(All characters are 18+ years old)
A couple of millennia ago, a Greek slave named Aesop wrote a bunch of tales that were passed down through the ages, orally at first and finally captured once writing became more commonplace. The tales were morality stories, often involving animals in human-like situations to teach valuable truths about the world. They certainly were told for fun and for entertainment, but each also had a deeper lesson in it -- a moral. Hence, they became known as 'Aesop's Fables' rather than just 'Aesop's Stories.' The following is a somewhat similar tale, although 'roosters' and 'kittens' are replaced by...well, you know. Enjoy!
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Jasmine Cooper could finally see the light at the end of her college tunnel. One semester left to get through and she would be off to make her way in the world, her sights set on medical research. Jas had always loved science, loved numbers, loved analyzing data and finding hidden trends. She was the perfect candidate for unraveling the mysteries of life and hopefully, making some world-changing discovery that would elevate the senior to the almost ethereal status of the great scientists of the past. The harsh realities of the real world hadn't yet crushed her idealism, and so Jas kept pursuing the dream. The only thing that stood between where she was and international acclaim was passing one remaining senior-level class in Applied Statistics, taught by Professor Marcus O'Brien, a crotchety old son-of-a-bitch that loved nothing more than humiliating and denigrating any young woman with the audacity to pursue the study of science. He was a tenured misogynist who should have been sent to pasture decades earlier -- a remnant of a time that was, thankfully, lost to history, at least mostly. Truth be told, he was not nearly as old as the young collegians believed, but perception is reality, and they perceived that this guy was one old, cantankerous bastard.
O'Brien's course was notorious for destroying GPAs at best, and for actually resulting in changes to student's majors, career paths, and even causing the total withdrawal from school for those who had no other choice but to sign up for it. No one took it as an elective. He was vicious, especially to women. The exams were nearly impossible and his mandatory and graded daily homework assignments consumed whatever free time a student might be blessed to have. But the real killer was the research project and subsequent paper that every student was required to submit at the end of the semester. No exceptions. It counted for half of the grade, and his dissection of content was brutal.
Jasmine's path to scientific greatness had one singular path, and that went right through Professor O'Brien's class. If she was going to achieve her dreams, she needed to win at his game and by his rules. She wasn't really worried about the exams or the homework -- she really was that good! But the research project needed to be something special. Something so compelling that even the old bastard couldn't rip it apart. But what?
Jas spent the better part of her Fall semester thinking about how she would handle her final term in Hell. She knew about the "project." Knew that it had to be spectacular. Knew that if she was going to succeed, it had to be something that she was personally curious about, subject matter that she loved, and research that she could throw herself into fully.
From the time her tits first emerged and she became fully aware that there was a major structural difference between what she had between her legs and what the dorks in her classes had between theirs, Jasmine was fascinated by penises. Late-night slumber party talk usually turned to boys, of course, and often the girls would share tales of spying on their older sisters while they made out with their boyfriends, or reports of an erotic glimpse caught at some inopportune time. One of the braver ones had stolen a racy novel from the local bookstore, and those erotic excerpts read by flashlight to the eager ears of the others began to solidify expectations for what they would someday find when they finally got brave enough to be alone with a guy. All innocent, but exaggerated, nonetheless. By the time she entered adulthood, Jas was convinced that every dick she would meet would be seven, eight, or more inches long with a diameter bigger than a Coke can. Her earliest experiences fell way short of that mark, of course, and the emerging scientist in her started to wonder what the truth really was.
What she and her inexperienced girlfriends really had no way to know, was that the guys were all privately having similar thoughts, but with vastly more concern about how they measured up and if they had been short-changed by the genetic lottery. For most of them, porn was their only glimpse at another guy's erection, and for nearly all, their own didn't come close to the proportions that they saw in those videos. Far from it. Never mind that camera angles and other tricks were usually leveraged to exaggerate the already substantial dimensions of the actors. Added to that were the internet's man-on-the-street videos where young women were asked about their ideal size in a cock, and where desired minimum requirements were always presented as absurdly large. For most of the guys, an uneasy sense of inadequacy was building within their psyches, and the embers of underlying self-doubt that would haunt many throughout their lives were beginning to glow brightly.
