The Molestation of Barry Pearl

Barry found he had no control over any part of himself for the moment, his focus derailed and set instead on the low moans of the girl in front of him. Somewhere inside of his mind he saw Dawn there in flashes, which only exaggerated his problems. His breathing was too fast, his stomach too hot with need that would have to wait. He could hear his own voice letting out small calls of longing, a sound that seemed distant both from being so foreign and his distraction...

As Blake's fingers slid back into the girl, Barry realized he was being started at again, though Winnie's gaze was locked on his crotch, not his face. He blushed, thinking he should cover himself, when he realized his hands were already on his lap... and that one of them was shifting slowly, rubbing against the tent in his boxers. “Enjoying the show?” Winnie cooed, and he jerked both hands back to his knees, taking a deep breath in preparation of a longwinded defense.

She was already shushing him before he could speak though, leaned halfway up off of Blake's lap, her hand on the floor in the gap between his ankles and crotch. With that one movement, the room became boiling hot and the door moved a mile further away, escape becoming impossible as Winnie's face appeared less than a foot away from his. “Want me to blow you, too...?” she purred, tongue tracing the edge of her teeth.

He shuddered at that predatory stare, trying to drop eye contact, managing to stutter out, “N-no I...” before finally tearing his eyes away. They landed instead on Blake, who was smirking as he looked back at the younger boy. “Oh god... I...”

“Come on Barry... what's wrong...?” Winnie continued, sliding her legs so that she was on her knees, hand still perched in the middle of the blond's lap. Everywhere he looked there was something... Her face, flushed and lips pouting, halfway between his face and crotch; her back, arched up to her heart-shaped rear, where Blake's hands were now perched; the look of dazed concentration on the older boy's lap as he bent to kiss one of those ass cheeks, then let out a chuckle when he noticed he was being watched... “I just don't want you to be left out...”

There were lips pressed against his before he knew what was happening, soft and giving, and he just sat there, frozen as a tongue slipped between his lips, finding the edge of his own and painting it with mint and flavors he didn't know. She pulled back wetly a moment later, making much the same noise as Blake's fingers had made against her pussy.

Addictive, Blake had called it, and Barry agreed in the sense that it seemed to be a drug. Finding motor control again, he looked down at her, and her expression changed from a pout to a smile once she saw she had his attention. “What're you waiting for?” she coaxed. “You want it. I want it.”

“I want to watch,” Blake added, his hands gliding up his girlfriend's back, making her curves more obvious and making Barry want to do the same.

The lips were on his neck now, and he felt more than noticed his eyes close as he took in the sensation. Once or twice his time with Dawn had gotten hot enough to result in this sort of necking, but there was something literally hotter about Winnie's breath, his skin prickling in the wake of her touches, low groans escaping his throat instead of the protests he was searching his mind for.

For at least a minute, there was nothing but her slow, wet touches and the panting he could hear from all three of them. He vaguely remembered saying something about no touching earlier, but for some reason that seemed dumb now. Now... his hands were drawn to her shoulder blades where they were scrunched together, her neck where her nape was exposed, rubbing there, sliding slowly in the same manner that Blake was working his way across her butt and thighs. “Winnie... why...” he whispered, hands growing stiff as her lips brushed down his chest.

“Because sex is amazing,” she repeated from before, letting out a low growl against his skin. He thought once more about getting up, about pushing her away. About removing the arm that was in between his legs so that it would stop brushing against his erection any time she shifted.

And the more he thought about it, the more he thought that he didn't want to. After all, he was the one touching her now, too.

His hands uncertainly slid their way over her shoulders to try to grasp her breasts, and she chuckled, glad to see he was finally interested. Her hands found their way to his shoulders instead, hanging slightly off of him and exposing herself to his hands. “Try it,” she urged, kissing him again. This time his tongue tangled with hers, his licks clumsy and forceful but more eager by the moment. His hands fondled her roughly, not used to handling that sort of tender flesh, though he wasn't causing real pain. Instead she was groaning from the effort, causing a rumble through their kisses that only made Barry press toward her harder. His hands slid to her neck, holding her head softly as he tried to copy the way her lips sucked at his again and again, and her second hand moved to his lap, squeezing his thigh now.

