My name is Saona and I am a 22-year-old college senior.

There is this guy I am friends with, his name is Steve. I have known him since I was little, always thought he was kind of a dork. Would always follow me around in high school, offer to carry my books home from the bus stop, that sort of thing. He's always had a crush on me.

I never had any interest in him but didn't mind him wanting to be my friend. After all, he kind of worships me.

Nowadays at college, we usually hang out in each other's dorm room.

I recently got to know him a lot closer.

One day he told me he would meet me at my room for a few hours of studying, and I arrived back two hours earlier than planned because my class was cancelled.

I went inside my dorm and was on my way to my room. I opened the door and got the shock of my life.

Steve was there, totally naked, stroking the biggest dick I have ever laid eyes on. Now, I am not a slut, but my attractive figure, blonde hair and blue eyes have gotten me a good share of hot guys, but never did I see a penis this large.

"Oh my God, Saona. What are doing back so early?" he asked in shock.

My jaw had almost dropped to the floor in amazement of his equipment. It was completely erect, but so big that it just stuck out from his body at a 45 degree angle.

Steve was trying to cover up his giant boner with his hands, and eventually reached for his clothes and got dressed.

I didn't manage to even get out a word. He said he had to go, and left without us even studying.

I decided to dig up some dirt on Steve so I could better explore this situation. I wanted to find out more about his dick, and I asked one of his ex-girlfriends, who was in the same chemistry class as me.

She told me Steve's nickname, and I decided I would ask Steve about that nickname the next day at our study session together back at my dorm room.

The studying went fine at first, with neither of us bringing up the events of yesterday.

Steve was too embarrassed and I was still in shock.

"Rebecca said your nickname is Mr. Ed? Now why would the girls call you Mr. Ed?" I asked.

Steve looked at me in great surprise.

"Well, Saona, this is kind of embarrassing to be talking to a you about," he said.

"Not as embarrassing if I told everybody I caught you jerking off yesterday?"

"No, no, please no Saona, don't tell anybody!"

"Well, then, tell me why the girls call you Mr Ed."

"Um, well, Mr. Ed was the name of that horse on that television show. And, um, well you see, I have a really large penis, and um, so do horses, so one of the girls I knew, Nikki, came up with Mr. Ed because she said my penis was as big as a horse's." I stared at him in shock.

"I see," I said.

"She even sang the song from the show to tease me," he said, seeming uncomfortable he was a lot different than other guys.

"What did she sing? How did it go?" I asked.

"No, Saona, it's stupid," he replied.

I persisted, and moved in close to him and ordered him to sing it.

He coughed to clear his throat, and sang the embarrassing song half-heartedly.

"A horse is a horse Of course of course And no one has a dick as big as a horse, Of course That is, of course Unless the horse Is the famous Mister Ed!"

He came to a finish, and after trying to hold it in, I then burst into laughter. Teary-eyed laughter. My stomach hurt.

"I'm sorry Saona, that will never happen again," he said of jerking off in my room. "I just got horny thinking about you and I was alone, and it will never happen again."

"No, Steve, I'm sure it won't" I said, recovering from his amusing ballad.

"Can we keep studying now, Saona?"

"Of course, Steve, right after you do something for me. I want you to pull your pants down for me."

"Saona?"

"Yes, I want you to pull your pants down for me. I think that is the only way for me to forgive you for jerking off in my room. I want to see that big dick of yours."

"But, Saona, I don't -"

"Steve, would you rather be known as the jerk-off guy, or Mr. Ed?"

"Alright, Saona," he said.

Steve came over to the side of the desk so I could see his crotch area. He then undid his belt, pulled down his jeans, leaving an overstuffed pair of briefs to cover his private area. The bulge was a size of a grapefruit.

"My, my," I said. "I think you better take your underwear off too, to let that monster hang loose." Steve then pulled down his underwear, causing his huge penis to flop out and dangle down past his thigh.

"Oh my God," I said.

"See Saona, it is so huge it is kind of uncomfortable for me to keep it constrained all day long."

"Steve, I have never seen anything like this," I said.

"I'm kind of special, I guess. I haven't seen any other ones this big in locker rooms or anywhere." Steve's penis was a phenomenon, a thick, heavy hunk of meat that hung halfway to his knees.

"Does a huge schlong feel uncomfortable when it is hanging in your pants?" I asked.

