Pete thought and thought about his predicament. He was suddenly cut off from his sources of sex, and he was getting horny. He not only felt horny, but cheated. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong, had he? He didn't think so.
He could either forget about Barb, Ann, and their mother and try to find another chick to fuck. Or he could try to get back into the good graces of the Clark family. Not a guy to give up easily, Pete decided to try to convince the Clarks that he was worthy of their sexual favors. Mrs. Clark seemed to be the best one to approach. She was the one who had gotten him in all this trouble in the first place. If she hadn't insisted on stripping for him, he wouldn't have been in trouble now.
The next day, Pete skipped school. In the morning he went to the bowling alley, hung around in the coffee shop until that got too expensive, then watched the few bowlers who were there that early. He didn't want to go to see Mrs. Clark the first thing in the morning.
Near lunch time, Pete set out. He was nervous. The way things were going, he could expect to be thrown out of Mrs. Clark's house for fucking Ann. Did each of them think he should only fuck her?
By the time Pete knocked on Mrs. Clark's door he wished he had gone to school. But there was no turning back now.
"Hello, Pete," Mrs. Clark said as she opened the door. "How come you're not in school?"
"I skipped so I could talk to you," he said.
She invited him in. "I'm afraid there hasn't been much progress with Barb. I told her it was all my fault, but she's a stubborn girl."
"I told Ann what happened, and now she's mad at me too," Pete said.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Clark sighed. "We've certainly made a mess of things, haven't we?"
"We?"
"Well, I didn't exactly rape you, you know," Mrs. Clark said.
"No, not exactly," Pete said.
"Well, what can I do?" the woman asked. "After all, when a young girl finds her boy friend fucking her mother, she's bound to be a bit testy about it."
"I thought if you helped me patch things up with Ann, both of you then could make Barb come around," Pete said.
"I'll try," Mrs. Clark said. "But I don't see Ann that often these days."
"Call her now," Pete said. "Tell her we'll come over to her place right away. Please."
Mrs. Clark considered for a moment, then went to the phone. Pete felt like a man on trial, waiting for the jury to come in. He listened to Mrs. Clark talking to her daughter – it sounded as though things were working out. Yes, Mrs. Clark told him Ann would expect them. They got into Mrs. Clark's car and drove to Ann's apartment.
Ann greeted them politely. She made coffee, and they all sat around the kitchen table.
"Pete wants me to explain how it was my fault we fucked," Mrs. Clark began. "It's true. I got into one of my nostalgic moods and insisted on doing a striptease for him. Naturally, after seeing me strip, the guy was horny."
"I know," Ann said. "I've learned recently how effective a strip can be. It's not that I'm angry or anything. I just think it's creepy, that's all. The same for Barb. I'm sure she can't help the way she feels."
Pete's hopes began to sink. This was more complicated than he'd imagined. Maybe he should try to find a new girl friend.
There was a knock at the door. Ann went to answer it, then came back with Joe from the Kingston Hotel. Pete had hoped he would never see that guy again. This was getting out of hand, he thought. Was fucking worth all the trouble? It was, of course, but there must be an easier way.
"This is my mother, Jane," Ann said. "You already know Pete."
"Hello, Jane," Joe said with a nod. "Hello Pete."
"Joe's the manager at the Kingston," Ann explained. "He likes to seduce all the girls. Don't you, Joe?"
Joe stared back at Ann, his face turning pale. Ann poured him a cup of coffee, but her eyes had narrowed with contempt.
"Joe used to fuck me every day," Ann continued. "Didn't you Joe? But now it's the new girl, Kathy, that he's taken a fancy to."
"Ann, can't we discuss this later?" Joe said, his lower jaw tensed.
"Oh, is it a private matter?" she asked. "I thought all your fucking was a public concern, like the prime rate and Dow Jones."
"Leave the poor man alone," Mrs. Clark said.
"All men are interested in fucking as many chicks as they can. It's human nature. It's up to the woman to keep her men in line."
"Ha!" Ann said. "You couldn't keep him in line with barbwire."
Pete was glad the conversation had turned away from his problems, but he was uncomfortable witnessing Ann's tirade.
"When I was a stripper there was a man who simply had to fuck all of us," Mrs. Clark said. "He was the stage manager. I'll never forget him. He broke a lot of hearts, that man."
"Mother! You're not suggesting that Joe could ever break a girl's heart, are you?"
"Why not?" Mrs. Clark asked boldly. "He could break mine if I were a few years younger."
Mrs. Clark batted her eyelashes at Joe, and Joe smiled at her, his eyes twinkling.
"I couldn't break your heart," Joe said to the woman. "If you ever gave me a tumble, I would be hooked for life."
Mrs. Clark giggled and blushed like a virgin school-girl. Pete was beginning to enjoy this encounter. It was taking his mind off his own problems and was making him realize that sex wars were not that serious.
