The Molestation of Barry Pearl

Whether Wally was actually the innocent, easily embarrassed boy he made himself out to be, or in fact a perv with no rival within the group, was a subject of great and silent debate. The answer tended to simply be “yes” in most cases, with the overwhelming opinion being that he was a frustrated virgin and he'd be fine as soon as someone took care of that for him.

As there were no volunteers available within their group of friends (Despite being older than Dawn and Lucas, he was a head shorter than *any* of the other guys, and still an inch shorter than Dawn, which did not make him exactly popular... Except with Red's little sister the time she'd come to visit, but of course, he and Green kept her away from him quite dutifully), it was a problem with no easy solution, and as such, this is not Wally's story.

The part he does play, however, is in the setup: his repeated allowance of Blake and Winnie to fuck in his room, on his bed, to fulfill whatever little need to bone “someplace else” they might have, or just to escape on R Rated Teen Movies night once the R part got to them. Not just allowance but at times encouragement, along with an agreement to keep Barry, who shared the room, from walking in on them.

There was nothing in the agreement about him not walking in on them, but it was via the frequency of that exact action that they grew to realize he really was a perv... and also grew too comfortable with hearing the door click open while they were going at it and simply ignoring it.

It was through this oversight that Barry Pearl found himself in his own room with his neighbor's ass high in the air and his girlfriend writhing on her knees beneath him, trying desperately to run back out of the room but his knees locked in panic.

It was only after the figure that came in the door had spent several seconds just standing there that Blake finally looked up to say something about Wally's distracting habits.

Not even one word got out of his mouth before he realized that the tall blonde kid in front of him was definitely not Wally.

Their eyes met, and there was a moment of stillness in the room, before Barry's hands rose high above his head and he started in one of his infamous tirades. “What do you think you're doing?! You can't do that! Letting yourselves be consumed by lust – you're still just children!”

Blake raised an eyebrow at the boy, shifting slightly to look at him more comfortably, but not actually moving off of (or out of) Winnie. “We're 18,” he answered simply.

“Yeah,” Winnie giggled, turning her head to look too. “I don't think it should matter, but we are.”

Their nonchalance only made Barry fume harder, and he outright shouted, “Fine, but you should still at least get married. And do it some place that isn't my room!”

“Aww... Blake, he thinks we should get married. That's so sweet.”

“Thats. Not. The. Point!” he complained, jumping up and down. “I don't want you doing these things in my room!”

“Why not? We're not on *your* bed. This is Wally's.”

He was starting to blush now, trying very hard not to look either of them anywhere but in the eyes, but with Blake's pants down to his ankles and shirt pushed off of one arm, and Winnie wearing nothing but a thong pulled over to one side, there was a lot to see. Finally he just looked away, lecturing them with his eyes trained on the wall. “It's just wrong! You shouldn't be fouling up others' beds with these things.”

“What things?” Blake taunted, chuckling as he noticed a long time joke of the group was coming to fruition: Barry seemed incapable of saying “the S word”, along with several others related to it.

“You know!” he protested, scowling. “THESE things. Like you're doing right now!”

“Talking to a little spazz?”

“What?! What?! You really don't get it?! I don't like you having sex in my room!”

He was panting with rage, shaking his arms around and glaring at his two nearly naked friends with such a blush that Winnie was a little worried he'd pass out. “Was that so hard to say?” she joked, nuzzling her cheek into her arm. “Sex is amazing. You'll understand someday.”

“Someday. When I have a wife and want kids. Now please: get! Out! Of! My! Room! I'm going to fine you if you don't get out!”

“We'll leave when we're through,” Blake told him without missing a beat, thrusting into his girlfriend as punctuation. She giggled and nodded, agreeing. “Do whatever it is you came in here to do, then leave until you know how to handle things with a little more maturity.”

Barry glared at them, flustered at being told what to do in his own room, then turned his head and marched by. He spent a moment fumbling through his bookcase for a specific manga, then grabbed it and started to retreat, walking stiffly. It was that awkwardness that made Winnie notice Barry's “real” problem with the situation, straining against the front of his pants, and she sighed and laughed a little, looking back at Blake with doe eyes, then pointing at the boy.

