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CHAPTER FIVE

Now that he knew how it felt to have his prick fucking a pussy, knew the joy of filling a cunt with jism, Pete was hornier than ever!

After school, a few days after fucking Ann, Pete looked for Barb. He hoped they could go somewhere he could get another chance to try and fuck her. In any case, a blow job would be very nice.

But Barb wasn't to be found. So Pete went to her house. Her mother answered the door and said Barb wouldn't be home until dinner time.

"But come in," she said. "I just took some brownies out of the oven. They'll be cool soon."

Pete was about to decline, but then he noticed how much Mrs. Clark looked like Ann. He was fascinated by the similarity, and he decided to accept her offer.

They went into the kitchen. Mrs. Clark poured a glass of milk for Pete, and put a platter of brownies on the table.

"Barb went with Ann to shop for some furniture for Ann's new apartment," Mrs. Clark said.

Hearing the woman mention her daughters' names made Pete hot. But watching Mrs. Clark was enough to turn him on. It was strange that he'd never noticed before how sexy she was. She had the body of a much younger woman, and Pete saw where Ann had gotten her big tits.

"How is Ann?" Pete asked, opening a topic that he found exciting.

"Fine!" Mrs. Clark said. "She's in show business, you know."

Pete hadn't expected that reply. Maybe Mrs. Clark didn't know that her daughter was stripping.

"You mean like an actress?" Pete asked.

"No, she's a dancer. She dances at the Kingston Hotel."

"Really?" Pete said, "I've never been there."

"Neither have I," Mrs. Clark said. "At least not in years. I wanted to go see Ann's act, but she won't let me because she has to take all her clothes off while she dances, and I guess she'd be embarrassed to have her mother watch. Isn't that silly?"

This was surprising, Pete thought. Could Mrs. Clark be so naive she didn't understand that the only reason Ann danced was to show off her tits and cunt?

"You mean she's a stripper?" Pete asked, trying to determine Mrs. Clark's opinion.

"That's right," she said. "With that body of hers, I'm sure she's good at it too. She's always been a good dancer. Takes after me."

Pete looked at the woman who sat opposite from him. He munched a brownie, but his interest was with Mrs. Clark.

"Didn't Barb tell you I used to be a dancer?" she asked.

Pete said she hadn't.

"Really?" she asked. "Oh, I used to be an exotic dancer. When I was a hoofer, I was Madam La Rue from mysterious Marseilles."

"No kidding?" Pete asked, amazed at the news.

"I'll show you my scrapbook," Mrs. Clark said as she hurried from the room, her tits bobbing in her blouse.

She came back with a big book that had bits of paper sticking out from the pages. She put it in front of Pete and drew up a chair beside him.

Opening the book, she showed him posters of her act when she was a little girl dancing with her parents. She looked like a rag doll.

"Then, when I was a teenager, I did an act with Barney Jones," she said as she turned the pages. "That's him. Handsome, huh?"

Pete liked looking at the newspaper clippings and colorful handbills. He'd never imagined Barb had come from a show-biz background.

"Here I am as Madam La Rue," Mrs. Clark said as she flipped a page.

Pete's eyes widened as he looked at the picture. She looked almost exactly like Ann. And she wore only a g-string, net stockings, and pasties on her nipples with tassels hanging from them. Pete's prick began to swell.

"Gee, Ann looks just like you!" he said.

"Yeah, she's a chip off the old block, all right," Mrs. Clark said. "Barb takes after her father, but Ann is me all over again."

"You were beautiful," Pete said. "I mean you still are. I mean…"

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Clark laughed. "I don't look bad nowadays, do I? And my tits are still firm. Here, feel."

She grabbed Pete's hand and pulled it to her tit. The teen was shocked, but as soon as he had his hand on the woman's tit he began to squeeze. She was right about being in, he found.

"Ooooo!" Mrs. Clark sighed. "That's enough! Don't get me excited now."

For the first time, Pete saw Barb's mother as a real woman. Before, she had always been like a stage prop, something to be polite to, to walk around, to consider as an obstacle to necking with Barb. But now Mrs. Clark became a real woman with soft tits, a hot cunt, and sexual desires.

She began turning the pages of the scrapbook again. As Pete looked at the pictures of her in her outlandish stripper outfits, he wondered what it would be like to fuck her, a woman as old as his mother. His prick throbbed at the thought.

