Chapter 22

Lucy wasn’t far off the mark when she commented on me being sort of scary and rough, and I flashed on what Terri’s mother would have done if she’d seen everything I’d done to her little girl. Scary for mom, and no doubt totally unethical. After giving the whole scenario a bit of thought, I realized that there was no way I could detail to Don all of what I’d done to Terri ... Drugging and essentially raping a girl wasn’t the kind of thing he’d be in favor of. Didn’t matter that the girl turned out to have a pussy in need of a daily dose. He would have just written me off as no better than Lonnie.

No, couldn’t tell Don, but I threw all feelings of guilt to the side. Terri had asked me back and seemed to want more. Sure, I was four years her senior, but the girl was an obvious slut and in with enough experience behind her to handle everything I’d put into her. From what I could tell, Terri had been around more boys than me during gym class. I pushed my worries aside and instead thought of what the next day might bring, and how I might add to the fun and increase everyone’s enjoyment.

That evening I took a shower, shaved down below a bit, worried about what type of shampoo the girls might like, and even trimmed my nails. The next morning was worse, obsessing over which clothes I should wear and the presence of a small zit on my neck. I finally shook myself out of it and stuck with something that matched the hot weather, wearing shorts and a good fitting sleeveless tee with an open short sleeved shirt over it. I’d gone on dates with less preparation, but when I walked up to Terri’s front door, I was feeling nervous about literally opening myself up to a room of fourteen and fifteen year old girls. The thought was intimidating.

Terri was right there to let me in. Growing young man that I was, I immediately picked up on the smell of hot pizza. Terri broke into my overwhelming desire for a slice, saying, “Hey. Don’t say anything, okay? About yesterday. I don’t want them to know.”

I nodded, happy to add one more bit of leverage to everything I had on the girl. Then I walked into the dining room. A large knot of girls were standing in one corner, all eyeing me with a degree of suspicion, but hopefully also with some anticipation.

“You told them, right? They know?”

“Sure. Just some show and tell, right?” Then even Terri went quiet, unsure of just where we needed to go or how to start. I took it from there.

The only useful things I ever learned about public speaking was from some podcast I’ve mostly forgotten. Just these few things stood out. Always sound like you know what you’re talking about. Sound confident. Speak to your audience, not yourself. Always sound like you know where you’re going. And always admit when you don’t know.

Sounds like a lot, but it was all gut level and I’d been able to make good use of those vague but very applicable bits of advise more than once. Yet nothing in my past had prepared me to speak on the subject of sex to a room full of young high school girls.

I was intimidated but after a few smiles all around and holding a glass of OJ with a double shot of vodka, I did my best to take command.

“First, food. Everybody have a drink? Who hasn’t had their first taste of a screwdriver? Well, before your second glass, food. Never drink on an empty stomach, but moderation on both sides or you’ll get sick.”

That broke the ice. Terri had a couple of frozen pizzas in the oven and some chips and other snacks. I got all the girl’s names and talked to them about starting high school and didn’t rush anything along. Yet through all the next twenty minutes or so, for all of my relaxed behavior, my eyes always had Fern, or Fernanda, in view. A couple of the girls were pretty hot, wearing shorts and close fitting tops and with just enough makeup to show a desire to please. Another year and I was sure they’d be providing favors to more than just one guy in the back seats and bedrooms of guys all around town.

Fern remained something special. She was the only one wearing a skirt, short but practical, and unlike the day before she had a short top and vest that allowed me a view of her very fit stomach. Her navel called out to me, begging me to kiss it and then move lower to explore her darker depths, but I pretended it was all in my mind and ignored her siren call.

After talking a little more about party etiquette and how a girl could best handle the alcohol every boy at school would want to fill her with, Terri elbowed me, raised her eyebrows, and showed that she wanted me to get on with more serious stuff.

I directed the crowd of seven girls into the living room, moving a table aside for more room.

“Anybody here ever seen a naked boy before?” Before they could react, I added, “Other than on video or a movie or anything. We all know everybody watches that stuff, but a lot of it’s pretty fake. I mean in person. Who’s seen a penis up live and personal?”

One girl, chubby but still with promise if she could control her eating, actually raised her hand, as though we were in a classroom. “Yeah. Not me, but Sandy there saw her brother once.”

“Shut up Glory,” shot back Sandy, but then she also said, “It was by accident, but he was in his bedroom and I saw him through the window. He was lifting weights, so I don’t think he saw me.”

“Okay, so you’re all kind of new to this. I’m just here to show you what to expect before you finally make it through high school. Terri thought you could all use an introductory course, given that your parents hate the idea of any kind of sex ed.”

The girls all nodded and mumbled to each other. Then everything went quiet when I tossed my shirt to the side and dropped my shorts. I wasn’t naked underneath, having carefully chosen a sexy looking (I hoped) pair of red briefs. Everything went quiet, then one girl began giggling, and then another girl suddenly blurted out, “Wait. He’s really going to do it? Like show it, here? Are you for real? No way.”

