He passes the test, but...

Mrs. Jones stared at the humongous cock in her hand and gave it one good final squeeze. "Well, Paul," she said as she continued to stare at the cock, "You've certainly passed the length test. I may have some other tests for you tomorrow, but that will be all for today." She turned to her desk and began sorting through some papers. She looked up from her papers to see Paul still standing there, his monster cock still pointed at her. "I told you we're done here. You can go to your next class now, Paul."

Paul gave her a nervous look. He obviously had something to tell her but couldn't spit it out.

"What is it, Paul?"

Paul glanced around the room and towards the office door. "Well," he said softly, "I can't leave because I can't pull my pants up over my penis hard like this. It just won't fit, Ma'am."

'I'll help you release some pressure,' Mrs. Jones thought to herself, but then had a better idea.

"Well," she said in a faked irritated tone, "You can't stay in here like that. What would people say if they found us in here like this, Paul? The quickest way to make a penis shrink down that I know of is to orgasm. If you have to, you can jerk yourself off over in that corner." Mrs. Jones pointed to the opposite side of the room.

"I don't know..." Paul began.

"Paul," Mrs. Jones said sternly, "I don't have time for this right now. Either go to the corner and start jacking off, or go out the office door with that log shoved down your pant leg. It's your choice."