"Being a woman I can only imagine. I bet it feels really heavy when you walk. Also, how the hell do you hide it so well so that there isn't a big bulge in the front of your trousers?" Steve was so embarrased, and I was loving being in control like this.

I could tell he did enjoy an erotic thrill of showing me his huge penis, but the manner in which he was forced to show it to me, and myself making it embarrassing for him that he was so large - that is what made him shy about it.

Well, he was gonna have to overcome that shyness.

Chapter 2

A few days ago, Steve came by to study for the afternoon, thinking it was going to be just him and I.

Well, I decided to let my girlfriends in on Mr. Ed's little, or should i say big, secret.

So I invited over my friends Janet and Donna.

I told them to wear really short shorts and tight tops so we could tease Steve unmercifully.

When he came over, he comes in and was so surprised to see the three of us hotties waiting there for him, and he's like "wow, i must be the life of the party." We all let out girlish giggles.

"What is so funny?" he asks.

"Steve," I said. "Your dick is the life of the party! We don't give a shit about you!" Steve's face turned bright red. I was finally starting to get even with him for jerking off in my bedroom, but I wanted to keep embarrassing him even more.

Then Janet blurts out "Steve, I hear you have like the biggest schlong in the world! Why don't you whip that bad boy out!"

All three of us started laughing, and Steve didn't know what to say.

"Steve, take your pants off right now!" I demanded. "My girlfriends want to see your big dick!"

"But Saona-"

"Don't but Saona me," I interrupted. "You have to be naked in front of me and my friends at all times, or I am going to tell the whole dorm you were jerking off in my room!"

"Yeah. To Playgirls!" Janet teased.

"That's a lie and you know it!" Steve blurted out.

Yes, Janet made that up. Steve's desires definitely were heterosexual, but hell, I wasn't gonna stop my friend from teasing him in any way possible.

Then Steve was like "Don't you think it's unfair I have to be naked and all three of you hot girls get to keep your clothes on!"

"Unfair as hell," Janet said with a laugh. "But we make the rules. Now let's see that horse dick!"

Steve took off his shirt, shoes and socks first, then his jeans, then his boxers. Janet and Donna let out a collective gasp upon seeing Steve's horse-like cock, which hung almost halfway to his knees in its soft state.

"Holy shit!" Janet said.

The four of us walked into my room to study, and we had Steve sit on a stool so we could all gaze at his big dick while we studied.

I laid down flat on the bed to tease Steve with a view of my butt.

"Saona, please let me see your ass!" he pleaded.

"No way," I teased. "All the ladies keep their clothes on. You, on the other hand, are nude for us." Donna's eyes were glued to Steve's dick. Realizing this, he started to get an erection.

"Saona, Janet, look at his dick," she said. "It's getting hard."

Steve's dick, once resting on his right leg, started snaking out like a fireman's hose, getting thicker and longer and inching out til it started bobbing in the air in front of him.

He tried to walk it off, but it just made it worse, causing it to bounce up and down like a jack in the box.

"Nice dick!" Janet shouted. "It's like a dancing dick!"

We then fruitlessly tried to get back to our work, and I quizzed Janet on our materials. She answered one question right - I'll give her credit for that - but her attention was drawn to Steve's oversized ding-dong. She stared at it.

I asked her a question, but it was useless. "Janet, you wanna answer the question?" I persisted, but she did not, and she began wondering aloud.

"Personally, if I was a guy, and I had a dick as big as Mr. Ed here, I would get a boner and walk around in my house trying to knock things over with it," she said.

Donna and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I would, I seriously would," Janet said.

"I totally would too," Donna joined in. "And then I would try that helicopter thing, you know when guys twirl their cocks around and it looks like a propellor. F-U-N-N-Y. And then I would put myself away for looking ridiculous."

My friends were turning into perverts, but I couldn't blame them.

"You never gave me an exact measurement," I said to Steve, who was trying to cover his horse cock with both hands. "Why don't you measure that monster for us."

Steve was finally starting to enjoy getting all of the attention of us ladies, and he grabbed the ruler from my desk and put on a little show for us.

I told him to put the end of the ruler at the base of his cock, where it meets his body, and put it along the shaft. Steve did exactly as told, and found the head of his penis to extend almost exactly an inch past the end of the ruler.

"What a wopper!" Janet said with amazement.

Thirteen inches.

I wanted to tell everybody about what me and my friends were looking at. I wanted to call my mom and tell her for Christ's sake.