Late one December evening in her off-campus apartment, mid-way through her senior year, her mouth once again extracted spurts of semen from the erect cock attached to some random lucky guy whose swipe on the dating app had happened at just the right time. She knew that she didn't owe him anything sexual after he paid for dinner and a movie, but truth be told, Jas enjoyed sucking on a dick as much as the guys enjoyed having her do it for them. From the first time that her hand had discovered one in the backseat of a car parked along a dirt road, she had loved playing with cocks. Loved everything about them -- all sizes, shapes, textures, colors -- everything. Jas relished the surprise of discovery when a new one emerged before her and no two were ever exactly the same. Most of the time they were already hard as a rock and desperate for release, but sometimes she got to actually watch as a flaccid one grew right before her eyes. She loved what she could do with them and what she could make them do. Loved the differences -- the ones that erupted quickly and the ones that made her work for her reward. Squirters and dribblers. High volume producers and those that delivered only a few drops. And the tastes -- so many! The variety was endless, but nearly always in a much more compact size than what she had anticipated was the norm prior to the beginning of her sexual journey. With her mouth still wrapped around her latest conquest's deflating cock, a crazy idea started to take form. Could she actually go through with it?
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"Most of you have probably heard about the rigor that I require from students in my class," Professor O'Brien pontificated. "IF -- and I emphasize the word IF -- you are somehow able to internalize the complexities of my course material, and IF you are willing to work harder than you have worked in your entire life, MAYBE you will exit in the Spring with a grade that will result in your graduation. Most of you are too ignorant and lazy to pass my course. Too bad for you." He continued. "You have certainly heard of the notorious 'Research Project' that I require from you. If you hope to achieve a passing grade, you will need to be creative, rigorous, and daring. I expect -- nay, demand -- nothing less from you. Impress me. The world is harsh, and so am I."
With that as the introduction on the first day of class, Professor O'Brien scared half of the students to the Registrar's Office to withdraw from his course, another third to the Dean's Office to complain about him, and left just a couple of them -- Jasmine included -- preparing to face his challenge head on. She had her plan. Now to execute it.
Jas sat staring at the ruler sitting on her desk. She kept looking at the number seven on the inch scale. Nearly every DM session that she had ever had with a prospective date had at some point included him claiming to have a seven-inch cock for her to enjoy. Sometimes the more confident, or perhaps more honest, lotharios would admit with a bit of trepidation that theirs was actually a little over six, and on occasion, the bolder even dared profess to eight inches or more. But seven was the most common claim. But only once had she actually seen one that even came close to the length of the gauge on her table. Jas was pretty good at estimating dimensions and there was no way in Hell that these guys had any sense of reality. Had she just been statistically unlucky or was reality actually a whole lot less than they claimed? She had enjoyed a whole lot of dicks in her life, and her sample size was pretty substantial. Jasmine understood math well enough to know that the chances of all of them being below average was pretty slim. Maybe the tribal knowledge pertaining to penis size passed among the estrogen army wasn't as accurate as they were all led to believe. Maybe the guys had an impossible standard that they were all trying to live up to, at least in their sales pitch as they battled each other in the competition to get laid.
And then there was girth. Most of the guys felt about the same in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Once again, her trusty ruler told her that most were probably closer to an inch and a half wide, not the two-and-a-half inches of the soda can on her desk. Grabbing her calculator, that meant a girth of about four-and-a-half inches was closer to reality than the nearly eight that so many claimed to have! It was time to see if there was any scientific data that she could find on the subject.
The internet is an amazing place. It's also the greatest depository of bullshit ever conceived by humankind! Jas waded through page after page of penis enlargement products and racist garbage as she searched for the real truth. It was clear from the thousands of pornographic photos and videos that popped up in her search of "penis size" that she was going to have to look hard to see if there was any real data about real penises out there, or her project would have no substantive basis for comparison. Then, she found an actual study in a legitimate scientific journal!
