The Lessons Ch. 04

“This is Chapter Four of The Lessons. If you haven’t already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapter.

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The following afternoon the students arrived on time, and it was evident that most had done their homework. Discipline did appear to be improving. Sara was particularly pleased to come to class. When she had returned home the previous afternoon she went straight to her bedroom. She locked the door so that her parents would not come in unexpectedly, and climbed onto the bed. She got onto her knees and bent over so that her bottom was sticking up into the air. She flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties. The cork was still nicely lodged in her asshole. Mr. Peters had called it an anus, but Sara kept thinking about it as an asshole the rest of the day. It seemed more sexy to call it an asshole, at least when it has a cork stuck in it.

She carefully felt the outline of the cork. It was quite a big cork and her asshole felt rather uncomfortable with such a large object lodged inside, but the discomfort was also pleasing in an odd sort of way. She felt her pussy, which was very wet, even a bit swollen. She began to squeeze and stroke her cunt lips, feeling the moisture increase and spread across her young pussy. She began to massage her clitoris with her fingers, circling around and around the clit, at times as well squeezing and pressing it.

Sara had masturbated before, but had always done so lying on her back and under the blankets. She now found that it was much more dirty and exciting to do it right out in the open, her bottom stuck up in the air for all to see. She in fact imagined that she was doing this in front of the class, exposing her corked butt and wet pussy to all of the students. She had been terribly humiliated to have to show herself this way in class, but now that she was by herself at home, she could safely enjoy the fantasy. She liked thinking about all the students staring at her, shocked at how she was making such an obscene spectacle. She thought about the boys getting all excited at her display. Imagining them playing with themselves as they stared at her upraised cunny got her more excited. She even imagined that it was Mr. Peters who was fondling and playing with her juicy, swollen pussy. Mr. Peters would never do such a thing. He was her teacher, but that made the thought of him doing so all the more stimulating. She increased the pressure and speed of her manipulations. She groaned softly into the soft, thick bedcovers, hoping that her parents could not hear anything if they happened to walk by her room. Her bottom began to wiggle in the air, circling in a direction complementary to her fingers. She inserted two of her fingers into her cunt, using the palm of her hand to keep pressure on her clit. She grabbed hold of the coverlet with her other hand.

She manipulated her fingers in and out of her pussy. The entrance was very tight but she was also so very wet that insertion was not at all difficult. Her pussy began to make squishy sounds as her fingers plunged in and out. She grew a bit more concerned that her parents might hear something, but even that now was part of her excitement. She thought about her father walking in while her butt was in the air, fiercely masturbating herself to an orgasm. She knew her dad would be angry, but he might also find it exciting. Maybe she shouldn’t have locked the door after all, she thought.

She considered getting up to unlock the door, just to add some risk to her fun, but she didn’t want to stop playing with herself. She knew it would not take long, as she had been thinking about this all afternoon and she wanted so much to release her sexual tension. She began to thrust her bottom to help push her fingers deeper into her pussy.

She felt so dirty and naughty. She knew she must look like a very smutty girl, her panties down, bottom up in the air, thrusting wickedly into her fingers. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, her thrusts growing in speed and abandon. She began to grunt and groan more loudly into the bed, grasping her cunt hard with her hand as she stuck even another finger deep into her pussy.

She was also squeezing hard onto the cork with the lips of her asshole, enjoying the full, stuffed sensation of the large cork crammed into her butt. She imagined it was more than just a cork. She imagined that Mr. Peters had required her to stay after class so that he could adequately punish her, and punish her in a way that was even more personal and intimate than what had occurred during class.

She whispered into the coverlet, “Mr. Peters, harder, harder; fuck me so hard Mr. Peters, I am such a bad girl. Fuck my butt Mr. Peters. You have such a big cock, fuck my little bottom with your cock.” She imagined Mr. Peters tossing her skirt over her back, leaning over her and ramming his big hard cock deep into her ass as he played with her wet cunt with his fingers. He was so big that she could hardly take it but she had no choice but to comply. He was her teacher and she could not do anything about it. She had to submissively keep her ass up in the air while he fucked her again and again. “Mr. Peters,” she squealed into the coverlet, “You’re too big, it’s too big for me, I don’t know if I can take any more” and she then exploded in her orgasm. Her whole body shuddered with excitement, and she pressed down heavily on the cork as if she had a huge turd that had to be released. The cork popped from her butt as if it burst from a champagne bottle and shot across the bed onto the floor. Her body froze in place as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure and the release of tension.

It was a few minutes before she relaxed. She slowly lowered her bottom to the bed and covered herself with the coverlet. She was now very grateful to Mr. Peters for his firm discipline.

The next morning, as she was having breakfast in the kitchen, she snuck one of the corks off of the hot pad her mother was making with leftover wine corks. She stopped off in the bathroom before she left home and carefully inserted much of it past her anus and into her butt. It wasn’t nearly so big as the large cork used to plug the laboratory flasks, but the latter had at times been too uncomfortable to sit on and would also be too difficult to retain throughout the day.

She smiled as she squatted on the bathroom floor to insert the cork. ‘Wouldn’t Mr. Peters be surprised if he saw this today,’ she thought. She carefully stood, pulled up her panties, and wiggled her bottom around to be sure that it would stay lodged as she walked the hallways. She then straightened her dress, checked her hair, and went to college.

By the time she got to Mr. Peters’ afternoon math class, she was quite excited. She had almost lost the cork earlier when she had to go to the bathroom, but she caught it before it fell into the toilet. It was lots of fun to sit in her chair during Mr. Peter’s class with her special little secret, feeling the cork lodged in her butt as she politely answered his questions. She imagined that he must know that she still had a cork in her butt, wondering perhaps if she should even show him after class.

