Pete left before the orgy was over. He'd fucked all three chicks, and didn't feel like hanging around to talk to them. Now that Barb had her revenge, though, Pete hoped to make up with her.
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.
Barb lifted her hands from Pete's head where they had been running through his hair. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Pete didn't know if she squeezed them like that because it felt good or to stop their wild bouncing. In either case, it was exciting to see!
After crying with passion for several minutes, Barb's voice softened to a whimper. Still, Pete kept his tongue at her clit, waiting for further instructions.
"Get inside me," Barb said finally. "Fuck me!" That was what he was waiting, hoping, and dying to hear! He got to his feet, bringing his throbbing prick to Barb's pussy.
Leaning back on the edge of the table, Barb spread her thighs farther and reached for Pete's prick. As she pulled his cock to her pussy, she lifted her face to be kissed.
Pete knew his face was wet with her fuck juice. But Barb didn't seem to mind. In fact, she lashed his wet lips and chin with her tongue as though he was chocolate syrup that she was licking.
As eager as he was to feel his prick buried in Barb's cunt, Pete was thrilled at the way she held his cockhead at her pussy slot, sliding his prickhead over her cunt lips and clit. She was still whimpering, too, even as she kissed him.
Having the slippery folds of flesh in Barb's cunt slithering beneath his prick made Pete hotter than he'd ever been. And when she pushed his prick down a bit, then pulled his cock inside her, the guy shivered with joy.
His prick kept sliding deeper into the slick cavern of Barb's cunt until his balls were against her ass below her crotch. The firm grip of her cunt on his stiff cock triggered Pete's fucking instincts, and he began fucking.
"Ohhhhh!" Barb moaned in profound rapture. Each dip and pull of his prick lifted Pete higher into ecstasy. He tried to fuck slowly, making his pleasure last.
He grabbed one of Barb's tits in one hand and one of her asscheeks in the other. She put her hands around his neck to hold on.
Harder and deeper, Pete fucked his prick. Bottles on the table had fallen over and were rolling around, but the fuckers were oblivious. The building could have crumbled around them without them being distracted from their fucking. "F-f-fuck me!" Barb wailed, on her way to another orgasm.
Pete gasped with every lunge of his prick.
Pete entered a pre-orgasmic state of ecstasy. With every second, his pleasure increased!
"I'm going to come!" he said, letting Barb know.
Pete pulled his face back from Barb's. They looked at each other and, seeing the expression of lust on each other's face, they both moaned with joy.
"Ahhhhh!" Pete cried as jism began surging through his cock.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch Barb as she watched him. Her face never looked more beautiful!
Pete's orgasm boiled and churned inside him as his prick pistoned in Barb's cunt. Raw pleasure was his reward. And as long as it lasted, he was the richest guy on earth!
Even when his climax subsided, his pleasure was still intense. His prick, although out of ammunition, enjoyed the snapping tightness of Barb's cunt. He still held her tit and ass in his hand. And he still enjoyed the gorgeous sight of Barb's body connected to his at the crotch.
"That was heavenly!" Barb sighed.
"I love fucking you!" Pete said.
As they lingered in the glow of their fucking, the door opened. The teens swiveled their heads toward it and saw Ann step into the room. They tensed, held still, then relaxed. After all, they didn't need to feel shy in front of Ann – not after all they'd been through together.
"Well, look who's here," Ann said as she tossed her costume on the back of a chair. "How'd you get in, Pete?"
"He dropped from the sky," Barb said, pointing up to the skylight but not letting go of Pete.
"Well, don't mind me," Ann said as she sat down. "But Joy's going to be here any minute, and if she finds Pete here she'll want to fuck him."
Pete and Barb remained where they were, holding each other, Pete's cock still plugged into Barb's cunt. Ann put cold cream on her face, then rubbed it off.
"Maybe we should get dressed," Barb said. "I'd hate to have to share you with Joy now."
