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CALLING ALL GIRLS
by Jenny Wanshel


Tommy woke up with a raging hard-on.

God, it was so hard it hurt!

He opened the fly of his pajamas and took a look. His dick was huge, 
purple and swollen.

It was so heavy it would not even stand up straight.

Boy, it looks really big, he thought. I wonder how big?

It was Saturday, so he did not have to get up and go to school. His
mom didn't even call him to breakfast.

He went over to his bureau, opened a drawer and rummaged around
until he found a measuring tape. 

He wrapped the tape around his erection. Six inches around, he
read. 

Then he stretched the tape from the base of his penis to the tip.
It was eight inches.

Eight inches! He gasped. It had never measured that long before.

He gazed at his huge purple erection in astonishment. It had been
a long time since he measured himself. He thought of his dick as
being around 6 inches long and about 5 around -- a normal guy.

Was there something wrong with his eyes? He must have made a mistake. 
He measured again, and a third time. It came out the same. Eight inches
long, and six around.

An eight incher, he thought. Wow! I have a big dick!

He couldn't believe it.

Tommy needed to pee really bad. He had drunk nearly a quart of Mountain 
Dew staying up late on his computer. But he didn't want to lose this
erection. His penis was as stiff as a rock.

He found his camera and took a picture of it. Then he took a couple more.

Can this be for real? he thought. I must be dreaming! It was never
this big before.

He remembered Cindy telling him he had a thick penis, a few months
back, but he had thought she was just flattering him. Or maybe she was
just inexperienced -- she was only just 15, after all, like he was.

Six inches around was fairly thick, he knew. And eight long -- that was a
real pussy stretcher! Betty Ann had told him he was banging her in the
cervix, that time, but she had a tight little pussy and he hadn't thought
anything of it. 

Betty Ann liked his dick -- she just asked him to be careful and not 
thrust so deep. He liked Betty Ann -- for a 16 year old she had a pretty 
big set of melons.

Cindy had told him his dick hurt -- "but it's a nice hurt", she said. 
That wasn't why she broke up with him. He made the mistake of admitting
that he was still in love with Betty Ann, and then Cindy called him and
said she didn't want to see him any more. 

And then Betty Ann had dumped him. So he didn't have either of them, and
he hadn't gone out on a date in months.

God, this is big, he thought. Some girl is going to be really impressed
with this!

He wondered who the next girl he screwed was going to be. Marla? She
was pretty but kind of chunky. She definitely had the hots for him. He
was pretty sure Marla was a virgin and he thought he'd probably kill 
her if he put this big erection inside her.

Susan? Susan was about the prettiest blonde in the school. And way
out of Tommy's league. She dated older rich boys with sports cars.

Lucy? Lucy would probably screw him. She was shy and nerdy and had 
glasses. Lucy would want him to be her steady boyfriend, if he took
her out, and she was kinda plain and dorky -- and she had pimples.

And then there was Miss Abernathy. Miss Abernathy was the prettiest
English teacher in the school, and she knew it. She was only 25 and
had beautiful round curves, from her ripe swinging ass to her big
bouncing boobs. She had long wavy brunette hair and a smile that
would melt you. And she was single. Miss Abernathy was a knockout.

Miss Abernathy was his number one masturbation fantasy. 

She'd never go out with a 15 year old kid, though. Not in a million
years. 

He looked at his big purple dick. I bet Miss Abernathy has never 
even seen one this big! he thought proudly.

I must be getting a growth spurt, he thought.

I have a big dick, I have a big dick! he chanted to himself in a
singsong voice like a little kid.

He had to show this to somebody and impress her. But who?

"Tommy, are you coming down for lunch?" his mother yelled from the
foot of the stairs.

"Coming, Mother," he shouted.

He had to go to the bathroom and pee first. He went to the bathroom
and his dick was swollen so hard he could not pee at first, but
finally it came. 

He emptied out his bladder and his penis softened and shrunk. He
sighed with relief -- it didn't hurt any more.

His soft penis hung down thick and soft between his legs. When
did it get so big? he wondered. 

It had been a while, since his dick had been in a girl. His growth spurt
must have crept up on him. He knew he had gained a couple of inches
in height and 20 pounds weight sometime in the last few months. 

I am well-hung! he exulted. WELL-ENDOWED!! I, Tommy Holden, have a
goddamn great big huge pussy-stretching monster of a penis! 

He shouted a rebel yell in joy. "YEEE-HAW!"

"Tommy, is something the matter?" his mom shouted from the dining
room.

"No Mom," he shouted back down the stairs, "I feel great! Just great!"

                           * * * * * *

"God, you have a big cucumber," Marla said when he showed it to her.

He pulled his underwear down and showed himself off proudly. His
pants were around his ankles. 

"I've never seen one THAT big," Marla said. 

