A Tale of Two Penises
» Sex Education
Two lessons: 1) body size is no indicator; 2) bigger is not always better.
Mistress M writes:
Now mind you, he was 6’2” with arms the size of my head, there was not an ounce of fat on his body. His hands were big enough to cover the windshield of my car and his feet….well he looked like he could wear clown shoes, should he have difficulties buying anything his size. All the visuals suggested pain, elephant, and horse dick.
I was in absolute heaven. I was, until he took off his boxer and I was looking at an itty bitty little boy pee wee. …
As she recounts they strove valiantly but coitus was a failure.
Then there was the skinny lad:
… I was sitting in his patio studying, he was working, it was hot, one thing led to another and somehow (it was magic, I tell ya) my cloths came off and I was on his couch with him standing over me with a dick the size of an elephant. HOW IN THE HELL. I swear to you I am not exaggerating. The head was the size of my fist and the shaft was just about as long as my forearm if not longer.
Seeing no possibility other than pain she swiftly departed.
