6 comments/ 129587 views/ 20 favorites Mr. Ed By: Diana Retnuhvek Chapter 1 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?" Mr. Ed Pt. 02 The Return of Mr. Ed Chapter 6 It began like any innocent bachelorette party, with all of the boring talk and booze and gag gifts. Saona always thought this night would be more wild than this, but maybe it was her own fault the night was such a drag since it was she who demanded there be no strippers at the gala event. The young beauty opened one gift after another, at one time letting out a mischievous "woo-hoo" upon seeing she received a pair of crotchless panties. That was as exciting as this night got. Until the final gift appeared. Wrapped in white paper with a purple bow, it seemed innocent enough. Saona crossed her sexy, tanned legs and nervously tugged at her short skirt. "We chipped in and got you this," her friend Dina said upon entering Saona's living room with the final prize. While unwrapping the gift upon jealous murmurs about how sexy her body was, and how successful Saona was and how her husband was so muscular and sexy, Saona unwrapped the final gift. It was a box, a big box, so big because it had to fit a very large gift inside its contents. Upon seeing what it was, Saona jumped back with a startling yelp. "Oh my God," she said. "Jesus Christ." Dina already knew the gift was a winner. It was better than the short shorts Saona received, better than the sexy stockings or the crotchless panties or the whips and chains she got as a symbol of her dominant nature in the bedroom. This gift was something special, and it instantly brought back memories. "What is it, what is it?" asked her business friend, Melissa, as she tried to peer in for a closer look. "I can't read this," Saona said while glancing at the message written on the box. A transparent section allowed her to look into the box to see what was inside, and it was as humorous as it was arousing. "Read it, read it," Dina urged, amidst laughter as the women were dying to see what exactly Saona was looking at. The gorgeous brunette, formerly a blonde but still the same pationate individual, began to nervously read aloud the message on the box. "Do you want all the fun of having sex with a guy who is hung like a horse, well here you go. (Laughter) Mr. Ed is an Anatomically Correct Horse Penis. This is a top quality toy and tons of fun for those with an adventurous spirit. This is a great addition to pony play fantasies, Mr. Ed is one man who never minds being measured. He is - oh my God - he is 13 inches long. This horse cock is sure to stimulate you to new levels. When you're ready to fantasize about sex with a dude who is...hung like a horse, give the Mr Ed Horsecock a try. It is an anatomically correct horse penis that packs a load of fun every time you pull it out of your box. Have a horse penis adventure with this 13" long dong. It's not exactly a pony ride." The other women were in hysterical fits, some grabbing to see the package for themselves. Saona was way ahead of them, and opened up the box and grabbed the large, floppy dildo and began whipping it about. She smacked Dina in the leg with it, the fake penis so large it actually left a red mark on the woman's supple thigh. "Thanks a lot, guys, but I don't see how I could ever fit this inside me," Saona said as she held the huge toy aloft. The crowd of 10 women laughed aloud, and Dina replied "oh I knew there wasn't any way, but I just wanted to see the look on your face when you opened that thing, and I got what I wanted." They all had a good laugh, until Saona made a startling discovery. "Holy shit," she said to herself, loud enough that Dina looked over. "What?" her friend asked. Saona now covered her mouth and began to realize something. "This...this box says the model for this...dildo...was Steve McPerkison. I...I fucking knew this guy in college," she said. The women all looked at each other with doubtful stares. "Yeah, suuuure you did," Dina said. "Saona, have another drink, your wedding is next week for Christ's sake." The dominatrix at heart, the center of attention, was angry with her friends not believing her outrageous yet true claim. "I did," she said. "In fact this is what we called him - Mr. Ed. We used to...well, we used to do a lot of things with his...thing. He was so huge, he was so big it -" "Saona sweetie, we know your days in college were hard work, but we didn't know they were so hard they caused you to hallucinate," Dina said. Saona gave up, for the moment. "Yeah, besides dingbat," Melissa said. "No guy could be THAT big. There is no way they actually modeled that after a actual human's thing." ---------------------- Almost a year had passed after the marriage, and the gag gift she received the night of her bachelorette party had hardly been brought up. But Saona still was angry at the thought that her friends did not believe this Steve McPerkison actually existed. Janet, a