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"Ahhhhhhh!" Barb sighed as she slowed her fucking fingers.

Her body ground to a halt. Her tits stopped shaking. She dropped her legs across Pete's thighs.

"Gee! That was weird!" she said. "I got so hat blowing you I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was coming! I'm so embarrassed!"

She covered her tits and rolled over, hiding her cunt from the teen. But Pete was so excited again, he had renewed hopes of fucking her.

"It was exciting to see you do that!" he said as he rolled her ever onto her back again. "I've never seen anything so exciting!"

"I can't believe I did it," Barb said.

Pete reached for her cunt. But her thighs were clamped tightly together now, and she wouldn't open them.

"Barb, let me fuck you?" Pete whispered hoarsely.

"No!" she said, and shook her head.

Pete's heart sank, but hit prick kept twitching. He saw that she was firm in her refusal, and she could be stubborn.

"Jerk me off then," he said.

"You do it and I'll watch!" Barb said eagerly. "That'll be fair since you watched me."

Pete was struck by a one-two punch. One – he felt a thrill run through him at the thought of jerking off in front of Barb. Two – he didn't think he could perform his secret vice in front of her.

"Come on!" she urged. "I'd love to see how you do it."

"Do it the same way you did it to me last time," he said.

"I know," Barb whined. "But I want to see you do it. Come on please!"

Pete knew he was going to hare to do it. And, as soon, as he realized he would, he was wild with passion. Although he was still shy and embarrassed, his excitement was beyond limits!

They both looked at the teen's cock throb above his lap. Barb sat up attentively.

Slowly, Pete grabbed his prick, closing his fist around his cockshaft. He took a look at Barb's naked body, then began to pump his cock. Jerking off had never been so exciting! With Barb sitting beside him, with her gorgeous tits exposed, jerking off was a completely new experience!

"God, that looks like fun!" Barb said. "Boys are lucky!"

"I think girls are lucky," Pete said, still pumping. "You looked like you were out of your mind with pleasure!"

"I was!"

Now, as he pumped his prick, Pete looked up from his cock and ova at Barb. Her gaze was still fastened to his prick and his sliding fist, though. He looked at her tits, then down into her lap where her fuzzy pussy was.

"Ahhh!" he groaned as his second orgasm burst.

With Barb's gaze on his prick, Pete had a great orgasm. But, before he knew it, more than her gaze was on him. She leaped forward, dropping her face to his erupting cock. Her mouth covered the tip of his prick and she drank the fountain of jism!

She loved his jism, Pete realized!

Again she sucked his prick clean. When she lifted her face, she was licking her lips.

"Mmmmm! I like that stuff!" she said with a smile.

As they dressed, Pete took a quick, wistful look at Barb's cunt before she pulled up her pants. The blow job was great – he hoped to get more of them. But he still longed to fuck her.

Before he could be alone with Barb again, Pete became awfully horny. He thought about the blow job he'd gotten, and dreamed of fucking his prick into a pussy. He jerked off several times. But none of that was enough. He needed more!

Peeking into the Kingston Hotel again would be fun. The more he thought about it, the more exciting it seemed. Finally, he had to go there and get another look. He hoped to see that guy fucking Ann again. If he couldn't get fucked, the next best thing was to watch someone else fuck. He went in the evening, alone. Creeping into that alley at night was different from when he'd gone there with Don. If there had been anyone there, Pete would have gone right back home.

But there was no one there, and he soon was on his way up the fire escape. No one was on the roof as he thought there might be just before he reached it. Still, it was scary being there. If it weren't for his raging lust, he wouldn't have had the nerve to do this.

The music seemed louder than last time as he tiptoed to the skylight over the stage.

One of the women he had seen last time was dancing around. She swung her tits and pumped her hips, showing the audience everything she had. The audience was bigger now, and they clapped and yelled at the woman when she gave them a good view.

Kneeling on the roof, Pete watched her, wishing he was in the audience where the view was better. When she finished her act, he went to the skylight over the dressing room.

Now there were two other chicks there besides the one who had just done her strip. One was Ann.

Pete felt like he was right in the room with them. Then he realized that the skylights were opened. It was a warm night, and cigarette smoke drifted from the skylights.

"How's the house?" Ann asked the girl who bad just done her act. "Almost full," the girl said. "Bunch of young guys in front are good tippers. One shoved a five in my g-string."

"And now, the lowly Minky!" man's voice said, drifting up from the skylight over the stage.

One of the girls he looked down on, a redhead, jumped up and hurried from the dressing room.

Pete saw how her big tits bounced under her flimsy costume, and he wanted to see her strip. But it seemed like more fun to watch the girls in the dressing room. For one thing, Ann was there, and since seeing her fucking, he was fascinated with her. For another thing, peeking into a private room, at the chicks who had no idea someone was watching, seemed somehow kinky and exciting. After all, watching the stripper on stage, he would be just one more pair of eyes out of a hundred.

Ann and the other stripper, a black-haired beauty, talked about this and that as Ann undressed. Pete thought it was more exciting to see a woman take off her regular clothing than it was to see a stripper slip out of a silly costume. But he had to admit it was still exciting to see the strippers shaking their tits.

When Ann was naked, she opened a canvas bag and pulled out the pink and black bits of shining material that were her costume. She pulled her g-string on, adjusting it over her cunt and pulling the strings tightly into her asscrack. Then she strapped on her ridiculously tiny bra. Over those garments she put on a black veil that was so transparent it barely dimmed her body.

"Seen Joe?" the black-haired woman asked. "Yeah, this morning," Ann said as she studied herself in a mirror.

"Still fucking him?"

"Yeah," Ann said. "He's a good guy. And fucking him makes the day go faster. Jealous?"

"Hell no! I've fucked him too many times to be jealous," the black-haired chick said. "You can have him with my blessings."

"Well, I just hope he doesn't start coming around to my place," Ann said. "I don't want to get that friendly with him."

Pete was thrilled to find that Joe wasn't really Ann's boy friend. He was entertaining thoughts of fucking her himself. But would she fuck a guy like him?

The music stopped. The man's voice was heard again.

"Let's hear it for the sexy, gorgeous Minky," he said. "Isn't she beautiful? What lovely tits!"

There was loud applause.

"See you later," Ann said as she left the dressing room.

"And now, Spicy Sugar," the voice said. "Give her a big hand!"

Pete scurried to the skylight over the stage. He wanted to see Ann strip. Even after watching her take off her street clothes and put on her costume, Pete was dying to see more of her beautiful body.

The audience seemed to like Ann better, judging by their wild clapping and whistling. The music started, and Ann began dancing. Now that Pete had seen several of the strippers dance, he saw that Ann was different. She danced wildly, throwing her tits about with more energy and shaking her ass until her asscheeks flapped like a flag in a strong wind.