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CHAPTER FOUR

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.

Men reached up with bills rolled up, and Ann danced to them, bent down, shaking her tits. They slipped the rolled-up bill into her bra or g-string, dipping their fingers in deeper than necessary.

During the first few minutes, Ann merely danced around. Then she took her veil off. Before long, her bra and g-string followed. Then she spread a rug on the stage and lay down. Now Pete had a good view as she rolled over and over, spreading her legs.

Pete grabbed the lump in his pants. He was heating up fast. But as much as he wanted to pull out his prick and jerk off, he resisted the urge. Somehow, he hoped to talk to Ann and get her to fuck him.

When her number was over, she went back to the dressing room. Pete followed her on the roof, watching as she sank into the chair at her dressing table.

Shortly after Ann came into the dressing room, Joe came in.

"Beautiful!" he said to Ann. "You get better every day!"

"You used to say the same thing to me," the black-haired chick said as she went to where Joe leaned on a table. "Don't you think I'm getting better every day too?"

The chick was thrusting a naked tit to Joe's chest.

"Cut the crap, Joy," he said. "You know you're not interested in what I think."

"Oh, that's right," the black-haired chick said. "I forgot."

"Come on to my office, Ann," Joe said.

"Be right there," Ann said casually.

Pete felt a current of lust in his prick. It seemed he was going to watch Ann fuck that guy again. He wished it could be him, and he was surprised at his jealousy. Pete went to the skylight over Joe's office. He saw the man come in and stretch out on the couch. He looked horny.

Ann came in wearing a white robe. Dramatically, she opened it and slipped it from her delicate shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body.

"Gorgeous!" Joe said as he held out his hands to the naked woman.

Ann went to him and sat at the side of the couch.

Joe grabbed her tits and began massaging them as Ann unfastened his pants. She fished his prick out and began sucking.

Both sisters seemed to like sucking cocks, Pete noticed. He wished Barb had Ann's love of fucking too as he remembered how Ann had fucked this guy last time. But Pete hoped they would fuck in a different position this time. The way they had fucked last time hadn't let Pete see as much as he longed to.

As Ann sucked Joe's cock, they both lowered his pants. Then Ann lifted her face long enough to pull his pants from his feet. She resumed sucking as Joe took off his shirt.

Now that he was naked, Joe pulled Ann from his crotch. She mounted him, bringing her cunt to his cock. They got his prick inside her pussy, and Ann began rocking and bouncing.

Pete still couldn't see her cunt as he had hoped to. But he did have a good view of her tits as they hopped like bouncing balls.

Watching the fuckers doing what he had only dreamed about made Pete shake with lust. His prick was jerking and his balls ached. He had to jerk off! So he whipped out his prick as he looked down at the fucking couple.

He began stroking his prick in time with Ann's bouncing body. Suddenly, though, something was cutting into his knee as he knelt beside the skylight. It felt like a piece of broken glass.

"Ow!" Pete whispered as he shifted his weight from his painful knee.

By shifting his position, though, he bumped the open skylight with his shoulder. It slammed shut, and one pane of glass shattered, raining shards into the room. After flinching under the falling glass, Joe and Ann looked up.

Pete had jumped back into darkness. He shoved his prick back into his pants and ran for the fire escape.

Pete's heart was pounding, but now it wasn't lust that excited him, it was fear. It would be simple for Joe to cut him off in the alley, and Pete heard the man yelling to someone.

Pete climbed as fast as he could, reaching the lowest ladder and hang-dropping from it. He dashed toward the entrance of the alley. But before he got there, a flood of light flashed in front of him. Then two men stepped into the light just in time to catch the running teen by the arms.

A fist crashed into Pete's stomach, knocking the wind from him and doubling him over so he hung by the arms in the men's grip.

"What's the big idea, sport?" one of the men asked.

They threw Pete against the brick wall. He couldn't breathe, let alone talk. But they kept asking him what he was doing, on the roof.

"You like to peek, huh?" a man said. "It's bad enough getting a free strip show, but I don't like being spied on."

Pete recognized Joe although he looked different when seen face to face.

"Pete!" Ann gasped. "What?"

This was the worst thing that could happen, Pete thought. He would rather have the men beat him up than have Ann find him here.

"Leave him alone!" she said as she ran to him and pulled the men's hands from him. "He's a friend of mine."

"You have some weird friends," Joe said. Pete was just catching his breath, breathing with horrible sounds in his dry throat.

"Come on, Pete," Ann said as she led him to the open door.

"Hey, where're you taking him?" Joe asked.

"Never mind!" Ann said. "You'd better pick on people your own size from now on."

"Did you ever see anything so dumb?" Joe asked the other man as Ann took Pete to the dressing room.

The sight of the redhead putting lipstick on her nipples didn't help Pete catch his breath. Things were happening so fast he wasn't sure whether he should be scared or horny.

"Leave us alone, will you?" Ann asked the redhead.

"Well, what's this?" the redhead asked. "One of the audience stricken with horniness?"

"Joe punched him in the stomach, that big ape," Ann said bitterly.

"That creep!" the redhead said.

"Please leave us for a while," Ann said.

They were alone. Pete felt better. He was breathing almost normally.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have been peeking. But I heard about being able to watch the strippers. I didn't mean to see you and that guy."

That wasn't quite the truth, but it had happened that way the first time.

Pete was sitting in a chair. Ann was leaning over him. Her robe had opened enough to show the teen her heavy tits hanging from her chest.

"Are you going to be all right?" Ann asked.

"Sure, I'm okay. I can't even blame that guy for punching me."

Pete looked up from Ann's tits. There was a piece of broken glass in her hair. He took it and handed it to her.

"After peeking and breaking the window, I deserved to get punched," Pete said.

"Nonsense," Ann said. "It wasn't your fault. Would you like to go over to my place and rest up? It's right around the corner. I've got to go on again soon, but then I'll be off for an hour, and I'll come to see how you are."

She handed Pete her key and told him where her apartment was. Then she walked him to the parking lot to make sure Joe wasn't waiting for him.

When Pete got to Ann's place, his head was still spinning. But he wasn't too confused to hope that he would fuck him. Why should she? he asked himself. There was no reason except that he had interrupted her fucking, and she might be horny. But in that case, she would probably finish fucking Joe. But she was mad at him. On and on, Pete debated his chances of getting fucked. Finally, he decided that things had been so strange so far, anything could happen.

He paced around the apartment while waiting for Ann. It was shabby, but comfortable. In the bathroom there were sexy undies and bras hanging everywhere. Pete examined them carefully.

By the time Ann arrived, Pete was dying to come. If she wouldn't fuck him, he would have to jerk off soon!

"How are you?" she asked as she rushed over to him.

"Fine, I'm fine," he said, "Just horny."

Ann turned her head slightly, looking at him from the corner of her eye and smiling slyly.

"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.

Pete had to get home. If he were too late, his parents wouldn't let him out again for awhile, and that might interfere with his fucking. By the time he was on the bus, heading home, the whole evening seemed like a dream.