dominant woman in her own right who was always making jokes about the male's preoccupation with size, read to Saona an interesting article one day at lunch break. "I cut this out, listen to this," the short-haired brunette said. "The title of the article is Whale's penis arouses envy. A-hem. Scores of men have visited Tainan's Sutsao Wild Life Reservation Area where professors, students and volunteers were working on the corpse of a male whale, because they were curious about the whale's genitalia." "Oh Jesus," Saona said. "The whale's penis measures - Jesus Christ - 1.6 meters in length and it looks like a thick water pipe. More than 100 Tainan city resi-dents, mostly men, have reportedly gone to see the corpse to "experience" the size of its penis. The 60-tonne whale was found dead on the seashore of Yunlin County on Sunday. The county government sent the corpse to the National Cheng Kung University, whose biology professors wanted to preserve it as a specimen." Saona just shook her head. And now was the time to bring up a sore subject. "You remember Steve from college?" she asked her former, fellow classmate. The name barely rung a bell. "Mr. Ed?" Saona asked. Now bells rang wildy in Janet's mind. "Ohhhhh, yeah. Oh my God, Mr. Ed, how could I forget?" she asked. "Shit, what the hell was his major, I don't remember anything about him other than he had a 13-inch penis." The two couldn't even recall where he was from. "My God how could I forget him," Janet said with a laugh. "Did you ever wonder... "What?" Saona asked. "Well," Janet went on, "like how he kept it hidden? I mean, there are only two legs to a pair of pants you know." Saona bent her head down in amusement. Janet took a bite of her Caeser salad and crossed a pair of legs that rivaled Saona's. "What made you think of him?" Janet asked. Saona's face tightened with a grimace. "It's just those bitches at my bachelorette party - well I shouldn't say bitches, but they got me this huge dildo as a joke right, and it says on the box that Steve was the guy it was modeled after," she explained. "And they don't believe me that he exists, let alone that I know him. I HAVE to prove them wrong." Janet was intrigued. Before even considering how the two could go about tracking Steve down, it took some time for the news about Steve's modeling job to settle in. They kind of admired his ability to make some money off his gift, with Saona saying "it's about time he made that thing useful." They laughed and reminisced about the fun they had with the lad back in their college dorm rooms. With only a few minutes left before they returned to their executive positions upstairs, the two decided to get down to business. Janet asked Saona if she had ever taken any pictures of Mr. Ed to prove his existence to the other women. Somehow, she had never done so. It was then realized by the two beauties that if they ever had the elusive male figure in their presence again, they wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Almost like they were talking about something they lost, Janet asked Saona to retrace her steps, asking her friend when was the last time she saw Mr. Ed. "Um...oh God I remember I saw him at graduation," she said as she went to close the door to the cafeteria, providing a little privacy. "And he was wearing these tight suit pants that I guess he rented just for the day or something because they didn't fit well and...well, if you knew about his reputation and knew about the size of his dick, you could look and make out the outline of his penis, like it went - " Saona then stood up, and ran her finger down her right leg, stopping about halfway to her knee. "It went all the way down to here," she said. "Oh my God," Janet replied. "I think he was relieved to put his gown on so he wouldn't be self-conscious," Saona remembered. "It was kind of obscene." They had now gone past their lunch break. "Do you think he needed to get his pants taylored a certain way because of his size?" Janet wondered aloud. "I don't know, but we better get going. Hey, I just thought of something. You have two interns too right?" Saona asked. "Yeah, why?" answered Janet as the two walked out of the cafeteria. "Well, if yours are like mine, they have nothing to do during the day. We have to invent things for them to do actually. This would definitely be a good invention - having the four of them track down Steve," Saona explained. Janet laughed. "Are - are you sure we could do that, I mean, without getting caught?" she asked. Saona gave her a mischevous grin, one that implied they can get away with anything because of the power they possessed. "Right. I'll have them on it this afternoon," Janet said. "Excellent," Saona replied. ---------------------------- The two brunette execs, young, bright and powerful, expertly delegated responsibilities to their college interns, and the four teenaged-women went about trying to track down this Steve McPerkison. They