This choice: Haley, the girl to your right? • Go Back...Chapter #4Describing the Indescribable by: Unknown Potential partners are being snatched up all around you. The Hispanic boy next to you has already been taken, so you turn to look for the girl next to you, and by some miracle she seems to want to partner with you! She smiles when you look at her, a contagious smile that makes you want to smile back immediately. You hadn't gotten a good look at her before, but she's extremely cute, her brown curls encircling her almost cherubic face. She's wearing a pink t-shirt with flowers on it and a matching skirt. Quite possibly the girliest girl you've ever seen. You can't believe the words she said earlier could ever come out of such a figure.
"I guess we're working together on this, huh?" she says, her big smile still going. "I'm Haley."
"I'm Scott," you introduce yourself back. "So, uhm, does she really mean we have to write about each other's..." you're about to say "peepee" again, but realize after what this girl offered up she'd probably laugh at you even more. "...F-Fuck-sticks?"
"Yup," Haley giggles, "and look at you, using big boy words now. I bet you were just fucking with everybody back there, right? That was pretty funny what you said."
"Y-yeah, I was just messing with you!" You try to ride on her words to play off your blunder. "'Peepee'. What a little baby word, right?" You give her an awkward grin, but somehow she seems to buy your bluff. "Uh, so, wait, uhm... you're a girl, so... how is this gonna, you know, work? Do you even have a uhh... a thing?"
Haley stifles a giggle behind her hand. "You really must be new here, huh? Everybody here has a dick! Even the girls!" As she says this you take another look around the room. Everyone, boys and girls, has their pants off and are busily writing about each other's dongs. Boys with boners as thick as your arms, girls with pythons that could coil around your neck three times over; even Miss Shots is packing a monster rod, idly stroking it as she reclines in her chair, observing her hard working class. You almost can't believe what you're seeing.
"Now, how about you start writing about mine?" Haley draws your attention back to her as she begins to slide her panties down from under her skirt. You begin to realize why she was the first one to offer such a vulgar term for penis. The first thing you notice when she starts to strip is the smell, an unbelievably powerful, incredibly manly musk pouring from her underwear the moment she opens them. As you look to the source, you can't even immediately see a dick; all you see is a mass of thick, dark, tangled hair forming a huge bush between her legs. As more and more of her privates appear, you can finally see the shaft itself: it's noticeably darker than the rest of her body, and looks to be covered in thick, pulsating veins all over the place. After fourteen inches of rod appear, the tip finally springs out, fat angry and purple, and wrapped in thick foreskin that's filled with some kind of gross looking gunk.
Your pencil drops from your hand as the whole 15" monstrosity comes into view. It has to be the most disgusting thing you've ever seen! It barely looks like it belongs on a human, much less on a young girl. Her innocent, smiling face is starkly contrasted with the horrific, manly pillar jutting up from her crotch, making you a little uneasy.
"There's lots here to write about," she says, still smiling as if her disgusting endowment were the most normal thing in the world. Not wanting to look like a fool again, you try to start writing about her tool.
"Okay, well, uhm, 'Haley's'... uhh," you try to think of another word your classmates used, "'schlong is very' uhh... 'big'... and, uhm... 'long'..."
"Aww, come on now, you can do better than that. Get creative! 'Haley's schlong looks like an ass destroying beast.' Besides, Miss Shots gets real anal about work not being done right, so you probably don't wanna wing it."
"Uhm... 'it's hairy'... 'and smells'..."
"Great? Wonderful? Delicious? Like the sore asses of all my bitch boy big brothers?" Haley offers her suggestions to finish your sentence. You're just gonna stick with 'interesting'. She seems to have quite a fixation with fucking people in the ass.
"How are we doing over here?" Miss Shots voice surprises you from behind. You get extremely uncomfortable with her huge cock resting on your shoulder the way it is. She looks at your paper and notices you haven't written very much yet. "Having a little writer's block, Scott?"
"Y-yeah, that's it..." you say, getting embarrassed that she's seeing your pitiful work.
"It's okay, that's fine," she says understandingly. "There's plenty of ways to overcome it. I've had Haley in my class before, and let me tell you she's got one of the best dicks you could write about. But see, writing a descriptive piece isn't all about the visual. I see you wrote a little bit about how it smells, too, and that's a good start, but dig a little deeper. Maybe she smells 'like the stallion every mare wants to mate with', or, 'like my dad fresh out of the shower'. Something like that, something people might connect with. You don't just want the person reading this to see or hear or smell the thing you're describing, you want them to experience it. Make sense?"
"Uhmmm, k-kinda?" you say uncertainly. You've been told to write paragraphs in school before, but never about something so vulgar.
"Here, maybe you need to get a little closer. Come down here with me." She knees down on the linoleum floor in front of Haley's chair and beckons you to join her, and you nervously yet obediently do so. "You want to be able to appeal to all the senses with what you write. Let's go past smell for a little bit; what does her cock feel like? Go ahead and grab it, really feel that texture." You gingerly touch the repulsive rod, feeling each powerful pump of blood through its length in time with her heart beat. It feels sweaty and sticky, and the copious veins remove any hope for a smooth surface. You relay these descriptions to Miss Shots.
"Okay, so sticky, sweaty, and bumpy. Those are good. What about her bush, what does that feel like?"
"Her.. what?"
"Her pubic hair, dear." Your teacher remains patient with your sexual ignorance, but Haley can't help but giggle again. You move your hand down the shaft to the tangled mass at the base. It's scratchy and just as sweaty as her cock, and you feel like it'll trap your hand in it if you mess with it too much.
"It feels like a... rough hairbrush," you say, taking a stab at being "creative".
"Oh, excellent description Scott! Definitely write that down! That's the kind of thing I want to see. Now there's just one more aspect to penises that's important: the taste. What does she taste like, Scott?" She doesn't really expect you to taste that thing, does she?! The two pairs of eyes bearing down on you put you under a lot of pressure to do so, and you quickly crumble.
Against all your instincts, you touch your tongue to the underside of her shaft. Your taste buds are instantly assaulted by a horrible, bitter taste mixed with her sweat and musk, combining into an awful cocktail that makes you want to vomit. You manage to keep your thoughts to yourself to avoid getting in trouble for insulting her.
"Oh, that little lick won't tell you anything. Get a big mouthful of that cock!" Miss Shots gently but firmly holds the back of your head and guides you to the tip of Haley's beast, and for whatever reason you let it in. Your entire mouth is now filled with that nauseating flavor, but now combined with the even more disgusting taste and texture of her smegma pouring of from her foreskin.
"What kind of flavors should he be looking for?" the teacher asks Haley. "Have you stuck it in anything lately?"
"Well, all weekend I was fucking my big brothers in the ass," Haley explains. "I have the biggest dick in the family so I turned them into my slaves. I got so busy with it I completely forgot to take a shower though! I only washed my hair this morning 'cause I woke up late."
"Oh my, so you should be tasting all sorts of things, Scott! How lucky you are! I'm sure your paragraph will be the one to make me blow my load when it's done. I'm going to go help some other students now, so good luck!" She gives you a pat on the back and leaves, finally letting you take your mouth off Haley's dong.
"So, how do I taste?" Haley asks.
It takes every ounce of your will to keep from blurting out "HORRIBLE!". "Uhm, it tastes... like... a whole lot of boys butts?" You basically draw your description right from her story hoping she buys it. Seems like she does.
"So you could taste it! Awesome; I wasn't sure if it washed off in my quick shower this morning."
You try to bullshit the rest of the paper without having to have too much more contact with her parts, and eventually decide the paper is good enough. Once you're done...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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