Kayla's story
From Torg Adventure
Kayla stands and clears her throat. She's wearing a flowered skirt, about six inches above the knee, and a scoop-necked white tee shirt that shows off her deep cleavage. She glances right at you, looks back at her notes, and begins, "His cock and shaved balls were displayed for all to see, no hair to get in the way of our sight."
Fuck, her story is about you too. Now you remember her from Sex Ed class. She had been on the side of the room and watched you with a lusty gaze.
Now, she looks up again and locks eyes with you, then continues, "He was very excited to be standing in front of a dozen girls; his body wasn't ramrod straight, but his manhood was." She smiles, biting her lip, then looks back at the paper. "We watched as she rubbed his long shaft, making him moan his delight. He really made noise when she fondled his nuts. His muscles bunched, his hips pumped, and his knees buckled. Then his balls fulfilled Nature's purpose and launched spunk three feet." She looks at you, a fire behind her eyes, finishing the story, "In that moment, I wanted my wet cunt to be that hand."
If that isn't a come-on, you don't know what is. She winks at you.
"Excellent. I really got the feeling of being there, watching," says Miss Lange. "The main character's secret admission at the end makes it all the more poignant. Thank you, Miss Doherty." She stands and faces the whole class. "That's all we have time for today, but everyone will finish reading tomorrow. You might think about memorizing your piece. It's only a hundred words, so it shouldn't be too big of a deal. See you tomorrow."
What happens after class?