tried national directories, state-wide directories, the local phone book, the college Saona attended. Nothing turned up. Because they were merely filling intern positions, they were kept on the job since Saona really didn't need them for anything else. While talking to her husband, Jack, on the phone that afternoon, Saona was interrupted by one of the interns, a perky blonde gal named Jamie. "Saona, Saona! I reached that Steve guy you were trying to track down," she blurted out. "Hold on one second, Jack. What is that Jamie? You did?" asked Saona, instantly interested. "Well, sort of, I didn't actually talk to him but I reached his residence and spoke to his mom," the youngster explained. "His mom?" asked the brunette. "Yes, he lives with his mom, but she was very curt with me. She said 'I know the reason you're calling. Look, it's genetic. He was born like that, and he was always big for his age.' What was she talking about?" asked Jamie. "Is he very tall or something?" "No, no, it's not that," Saona said, getting up from her desk. "Obese? Is he fat?" asked the curious little kitten. "Um, no," the exec replied. "Saona I'm curious, what did she mean?" asked Jamie, unrelenting. Saona could not trust the news of Steve's big secret with such an unreliable source, as it wouldn't go over so well if it was found out what the reason was behind Saona's search for this man. "Um, listen Jamie, you've had a long week. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, just give me that address for Steve and we'll see you Monday," Saona instructed. The perky youngster in the short skirt fetched the address off her desk and retreated back to her boss' office. "St. Paul, Minnesota?" Saona read aloud to herself. "I gotta tell Jamie. We have to fly out tomorrow." ------------------------- Steve was about to come, both of his hands flying up and down on his huge shaft, his bed creaking as a result of his body's wicked contortions. He envisioned a gorgeous woman on top of him, one that was able to take all of his manhood inside her. But alas it was just him, beating his humongous meat just like always. But it was good fun for now. Just as he imagined the woman's welcoming pussy massaging his mighty prick, he shot off a load that drenched multiple parts of his body. One stream after another of thick, hot come shot from his penis, drenching his thighs, his stomach, and some of it even hitting his chest. He then had that moment of total relaxation, his soft penis laying on his leg. But his feeling of contentment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Steve was supposed to give one of his mom's friends a package that afternoon, and he figured she was a little early. Not wanting to miss the woman, he frantically went about getting dressed, having time to put on only a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatpants were somewhat old, and small. His penis bulged out obscenely down the right pant leg. But there was no time. Steve would just hand the package out the door without his lower body being seen and go back to his room. There was another knock at the door, and another. "I'm coming," Steve hollered, not realizing that statement had a double meaning. He cracked opened the door and got the surprise of his life. It was two gorgeous women, in white tank tops, with sunglasses, in short shorts. Tanned perfectly. Legs exposed. Jesus, was he dreaming still? Two brunettes, both with large, round breasts that were being shown off by those tight white tops. "C-can I help you?" he asked, hiding behind the door. "Mr. Ed?" asked one of the brunettes. Then something clicked, Steve realizing the only women to call him by that name were the ones he had such an interesting relationship with in college. And then the reality set in. As she removed her sunglasses, she looked a lot more familiar to the young man. The sly smile gave it away instantly. Even though she had died her hair, she was still very familiar to Steve. "Saona?" he asked, thinking he was in a fantasy. "Can we come in?" the brunette asked, even though it looked as if she was ready to barge in. Steve was hesitant to do so, his attire not exactly appropriate for female company. But he obliged. He quickly grabbed the mail off the front porch and held it casually over his genital area. "Mr. Ed, Janet, Janet, Mr. Ed," Saona introduced the two. "I think we've met," Saona said, recalling a certain session he had with Janet years earlier. "Alright Ed, let's just get down to it," Saona said, plopping her beautiful butt down on one of the sofas in the living room. "My friends bought me your dick for my bachelorette party." Steve was instantly confused, befuddled. He had no idea what she meant, thinking maybe she had a slip of the tongue. "W-what?" he asked. "Your dick," she said. "Your giant dick. I open one of the gifts, and lo and behold, there is your dick." Saona said the word "dick" with so much emphasis, the slang term practically jumped out of her mouth, and hit Steve right in his crotch. