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But there was nothing else to do – he had to see Barb.

Finally, he got to Ann's. But when he knocked, Joy came to the door.

"Well, hello," she said. "Come on in."

"Is Ann and Barb here?"

"No, they just left," Joy said. "But never mind them. I've been thinking about you."

Joy looked as luscious as ever, but Pete didn't want to get sidetracked.

"Where are they?" he asked.

Joy said they went to the Kingston Hotel; Ann was going on stage soon.

Pete thanked her, said good-bye, and headed for the Kingston. He wondered why Barb had gone along. Maybe he would get a chance to talk to her in Ann's dressing room.

But when he got to the hotel and knocked on the backstage door, nothing happened. The big steel door hardly made a sound when he knocked on it and there was no bell. So he had to go around to the front. Just as he expected, the woman collecting cover charges wouldn't let him in and wouldn't call Ann.

There was nothing to do but climb up on the roof again. On the way up, he thought about the last time he had climbed up there and how he'd been roughed up by Joe and his helper. But Pete kept climbing.

When he looked down through the skylight over the dressing room, he saw Barb and Ann. Ann was putting on her costume. Pete almost called to them, but he decided to wait for Ann to leave. He wanted to get Barb alone.

"I wish I could work here," Barb was saying. "Doing what?" Ann asked as she draped her filmy robe around her.

"Stripping," Barb said. "I'd love to be a stripper."

"Well, why not?" Ann said. "It seems to run in the family."

The MC announced Ann, and she hurried from the dressing room.

"Hey, Barb," Pete called down through the open skylight.

Barb jumped, startled to hear a voice coming from above in the empty room. When she saw Pete, she merely looked up at him without saying anything.

"I've got to talk to you," Pete said. "Can I come down?"

"I don't think you'd better," Barb said coolly. "No one's supposed to be back here."

"But I've got to talk to you," he said. "It's real important!"

"Well, don't blame me if you get into trouble," she said as she looked into a mirror and fooled around with her hair.

Pete crawled into the skylight, hung by his hands, then dropped into the room, sprawling on the floor as he landed.

"How come you're here?" he asked the girl as he got to his feet.

"Oh, I've been hanging around with Ann a lot," Barb said, still gazing at herself in the mirror. "I like to come here. I think I was cut out for show business."

"You'd make a great stripper," Pete said. "You certainly have the body for it. And you're a great dancer."

"Thanks," Barb said.

"Hey, Barb. Now that you've gotten even with me, can't we be like we used to? You know, go out together and things."

"And things?" Barb asked. "What things?"

"Oh, you know. Fucking and stuff," Pete said.

"What about Ann? What about my mother?"

"Come on, Barb," Pete begged. "Don't be like that. You know it's just you I'm interested in. And you must still like me. You called me, pretending to be your mother, so you could get me to your house while you were fucking all those guys."

Barb finally turned around and faced Pete. "Now you know how it feels, I hope."

"I do," Pete said. "I hated to see all those guys fucking you. I was so jealous I would have thrown them all out if there weren't so many of them."

"Oh, Pete! Really?" Barb said, warming up at last.

As a smile broke out on Barb's face and her voice softened, Pete felt relief and lust. Barb was going to forgive him and fuck him.

"Sure," he said. "As a matter of fact, I wanted to fight all those guys, but your mother stopped me. She was afraid I would get hurt. But I didn't care."

"Really?" Barb asked with a breathy voice.

"Really!" Pete said, excusing himself for lying, but he would have said anything to win Barb back.

He pulled up a chair near hers and took her hands. She leaned forward, and they kissed. Kissing, they couldn't help thrusting their tongues back and forth between their mouths. Then Pete had to reach for Barb's tits. She couldn't resist sticking her hand into his crotch to feel his hard cock.

As their passion mounted, Pete reached into her tight jersey and groped at her naked tits. She unfastened his pants and reached inside.

Soon, Pete had Barb's jersey pulled up over her tits and was sucking her nipples. At the same time, she had his prick freed and was stroking his cockshaft lovingly.

"Ohhhhh, Pete!" Barb moaned as he gobbled her titflesh.

As he stuffed his face with her tits, he opened her pants. Then he lifted his head from her tits and pulled her to her feet. He knelt down and pulled her pants down around her ankles. The odor of hot cunt juice filled his nostrils.

Pete pressed his face to Barb's pussy hair. Burying his nose and lips in that soft tangle of hair, he reached around her hips and hugged her ass. Breathing the mist that rose from her cunt was driving him wild!

Barb ran her fingers through his hair and held his face tighter to her cunt. She spread her legs, opening her crotch just in case Pete wanted to get at her pussy.

He did! Sinking lower, he brought his mouth to her cunt crack. His tongue shot out and felt around in her hair for the lips of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" Barb gasped when his tongue entered her pussy.

Barb was near the dressing table, and she backed to it and rested her ass against it. That way, she was able to stick her cunt out and give Pete better access to her tender pussy gash.

As Barb backed to the table, Pete followed. And, when her hips rolled forward, he began licking her pussy from the rear to the front.

"Oooooo!" the girl cried softly.

Pete's head nodded as he covered her pussy's slot with his tongue. Barb's cunt was sweet and wet, and her fuck juice seeped over his face and down his neck.

By rolling his eyes up as far as he could, Pete saw Barb's tits swaying as she wiggled. Beyond her tits, her pretty face looked down at him. There was a cockeyed smile of pleasure on her mouth. "That feels so good!" she cooed.

Pete lifted his eyebrows several times to tell her he was having fun, too.

His tongue reached up her flowing pussy, twisting and wiggling. Barb's body imitated the motion of the tongue in her cunt, making her tits sway and making the table she leaned against shake – bottles of make-up and perfume jiggled merrily.

Pete moved his tongue to the girl's clit. Lightly at first, then more firmly, he wiggled that erect bud in a circle.

"Ohhhhhh!" Barb moaned, telling Pete he had the right spot under his tongue.

Pete kept his eyes lifted to watch Barb as she grew more wantonly excited. There was nothing so beautiful as a girl getting hot, Barb's face looked blissful, her tits shook, and her voice filled the dressing room.

As he lapped her cunt, Pete kept his hands busy roaming over Barb's smooth skin. Her thighs and ass felt wonderful to him as her cunt juice seeped down his chin.

"Oh, Pete! You do that so well!" she sighed.

Pete wondered if he should make Barb come with his tongue before fucking her. But he decided to let her tell him what she wanted. He would do anything to please her! He would be her slave, trusting her to give him pleasure in return.

So Pete kept his tongue working on her clit. Round and round he wiggled it as he ran his fingers down the soft skin on the backs of her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh! I'm going to come!" Barb gasped. Pete increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit. His eyes widened as he watched her hit her climax.

"Aaaaaa!" Barb cried in a splitting note of ecstasy.

Pete shared her pleasure, not by coming, but by watching her writhing and shaking with the pleasure he was providing.