Her boyfriend took the hint and sat up carefully, picking up the blanket to throw around them both as she sat up next to him. “Barry, come here, we're sorry,” she cooed once she was mostly covered, waving her hand softly.

“You should be,” he harrumphed, crossing his arms over his chest and the book he was now carrying.

“No, really. We didn't know this was such a-” she glanced southward again, trying not to laugh, “large issue for you. We want to talk about it. Please come here?” She leaned forward and patted the bed in front of them, keeping the blanket over her chest with the other arm.

“I'd feel better about things if you were both dressed,” he grumbled, but sat down anyway, still blushing and not quite looking at them.

“Look... we understand your, er... moral doctrine, about all of this, Barry... and we respect it, too.”

“Sort of,” Blake added, getting a gentle elbow to the ribs. He shrugged and just let Winnie do the talking.

“It's just that we're old enough to understand our body's needs and to take care of them. Responsibly. I think that's part of growing up and of loving yourself... You find out how much sleep you need, what foods you have to eat... and what your sexual needs are, too.” She was trying to explain it in the least condescending way possible, trying to prove to the boy that she at least kind of understood what was going through his head. She honestly didn't, but, he was clearly hormonal enough to be turned on at the sight of his friends screwing, and pent-up enough that two minutes later, despite sitting cross-legged right in front of them, he was still erect... and those things she understood.

“Sex is supposed to be for people who love each other,” he said simply, but this time there was something in his voice that made him sound like he was just parroting the words.

“Look, Barry... First of all, Blake and I do love each other.” He leaned over and kissed her on the temple, smiling softly, as if to prove it. “Second, no, that's what lovemaking and getting married are for, sex is a little more complicated than that. Third, that's still *sex*, not taking care of your own needs yourself. Fourth...” She blinked, wondering if there'd been a fourth, then decided to make it, “you're 16, so please at least tell me you know how to masturbate.”

He stared at them both blankly, and at first she thought it meant he didn't... then she noticed the red of his face darkening, the hands on his knees shifting to his feet again as he finally made a move to cover the tent in his pants.

“Okay, that's a relief,” she breathed again finally, shaking her head. “I was going to be so concerned otherwise...”

“It just... hurts if I don't, sometimes,” he admitted. “And something can't be that bad if it makes pain stop.”

Both of the older kids looked very alarmed, Winnie suddenly lurching at him to hug him. “Oh you poor poor thing. No, you should never hurt like that... Oh geez...” Nevermind that she was being counterproductive by letting her bare breasts press against his own chest, as the blanket had been lost mid-glomp.

“What I think Winnie is trying to say...” Blake sighed, reaching over to cover her again. He was undoubtedly the more modest of the two, when the situation called for it. “Is that we think we should show you the ropes, so to speak. So that you're not hurting yourself like that, and so nothing too crazy happens when you do find someone you love.”

Winnie nodded. “Yeah. Just the basics. Especially because I'm not sure if you know that there are sexual things you can do without actually penetrating a girl...”

“I'm not dumb,” Barry mumbled, dusting himself off a little to get imaginary girl cooties off his favorite shirt. “I know what 'suck it' and that stuff means. And I know gays can do things, too.” He paused as he noticed they'd managed to derail him from the actual question. “...Wait. You want to give me... sex ed class?”

“Sort of,” Blake nodded, taking the phrase as reasonably accurate. “Less slide shows, more hands on, but... yes.”

“I don't want to touch anyone like that!” he quickly defended, holding his arms up high. “No way.”

“Then just a demonstration,” he offered instead, hugging Winnie again. “Please, Barry. It'd be a big favor to yourself, and eventually to Dawn, if you'd learn.”

He closed his eyes and thought. Clearly, sex was an offense, but watching? Especially for educational purposes? He was indeed sure that some day, he'd need to know what to do... He blushed at their insinuation that it would be Dawn, as they'd barely gone on a real date, let alone kissed yet, but he cared enough for her already that he could see it happening... Dawn sprawled on the bed below him, smiling in satisfaction as he... He shook his head, slapping his forehead. “In a few years,” he reminded himself, then leaned forward again.