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he said, realizing very well that his "dick" was right there with him, in an uncompromising position. Saona was disgusted, and rose from the sofa. "I had to carry the goddam thing in a tote bag," she said, picking up and then dropping a big bag at his feet. "It," Janet began, starting to crack up before she could finish. "It was too big to bring on the plane - it was too big to qualify as carry-on." Now it began to set in what Saona had in that bag. Then it really set in. Saona unzipped the brown duffel, and took from it a large, floppy, life-like yet oversized, fake penis. She lightly smacked him on the cheek with it. "This, you idiot," she said. "They got me this for my bachelorette party, and they don't believe I know you, so - " "I can't believe you got one of these. They only made a few thousand of them, and it was so long ago and I just - " "Let me guess," Janet said. "You needed the money." Saona held the fake penis up high in the air, the long shaft flopping about as she shook it, like a snake caught on a hook. "Jesus, put that away, my mom's coming home soon," Steve said. "You live with your mom?" Saona asked. "God, you are such a loser. I mean Jamie told me you lived with your mom but I didn't think it was possible." Saona then had to explain who Jamie was, and while she was at it had to explain exactly why they had paid Steve a visit, to bring him back to New York to prove his existence to Saona's friends. "My friends think I'm full of shit and they don't believe me that you exist," Saona went on. "And I can't be made to look like a fool." The three then made small talk, with Saona and Janet revealing they were both married, and Steve saying that he was, at the time, unemployed, and in need of a getaway. Saona, doing quite well for herself these days, was able to pay for his plane fare, and seemed eager to get the trip underway. Her legs had gotten bigger around the thighs, more toned and more sexy. The short shorts she was wearing in the August heat were ones that she was allowed to keep from a dance team tryout, a dance team that represented a professional basketball team. Steve snuck as many glances at her legs as possible, knowing it would be great material to which he could masturbate to in some point in time. The three stood there comfortably for a moment, but then, an awkward silence. "So," Saona announced. "How is that big horse schlong of yours?" "Saona!" Janet said with a laugh. "Well, it's a perfectly good question," Saona replied. "You feeding him plenty of oates? You letting him graze in the backyard?" The inevitable happened, as Saona began to cast her eyes downward toward Steve's crotch. He still clung to the mail that he was holding there, trying to cover up. The brunette noticed this, and knew something was amiss. "Whatch 'ya get in the mail there today Ed?" she asked. "Oh, just bills," he said, still holding the mail down below. Saona and Janet looked at each other. "You know Janet, it's funny, when I get the mail I usually hold it up closer to my eyes to see what it is, don't you?" Saona asked her friend. "Yeah, Steve must have really good vision," she answered. Another awkward silence. And then Saona lost her patience. She grabbed the mail from Steve's hand, and saw his bulging crotch, his penis snaking down his right pant leg and spots of moisture showing up all over. "My word," Janet said as she walked away, taken back by the lude sight of his massive bulge. Steve was embarrassed, Saona was amused, and she reached out and yanked his sweatpants down before he could recover. Steve let out a groan as his penis, drenched in come, had stuck to the inside of his pants. It having stuck to the material, when it was yanked away from it, it caused it to flop around that much more, and wildly flew up in the air before settling down between his legs. "Saona! I can't look at that thing," Janet squealed, leaving the room. Saona, however, looked on without shame. "Let's compare the two," she said, grabbing for the fake penis. She held it up alongside Steve's penis, which began to elongate in the presence of such a dominant beautie. Steve's penis began to harden and get thicker and longer, and as it did Saona freely copped a feel to compare it to the one she received as a gift. "Yours is really hard, mine's kind of floppy," she said to herself. Janet had re-entered the room, and walked up to the two. "Wow, it's an incredible likeness," she said with a laugh while looking down at the two penises. She then handed Steve a picture, and asked "is this your father?" Steve took it from her, and with a smirk he replied "very funny." "What is it? What is it?" Saona asked. The picture was of Steve, standing next to a horse. Mr. Ed Pt. 02 "This was taken last year at my cousin's ranch," he explained. The two women were having