"I used to be a stripper too, you know," Mrs. Clark said to Joe. "Madam La Rue was my professional name."
"No kidding!" Joe gushed. "I've heard of you. They say you were the greatest."
"Oh, brother!" Ann sighed. "Mom, if you fall for that line, you're hopeless."
Pete was smiling too now.
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not," Mrs. Clark said. "What counts is that Joe wants to make me feel good. Don't you, Joe?"
"I'd love to make you feel good," he said as he moved closer to the blushing woman and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'd love to make you feel so good you'd cry tears of bliss."
"I can't stand it!" Ann said. "How could I have given this creep the time of day, much less fucked him?"
"Never mind!" Mrs. Clark said to her daughter. "What do you know about how a gentleman behaves?"
"Gentleman?" Ann screamed, then laughed loudly. "Come on, Pete. Let's go in the other room where we won't have to hear this crap."
Pete followed Ann into the living room. Even from there they heard Mrs. Clark's coy titters as Joe flattered her.
"Isn't it sickening?" Ann asked.
"Oh, I don't know." Pete said. "It's sort of funny, really."
They sat looking at each other and sipping the coffee they had brought with them from the kitchen.
"Ohhhhh! Joe!" Mrs. Clark's voice cried from the kitchen.
Pete, sitting on the couch, saw Joe and Mrs. Clark slip into Ann's bedroom and close the door.
"That bastard!" Ann said. "He'll fuck anything on two legs, and maybe a few things on four legs too."
"I tend to agree with your mother," Pete said.
"You would!" Ann said. "You're just like Joe. You've fucked every member of my family who has a cunt to fuck."
"Not quite. Barb never did let me fuck her. She gave me a blow job, though. But I still hope to fuck her sometime. And I'd love to fuck you again. You're such a beautiful, sexy woman. I've never had so much fun as when we were in bed together."
Pete had learned a lesson from Joe, and he decided to try out Joe's technique. To his amazement, Ann already looked softer, calmer, more like she hid before, when he'd fucked her.
"It was nice," Ann admitted. "But I thought you liked Joy more than me."
"What? Are you kidding? Joy can't compare with you!" he said. "You're more beautiful than she is. And your tits are so much nicer. You fuck better, too."
"Really?" Ann asked.
Pete was amazed at how the chick had been swayed by his words, especially after labeling Joe's flattery of Mrs. Clark a lot of crap.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Mrs. Clark cried from the bedroom.
Ann and Pete looked at each other as the moans from the bedroom drifted in and filled them with lust.
"It's nice to know my mother can still attract men," Ann said.
"She attracted me, too, don't forget," Pete said. "But I've been attracted to you since I first met Barb."
Mrs. Clark began moaning again, louder and more wantonly this time. Pete felt those moans as if they were a hand on his prick. And he saw that Ann was affected the same way. He knew Ann would like to be moaning like her mother.
"Your mother's moans are driving me wild!"
Pete said as he went to Ann who was sitting across the room.
Ann was slumped in a big easy chair, and Pete dropped into it beside her. Pete was right about Ann's mood. She threw her arms around him and welcomed his tongue into her mouth.
In another second, Pete had Ann's hand inside Ann's blouse, and she was squeezing his hard prick through his pants. As they kissed, they opened buttons and pulled down zippers until their clothing was merely handing from them.
Pete reached into Ann's pants and grabbed her plump pussy mound. Hot cunt juice drooled onto his fingers.
At the Pete's pants and grabbed his cock. But this childish groping was not what they needed or wanted. So they both got up and pulled off their clothes. Then they hurried to the couch and jumped on it.
As they kissed again, Mrs. Clark's moans were pouring from the bedroom louder than ever. Pete knew that Joe must be doing his best.
Pete wanted Ann to cry out to answer her mother's wails. The best way was to eat her, he knew. But on his way down to her pussy, he lingered at her tits and sucked them.
"Ahhhhhh!" Ann moaned softly, not loud enough to be heard in the bedroom.
But Pete gobbled her nipples and sank his face into the softness of her tits for a while before continuing on his way. Then, after leaving her nipples, he stuck his tongue into her belly button. As he did, he ran his fingers along her pussy's drooling mouth.
By the time he stuck his face into her crotch, her cunt was soaked. He could almost see steam rising from her pink pussy slot, but he knew that was just an illusion due to the hot mist of her fuck juice he felt on his face and smelled.
His first lick was a long one that bore down hard on Ann's spread pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried desperately.
That was heard in the bedroom, and probably up and down the halls of the building, Pete thought.
And with every lick of his tongue, another loud cry sounded.
He made Ann sing out, answering her mother's moans in a even louder voice.