He felt her thumb rubbing her leg through the fabric. Then her fingers underneath it, groping their way up his bare thigh. Winnie's weight shifted, her arm suddenly heavy on his leg... and then there was the touch that almost made him jump out of his skin. There was the rough friction of fabric in the way, still, but there was also a hand that was not his now rubbing against his dick, wrapped around it. He hummed a note of alarm at the sensation, and was silenced by Winnie's lips sealing over his and a deep moan sliding through her tongue.

The hum turned into one that matched her moan as Barry quickly learned to appreciate the loose hold she had on him.

Her grip was loose to keep the fabric from hurting him, but she still squeezed him generously at the end of each stroke, causing him to slowly pull back from the kiss in search of air. With a giggle she pulled him back in, slipping her tongue along his once more, and then dropped from his lips back to his chest, licking a little zigzag along her path. There were fingers inside of his boxers now, reaching through his fly and stroking along the bare skin of his erection, and it seemed like silk on fire to his neglected member. Winnie was kissing him somewhere along his stomach now, just at the edge of the wisp of blond, and Barry was too busy realizing he suddenly had a piece of wintermint gum in his mouth to ponder what she was doing.

By the time the gum and the stroking were no longer distracting him, he was already concerned with the cold air washing over his penis, followed by the blast of heat. “What is-” he started, but then he knew the answer already, feeling his erection bob slightly now that it was free of any restraints. The heat came again, more deliberate this time, and when he looked down he saw Winnie's head hovering over his lap, felt her chest moving in time to those washes of warmth... He swallowed hard, understanding finally that the heat was Winnie breathing on his dick.

Blake laughed as he saw the reaction taking place; he finally knew how to shut Barry up.

There was a wetness against him now, and more heat, enough to make him feel a little faint from the way it spread through him. Winnie was lapping him, coating his head with licks. He let out a stuttered groan from the feeling, his hands clamping tightly around her shoulders, squeezing harder still as her cooler hand wrapped around his base.

Barry was very, very sure he'd never been this hard in his life. He was also very, very unsure of how Blake had managed to last for more than about two minutes through this sort of sensation.

He felt a soft pull against his skin and realized Winnie was sucking at him, not with her mouth wrapped around him entirely but just at a small section of his dick, the same way she had sucked at his lip before. There was a hard brush across his flesh next, and he froze as he realized that it must be her teeth; but there was no sharpness, none of the pain he had instinctively feared at first, and they were gone just as fast, replaced by suction just a half inch along his length.

Whether by age or genetics, Barry wasn't quite as gifted as Blake in the size department, but was still more than respectable, as Winnie'd expected based off his height. It was an inch that certainly wouldn't be missed by Dawn, who, at barely over five feet, was likely to remain the shortest of the girls permanently, and so would probably be intimidated by the several inches that Winnie was now licking eagerly. The other practical upside was that when she slipped him into her mouth a moment later, she was able to sink all the way to the hilt without effort, enveloping him in warmth in one motion.

Barry gasped somewhere above her, fingers digging into her shoulders as he struggled for air. Winnie smiled around him and – deciding that it would be mean of her to abuse his inexperience by making him cum just a few seconds into his first blowjob – drew back off of him until she was wrapped around only his tip. She sucked more gently on him there, while her thumb massaged his shaft slowly in her grip. Her other hand was still on his thigh, her forearm joining it as she had leaned down to suck him properly, but the weight no longer seemed uncomfortable, nor did that of her breasts atop his ankles.

The girl was letting out pleased little squeaks each time she drew up off of him; he found himself responding with grunts after each sound. The motion was causing him to rock back and forth slightly in time with her, though his hips were still for the moment. Winnie in turn was sucking him with motions of her whole body, not just her head, her ass wiggling slightly toward Blake. She was acutely aware that she still hadn't been allowed to finish and felt that she would love nothing more than to cum with her throat wrapped around a dick, a message she was communicating surprisingly well to her boyfriend.