their fun. Steve had noticed that Saona obviously looked at his penis quite openly, yet Janet did it in a more subtle way, pretending she wasn't yet every few minutes she glanced down. She even pretended to be offended at the sight of the thing at first, yet soon re-entered the room. He was trying to figure out which woman's demeanor turned him on more - the one who was quite obviously a voyeur or the one who pretended not to be but was anyway. Saona was playfully stroking Steve while Janet began to voice concern about them catching their plane. "Oh I'm just gonna stroke his cock until he comes, and then we'll get going," Saona said casually. "There's no way he'd be able to get this thing back in his pants this way." There was now a peaceful silence, the only sounds being Steve's groans of pleasure. "So how's Fred?" Saona asked Janet, mockingly trying to make conversation while she was masturbating a well-hung man. "Oh Fred? Fred's good. How's Jack?" she asked, playing along. "Jack couldn't be better," Saona replied. Steve was getting close. He felt like he was fucking Saona's hand, thrusting his body in rythem with her strokes. Janet continued to play along with Saona. "Oh and who is this gentleman standing next to you, the one with the big dick. Are you the famous Mr. Ed?" she asked with a mock seriousness. "Y-yes," he replied, about to come. "That's quite a dong you have," Janet went on. "Must be three times the size of my husband's, and Saona, based on the pictures you showed me of your Jack, it must be twice the size of his." Without warning, Steve fired his load in Janet's direction, not meaning to hit the sexy woman but indeed soaking the front of her shirt, just below her large bosoms. The load was at first a dot on her shirt, yet so thick, it spread out to where it was a large wet spot. She acted shocked, her hands up in the air, acting as if she had just been hit by a water pistol. "Oh-my-God," she said. "He...came on me." "You better change," Saona said, "I'll give you one of my shirts." Janet took her top off without waiting. Saona was shocked, saying "Janet, you can go in the bathroom and change - " "It's okay, I have a bra on," she replied. And did she ever, a black satin bra that Steve couldn't believe he didn't notice underneath her white shirt. But there it was, and he caught himself staring. "Getting a good look, you perv?" Janet said. She then teasingly shook her bra-covered breasts at the man, wiggling from side to side as the large flesh mounds looked like they were trying to be freed from their restraints. Steve was getting hard again, and Saona noticed this literal development. "Uh, Janet, quit it," Saona said, pointing to Steve's growing erection. "We have to be able to at least fit this one as a carry-on," she said. While Steve got dressed and packed, the two women, totally by accident, found something in a pile of magazines while they searched for reading material. They brought it along without their male friend knowing anything about it. And the three got dressed for the airport. -------------------------- It was a long flight, and the three searched for small talk. Janet asked Steve what he had been doing since graduation. It was almost amusing when the three actually had a serious conversation. Steve spoke of possibly taking an internship with a major company near his home. "You should do it, Steve, seriously," she encouraged. "You would be surprised how good the experience would be." The ride was a smooth one, but Steve couldn't help but think what was in store for him. He asked the two women what the plans were. "Well, I think we're gonna have Dina over, and you're gonna show her you know what, and you can play with it if you want - you know, give her a show," Saona explained. "Would you play with it?" Steve asked. Saona smiled. "Maybe. Maybe I'll even play with it with my feet if you're extra nice," she said. Steve looked down at Saona's cute, little feet, both of them bare as she had removed her sandals for the flight. As soon as the three arrived back at Saona's place, she called her husband to make sure he would be at the office until later that night. Janet, meanwhile, called the one person they had something to prove to. "Dina's coming," Janet announced. A feeling of anticipation set in, as Saona and Janet looked forward to proving to Dina Steve's existence, and Steve looked forward once again to being played with and manipulated by these gorgeous women. Janet had told Dina everything on the phone, that the character Saona spoke of at her bachelorette party was indeed in their custody, so to speak. Finally, Dina arrived. She walked through the door seemingly in a hurry. Steve's jaw almost dropped when he saw she was attractive as the other two, only she was wearing stockings and a business outfit. Her skirt and blouse also made her look sexy though. She was introduced to Steve, and then the foursome sat down and had some coffee. Steve