Pete's tongue plowed and lashed Ann's cunt, making her writhe as well as moan. Cunt lapping was the most exciting perversion he'd tried so far. But now he was getting more than wild excitement from it. He was able to enjoy it in several ways: he liked the way Ann's cunt felt slithering under his tongue; he liked Ann's reaction, which he watched by looking up over her stomach; he liked the taste of her hot juice; and he was getting wildly excited too.
Moving his tongue in a certain pattern, Pete kept Ann moaning and squirming without bringing her to a climax. When her wailing voice rose too high in pitch, he moved his tongue away from her clit and fucked it up her pussy tunnel. Then, when her hips began humping steadily, he put his tongue on her clit and wiggled it, making her writhe in a tit of bliss. But, before he came, he took his tongue from her clit again until she calmed down.
"Ohhhhh!" she hollered. "Oh, Peeeete!"
When Ann stopped moaning to take a breath, Mrs. Clark's moans were heard. Like her daughter's, her moaning was wanton and nonstop. But Pete noticed that Ann's cries of joy were more profound than Mrs. Clark's, and Pete thought this was because he was a better fucker than Joe.
"My clit! Lick my clit!" Ann screamed when she could no longer stand nearing orgasms without achieving one.
Like the conductor of an orchestra, Pete was ready for the finish. He put his tongue on Ann's clit and wiggled it. At first, he wiggled slowly, but then he wiggled faster and faster while pressing down harder and harder. Ann responded by crying out louder and louder. Finally, she was screaming loudly and her body was jerking uncontrollably.
"Eeeeee!" she wailed.
Pete held on tight and kept his tongue working. He loved the way she screamed, knowing the fuckers in the bedroom would be overwhelmed by the sound.
Ann began twisting her body as well as pumping her hips and shaking. Pete understood she was trying to pull her cunt away from his lashing tongue. She had come and couldn't take anymore. Her moaning was now a cry for mercy!
So Pete lifted his head. Ann slowly calmed down, but her body kept bucking for a while.
The moans from the bedroom had stopped. Pete felt as though he'd won a contest by making Ann cry out longer and more fiercely.
Now that Ann's pleasure was taken care of, Pete was ready for his own. He brought his twitching cock up to Ann's cunt. She spread her legs, lifting knees, parting her cunt lips.
As Pete lowered himself over her, his prick fucked effortlessly up her pussy. He drew in a deep breath as he felt her tight cunt take his prick into its snug depths.
"Uhhhhhh!" Ann gasped.
"Oh," Pete sighed.
For a few seconds, he let his prick remain still, enjoying the tender grip of Ann's pussy. Then he began fucking.
Ann, still trying to catch her breath from her recent ecstasy, began jerking her hips again. With new passion, she met Pete's lunges as he fucked his prick into her pussy. She was as hot as ever as she worked toward another orgasm.
Her voice rose again, moaning with a deeper tone which reflected the joy of having ha cunt stuffed and stretched.
Pete kept his fucking smooth and steady, letting his lust mount slowly. He had enough fucking experience to be able to keep his head until the blinding passion of coming. But now, he concentrated on the way his prick fucked back and forth, fucking through the tunnel of Ann's cunt. He reached down to her ass and grabbed one asscheek. His fingers moved to her asshole. Finding it, he wet a finger with fuck juice which ran down from her cunt, then pressed his finger up her ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" Ann cried, louder now as his finger penetrated her asshole.
Through the membrane which separated her cunt from her ass. Pete felt his own prick fucking the sexy chick's pussy. It was exciting to hold her like this while fucking her, impaled on his finger like a bug in a display case.
As Pete climbed toward an orgasm, he let his prick fuck faster. He wiggled the finger he had up Ann's ass. She was completely out of her mind!
She lifted her legs high over Pete's back, and her hips swiveled back and forth, helping Pete fuck her cunt with maximum speed and friction. Her yoke rang continuously.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh!" Pete gasped as he was charging full speed into heavenly bliss.
Ann grabbed his head with both her hands and turned his face to hers. Then she kissed him, sticking her tongue into his mouth as they both gasped for breath. Their tongues and teeth and lips pressed together. The odor of cunt juice, which was smeared over Pete's face, was blown into both of their noses.
Ann's asshole began snapping on Pete's finger as she hit her second orgasm. Pete was already filling her pussy with jism.
They both disappeared down the well of pure sexual bliss. Blackness and dizzying motion accompanied their ecstasy. They were so far removed from the real world they thought they would never get back. And it was only gradually that they did come back to find themselves in a sweaty heap on the couch with Mrs. Clark standing beside them.
Pete first noticed the woman when he saw her feet on the floor. Turning his head he took in the full picture. The woman was standing there naked, gazing at them. She held one of her tits with one hand, and her cunt with the other. Her face wore an expression of passion.