The girl was a nice looking redhead, though a bit flat in the chest area. The other girls began talking to and at her as she started to leave the room. Terri grabbed her arm and within a minute had talked her into just sitting in the back, watching but not participating, whatever that meant. I was happy to notice that over that minute Fern hadn’t taken her eyes off my face. Sure, a few glances down below, but unlike the other giggling gaggle of girls, she seemed to be evaluating my face. That actually made me more nervous, and I was very aware of my dick actually shrinking in size.

When everything had calmed down, I gave them the standard talk of how every boy at school would want something and that it was their job to make sure he only got the very minimum, to save herself not so much for marriage as for a boy she knew would treat her right every day of the following year. Was I being a hypocrite here? Telling them things I would only otherwise say to my baby sister if I had one? Sure, but I figured they had to be warned. After this, any mistakes on their part would be entirely their own fault.

I’m not sure they listened, for while I was talking, I was also slowly removing my briefs, slowly peeling them off my crotch, pushing them down my legs, and casually putting them on my small pile of clothing. My cock was only half-hard, feeling both excited and nervous. I tried to harden myself up, playing with my length, making a show of using my pre-cum for lubrication, as I continued to talk. I remained a little soft, so I took a huge leap and made them join in and do something other than just look on.

“Listen. You probably know all guys love to look at a girl’s breasts. Your tits. I’m a bit nervous, kind of softer than normal, so I need you to do something for me. Everybody together, no hold outs. Take off your tops. Let me see your tits.”

The only real blond in the room, the girl named Sandy, began giggling while others blanched, looking around to see how the other girls felt. Sandy was cute, her blond curls cut short but that only accentuated her long neck and dimpled cheeks. The girl also had a nice chest and I was more than a little bummed to notice that she hadn’t moved to take off her top. Then Terri stepped forward, removing her blouse, and I wasn’t surprised to see that she didn’t have a bra on. That made it okay for the other girls to follow. That really got my dick to straighten up, so hard it was curving back a bit toward my stomach.

Like I said, they were all young girls, some not even in high school, and even if they were years from being fully developed, they were all pretty hot looking. In a crowd, they all fit into the group, but as they removed their tops, they all began to stand out from one another. The big girl, Glory, had the biggest tits of the young group, her areolas huge and a light brown. The other pairs of breasts were small to moderate in size, some like small conical volcanoes, others like low mounds that showed promise to grow out in the future.

I was especially interested in the different colors of nipples and areolas. They were mostly white girls with white tits, most with light brown areolas, their nipples every one sticking out and showing their excitement. I was happy to watch Sandy bare her chest, even using both of her hands to give a quick massage of her moderately sized mounds. Not large but round and full, dropping a bit with gravity before rising up to call to me.

Even the redhead in the corner had removed her top, her tits being a bit small in size, but her nipples being so light in color as to almost blend in with her chest. The many tits of the many young girls was a sight to behold, even with all of the experience I already had behind me. Let’s face it. No boy or man ever gets tired of looking at yet one more naked girl. It’s wonderful.

Then there was Fern. I had to fight myself not to stare. The girl was only fifteen at the time, her skin a light brown but still the darkest of the group. Her breasts were somewhat lighter than the color of her neck or face, obviously not seeing much sun, and it was difficult to not stare at their youthful beauty. Like the girls with pert conical volcanoes sticking out into the room, Fern’s breasts weren’t especially large but did push out, successfully fighting gravity and demanding attention, even when fully clothed. Yet hers were unique in that they were full, symmetrical in their roundness, each like a perfect half orange. A large orange, with small and perfectly round areolas, and firm nipples that I could swear were begging me to suck in on them. I caught her eyes, knowing my desire showed itself clearly to her, and with a blush rising to her cheeks, I forced myself to turn away.

“Okay. As you can see, I’m really turned on. Every boy in high school is going to ask to see your chest, maybe feel you up, but you know he’s not going to want to stop there.”

“Why do boys even like a girl’s breasts anyway,” asked Sandy. “Its so weird.”

“Right. Weird, and yet undeniable. Blame it on culture or genetics, but its there. All I can say is a boy’s hands might start playing with your top, feeling up your tits, but you know what they’re really interested in.”

All the girls giggled and looked around at each other, some obviously checking out their friends.

“You’re all really hot looking girls. You can see how excited I am looking at you. I don’t need to tell you how interested boys are in your bodies. That’s good and really normal, but if you ever accept a guy’s friendly invitation to visit his bedroom, he’s going to be pulling your top off within a minute and doing his best to check out your rack. And after he’s got your tits in hand, you know what else he’s going to be trying for. Right. And turning your back on him won’t help. Everybody know what doggie style is? From the rear?”

All the girls nodded, including Fern.

“Good, because that’s one of the easiest ways to push a pole like this straight up into you. Lean you over the bed, pull aside your panties, and two minutes later he’ll have made himself very happy even while you’re wondering what even happened. Is the guy a jerk for filling you with enough sperm to impregnate the planet? Sure, but knowing that after the fact won’t help you out.”

