Never ending

The girls holding each of your hands continued on toward your last class for the day. Students rushing to class always slow down to take you in with their eyes. You pull on your hands in an attempt to cover youself but the pretty girls at your side never slack up their grip on you.

Finally, you reach your math class with Miss Finkle, a elderly spinster, who looks up to see you with wide eyes looking you up and down.

"My heavens," she says and continues, "I guess Miss Wright knows what she's doing. Oh well, take your seat."

The girls holding your hands let go and shove you into a classroom full of students already in their seats. You see several girls get a good look at your dick before you can cover yourself. You pass a series of girls and guys on the way to your seat in the middle of the room.

You feel your face is warm and know you have turned red with embarrassment. You glance to the girl sitting next to you and she is trying her best to look past your hands covering yourself. Finally, you don't even want to look around anymore and stare straight ahead. You're so stressed out that you don't even listen to what the teacher is saying and pray for the class to be over. It seems like it's going on forever. Finally, the bell rings and every one leaves the room along with the teacher. You sit there alone as students walk past in the hallway. Some turn their head to see you and smile.