The Boy With the 12" Cock

by Pretty in Pink

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Group Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Teacher/Student, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: "Classic" porn. Teacher Jewel Gringold was living o boring post-divorce life. Then she stumbled on Rose, and a well-endowed boy, and it changed everything.

"What's going on here?" Jewel Gringold threw open the door to the empty classroom and stormed inside. "What are you ... Oh."

There were seven students in the classroom, three boys and four girls, and all of them were naked. What had stopped her, though, was the sight of one of the boys, a boy she vaguely remembered was named Jerry, or rather his cock. It was stiff, and it was at least a foot long. Rose Henderson had her fist around it, and a good eight inches jutted out beyond that.

Jewel, technically she was "Miss Gringold" now that the divorce was final, couldn't find the words to continue. Her mouth had gone dry, and she felt wetness on her thighs.

Rose was a cute, curvaceous brunette who, if half the stories were true, had the same habits as an alley cat in heat. She smiled at Jewel and resumed pumping Jerry's cock. "What does it look like we're doing?"

"That ... th-that's impossible." Jewel had read a study in a reputable magazine that such a monster was not physically possible. The amount of blood it would take to stiffen a cock that size would leave none for the rest of the body. But she couldn't deny her own eyes.

She shut the classroom door behind her, approaching the cock like she was hypnotized. She'd overheard girls talking about somebody nicknamed "Long Dong"; they had to be referring to this boy.

She drew a breath, trying to control her racing heart. She was so wet she was surprised it wasn't running down her legs and out from under her skirt. The rest of her body was no better: her nipples had tightened up, poking at the front of her blouse as if just begging to be sucked by the boy's lips. She could feel every breath of air on her suddenly sensitive skin.

"This can't ... can't..." She reached out toward the blunt head. Only actual touch would make her believe it. Rose released her grip, letting Jewel wrap her slender fingers around Jerry's shaft.

"God, it feels so hard!" Her hand began moving up and down the thick length. She wondered what this would feel like inside her.

"I think she needs some help," she heard Rose say. Fingers fluttered at the buttons of her blouse. More undid the zipper on the back of her skirt. Somehow her shoes disappeared, and she had to get out of her bra. It was keeping her from drawing any kind of breath.

She dimly felt the moisture spreading on her legs as someone pulled down her panties. Eyes alight, she lay on the carpet in the classroom, guiding the monster to her hungry entrance. It'd been four years since she'd gotten laid, and suddenly she couldn't wait any longer.

The first touch ... She felt the head of Jerry's cock pressing apart the slick lips of her dripping pussy. Somehow she was on her back, her legs apart, her hips canted up to take him.

He pushed the first inch into her. He loomed over her, taking his weight on his hands, his cock a pinkish-brown shaft connecting their bodies, his balls, certainly large enough, hanging down behind it.

"Give it to me!" she whispered fiercely.

Jerry smiled, and did so.

His cock slid forward easily. She hadn't had a man in years, but he was going in as if she did it all of the time and was as loose as a whore.

He paused, held it there for several seconds, and finally smiled at her. "Jeeze, Mrs. Gringold, you're damn tight."

"Jerry?"

"Ma'am?"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

He grinned, and thrust forward.

"Gaah!" It was like his cock drove all of the air out of her with that thrust. He paused, then drew back and thrust again, getting even more of his impossible length inside her.

He still didn't have all of it in. It felt like he was deeper than any man had ever gotten before, and there were still several inches left over.

She felt a nudge deep inside her, and he stopped. God, she thought, he's touching my womb. She reached between them. She could wrap her fingers around what was still outside of her!

"Don't ... don't think I can take it all."

"Nobody can," Rose said, and giggled. "But it sure is fun trying."

Jerry pulled back until just the tip remained her, and then thrust again, slowly, excruciatingly slowly. It kept sliding in, and she thought he had to be even bigger than she'd seen.

This time she admitted it: she was stuffed, absolutely stuffed. She was stretched to the bursting point. She couldn't possibly take any more.