I was tired of the big moral lecture and was grateful when a girl asked, “Do all guys have that big mushroom thing on top?” All the girls giggled, even Terri, and after I answered, with a bit of vague info on circumcision. Then other girls started opening up with questions of their own. The topics went all over the place, yet all focused on boys and sex.

Even the redhead to the side was interested, asking if boys really had only two testicles in each scrotal sac. That got a laugh, but they all quieted and their eyes grew wide when I cradled my balls in one hand and said, “Yeah, just two, but nobody calls them testicles. These are balls, or maybe you’ve heard them referred to as rocks or nuts. Yeah, like walnuts. These are what really makes a man a man, and are what will make you pregnant if you’re not careful.” That got another laugh and some nods from the girls.

Then Fern spoke up. Quite seriously, and in a melodic voice I could have listened to for the rest of the day, she asked something I’d never thought of before.

“You have sex, right, like pushing it inside a girl, but why doesn’t that hurt? I mean, we’ve all heard about how sensitive a boy’s balls are. How can a boy do that and not have it hurt?”

The girls all nodded and looked at me. All my attention was focused on Fern, my one hand continuing to rub around my leading few inches, my other hand giving a soft massage to my balls. It was hard to keep acting like a teacher while she was in my sight.

“That’s a good question, but I don’t really have an answer. Mostly, when a boy is making love to a girl, it’s real slow and they’re real careful. Sometimes it gets pretty frantic and uncontrolled, but I’ve never felt any pain. Usually just the opposite. Pushing into a girl, or having a girl touch my balls, especially real soft like I’m doing, just turns me on even more.”

I somehow got lost in the topic, maybe because of my rising feelings for Fern and added more than the girls really needed to know. “To tell you the truth, sometimes pounding really hard into a girl makes the sex even better. Pushing hard into her, my balls pressing hard inside a girl’s legs, slapping against her ass, it excites me even more. I think it makes me cum even harder. Everything is different when I’m doing it with a girl.”

The room had gone very quiet, and I was sure that everyone was aware of how much I desired Fern at that moment. Her eyes were locked on mine, her mouth slightly open, and more than anything I wanted to pull her into Terri’s bedroom and give her a personal demonstration of what I’d been talking about. With more self-control than I ever thought I had, I tore my eyes away from Fern and forced myself to call Glory up. “Here Glory. Touch me. Touch my balls.”

She looked around, obviously very embarrassed

“I just think each of you should get a feel for what a boy’s, um, penis feels like.”

I stopped myself. My using terms out of a biology text wouldn’t be helping these girls at all. Better keep it real.

“No, let me rephrase that,” I quickly added. “What I have here is called a cock. Around your parents, this is a penis. All boys and men have a penis, but this is a cock. A boy’s going to push his cock into you and fuck you. That’s what this is all about. Okay? What else do you call it? Any new names for what I’ve got in my hand?”

A few of the girls threw out some standard terms, like dick, sausage, pole, hose, meat, and then came a new one: weed whacker. “Who said that?” I asked. It was the blond. “Where’d that come from?”

“I don’t know she said, squirming and seeming uncomfortable at having uttered the term. “You know, like doing something with a girl’s bush.”

Another girl, the shortest in the group, suddenly blurted out, “I’ve heard it called a bush master.”

The girl’s laughed and the pressure in the room eased that much more. I decided it was time to get back to what I had in hand. “Okay. Let’s do some hands-on activities. Here Glory. Put your hand on my cock. Wrap your fingers around it.”

Glory looked around at the room, as though asking for permission, and as the blond girl began giggling non-stop, Glory did as I told her. “That’s it. Now move your hand up and over the top of my cock.”

“It’s kind of sticky and gooey,” commented Glory, her eyes never leaving my crotch.

“That’s only from the pre-cum I’ve been leaking out. You’ve been exciting me so much, I’m leaking out a lot of lubrication.”

“That’s to help a boy fuck a girl, right?” asked another girl. “She makes some, and he makes some, and that makes it easier.”

I felt like I was in a room of little kids, answering stupid little questions, but that was the fault of their parents and teachers. I could only imagine the millions of pubescent teen girls with even less knowledge, all walking into the lion’s den that was high school. The boys and girls were all just answering the base instincts they were born with, which pretty much described me as I crawled into Ronnie’s bed so long before.

I told Glory to stop, then invited the giggling blond girl to step up and touch my rigid pole. That’s when Terri said, “I want to see you jack off. I think everybody here wants to see how a guy cums.”

Before I could say anything, Sandy, the blond, said, “We’ve seen that. A hundred times.”

“That’s porn. I want to see it for real.”

That sort of shocked me, but the same thought had crossed my mind many times the night before. “Fine, but I’ll need you girls to help.” Turning back to the blond, I went on with my instructions. “Here, do what Glory did, but a little more quickly, up and down.”

The blond, Sandy, went into overdrive and was much too loose with her hands, so I explained how to hold it firmly but lovingly, and then I really made their jaws drop. “And like you said, lubrication is really important. Put your mouth around the top part and make it wet. Then spit on it and use the lubrication to go up and down.”