He was surprised she had seen any. Who knew Marla wasn't a virgin?

"You've seen guys' dicks before?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I'm not a virgin -- what did you think?"

He had thought she was a virgin -- as did most of his friends.

"Nah, I've done it lots of times. I've been screwing since I was
13. Want me to give you a blowjob?"

"Sure," Tommy said. Wow! Marla was giving him a blowjob! 

Marla kneeled before his big engorged prick and sucked the head
of it into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk. 

She couldn't get any more of it into her mouth. Just the head
of his dick. 

She sucked on the first inch of his dick.

Marla looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can only get a little bit of it into
my mouth. My mouth is too small."

"That's okay," Tommy said. "Show me your tits, Marla. Please?"

Marla stood up, smiled, and unbuttoned her blouse. 

Underneath it was a frilly white bra. 

Marla unhooked her bra straps and tugged down her bra. 

Two nice pink breasts popped out of her bra cups. Her tits were 
cupcake-sized, with nice pink puffy nipples.

Her nipples were standing out stiff in excitement.

"Nice rack," Tommy said.

"Thank you."

Tommy put out his hands and felt Marla's boobs. They felt nice.
Warm, soft, and smooth.

"You should see how they've grown lately, Tommy. I was in an
A cup bra when I went away to camp this summer, and now I am
a B cup!"

Marla thrust her chest out in pride.

I know how you feel, Tommy thought.

"Want to play "milk the cow"?" Tommy asked.

"What's that?"

"You get down on all fours like a cow, and I lie down with my
head under you and milk your tits into my mouth, like a cow."

Marla assumed the position and Tommy lay under her, with her
soft tits hanging down into his face. He cupped one of her
boobs with his hands and milked it gently with her excited
nipple in his mouth. 

Her swaying boobs stroked her hard nipple back and forth across
his tongue.

"This is nice," Marla said. "That feels good."

Tommy sighed in contentment as he sucked on her tit.

"You're the first boy that's sucked on them since they got so
big," Marla said. "Are they nice?"

"They feel incredible," Tommy said. He stroked the soft flesh of
her pendulous tit with his hands. "So full! They are really firm.
And your skin is so smooth." He licked it with his tongue.

"Thank you," Marla said. "Do you really like them?"

"I think you are really stacked in the chest department, Marla.
These are the kind men like."

Marla sighed happily. 

Tommy was such a smooth talker! Listening to him, she just knew
it was true. She did have a nice chest. The kind men like!

"I want to get you inside me now, Tommy!"

Marla rolled over on her back and pulled her pants down. Her
white underpants came down next. 

Marla spread her thighs.

"Put it in me now, Tommy! I can't wait!"

Tommy hoisted himself over her and positioned his powerful dick
at the entrance to her vagina. 

He slid his big dick up and down in the wet puffy slit between
her legs to get it wet.

Then he inserted the huge tip in her tight little opening and
pushed.

"Unh!" Marla whimpered.

He pushed some more.

"I can feel you stretching me! I have never had one this big
before Tommy -- be gentle!"

He pushed in farther.

"Omigod! Omigod omigod omigod! Wow -- I can feel that all over my 
body -- it's like you're splitting me apart!"

Tommy was not even halfway in. He started sliding his dick back
and forth in her wet box.

Pretty soon Marla sighed and relaxed. 

"It feels better now. You can go deeper," she said.

Tommy pushed his dick in deeper.

"Am I really tight, Tommy?"

"You are super tight, Marla. I can feel your pussy stretching!"

"Yes, you are stretching me good. I have never had a boy who was
as big as you before. You have got a really big cucumber!"

"Do you like having a big cucumber inside you?"

"I don't know yet. Put it in some more -- I can take it now."

Tommy stretched her pussy even farther as he thrust in another
inch or two.

"Oh. My. God. I am really full. I feel really, really, really full."

"Your cunt is squeezing me like a vise, Marla."

"Yeah, I'm really tight, aren't I! I wasn't that tight with the
last guy I did it with. It's you. I have not been stretched like
this since I was a virgin!"

"So Marla, who got your cherry?"

"I'm not telling. It's someone you know, though."

"Ted Armstrong?"

"Him? I'm not telling."

"I wanta know who I've got a bigger dick than."

"It doesn't matter. You've got a bigger dick than any of the guys
in our class."

"What? How do you know?"

"Girls talk, you know."

"So who am I bigger than?"

"All of them! You are bigger than Ted, Billy, Wazzy, Fred, George,
Jimmy-Dog..."

"Jimmy-Dog! You slept with Jimmy-Dog? I don't believe it."

"Of course not! I wouldn't touch him to save my life. Another girl
did. Like I said, girls talk."

"Jesus. He's like an animal -- only scuzzier. Who slept with him?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"I'm surprised anyone would. I would have bet he'd still be a virgin
when he's 30."

