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Pete didn't hear from Barb or Mrs. Clark for the next week. So Pete called up on the phone.

"I don't think she'll talk to you," Mrs. Clark, who answered, said. "But hang on and I'll tell her you're on the phone."

She came back a few minutes later. "She slammed her door and won't come to the phone," Mrs. Clark said. "I'm not surprised. She won't talk to me either. I think she needs some more time. I told her that it was all my fault, that I was telling you about my career and then showed you my act. I explained how we both got carried away. Barb isn't the type to get carried away, so she doesn't understand."

"I'll call back next week," Pete said.

He missed Barb, especially now that she had become looser with her sexual favors. But it was more than never getting another blow job from her. Pete really liked her and was hurt about what had happened.

Maybe Ann could help, he thought. Of course, in the back of his mind, there was the hope of fucking Ann again – a weird way to make up with Barb. But Pete was terribly horny. It seemed that the more he got fucked, the more fucking he needed!

He called Ann and asked to see her. Happy to bear from him, she invited him over that evening at seven.

During the bus ride, Pete almost forgot about his problem with Barb as he remembered the fun he'd had with Ann. He was eager to get to Ann's apartment. When he got off the bus, it was already ten minutes after seven. Pete knew she would only have an hour or so before she would have to go do another strip, and if he didn't hurry it would be too late.

So he began running. He got there in record time, but it was about twenty after seven.

When he knocked on Ann's door, he was out of breath. But his prick was hard. He listened eagerly for Ann's footsteps, but there were none. He knocked again, louder. No one answered.

She couldn't have left already, he knew. Maybe she was late getting back and was on her way. He tried the door and found it open, so he let himself in. He was sure Ann wouldn't mind since she expected him.

"Is that you, Pete?" Ann's voice called from the bedroom.

"Yeah," he said. "Didn't you hear me knocking?"

"You were so late…" Ann stopped talking as Pete entered her bedroom, seeing for himself why she hadn't answered his knock.

The black-haired stripper Pete had seen at the Kingston Hotel was in bed with Ann. They had a sheet pulled over them, but the bumps of their erect nipples on the sheet showed the teen that they were naked. And there was a scent of cunt juice in the air.

"I didn't think you were coming," Ann said. "Oh, do you know Joy? Joy, this is Pete."

They said hello. Pete felt a weird thrill at finding Ann in bed with another chick. But did that mean he was out of the running as far as fucking Ann went?

There was silence. Pete felt awkward, but he couldn't leave. What man could walk out of a room in which two naked and sexy chicks were under a sheet?

The girls looked at each other. Pete looked at them hopefully. He didn't know what it was he hoped for, but the possibilities seemed endless.

"Let's get him in bed with us," Joy said. "If you don't mind sharing him, that is."

"What do you think, Pete?" Ann said. "Want to join us?"

"Sure!" he said happily.

As he stripped, he felt a vague fear that he wouldn't know what to do with two chicks at once. But they apparently could do everything themselves and didn't need him. He could just go along for the ride.

Naked and hard, he approached the bed. The girls threw the sheet off, kicking it out of the way with their feet. The sight of their naked bodies lying side by side was staggering. Compared to Ann's voluptuous body, Joy's was boyish, with small well-formed tits. Her tanned skin was a nice contrast to Ann's pink-white flesh.

"Climb right in," Ann said. "We both want to get a hold of you."

Pete climbed over Ann and lay down between the girls. The bed and their bodies were hot and damp. As he made himself comfortable, the girls closed in on him, pressing their faces and tits toward him.

"Isn't he better to kiss than I am?" Ann asked Joy as she grabbed his cock.

"I don't know about that," Joy said. "But he does have a prick."

If Pete had merely rested there, the girls would have taken care of him. But he wanted more than to be taken care of – he wanted to fuck these two sexy chicks!

So he threw his arms around their shoulders, pulling them closer. He turned his face to Ann, kissing her deeply. Then he kissed Joy with the same passion. As they took turns kissing the teen, the chicks grabbed his prick and balls.

"I'm glad you showed up," Ann said as Pete stuck his tongue into Joy's mouth. "There really is nothing like a hard cock!"

As she spoke, Ann slithered down Pete's body until she could lick his prickhead. Joy was still playing with his cock as Ann licked, and one of the girls, he didn't know which, was squeezing his balls.

Pete grabbed Joy's tits. They were the smallest he'd handled, and he found that size wasn't very important after all. In fact, after Ann's and Mrs. Clark's big tits, a small neat pair like Joy's were a treat. They were firm and perfectly formed.

Ann's tongue, sliding around on his prickhead, took his mind off Joy's tits, though. He held Joy's erect nipple in his mouth, but the pleasure of being licked by Ann stole his attention. Joy realized that, so she took her tits from him and moved down his body beside Ann.

"Give me some!" Joy said as she shoved her face between Ann's at his throbbing prick.

Pete watched as Joy added her tongue to Ann's. They both were covering his prick with hungry swipes of their soft tongues.

"Gee!" Pete gasped with amazement as much as with pleasure as he looked down at the incredible sight of the chicks beside his legs and licking his prick like an ice cream cone melting in the sun.

It was Ann who held his balls, he saw. Joy held his cockshaft. But then they both let go of him so their tongues would have more territory to lick.

"Mmmmmm!" Ann moaned as she took his prickhead into her mouth.

Joy licked her way down his cockshaft to his balls. Cocking her head, she dipped her face between his thighs and took his balls into her mouth. She bit down until Pete yelped.

As the girls sucked and licked his prick and balls, they pressed their tits on his thighs, and Joy wrapped her thighs around his side and pressed her cunt to his foot. By wiggling that foot, Pete made her hum with pleasure on his balls.

Pete began writhing from the pleasure the girls gave him. He pulled a pillow beneath his head so he could watch comfortably.

As Ann held his prickhead in her mouth, she reached over to Joy and stroked her shoulders and neck. Then she reached for Joy's tits. Joy rolled back, lifting her tits from Pete's thighs and giving Ann's hand a chance to grab them.

The sight of Ann feeling Joy's tits thrilled Pete as much as their mouths on his prick and balls did. Joy still held his balls in her mouth as Ann squeezed her tits. Then Joy reached over to Ann's tits.

They felt each other up as Pete watched. Joy lifted her face from his balls and began kissing Ann's face as Ann sucked Pete's cock.

"You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth!" Joy said, then stuck her tongue out and licked Ann's lips as they encircled Pete's prick.

Joy used her tongue to pry Ann's mouth from the teen's cock. Then she took his prick into her hot mouth as Ann kissed her face. They took turns and didn't fight over him.

Now Ann stuck her tongue into Joy's mouth. Since Pete's prick was already in there, Joy's mouth had to open wider. Finally, Joy lifted her mouth from the teen's prick and sucked in Ann's tongue. Pete's prick, throbbing madly, slapped against the chicks faces as they kissed. They were still grabbing each other's tits, too.