The Great Red Coat of Father Christmas: Part 5

Two cocks are best, in a woman’s bed..

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It had all been rather lovely. Even Sylvie's comment that Malcolm had cum there under his fingernails!

Perhaps a rather quiet evening spent in front of the television, but bedtime proved rather more lively. Malcolm found himself being invited into Sylvie and Elvin's bed.

"You're not asleep, are you Malcolm,"

came a voice from the doorway just after he had turned his light off. A movement towards the bed and then there was Sylvie in bed with him in the dark and a hand feeling for and finding his already erect organ. In another moment she was on top of him, and his erection pushed right up into her. Malcolm's large tumescent penis inches and inches up inside Sylvie.

"Not a lot of foreplay, Sylvie!"

Her warm mouth smothered his.

"This is foreplay, Malcolm! We want you to come back to our bed. I just thought I'd check you were up for it. I didn't get a lot of cock this afternoon. I want to make up for it and be really fucked. Two men are best in a girl's bed."

Her movements did not stop as she talked.

"That's really nice, Malcolm, Are you coming to join us now? Elvin will be waiting."

Quite something to get out of bed in the darkness. But Malcolm was guided by his penis, to the couple's bed. Led with a firm hand on his erection.

"In you get."

Sylvie in the middle, Elvin the other side of her. Tucked up in bed with young bodies. Outside the world cold and still, in the bed all warm and cosy. The two men snuggling up against her, hips turned to her. She could feel Elvin's penis hard against her asshole. Sylvie's hand, or was that two, tickling his penis, his penis still wet from Sylvie cunt.

And then Elvin went down on her for a sloppy licking of her cunt. Malcolm kneeling near her head as she nibbled over his full knob.

He was not expected to go down the bed. A thing for young people. Rather than seek her sexual organs for cunnilingus, she was brought to him. Presented to him straddling, almost on the pillow. Lovely to bury his beard and his lips in Sylvie's wet place, his lips to hers, his tongue seeking and penetrating, his lips sucking on her 'little man' And then he felt Sylvie's lips, down the bed, once more taking him in, as her hips straddled Elvin, who was lying on his back with his head at the baseboard. It was all very cosy. Father Christmas and his elves.

It was not a double oral spurting. Instead, it was copulation. Shared and energetic copulation. Sylvie moving from one man to the other, one cock to the other, in different and pleasing positions all within the warmth of the bed.

Her instruction was neither of the men was to come, if possible, for a long time. She wanted a really long fuck. And she got it. Interesting to speculate just how much length of cock she got. If each thrust and out-pulling was measured in inches how far would that be? If Malcolm did an almost full in and out that would be at least six inches each way. A foot indeed. So, three thrusts make a yard. Twenty-two yards to the chain and ten chains to the furlong. Perhaps not that far, but might Sylvie have had a good hundred yards of cocking?

Finally, Sylvie said,

"Enough, please cum."

But even so that was quite a few yards further between them before Elvin and Malcolm in turn did what she asked. So good to fuck in the warmth of the bed. So good to have three of them all tucked up together. Malcolm could get very used to that! So good to, finally, follow Elvin into Sylvie's vagina, she on her back, Malcolm on top and not just engage in the motions of sexual intercourse but to keep going past the point of stopping and withdrawing, and then feeling his spunk spurting out into the girl squashed beneath him. Lovely to lie there feeling his penis subside and then turn over and drop into a deep sleep, rather tired and 'shagged out.'

It had snowed in the night as it had the previous afternoon. Malcolm judged they could still get away on the morrow but probably not if it snowed again. He was up early, feeling really rather chipper from the events, the long copulation, of the night before. After a cup of tea, he wrapped himself up in insulated coveralls, boots, mitts, and a tra...