Pete got away with skipping school. But that was small compensation for his other troubles. After Barb caught him fucking her mother the second time, he was afraid to call either Mrs. Clark or Ann. As for Barb, he didn't think he would ever see her again.
About a week later, though, when he came in from hanging around with the guys, his mother told him that Mrs. Clark had called and left a message: she wanted him to meet her at Jo-Jo's Hamburger Haven at seven that evening.
Pete was so curious about what she wanted he didn't eat dinner. And, as soon as he could, he left the house and headed for the meeting.
He got there early, but was too excited to sit and order anything. So he paced back and forth in front of the place. Mrs. Clark drove up right on time, and Pete ran over to her car.
"Hi, Pete," she said. "What did you want?"
"What did I want? You called me – what did you want?" he said.
"I didn't call you; you called me. At least that's what Barb told me," Mrs. Clark said. "She said you called and wanted to meet me here."
"But my mother said you called me and said you wanted to meet me here."
They looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
"Well, now that we're here, I suppose we ought to have a cup of coffee," Mrs. Clark said. "Maybe we'll figure out what's going on."
They went inside and sat down. They both knew this had something to do with Barb. But they couldn't imagine what. Neither of them mentioned Barb – they were still embarrassed about what had happened at Ann's.
"Is there a Jane Clark here?" a waitress called. "Telephone call for Mrs. Jane Clark."
Again, Pete and Mrs. Clark looked at each other, puzzled. Then Mrs. Clark went to answer the phone. Pete wiggled in his seat with curiosity. "It was Barb," Mrs. Clark said. "She wants me to come right home and bring you with me."
They ran out of the restaurant, leaving a few dollars for the coffee they hadn't waited for. Then they sped to Mrs. Clark's house.
"What could that girl be up to?" Mrs. Clark kept repeating.
They rushed up to the front door and entered. As soon as they did, they were greeted with a clue to what was going on, and they weren't surprised.
"Ahhhhhh!" It was a sexual purr from the living room.
Pete and Mrs. Clark headed toward it. When they entered, they learned how Jane must have felt when she entered the room and found Pete fucking her mother.
Barb was on her hands and knees on the floor. Behind her knelt a young man, fucking his prick into her pussy. In front of her was another young man, naked, his prick in Barb's sucking mouth. All around the room there were other men, naked, waiting their turn. There must have been almost twenty.
Pete and Mrs. Clark stood and stared. Pete was surprised and excited. Mrs. Clark was surprised, excited, outraged, bewildered, and flabbergasted. But, as she watched for several minutes while her daughter was fucked in her face and cunt, excitement began to replace the other emotions.
Barb's head was bobbing steadily. The guy she was sucking began to writhe and groan. Barb sucked with increased vigor, then murmured as her mouth was filled with jism.
She smacked her lips as she lifted her face from the guy's cock. Another guy got off the couch and took his place in front of Barb's face. Meanwhile, the guy behind her began moaning with pleasure.
"Hi, Mom, Pete," Barb said. "This is the Maple Street Park soccer team and the Lazy Hour Tavern bowling team."
The men said hello. Some waved. Some seemed shy, others eager for the newcomers to join.
"Hi, guys," Mrs. Clark said with a strange mixture of emotions in her voice.
Pete was fascinated by Barb's strategy for revenge. He faded to the background, watching the strange sight.
He watched Mrs. Clark. She also backed into a corner and watched as her face changed expressions. She looked at her daughter and scowled, then looked over the crowd of naked guys and her face brightened. Pete read her thoughts as though they were displayed on a billboard. When she fled from the room, he knew what she was up to.
He was proved right in about five minutes when Mrs. Clark, or, rather, Madam La Rue, came back. She was wearing that same stripper costume she wore when she stripped for Pete.
Slinking into the room, Mrs. Clark moved among the men to the record player. She put on some music and began dancing.
Pete noticed Barb look up from the cock she was sucking. Even with her mouth wrapped around a thick prick, Pete knew she was smiling at her mother. This was the Barb that Pete had known – a good-natured chick who loved her mother. She wasn't the sort of girl who would mind her mother horning in on her act.
All the guys, except those being fucked or sucked at the moment or whose turn was coming up soon, turned their attention to Mrs. Clark. Some began to clap along with the music or whistle.
"Take it off!" they yelled.
Mrs. Clark was slowly opening her black transparent negligee, revealing her tits overflowing her bra and her bikini-clad crotch.
Pete noticed how much more exciting it was to watch Mrs. Clark strip than to watch Barb being fucked. It seemed strange, but the hidden beauty of Mrs. Clark's body had more allure than Barb's naked and fucked body.
But the guys didn't forget about Barb. They kept checking to see if she had a free cunt or mouth. Then they would hurry to her and stick their pricks into her.