I never knew such a big dork could have such a, well, big dork. And the teasing was only beginning.

Chapter 3

It had been about three weeks since I had seen Mr. Ed, and I was really starting to get angry that he hadn't called Donna, Janet or me so we could set up a time to boss him around again.

The three of us wandered over to his dorm room after a night of drinking some shots at one of the campus bars, so we were pretty brazen and ready to be really crude in Steve's presence.

After knocking on the door for several minutes, Steve finally came to the door, carrying some kind of textbook.

I scolded him for making us wait so long.

He was shocked to see all of us come by his place so late at night.

"Hi, Mr. Ed," Janet says with a sexy smile.

"Girls, seriously, I have so much studying to do for tomorrow," he says.

"Oh, what's a matter, that big schlong of yours can't come out and play?" I said, staring at his crotch.

"Shhhh," Steve interrupts. "You're gonna wake people up. Come on inside, but all of you keep it down."

I told him - half drunk that I was, to never give us an order again. He seemed a little turned on by my bossiness, even though we were drastically cutting into his study time.

We all went into Steve's place and made ourselves comfortable. Donna and I sat on the couch and Janet laid down on the floor.

Steve went to get us all a beer.

When he returned, insignificant small talk dominated the conversation until Donna gets this mischievous grin on her face.

"Steve," she says.

"Yes?" Mr. Ed replies.

"I heard you were a sprinter in high school," she said.

"Yeah, Donna, I was," he said, not knowing where Donna was going with this line of questioning.

"Well, I was kind of surprised to hear that," she said. "I mean, why weren't you a pole vaulter?"

All three of us had no clue what she meant.

"Why would I be a pole vaulter?" Steve asked.

"Because, you wouldn't even need a pole," she said. "You could have just used your dick."

All three of us ladies burst out laughing, and Steve just shook his head.

"Did it take you all day to think of that?" he asked.

"Did it take you all day to fit your dick inside those jeans when you were getting dressed?" she teased.

Steve didn't reply. I could tell he was enjoying the attention though.

"Yeah, Steve, seriously, how does a guy with such a huge cock get dressed in the morning?" I asked.

Steve knew what was coming, and before we could even ask, he got up and started taking his clothes off.

"I think he's finally getting the hang of it," I said. "He knows every time he is in front of us, he has to strip. Or we will tell everybody he jerks off in other people's dorm rooms.

Isn't that right, Steve?" I said, pinching his cheek.

"Yes, mam," he replied laughingly.

Steve got down to his boxer shorts, and we all pointed to the bulge going down the inside of his right leg.

"You wear it on the left side?" Donna asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Your dick, you wear it on the left side, down your boxer shorts, is that how you keep it hidden?" she asked, amused.

While unwrapping his one-of-a-kind trouser trout, Steve confessed his addiction to CFNM, a term I had never heard of but realized I too had a fascination with the subject. Clothed female nude male scenarios, Steve explained, were something he had a fetish for ever since he was seven or eight. Probably around the same time he realized he had a third leg.

He took off the boxers, and his big schlong was in full view for us all once again. Steve kept standing in the middle of the room, his dick right at eye level for us.

"Steve, why don't we have a beauty contest for you, and the judge will be your dick," I said. "However big it gets for each of us gals will determine the winner."

Steve couldn't believe how drunk we were, and how much attention we were paying to his wiener.

First we showed off our legs, and when it came to Donna's perfectly-rounded, tanned thighs (which I am a bit jealous of), there was no contest. She even got down to just her white silk panties to rub it in, a step further than Janet and I were willing to take. She sat down next to Mr. Ed and crossed her legs, her thighs the center of his attention.

Steve could not hold it any longer, and he was soon in the grips of an unrelenting erection, growing rapidly until it bobbed in the air, stabbing the air with vigorous jerks.

"You want to kiss my feet?" Donna asked our horse-dicked friend.

Steve didn't even answer, and went down to the ground and starting sucking on Donna's cute, tiny feet.

He could only dream of getting to kiss her thighs.

"Please, for God's sake, one of you take your clothes off for me," Steve mumbled with a foot halfway in his mouth.

"Mr. Ed, you know the rules, we all have boyfriends, and you are just our entertainment," Janet said.

"Yeah - CFNM. You're the one who gave it a name!" Donna laughed.

"I didn't invent it - I just" -

"Steven," I interupted him. "Stop wasting time and play with yourself for us."