She jerked slightly as Blake's fingers ran over her slit, pulling off of Barry's dick and gasping loudly. In that moment their eyes met and it was Winnie who shuddered at the lust she saw in the other's eyes, the pure need inspiring her to hasten her motions.

Drawn in by her rapid motions, Blake rose to his knees, wrapping his hand around his own cock and giving it a light squeeze before holding it against her. He pressed his tip to her clit so that she rode against it as she rocked, causing her to whimper a bit. His slickened head fit perfectly between her pussy lips, sliding against her with ease, though occasionally he moved it a bit on his own, rubbing it against her more rapidly on purpose. His other hand gripped her asscheek, dragging his thumb across her to spread her open and allow him to see her core; there was a slight pulse to her holes, her body squeezing in search of something to fill her.

Blake would be more than happy to be that something and finish the job he started earlier.

He pushed himself into her, wincing when she was almost too tight around him, then moaning as she pushed back against him. Her thighs met his, burying him until his stomach was pressed to her ass, then she lunged forward again, sucking Barry into her mouth entirely. She was trapped between the two boys, unable to move either way without a dick sliding into her, and no one involved seemed to have any complaints.

Soon Blake was bent over Winnie, pounding her so hard that Barry wondered hazily how she wasn't getting bruised. Every thrust was in turn pushing her mouth over the blond's dick, and he had rapidly learned how Blake had taken so long before, as he was holding out with all he could muster, both to keep feeling the sensations as long as he could and because he was still a little nervous about finishing in Winnie's mouth.

He could see one of Blake's hands looped under Winnie's stomach, touching her again and making her moans vibrate through him. He could feel her breasts smacking against his legs as she was pushed further into his lap, could feel and see the sweat dripping from each of them. His eyes squeezed shut as one of her hands squeezed his thigh urgently, her mouth pressing up to his body and staying there.

Physical reflex won out over nerves and he felt himself shudder under her, felt her throat – oh god, he was not just in her mouth but her *throat* now, wasn't he – tighten around him, and figured out after it had already happened that he'd thrown his head back and let out a groan as he emptied himself into her.

She was right, this was amazing, and this was just the sample version, so to speak. Barry moaned again as he felt her mouth slip away, shivering, his hands sliding through her hair in search of any form of physical sensation as his body tried to wind down. It felt like this high could last for hours though, even as he struggled to make sense of the way Winnie's head rocked against his thigh as Blake fucked her up against him. The fog barely lifted even as she screamed out Blake's name in a way that made Barry's erection try very hard to twitch back to life, and he stared at her for a moment until they'd both stopped moving.

Blake had a dumb grin plastered across his face as he tried to sit back up, lifting his head from Winnie's back and rubbing one hand along her spine affectionately. “See what you've been missing?” he teased, then held his free hand up, nodding toward it, “Good job for your first time man... I'm impressed.”

Barry stared at his hand, then down at Winnie who was giggling in his lap, then up at the hand again, slowly waking up enough to understand its purpose. He raised his own hand and slapped it weakly against Blake's in a high five, earning a hearty chuckle from the other, equally exhausted boy. “Dawn is not going to be disappointed, not one bit,” he assured Barry.

Bonus ending:

“And then they all fell asleep, and that's how I found them,” Wally explained, nodding enthusiastically to Cheren, whose face was somewhere between alarmed disbelief and aroused intrigue.

“Oh good god man. I mean, good story, but could you have stretched the truth any further?” Blake complained from where he was leaning on the counter. “You got the first five minutes right, but that's about it.”

“But I did find all three of you naked on my bed!” Wally countered.

“You found me and Winnie naked, wrapped in a blanket, and Barry sitting at the other end of the bed. Yes, we did give him some sex-ed, but it was completely hands off,” Blake assured him, sighing. “Please don't go saying anything the kid couldn't live down. He's nervous enough about the fact he actually kind of wants to have sex as it is.”

“I believe him, personally,” Cheren said, pushing up his glasses with the hand not pointing at Blake. “You do have a talent for fabrication.”

“Well, my version is hotter,” the younger boy countered, and Blake chuckled.

“Yes, I suppose it really was.”