Pete felt jealous in spite of his fucking Barb's mother and sister. After all, he had only fucked them because Barb wouldn't fuck him. And now prick after prick was slipping into her pussy, where his prick had never been. Then he realized that this was his chance. Or would Barb still refuse to fuck him? He wouldn't blame her if she did refuse after he had fucked Ann and Mrs. Clark. But he could try.
Now that he contemplated fucking Barb, Pete's lust took off. Of course, watching Mrs. Clark stripping was adding to his excitement. She was just then unfastening her bra. She held it in front of her tits, then suddenly threw it away.
Mrs. Clark swung her tits from side to side. Her tits went one way, her ass the other. She wore her bikini undies which held her ass tightly, but it still shimmered.
"Shake 'em," one of the guys yelled.
She shook them, slowly at first, tuning to show all the guys gathered around her. As she turned round and round, she wobbled her tits more and more. Finally, she started her tits turning around like propellers.
"Yahooo!" the guys hollered at the kinky sight. But Pete knew she had saved her best trick. And she was ready to try it. She caught one tit and stopped its motion, then sent it around in the opposite direction. With her tits rotating in different directions, the guys went wild. Mrs. Clark beamed with joy.
"Yeaaah!" the guys cheered.
"Fuck me somebody!" Barb yelled.
She was still sucking a prick, but no one had filled her cunt as Mrs. Clark stole the show. But Barb's plea brought two guys running toward her. The one who got there first dropped to his knees and stuck his prick into her while the other went back to watching the show.
Pete still struggled with the thought of fucking Barb. It would be awfully embarrassing, though, if he were the only one she wouldn't fuck. But maybe he could go up to her ass without her seeing who it was. In any case, he decided to get undressed if only so he could blend in with the rest of the guys.
Mrs. Clark was pulling down her bikini panties now. Leaning forward, she thrust her ass out as she slowly bared her asscheeks. When she had them just below her asscheeks so her panties held her ass mounds like a bra, she wiggled her ass – a gorgeous sight!
She still had a g-string on. And the agony of waiting to see her cunt was intoxicating even for the guys who had already fucked Barb. There wasn't one limp prick in the room!
Now Pete stood with his own hard cock bobbing in the air. With his prick naked, all he had to do was stroll over to Barb when the guy fucking her pulled out and he could have his old wish come true. He wasn't sure if he should, and he wasn't sure if he could resist.
Now Mrs. Clark was dancing around with only her g-string on. Her tits and ass shimmered, and she brushed her hands over stiff pricks as she traveled around the room. The guys grabbed at her tits.
Pete began edging nearer to Barb while watching Mrs. Clark. She danced past him, grabbed his prick quickly. As she moved away, a guy grabbed her g-string and pulled it from her. A cheer went up as she was finally naked.
Mrs. Clark began throwing herself into the arms of the guys. They would catch her, grab her tits or cunt, then she would spin out of their grasp. While she was in their arms, she took their pricks or balls into her hand.
The guys kept gathering round about her, tightening their circle, giving her less and less room. She was soon going from man to man without more than a second between.
Pete was just behind Barb now. There was a guy fucking her and another being blown. But the guy behind her was already moaning, about to come. Pete would be next!
"Ahhhhh!" the guy fucking her cried. His body shivered and jerked.
Pete's prick bucked mightily. The guy fucking her had come, had stopped lunging his prick, was gasping. Then he backed away and got up.
Before Barb knew her cunt was empty, Pete had fallen to his knees behind her and grabbed her hips. Then he shoved his swollen cockhead to her cunt and pressed his stomach against her ass.
With all the jism running from her cunt, and with the loosening of her twat from all the pricks, Pete's cock seemed to flow right into her.
Barb didn't even react. How could she as she bent forward to suck the prick in her mouth? Besides, she'd had so many pricks in her that her cunt must be numb, Pete thought. Nevertheless, finally getting to fuck his old girl friend was thrilling!
Pete pumped with all his might. Barb's tight cunt milked his cock, and Pete was soon gasping in sexual rapture.
He watched the group around Mrs. Clark as he fucked Barb. Every now and then he caught a glimpse of her between the men's bodies. She had a cock in each hand and there were a few cocks inside her, too. It looked as though a guy were standing in front of her, his hips thrust forward, his prick in her pussy. Another guy stood behind her, pressed against her ass, and he might have a prick in her too, Pete thought.
Watching this scene while fucking Barb was heady stuff. Pete was soon doubled over, resting his head on Barb's back as he came.
He'd done it – he fucked Barb, and it was heavenly! But, must as he was enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Give a guy a chance," a big blond guy said.
So Pete had to drag himself away from Barb and let someone else fuck her. But he didn't mind. He wanted to see what was going on with Mrs. Clark, anyhow.
