Whenever Barb, the headmaster's daughter, walked across the campus, all the guys stared with lust. Not that she was so beautiful, but she did have a nice body, and she didn't try to hide it.
"Oh, I'd give anything to grab one of those tits," Ben said to Ralph.
"John said he fingered her once," Ralph said.
"Yeah, he also said he fucked that chick who sells tickets at the Strand," Ben said. "Can you imagine a chick like that fucking John? He's full of shit!"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Ralph said. "Besides, she goes to public school. She has a lot of guys chasing her."
For the boys at Oceanside School, Barb was the only girl they saw for days at a time.
That night, when Ben was jerking off as usual, he made himself a promise. He would talk to Barb and try to neck with her. After all, there had been a lot of stories about her necking with guys at the school. And if there was any truth to it at all, Ben might have a chance. He had nothing to lose, in any case.
Now that Ben had a promise to keep to himself, life seemed to have taken an upturn. He was as horny as ever, but now there was hope.
The next day on his way to dinner Ben spotted the girl. She was walking away from campus. And although Ben knew he would get into trouble for missing dinner, he had a promise to keep.
"Barb," he yelled as he took off after her.
She turned, saw the boy running toward her, and stopped. She knew Ben as she knew the other boys – casually, by sight only.
"Hi," Ben said when he caught up with her. "Can I walk along with you?"
"Sure, but aren't you supposed to be at dinner?" she said.
"It I eat another of those rotten meals I'll barf," Ben said. "I'm going to Jack's for a hamburger. Want to come with me?"
"Okay," Barb said. "But don't mention my name when you get into trouble."
Ben knew he would get into trouble. But it would be worth it. If he didn't at least try to get something from Barb, after promising himself that he would, he would be even more frustrated than he already was.
As they walked along, Ben let his eyes rove over the girl's chest. Her tits hopped with every step. Ben's prick became hard, making it difficult for him to walk.
Barb was probably about a year older than Ben. The boy wondered what experience she'd had and what she would be willing to do for him.
This was one of the first warm days of spring, and Ben was enjoying the sight of Barb dressed in a tight sweater. He hadn't remembered her tits being so big.
With his heart beating and his prick throbbing, Ben reached over and took Barb's hand in his.
She looked over at him with a smile. That was encouraging. Ben could almost feel her tits in his imagination.
Holding Barb's hand was making Ben very eager to hold other parts of her body. So by the time they got to the burger joint, he had forgotten everything in the world except her body.
They sat in a booth facing each other. And Ben was having trouble keeping his eyes from the tits that seemed to be reaching across the table at him. When Barb's nipples hardened, forming little bumps on her sweater, Ben felt his face flush.
"Are you a senior?" Barb asked.
"Uh, yes," Ben said absently. "Ben knew that Barb was aware of his interest in her tits. But she didn't seem to mind, and that encouraged the boy."
"You Oceanside School guys are all alike." Barb giggled.
Ben looked up from her tits.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "You're all so horny, it's funny," Barb said. Ben didn't expect that. But her frankness made him ever more excited.
"Well, don't you ever get horny?" he asked. Ben was finding it almost as much fun talking about his horniness with this chick as it had been holding her hand. If he didn't get a chance to neck with her, he was at least assured of an extra-special masturbation session that evening.
Barb hadn't answered his question so he repeated it.
"Sometimes," Barb admitted.
"And what do you do when you're horny?" Ben asked.
"That is none of your business," Barb said with a twinkle in her eye.
They ate their hamburgers in silence. But Ben thought that he'd heard enough to have hopes of at least getting a feel from this girl.
When they left the restaurant, Ben took Barb's hand again.
"Where are you going?" he asked her.
"Over to a girl friend's," Barb said. "But I'm late already. Maybe I'll just go back home now."
"How about taking a walk through the park with me?" Ben asked.
Ben knew that a walk through the park with a girl meant a necking session. That's where all the kids went who didn't have any place else to take a girl.
"We could go to my house," Barb said. "My father goes to a meeting on Tuesday nights, and my mother's out of town."
This was too good to be true. Ben felt a rush of happy excitement. The chick was practically handing herself to him on a silver platter.
"Sure," Ben said.
When they neared the campus Barb took her hand from Ben's. But he understood that she didn't want any of the other boys to see them holding hands.
Ben had never been in the headmaster's house. But then he'd never necked with his daughter, either.
As soon as they got to the living room, Ben grabbed Barb and kissed her. Although he was a shy boy, his horniness drove him on. And the way Barb kissed him back, Ben's hopes began to rise. He might even get fucked. But that would really be too good to be true.
As they stood in the middle of the room kissing, Barb mashed her big tits on Ben's chest. He could feel their heat and their firm shape. His hands were eager to hold those treasures. But he knew he had to take his time.
"Shouldn't we sit down?" Barb asked.
