Jenny takes pity on him, deciding to give him his wish and rid herself of her cursed virginity. Ouch

"Bet you've never seen one this large before," he says, and you can't tell if he's bragging or not. Part of that is because your eyes are rivetted to the giant growing like a tree trunk out of his pelvis.

"Uh, maybe some. ManDingo, Rocco, Diesel," you say absently, naming the owners of some of the biggest dicks in porn. Realizing what you've done makes you blush, but he seems too amazed to notice.

"You know them?"

"Um, yeah, well..."

"Hot damn, guess I picked well," he says, and you stare as he smiles. God he has a great smile. And a huge dick...

"Well..." you hedge, not quite certain what to do. You know you should probably just hop up off the bed and run away screaming, but he's so mesmerizing and the situation so weird that you can't seem to move.

"Why... me?" you finally ask.

He blinks down at you, arching one brow. "Why not you? Oh alright, let me explain a bit. My girlfriends have always been just as amazed at this dick as you. Then they experience it and some of them can take it, some of them can't. The ones that can feel obliged to keep taking it, and then start to complain. My last girlfriend left me because she didn't like it," he says gloomily.

Without thinking you reach out and seal your fate by trying to wrap your hand around his dick. You stare at in surprise when your fingers and thumb fail to meet. "I won't run," you tell him. Truth to tell, you're tired of watching sex and not getting any. The girls at your school did such a good job of having you mocked for your changing looks that the boys wouldn't go near you.

Combine that with a peeping-tom of a step-brother who could be counted on to pop into your room whenever you changed and you never had any opportunity to either have sex or even masturbate. It was about time you ended that.

To say that your first time with a man - and Jacob - was pleasurable would be stretching it. While it was satisfying to finally get him almost balls-deep it took a hell of a lot of lubrication and a lot of teeth-gritting. He never noticed when your hymen burst, and by then it was just another pain on top of the stretch of one unused vagina over one over-sized dick. Towards the end, though, the pain had diminished somewhat, and though it never reached a pleasurable state you didn't feel like screaming as much at the end.

"Fuck that was great!" he exclaimed, giving you some small sense of pride. "I'm amazed at how tight you are," he added, which you weren't sure how to receive. Then he looked down at his dick and realized that the condom had blood on it. "What...?"

Thinking fast, something you weren't exactly known for, you lied. "Oh, um, sorry, sometimes the pill doesn't stop, you know... that time of the month," you say, with wide eyes, and try not to laugh at how quickly he throws away the condom and backs up.

When he puts his clothes on in a hurry you're not so amused by your joke, worrying that you'd just scared him off. "Uh, in a hurry?" you ask, striving for casual.

"Uh, yeah. I have to go join my friends," he says, earning a frown. This must be that 'wham bam thank you ma'am' thing you've heard about.

"Oh," you say in a small voice, though truthfully you're too sore right now to want to do much of anything else. Too confused by your quick capitulation, too, with feelings of guilt and shame warring with relief and pride. "Well, I'll give you my number!"

"Right. Put it on the bedside there. Oh, speaking of bedside. Here, this is for you. Use it for a cab," he says, and you stare down at a handful of twenties.

"Uh, thanks," you say, unsure what to say. You'd been running low on money, and you'd brought enough to pay for your own cab, but it was nice of him to think of you.

He rushes to the doorway, disappearing, and it's only as you groan and start to make your way off the bed that your realize neither of you knows the other's name. "Oh God I'm such an idiot!" you berate yourself, looking for a pen. Finding one you jot out a note, giving your name and number, and begin to clean and dress yourself.

Going home isn't fun, but at least you managed to get a name from one of the frat boys. After he copped a feel, naturally. He told you the room belonged to Jacob Wright, which seemed appropriate. "Mister right is Mister Wright," you find yourself saying with a giggle as you wait for the cab.