"I used to be terrific," Mrs. Clark said. "The way I would get my tits swinging, one going around one way, the other swinging the other way. Gosh! You should have seen that!"

Pete was amazed at the way she was talking. But he'd never really talked to her before, and he supposed that was the way stripers talked, even years after they stopped stripping.

"I wonder if I could still do that?" she asked herself out loud.

Pete wondered too. But he wasn't going to ask her to try it, as much as he would love to see her try.

"Should I show you my act?" she said.

Pete looked at her, too shocked to reply. His mouth hung open, but Mrs. Clark pretended not to notice his condition. She talked as though she'd asked if he wanted her to play the piano for him.

"Well, would you like to see it?" she asked.

"Sure!" Pete managed to gasp, not really believing she was going to strip for him.

"Go into the living room," she said. "I'll get ready."

Mrs. Clark rushed from the room. Pete, bewildered, went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Before long, Mrs. Clark came back wearing a robe. She had pinned her blond hair back and had put on some bright red lipstick and rouge.

"Let's see. Here's some good music," she said as she pulled a record from a shelf.

The music began. Pete sat frozen on the couch, slightly embarrassed and wildly horny.

Mrs. Clark took off her robe, revealing a costume like the one he'd seen Ann wearing – a lacy negligee over tiny bikini panties and bra.

The music started, and so did Mrs. Clark. At first she swayed with the rhythm of the rock music.

Then she danced across the room, turning around to show Pete every angle of her shimmering body. Through the pink negligee, her body writhed like a snake, except for her tits and ass which shook like jello.

She opened her negligee, but caught its sides, on her tits. Then she opened it wider with her back to the teen, shaking her ass. When she turned to face him, her nipples were rising over the cups of her black satin bra.

Finally, she slipped out of the negligee and danced more vigorously. She unsnapped the bra, but kept it over her tits. Then, coming close to Pete, she threw the bra into his face.

"I couldn't find my pasties," she said as she danced. "I think they made stripping more exciting. But Ann said they don't use them any more."

Pete watched the woman's bare tits being swung around. They weren't as firm as Ann's, but they were beautiful nevertheless!

"Now, let's see if I still have the knack," Mrs. Clark said as she spread her legs and leaned forward slightly.

Pete was amazed to see her start one tit flying around in a circle. She moved her body to keep her tit rotating. Then she grabbed the other boob and started it going the opposite way.

"There!" Mrs. Clark said triumphantly as her tits swung around in circles, one clockwise, the other counter clockwise.

It was truly an amazing sight. Not only was it erotic, but it was downright kinky, especially since this was the middle-aged mother of Pete's girl friend!

"Ohhh!" Mrs. Clark gasped as she let her tits stop. "That's hard work!"

She kept dancing, though. Now she only wore her bikini panties and net stockings. She sat on the arm of a chair and peeled off the stockings. Then, after dancing around a while longer, she slowly stripped off her panties. She was left with a g-string which only covered her pubic triangle.

Pete was melting in lust. All the surprises he'd had lately paled compared to this!

The music ended. Mrs. Clark stopped dancing and came over to the couch, dropping herself beside Pete.

"Of course, we never went further than this," she said, panting from her exertions. "Now, Ann tells me, they take everything off. They practically wrap their pussies around the face of every guy in the audience!"

Mrs. Clark was sweating and breathing hard. Her tits rose and fell, sagging only slightly onto her chest. Her thighs were spread a bit, revealing curly cunt hairs which protruded from the patch of satin on her cunt.

"I think it was more exciting in the old days when we left something to the imagination," she said. "Don't you? Pete! What's the matter?"

"N-nothing," Pete said, gasping almost as much as Mrs. Clark was.

"Oh, dear," the woman said, putting her hand over her mouth. "I've aroused you, haven't I?"

"Yeah, a little," Pete said. "I mean, a lot, really."

If she was willing to strip for him, would she be willing to fuck him? He thought it very likely. The whole family seemed weird all of a sudden – except for Barb, who was too normal.

"I shouldn't have shown you my act," she said.

"I didn't think."

"No, I'm glad you did! Really, I loved it!"

"But now you're all worked-up," she said. "What can I do? I'm sure you wouldn't want to fuck an old woman like me."