"Oh, you are very wrong. Girls do find him kind of attractive, in
his own way. He has a sort of "animal magnetism"."

"I believe the animal part."

"Anyway, HE thinks he has a big one, but guess what. You're bigger."

"Really?"

"I told you. I think you have the biggest one in our class. I'll have
to ask Susie. Can I measure you?"

"Susie? You mean Susan Crawford? Our Susan Crawford?"

"Little Miss Perfect? Yeah, she has all you guys fooled, doesn't she.
She's slept with a lot more guys than I have."

"Our Susie? A slut? You can't be serious."

"She really has you all fooled. That sweet "I'm just a minister's daughter
who sings in the choir" act. She is like a total slut, believe me."

Tommy thrust in another inch.

"Wow! God you're big. I can't wait to tell Susie my new boyfriend is
bigger than any of hers!"

Boyfriend?! Tommy thought. Uh, waitaminute, hold on there...

"Now fuck my ass off with your big cock, you well-endowed stud!" Marla
whooped gleefully.

                         *   *   *   *   *   *

Two days later Susan Crawford actually walked up to him in the hall
at school and smiled. She had a twinkle in her eye.

"Hey Tommy -- would you like to come over to my house and hang out
after school? We have a pool."

"Uh, sure." 

"Great! Meet me after school and you can ride home with me on the bus."

I can't believe Susie just asked me to come hang out with her, Tommy
thought as she walked away. She is one of the prettiest girls in our school!
She'll probably be the homecoming queen in a few years. I thought she 
was only interested in older guys.

Susie gave her pert ass a little wiggle as she walked away. Her long
blonde hair flounced.

I wonder if Marla would be mad if she found out, he thought. Should
I tell Susie that Marla thinks I'm her boyfriend? God, she probably
already knows. They're friends.

Maybe Marla will be there at Susie's after school. Maybe we're all
going to hang out together.

Well, if being Marla's boyfriend means I get to hang out with Susie,
great. Susie is really popular -- I'll be hanging out with the
"social elite" instead of dining with the nerds at the Dungeons and
Dragons table at lunch.

                     *        *       *       *

"So who else is coming?" Tommy asked Susie as they rode home
together on the school bus.

"Whoever shows up, I guess," Susie smiled. She gave Tommy's hand
a little squeeze. "Don't worry, it'll be fun, I promise you."

When they arrived at Susie's block they got off with a bunch of
younger kids and walked into her home.

"Anyone home?" Susie shouted. There was no answer.

"I guess we're alone," she said. "Wanna go out back and jump in
the pool?"

"Sure," Tommy said. "But I don't have a swimsuit."

"You can use one of my dad's."

She went away and came back with a swimsuit that was several sizes
too big.

"Can you wear this?"

"I don't think so," Tommy said. "You're dad must be a lot bigger 
than me."

"Well, try it on anyway. Maybe you can cinch it up."

She pointed him into a bathroom and he went in and undressed. Her
father's bathing suit was way too big.

He tried to cinch it with the drawstring but it would not cinch
tight enough. He had to hold it up with one hand.

When he came out of the bathroom Susie had already changed into
her bikini. 

It was a tiny string bikini that left nothing to the imagination.

Tommy's eyes practically popped out of his head. Two little
triangles of cloth failed to cover all of her round breasts.

Her tits were full, ripe and tanned.

A little triangle of cloth between her legs barely covered
her golden pussy.

When she turned around, Tommy's heart almost stopped. A skimpy
little thong in her butt crack left her entire ass naked. 

 From her dainty little feet to her swanlike neck Susie had a
perfectly rounded, gorgeous, pneumatic little 15 year old figure. 

Her curves couldn't help popping out of her bikini.

He followed her out to the backyard deck and they splashed 
into the pool.

"Wow, this water feels cool," Tommy said. It was a hot day.

"Yeah, isn't it great?"

They splashed around for a few minutes and then Tommy discovered
he had lost his bathing trunks. They had slipped right off while
he was horsing around.

"Uh, don't look now, but I think I lost my trunks," Tommy said
with a blush. "Those things are way too big for me, I think they
slipped off."

"They they are at the bottom of the pool," Susie said. "But don't
bother getting them. We usually skinny dip anyway."

Susie pulled off her bikini and let it drop to the bottom of the 
pool.

Susie was naked in the pool with him. And he was naked too.

"There now, that's much better," she said. "I don't want to get
a tan line anyway."

She splashed a wave of water at Tommy that soaked him, and giggled.

Tommy splashed her back, and they had a water fight. 

Then they had a race to see who could swim 10 laps the fastest,
and Susie won, by two laps.

"I'm all out of breath," she said. "Let's rest on the deck."