It was getting really late, and we demanded that Steve jerk off.

"I have to warn you," he said, standing up. "This is gonna be a gusher."

He started stroking it slowly, getting it up to its full potential. It looked as big around as my wrist, with a huge purple vein going down the center of the shaft.

He stopped after about a minute, stood up, and jutted out his lower abdominal area to emphasize his proud possession. His dick was so big it didn't stand up completely straight.

It was over a foot long.

"My God, now that's a huge boner," Donna said. "Where does he get all the blood to fill it up?"

We then told him to start wacking, and he better shoot a big load for us. I couldn't take my eyes off his prick.

He got both hands around the mighty stalk and starting stroking, moaning out load and staring at Donna's thighs.

"Right here, baby," she whispered in a sexy tone, rubbing her legs, "make that big horse dick shoot a load right here."

"Saona, please, finish the job," he begged. "Put your hands around my cock." At first, I declined, but with encouragement from my friends and pathetic begging from Mr. Ed, I said okay.

I walked over, and put my hands around his horse cock.

It was so big around my petite hands could barely go around its girth.

"Ooohh, does that feel good baby?" I whispered, starting to stroke his dick. I started with long, slow strokes at first, looking into his eyes and whispering in his ear. After a minute of this, I increased the speed of my strokes, pumping his cock up and down hard and fast. He kept moaning and I could feel his cock tense up a bit, like he was going to come, so I decided to tease him a bit. I took my hands off his prick and flashed a naughty smile, telling him to rub his big cock against my perfect ass.

I turned around and stuck my ass out, and he started grinding me from behind with his humongous dick.

He told me how good it felt, massaging my hips while rubbing his oversized dick against my ass cheeks, which were neatly-outlined even though I still had my skirt on.

He begged me to at least remove my skirt and let him see me in my panties, but of course I said no way.

"I'm gonna come!" he said. I stood along side of him while jerking his cock vigorously, and out shot the first of three huge blobs of come.

The second one was the biggest, shooting out a good three feet in front of him. We caught our breath for a minute, and his dick shrank down to its soft, yet huge, size of eight inches, resting on his right leg.

"What now?" he asked.

"Well," I said, still out of breath. "I am going home to pass out. Tell you what, come by tomorrow and you can be my nude housekeeper for a day."

"Anything for you Saona. I love you," he said.

I just let out a girlish giggle and walked toward the door with Donna and Janet.

The three of us blew him a kiss and went out the door.

Chapter 4

The day after I jerked off Steve's huge dong, I woke up with a tremendous hang-over. I struggled to remember what had happened the night before, and when I did I felt kind of embarrassed.

I had never cheated on my boyfriend before.

I decided to call Janet and see what she thought.

After a few minutes of small talk, I was like "Janet, did I, you know, give Steve a hand-job?" I asked hesitantly.

After a sigh of disbelief, she said "How could you forget something like that? Do you realize how much come that guy shot?"

"Jesus," I said. "I can't believe I cheated on Kevin." Janet then told me not to feel bad, stressing that it isn't often a girl gets to touch a 13-inch penis, and bring it to such an awesome climax.

It was then that I realized that this whole thing wasn't about teasing Steve anymore, it was about my infatuation with his cock. I had never seen anything like it before, and it was beginning to dominate my mind and my fantasies.

Janet then reminded me Steve was coming over because I told him he could be my naked slave for the day.

"Shit," I said. "Kevin is taking me out tonight."

"Don't worry," she said. "Just have Steve clean for a few hours."

I knew Kevin was picking me up around 8, so I had like four hours to hang out and watch tv until Steve and his dick swung by the dorm.

Wearing only a pair of satin black panties and a red lace bra that Kevin had bought me, I figured I better put on some more clothes in case Mr. Ed came over.

I threw on some casual stuff, just a pair of tight white jean shorts and a tight black t-shirt.

I watched television for a few hours and was about to doze off when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it to see Mr. Ed.

"Hi," I said in a sexy tone, happy to see him once again. "Um, how's it hanging?" "My I come in?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied.

Steve walked in, took my hand, and led me to my bedroom. He then proceeded to take off his shirt, shorts and boxers before I could even say a word.

He was already in full erection.

"Saona, look at my dick, I can't calm it down because I'm thinking of you all the time," he said.

"Charming," I said with a chuckle, staring in awe at his monster cock. It almost was poking me in the stomach.