Ben felt foolish. He had a lot to learn, he realized. But he was so excited he really couldn't think straight.
They sat on the couch. Ben put his arm around Barb's shoulders and kissed her again. Their tongues met and theft saliva mingled. The girl's tits pressed against Ben's chest again. His hand on her side seemed to slide up toward one tit automatically.
"I love to French kiss," Barb said.
This girl was definitely different from any other that Ben had ever necked with. And since all the others had stopped him after a few feels, Ben thought his luck was about to change. He'd never been fucked, but fucking had obsessed him for the last few years.
Their lips came together again. Now Ben's hand was just below a firm jug. Then his fingers felt the bottom of her tit. Ben's heart skipped a beat as he waited for Barb to grab his wrist – as so many other chicks had. But she didn't.
Ben moved his hand slowly up over the huge tit. Then he squeezed. There was something about holding a tit that Ben couldn't figure out – how could anything be so exciting? All he knew was that he would rather squeeze a tit than do anything else, except stick his finger in a cunt, of course. And he might even get a chance to do that!
As he held Barb's knocker, Ben felt the stiff nipple pressing into his palm. He took the nipple between his fingers and rolled it around.
"Mimmmn." Barb hummed into Ben's mouth.
She likes it, Ben said to himself.
Ben moved his hand around her tit, lifting, squeezing, pressing and massaging it. He had never given a tit such a thorough examination. But now he felt that he just had to see it.
"Will you take your sweater off?" he asked.
Barb smiled. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of the sweater, and lifted it over her head.
Ben was confronted with the sight of two creamy mounds of firm softness. He stared at their perfect shape – round and smooth. Her nipples were pink and as big as silver dollars.
"You're beautiful," Ben sighed.
As he lifted his hand to her now-naked tits. Ben began to think that the stories he'd heard about Barb were true. And now he'd have a story to tell, too.
He watched as his fingers circled one giant tit. He saw his fingertips sink into that softness.
Then Ben raised his other hand and embraced her other tit. He watched with his mouth hanging open as he pressed the jugs together, then pushed them to the sides of her chest.
Suddenly, Ben dropped his face to those gorgeous tits. He filled his mouth with one nipple, then the other. He buried his face between her tits, and kissed and licked them hungrily. Then he stuffed his mouth with one nipple and as much of the surrounding tit as he could hold.
"Ohhhh." Barb sighed. "I love having my tits sucked!"
Her words fueled Ben's passion. If she stopped him now, he would be heartbroken, he knew.
Barb pulled Ben's face up to hers and kissed him. Now she thrust her tongue into his mouth as eagerly as he had thrust his into hers earlier.
But when Ben felt her fingers unbuttoning his shirt he really went wild.
He helped her get his shirt unbuttoned and pulled off his shoulders. Then Ben pulled the girl to him so her naked tits flattened against his naked chest. He had never felt such lust as he was feeling now.
"Oh, Barb," he whispered. "You're terrific!"
Now Ben knew what he had to do. With her tits conquered, her pussy was next.
Kissing her with his tongue deep in her mouth, he reached for her crotch. The heat down there was amazing! And although Ben couldn't feel much through the material of her pants, just having his fingers within a fraction of an inch of a real pussy was fabulously thrilling.
Ben began to press his fingers into the region of her cunt. He could feel something soft in her pants, and he pictured her hairy mound in his imagination.
By that time, Ben was ready to take the big step. He reached for the button that held her pants closed. He found that button at her side. But opening it was proving difficult, especially since he was trembling with passion.
But when Ben felt Barb's fingers at the button, he knew that she had come to his rescue. The button popped open. The path to her cunt was clear.
Ben stuck his tongue even deeper into her mouth as though he needed to gag her so she couldn't tell him to stop. But, amazing as it was to that horny kid, Barb seemed to want him to stick his hand into her pants. And that's what he did.
At the opened side of her slacks, Ben felt the material of her underpants stretched over her hips. His fingers crawled under the elastic waistband of that garment. Then his fingers were an their way to Barb's cunt.
Barb shifted her hips around so Ben could slide his fingers around to her belly. He felt her pubic curls suddenly. Then, with a shove, he crammed his fingers down over her plump mound.
"Ow!" Barb cried. "You pulled my hair."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ben said breathlessly.
But with his fingers attacking her pussy, he couldn't be too worried about her losing a few hairs. This is what Ben had been dreaming about. Now that he was feeling the hair and soft mound of her twat, he was losing control. He had to get a finger into the cunt that he couldn't quite reach.
"Should I take my pants off?" Barb asked him. "That might make it easier."
Again, Ben felt foolish. But he simply wasn't used to chicks like Barb. He had had to fight every inch of the way with other girls. Now that he had a girl offering to help him explore her body, Ben didn't know what to do.