Then he began moving. Each thrust was at a different angle. Oh, not the wild thrusting she remembered with disappointment from her wedding night, but the small angles that were just enough to open her without feeling like he was out of control. Jerry obviously knew how to use his monster.

In a way it hurt. The female body wasn't designed to take anything this big without hurting, at least a little. But every time he slid across them, all of those fiery nerves in her pussy got rubbed, and he was big enough, and certainly long enough, that they got rubbed for a long time.

Jerry bent over, kissing and tonguing her tits. No one had ever done that to her before, and the feeling shot right through her, making her pussy clench around his cock. God! That made him feel even bigger!

By now she'd lost all thought. Nothing existed except the need to take this cock. She could hear someone moaning, and realized it was her. She was bucking up on it, impatient with him, trying to take all of it herself. He responded by speeding up.

Each thrust made her body shake. She ran her hands over his slim body. He might be just a boy, but right now he was a man, and proving it. She felt his muscles shift and move as he drove himself into her. She was calling out his name, or someone's, trying to pull him deeper with her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his butt.

Things began to tighten. The feelings were sharper than before. She clung to him, her emotions running wild as she soared higher and higher. She knew she was going to come. She'd only come using her fingers before, clearly she just had to meet the right man. Jerry's cock was driving her over the edge. She clung to him, trying to hold on, arching up into him, every nerve taut and straining.

She felt him jerk, heard him groan deep in his throat. He's coming! she thought, and that was enough. The word set something off, and she soared over the top.

Wave after wave of feeling surged through her. Everything faded out as the waves got impossibly higher and stronger until there was one incredible moment that seemed to last forever.

She dimly began to collect her wits. She was suffused by utter tranquility, adrift on a sea of pure peace. Every move made her quake. She could feel the blood hammering in her ears, slowing as her heart slowed. She remembered to breathe, surprised that his body was lying stretched out on hers.

She ran her hands over him, feeling, tasting, smelling this incredible male who'd just made her come like no man ever had. He was relaxing, his heart beating in time with hers. His breath was slowing as he caught it.

He lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed her, warmly, tenderly. Somehow it seemed sexier than any kiss she'd received from her ex-husband. For one thing Charles had never really kissed her when their bodies were joined like this.

She heard movement. The others were getting up and putting on their clothes.

"Wh-what's going on?" she got out.

"The period's nearly over," one of the girls said. "I have a math class to get to."

Jewel blinked in surprise. Then it hit her: they were still at school. There were hundreds of Trentwood High students and teachers only a few feet away. They were in the middle of the school day!

The girls were getting her things together. She craned her head; there was no way anyone could see into this classroom. That was a relief. If people saw her naked she'd be fired, and worse.

"C'mon Jerry," Rose said, touching him on the shoulder, "c'mon stud, time to leave."

He started to pull back—his cock still felt hard—and he made a face. "Hate to do it, it feels so good in there."

"I bet it does," Rose said, "but c'mon."

He pulled all of the way out, and Jewel made a small sound of disappointment. She would have loved keeping it inside her, but...

She could feel more wetness, this time on her bottom. No wonder she'd been able to take that monster, she'd been wet enough for three women. She needed to clean up, though. Even this much evidence of what she'd been doing was too much.

When she picked up her panties she hesitated; the crotch was absolutely soaked. She didn't want to put the wet crotch against her pussy, but she couldn't go without them either, so she scrambled through her pickets before finding the tissue she kept there. She folded it into a small pad and placed it in her panties. That would have to do until she could do a better job of cleaning up.

She hurried through the rest of dressing. Jerry, the naughty boy, took a moment to fondle her tits before she slipped them into the cups of her bra. His cock hung straight down, no longer the proud, jutting thing it'd been only a few minutes before, and he was copping a feel. Well, he was young, and would have plenty of endurance. That sent a jolt of electricity through her: he could go again real soon!

"All ready?" Rose asked as Jewel slipped on her shoes.

She took a quick survey: skirt, blouse, shoes, everything was in place. Her hair was undoubtedly a mess, but she'd head to the Teacher's Lounge and get that sorted out right away.

"It looks like it," she told Rose.

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