"What do you expect me to do?" I asked.

"Saona, please, touch it like you did last night, please," he begged.

To tease my horse-hung admirer, I played extra hard to get. I explained to him in great detail that the night before I was very drunk, and would never again cheat on my boyfriend.

I said that the only reason I kept him around was to look at his big dick and laugh about it with my friends.

I then told him he might have to show it off to even more of the girls I knew, and masturbate in front of them until his big dick was sore.

I told him that we intended to play games with his dick, seeing which one of us could toss a ring around it, which one of us could come up with the best name for it, and which one of us make him shoot the furthest load.

"Anything for you my love," he said.

I laughed and responded, "What the hell is that, anything for you my love, what are you Shakespeare or something? Is that your Longfellow?" Steve chuckled, even though the jokes were about him.

He then continued his pointless begging for me to get naked, but instead of saying no right away, I decided to tease him.

"Tell you what," I whispered in his ear sexily, "If you can stroke that monster of yours and prove to me you love me by shooting a load that will hit that wall, I will take my top off for you." Steve gazed at the wall some 10 feet away and said "your bra too?"

"Yes, Mr. Ed, my bra too," I said, cupping my covered breasts in my hands to show them off to Steve. "You will get to see these babies for as long as you like, and maybe hold them too. Would you like to hold them?" Steve just nodded with his mouth wide open.

"Well start stroking," I said, looking at my watch to notice it was nearing 7 p.m., only an hour before Kevin was coming by.

Steve got both hands around his horse cock and started jacking away the way he did just a night before for Janet, Donna and I, and my oh my could he stroke that thing.

"Did you have to get lessons for that?" I asked. Steve just stared at my breasts, hidden behind the tight black t-shirt that covered them snugly.

He stroked away, and I enjoyed the show. Trouble was he was taking an awful long time. He was obviously trying to make the moment last as long as possible.

But my God he was working himself into a frenzy, and appearing to be wearing himself out. I didn't want him to be the first guy ever to get carpal tunnel from playing with his dork too much!

"Finish it off baby," I urged him, for his and my sake. My boyfriend was on the way for crying out loud.

"Oh, God, Saona," he said. "I'm gonna come." Steve pointed his big dick out as far as he could, and shot a huge, thick splatter of come that easily made it to the wall in front of him. Following it was a second load that spurted onto the floor, and a few drops that trickled onto the floor right below his cock.

I was blown away.

"I did it Saona, I did it, I can see those beauties now," he said.

"Steve, Steve, Steve," I said, shaking my head. "You, my dear, did not follow the rules.

Your dick was over the line."

"What line?" he asked in disbelief. "The imaginary line right here, the one from the chair to the bed. Your dick was clearly over that line."

"What line?" he asked in disbelief. "The imaginary line right here, the one from the chair to the bed. Your dick was clearly over that line."

"But Saona, you promised," he begged, almost crying to see me naked.

"Stop groveling," I said. "I hate when men do that. Now wash that wall before my boyfriend gets back, because if he sees you here, he'll cut that big dick of yours off and beat you with it. And when you're done, I want you to vacuum."

"Yes, mam," he said sadly. "May I shower first?"

"Of course," I said. "But make it quick. And leave the door open in case I want to watch you shower." Steve nodded, and went into the bathroom. I waited for just a few seconds, until hearing the water running, and walked in. I immediately went over to the shower, pulled the curtain away and glanced down at Steve's crotch.

Now, from my experience of seeing my boyfriends in either the shower or noticing their bulge in swim trunks, I have maintained the belief that their dicks tend to shrink when they meet water.

But I would be damned if Steve's schlong didn't look to be hanging down even lower compared to other times I had seen it flaccid.

"Admiring the view?" he asked.

"Um!" I blurted out, staring at his endowment.

"Oh, it's the hot water, it makes it swell a bit," he explained, slicking his hair back beneath the jets spraying out.

"You should see my balls." Now, he really had my attention. With the immenseness of his penis, I could not see his balls directly. I turned back and forth to get a better angle but could not see exactly how far they hung down. I finally grabbed Steve by the waist and turned him toward me.

"Turn the water off," I said. "I think you're clean enough." He did so, and I told him to lift up his dick.

When he did, I gasped. You would think I would be used to being shocked at the sight of this guy's genital area, but he surprised me once more.