"You're not an old woman," Pete said. "I think you're beautiful!"

"Aw, you're sweet," Mrs. Clark said. "Does that mean you will fuck me? You can if you want. After all, I got you all worked-up, and I should try and satisfy you."

Pete reached for the woman, grabbing one of her tits. They leaned toward each other and kissed. Then they threw themselves into an embrace. Mrs. Clark's tits covered Pete's chest.

After kissing and feeling her tits, Pete reached down to her g-string. It was strange to feel that satin patch on her cunt surrounded by naked flesh. It was more exciting than her naked pussy.

"Get undressed, honey," Mrs. Clark said. Pete stood and began taking off his clothes. He wished he could put a record on and dance around while seductively pulling off his clothes. It would be fun do to a trip tease, but he wasn't going to suggest it. Still, it was exciting to take off his clothes with Mrs. Clark watching.

When he only had his underpants hiding his hard cock, he grabbed them, hesitated, then slowly pulled his shorts down until his prick sprang free.

"Oh!" Mrs. Clark said. "What a beautiful prick you have!"

She reached out for his cock. Pete stepped forward, bringing his cock within her reach. When he felt her fingers moving over his prick, he gasped. Mrs. Clark handled him with even mote skill than Ann had as her fingers swarmed over his cock and balls.

"Beautiful!" she whispered like an expert examining a rare and precious object.

She cupped her hands around his cockhead, letting his prick throb in her grip. Then she reached for his balls and scooped them up, weighing and caressing them.

Pete stood in front of her, looking down at her as she examined him. This was even better than kissing and hugging and groping. He liked being the object of such scrutiny and appreciation. Besides, he knew this lusty lady was going to devour him with passion as soon as she finished this examination.

"You young guys have such wonderful, pricks," she said. "So hard and strong!"

Holding him by the balls, Mrs. Clark dragged Pete forward. He climbed on the couch, his knees on either side of Mrs. Clark's naked thighs.

Pete watched in awe as she tucked his prick between her tits. His prickhead poked out from the top of her deep valley as she pressed her huge tits on his prick, making a sandwich. Then she shook her tits, giving his prick a thrilling massage.

This new trick excited Pete even more. He couldn't keep from jerking his hips, fucking his prick within the sandwich of titflesh.

But when he began fucking her tits too eagerly, Mrs. Clark released her tits, loosening their grip on his cock. She didn't want to waste his jism on such a simple thing.

"Let me suck you!" she whispered as she grabbed his prick again and pulled his cock to her face.

Pete crawled forward. Mrs. Clark slouched down, lowering her face to meet his prick. She held his cock still, one hand around his prickshaft, the other clutching his balls. Her tongue slipped out and touched Pete's prickhead.

"Ohhh!" he cried, jerking his body.

Mrs. Clark tightened her grip on his balls as her tongue circled his prick-knob. Then she curled her tongue and tickled the underside of his prickhead.

All Pete could do was shiver with lust and look down at the tongue licking his cock.

Then Mrs. Clark opened her mouth and pulled his prick in. She held his prick in her hot mouth, then moved her head back and forth, sliding his cock over her tongue.

This was too much for Pete to bear without coming. Just looking at the woman's face with her mouth stretched wide over his prick was almost enough to make him come. Added to that was the glorious sensation of her sucking mouth on his throbbing cock. The result was a quick trip to ecstasy!

"Ohhhh!" Pete gasped as his body bent forward over Mrs. Clark's head.

"Mmmm!" Mrs. Clark moaned with the excitement of having a teen come in her mouth. She knew she would be able to get the teen ready for fucking even after a blow job.

"Aaaa!" Pete cried as the first burst of bliss hit him.

Mrs. Clark had handled him so skillfully, had done everything so perfectly in bringing him to this state of ecstasy, Pete was caught in a blinding orgasm. And, kneeling over her as he was, his hips were free to fuck his prick deeply into her mouth and throat. He fucked his cock forward until Mrs. Clark's head was shoved to the back of the couch. Then he released a flurry of prick pumping, fucking her face desperately.

As he fucked her mouth, Pete looked down at her. Her face wore an expression of frozen surprise as he fucked it. Below his swinging balls, her tits wobbled and shimmered.

