College mean girls have some exploration of the male genitals

It was a lunch break at the college. A group of girls, all in their late-teens, huddled together conspiratorially in the corner of the grounds. They had been planning this for hours now, ever since their biology class had covered the male reproductive system. Curiosity and mischief glinted in their eyes as they whispered excitedly amongst themselves.

"Okay, so the plan is, we each take a turn getting one of the boys on the ground and pulling his pants down."

"Right, I'll grab Tom first since he's weakest."

"And I'll go for James next. I bet he's gonna have the smallest one."

The ringleader, a pretty brunette named Ashley, handed out rulers and notebooks to her cohorts. "Melissa, you measure. Tiffany, you record the length. I'll be in charge of, uh, exploration."

The girls giggled and high-fived, giddy with anticipation. At that moment, a group of boys wandered by, unsuspecting.

"Great, here they come," Tiffany said, bouncing on her toes. "Let's do this!"

The girls pounced. Melissa and two others grabbed Tom from behind, wrestling him to the ground. His eyes bulged in shock as they tugged his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

"Oh my god!" Melissa shrieked with laughter. "It's so tiny! And weird looking!"

Tiffany knelt down to measure, occasionally glancing up at Tom's humiliated face. "3.5 inches. Pathetic!"

Ashley reached out and flicked Tom's little penis, making it flop around. "Haha, it's like a worm!" She grasped it between her fingers and started wiggling it back and forth, cackling. Tom squirmed and whimpered.

Next up was James. The girls easily overpowered him too. When his pants were yanked down, the group fell silent for a moment. Then Melissa let out a low whistle.

"Well I'll be... He's actually pretty big! Like, way bigger than Tom." She measured it with the ruler. "6.5 inches! Wow."

The girls oohed and ahhed, marvelling at James' sizeable member. Ashley stroked it gently, feeling it throb and stiffen under her touch. "Mmm, nice," she purred. James let out a strangled moan, his face flushed bright red.

One by one, the boys were taken down, stripped, measured, and molested. Some had average sizes in the 5 inch range. But then came Peter, the class star athlete. When Melissa whipped out her ruler, it wouldn't even reach the tip of his enormous cock.

"Oh god, he's huge!" she gasped. "Like 7 inches easy!"

The girls gasped and cheered, jostling for a glimpse. Peter was too shocked to do anything but lie there slack-jawed as Ashley wrapped her fingers around his girthy shaft.

"Unnngh, it's so thick," she groaned, pumping him slowly. "I bet he's gotta special order his condoms."

Peter whimpered and jerked his hips, overwhelmed by sensation. Ashley grinned wickedly. She milked him harder, twisting her wrist, until he was fully erect and throbbing in her grasp.

"Oh. My. God." Melissa breathed, eyeing his swollen member. "He's so fucking big. I've never seen one that huge before."

The girls buzzed with excitement, some reaching out to touch and stroke his rigid length. But then came the troublemaker of the group - Veronica. She had a sadistic streak and loved pushing boundaries.

Squeezing Peter's hefty balls, she twisted them hard, making him howl in pained pleasure. "Fuck yeah, I knew a jock would have some serious balls," Veronica gloated. "Bet you're used to having them squeezed by your football buddies, huh?"

Peter writhed and moaned brokenly but Veronica just kept abusing his nuts, watching his cock bob and twitch. "Look at him, he's getting off on this! What a kinky little slut."

Tiffany looked on in awe. "Holy shit, is he gonna...?"

The tip of Peter's cock flared and pulsed. Then, with a shuddering groan, he started cuming, spurting ropes of jizz across his abs. The girls watched in amazement, some scooping up his seed with their fingers.

"Who knew a little ball abuse would do the trick?" Veronica giggled, releasing Peter's bruised nuts. He gasped and sobbed, his rock hard erection deflating.

The girls dispersed, panting and flushed from their deviant activities. They'd learned a lot about the male anatomy that day - and not all of it from a textbook. As they sauntered off to their next class, they grinned at each other, already planning their next sexual adventure.

The boys, on the other hand, gathered their clothes and dignity with shaking hands. They avoided each other's eyes, humiliated by their wanton display of virility. But deep down, they'd never forget the perverse thrill of being at the mercy of a teasing female hand.