The hot water Steve was drenching himself in caused his ball sack to sag as far as it could, emphasizing just how huge his balls were.

"Like walnuts," I said out loud.

"What?" Steve murmured. "Your balls," I said. "I've never seen balls like that. They look, I mean, they look like fucking golf balls!" Steve asked me if I was done staring at them, and when I said yes he let go of his dong in such a way it swung down and slapped against his right inner thigh.

I told him to wiggle back and forth, and when he did his dick kept slapping against his legs, making almost like a clapping sound each time it made contact.

"Steve, I still can't get over it," I said. "I have never seen a dick more than six or seven inches long, and yours is bigger than that just on the hang. And I do mean hang." Then, a knock at the door. It was my boyfriend. Oh shit, I thought. A guy with a 13-inch dick is in my shower and I am admiring how big his balls are, and if my boyfriend catches me with him who knows what kind of fight could take place.

I play it cool and don't answer the door.

"Aren't you going to - ,"

"Shhhh," I say to Steve. "He doesn't have a key to my dorm room. I'll just pretend I am not here." After 10 minutes, the knocking ceased, and Steve asked why I didn't want to attend to my lover.

"Because," I said. "I want to get some measurements of your dick, and now is the perfect time." I just realized that not only did I have control of Steve, but I also had control of my boyfriend, who was probably thinking I was studying or something and meanwhile I am staring at some well-hung classmate.

Steve followed me into my room, and when I turned to watch him I focused on his penis swaying back and forth.

I fetched the measuring tape that I had purchased at the mall and knelt down in front of Mr. Ed.

I pushed his heavy schlong out of the way and set the end of the tape just beneath his balls.

"Would it hurt if I squeezed these?" I said jokingly to him.

I then went and reeled out the tape up to his crotch to see just how far those balls hung down, but upon doing so I realized I would have to let go of his dick.

I thought I could pull off this trick, but when I released his dick swung down and caused me to lose my exact placement of the tape underneath his ball sack.

"Jesus Christ," I said in frustration. "Can you please hold that huge schlong up for a second?" Steve laughed and did as I asked.

I found his balls to hang down an amazing 6.3 inches from his crotch, the length of most mens' erect dicks.

And then I really got interested. If Steve's balls hang down six inches, and his dick covers them, how far does his dick hang down? Steve let go of his cock and allowed me to place the tape at the tip of his dick head and reel out nice and carefully the yellow tape along the soft but thick, fat shaft.

I giggled with delight upon finding his dick was exactly 8.5 inches in its soft state, clearly a freak of nature.

Not satisfied, I had Steve spread his legs out even further, and I placed the tape at the top of one of his knee caps.

"What are you measuring now?" he asked.

"Shhhh," I responded.

I found his knees to be exactly 13.5 inches from his crotch, and I announced my finding out loud.

"So what does that mean?" he asked.

"Mr. Ed," I said. "I have just determined that your horse-like dong does in fact hang more than halfway to your knees."

"Yeah, I know," he said, almost embarrassed. "I've been thinking about getting the size reduced." I looked at him in horror, not believing what I just heard.

"Steve you have one of the biggest dicks in the world! Why would you want to reduce its size?" I asked.

"It just gets in the way sometimes," he said. "It's like I almost always want to walk around naked because the damn thing is too big to wear with shorts, too big to wear with tight jeans, too big to - "

"Wait, wait wait," I said, interupting him. "You can't wear shorts?"

"Where am I gonna put this?" he asked rhetorically, grabbing his dick.

"Don't they make clothes for guys with big dicks, like instead of a big and tall, a big and hung store?" I said.

"Very funny," he said.

"Tell you what," I whispered. "Next week, I will take you shopping and we will get some shorts you can wear. My treat." Steve knew I was up to something. Little did he know I was going to force him to wear a pair of shorts so tight that they would have his dick bulging out and visible to every girl on campus.

I took it upon myself to make sure every girl could see what I saw - a dick that is truly a work of art.

Chapter 5

(The story now switches to a third-person point of view.)

"Come on, we're going to play basketball," Saona said to Steve after he answered his door to greet her one afternoon. "I need some exercise."

"Basketball?" asked Steve. "But I'll kill you in basketball."

"Wanna bet?" she asked.

Saona was bored on this day, wanting to humiliate Steve even more by beating him in his own game. Little did either know what a simple game of basketball would lead to.

