"She's a real actress," Chuck said.
"She's not acting," Steve said. "Just because she doesn't moan when you fuck her doesn't mean she's only pretending."
Now Ben began to worry that the whore wouldn't moan when he fucked her. Again he wished that he had a girl of his own whom he could fuck and take his time doing it.
"Ahhhhh!" Bessy's voice was howling. "Oh, it's good! It's so good!"
Acting or not, the sounds were making Ben's prick press against the front of his pants so hard he thought his jeans might rip. And he would be the next one to fuck her.
"Eeeeeaaaahhhh!"
"I hope there's something left for me," Chuck said.
"What do you expect for three bucks?" Steve asked, kidding him.
Ben remained silent. He was too excited to say anything. He wished that he hadn't told the guys that he fucked the headmaster's daughter. But now that he had said it, he had to act as though he was an experienced fucker and that this was just another fuck.
"Uh, uh, uh," Pete could be heard gasping.
"I think Pete's coming," Steve said. "He always makes a racket when he comes."
Now Ben knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he was sinking his prick into a genuine pussy. And he couldn't wait.
A few minutes later Pete came into the living room fastening his belt.
"She's all yours, Ben," Pete said.
"You look like you're about to face a firing squad," Chuck said to Ben. "Cheer up. You're only going to get fucked."
Ben tried to smile at the joke, but he was trembling. As he walked to the bedroom, he tried not to show his incredible lust and excitement. He could hardly believe there really was a woman waiting to fuck him.
But as soon as he got to Bessy's bedroom door, Ben knew that this was it.
In the dim light of the bedroom, he could see the whore's huge body lying naked on the bed. She was looking at him with a smile on her scarlet lips.
Ben entered the room timidly. His eyes played over the massive tits that rested on the whore's chest. Her nipples were enormous too. Her belly was like a low mountain, and her legs were thick. Her cunt showed clearly under a carpet of thick curls.
Ben stood staring. This woman didn't look much like his mother when he had seen her naked body, she would do. There was no way a horny kid like Ben could turn down this fat whore, just because she didn't look like Miss America.
"Well, are you just going to stand there staring?" Bessy asked kindly.
She began running the fingers of one hand through her pubic hair. She grabbed one huge tit with her other hand.
Ben's hands shook so violently that he could hardly undress. But he managed somehow. Standing naked in front of Bessy was exciting, and Ben was getting his nerve up to go to her.
"My, what a big, beautiful prick!" she said.
Walking to the bed, Ben felt his cock jerking in front of him. He slid onto the bed and grabbed one of Bessy's tits.
"What'll it be?" Bessy asked. "A blowjob? Or do you want to fuck me?"
Ben hadn't thought of getting sucked off by Bessy. But it did seem like a good idea. He's never had a blowjob. But getting a blowjob would leave him technically a virgin, and he did want to get his first fuck over with. So even though Bessy's mouth was probably at least as good as her old cunt, Ben told her that he wanted to fuck her.
"Good," she said. "It'll be a real treat to feel that huge schlong of yours in this old box."
She spread her legs. He reached between them and took her fat cunt in his hand.
He was about to send his middle finger up her cave when he realized that the wetness he felt there wasn't merely her juice. After all, Pete had gone first.
There seemed to be nothing else to do but get on with the fucking.
Arranging his body over Bessy's, Ben brought his throbbing cock to her crotch. He lunged, but missed the lips of her wet twat. Instead, his prick slipped up over her mound.
The next stab missed, too. By now, Ben was panting in frustrated passion. Having his prick sliding around in the tight curls that covered her cunt was getting him so excited he was afraid he was going to spill his load over her belly. He was dying to feel the grip of her pussy on his taut prick.
"Hey, take it easy," Bessy said. "Here, let me give you a hand."
Ben felt her reach into her crotch and grab his prick. Forcing himself to stop his wild lunges, he let her guide him into her cunt.
The sensation filled Ben with bliss. His prick had never experienced such a wonderful feeling. It was hot and amazingly soft in the whore's cunt. Ben's prick was being stroked and bathed in satin luxury.
But he had been too excited, and it had taken him too long to get his prick buried in Bessy's pussy. So by the time Ben was ready to begin pumping, his gism was already flowing. And by the time he had slid his cock back and forth a few times, his orgasm had run its course.
"Ohhhhhh," Bessy had begun moaning. "Ahhhh."
But then she stopped and looked up at the boy.
"Finished already?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess," Ben said sheepishly.
He wanted to leave his prick in the depths of Bessy's cunt to enjoy the sensation of his prick reclining in that narrow channel. But she was already turning her body, dumping him off her.
Ben's prick popped out of her snatch and he rolled off the big body. It was all over. Ben hardly knew what had happened. He dressed as slowly as he could so the other guys wouldn't know that he had come so fast. He was relieved that none of the guys mentioned how soon he had finished when he got back into the living room.
Steve ran into the bedroom, almost knocking Ben down.
"Well, what did you think of her?" Pete asked.
"Not bad," Ben said as coolly as he could. "Not bad at all."
"Of course she's not a headmaster's daughter," Chuck chided.
Ben smiled and sat down. He wanted to bring back every second of his first fuck. But he couldn't even remember what it had felt like to have his prick in Bessy's snatch. It hadn't been in long enough to make much more of an impression on him.
But, at least he was no longer a virgin. He did have a long way to go, though, before he could consider himself a real stud.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Peg was keeping up her masturbation – in fact, she was doing it more than ever and with kinkier overtones.
Added to the cucumber she had already used as a dildo were several perfume bottles that were shaped, however approximately, like a stiff prick. And she'd sent away for a battery powered vibrating dildo.
Peg had also used her douche kit for masturbatory purposes. She would fill her cunt with water and hold it in by clamping her hand over her gash. Then, with the water stretching the lining of her cuntal chamber, she would rub her clit until she came.
One day, about a week after Ben had come home, Peg was lying in bed jerking off. She had a finger up her cunt, another up her ass, and with a finger of her other hand she was tickling her clit.
Just as she began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm the phone rang.
Peg tried to ignore the ringing. But there was something about a ringing telephone that demanded an answer. Besides, it might be someone offering to relieve her sexual desperation.
"Hi, Peg," the voice on the phone said. "It's Joan."
Still shaking with barely contained lust, Peg was glad she had answered the phone. Joan was her younger sister who lived out of town.
"Where are you?" Peg asked.
"About five minutes away," Joan said. "I'm an my way to San Francisco and I'm passing through town."
"Well, come on over," Peg said.
Joan said she would be there in a few minutes. Peg ran to her room and finished jerking off. She stood in front of her mirror and watched herself rubbing her clit. As soon as she stopped shaking with her climax, Peg got dressed and began looking out the window for her sister.