Some of the other students, however, were still being negligent and disinterested in their studies. Wendy Meadows in particular did not appear to have taken Mr. Peters’ warning yesterday sufficiently seriously. Particularly annoying to Mr. Peters was her tendency to ignore his lecture to admire herself in a mirror. Wendy was a very attractive 19 year-old. Wendy’s nickname among many of the students was Wendy Whoppers, after her porn star namesake with unusually large breasts. At maximum size, Wendy Whopper’s breasts had been a whopping 80HHH, coupled with a delightful 21 inch waist and 34 inch hips. Wendy Meadow’s breasts were not, of course, nearly so large. However, she was, ironically, the size of Wendy’s current measurements (38E; Ms. Whoppers reduced them after leaving the strip club circuit) and this was still plenty large, particularly for a young woman attending Templeton; even larger than the prominent breasts of Miss Harding. Wendy Meadows, like Wendy Whoppers, was also quite pretty. She even reminded Mr. Peters of Reese Whitherspoon, particularly in the role of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. She even had the cute girlish voice. Admiring herself in a mirror was then understandable, but still not appropriate during math.

“Wendy, if you paid as much attention to the figures in your book as you do to your own figure, I suspect that you could even pass this class,” Mr. Peters suggested sarcastically. A few of the students chuckled. Wendy was still annoyed at having to clean up Teddy’s cum with her own scarf. She found that task to have been very disgusting, not the sort of thing a girl of her character and popularity should have had to do. Besides, it seemed to have left an odd aroma in her purse. It wasn’t actually unpleasant but it was distinctive and certainly not befitting a girl of her nature.

She looked petulantly at Mr. Peters. Boys usually demonstrated considerable respect for and deference to her wishes. She was not familiar with persons, even teachers, demanding her submission. She snapped, “Mr. Peters, it is my own figure that will get me ahead in life, not the figures in this book.” The whole class went quiet. On the one hand, she was probably right, and the students wondered if perhaps Mr. Peters might at least appreciate this fact. However, Mr. Peters was more concerned with establishing discipline within the class than with engaging in a logical debate.

“Perhaps you would like to demonstrate this fact to the rest of the class, Miss Meadows?” he asked.

Wendy was confused as to his meaning. Some of the boys did interpret his remark with a particularly enticing meaning but they could not believe that he really meant it that way. They grinned though, contemplating the thought. “I don’t understand, Mr. Peters,” she responded tentatively. She worried that perhaps she had in fact gone too far. She remembered what happened to Sara and Teddy yesterday but nothing like that would likely happen to her. She would just have to pout or giggle, and boys, as well as men, would give in to her.

“I think you understand perfectly well, Wendy. Please come up to the front of the class.” The boys in the class watched with anticipation as Wendy walked to the front of the room. Her large breasts seemed to sway even with such minimal movement. Wendy in fact did walk with a natural wiggle to her hips. She seemed to take somewhat smaller steps than most girls, as if she was walking on heals when in fact she was wearing the standard Mary Janes. Mr. Peters wondered if she had in fact studied the character of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde, purposely copying her walk. The resemblance was striking. The short steps gave her hips a minor but perceptibly alluring swing. Anyone who appreciated the sight of an attractive bottom walking down the street would certainly notice.

Mr. Peters met her at the front of the class. She looked up at him inquisitively, fluttering her eyelashes in an her usual effort to sway and control the males around her. She presented a childish pout, waiting for him to bend to her will. “Miss Meadows, I do appreciate that you have an excellent figure.” Wendy smiled to herself. She now knew she had him. It was unusual for a teacher to comment so directly on her figure. He would probably give her a stern lecture and then let her return to her seat. “Let’s share this figure with the rest of the class. Yesterday we were fortunate enough for Teddy to demonstrate the features and functions of the male genitalia. Perhaps today you could share your good fortune with the class and offer your breasts for our consideration.”

Wendy’s mouth dropped in alarm and horror. The girls were equally shocked at the suggestion, and the boys sat up in excited anticipation. “Mr. Peters,” she exclaimed, “I simply can’t imagine doing anything like that. You can’t be serious.” “I think by my actions yesterday, Wendy, you would appreciate that I am indeed quite serious. You in fact avoided punishment yesterday only because we could not afford any more time away from the usual studies. However, this is a new day and you have managed to display only further impudence. It is evident to me that you will need to be punished.” Without waiting for a response she turned Wendy around to face the blackboard.

“Oh my,” Wendy exclaimed, as Mr. Peters placed one hand around her thin, 21 inch waist, and pushed down on her shoulders.

“I want you to place your hands on your knees Wendy, but keep your legs straight.”

“Oh Mr. Peters, really, this is very inappropriate.” She was annoyed with herself for letting it get this far. Her breasts had apparently let her down, and she was uncertain what she should try next. Mr. Peters tossed her skirt over her back and she gasped with shock. She was not wearing regulation panties. In fact, hers were much worse than Sara’s. She was wearing pink lace panties.

“Miss Meadows!” Mr. Peters exclaimed. He was himself appalled at this gross violation of the school dress code. The dress code was one aspect of decorum that the students generally obeyed. The boys were ecstatic. The girls didn’t know what to think. They knew that Wendy was vain about her appearance, always lording over them the size of her breasts, but they never thought that she would go this far.

Wendy quickly let go of her knees, stood up, and hid her face in her hands. She was mortified to have her secret be exposed. She often wore sexy underwear to school. She was very careful not to let anyone notice them (unlike Sara). She just enjoyed wearing the sexy underthings because they made her feel prettier. She liked to imagine what the boys would do if they knew what she had on underneath. The sexy panties also helped her to be more assertive with men. She considered them to be a source of self-confidence and even maturity. They were undies that only an adult would wear, not like the childish white panties that the college required. However, now they had become a source of humiliation. “Miss Meadows, does your brassiere match your panties?” She nodded quietly through her hands, not having the will to speak or even to look him in the eyes. There was no point now in denying anything.