By the time Pete elbowed his way into the crowd around the woman, she was on the floor. Kneeling, she had a guy in front and a guy in back, and they were both fucking their pricks in and out of her. One was fucking her cunt, the other her ass.
Pete didn't have to wait long before the sight made his prick hard. Soon he was ready to fuck again. But he couldn't decide which end to go for. It looked as though guys were as eager to fuck her up the ass as they were to fuck her pussy.
He watched Mrs. Clark's body being bounced back and forth between the guys who fucked her. Since they fucked with different rhythms, they would sometimes both be lunging simultaneously, and sometimes lunging in turn. Mrs. Clark's body would be crashed by both men, then by one after the other.
"Ohhhhh! Eeeeee!" she moaned deliriously.
Every time someone got up from fucking Mrs. Clark, there was a scramble as guys elbowed each other, jostling for position. The most aggressive would then get in front of or behind Mrs. Clark and stick his cock into her body.
When a chubby guy pulled his prick from the woman's ass, several others began shoving their way to fill the vacancy. Pete saw his chance. The others were on the other side of the woman, but there was no one between him and her. So as the others pushed and shoved, Pete took his position.
Mrs. Clark's asshole was now well lubricated and stretched. It was no trouble getting his big prick in her. And since she was still being fucked in the cunt, she was already bucking her hips. It was like sticking his prick into a fucking machine. But that didn't lessen the pleasure and excitement of sticking his cock up this lusty chick's asshole!
Having come just a few minutes before, Pete was able to keep his prick fucking for quite a while. He was slowly brought to an orgasm, and it was a good one! Just as he came, the guy fucking Mrs. Clark's cunt pulled out, so he had her to himself until another guy replaced the prick in her cunt.
Reaching around her body and clutching her tits, Pete fucked his cock relentlessly up the woman's tight ass.
"Aaaaaa!" Mrs. Clark continuously wailed.
Pete came. It was a smashing climax and seemed to last for long minutes as he pumped his hips. When it diminished, he fell back and moved away. He knew there were those who hadn't yet experienced the pleasures of Mrs. Clark's asshole, and they were eager for their turns.
Pete dragged himself to the couch and sat down to rest. Now that he'd fucked both chicks, now that his passion had been soothed, the scene looked more bizarre than ever. Naked guys hovered around the two chicks like drones around queen bees. Each guy had a stinger protruding from his crotch, and after contact with one of the queens it drooped, but only temporarily.
"Gee, I never had a chance to fuck a woman after watching her do a striptease before," one guy was saying to another.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Have you fucked the young one yet?"
"No, but she gave me a blow job. A good one, too!"
"Hey, here's another one!"
Pete looked to where the guy was pointing. Ann had come in and was standing in the doorway. This was the first time Pete had seen that stripper stunned. She looked at the orgy as though she didn't believe what she was seeing. She looked like her mother had looked when she and Pete walked in, but now the scene was even more incredible.
"Come on in, baby!" one of the guys yelled.
"Hey, more talent!" yelled another.
But Ann walked over to where her mother was getting fucked front and rear. She pushed away the hands that reached for her.
"What's going on?" Ann asked her delirious mother.
"We're f-f-fucking!" Mrs. Clark gasped. "C-c-can't you see?"
Then Ann went to her sister who was still on her knees. A guy knelt behind her, fucking her, but she wasn't sucking a cock at the moment and was able to talk.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Ann asked Barb.
"This is the Soccer Street Fucking Team," Barb said in a quavering voice. "A-and the bowling fuckers. Th-they're f-fucking us!"
Pete had to talk with Ann, to offer her an explanation. They went into the kitchen, chased out a few naked guys who were raiding the fridge, and Pete explained how they had received the phone calls from Barb, and how they came back to find the house full of naked buys fucking Barb.
"Naturally, your mother did her Madam La Rue number, then started fucking," Pete said.
"Well, I can't blame Barb," Ann said. "It must have been tough finding her mother fucking you like that."
"Yeah, twice," Pete said.
"But what are we doing to do now?" Ann asked.
"What do you mean?" Pete said.
"With all these guys! How are we going to get rid of them?" Ann said.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them. They'll go away when they're all fucked out. You could hurry it along by fucking some yourself."
Ann seemed to consider the suggestion. Pete saw Ann's face light up.
"Why not?" she said. "I've never had a chance to get gang-banged."
As he spoke to Ann, Pete's prick hung limp. But now as she pulled off her clothes, his cock stiffened. He held her tits as she pulled off her pants. When she was naked, he kissed her, leaning her over the kitchen table. She let herself rest on the cold, shiny table top, let Pete climb over her, and let him fuck her.
When he'd finished, Ann seemed strangely agitated. She quickly slid out from beneath Pete and ran into the living room. Pete wasn't surprised.