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"Wow!" Barb yelled as gobs of thick white fuck cream leaped from his cockhead.

She kept her hand quickly pumping up and down on his shooting cock. Some of Pete's jism landed on her tits and then drooled down her belly. One shot hit her cheek. But she kept pumping like a champ.

She jerked his cock till he was drained. Her hand slowed, then stopped.

"Was that all right?" she asked.

"Oh, it was great!" Pete said.

Barb wiped jism from her face and tits, feeling it between her fingers.

"Is that what you do to yourself when you're horny?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it never feels as good as it did this time," Pete said. "Do you rub your cunt to make yourself come?"

"Uh-huh," Barb admitted, averting her eyes coyly. "But it never felt as good as when you did it."

They hugged each other until Pete's prick was stiff again, which didn't take long. But before they could begin again, Barb's parents' car pulled into the driveway. So they both jumped up and pulled up their pants. Barb quickly buttoned her blouse. When her mother and father walked into the living room, the teens looked like they had been necking, but the didn't look like they had jerked each other off.

"Hello, Pete," Mrs. Clark said. "Will you stay for dinner?"

"No, I have to get going," he said. "My mother wants me to do some chores before dinner."

Actually, Pete had to go because he wanted to be along to think about what had happened. He wanted to savor this treat, making it last.

The next day Pete rode his bike over to his best friend's, Don's, house. Don had a girl friend who let him finger fuck her. But she hadn't ever jerked Don off. Pete was eager to brag about his recent experience with Barb.

"Wow!" Don said over and over as Pete told his story in vivid detail.

"My jism was hanging from her tits like icicles," Pete said.

Don was impressed, and Pete felt like a hero.

"Hey, I was talking to my cousin yesterday." Don said. "He told me how you can peek into the Kingston Hotel."

"Why would anyone want to peek into that place?" Pete asked.

"That's where the strippers are," Don said. "You can look right down on the stage and even into their dressing room. My cousin did it lots of times. We should try it."

Even though he'd experienced the joy of finger fucking and a hand job, Pete thought it would be exciting to peek at some strippers. So he agreed that they should give it a try.

It was a long bus ride to the old downtown section. Then they had to walk several blocks through a neighborhood where men sat in door stoops sipping from bottles hidden in paper bags.

"There's an alley behind the building," Don said. "Then we've got to climb up a fire escape to the roof."

They cut through the bus station and a parking lot. Then they went down a dead-end alley littered with bottles and broken glass. There were some steel doors that had no handles and a lace-work of iron fire escapes on the brick walls which rose around them. A ladder hung from one of the fire escapes, but it was out of reach from the ground.

"You've got to grab this pipe and pull yourself up," Don said.

Pete watched Don experiment until he found a way to climb to the ladder. Once he reached it, it was a simple matter to climb to the roof of the building.

Pete was soon following Don up the ladder. As soon as they reached the roof, they heard loud musk coming from the skylights which were set in two rows the length of the flat roof.

The guys looked at each other. Then, like burglars, they crouched down and sneaked up to a skylight. But when they peered into it, they found themselves looking down into a men's room. A man stood at a long row of urinals.

But that wasn't what they had climbed to the roof to see. They crept to the next skylight.

Now they were looking into a room lined with small tables, each of which had a round mirror above it. The tables were covered with small bottles and jars. There were chairs strewn with colorful clothing.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the room. It was a naked woman! She threw a few lacy garments over the back of a chair, then sat down.

From overhead, the guys could see her big tits protruding from her chest. When she sat down, they caught a glimpse of her cunt hair.

Don grabbed Pete's arm and shook it. "Great, huh?"

"Yeah!" Pete said.

The woman lit a cigarette and began wiping make-up from her face. The guys watched until she pulled on a jersey and a pair of jeans.

"Let's check out the other skylights," Don whispered.

Moving across the roof, the guys locked down into a barroom. There was a bar with men sitting with their backs against it. From another skylight, they saw some sparsely occupied tables. Finally, though, through the skylight at the end of the row, the looked down on a stage where another woman was dancing.

She had a pink, gauzy veil around her tits. Her cunt was bare, but from their position over head, the guys didn't have a very good view of her pussy. But they were excited nevertheless.

The woman sat down on the stage and spread her legs. Then she began thrusting her cunt toward the men in the audience.

"Those guys have a good view," Pete said, pointing down to some young guys in the front row who were leaning forward, their faces a few feet from the stripper's thrusting pussy.

"I wish we were old enough to get in there," Don whispered.

They watched the woman until her act was over. Although they hadn't had as good a view as the men in the audience, Don and Pete did get some good views, and their pricks were stiff.

"Let's go over there again and watch her get dressed," Don said.

They went back to the skylight that looked into the dressing room. The stripper appeared and went through the same procedure as the last.

As she dressed, another woman came into the room. She began to undress. Then she put on a tiny piece of cloth that covered her cunt and was held in place by strings that went around her waist and down the crack of her ass. Over that she put on a transparent gown.

Then, as the woman put make-up on her face, a man came up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, leaned ever, and kissed her.

The woman whose act the guys had caught had left, so the man and woman were alone.

"Come to my office after your show," the man said.

"Okay," the woman said.

Then she left the room. The guys went to the skylight that gave them a view of the stage to catch this chick's strip. She was soon on stage, dancing and pulling off her gown. Then she danced around with her big tits wobbling.

Next, she took off her g-string and began flashing her cunt at the men in the audience.

"Beautiful tits!" Pete whispered.

"Nice ass, too," Don said.

The woman was down on her belly and her ass wiggled and pumped. Then she rolled over and spread her legs. She was looking up toward the skylight.

Pete's eyes bulged. It was Ann Clark, Barb's sister!

"Hey, look!" he said. "That's Ann Clark!"

"You're right!" Don gasped. "Holy cow!"

"I saw her at Barb's yesterday," Pete said. "I knew she had changed, but I didn't know why."

Watching Ann's act was even more exciting now that the guys realized they knew her.

By the time she left the stage, they were panting. "Let's see if we can see into that guy's office," Pete said. "I have a feeling something interesting will happen."

"Something interesting would happen if she came to my office," Don said.

The guys went down the other line of skylights. Through one of them they saw the man sitting at a desk. A few seconds later, they saw Ann come into the room.

"Baby, I've been horny all day," the man said. "Rescue me!"

"Gladly," Ann said.

The man got up from behind his desk and met the woman in the middle of the room. They embraced and kissed. Then they went to a couch and sat down.