Jim Spimoni

You see the tall, ripped, long haired student from the shower earlier. Having seen him naked, you know exactly why Ms. Victoria called him over. He strides in with a smile. "Oh hey Mr. J! Didn't think..." He trails off, as he notices your predicament, and tries hard not to laugh, but can't help it. "Oh man. I mean, I heard rumors about you, but I figured you just failed some crazy chick. I'm sorry bro."

"I-it's ok." You stammer, unable to meet his gaze.

"That's right! It's ok! Everyone's beautiful and shit! Like Descartes says, damn a magazine. These is God's fingerprints."

"That wasn't Descartes. I think it was Brother Ali. Did you pass my class last year?"

"Hell yeah bro. D plus! Fucking aced it."

"He's not here to talk about your class!" Snaps Ms. Victoria. "James... as you can see, Mr. Little Johnson here has a... tiny problem. Would you please do me a favor, and remove your clothes? I want to show him what a real cock looks like."

All you can do is stand there, your unimpressive package covered by a small triangle of pink fabric, your hands secured behind your back, as Jim pulls off his shirt, and then his shorts, revealing a thick member that is at least six inches completely soft.

"There we go." Says Ms. Victoria, approaching Jim with lust in her eyes. "Now that is what a real man's cock looks like." She gently runs her finger along the length of it. "Isn't it nice, Eli? Much bigger than your pathetic little cock, isn't it?"

You nod, finding it hard to speak. "I want to hear you say it, Eli. Tell me how much bigger James' dick is than yours."

"His...his cock is much bigger than mine."

"That's right it is." She says, making her way back over to you. She quickly grabs the panties, and yanks them to the ground, stripping you completely naked once more. "I wanna see exactly how much bigger. James, stand next to Mr. Little Johnson, would you please?"

Without a word, the muscular young man stands next to you, his massive member making yours look even smaller by comparison.