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“Fine. If we’re going into explicit details, let’s ditch the euphemisms.”
The ladies nodded eagerly, regarding her in rapt attention.
“First of all, stop talking about the ‘tall’ centaurs.” She bracketed the words in air quotes.
“I assume you gals are referring to the stallions’ male equipment. In any species, any Kind, it’s calledpenis. Let’s all practice saying it:peee-nisss.”
Chewie rolled to a sitting position alertly and perked his ears. But whined and heaved a doggie sigh when he realized the topic of discussion, sinking back down on his belly, paws close to his ears, as if he was trying to block it all out.
Dutifully, the girls repeated after her, trying the word out on their tongues as a rash embarrassed of blushes swept the group.
“Very good,” Divina praised.
“Now a few more words you should feel comfortable using, because you’re going to want to tell your partner in no uncertain terms what you want him to do with it. Repeat after me:cock.”
A round of “cock”s were mumbled and muttered in shy, quiet voices.
“Louder, ladies. You want him to use it well, don’t be afraid to commandeer it if need be. And I mean that verbally as well as literally. Say it with me:I love your big, hard cock, make me come all over it, baby.”
Lots of stutters and titters met Divina’s instructions. Not a single one of the virgins could say the words from beginning to end without bursting into laughter or bursting into flames. The flames of mortification, not smoky arousal.
Divina bit back a sigh. Maybe she should turn it down a notch, go back to beginner’s level.
“How about this—manhood. Do you like that word better? Or staff. Maleness. Rod. Phallus. More civilized?”
A girl named Phyllis spoke up, “Do they have manhoods? I mean, they are only half men. How…how will it happen? I’ve never seen a stallion’s…member, but I can’t imagine…”
Divina decided to help the poor woman out before she choked on her own spit.
“When they come to you for mating, they will be all man. So, yes, they have manhoods. And their equipment is sized appropriately for a man.”
Daphne cleared her throat, started to speak, then cleared it again. Her face was so red Divina worried she was holding her breath and forgetting to breathe.
“What is the appropriate size for a man?” Daphne finally choked out the question.
“I mean, what would be a good size for the deed? Perhaps the smaller the better? I have heard that it hurts. Mama told me there will be b-blood! I cannot imagine putting something large in-inside…wouldn’t that hurt more?”
Divina gave the question all the consideration it deserved. It was an important one.
“It depends on many things,” she said. “There is no one right answer. It depends on the woman, as well as the man. What the woman likes, and how the man uses his tool. That’s why I tell you to be comfortable taking charge. Or learn to do it with your mate. You have to tell him what you like and how you like it.”
“What if he has a small…part, and I’m more suited to a large one?” a girl said somewhere in the back.
“I really doubt you have to worry with the centaurs, dear,” Divina comforted. “I have a feeling all of the stallions are well endowed. Although, just to be academically clear, stallions are like any animal, including men, who are, in their basest form, animals as well. That means there are different degrees of endowments even amongst the well-endowed. I’ve seen horses with really monstrous cocks and kinda wimpy ones too. All large and long, for certain, but some more than others. It’s all relative.”
From the gaping looks she received after that revelation, Divina didn’t think she comforted the girls at all.
“Don’t be discouraged if he doesn’t look all that impressive when he’s flaccid. Some men are growers, and some are showers. All that matters is that they know how to make the most of what they’ve got. Take turtles for example—”
“T-turtles!” Leila exclaimed.
Divina nodded in all seriousness.
“Turtles are wonderful lovers. You have no idea where they tuck their enormous assets, but let me tell you, they are definitely growers. Probably the one species in the animal kingdom that grows more than any other. Disproportionately so. And when they use it, well, I won’t go into details. But turtles mating takeshours.”
“Hours?” the girls echoed.
Divina couldn’t tell if they were titillated or terrified.
