Chapter 1

Mike was big. I mean that is just a plain and simple fact. He stood six foot eight and weighted just under 300 pounds. I would give that in meters and stones and such but it really is such a bore.

It was also true that Mike was bad. Of that, there could not be any doubt. He could be a very mean character when he wanted to make a point. But deep inside, where it really counts, he was just a big old softie.

However, if one wanted to describe Mike in a single word, it would have to be "Ugly".

When the good Lord was giving out "good looks" on that fateful day that he was born, Mike was probably looking for something to eat or suck on.

Now, the very thought of giving Mike a nickname of "Ugly" was not a good idea considering he was quick to take offense about his facial appearance. So, Mike had the moniker of "Big Bad Mike". Mike always kind of liked the nickname and he even referred to himself the same way.

When he was only a junior in high school and 16 years old, he decided he would be a wrestler after watching a match at the Armory downtown. Because of his height, everyone wanted him to be a basketball player. Mike did play basketball for two years but his heart really was not in it. He could bull his way under the basket and stick the ball in the net but his foul shooting was a complete disaster and he even tried shooting the foul shots the way that the girls do from between the legs in a very embarrassing and demeaning manner.

After about 10 matches in which he was undefeated, Mike got a scholarship to a Catholic College for wrestling. The basketball coach was always on his tail trying to talk him into playing basketball as well.

The appearance of Mike at the college was humorous to see. The other students did not know what to make of this really ugly giant in their midst. In his very first wrestling match, Mike broke the arm and dislocated the shoulder of his opponent. The league started to check his age and his eligibility to wrestle but everything checked out and Mike went on to an undefeated season.

His ugly face did make him look a lot older than his actual age and his size made most males steer wide of him wherever he traveled.

Girls were another story.

The rumors of the size of his cock were so widespread that even the girls in the other Universities wanted a shot at Mike. Between his wrestling, his studies and the endless pussy coming his way, he was almost burned out in only his second year.

The simple truth was that "Big Bad" Mike was a gentle giant with the ladies and he always treated them with respect and appropriate behavior. The females that wanted something different he quickly dumped and he stayed with the pussy that just wanted a long hard cock inside them. Mike was not even into the "mouth" stuff or the "ass" stuff. He was strictly a "bury the salami" in the vagina kind of guy.

His favorite class was his English Lit. Course. He really liked the instructor who was easy to understand and seemed to know a lot about the subject matter.

Sister Veronica was a teaching nun who taught English Literature at the college. She was only a young girl in her early twenties and was really not quite certain if the religious life was the right road for her. The teaching position gave her the opportunity to mingle with other young people and make up her mind if she wanted to devote her life to a cloistered existence or if she would be more suited to life in the give and take of modern society.

When Mike first came into her classroom, Sister Veronica discovered her pussy was leaking profusely as she tried to visualize the size of the huge student's cock under his clothing. The severe ugly lines of his face did not turn her off. In fact, ugly Mike was a huge temptation to her because he contrasted so radically from her own beautiful features.

Seeing that her new student was slightly dyslectic, Sister Veronica informed him he would be required to attend her tutoring class on Mondays and Wednesdays. Mike was happy that someone took an interest in his academics because he was very serious about wanting to pass all of his courses.

In the very first tutoring class, the only other student, a young man from a foreign country advised Sister Veronica he was withdrawing from classes until he could improve his English to an acceptable degree. She realized it was probably for the best because he would fall further and further behind with each passing week.

Assuming that Mike was not very smart as most of the athletic scholarship students tended to be, she gave him material far below his level. He laughed and showed Sister Veronica that he had a good background in all areas of English Literature but that his problem with shifting words stemmed from a problem in reading much too fast for absorbing the material.

Since the air conditioning had been shut off with the ending of the regular school day, she allowed him to remove his jacket and she took off her abbreviated vest that hid the voluptuous swells of her impressive bosom.

Mike was distracted by the glaring cleavage shown by Sister Veronica and when she stood next to him to point out an error; he felt the curve of her hip rub up against his shoulder and upper arm. Sensing she was not inclined to pull away from the contact, he took the opportunity to allow his huge hand to fall down between her slightly spread legs. He heard Sister Veronica sigh and then whimper in distress at the touch of his fingers on the inside bare skin of her legs.

She leaned over Mike's shoulder and let her pussy mound rub right on top of his well-muscled arm. Looking over her shoulder with some degree of guilt, the pretty nun spread her legs a little wider and rode his arm for several minutes without a single word of acknowledgement. Slowly, Mike let his hand travel up the inside of her leg until he felt the cloth of her underpants. There was a big wet spot in the middle and he judged that she was long deprived of a proper fucking.