“I want you to turn and to face the students,” he commanded in a stern voice.

Wendy slowly turned around and withdraw her hands. She hung her head down in embarrassment. “Wendy, I want you to tell the class why you are wearing a sexy bra and panties.” She turned to Mr. Peters and asked imploringly, “Must I really, Mr. Peters. I will be a good girl now. I will go right home and change, honest I will.” He replied, “Wendy, it’s a little late for that. Now explain to us why you are wearing such lacy underthings.”

“I just feel pretty in them,” she explained. Mr. Peters contemplated her answer. He knew that Miss Meadows valued heavily her physical attractiveness and appearance. But this explanation was precisely this reason that she was now in trouble. Mr. Peters felt she needed a lesson that being pretty was not the path to success.

“Well, let us then be the judge of that. Let us see if they indeed make you look pretty.”

“What do you mean, Mr. Peters?”

“You keep asking me that, Miss Meadows, when I think you know precisely what I mean. I want you to take off your tie, unbutton your blouse, and remove it so that we can see if your brassiere does indeed make you look pretty.”

“Mr. Peters!” She instinctively brought her arms to her chest, crossing them in front of her as if she was already naked in front of the class. The boys were leaning forward in anticipation. The girls were blushing in sympathy. “I can’t do that. There are boys here,” she implored. Mr. Peters was not impressed. “You have already shown them your panties; I would imagine that your brassiere is less personal than your panties.”

Wendy couldn’t believe this was happening. She was very proud of her breasts, and she did love her new lacy bra, but it wasn’t right to let so many boys see her like that. She leaned in close to Mr. Peters, trying to appeal to his sympathy and perhaps his own prurient interests. “Mr. Peters,” she said very softly, “Maybe I could just show you later, personally, in your office?” Tina, sitting in the front row, heard this and instantly became concerned and angry. To Tina, Wendy always seemed to be getting away with things just because she had the big titties, and now she was using them to take her place with Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters, however, could not be seduced. “Wendy, if you put this off any longer, it will be more than your blouse that you will have to remove.” Tina smiled and Wendy blanched.

“Yes sir,” she replied deferentially. She couldn’t believe she was doing it, but there she was, undoing first the regulation black tie. When she was finished with that, she looked up to Mr. Peters again with a plaintive expression. Getting no reaction, she began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. The boys in the class waited breathlessly. This would be a real treat. They could see well the outline of her full breasts through her simple white blouse. Her breasts stood out boldly, although Miss Meadows did not feel so bold at the moment. With each button they could see more of the pink lace and even a bit of an enclosed breast. When she reached the last button she began to pull the tails out from the waist of her plaid skirt. She took off the tie completely and carefully laid it across Mr. Peters’ desk. She then unbuttoned the cuffs on her sleeves, sighed, turned her back to the class and removed the blouse.

Simply the sight of Wendy’s bare skin was exciting to the boys. The fact that she was now only wearing a bra and that they could see its straps was giving many of them an erection. She at first held the blouse across her chest, hoping that Mr. Peters might be satisfied with seeing that she was indeed wearing a pink bra. He could tell from the strap going across her back. But, he gestured for her to place the blouse on his desk. She first carefully folded it so that there would not be any wrinkles, keeping her arms covering as much of her breasts as possible, which was an impossible task, given their size, and then laid the folded blouse beside her tie. She took a deep breath and turned to face the class, her arms carefully folded across her expansive chest. Her face was a deep red; her expression revealed her severe discomfort. The boys leaned forward in their chairs; many of the girls looked away in vicarious discomfort.

“Miss Meadows, one can hardly provide a reasonable judgment when they are hidden behind your arms.” Mr. Peters was now clearly referring to her breasts rather than her bra, but it was understandably difficult to talk about one without thinking of the other. Wendy tapped her foot as she ruminated over what to do, she looked down to the floor, winced, and then dropped her arms to her sides.

Many of the boys gasped with awe. They were quite a sight. Anybody could tell her breasts were big when she wore a blouse, but now that they were no longer so hidden by the loose fabric and were out in the open, their enormous size was even more apparent. The bra was also indeed very sexy. It was a pink three-quarter, demi cup underwire, with lace trim that nicely accentuated her exposed cleavage. There was even a little bow for the chestband. And, the breasts themselves were enormous and enormously sexy. One could understand why Wendy was so proud.

“This was taken last year at my cousin’s ranch,” he explained. The two women were having their fun. Steve had noticed that Saona obviously looked at his penis quite openly, yet Janet did it in a more subtle way, pretending she wasn’t yet every few minutes she glanced down. She even pretended to be offended at the sight of the thing at first, yet soon re-entered the room.

He was trying to figure out which woman’s demeanor turned him on more - the one who was quite obviously a voyeur or the one who pretended not to be but was anyway.

Saona was playfully stroking Steve while Janet began to voice concern about them catching their plane.

“Oh I’m just gonna stroke his cock until he comes, and then we’ll get going,” Saona said casually. “There’s no way he’d be able to get this thing back in his pants this way.”

There was now a peaceful silence, the only sounds being Steve’s groans of pleasure.

“So how’s Fred?” Saona asked Janet, mockingly trying to make conversation while she was masturbating a well-hung man.

“Oh Fred? Fred’s good. How’s Jack?” she asked, playing along.

“Jack couldn’t be better,” Saona replied.

Steve was getting close. He felt like he was fucking Saona’s hand, thrusting his body in rythem with her strokes.

Janet continued to play along with Saona.

“Oh and who is this gentleman standing next to you, the one with the big dick. Are you the famous Mr. Ed?” she asked with a mock seriousness.

“Y-yes,” he replied, about to come.