"Ahhhhh!" Pete gasped as he filled her mouth with cream.

"Mmmmmm!" Mrs. Clark hummed.

When Pete's climax ended, he tried to pull his prick from the woman's mouth, figuring she would be glad to be rid of the fat cock. But she held onto his balls, keeping his prick in her mouth. He felt her tongue moving over his cock, and he realized she liked his jism as much as Barb did.

When she let go of him, Pete collapsed onto the couch.

"Ummm, that was good!" Mrs. Clark said licking her lips.

Now she had to figure out a way to get the teen hot enough to fuck her before she lost her mind from horniness. His prick was soft, and she needed his cock to be hard so she could get his prick into her hungry cunt.

So she climbed on Pete, straddling him with her g-string-covered cunt over his chest. She gyrated, giving him an eyeful as her tits swung from side to side.

She saw how the teen's gaze roamed from her crotch to her tits. Even though her cunt was hidden by her g-string, it was a gorgeous sight with her asscheeks below, quivering with her movements.

Mrs. Clark unfastened her g-string and let it fall to Pete's chest. Now her cunt was bare and gaping. Pete's eyes burrowed into the tender pussy slot. He'd never gotten such a good look at a pussy before. He saw Mrs. Clark's cunt-lips guarding her pussy entrance. Near the top corner of her cunt was an interesting fold of flesh that Pete knew was her clit, the most sensitive part of a cunt. At the rear corner of her cunt was an inch of flesh that separated her pussy from her asshole, and it shined with her leaked cunt juice.

"Do I have a nice pussy?" she asked.

"Yeah! Beautiful!" Pete sighed.

The woman slid her fingers through her cunt hair until they were lined up at either side of her pussy crack, and then she spread it. Her cunt lips opened, revealing the darkness of her pussy tunnel.

The sight made Pete dizzy, as though he might lose his balance and tumble headlong into her dark cunt.

As he stared, transfixed by the beautiful sight, her cunt loomed larger, as though getting closer. Her pussy was getting closer! Mrs. Clark was moving forward, holding her cunt open, and bringing her pussy to Pete's face.

She didn't want to scare the guy away, so she moved slowly. She knew it was likely that he'd never eaten a pussy before, especially since he was hanging around with her daughter Barb. Bui if he were willing to lick her cunt, nothing else would get Pete ready to give her good fucking.

With the opened cunt approaching his fate, Pete was soon breathing the heady odor of her hot fuck juice.

Mrs. Clark stopped just short of shoving her pussy over the teen's face. She wanted him to show that he was interested in eating her.

For a while, Pete merely held there, shivering with excitement and staring at the pink cunt that hovered a few inches above his face.

Maybe he had never thought of sucking a cunt, Mrs. Clark thought when Pete remained staring with his mouth closed. She decided not to press him to eat her. Instead, she moved her fingers into her pussy slot and began playing with the wet folds of flesh within.

Pete watched as she dipped a finger up her cunt while another finger played with her clit.

Pete had been too stunned to do anything. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to stick his tongue into a flowing cunt. After all, a short time ago he was a horny virgin, almost a total stranger to pussies altogether. But now that he was used to having Mrs. Clark's pussy in his face, he reached for her cunt with his hand.

Reaching into her crotch from beneath her ass, his fingers joined hers in her slippery pussy slot.

He put a finger up her cunt tunnel with her own finger still in there. Then he combed his fingers through her wing-like pussylips. Gradually, Mrs. Clark let him take over. Then she raised her hand to her tits and began massaging them.

With his fingers in Mrs. Clark's cunt, Pete was beginning to wonder what it would be like to eat her. The thought excited him so much his mouth watered.

He was going to have to try it, he knew. Having her pussy so close to his face made it impossible to resist. So, dizzy with lust and with a pounding heart, Pete lifted his head and stuck out his tongue. He pulled his hand out of the way.

"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Clark cried when she saw his tongue disappear beyond the horizon of her cunt hair.

Pete's tongue moved up until it touched the wet flesh of her spread pussy gash. He moved a bit, feeling her satiny cunt-lining. Her fuck juice seeped down his tongue and into his mouth.

"Oh, Pete!" the woman gasped.

Pete liked the flavor of hot cunt juice. Ann he loved the way her cunt lips felt as they slithered over his tongue!