Tommy wondered if she would put her suit back on before getting
out of the pool. She didn't.

Tommy climbed out of the pool naked and stood beside her on the
deck.

Susie's bare wet body gleamed as the water ran off her. Tommy
checked out her perfect breasts and tried not to stare.

Susie checked him out.

"So there's that big weenie of yours Marla was telling us
about," Susie giggled. She pointed. "It looks like it didn't
shrink much in the water."

She stood face to face with Tommy with her breasts pressing
against his chest, and put her soft little manicured hand
down and cupped his dick in her hand.

"Marla says you're bigger than my boyfriend down there. Can
I see?"

She squeezed his dick with her hand.

"I just want to see how big it is. I know you're Marla's boyfriend
so don't get any ideas! I wouldn't do that to her. I just want to
see if she's telling the truth about how "well-endowed" you are.
Are you?"

"I guess."

"You guess? Aren't you sure?" she teased.

"I'm sure."

"Yes?"

"I'm hung like a bull."

"I've never seen a bull. Are you a bull down here?"

"Yeah, I am."

"We'll see. Marla bet me ten dollars -- "

"She bet you?!"

"-- that you had the biggest weenie I've ever seen."

"I can't believe you and Marla are such a pair of sluts,"
Tommy said.

"We aren't sluts. I am a very nice girl. I get straight "A"s
and I have perfect posture. And I go to church twice a week.
I say grace before every meal."

She knelt on the deck, clasped her hands together, and prayed.

"Thank you Lord for the bounty we are about to receive."

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile. Tommy thought she
looked like a naughty angel.

She knelt at his feet and took his penis into her mouth. She
closed her eyes and a rapturous expression spread over her
face as she sucked his cock.

"Ummmm," she said, "I can feel it getting bigger."

Tommy's soft penis swelled to rock hardness in her mouth.

"It's getting bigger!" she said.

Soon it was too big for Susie to fit in her mouth any more. It
slipped out.

"You're rock hard now," she said. 

She looked at his hard, swollen dick.

"Oh, you are very big," she said. "Very big."

Susie stared at his erect manhood for a long minute.

She stroked it gently with her fingertips.

"I can't be sure, but I think Marla may have won our bet,"
she said.

"It's eight inches long," Tommy said. "Want to measure me?"

"I can see how big it is. I don't need to measure. I measure
with my eyes. And I have one other way I can measure you, if
you want to."

"How is that?"

"You could put it inside me, you know."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, but can you get me ready first? I am going to need to be 
lubricated before you try to put that fat thing in me."

"Okay!"

The finest girl in school was begging him to screw her! Tommy
was on top of the world.

Tommy lay down next to Susie on the deck and kissed her. Her
felt her breasts, and he could feel the hard pinpoints of her
nipples pressing into his palm.

He felt between her legs. She was damp, and she sighed when
he found her love button.

Susie pumped his cock up and down with her fist. She could not
get her hand all the way around it.

"I think you have a big one alright," she said. "I won't know
if it's the biggest I've ever seen until I feel it inside me."

"So you like big dicks," he said.

"I like boys. I like all their dicks. The big ones are very
nice. I come very easily, you know. Sometimes I have multiple
orgasms. I like boys a lot. Especially a nice boy like you,
Tommy. You know a girl could really fall for you hard."

Susie started making little moaning noises in her throat as
he stroked her labia. 

He could feel how damp and open and needy her pussy was. It was
like kneading dough as he fondled her between her legs.

"Oh, god, I need you now, Tommy. Try to put it in!"

Tommy got on top of her and put his big dick into her vagina. He
found the wet, throbbing hole quickly. 

She cried out as he entered her, with a loud gasp!

"Oh Tommy it's big!"

He slid into her soft, yielding cunt.

"Oh Jesus you are stretching me out. Oh Tommy, yes you are
well-hung alright. Oh, good, come on now, enter me, please.
Go deeper."

Her hot wet pussy was throbbing like a racing engine around his 
cock.

He slid his cock deeper inside her.

Susie made little gasping noises.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Tommy kept thrusting into her until he couldn't go any further.

"No farther!" she gasped. Her soft brown eyes were round in excitement.
"You're hitting me in the cervix now! No deeper, it hurts!"

She brought her soft, ruby red lips up close to his and he felt her
hot breath in his nostrils as they kissed.

Underneath him, her luxurious golden hips rolled under him as she
raised her hungering pussy eagerly to meet every thrust.

"You're the biggest," she whispered in his ear. "The biggest I've ever
had! You've won Marla's bet!" 

He kept thrusting. His muscles gleamed with sweat under the hot sun
as he pumped in and out of her.

"Marla was right about you. I am sure you must be bigger than any
other boy in our class. Oh, Tommy, it feels so goooood!"