“That’s quite a dong you have,” Janet went on. “Must be three times the size of my husband’s, and Saona, based on the pictures you showed me of your Jack, it must be twice the size of his.”

Without warning, Steve fired his load in Janet’s direction, not meaning to hit the sexy woman but indeed soaking the front of her shirt, just below her large bosoms.

The load was at first a dot on her shirt, yet so thick, it spread out to where it was a large wet spot. She acted shocked, her hands up in the air, acting as if she had just been hit by a water pistol.

“Oh-my-God,” she said. “He…came on me.”

“You better change,” Saona said, “I’ll give you one of my shirts.”

Janet took her top off without waiting.

Saona was shocked, saying “Janet, you can go in the bathroom and change - ”

“It’s okay, I have a bra on,” she replied.

And did she ever, a black satin bra that Steve couldn’t believe he didn’t notice underneath her white shirt. But there it was, and he caught himself staring.

“Getting a good look, you perv?” Janet said.

She then teasingly shook her bra-covered breasts at the man, wiggling from side to side as the large flesh mounds looked like they were trying to be freed from their restraints.

Steve was getting hard again, and Saona noticed this literal development.

“Uh, Janet, quit it,” Saona said, pointing to Steve’s growing erection.

“We have to be able to at least fit this one as a carry-on,” she said.

While Steve got dressed and packed, the two women, totally by accident, found something in a pile of magazines while they searched for reading

material. They brought it along without their male friend knowing anything about it.

And the three got dressed for the airport.

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It was a long flight, and the three searched for small talk.

Janet asked Steve what he had been doing since graduation. It was almost amusing when the three actually had a serious conversation.

Steve spoke of possibly taking an internship with a major company near his home.

“You should do it, Steve, seriously,” she encouraged. “You would be surprised how good the experience would be.”

The ride was a smooth one, but Steve couldn’t help but think what was in store for him. He asked the two women what the plans were.

“Well, I think we’re gonna have Dina over, and you’re gonna show her you know what, and you can play with it if you want - you know, give her a show,” Saona explained.

“Would you play with it?” Steve asked.

Saona smiled. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll even play with it with my feet if you’re extra nice,” she said.

Steve looked down at Saona’s cute, little feet, both of them bare as she had removed her sandals for the flight.

As soon as the three arrived back at Saona’s place, she called her husband to make sure he would be at the office until later that night.

Janet, meanwhile, called the one person they had something to prove to.

“Dina’s coming,” Janet announced.

A feeling of anticipation set in, as Saona and Janet looked forward to proving to Dina Steve’s existence, and Steve looked forward once again

to being played with and manipulated by these gorgeous women.

Janet had told Dina everything on the phone, that the character Saona spoke of at her bachelorette party was indeed in their custody, so to speak.

Finally, Dina arrived. She walked through the door seemingly in a hurry. Steve’s jaw almost dropped when he saw she was attractive as the

other two, only she was wearing stockings and a business outfit. Her skirt and blouse also made her look sexy though.

She was introduced to Steve, and then the foursome sat down and had some coffee. Steve would find out that Dina was also married, yet

shared the same passion for having a little fun like the other two women.

“This is strictly confidential okay guys,” Dina said timidly, not wanting her Carl to find out about this little episode.

“Oh of course,” Saona said. “Steve, show her, go ahead show her. Just pull down your pants.”

Steve arose and stood before Dina. He slowly unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down. A pair of boxer briefs with

a large bulge was all that covered his enormous weiner.

He slowly pulled the boxer briefs down, and his soft penis fell out, nearly hitting Dina in the knee.

“A-hah,” Saona shouted proudly. “I told you I wasn’t making this guy up.”

Dina’s face was one of shock and confusion. She had never seen anything like it. When she had bought the gift it was thought to be a joke.

Now this thing had turned into reality.

Dina looked at the ever-expanding phallus, her eyes widening by the second.

“Touch it, he likes you,” Steve encouraged.

“Yo, Mr. Ed, we’re calling the shots here, you mind?” Saona reminded him.

Dina instead just continued to stare in awe at his penis. “I must say guys if I didn’t see it in person I never would have believed you about

his thing,” she said to the women, almost as if Steve wasn’t there.

Saona handed Steve a ruler, and as if he had done it a million times before, and indeed had, he rested the ruler on top of his hardened penis.

Dina stood up a bit to see that the ruler rested on top of the shaft and stopped at the head. Thirteen inches was indeed the measurement.

While Dina sat in a stupor, unable to believe her own eyes, Janet began to read from an article she snatched from Steve’s house earlier that day. It would provide insight.

“At the time of Steve’s birth, it was first thought that the unfortunate tyke had been born with a third leg, the appendage in question dangling from the general area of his crotch and hanging down just a tad short of his ankles,” she began.

“Would you give me it!” shouted Steve as he grabbed for the article.

Dina stood up on one of the chairs, out of his reach while the women tried to hold him back. He now had learned his lesson about keeping such things unhidden in his room. They could end up in the wrong hands.

“Upon closer examination, however, the astounded doctors discovered that this mammoth protrusion was actually little Steve’s penis,” Dina read laughingly. Steve began to give up trying to stop the reading, Saona wrestling him to the ground and sitting on his chest. It actually wasn’t a bad position for Steve to be in.

“The phenomenally-endowed newborn had caused quite a stir in medical circles, not to mention among the hospital nursing staff, all of whom,

at one time or another, made a point of asking Steve’s mother who the father was - and where he might be found,” Dina continued. “There was even a short write-up in a medical journal, with a full color photograph of the organ in question and a very impressive bar graph.”

“God, Steve, I never knew there was so much material written about your dick,” Janet teased.

