He wanted to scream 'stop, take it out.'

The cock pushed in a little more and then stopped, allowing Peter time to get use to it, for the intensity of the pain to lessen. Again he felt hands swap their 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, slowly up and down, and then her lips on his cock. Again, she went straight down to the base his cock, he could feel her tongue slide over the shaft. She slowly lifted up, before going back down.

John now started pumping his cock back forward, just little movements at first, 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 the size, and combined with the sensations caused my Karen's lips sliding up and down his cock, it was becoming an exquisite mix.

After a few minutes, Peter returned his attention to Karen's neglected pussy and clit, and began to lick, nibbling and kissing between the thrust of Johns cock. They got into sync, with Karen going down deep as John pushed his cock in deeper. Meanwhile, Peter managed to work one of his arms around and began to finger Karen's cunt, getting it slick, before pushing it into her anus in one firm movement. He was quite pleased to hear the surprised grunt from Karen. It was a bit awkward, but he tried to time his finger fuck with their motions too. She pushed back a little to meet his invading finger.

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 and he didn't think he was going to last much longer.

Peter tried to focus on licking her pussy, which was quite an achievement considering the position he was in, fucking his finger in and out of Karen's arse, while eating her pussy, as she sucked him off, and her husband bummed him.

However, the combination of John's cock reaming him and Karen's sucking were just too much for him, and let himself fall back, abandoning himself the twin sources of pleasure sweeping over him. Karen, feeling Peter abandoning her pussy, pressed herself down on his face, and began to rock back and forth.

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 being painful. John, sensing Peter's orgasm was beginning to pump faster, making long hard thrust, fucking his cock deep into Peter's rectum, wrapping his arms around Peter's thighs to pull himself into him. He hips where now banging against Peter's arse cheeks as he thrust he full length into him.

He was amazed that Peter could take him, Karen couldn't despite being into anal fucking; she could only manage half cock. He pulled back so that just his sensitive glad was gripped by Peters tight anus and rapidly fuck it in and out with shallow thrust.

He could feel himself building up to his organism until with a deep thrust that caused Peter to arch his back and try and pull away, he became to cum himself. He pulled back and made another long deep thrust. He made several more shallow slow thrusts until, finally spent, he withdraw his cock and rolled onto the bed.

A few days later, after a long weekend of sex, in which Peter was fucked by both John and Karen, and he and John had double teamed Karen, he felt a little bruised and battered. However, his first night back in his own bed he'd slept a good solid 9 hours, 9 hours of beautiful uninterrupted sleep.

As the days passed it all seemed a bit surreal, the way Karen and John acted as if nothing had happened. The boys came back from the grandparents and they invited him down to share dinner with them. It took a lot of effort on Peters part to not get an erection every time he looked at either of them. Sitting there, listening to the boys telling everybody about their weekend, exchanging polite conversation with the parents, as if they had spent the preceding the weekend fucking.

The next day, John took the kids fishing and the house was empty, or so he thought. He went to the bathroom, and while he waited for the shower to warm up, he considered his options for the day. He'd finally got some work, and would start tomorrow, so he wanted to make the most of his day. He stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to wash over him. Just as he started to soap himself up, he heard the door open, and looking thought the frosted glass, he could see Karen shrugging off her bathrobe and then the shower door opened.

"Room for two? Oooh, let me do that."

Peter made room for her, and she took the sponge off him.

In silence, she proceeded to lather his body in soap. First, she did his front and then his back, before moving down to his bum. She soaped his cheeks and then between then. Suddenly he let out a little yep as Karen pushed a finger in and she fucked his arse for a few minutes. He was still a bit tender from being fucked by her husband's cock and the next day, by Karen also, with a large strap-on dildo, with which she fucked both men.

Her other hand took hold of his cock, and she wanked slowly and in time with the finger fucking. Just as he was about to cum, she stopped.

"Not yet, soon, but not quite yet... turn around and face me."

Peter did as he was told.

She got down onto her knees, opened her mouth slightly and slide her lips over his cock head, and took the entire cock into her mouth, then pulled back slowly, running her tongue over the shaft as she did. Then she repeated the process, each time going right down to the base of his cock.

It still amazed him, despite what he had seen and experienced over last weekend, that she could take his entire cock into her mouth. In fact, she could take John's cock too, and he was two inches longer. Not only take the fall length but also be comfortable doing so and with all the signs of enjoying having a cock sliding into her throat.

After going down on him half dozen times and still with her eyes locked on Peter's, she slowly pulled back, and just held his cockhead in her mouth. She played her tongue over it and then she went back down, all the way to the base. She must have been able to feel Peter getting close to the edge, because just as before, she stopped as he almost reached the point of orgasm.

"Swap places," she told him. They switched around so that she was up against the shower wall. Still on her knees she looked up at him and told him "Fuck my mouth, and I mean really fuck it.... fuck it and cum in it."

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