The girls have dessert

You watch as Anya takes the ripening banana your mother packed with your sandwich from your paper bag and displays it for Kerry to see. You hear the fair-skinned brunette seated to your left giggle as the dark-eyed Anya leans before you, holding the slightly curved, nine-inch long yellow fruit in one hot little hand, the one end sticking skyward, not unlike the precum-leaking prick a foot below it.

The gorgeous Anya leans close to it, gently twisting the stem and peeling one part of the skin down. Kerry leans in as well, and pulls another portion of the skin down to where Anya's fist grips the banana's base. Anya pulls the remaining layer of skin down, revealing the firm, but fragile-looking, off-white fruit inside.

You feel Anya's hand tickle your ear. Just such a casual touch from the school beauty sends a shiver up your spine. Her contact worked. You turn to look at her face.

Her brown eyes are wideset, her lips pulpy, full and lush on a lightly browned face. Her button-nose crinkles as she smiles at you, her perfect teeth a brilliant white, glad to have your undivided attention.

"Imagine this banana is your cock, Paulie!" Anya advises. You notice some movement and turn your attention back to the upthrust fruit before you.

The hand not holding the banana is now gently stroking the exposed fruit.

"Yes, Paul. Imagine!" directs the more angular-featured, but no less pretty Kerry as her fair-skinned fist joins Anya's tanned one on the phallic-shaped fruit before you.