“As might be expected, growing up with such an large appendage dangling between his skinny legs had proven a difficult task for poor Steve,”

Dina read on. “Always a clever boy, he had devised an ingenious method to insure his odd affliction would remain hidden from the prying eyes of an unforgiving world, oh poor Mr. Ed,” Dina added. “Every morning before school, after going pee, Steve would roll up his massive ding

dong as one might roll up a garden hose. Then, with the aid of a long strip of heavy duty masking tape, Steve secured the offending member to the inside of his right thigh, thus preventing it from escaping the modest confines of his faded Levi’s either down a pant leg or over his waistband, as had happened on several occasions, with predictably embarrassing results.”

“Oh, my God, so it was huge back then?” asked Saona.

“Yeah, probably nine or 10 inches,” he replied.

The women fought over the magazine for the hour or so, looking at the pictures and reading the funny material. With Steve doing nothing but

laying there underneath Saona, her crotch only inches from his face, he didn’t really want to move. But Saona made him.

“Steve, make yourself useful, go make us some iced tea,” she demanded.

“Glasses are in the cupboard and the mix is down below.”

Steve stood up and began to waddle toward the kitchen with his pants around his ankles. He nearly tripped.

“Oh just take your pants off for Christ’s sake,” Dina said with a laugh.

“I kind of liked it that way,” Janet argued, “it made his dick flop around more.”

“Oh we’ll make it flop around, trust me,” Saona said. Steve looked startled, and took off his jeans and walked toward the kitchen.

As he came back into the room, Steve noticed three sets of eyes staring at his crotch. He set down the iced tea, although none of the women

were even looking at that.

“Steve, do some jumping jacks,” Saona commanded.

Steve was confused, and asked why.

“Because I’m worried about your fitness,” she said sarcastically.

“Because we want to see your cock bounce, what do you think?”

Steve was about to do them, but Saona corrected him, saying “no, no, no, take your shirt off too.”

He did a few, but with little effort. His penis still bounced around from side to side and up and down, causing Dina and Janet to burst out laughing. Saona wanted a better effort though.

Now he was jumping higher, and moving his legs more emphatically. His penis flopped out of control, and the women’s eyes followed its violent contortions all over the place.

“How many?” asked Steve as he continued jumping for the ladies.

“I don’t know, a hundred, how’s that?” Saona fired back.

Steve then began to purposely making his penis smack against his stomach to amuse the women.

Dina lost it.

“Stop, oh my God stop, my stomach hurts,” she said, rolling over in laughter.

“Your stomach hurts, how do you think mine feels?” Steve asked.

Just as he settled down for a breather, Saona barked more orders at him.

“Do the side to side move,” she said, swiveling her sexy hips back and forth to show him.

Steve followed her instruction, and his penis swung back and forth, slapping against his thighs. This wasn’t helping Dina’s state.

“She needs some air,” Janet said, as their could barely catch her breath.

“Oh my God that was too funny,” Dina replied.

Steve collapsed onto the couch in between Saona and Dina. He was out of breath, unable to speak.

Saona and Dina stared at the large appendage he had between his legs, the soft phallus lying on his left leg.

“What a schlong,” Dina said, amused. “When you sit on the toilet does it hang down into the water?”

Steve was still unable to answer, too tired to do so. Another part of him though, rose on cue, as Saona started to stroke his mighty penis to an erection.

“I’ll race ya’,” she said to Dina. “The first one to get this thing to shoot wins.”

The two women took turns stroking his huge shaft. Dina at first used two hands to get used to the size. She even took her wedding ring off for a better feel.

“It’s so damn big,” she said.

Steve was barely coherent, so tired from the exercise, but his penis was more alive than ever.

Saona’s strokes were the first to get him off, as he shot off a load that had been building since the flight.

Three big loads landed out in front of the three on the floor, with Dina standing to the side this time for safety.

“My, God, you could put fires out with that thing,” Dina joked.

“Now do you believe me?” Saona said to her skeptical friend.

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Saona got what she wanted out of Steve and now had no use for him, at least for the moment.

Steve would call her every day at her office, begging to see her again. She would put him on speaker phone so her co-workers, all female, could laugh at him along with her.

“Is that the guy with the huge…” one woman would ask.

“Mr. Ed stop calling here,” she would scold him, and hang up.

One day, however, things changed. The summer interns at Saona’s office were gone, back in school for the year.

A secretary had moved on to a better job.

“Where am I going to find cheap help?” Saona wonderered aloud in her office one day.

Janet also wondered along with her.

“Someone who would take a meager salary, work long hours, do menial tasks like get us coffee, run erands, take abuse…” she pondered.

Saona suddenly had an idea, an evil smile coming across her face as she sat back in her chair and crossed her stocking-clad legs.

“Someone with no pride. Someone to obey my every whim. Someone who…worships me,” she went on, and Janet caught on.

“Someone who’s…hung like a clydesdale?” Janet smirked.

“Jeez Janet you just narrowed that job search down for me,” Saona laughed.

“My God, Saona, you have to hire him! The office is all women, think about the fun we could have with him and his big prick,” Janet said.

And just then, Saona picked up the phone to offer Mr. Ed a job.

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SEVEN

“My I come in?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

Steve walked in, took my hand, and led me to my bedroom. He then proceeded to take off his shirt, shorts and boxers before I could even say a word.

He was already in full erection.

“Saona, look at my dick, I can’t calm it down because I’m thinking of you all the time,” he said.

“Charming,” I said with a chuckle, staring in awe at his monster cock. It almost was poking me in the stomach.

“What do you expect me to do?” I asked.

“Saona, please, touch it like you did last night, please,” he begged.

To tease my horse-hung admirer, I played extra hard to get. I explained to him in great detail that the night before I was very drunk, and would never again cheat on my boyfriend.

I said that the only reason I kept him around was to look at his big dick and laugh about it with my friends.

I then told him he might have to show it off to even more of the girls I knew, and masturbate in front of them until his big dick was sore.

