"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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He strolled into the classroom over twenty minutes late. Again. It was the last class of the week, a study hall for students taking the absolute minimum of classes to graduate. Most of the time he just skipped. He was repeating the Senior Year and at almost twenty years old was at least a year older than the other students.
"Mr. Manhorse, I will see you after class." the teacher announced as he ambled to his seat in the back row.
"Whatever," was the laconic reply. Sprawling into his seat, legs jutting out into the aisle, he seemed the very picture of indolent, uncaring youth. The sight just made the teacher even madder.
Probably just what he intended, the teacher thought to herself.
Ms. Catherine Carnale was only a few years older than the students she was supposed to supervise. With her fine, ash blonde hair, flawless porcelain skin and big blue eyes she looked younger than many of her students. She had graduated with an MS in Education just the previous spring. This was her first teaching job. She hated it. The kids had no ambition, she had no control of them and everyone knew it. And Richard Manhorse was the worst of the lot, she knew.
At the end of the period, the last period of the day, the student made as if to leave without stopping at the teacher's desk as he had been instructed.
"MISTER Manhorse," she rapped with all the authority she could muster. "I will see you NOW!"
"Okay, teach, whatever." He approached the side of her desk.
"Today is not the first time that you have been late for this study hall," she began. "Do you have anything to say?"
"Well, I've got an excuse, Ms. Carnale." He made a point of reading her name plate as if he didn't know her name.
"Oh, an excuse?" she replied. "Well I'd like to see this excuse."
"Really? Well, okay." He gave her a twisted smile as he spoke.
Slowly he reached down and unbuckled his belt. As the teacher gaped in shock, he unfastened his pants and slid his hand into his crotch.
"My God," she gasped, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just doing what you told me to. I'm showing you my excuse," he replied. "Here it is!"
He twisted his wrist and out flopped his penis and testicles. As she stared in confusion and horror he gripped the meaty appendage and stretched it out in front of him. He could barely reach around it in it's soft state and the head drooped off of his palm as he held it for her to look at.
"This is my excuse, Ms. Carnale. I've got the biggest, longest, thickest cock in the whole damn school and the girls won't leave it alone! Today I got pulled into the janitor's closet by the head cheerleader and she showed me how she earned her title!" He sneered down at the young teacher.
"Want to see how big it gets, Teach?"
She was too flustered to answer. No one had ever done anything like this before. She had had sex. It had been a sweaty wrestling match in the dark. She had never seen a man's penis. Her boyfriend had not wanted the lights on when they made love.
She focused on his hands and saw that he was pulling on his penis which was gaining heft and size as she watched.
"NO! I don't want to see how big it gets!" she declared.
"Oh, come on. Aren't you just a little curious?" he asked.
As he spoke she put her hands up in front of her to ward off the rapidly hardening dick that was bouncing in front of her.
"Never," she declared, "Get out of here you disgusting pig! I'll report you to the Principal." she threatened.
"Go ahead," he replied. "She can't take it all, anyway. Most women can't. But she tried really, really hard!" His sneering voice held a great deal of pride. He smiled nastily at her while he kept up pulling on his penis.
Whether by accident or design, the head of his penis slapped against both of her palms before he took a half step back and tucked himself away. She could see the bulging tubular shape being held against his thigh by his tight pants before he turned and arrogantly strolled away.
After washing her hands in the Ladies Room she rushed to report what had happened to the Principal. But the older woman had already left the building. She knew Mr. Horseman had been lying when he said that he and the Principal had had carnal relations. The Principal, while in her mid-forties, was a very straight-laced woman. She would never have done anything with a student. No matter how endowed he might be.
Over the weekend she kept recalling the events of that Friday afternoon. Washing her hands repeatedly didn't help. She could still smell him on her hands.
Over and over the sight ran thru her minds eye. Pulling out the soft but massive penis. His hand manipulating it, making it grow. And how quickly it had grown! If he truly had just been 'serviced' by the Head Cheerleader it had not satisfied him or he had remarkable recovery powers, she concluded.
He didn't appear in class on Monday or Tuesday and Teacher was about to forget the whole thing when he arrived on Wednesday. On time!
With an arrogant look on his face he quietly sat in his usual seat in the back of the classroom.
The hour was passing as usual when she had to pass by him to get some papers from the filing cabinet in the back of the room.
Her path, innocently, was down the aisle next to his desk. As she approached she saw that his legs were blocking the aisle. As she slowed, intending to instruct him to sit up straight, she saw that his left hand was occupied stroking and manipulating his crotch and the thick log of his penis as it stretched down his pant leg toward his knee.
'Eight inches!' she thought to herself. 'It's at least eight inches long!' She had never heard of such a thing. Never imagined anything like it.
She found that she had stopped and was staring at him. He was smiling placidly up at her, still working himself to harder and longer lengths. Was he staring at her chest? Her legs?
Finally she forced herself to look away and stepped over him to finish her errand. She took a different route to the front of the classroom.