Tommy worked his ass like a madman, fucking the prettiest girl
on the school. Susie's naked body trembled under him in ecstasy
as they writhed together on the deck.

"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Fuck me good! Keep fucking! Oh please
keep fucking! Your dick feels fantastic inside me! I feel soooo
full!"

Tommy's big dick was wet with her fragrant juices as he fucked
in and out of Susie's gorgeous 15 year old body.

"Are you going to come?" he asked her.

"I already have! And I feel another coming! Oh don't STOPPPPPPP!!!!!!"

Susie screamed in ecstasy.

Tommy tried to cover her mouth. Susie let out another loud cry.

He wondered if the neighbors could hear.

He placed his mouth over hers and kissed her to make her quiet.

Inside their interlocked bodies, Tommy's painful nut popped and
a river of hot semen flooded Susie's golden, shivering body. 

"I can feel you coming inside me," she whispered. "It's okay,
I am on the pill! Go ahead and come in me, all you want."

They lay together on the dock, their naked, sweating bodies
entwined.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"That was one of the nicest comes I ever had."

"You are welcome."

"You know, Tommy, if you and Marla ever break up..."

"Well, actually..."

"No, I can't do that to Marla. I guess it will just have to be
this once, Tommy. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did -- if
boys can enjoy it that much. You have no idea what you did to
me inside. My insides are all soft and gooey from being stirred
up by your big thing. It's nice getting fucked by a big one once
in a while."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Tommy admired the perfect hemispheres of Susie's breasts as she
lay beneath him.

"Your breasts are magnificent," he said.

"Thank you! You took longer to say that than any boy I've ever been
with."

"That's because all of you is magnificent. You have magnificent toes,
magnificent ankles, magnificent calves, magnificent thighs..."

"Oh, look Tommy, your dick is still hard!"

"Let's do it again! Want to?"

"Oh yes!"

                          *       *       *

Miss Abernathy was the prettiest teacher in the school, and she
knew it.

She had beautiful brown hair, sparkling green eyes, ivory skin,
even white teeth, long tapered legs, a firm round ass, a tight
waist and a big round pair of milky jugs straining under her
36D bra.

She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

"Do you like what you see?" she said in a soft voice.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

"Yes, not too bad," she answered herself.

She was only 25 and the Big Ones had not started to droop yet. Her
firm ripe melons stood high on her chest, capped with big pink
nipples that ached to be kissed.

"Why can't I get a man?" she sighed. 

Let's face it, she told herself. You are pretty good looking, even
if you have to say so yourself. Why isn't there a man here with you?

She looked down ruefully at the vibrator on her dresser. 

"It's just you and me, chum," she said. 

Another Saturday night at home alone with a bowl of chocolate
ice cream, a romance novel, and her trusty vibrator.

Darn it, she though to herself. You'd think with all I have to
offer I could attract a big strong man to come get in this bed
with me. And pleasure me with his big hard dick until I come
screaming.

But where can I find a man like that? And why doesn't he find me?
Why do I have to take the initiative all the time?

Miss Abernathy pulled off her panties, turned on the cable TV and
lay back on her bed. The vibrator whirred.

               *            *           *            *

Tommy walked Marla home from school nearly every day. Sometimes a
boy in a red sports car would pick up Susan and drive her home, and
every time he watched her drive off with the rich boy it hurt like
a knife twisting in his gut.

Tommy wanted to be with Susan. And he knew Susan was willing to be
with him. But Susan was Marla's friend and Marla would not let him
off the hook. He was trapped with her.

Why does being 15 feel so painful, he thought. Is it always going
to be like this?

In class, Miss Abernathy had announced the topic of the mid-term
theme. They were to write a 10-page (10 whole pages!) theme on
"Problems of Adolescent Life", drawing upon their own personal
experiences.

Well, I sure have problems enough, Tommy thought. But I am sure not
going to write a ten page essay about THAT one.

                  *      *       *      *        *

Miss Abernathy blinked and stared at the student's mid-term paper
in astonishment. 

She had seen some pretty amazing personal things in student essays
before. But this--!

She read the paragraph again.

  "I made the mistake of telling my best friend that my boyfriend 
  is "well-endowed" so now she wants to take him away from me, and
  my boyfriend wants to break up with me to be with her! And he is
  the only boy I have ever been with who could give me climaxes."

Needs to break up that long run-on sentence with a period, Miss
Abernathy thought. And "climaxes" is a poor word choice.

Who wrote this one? She looked at the title page again. The paper
was young Marla Thornberry's. Well, that figures, Miss Abernathy
thought. She's only 15 and she's been sprouting up like a weed 
these last few months, and her hormones must be driving her crazy. 

I wonder what young Marla considers "well-endowed" in a boyfriend, 
Miss Abernathy thought to herself. A little smile played over her 
face and she licked her lips. 