"Yeah," he finally answered. He knew he sounded ridiculously eager.
"Will you take off yours?" Barb asked.
The question hit him like a ton of bricks. He had never shown his stiff prick to a girl before. And although he was shy, he knew that if he were going to get fucked, he would have to bare his cock. Besides, letting Barb see his prick would be exciting.
"Sure," Ben said.
Ben felt as though he were in a dream. He'd spent a lot of time and energy trying to get this far with a girl, and now that something was finally happening he couldn't believe it.
But when he saw Barb grab her slacks and lift her ass off the couch, he had to believe it. She tugged at her slacks and they began to come down. She pulled them down until the top of her hairy triangle showed. Then she rested her ass on the couch again.
"Well, are you going to pull your pants down too?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," Ben gasped.
He unfastened his belt quickly. Then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. But his hands were shaking so much he could hardly control them.
Finally he began, to lower his pants, and Barb resumed tugging her pants down.
Ben's hard cock sprang out just as Barb's cunt came into view. But even when the girl kicked her slacks and undies from her feet, Ben found that he couldn't see much. Sure, he could see her hair as it dipped between her legs. But her slit was completely hidden. And Ben was showing everything he had to Barb.
Still, the sight of the naked girl was the most thrilling thing Ben had ever seen. And having her looking as his prick as it jerked above his balls was really something.
"You have a huge prick, don't you?" Barb said. "And it's twitching like crazy!"
Ben grabbed one of the girl's thighs and pulled it away from its twin. Now he could see more of her twat. Through her fleecy, brown hair he could see how the mound was split. But he had to see more.
"I can't see much," Ben said. "Lean back."
Barb hesitated. But she finally did lean back on the arm of the couch, facing Ben. He spread her legs. And although Barb resisted at first, she soon relaxed and let her thighs open.
"Haven't you ever seen a girl's cunt before?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ben lied. "But, well, not really. Only pictures."
He wanted to tell the truth. Staring into Barb's gaping cunt was so exciting he wanted her to know how he felt about it.
At first Ben didn't know himself how he felt about seeing the deepest secrets of Barb's body. It was such a shock. But then he realized that his heart was pounding and that he felt slightly dizzy.
"Do you think my cunt is pretty?" Barb asked. "I always thought cunts were funny looking."
"Oh, I don't," Ben said. "I think it's beautiful!" It was a beautiful cunt. Ben noticed how her hair thinned out between her thighs so her gash could be clearly seen. And in her gash, the folds of skin that formed her inner-lips could be seen. And below her cunt, the twin cheeks of her ass looked incredibly cute.
"I don't think cunts are nearly as exciting as pricks," Barb observed. "A hard cock looks so strong – like a battering ram."
Ben wanted to ask Barb how many hard cocks she'd seen. But he was afraid to hear that his was one among many. Besides, he didn't feel like talking. He wanted to examine her cunt closer.
Ben moved closer to Barb. She bent her knees to get her feet out of his way. Then, he reached into her crotch and stroked her hairy snatch. He ran a fingertip along the cleft. It was wet and slippery, he found.
From listening to the other guys talk, Ben learned that when a girl gets hot, her cunt gets juicy. He knew that juice would let his prick slide into her cunt easily.
Now Ben truly thought his time had come. He was going to get fucked. But he wanted to learn more of the secrets that the pussy before him held.
With two fingers, Ben spread the lips of Barb's pussy. He saw its pink interior open like a blossom. The entrance to her tunnel could be seen between the wing-like lips that surround it. And Ben saw how those lips came together near the top of her pussy in a puckered fold of flesh. The inside of her cunt shone with the juice that oozed from her fuck-cave.
His eyes already bulging, Ben's nostrils began to flare as the delicious odor of her juice rose to his face. It was a new smell to him, but he already loved it.
Then Ben placed his middle fingertip between the inner-lips and gently pushed it into the depths of Barb's twat.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped suddenly.
Ben looked up from her cunt to see her reaction. It was obvious that she felt a powerful wave of lust as his finger sank into her body.
The look on Barb's face was amazing to the boy. He had never seen a girl make a face like that. In fact, the only other times he'd seen anything like it was when he watched himself jerking off in a mirror. Then his face would take on that expression. But he never dreamed a girl could wear such a look of lust.
But Barb's face didn't distract Ben's attention for long. He quickly looked back at her cunt where his finger was disappearing.
He stirred his finger around in the tight grip of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh," Barb moaned as her whole body shook.
This was too much for the boy to take. He had to get his prick buried in that cunt, and right away.
Ben withdrew his finger. Then he began climbing over the girl's reclining body.
"No, wait," Barb said as she pushed Ben off her. Ben backed off. But he still wasn't worried.
After all, how could Barb let him get that far, then turn him off.
"Do you like to jerk off?" Barb asked the boy. Ben couldn't imagine what Barb was getting at.