The more he licked her pussy, the more he liked it; and the more he liked it, the harder he pressed his tongue against her cunt gash.

"Ooooo!" Mrs. Clark wailed every time Pete's tongue passed through the spread lips of her pussy.

Pete looked up at the woman's face as he ate her, watching as the progress of his cunt lapping twisted her features in a mask of lust.

Mrs. Clark's body glistened with sweat now as she began to buck her hips. She ground her face on Pete's out stretched tongue, pressing down harder and harder.

Her hairy mound spread over the teen's face, covering his mouth and nose. Then, suddenly, her cunt was gone. She had pulled her crotch away from his face and was crawling backwards over him, taking her cunt to his prick.

Being able to breathe again, Pete gasped and wiped the fuck juice from his face. Mrs. Clark's ass backed into the teen's wagging cock. Reaching around her hips, she grabbed his prick and backed her ass over his cock. Then, raising herself a bit, she lined his prick up with her cunt tunnel.

Pete watched as his prickhead was fitted into the pink pussy gash in Mrs. Clark's crotch. Then, as she lowered herself, she saw his cock slide into her pussy. Her hot cunt swallowed his prick.

"Aaaaa!" they both cried, their voices joining in a duet of fuck-lust.

The woman had a snug cunt, Pete realized as he enjoyed the tight grip on his cock. He felt like he was reaching halfway to her heart.

Before beginning to fuck his prick, Mrs. Clark rocked back and forth and swiveled her hips. That way, the teen wouldn't come while she gave herself an orgasm. Pete felt his prick moving about inside her pussy and watched her rise to a pinnacle of pleasure.

"Ooooooo!" she wailed in a high-pitched cry as she came.

With his prick merely stirring her cunt rather than fucking in her pussy, Pete felt something he would never forget. Her cunt began snapping, squeezing his cock with irregular but powerful grabs. At the same time, Mrs. Clark put on a fabulous show by shaking her tits wildly!

In her cunt, Pete's cock was swollen and throbbing. But without the friction of her sliding cunt-tube, he wouldn't come, and the woman could ride him as long as she liked.

But after howling with bliss for a while, Mrs. Clark quieted and began fucking up and down on the teen's cock.

Now it was Pete's turn for ecstasy. Mrs. Clark leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest and letting her tits swing. Her ass bobbed up and down, pulling her pussy back and forth over Pete's cock.

"Ahhhh!" he moaned.

Mrs. Clark moved with a regular, relentless rhythm. Up and down her ass bounced – in and out Pete's prick fucked. Each cycle brought him a little closer to coming.

He gasped as he took deep breaths.

He tried pumping his hips too, but Mrs. Clark's motion didn't change or quicken. She was fucking him like a machine. That steady pace delayed his orgasm, making it more powerful when it struck. Also, since Pete had come a short time earlier, his prick was tender and ticklish.

He came! With great jolts of pleasure and huge gushings of jism, he reached fabulous heights of sexual rapture. Still Mrs. Clark's cunt rose and fell with the same maddeningly steady rhythm.

"Aaaaa!" Pete screamed as he reached for the woman's swinging tits.

His orgasm was first-rate! His pleasure sublime!

Only as he began to come down from the heights of pleasure did Mrs. Clark change her tempo. Suddenly, her hips bounced faster – twice as fast, then faster yet!

That sudden flurry of action brought Pete's dying climax back to life.

His voice rose desperately.

Now he realized the reason for the woman's steady fucking. It was the technique of a genius?

When they stopped, sated, Mrs. Clark dropped down on Pete's chest, flattening her tits on him. She was spent after her supreme effort.

They were so dazed and exhausted they didn't even budge when they heard the front door open and close. When they finally realized someone was about to discover them still in fucking posture on the couch, they leaped up.

Too late. Barb stood at the door staring in horror, her school books spilled at her feet. Without uttering a word, she turned and ran. The sound of her bedroom door slamming rang through the house.

"Oh no!" Mrs. Clark gasped. "What have I done?"

She jumped off Pete and gathered up her scattered costume. Pete got up too and began dressing.

"It's not the end of the world," Mrs. Clark said, "I'll talk to her. She's stubborn, like her father. But I'll bet I can patch things up."

"I hope so," Pete said before he dashed out of the house.