I told him that we intended to play games with his dick, seeing which one of us could toss a ring around it, which one of us could come up with the best name for it, and which one of us make him shoot the furthest load.

“Anything for you my love,” he said.

I laughed and responded, “What the hell is that, anything for you my love, what are you Shakespeare or something? Is that your Longfellow?” Steve chuckled, even though the jokes were about him.

He then continued his pointless begging for me to get naked, but instead of saying no right away, I decided to tease him.

“Tell you what,” I whispered in his ear sexily, “If you can stroke that monster of yours and prove to me you love me by shooting a load that will hit that wall, I will take my top off for you.” Steve gazed at the wall some 10 feet away and said “your bra too?”

“Yes, Mr. Ed, my bra too,” I said, cupping my covered breasts in my hands to show them off to Steve. “You will get to see these babies for as long as you like, and maybe hold them too. Would you like to hold them?” Steve just nodded with his mouth wide open.

“Well start stroking,” I said, looking at my watch to notice it was nearing 7 p.m., only an hour before Kevin was coming by.

Steve got both hands around his horse cock and started jacking away the way he did just a night before for Janet, Donna and I, and my oh my could he stroke that thing.

“Did you have to get lessons for that?” I asked. Steve just stared at my breasts, hidden behind the tight black t-shirt that covered them snugly.

He stroked away, and I enjoyed the show. Trouble was he was taking an awful long time. He was obviously trying to make the moment last as long as possible.

But my God he was working himself into a frenzy, and appearing to be wearing himself out. I didn’t want him to be the first guy ever to get carpal tunnel from playing with his dork too much!

“Finish it off baby,” I urged him, for his and my sake. My boyfriend was on the way for crying out loud.

“Oh, God, Saona,” he said. “I’m gonna come.” Steve pointed his big dick out as far as he could, and shot a huge, thick splatter of come that easily made it to the wall in front of him. Following it was a second load that spurted onto the floor, and a few drops that trickled onto the floor right below his cock.

I was blown away.

“I did it Saona, I did it, I can see those beauties now,” he said.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” I said, shaking my head. “You, my dear, did not follow the rules.

Your dick was over the line.”

“What line?” he asked in disbelief. “The imaginary line right here, the one from the chair to the bed. Your dick was clearly over that line.”

“What line?” he asked in disbelief. “The imaginary line right here, the one from the chair to the bed. Your dick was clearly over that line.”

“But Saona, you promised,” he begged, almost crying to see me naked.

“Stop groveling,” I said. “I hate when men do that. Now wash that wall before my boyfriend gets back, because if he sees you here, he’ll cut that big dick of yours off and beat you with it. And when you’re done, I want you to vacuum.”

“Yes, mam,” he said sadly. “May I shower first?”

“Of course,” I said. “But make it quick. And leave the door open in case I want to watch you shower.” Steve nodded, and went into the bathroom. I waited for just a few seconds, until hearing the water running, and walked in. I immediately went over to the shower, pulled the curtain away and glanced down at Steve’s crotch.

Now, from my experience of seeing my boyfriends in either the shower or noticing their bulge in swim trunks, I have maintained the belief that their dicks tend to shrink when they meet water.

But I would be damned if Steve’s schlong didn’t look to be hanging down even lower compared to other times I had seen it flaccid.

“Admiring the view?” he asked.

“Um!” I blurted out, staring at his endowment.

“Oh, it’s the hot water, it makes it swell a bit,” he explained, slicking his hair back beneath the jets spraying out.

“You should see my balls.” Now, he really had my attention. With the immenseness of his penis, I could not see his balls directly. I turned back and forth to get a better angle but could not see exactly how far they hung down. I finally grabbed Steve by the waist and turned him toward me.

“Turn the water off,” I said. “I think you’re clean enough.” He did so, and I told him to lift up his dick.

When he did, I gasped. You would think I would be used to being shocked at the sight of this guy’s genital area, but he surprised me once more.

The hot water Steve was drenching himself in caused his ball sack to sag as far as it could, emphasizing just how huge his balls were.

“Like walnuts,” I said out loud.

“What?” Steve murmured. “Your balls,” I said. “I’ve never seen balls like that. They look, I mean, they look like fucking golf balls!” Steve asked me if I was done staring at them, and when I said yes he let go of his dong in such a way it swung down and slapped against his right inner thigh.

I told him to wiggle back and forth, and when he did his dick kept slapping against his legs, making almost like a clapping sound each time it made contact.

“Steve, I still can’t get over it,” I said. “I have never seen a dick more than six or seven inches long, and yours is bigger than that just on the hang. And I do mean hang.” Then, a knock at the door. It was my boyfriend. Oh shit, I thought. A guy with a 13-inch dick is in my shower and I am admiring how big his balls are, and if my boyfriend catches me with him who knows what kind of fight could take place.

I play it cool and don’t answer the door.

“Aren’t you going to - ,”

“Shhhh,” I say to Steve. “He doesn’t have a key to my dorm room. I’ll just pretend I am not here.” After 10 minutes, the knocking ceased, and Steve asked why I didn’t want to attend to my lover.

“Because,” I said. “I want to get some measurements of your dick, and now is the perfect time.” I just realized that not only did I have control of Steve, but I also had control of my boyfriend, who was probably thinking I was studying or something and meanwhile I am staring at some well-hung classmate.

Steve followed me into my room, and when I turned to watch him I focused on his penis swaying back and forth.

I fetched the measuring tape that I had purchased at the mall and knelt down in front of Mr. Ed.

I pushed his heavy schlong out of the way and set the end of the tape just beneath his balls.

“Would it hurt if I squeezed these?” I said jokingly to him.

I then went and reeled out the tape up to his crotch to see just how far those balls hung down, but upon doing so I realized I would have to let go of his dick.