“Alright, fine. I'm leaving if it gets too... weird, though,” he warned with a sigh, still blushing furiously.

There was a grin and a nod from Winnie before she looked back at Blake, who nodded too. He couldn't be completely sure what the motive behind her sudden interest in Barry's sexual well-being was; it wasn't that he had no suspicions, it's that there were too many options to be sure.

“Okay, now strip.”

“Wh-what?!” Barry jolted backwards so quick he nearly fell off the bed, Blake trying not to laugh.

“Seriously. Step one is to be comfortable being naked. If you can't be comfortable being naked on your own, you'll never be okay in front of a girl.”

“But I am in front of a girl! And another guy!”

Winnie sighed and shook her head. “Yes but not the one you're going to be having sex with. Besides, we've seen you in your swim trunks before. It's not much different.”

He sputtered for a moment, then conceded, sort of. “I'm not getting naked, but underwear... fine.” He started working his arm out of his sleeve, even as he continued objecting, “I still don't see why I have to, though. I don't see why I'm doing any of this.”

“Then don't, if you're just going to complain the whole time. We just thought it might be good for you to not be frustrated all the time.

“Who said anything about me being frustrated?!” he spouted as he stood up and threw his pants down, his rather obvious boner saying otherwise as he was left in his boxers and socks.

The couple said nothing about his “frustration”, instead Blake just sighed and pointed toward the floor. “Dude. The socks. Not cool in the slightest.” Barry gave him a look of confusion over it, and the older boy just sighed again. “Get used to having your socks off, too.”

“Why?”

“They make these awful scratchy noises against the sheets and it's horrible when you try to rub your foot down someone's calf and you found a sock instead of skin...” Winnie explained in a single breath, and by then Barry had taken them off just to make her stop. He groaned tiredly as he flopped back onto the bed, staring at the other two, something nervous within him from knowing that essentially the only clothing between the three of them was his boxers and Blake's shirt, and that was only half on.

“What now?”

They all sat there for a moment, Winnie twisting her mouth in thought, as she wasn't sure either, and both boys seemed to be looking to her for an answer. Finally she went with what seemed like the most obvious choice: she pulled down the blanket, moving the arm that had been holding the blanket to under her breasts instead, holding them up slightly with it. “So these are boobs,” she announced, nodding toward her well-proportioned chest. “Obviously.”

Barry was beet red again, trying very hard to look her in the eye but somehow finding that more nerve-wracking than just letting himself follow the rise and fall of her chest with her breath. “...Okay?” he said finally, wanting to conversation to continue; he didn't handle silence well.

“I'm thinking,” she countered, then looked over at Blake suddenly. “...So Barry, you said you know how to masturbate, at least kind of, right?”

“Er...”

She threw back the cover from Blake's lap, revealing his dick, now mostly soft from the distraction, and Barry downright shrieked and turned his head away, having never seen another penis before.

“Pussy,” Blake complained, though he was blushing at the situation. Winnie sighed and kissed him in an effort to silence him.

“We should teach our friend here about proper dick rubbing techniques,” she grinned just a little too big, reaching down to her boyfriend's lap and wrapping her hand loosely around him, looking away from their blond friend to concentrate on restoring Blake's erection. He in turn had turned his face to rest against her head so he didn't have to know if Barry really was looking at his dick or not; he wouldn't be cool with that until it was actually in action.

All things considered, that probably wouldn't take long.

With her other hand laced between his fingers and squeezing softly, she gave him a few slow pulls, letting him fill her hand slowly. Her pinky and ring finger grazed along his underside lightly, thumb and index wrapped around him and squeezing softly. She couldn't help but giggle once she felt him fully hard in her hand, having never quite lost the girly reactions to touching his body.

Her grip loosened, her touches becoming traces that made him twitch slightly, almost begging for the pressure to come back. He'd already been fucking her for a few minutes before the interruption, so he was a bit desperate to complete things at this stage, and the way his breathing hitched in her ear already warned her of that; she'd have to make her demonstration fast.