"I couldn't help coming out here," Mrs. Clark said. "I heard your moans and couldn't help it."
She sat down on the edge of the couch next to Pete and Ann. She leaned over Pete's back, resting her tits on him. Then she began kissing his neck and ear. Her fingers slid up his thigh into his crotch.
"You both looked so beautiful fucking!" she whispered.
Pete felt the woman's hand arrive at his balls. She caressed them then moved her fingers to his prick, still in Ann's cunt.
Ann stirred, not knowing what to think about having her mother's fingers examining her cunt. As for Pete, having Mrs. Clark's fingers feeling the connection between his prick and Ann's pussy was fabulously exciting. His prick had begun to deflate, but now his cockshaft was rock-hard again.
With Mrs. Clark's fingers at his prickshaft and her lips nibbling his earlobe, Pete was horny again.
He could have begun fucking his prick in Ann's cunt until he had another climax. But he knew that wasn't what Mrs. Clark had in mind.
"Fuck me, Pete," the older woman said, breathing the words into his ear.
Pete hesitated. Ann was still clutching at him.
"What happened to Joe?" Ann asked.
"Who? Oh, Joe. I fucked him silly," Mrs. Clark said. "I think he's sleeping."
Pete was ready to fuck Mrs. Clark. The way she was playing with his balls reminded Pete what a skillful fucker she was. She was holding his balls tightly while sticking her fingertips into her daughter's cunt, which was still stuffed with Pete's prick.
"Go ahead," Ann said. "Fuck her."
Pete lifted himself from Ann's body, pulling his prick from her pussy. Mrs. Clark dragged him down to the floor beside the couch. Pressing him down on his back, she mounted him. She reached for his prick, and slid her cunt down over his cockshaft. Her tits hung from her chest, and Pete took them into his strong fingers.
The woman rocked and pumped her hips, making Pete's prick slide and churn in her cunt. Pete looked up at her, watching her face register passion and happiness. His own face told the same story. His prick was tender from the last fuck, and it would take longer to stir up another orgasm. So Pete was in for an intense fucking.
Since Mrs. Clark had also just finished fucking, her cunt was tender, too. But, for her, one orgasm made another easier to reach. So she didn't have to bounce long on Pete's cock to begin moaning with bliss.
Still on his back, Pete watched the woman and held her flailing tits. Ann, still on the couch, watched.
Joe walked into the room rubbing his eyes. When hem what was happening, he stopped and stand as his prick slowly rose.
"Come on, Joe," Ann said. "No use just watching. Let's fuck!"
Pete felt proud of himself as Joe walked around him and Mrs. Clark. Then Joe climbed onto the touch with Ann, and began wrestling around with her.
Having this other couple fucking in the same room, gave Pete's passion a lift. His prick was already sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"What's that?" Mrs. Clark said as she stopped pumping on Pete's prick.
Pete tried to keep his cock fucking in her cunt. But with her sitting on him, it wasn't easy.
"Come on!" he gasped.
"Wait! Someone's coming in," the woman said.
Pete heard it too. A key had been slipped into the door, it turned, and the door opened. Barb stood there, stopped in mid-step by the sight that greeted her.
"Barb!" Mrs. Clark gasped.
Pete watched the young girl's face as her eyes switched from fucking couple to fucking couple. The last time Pete had seen Barb was when she'd walked in on him and Mrs. Clark fucking the last time. She didn't seem to be getting used to finding her mother fucking her boy friend – her face wore the same shocked expression as the last time, of course. Now that she had the added shock of finding her sister fucking some guy a few feet from where Pete was fucking her mother!
Barb turned, slammed the door, and sent the sound of running footsteps back to the fuckers.
As soon as she was gone, Pete started fucking his prick into Mrs. Clark's cunt again. He wasn't able to fuck her very well since she was on top and motionless with her hands over her mouth, dismayed at being discovered by Barb again.
Then she stood up, towering over Pete. His prick was shining with her juice and twitching violently. He was just about ready to come.
"Hey!" he cried at the loss of a cunt to come into.
"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Clark said. "I've done it again!"
Meanwhile, Pete felt the agony of an orgasm interrupted. He had no choice but to give his prick a flurry of strokes. His gism spurted as he groaned, not looking at anyone for fear they would be looking back at him.
"Forget it, Mom," Ann said as she and Joe resumed fucking. "She'll be all right. It'll do her good to be a bit shocked."
"I've got to find her," Mrs. Clark said. "I've got to try to make her understand!"
She hurried to the bedroom and came out in a minute, dressed. Then she hurried to the door and ran out, leaving Pete on the floor while Ann and Joe rammed their hips together.
Pete dressed, took one last look at the fucking couple, and left. There was nothing for him to do but go home and hope his mother didn't find out that he had skipped school.