I thought I could pull off this trick, but when I released his dick swung down and caused me to lose my exact placement of the tape underneath his ball sack.

“Jesus Christ,” I said in frustration. “Can you please hold that huge schlong up for a second?” Steve laughed and did as I asked.

I found his balls to hang down an amazing 6.3 inches from his crotch, the length of most mens’ erect dicks.

And then I really got interested. If Steve’s balls hang down six inches, and his dick covers them, how far does his dick hang down? Steve let go of his cock and allowed me to place the tape at the tip of his dick head and reel out nice and carefully the yellow tape along the soft but thick, fat shaft.

I giggled with delight upon finding his dick was exactly 8.5 inches in its soft state, clearly a freak of nature.

Not satisfied, I had Steve spread his legs out even further, and I placed the tape at the top of one of his knee caps.

“What are you measuring now?” he asked.

“Shhhh,” I responded.

I found his knees to be exactly 13.5 inches from his crotch, and I announced my finding out loud.

“So what does that mean?” he asked.

“Mr. Ed,” I said. “I have just determined that your horse-like dong does in fact hang more than halfway to your knees.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, almost embarrassed. “I’ve been thinking about getting the size reduced.” I looked at him in horror, not believing what I just heard.

“Steve you have one of the biggest dicks in the world! Why would you want to reduce its size?” I asked.

“It just gets in the way sometimes,” he said. “It’s like I almost always want to walk around naked because the damn thing is too big to wear with shorts, too big to wear with tight jeans, too big to - ”

“Wait, wait wait,” I said, interupting him. “You can’t wear shorts?”

“Where am I gonna put this?” he asked rhetorically, grabbing his dick.

“Don’t they make clothes for guys with big dicks, like instead of a big and tall, a big and hung store?” I said.

“Very funny,” he said.

“Tell you what,” I whispered. “Next week, I will take you shopping and we will get some shorts you can wear. My treat.” Steve knew I was up to something. Little did he know I was going to force him to wear a pair of shorts so tight that they would have his dick bulging out and visible to every girl on campus.

I took it upon myself to make sure every girl could see what I saw - a dick that is truly a work of art.

Chapter 5

(The story now switches to a third-person point of view.)

“Come on, we’re going to play basketball,” Saona said to Steve after he answered his door to greet her one afternoon. “I need some exercise.”

“Basketball?” asked Steve. “But I’ll kill you in basketball.”

“Wanna bet?” she asked.

Saona was bored on this day, wanting to humiliate Steve even more by beating him in his own game. Little did either know what a simple game of basketball would lead to.

Saona drove to the nearby basketball court, which gave Steve the opportunity to stare at her legs the whole time.

“I love wearing tiny shorts,” she cooed. “Makes me feel so sexy.”

Saona looked sexy as well.

“Uh…yeah,” Steve answered, trying not to get an erection.

The car rode into the parking lot, as the two saw an empty court come into view.

“What makes you think you can beat me in basketball?” asked Steve, dribbling the ball he brought along.

“I just want to prove I’m better than you in everything,” she replied. “I’m smarter than you, I’m better-looking than you, I’m more popular than you, and I bet I’m even more athletic than you, you wimp.”

Steve was now extremely motivated. Little did he know that would lead to his demise.

“We’ll just see about that,” he said.

Steve was wearing a regular-sized pair of red shorts, and a tank-top.

Saona looked like a model even in basketball gear, her short shorts and her tight top accenting the perfect body Steve has long fantasized about.

“First one to 10?” asked Steve.

“Whatever, Mr. Ed,” replied the girl. “You can have the ball first.”

The game as it turned out, was not a contest.

Trying to extract revenge for the vicious beating his balls had took a week earlier, Steve sank shot after shot, and rubbed it in by dunking for the final point.

Saona was angered, not the right thing for Steve.

“How can you jump so fucking high with a dick that big?” she asked out of disgust. “Doesn’t it weigh you down?”

“Yeah, yeah, make fun all you want, but I beat you fair and square,” he said.

Saona sure looked good the entire game, her body that is. But she couldn’t play worth a damn. Her boobs bounced the entire time, but bounce the ball well she could not.

Steve was gulping down water for refreshment while Saona tried to get him to offer her a rematch.

“One more game,” Saona said. “Only this time, I set the rules.”

“Wow, this sounds interesting,” Steve said. “What, like a game of C-O-W or something?”

A mischievous grin came across Saona’s face.

“I was thinking more like a game of H-O-R-S-E,” she said. “That would be appropriate.”

Steve was feeling awkward again.

“Can’t we please hang out for once without you teasing me about the size of my dick?” he asked.

“What? What did I say?” she said innocently.

“Nothing, just play,” he replied.

She ordered Steve to make a free throw, which he did. She followed by clanking hers off the backboard.

“You have H,” he said.

Saona then ordered him to hit a 3-pointer. Saona followed by tossing up an air ball.

“You have H-O,” he said with glee.

“This is getting boring,” she said. “Let’s make it interesting. Take your shorts off and try to make a lay-up.”

Steve didn’t think she was serious.

“Yeah right,” he said. “Come on, pick a shot.”

“Are you gonna go or not?” she asked.

“Come on, Saona, this is a public park. What if someone sees?” he asks.

There was no one within ear shot.

“Or do I have to get my cowboy boots?” she asked.

“Okay, okay,” he said.

Steve took a quick look around the park to make sure there was no one within sight, and when he saw it was clear, he quickly pulled down his shorts, tossed them aside and made a lay-in as quickly as possible.

His dong whipped from side to side along the way, slapping against his thighs, but he still made the shot.

He ran back and put his shorts back on, not noticing however, that he forgot to put his underwear on first.

“There, made it,” he said.

“Well, of course I’m not taking my shorts off so I pick another one for you,” Saona replied.

