First things first, let's see if it reaches the twelve inch mark...

Mrs. Jones grabbed the huge dangling penis and yank. She looked Paul in the eyes, saying, "First things first, let's see if you really do reach the foot long mark, Paul."

The lengthy piece of meat was too much for just one hand too handle, so the gym teacher spit into her free hand and began pumping the quickly inflating cock with both hands. Her husband's five-inch penis looked puny next to this beast of a cock. Mrs. Jones softly bit her lower lip as felt the monster begin to grow rigid in her busy hands. "I bet you love to jerk your huge penis when you're in bed at night, Paul, don't you."

"Um.." Paul was in a daze. His sexy gym teacher playing with his penis had pushed all other thoughts from his mind. "What?"

"I said you must love to jack this thing off every night, Paul. Please pay attention during your tests, Paul." The throbbing veiny monster was sticking straight out in front of Paul now, pointing at Mrs. Jone's considerable bust. "Have you ever had a girl touch your penis like this before, Paul?"

"No," Paul said in an almost ashamed tone. "My parents told me that I should wait until I'm married to have sex."

"That's too bad," Mrs. Jones said as she gave it a few final yanks, "I'm sure you'd be very popular with the girls if they knew you had this thing in your pants..." She pulled a ruler out of her desk and set it against the side of his cock. She found that the purple head of his cock actually hit the thirteen inch mark. "I must really have gotten you worked up, Paul. You're an inch over the foot mark." She gripped his gigantic member at the base both hands and tried to move it. She could barely move it an inch in any direction. 'Good Lord,' she thought to herself, 'It's like a baseball bat sticking out between his legs!'

"So, Mrs. Jones," Paul asked slowly, "Do I pass gym class now?"