"Hot mom,hot daughters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Logan Brad)

CHAPTER TWO

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.

Ann was already naked, and the man immediately began massaging her tits. Ann reached into his crotch and held his balls as they kissed.

Then the man pushed Ann back against the arm of the couch. He leaned over and sucked her tits. Ann ran her fingers through his black, wavy hair.

"Oh, suck me!" she said wantonly and loud enough for the guys on the roof to hear.

After some serious tit-sucking, the man stood up. As he pulled off his pants, Ann slouched on the couch with her crotch open. The guys saw her pink pussy gash like a beacon shining in her dark cunt hair.

Now the man dropped onto the couch with his prick stiff and towering over his stomach.

"Feel like sucking me?" he asked.

"Ummmmm, of course," Ann said and lowered her face to his lap.

Don and Pete looked at each other. Their faces wore horny expressions of lust.

Then they looked down into the office again. Ann's head was bobbing over the man's lap. He stroked Ann's bare back.

After Ann sucked the guy for a while, he said something to her that the guys couldn't hear. But they saw Ann lift her face and crawl up onto the couch. She straddled the man's tap holding her gigantic tits at his face.

The guys watched in awe as both Ann and the man reached to where their crotches came together. By Ann's movements, the guys knew they were fitting the man's prick into Ann's cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" Ann sighed, her voice drifting to the hot guys on the roof.

Ann began bouncing on the man's lap. The guys imagined how his prick must be fucking deep into her body as she bounced, and her cries of pleasure helped their imaginations.

The man tried sucking Ann's tits as they fucked. But her tits were bobbing wildly up and down with her bouncing, and they kept slipping out of the man's mouth. Even when he tried holding one tit at his face, it would slip from his grasp and begin flopping up and down again. Finally, the man gave up the idea of sucking her tits, dropped his head back, and watched Ann's tits dancing on her chest.

Ann's blond curls shook around her head and shoulders as she fucked her cunt up and down. The guys saw the cheeks of her ass slapping on the man's thighs.

"Oh, Joe!" Ann cried, her voice rising in volume.

"Are you coming, baby?" he asked.

"Yessss!" Ann hissed. "Aaaaa!"

"I'm going to come too," Joe said. "Uh-h!"

Meanwhile, on the roof, Don and Pete stared in a horny trance. They would have given anything to be in that man's place. The cries of sexual bliss rising from the skylight told the whole story better even than the sight of the fuckers.

"Uhhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" the two on the couch moaned in their ecstasy.

By the time the fuckers were still and panting in each other's arms, Don and Pete were about ready to came in their pants.

"God!" Don said as they backed away from the skylight. "That lucky bastard!"

"Let's get out of here," Pete whispered.

Don nodded, and they hurried to the fire escape. As so as they were on the ground, Pete suggested going for a Coke. They went into a coffee shop and sat down at the counter.

"I'll be right back," Don said.

He went to the men's room. Pete had been about to do the same, but now he had to wait until Don got back. As soon as Don returned, Pete hurried to the men's room, pulled out his cock and gave his prick a half-dozen pumps. That was all it took to make his jism fly.

Now that he had witnessed the magic of fucking, Pete could no longer settle for anything less. Even the hand job Barb had given him was not going to take the place of the object of his dreams fucking!