Saona drove to the nearby basketball court, which gave Steve the opportunity to stare at her legs the whole time.

"I love wearing tiny shorts," she cooed. "Makes me feel so sexy."

Saona looked sexy as well.

"Uh.yeah," Steve answered, trying not to get an erection.

The car rode into the parking lot, as the two saw an empty court come into view.

"What makes you think you can beat me in basketball?" asked Steve, dribbling the ball he brought along.

"I just want to prove I'm better than you in everything," she replied. "I'm smarter than you, I'm better-looking than you, I'm more popular than you, and I bet I'm even more athletic than you, you wimp."

Steve was now extremely motivated. Little did he know that would lead to his demise.

"We'll just see about that," he said.

Steve was wearing a regular-sized pair of red shorts, and a tank-top.

Saona looked like a model even in basketball gear, her short shorts and her tight top accenting the perfect body Steve has long fantasized about.

"First one to 10?" asked Steve.

"Whatever, Mr. Ed," replied the girl. "You can have the ball first."

The game as it turned out, was not a contest.

Trying to extract revenge for the vicious beating his balls had took a week earlier, Steve sank shot after shot, and rubbed it in by dunking for the final point.

Saona was angered, not the right thing for Steve.

"How can you jump so fucking high with a dick that big?" she asked out of disgust. "Doesn't it weigh you down?"

"Yeah, yeah, make fun all you want, but I beat you fair and square," he said.

Saona sure looked good the entire game, her body that is. But she couldn't play worth a damn. Her boobs bounced the entire time, but bounce the ball well she could not.

Steve was gulping down water for refreshment while Saona tried to get him to offer her a rematch.

"One more game," Saona said. "Only this time, I set the rules."

"Wow, this sounds interesting," Steve said. "What, like a game of C-O-W or something?"

A mischievous grin came across Saona's face.

"I was thinking more like a game of H-O-R-S-E," she said. "That would be appropriate."

Steve was feeling awkward again.

"Can't we please hang out for once without you teasing me about the size of my dick?" he asked.

"What? What did I say?" she said innocently.

"Nothing, just play," he replied.

She ordered Steve to make a free throw, which he did. She followed by clanking hers off the backboard.

"You have H," he said.

Saona then ordered him to hit a 3-pointer. Saona followed by tossing up an air ball.

"You have H-O," he said with glee.

"This is getting boring," she said. "Let's make it interesting. Take your shorts off and try to make a lay-up."

Steve didn't think she was serious.

"Yeah right," he said. "Come on, pick a shot."

"Are you gonna go or not?" she asked.

"Come on, Saona, this is a public park. What if someone sees?" he asks.

There was no one within ear shot.

"Or do I have to get my cowboy boots?" she asked.

"Okay, okay," he said.

Steve took a quick look around the park to make sure there was no one within sight, and when he saw it was clear, he quickly pulled down his shorts, tossed them aside and made a lay-in as quickly as possible.

His dong whipped from side to side along the way, slapping against his thighs, but he still made the shot.

He ran back and put his shorts back on, not noticing however, that he forgot to put his underwear on first.

"There, made it," he said.

"Well, of course I'm not taking my shorts off so I pick another one for you," Saona replied.

"Wow, these rules are fair," he said sarcastically.

Saona ignored his protest, and ordered him to make a reverse dunk.

He did in fact do so, but his dong was getting closer and closer to hanging out the bottom of those red shorts.

At any moment, it might come free without the underwear to hold it in place.

Saona tried to make the dunk, but failed miserably.

"You big-dicked freak. I didn't know how you can dunk like that," she said, the anger building up inside her. "Why don't you show me how long you can hang from the rim?"

Steve ran up to the hoop and grabbed hold, and as if one cue Saona ran underneath him and reached up his leg and grabbed his dong."

"Let go," he said out of fear, like she was going to rip it off him or something.

She did so, but yanked his shorts down for the hell of it.

"Oh thanks a lot," he said, covering up after he got back to the ground.

The two headed back to the car, on their way back to campus.

Steve made the stupid mistake of trying to talk trash.

"What a game, huh?" he said. "I beat you 10-0 and then you almost had horse before you quit."

"You're the only horse in this car, you freak," she said angrily.

Every time Steve tried to make conversation on the way home, Saona tuned him out.

She wasn't much of a gracious loser. Getting him back, and humiliating him, was her main focus now.

The two went inside Steve's dorm room, and he politely let her shower first.