She finished grading the paper and moved on to the next. Hmm, Susan
Crawford's essay, she thought. She's always good.

She started reading, red pencil at the ready. By the time she got 
down to the second page her eyes were round in surprise.

                      *        *          *

"You wanted to see me, Miss Abernathy?"

"Yes, Tommy. I wanted to see you in private about the mid-term
assignment. Can you drop by my place after school?"

"Can't I see you here?"

"I think it would be best if we discussed this in private since
it involves other students, and I would not want any of your
fellow students to overhear."

"Honest, Miss Abernathy -- I wrote that paper myself. I didn't
copy it from anyone."

"I didn't say you did. We'll discuss it after school. Here's
my address."

                     *         *          *

Miss Abernathy did not want Tommy to get the wrong idea so
she changed into blue jeans and a baggy denim work shirt with
a heavy minimizer bra flattening her breasts like a bandage
underneath. Then she scrubbed off her makeup and put her hair
up in a bun.

There, she thought, inspecting herself in the mirror. I look
all business. Practically sexless. I hope these jeans aren't
too tight -- I don't want Tommy checking out my ass.

The doorbell rang. She pulled off her earrings, made one final
check in the mirror to wipe away a stray residue of eye-liner,
and went to answer the door.

Tommy came in bashfully when she opened the door and took the
chair she offered him. He checked out her digs -- she sure
doesn't live well on a teacher's pay, he thought. It was a
modest little apartment furnished with hand-me-downs.

She offered him a soda from the refrigerator.

She sat down in a chair across from him.

"Tommy, two students both wrote about the same thing in their essay."

He squirmed.

"Was I one of them?"

"No. They both wrote about you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Tommy, apparently you have two different girls in hysterics.
They are fighting over you."

"Over me?"

"I can't tell you the specifics of what they wrote, but these two
girls used to be good friends and then you slept with both of them
and now they want to kill each other."

"Me?" Tommy squeaked.

"Yes, you. Tommy, you kids are only 15. Girls that age are very
vulnerable. I should know -- I had my heart broken when I was
their age.

"I don't think you realize the damage you could cause. Boys your
age never do."

"Miss Abernathy -- I...I'm sorry."

"Why did you have to sleep with your girlfriend's best friend?"

"I didn't want to -- she just grabbed me. And anyway Marla is
not my girlfriend. She just suddenly announced that I was her
boyfriend without asking me."

Miss Abernathy was bemused.

"I don't know which of those statements to follow up first.
What do you mean she grabbed you? And what do you mean she
didn't ask you if she could be your girlfriend?"

"Well, you know, I mean, we were like just having sex and she
just blurted out "Wait 'til I tell Susie about my new boyfriend,"
just like that. And we were only having sex! I was like, "What
new boyfriend? Who? Me?""

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. You have to understand -- to a girl --
to a girl that age, I mean -- if you are having sex that means
you are a couple. Because if she was having sex with you and you 
weren't her boyfriend that would make her a slut."

"Well, she didn't tell me that before she took her shirt off."

"I know. Girls never explain anything. You have to just know
how they feel. That is part of learning to be a man."

Tommy looked at his shoes shame-facedly.

"Now what about this other girl? What do you mean, she grabbed
you? That's not what she said in her essay."

"I mean, she just -- oh, Miss Abernathy, please don't make me
tell you."

"You can tell me. I won't repeat it, I promise."

"She grabbed me -- you know -- we were skinny-dipping in her
family's pool -- "

"You were skinny-dipping? And whose idea was that?"

"Hers! It wasn't my idea. We were just hanging out and we
started skinny-dipping 'cause her father's swimming suit wouldn't
fit me, and then she just kinda walked up to me and put her hand
on me, like you know, in a sexual way."

"You mean she felt your crotch?"

"Yeah, like that, kinda."

"Tommy, do you have any idea how many times girls have come to me
in tears because somebody, a boy or even a teacher, grabbed their 
crotch? Don't be embarrassed to tell me. Were you upset?"

"Well it did kinda freak me out, yeah."

"You weren't too freaked out to have sex with her."

"Well, you see, I mean -- it was Susan Crawford. Susan Crawford!"

"You mean "Susan Crawford, the prettiest girl in school and future
head cheerleader, class president and homecoming queen" -- that
Susan Crawford?"

"Well, yeah. I've only had a severe crush on her since the sixth
grade."

"You and about 40 other boys. So it was Susan Crawford, your big
crush, and she...made a move on you, and you fell into her arms
and let her have her way with you because you felt all butterflies
inside and you couldn't open your mouth to say no?"

"You're making it sound kinda silly."

"I'm sorry -- I am laughing at you a little. So stuck-up little
Miss Goody-Goody, who was up there on a pedestal where nobody
could ever attain her, took off all her clothes and jumped on
you. God, you have to be the luckiest bastard in the school.
Excuse my language."