Why – just as he was about to fuck her – was she talking about jerking off?
"Well, do you?" Barb demanded. "Sure, but…" Ben was speechless.
"Let's jerk off together," Barb said. "We can watch each other."
"But I want to fuck you!"
"No," Barb said, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
Ben's heart sank. But he could see that the girl meant what she said. There wouldn't be much point in arguing with her. Already, her legs were closing, shutting Ben off from her luscious well.
"Will you jerk me off?" Ben asked. "And I'll jerk you off. If you show me how, that is."
Barb seemed to be thinking it over.
"Okay," she said. "That sounds like fun."
Now Ben was feeling better. If he wasn't going to get fucked, having Barb stoke his prick until he came seemed like the next best thing.
Barb sat up and the two naked kids moved close to each other. When Ben saw how Barb grabbed his prick, he knew that she had done this before, or had at least watched other guys jerking off.
"Give me your hand," she said.
Ben gave her his hand and she pulled it into her crotch. Then she spread her legs wider and placed his middle finger in her crack, near the top of the slot.
"Can you feel that little bump?" Barb asked. "Rub it."
Ben did as she said. The girl immediately began writhing.
"OOOOOOO, not so hard!" she cried. "Yeah that's it. Ummmmmmm."
Having Barb's delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft was spectacular. So far, the only person to ever have handled his prick was himself.
Barb held his jerking rod with a tight grip. Then she began to move the loose skin up and down. Ben couldn't have done a better job himself.
And Ben kept his finger moving over the bud of Barb's clit. He could feel that bump wiggling around in the wet flesh under his fingertip. And as he wiggled it, he watched the effect it had on the girl. She began moving her whole body with the same rhythm Ben applied to her clit.
"Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhh," Barb gasped loudly.
Ben would have liked to kiss her, but he didn't want to spoil the view. Although her lips were soft and sweet, he would rather keep watching his finger as it disappeared into the crack of her cunt. And he wouldn't have missed the way her tits shook for anything.
But more than the sight of Barb in heat, the sensations in his prick were making Ben rave with passion.
"Oh, God!" he whispered as his gism came to a boil. "Barb, a little faster. Oh, yeah!"
Now the girl's hand was whipping up and down his shaft with incredible speed. Ben's hips began to jerk. His balls were being bounced on his thighs.
"Ohhhhhh," Barb cried louder than before.
Although Ben had never seen a chick coming before, there was no way he could have mistaken the sight. Barb's face was contorted with ecstasy. She shook crazily, but she managed to keep her hand pumping wildly on Ben's cock.
Now Ben was on the verge of coming, too. He leaned back, stretching his body. His finger lagged a bit in its duties at Barb's clit but she grabbed his finger and started it wiggling again.
"Uh," Ben grunted as a spray of gism leaped from his prick.
He didn't know if Barb had seen that eruption – her head was lolling on the back of the couch as she came. But he knew that she must be feeling the hot cream that was now oozing from his prick and running over the back of her hand.
"Don't stop," Ben gasped when Barb released his prick.
She recaptured his rod and gave it a few more pumps. Another gob or two of gism was squeezed out.
But Barb had to grab Ben's finger and pull it from her gash. Her clit was now too sensitive to touch.
"Gee, Barb," Ben said. "That was great. It never felt so good when I do it myself."
"Yeah, that was terrific!" Barb agreed. "You really know how to rub a chick off."
Ben was swelling with pride. He felt like a super-stud suddenly, even though he was still a virgin. But that feeling wasn't to last.
"Barb?" a voice called from some other room of the house.
The two naked kids sat bolt upright. Could that be the headmaster's voice? Ben wondered. The voice called out again, closer. It was the headmaster!
Ben jumped up as though he'd sat on a tack. He grabbed at his pants lying on the floor.
"Holy shit," Barb whispered in terror. "It's my father."
Ben was frantic. He tried shoving one foot into his pants, but he missed by a mile. Then it was too late. The headmaster was standing in the doorway looking at them.
It was over very quickly. As Ben walked back to the dorm he felt as though he were in a dream – a nightmare. He'd heard the headmaster yelling in anger before, but never like he had yelled then. He had never seen anyone so wild with anger. And Ben remembered being told to be in the headmaster's office first thing in the morning.
When Ben got back to the dorm, his buddies asked him where he'd been. Ben told them everything.
"Wow!" Ralph said. "Too bad you got caught."
"Pete Johnstone got caught just necking with Barb," Don, a senior said. "They had their clothes on and everything. And Pete got expelled."
"Well, I don't care if I get expelled," Ben said.
"At least I got a hand job."
His friends were sympathetic. Ben appreciated that. But he didn't want to wait around until morning. After everyone was asleep, he packed his bag and headed for the highway, where he stuck out his thumb.
By morning, he was almost home.