The door, of course, was locked while Saona was in there.

She was soaping up her big boobs under the refreshing feel of the hot water, a plan forming so nicely in her head.

She reached down between her legs and soaped up her pussy, getting aroused at the thought of this evil plan.

Before it was carried out, however, she would let Steve shower.

"Mr. Ed, the shower is all yours," she cried out while drying her hair.

Steve came into the bathroom, but was acting as though he would wait until the girl of his dreams left the room.

"Well?" she asked, turning to him. "Get in the shower."

"I can wait until you are done," he said politely.

"Get in the shower now," she said in a bossy tone.

"Okay, okay," he answered.

Saona turned away from the mirror and purposely looked down at Steve's crotch while he got undressed.

His big penis soon came into view, and all of the anger and humiliation she felt from the game they had just played boiled over, and she seized the moment.

"Stop," she said. "Don't get in the shower yet."

She put one of her sexy little feet toward his mouth, and he could not resist the temptation of putting nearly the whole thing in his mouth.

"That's it, suck on my foot," she said. "You're gonna be sucking on something else in a few minutes."

Steve got excited, but little did he know what she meant.

She took her foot out of his mouth, and sat next to him.

The sight of her gorgeous thighs caused his penis to start to grow, and it went from a thick hunk of meat lying on his leg to a hardening rod that started to rise from his crotch.

It grew hard and big so quickly that as Steve scrunched down in the sofa, his erect penis stood straight up and then smacked against his stomach. The 13-inch erection extended all the way up to the middle of his chest.

His hands tied behind his back, he could not hide it.

"Alright, time to suck your dick," Saona said.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course," she said. "You're gonna suck your own dick."

Steve's jaw dropped.

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Oh don't give me that innocent act," she said angrily, scolding him. "I dug up some dirt on you and one of your ex-girlfriends said you can give yourself a blowjob."

"No, she's lying," Steve said.

"Dammit Mr. Ed, I am not fucking around here," she said. "Either you suck your own cock or I'll never speak to you again."

Steve felt so degraded. He knew he shouldn't have beat her in basketball. And now he couldn't believe he even had the nerve to dunk on her.

What was he thinking?

"Do it cocksucker," she said in a mean tone.

Steve didn't want to, and Saona started slapping him hard across the face.

"I thought guys always dreamed of giving themselves a blowjob?" Saona said.

"Yeah, but not in front of a girl," Steve said.

"Well, start sucking," she ordered.

Steve just wanted to get it over with at this point, and bent his head down and jutted his cock up as far as it would go, allowing the huge head to ease into his mouth.

In no time, he started fucking his own mouth.

"Oh my God, it's true," Saona said with a laugh. "You can suck your own dick! Keep going, you cocksucker."

Steve was degraded beyond belief at this point, but kept going only because of his extreme lust for the woman.

Steve was really getting into it, and wanted to come and get it over with.

Saona had other ideas however.

"Here, take it out," she said, telling him to take his cock out of his mouth.

"I don't want you coming yet. I want you to shoot a load so big you almost choke on it."

"But Saona," Steve whimpered. "Don't give me but Saona. I'm gonna play with this thing for a while."

The blonde used her delicate little hands to manipulate Mr. Ed as best she could, stroking the mighty shaft quickly at first, and then slowly, back to a quick pace, and then slowly.

"Was your cock this big when you dunked on me? Huh, you cocksucker?" she said, stroking his 13-inch shaft.

"Saona I'm sorry - "

She cut him off, and smacked him hard across the face.

"Shut up you cocksucker," she said. She then bent his cock as far down as it would go, and let it smack against his stomach with a resounding thud. She did it about five times in a row, with Steve moaning out of discomfort a few of the times.

"God I might break your dick. I better stop," she said.

She then told him to resume blowing himself, and this time she rubbed it in, just as Steve did to her on the court.

While Steve fucked his own face, Saona furiously stroked his humongous pecker, so vigorously she had to keep switching hands out of fatigue.

Steve started to moan, and Saona demanded he shoot off in his own mouth.

The load, not surprisingly, was ridiculously large.

"Gulp it down you cocksucker," she said.

Her slave did, but he could only swallow so much. He had to come up for air and upon doing so cried out "blah" to voice how badly the stuff tasted.

"That's so gross," he said.

"Guess that doesn't taste so good, does it?" she asked.

Revenge was sweet, and a bit salty.