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"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.