“Wow, these rules are fair,” he said sarcastically.

Saona ignored his protest, and ordered him to make a reverse dunk.

He did in fact do so, but his dong was getting closer and closer to hanging out the bottom of those red shorts.

At any moment, it might come free without the underwear to hold it in place.

Saona tried to make the dunk, but failed miserably.

“You big-dicked freak. I didn’t know how you can dunk like that,” she said, the anger building up inside her. “Why don’t you show me how long you can hang from the rim?”

Steve ran up to the hoop and grabbed hold, and as if one cue Saona ran underneath him and reached up his leg and grabbed his dong.”

“Let go,” he said out of fear, like she was going to rip it off him or something.

She did so, but yanked his shorts down for the hell of it.

“Oh thanks a lot,” he said, covering up after he got back to the ground.

The two headed back to the car, on their way back to campus.

Steve made the stupid mistake of trying to talk trash.

“What a game, huh?” he said. “I beat you 10-0 and then you almost had horse before you quit.”

“You’re the only horse in this car, you freak,” she said angrily.

Every time Steve tried to make conversation on the way home, Saona tuned him out.

She wasn’t much of a gracious loser. Getting him back, and humiliating him, was her main focus now.

The two went inside Steve’s dorm room, and he politely let her shower first.

The door, of course, was locked while Saona was in there.

She was soaping up her big boobs under the refreshing feel of the hot water, a plan forming so nicely in her head.

She reached down between her legs and soaped up her pussy, getting aroused at the thought of this evil plan.

Before it was carried out, however, she would let Steve shower.

“Mr. Ed, the shower is all yours,” she cried out while drying her hair.

Steve came into the bathroom, but was acting as though he would wait until the girl of his dreams left the room.

“Well?” she asked, turning to him. “Get in the shower.”

“I can wait until you are done,” he said politely.

“Get in the shower now,” she said in a bossy tone.

“Okay, okay,” he answered.

Saona turned away from the mirror and purposely looked down at Steve’s crotch while he got undressed.

His big penis soon came into view, and all of the anger and humiliation she felt from the game they had just played boiled over, and she seized the moment.

“Stop,” she said. “Don’t get in the shower yet.”

She put one of her sexy little feet toward his mouth, and he could not resist the temptation of putting nearly the whole thing in his mouth.

“That’s it, suck on my foot,” she said. “You’re gonna be sucking on something else in a few minutes.”

Steve got excited, but little did he know what she meant.

She took her foot out of his mouth, and sat next to him.

The sight of her gorgeous thighs caused his penis to start to grow, and it went from a thick hunk of meat lying on his leg to a hardening rod that started to rise from his crotch.

It grew hard and big so quickly that as Steve scrunched down in the sofa, his erect penis stood straight up and then smacked against his stomach. The 13-inch erection extended all the way up to the middle of his chest.

His hands tied behind his back, he could not hide it.

“Alright, time to suck your dick,” Saona said.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “You’re gonna suck your own dick.”

Steve’s jaw dropped.

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Oh don’t give me that innocent act,” she said angrily, scolding him. “I dug up some dirt on you and one of your ex-girlfriends said you can give yourself a blowjob.”

“No, she’s lying,” Steve said.

“Dammit Mr. Ed, I am not fucking around here,” she said. “Either you suck your own cock or I’ll never speak to you again.”

Steve felt so degraded. He knew he shouldn’t have beat her in basketball. And now he couldn’t believe he even had the nerve to dunk on her.

What was he thinking?

“Do it cocksucker,” she said in a mean tone.

Steve didn’t want to, and Saona started slapping him hard across the face.

“I thought guys always dreamed of giving themselves a blowjob?” Saona said.

“Yeah, but not in front of a girl,” Steve said.

“Well, start sucking,” she ordered.

Steve just wanted to get it over with at this point, and bent his head down and jutted his cock up as far as it would go, allowing the huge head to ease into his mouth.

In no time, he started fucking his own mouth.

“Oh my God, it’s true,” Saona said with a laugh. “You can suck your own dick! Keep going, you cocksucker.”

Steve was degraded beyond belief at this point, but kept going only because of his extreme lust for the woman.

Steve was really getting into it, and wanted to come and get it over with.

Saona had other ideas however.

“Here, take it out,” she said, telling him to take his cock out of his mouth.

“I don’t want you coming yet. I want you to shoot a load so big you almost choke on it.”

“But Saona,” Steve whimpered. “Don’t give me but Saona. I’m gonna play with this thing for a while.”

The blonde used her delicate little hands to manipulate Mr. Ed as best she could, stroking the mighty shaft quickly at first, and then slowly, back to a quick pace, and then slowly.

“Was your cock this big when you dunked on me? Huh, you cocksucker?” she said, stroking his 13-inch shaft.

“Saona I’m sorry - ”

She cut him off, and smacked him hard across the face.

“Shut up you cocksucker,” she said.

She then bent his cock as far down as it would go, and let it smack against his stomach with a resounding thud. She did it about five times in a row, with Steve moaning out of discomfort a few of the times.

“God I might break your dick. I better stop,” she said.

She then told him to resume blowing himself, and this time she rubbed it in, just as Steve did to her on the court.

While Steve fucked his own face, Saona furiously stroked his humongous pecker, so vigorously she had to keep switching hands out of fatigue.

Steve started to moan, and Saona demanded he shoot off in his own mouth.

The load, not surprisingly, was ridiculously large.

“Gulp it down you cocksucker,” she said.

Her slave did, but he could only swallow so much. He had to come up for air and upon doing so cried out “blah” to voice how badly the stuff tasted.

“That’s so gross,” he said.

“Guess that doesn’t taste so good, does it?” she asked.

Revenge was sweet, and a bit salty.

“TO BE CONTINUED…”