"You don't have to share me with anyone," Pete said as he pulled his shrunken prick from the girl's pussy. "But there's no use tormenting her when she gets here."
So the guys dressed. So did Ann. Then they decided to go out for something to eat. But before they left, Ann called Joy on the phone to make sure she hadn't forgotten she was due to go on stage.
Pete and Barb stood next to Ann at the pay phone in the hallway, and they heard the gasps and moans coming from the receiver as soon as Joy answered.
"Joy, you're supposed to be on stage in about two minutes," Ann said. "Joe will be mad as hell. What? You're fucking Joe now? Jesus!"
Pete and Barb giggled.
"There's no one here to take your place," Ann said. "No, I just got off. They don't want to see me again."
There was more moaning and breathy words coming from the receiver, but Pete and Barb couldn't make them out.
"Oh, sure!" Ann said sarcastically. "And I'll collect the cover charge while she's on stage, I suppose."
Pete and Barb giggled again, knowing that Joy had suggested that Bertha, the old chick who collected cover charges at the door, go on for Joy. Not that Bertha wouldn't be glad to. But the sight of her two-hundred-pound body bouncing around the stage might drive out more customers than Ann had attracted.
"And now," the amplified voice of the MC was heard to say, "the delectable, sensational, exotic Joy Toy!"
"Now what?" Ann asked as she hung up.
"I'll go on!" Barb said.
"You can't," Ann said. "You're too young. The place would be closed down if the cops knew we had an underage stripper. You have to be twenty-one, and you're only eighteen."
"They won't know," Barb said. "I'll just go on this once. Besides, there's hardly anyone out there at this time of day."
"That's true," Ann said, thinking. "I'll tell you what. I'll see if there are any cops out there, and you go put on that pink costume."
"Goody!" Barb yelled as she ran back to the dressing room.
Ann left Pete for a moment and came back. "I guess she'll get away with it," Ann said. "There are only a few of the regulars out there anyhow."
"Well, I guess Joy isn't quite ready," the MC was saying. "Remember, Wednesday is ladies night at the Kingston…"
Barb suddenly was running down the hallway. She looked gorgeous in the stripper costume!
"I'm so excited!" she said as she ran past Pete and Ann.
"Let's go watch," Pete said.
"Okay. Come up on the roof. We'll take the stairs, though."
Once again, Pete found himself on the roof, looking into a skylight. But he never thought he would see his own girl friend on the stage, dancing and stripping.
When they looked down, Barb was just taking off her lacy robe. Her young tits, half bidden in a tiny bra, looked fabulous as they heaved to the music.
At first, Barb seemed a bit stiff. Her face looked rigid as she kept her gaze down. But the longer she danced around, the more relaxed she became. By the time she unfastened her bra and exposed her huge tits, she was dancing loose and free.
"Damn! She's good!" Ann said.
"Yeahhh!" Pete agreed, excited by the sight even though he'd just fucked her.
When Barb tossed away her bra, her tits looked even more beautiful than they had when Pete had held them.
Pete and Ann were huddled together as they knelt by the skylight. Ann's sexy perfume added to the guy's excitement, and he couldn't help putting an arm around her. As he did, Ann moved closer to him.
Barb was bouncing around the stage, smiling at the audience as she showed off her lovely tits.
"Do you think Barb would mind if we fucked while watching her?" Ann asked.
"Na, I don't think so," Pete said. "Especially when we tell her how excited her stripping made us."
So they both pulled down their pants. Still looking at Barb, they got ready to fuck. Pete sank a few fingers into Ann's cunt while Ann held his prick. Then, as Barb pulled down the pink satin bottom of her costume, leaving only herself in a tiny g-string, Pete got behind Ann and slipped his prick up her cunt, doggie-style. That way, they could fuck and still watch Barb's act.
Pete kept his eyes on his girl, friend on the stage below as he slipped his prick in and out of Ann's sweet cunt. It seemed like just yesterday he'd been up on the roof with his buddy, Don, two virgins getting a peek at naked ladies. Pete had come a long way.