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"Poor baby! My sister won't fuck you, will she? God, when I think back to when I was her age! I was the same way."

"But you're not any more," Pete said.

"No," Ann laughed. "And I'm having a lot more fun now. If you weren't my own sisters boy friend, I'd fuck you myself!"

"I wouldn't tell her!" Pete said eagerly.

Ann laughed. "If you do tell her, I'll never speak to you again."

Pete tried to decipher Ann's words. Was she saying she would fuck him? Was he going to get fucked after all? Did all the trouble he'd caused so far bring his dream to reality?

"You won't, will you?" Ann asked. "Tell her, I mean. It's important that you don't."

He was going to get fucked! Pete felt like he'd been punched in the stomach again. He couldn't talk.

Ann came over to him and hugged him. Her big tits, barely contained in her blouse, pressed against his chest. Her mouth moved to his. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, the teen came alive, throwing his arms around her and pressing the lump in his pants to her stomach.

"Mmmmm!" Ann moaned.

They stood there kissing, Pete holding on to one of her big tits.

"Come on," Ann said, breaking away. "I've got less than an hour."

She led Pete to her bedroom. Again he saw her strip. But this time it was a hundred times more exciting – she was stripping for him!

Pete pulled off his clothes. Then he joined Ann who was already on the bed.

"What a beautiful cock!" she said as she grabbed his prick. "Too bad Barb is letting it go to waste. Did she at least blow you like I suggested?"

"Was that your idea?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, I told her she'd better do something to keep you happy or you would probably find a chick who would."

As they talked, Pete kept his hand on one of Ann's gorgeous tits. He held it like a shot put, hefting it and caressing it. The thrill of playing with such a beautiful tit ended the conversation as Pete kissed Ann again. Then he moved close to her, pressing his prick to her.

As soon as Ann ran her fingers along Pete's shoulders and back, he knew he was in the arms of an expert. And her tongue had an exciting way of curling around inside his mouth.

Then Ann kissed her way to his ear, bit his ear lobe, and traced the swirls in his ear with the tip of her tongue.

As if the treatment he was receiving weren't enough, Pete was trembling with the anticipation of fucking Ann. He was eager to feel her cunt sliding over his prick, but he didn't want to seem as innocent and desperate as he was. He was glad she had to hurry to get back to her job, though.

"Suck my tits!" Ann said.

Without wasting a second, Pete slithered down until his face met her tits. They had spread out slightly on her chest with their great weights. But they formed beautiful curves, crowned with big, erect nipples. Ann's tits were bigger than Barb's, even though Barb's were firmer.

As he nibbled then gobbled Ann's tits, Pete reached for her cunt. Her mound was plump and her hair soft. Her pussy slot was hot and wet.

Ann grabbed Pete's cock. Her fingers wrapped around his prick with a sure, firm grip, not like Barb's grip which always seemed hesitant. Then Ann grabbed his balls and squeezed them tightly, making Pete wince.

Ann moaned as Pete's finger slipped into her flowing cunt.

She moved her hips in a way he had seen her doing on stage, wiggling her pussy on his fingers. Pete wiggled his finger until it was churning her cunt, stretching her pussy.

He kept sucking her tits too. With her erect nipple sucked deeply into his mouth, his nose pressed into her titflesh. He moved his mouth to the neighboring tit and sucked it, then moved back to the first tit. He dipped his face into the warm valley between her tits, and Ann shook her body, making her tits bounce against the sides of his head.

Meanwhile, Ann's hand was readying Pete's prick for fucking. He loved the way she handled him, her fingers traveled up and down his shaft. She took his balls into her hand, reaching to his asshole with tickling fingers. She must have had a lot of practice, Pete thought.

"I love the way you suck me!" Ann said breathlessly.

Pete found that by biting down harder he made Ann cry out louder. She seemed to like him to squeeze hard with his teeth while fluttering his tongue over her big nipple.

"Get inside me!" Ann hissed.

Her words hit the teen like a bullet. His prick leaped from her hand as he scrambled on top of her. He took his finger from her pussy, leaving her cunt open and waiting for his cock.

Pete fumbled at her cunt, holding his fingers at her pussy to guide his prick in. But his prick didn't seem to fit. He felt her cunt hair bristling beneath his cockhead.

"Uhhh!" he gasped with exertion as he tried to lodge his prick in her body.

He lunged a few times, but his cock slipped up over her stomach.

"Hey, relax," Ann said softly. "Take it easy. Let me help."

Forcing himself to slow down, Pete let Ann grab his prick. She bent it down a bit, then pulled forward. Pete followed her hand, hoping to feel his prick fucking into her cunt before he came on her hand.

The head of his prick was suddenly surrounded by tender, hot flesh. He moved his hips forward, and his cock fucked into the tight fit of Ann's pussy!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Pete cried as he was rifled with the sensation of fucking.

He fucked his cock deep into Ann's cunt. It throbbed within the confines of her wet cunt chamber, his balls hung to her asscheeks.

Pete was out of his mind. He'd never dreamed anything could feel this good!

Instinctively, he began pumping. He fucked his fat cockhead back and forth in the tunnel of Ann's cunt, charging himself with mounting pleasure.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Ann cried.

Her moans fueled Pete's passion, making him fuck his prick even faster. He was about to come, but his orgasm was merely part of a total insanity of ecstasy. He couldn't distinguish between the friction of his prick in Ann's cunt, the sound of her cries, the way her tits rolled beneath his chest, and the surges of joy running through his cock. It was all part of his overwhelming bliss!

"Uhhh! Uhhhh!" he gasped desperately.

After filling Ann with jism, Pete began to regain his senses. He felt her hips bucking as she kept his prick sliding deep into her cunt. Their stomachs were slapping together.

"Fuck me!" she yelled.

Pete had slowed his fucking. But he picked up the rhythm of her lunging hips, fucking his cock to the end of her cunt, then pulling almost completely out.

He knew Ann hadn't come yet but was getting close. And he tried his best to give her as much pleasure as she had given him.

Her body became wet and clammy suddenly.

Her cries, which had been continuous, grew louder, more desperate.

She was coming, Pete realized.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Ann screamed.

Pete was spent. He lay limp on Ann's body, his prick shriveling in her cunt. Her tits cushioned his chest as they rocked him with her gasping breaths.

"That was wonderful!" Ann said. "Barb doesn't know what she's missing. Now, I've got to go."

She gave Pete a few playful slaps on the ass to rouse him. He hated to let her go, but he rolled off her, landing on his back with his wet prick slapping down on his stomach.

"Thanks, Ann," he said as he watched her climb to her feet.

"Don't thank me," she said. "But the show must go on. Spicy Sugar must do her act."

Pete smiled at her as she pulled her blouse over her bulging tits and buttoned a few buttons.

"Hang around as long as you like," Ann said. "See you later."

Pete lay in her bed, keeping the warmth of her body mingling with his own warmth. He tried to keep alive the memory of her tight cunt fucking on his prick. But already the memory was fading. He would have to fuck many more times before really knowing what it was like. It was like trying to recreate the sensation of a roller coaster ride months after being on it.