Barry found himself transfixed on her motions to the point of forgetting to breathe as he watched, his eyes comically wide and his face so red it was a wonder that there was any blood left to keep him hard. His own actions were always so much simpler than this, nothing more than an up and down that got faster when it needed to... But now she was moving her thumb along Blake's tip, then bringing her other hand over to fondle his sack too... Barry gulped uncomfortably at the motion, more familiar with his balls as a source of pain on the playground than any sort of pleasure, but Blake seemed to be enjoying it, his face twisted into a smile, his fingers reaching up to brush through Winnie's hair.

“Does that... feel good?” Barry asked the older boy, wondering why his mouth was so dry.

Blake looked up in surprise, like he'd forgotten the younger boy was there, and then chuckled. “Ohhh yeah. It's... well, she knows what she's doing. I think it's the way she moves her thumb...” he groaned suddenly as she pressed in exactly the right spot, massaging just below his head with each stroke, “That and... it's always better when someone else does it. You never know what they're gonna do... and there's always something new to find.”

The older boy's breath was getting labored as he tried to explain these things, and his eyes fell shut again as Winnie switched hands again, whispering something in his ear. He nodded slightly, and she looked up at Barry, a glint in her eye. “Plus, there's a couple things I can do that he could never do to himself,” she explained, licking her lip.

The next thing Barry knew, the girl was on her side, stretched out on the bed, her shins brushing his legs as she laid her head in Blake's lap. That tongue darted over her lips again, and he wondered if they'd always been so red - right before her mouth ran loosely up the side of his penis. The blond boy gasped and looked away, once again keenly aware that he was watching someone else have sex, and somewhat embarrassed on their behalf. When he heard Blake let out the most relaxed sigh he'd ever heard, he turned back, only to be greeted by the sight of Blake half buried in his girlfriend's mouth, his hands brushing the ponytail away from her face.

Barry couldn't help but stare then, watching Winnie's head bob with fascination and disgust. This was the part of Blake's body that pee came out of, that soon semen would come out of, and that, he suddenly realized, Blake had had inside of Winnie only a few minutes before... and despite all this, Winnie was licking and sucking it as though it were a popsicle, only with several times the speed and gusto. It wasn't that he hadn't heard of oral before - much to his embarrassment, he'd come across images of it before, and had heard the others discussing "getting head" on different occasions - it was that he was shocked that this girl actually seemed to be enjoying having a penis in her mouth. There was a dark blush across her cheeks as she continued her movements, devoid now of narration, one hand loosely holding Blake at the best angle to keep him in her mouth.

He noticed her legs shift against each other, like her knees were too heavy against each other, and he stiffened as the motion in turn rubbed her ankles against his leg. He raised his hand, meaning to stop her, but quickly realized both that the action was an accident, and that interrupting might be awkward, so instead he just leaned slightly away. Without realizing it he squeezed his own calf as he looked back up her body again, eyes following the exaggerated curve of her hips, then trying to skip past her breasts but drawn to the soft pink there.

He got so focused that when Blake suddenly let out a groan it startled him, and his eyes jerked back to each of their faces; the older boy's, twisted in pleasure, and Winnie's, still dutifully kissing his dick, eyes shut in concentration. Barry froze as he realized what he was seeing, his breathing shaky as he fought the urge to be upset by it. This was supposedly some form of lesson, but it seemed like little more than showing off...

“I...” he stammered, then coughed, his mouth too dry for words.

Blake sighed exaggeratively, shaking his head. “I know. She's something, isn't she?” he chuckled, looking back over his shoulder at his girlfriend. She'd climbed off his lap and was now rifling through the bedside table's drawer, ass up in the air with nothing covering it to speak of. Barry just blushed and tried to keep his gaze on Blake's face instead, though by now the single piece of clothing he had felt far too tight.

Winnie flopped over on her back after finding what she was after, her head near Barry's knee and her hand resting on her boyfriend's lap. Blake let one of his hands set on her stomach, fanned out, and smiled at her, and she grinned back at him before blowing a bubble with the gum she'd gathered from the nightstand. Once it popped she tilted her head back to look up at Barry.

“You're oddly quiet. Not enough blood to go around?” she teased.