Miss Abernathy was trying to hard to contain her giggles that
tears came to her eyes. She shook with bottled up laughter.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"And did Miss Crawford tell you why she was doing this to her
best friend's boyfriend?"

"She uh, she said they had a bet."

"Yes, I know all about it."

"You do?"

Neither of the girls had said anything about a bet. But the minute
he said it, she knew. Of course. Marla, the plain jane who was a
little chunky around the hips, couldn't resist trying to one-up
her glamorous, popular pal, so she started bragging.

"Yes. They made some sort of stupid bet about your, you know..."

"I know."

"Your size."

"Yeah."

Miss Abernathy smiled sympathetically.

"What a couple of boneheads. I'd like to knock their heads
together. Now they are both in hysterics, because you, you
teenage knucklehead, couldn't keep your swimming trunks on
and pass up the opportunity to expose your impressive 
manhood to a curious 15 year old girl."

"I'm sorry."

"You must be an early bloomer."

"I guess."

"So who won the bet?"

"Marla."

"I rather thought so. The way they are fighting over you -- !"

"I didn't realize. I thought they were still friends."

"So it's really true? You are "well-developed" down there?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"You poor boy. What an awful burden to bear!"

"Don't make fun of me."
 
"I am not. I was an "early bloomer" too. I know what it feels
like to be "well-developed" when you are 15."

"You do?"

"It's a source of pride, but it is also a burden. I am strapped 
into a painfully tight bra right now to flatten them out because
I have a male visitor and I don't want him staring me in the
chest when he should be looking me in the eye."

"Really?"

"When you are a female teacher and you have big ones it is 
important to have an arsenal of baggy shirts and sweaters,
and minimizer bras, so your tits don't become a distraction
to the male students."

She put her hand to her mouth. "Oops, I said "tits". I meant
bosom."

"If you don't mind my saying so your, uh, bosom is a bit of a 
distraction some times. That time you wore the tight sweater while 
you were giving us the test --"

"God, I didn't mean to. That was an accident. That sweater used to 
be loose on me, but it must have shrunk in the wash."

"I think I would have scored 10 points higher if I hadn't been sneaking
peaks at you every 30 seconds or so."

"The boys in the class averaged lower 10 points lower than the
girls on that test. Of course I like to think that is because
girls are smarter."

"I think they are."

"Not about you. When it comes to boys they turn into blithering,
infantile idiots. You made an honor student into a moron. Susie
hasn't been able to think straight for weeks. And all because
you stuck your great big, big thing in her curious little
face. She's come completely unglued."

"I am sorry."

"And Marla is threatening to lock herself in her room and
go Sylvia Plath on us if you dump her."

"I am really, really sorry."

"You teenagers will be the death of me. Grown-up bodies, minds
like children."

"I'm sorry."

"You know, I've got half a mind to turn you over my knee and --"

"Really?"

"Nah, just kidding."

Tommy was disappointed. He'd had fantasies about that.

Miss Abernathy looked thoughtful.

"You know, I wonder," she said.

"What?"

"I wonder who's going to win my bet."

"You too? What did you bet?"

"I bet another teacher those silly girls were just making it
all up."

"Making it up?"

"About this incredible over-development of yours. Do you mind 
if I just take a peek? I'm kinda curious to see for myself,
now that the topic has come up."

"Of course," Tommy said.

Tommy unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor.

Then he pulled his underpants down.

"Hmmm!" Miss Abernathy said. "Looks like you've got a half-erection
there."

"Yeah."

"That's what I wore these baggy clothes to prevent. Looks like you
are a little hard there anyway."

"Uh, yeah. I guess."

"Well, okay, you can zip up now."

"Ma'am?"

"You can pull your pants up."

"Ma'am? Didn't want want to see it completely hard?"

"Oh, I can see how big it will get when it's completely hard.
That's all I needed, one quick peek. You can zip it back up
now."

"But ma'am...."

"But what?"

"I thought you were, I mean we were, I mean..."

"You thought once I got a good look at your big masculine 
endowment which belongs on a bull, I'd go all gooey inside,
drop to my knees and worship it, like Susie?"

"Did she tell you about that? No, I didn't think that, but..."

Wow, Miss Abernathy thought, I cannot believe that Susie Crawford.

Tommy looked so disappointed. 

"So what about your bet, ma'am?"

"I guess I lost," she laughed. "You really do have a big one. If
Marla and Susie decided among themselves that you have the biggest
weenie in the class, among all the boys, I guess they are probably 
right."

"So..."

"So I tell you what. If you will be a good boy and put your trousers
back on and go home without an argument, so I don't have a naked
underage boy standing here in my parlor trying to get me fired from 
my job, I will give you a choice."

