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It took me until after my 18th birthday to discover I could manipulate women with my large cock. It sounds stupid saying it aloud but there is a primal urge that women can’t ignore. I had always heard that it was women who controlled sex but soon discovered that is not always true. After the brief encounter with Kelly, I needed to know if it was a fluke or if other women would respond like Kelly had.

My first ‘target’ was Mrs. Peckman, my biology teacher. Mrs. Peckman was a beautiful woman in her late 20s or early 30s that always dressed in business attire consisting of knee length skirts, pantyhose and the same well worn heels. She didn’t seem to like me, and had even been mean to me, but had given me many boners as she sat on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, dangling her heels. I approached her before the start of class to ask if I could be moved to the front row. I told her I needed fewer distractions, so I could pick up my grades. I was so glad I was standing at the side of her desk. Mrs. Peckman leaned back in her chair, her skirt crept up to reveal more of her beautiful thigh and she let one of heels dangle as she looked at papers on her desk and ignored me slightly, seemingly thinking it over.

Another moment of truth had just presented itself as I could feel my cock begin to harden; would I try to hide it or just let my teacher get a good view? I decided to go for it. My semi-hard cock formed a giant bulge in my shorts that a blind woman could have seen. As she started to say she might not be able to move me, she looked up from her desk and her gaze stopped at my bulge. She kept talking but her tone changed and her excuses stopped. She was barely making any sense as she rambled on, buying herself time to stare at the bulge in my shorts. I made sure to throb my cock for her several times as she asked me where I’d like bursa escort bayan to sit. I pointed to the desk that was right in front of the corner of her desk where she normally sat and lectured from. She smiled, looked back right at my bulge and said she’d ask that student to switch with me today.

I took a bold step and reached out to put my hand on her nylon covered knee as I gave her a long winded thank you for accommodating me. Despite almost 10 seconds passing, Mrs. Peckman didn’t seem to mind my hand on her knee. Figuring I could take this farther, I dropped my pen on the floor in front of Mrs. Peckman. When l crouched down to retrieve it, I ran my hand down her smooth leg and ‘accidentally’ bumped the dangling shoe off her foot. Her heel landed with a loud ‘clack’ on the floor and I immediately apologized, picked it up and sniffed her nylon covered toes before I slipped it back on her foot. She gasped and then just smiled at me and told me to take my new seat.

As I sat in my seat, waiting for class to start, I started to realize this might work. My biology teacher, a married woman, who seemed to hate me had just enjoyed looking at the large bulge in my shorts, allowed me to put my hand on her knee, run my hand down her leg and only smiled when I knocked her high heel off and sniffed her toes before slipping her shoe back on.

Soon, class started and Mrs. Peckman assumed her position on the edge of her desk, legs crossed and, eventually, a heel dangling from her delicate foot. Several times during the lecture, she looked up at me and smiled. When she resumed looking at her notes, I guided my now almost fully hard cock out of one of the legs of my shorts. If Mrs. Peckman looked my way, she’d have her first look at what she could only have imagined from seeing my bulge.

In four months bursa escort sitesi of classes, Mrs. Peckman had shown she was an expert at dangling her heels. She would swing her foot wildly, with only the tip of her big toe preventing her shoe from hitting the floor. It was impressive. That all changed when she looked up and saw my cock reaching almost all the way to my knee, fully engorged and throbbing purple from my excitement. Her heel slipped off her toe and clacked onto the floor. I looked around and no one seemed to even notice or be paying any attention. Mrs. Peckman was now staring right at my cock unashamedly. I whispered “can I get that shoe for you, Mrs. Peckman?” and this snapped her out of her trance and she only replied “after class”.

Mrs. Peckman continued her lecture, alternating her gaze between her notes and my throbbing cock. Eventually, she let her other shoe drop to the floor and I watched as she stretched out and curled her nylon covered toes. Knowing what I know now, she was definitely into this, whatever it was for her. At the end of class, Mrs. Peckman asked if I could stay to discuss a learning plan. I was sort of captive at my desk, anyway, with 11″ of throbbing monster that I couldn’t put away or hide.

Once all of the other students were gone, Mrs. Peckman walked over to the door in her nylon feet, locked the door and pulled the blinds shut on it. She sat down at her desk and asked me to bring her heels. She knew I had a massive boner, so I pulled my hard cock back up over the waistband of my shorts, got up from my desk and my cock sprang right out at full attention. I reached down, picked her heels up and walked over to her behind the desk. As she stared at my enormous cock, I sniffed one of her heels and then slid my cock into it. I fucked her shoe a couple of strokes before I reached down and slipped it back onto her foot. I did the same with her other shoe.

Apparently, she was done with the foreplay and wanted to get fucked by the largest cock she’d ever seen (her words). Turns out she wasn’t wearing pantyhose but nylons and had no panties on either. This conservative, married woman was actually a naughty girl.

She got down on her hands and knees under her desk, hiked up her skirt and presented her naked ass to me. She reached into a pair of tennis shoes she had under her desk for the balled up pair of dirty socks in them. She put her own dirty socks in her mouth to stifle her cries. I didn’t know if my cock would fit but that did nothing to slow me down as I pressed into her tight pussy until my balls were against her wet labia. It was a good thing Mrs. Peckman had a mouthful of her own dirty socks, otherwise the whole school would have heard her cries as I broke her pussy like she had never felt before. After only a few minutes, I told her I was going to cum and tried to pull out. She reached underneath and grabbed my balls to keep me in place. With my entire 11″ of thick cock deep inside my biology teacher, my orgasm felt like a continuous stream of cum, like I was having a piss.

Once Mrs. Peckman was satisfied and her womb was full of my cum, I pulled my cock from her gaping hole. It wasn’t gaping like that when I started and I actually felt sorry for her husband. Mrs. Peckman sucked my cock clean and begged me to never tell anyone. I wanted to fuck her more, so I agreed to keep things quiet. I fucked Mrs. Peckman regularly for the rest of the year. She gave me her personal number when I graduated and asked if I would remember her when I was back in town. Mrs. Peckman was the first woman I ever fucked and she could take my entire cock. Of course I’d remember her.

Convinced of my theory that women can’t resist a large cock, I decided I needed to try another target. I needed someone more impossible to prove it to myself. My older sister Susan came to mind and, for some strange reason, so did my Mom.

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