Something flashed across his eyes at the accusation and his normal fussy self returned, though his voice cracked again from how dry his mouth had gotten. “I'm just not sure what I was supposed to take out of that lesson. Blake didn't do anything.”

She giggled. “Oh but he did. Like, he had to lean back enough to keep his stomach out of my way... and he had to keep up his concentration to last as long as he did, too.” Winnie sat up and nuzzled her forehead against Blake's shoulder. “Though of course, I'm the one doing most of the work...”

Her head jerked backward suddenly, and it took Barry a second to realize the motion wasn't one of pain but of her boyfriend sliding his fingers into her panties, gently rewarding her for a job well done. “She's had lots of practice... but so have I,” Blake smirked, nipping at her ear and earning a laugh before licking his way down her neck.

“Mmm wait,” Winnie said as he started to work her more, “If we're turned like this, Barry can't see anything...”

Blake sighed as though pulling his lips free from her neck was a chore and let go of her, letting her turn around and settle into his lap instead. As she settled in she also carefully pulled her thong to the side, giving a full view of her pussy to the blond in front of her.

“Ohmygod,” the boy managed, unable not to stare at her. She stuck her tongue out and then let herself relax against Blake, who now had his hands wrapped around her waist, fingers sliding back toward their prize.

“Beautiful, right?” Blake's smile was one of true admiration as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his fingers tracing her folds casually. “I was in shock too, the first time I saw her. But the best part isn't here,” he said, motioning to where he was touching her, “it's her face once she really starts to love it.”

Barry was speechless as Blake's right hand trailed its way between Winnie's breasts, gliding up her neck to rest on her chin, lightly tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder. She gasped and he hooked one finger into her mouth, letting her lick it as he traced her lips, his other fingers stroking her jaw and exposed throat. His left hand was still between her thighs, petting all parts of her pussy.

“One mistake that's easy to make... is forgetting about the rest of her once you've gotten to the goal line,” Blake warned, earning a chuckle from the girl he was caressing. “All this foreplay stuff... all the kissing and touching and licking-”

“And touching,” Winnie reiterated past the finger on her lips.

“And touching... doesn't stop once you've got your fingers in her. Or your dick, for that matter.” He rocked against her back once, his hardness restored from the feel of her in his lap, and she let out a happy sigh. “All of it just adds to the heat and the romance... it lets her know you care... makes her feel even better... and...” Blake slid his fingers in with an audibly wet squish, “gets her so soaked you can just go forever.”

Winnie jerked slightly at the intrusion, moaning drunkenly and giving a rock against his fingers. He satiated her for the moment by thrusting his fingers at a speed Barry barely thought possible; she was still somewhat loosened from their incomplete fucking earlier, and the two fingers ground into her easily as a result. Once she'd stilled, he drew his digits back out, bringing them up to his lips to lick it off.

He saw Barry's confused look and recognized it quickly; the boy was just not used to the idea of putting anything sexual near his mouth, and Blake chuckled. “Nectar of the gods, man,” he assured him, bringing the finger he hadn't cleaned over to Winnie's mouth instead, which she quickly sucked on as he lowered his other hand instead. “It's not the most delicious thing on the planet, but it's designed to be addictive... and arousing...” Any further comment he had was cut off as Winnie pushed the finger back out of her mouth and turned to kiss him thickly, her head falling back again an instant later.

“Of course... it's not just the inside that feels good.” Both hands were at her pussy now, holding her lips open from opposite sides, exposing all the details to their student. “Everything down here loves to be touched... pussy, labia, clit, thighs... Even here,” he explained, pressing softly on the mound between her entrances and earning a moan. “Everything's sensitive... Everything wants your fingers all over it, or your tongue lapping it... Or your dick inside....” Blake trailed off as he groaned at the thought. “Easiest way to make them cum though... is here...”

His middle and ring fingers settled over Winnie's clit and she shuddered quite obviously from the mere brush across it, even before the fingers actually pressed against her. Once they did, and the older boy started to drag them in a small circle against her nub, she quickly became a shuddering mess of whimpers and nibbled lips. Her cheek was pressed tightly against Blake's, his hand finding her chin again to cradle her there, her face pointed straight toward Barry's though she saw nothing through her fluttering eyelids.