"A choice?"

"Yes. You can either put your hand on my rump (for ten seconds) and
get a good feel, or I will take my shirt off for you and you can
get a good look before I throw you out."

"Oh, wow, Miss Abernathy...."

"Yes, I know. Which do you choose?"

"Your shirt."

"Okay. I kinda thought that would be your choice. You men! Okay,
the quicker you get your pants on the longer I'll let you look at me."

Tommy had his pants back on in seconds. 

"Okay, now here is the drill. I am going to go into my bedroom and
start changing to go out, since I can not go out looking like this
and I have to drive you into town and drop you off at the library,
where you are going to study after our helpful little motivational
chat about your schoolwork. I'm glad we had this talk, by the way,
and I hope to see the improvement in your work.

"While I am undressing it is possible that I may forget to close 
the door entirely. I am sometimes forgetful and that door never
did shut properly in hot weather. So it may be open a crack, but
if it is, I expect you to be a gentleman and not peek. Do you
understand me?"

"I think I do."

"Might take me about 5 minutes to change, so I hope you can amuse
yourself in that time and no peeking. In the meantime, I can't
recall anything we just spoke about -- can you? It is all very
hazy in my mind and I am sure I will have entirely forgotten 
what we talked about -- or anything else that may have transpired --
in a very short while. By the time we leave, as a matter of fact. 
All I can recall is that we talked about your work and you promised
to study harder. Isn't that it?"

"Uh, yes. That's all we talked about. Cross my heart."

"Okay then. Let me run and change before I drive you to the
library."

Miss Abernathy sashayed out of the room into her bedroom with
an inviting little wiggle in her ass. 

When she shut the door to her bedroom she failed to shut it all
the way.

Tommy pressed his eyes to the crack and watched.

"No peeking now -- you promised."

"Yes, ma'am."

Miss Abernathy faced the mirror and took off her shirt. 

There was her big black minimizer bra in all its glory.

She studied herself in the mirror for a minute, critically.

Her hands went up behind her back and unhooked the bra.

Her bra came down. 

Her tits popped out from under her bra.

Miss Abernathy looked at herself in the mirror. There they
were, her pride and glory, ever since she was a schoolgirl.

She put her hands behind her head, arched her back and thrust
them out for all they were worth.

And they were worth a lot. Miss Abernathy had million dollar
tits and she knew it.

Tommy gaped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was
looking at Miss Abernathy's naked breasts!

She smiled in the mirror. 

Then she turned around and faced the door.

"Come on in and have a look," she said.

She pulled her elbows back with her hands clasped behind her
head, posing like a pinup girl in an old calendar photo, with
her back arched and her boobies pushed out to there, firm
and high on her chest.

Tommy walked into the room.

He stared at her breasts.

She pirouetted for him.

"Big, aren't they?"

Tommy was speechless.

"You like them?"

Tommy nodded his head dumbly.

"Whose do you like best? Susie's, or Marla's, or..."

"Yours," he said.

She smiled.

"Would you mind pulling your pants down again? I am afraid I
lied -- I do want to see how big it gets when it is hard. Is
it hard now?"

Tommy nodded.

Tommy pulled down his pants.

His cock sprang out and stood stiffly before him. It didn't
stand up straight any more -- it had gotten so big and heavy
that it stuck out at 90 degrees, perpendicular to his body,
rather than standing up straight like a flagstaff the way
it used to when it wasn't so big.

"My," she said. "You are very big."

She looked at him thoughtfully.

"I can't believe two 15 year old girls are fighting over that
big weenie of yours."

She smiled. He didn't say anything. They looked at each other.

She walked over to her dresser, picked something up and put
it in his hand.

"Think you are bigger than this? Because if you are..."

It was her vibrator. 

"It's seven inches long and five around. Are you bigger?"

He held the vibrator against his cock, parallel. His cock
was an inch longer, and wider around.

She took the vibrator from him and tossed it aside carelessly.

"Who needs that old thing," she said. "I guess I won't be needing
it."

"Maybe not," said Tommy, looking at his big fat erection
bashfully, but proudly.

"I hope not," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Miss Abernathy pulled her pants down eagerly, stripped off her
panties, and lay back on her bed.

Tommy could see warm moisture glistening on the ivory gates between her
thighs. His dick was swollen purple with the veins standing out.

Her nipples were stiff with lust.

"Hurry!" she said. 

                *          *           *            *

Monday morning Tommy told Susie and Marla that he wasn't going to
date either of them any more. He was breaking up with them both. That
would solve the problem. 

They begged him and they pleaded with him, but he was adamant.
He wouldn't say why.

"Who is she?" Marla demanded. Tommy shrugged.

They both cried their eyes out for weeks.


Jenny Wanshel
chilly2@biosys.net 

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