would find out that Dina was also married, yet shared the same passion for having a little fun like the other two women. "This is strictly confidential okay guys," Dina said timidly, not wanting her Carl to find out about this little episode. "Oh of course," Saona said. "Steve, show her, go ahead show her. Just pull down your pants." Steve arose and stood before Dina. He slowly unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down. A pair of boxer briefs with a large bulge was all that covered his enormous weiner. He slowly pulled the boxer briefs down, and his soft penis fell out, nearly hitting Dina in the knee. "A-hah," Saona shouted proudly. "I told you I wasn't making this guy up." Dina's face was one of shock and confusion. She had never seen anything like it. When she had bought the gift it was thought to be a joke. Now this thing had turned into reality. Dina looked at the ever-expanding phallus, her eyes widening by the second. "Touch it, he likes you," Steve encouraged. "Yo, Mr. Ed, we're calling the shots here, you mind?" Saona reminded him. Dina instead just continued to stare in awe at his penis. "I must say guys if I didn't see it in person I never would have believed you about his thing," she said to the women, almost as if Steve wasn't there. Saona handed Steve a ruler, and as if he had done it a million times before, and indeed had, he rested the ruler on top of his hardened penis. Dina stood up a bit to see that the ruler rested on top of the shaft and stopped at the head. Thirteen inches was indeed the measurement. While Dina sat in a stupor, unable to believe her own eyes, Janet began to read from an article she snatched from Steve's house earlier that day. It would provide insight. "At the time of Steve's birth, it was first thought that the unfortunate tyke had been born with a third leg, the appendage in question dangling from the general area of his crotch and hanging down just a tad short of his ankles," she began. "Would you give me it!" shouted Steve as he grabbed for the article. Dina stood up on one of the chairs, out of his reach while the women tried to hold him back. He now had learned his lesson about keeping such things unhidden in his room. They could end up in the wrong hands. "Upon closer examination, however, the astounded doctors discovered that this mammoth protrusion was actually little Steve's penis," Dina read laughingly. Steve began to give up trying to stop the reading, Saona wrestling him to the ground and sitting on his chest. It actually wasn't a bad position for Steve to be in. "The phenomenally-endowed newborn had caused quite a stir in medical circles, not to mention among the hospital nursing staff, all of whom, at one time or another, made a point of asking Steve's mother who the father was - and where he might be found," Dina continued. "There was even a short write-up in a medical journal, with a full color photograph of the organ in question and a very impressive bar graph." "God, Steve, I never knew there was so much material written about your dick," Janet teased. "As might be expected, growing up with such an large appendage dangling between his skinny legs had proven a difficult task for poor Steve," Dina read on. "Always a clever boy, he had devised an ingenious method to insure his odd affliction would remain hidden from the prying eyes of an unforgiving world, oh poor Mr. Ed," Dina added. "Every morning before school, after going pee, Steve would roll up his massive ding dong as one might roll up a garden hose. Then, with the aid of a long strip of heavy duty masking tape, Steve secured the offending member to the inside of his right thigh, thus preventing it from escaping the modest confines of his faded Levi's either down a pant leg or over his waistband, as had happened on several occasions, with predictably embarrassing results." "Oh, my God, so it was huge back then?" asked Saona. "Yeah, probably nine or 10 inches," he replied. The women fought over the magazine for the hour or so, looking at the pictures and reading the funny material. With Steve doing nothing but laying there underneath Saona, her crotch only inches from his face, he didn't really want to move. But Saona made him. "Steve, make yourself useful, go make us some iced tea," she demanded. "Glasses are in the cupboard and the mix is down below." Steve stood up and began to waddle toward the kitchen with his pants around his ankles. He nearly tripped. "Oh just take your pants off for Christ's sake," Dina said with a laugh. "I kind of liked it that way," Janet argued, "it made his dick flop around more." "Oh we'll make it flop around, trust me," Saona said. Steve looked startled, and took off his jeans and walked toward the kitchen. As he came back into the room, Steve noticed three sets of eyes staring at his crotch. He set down the iced tea, although none of the women were even looking at that. "Steve, do some jumping jacks," Saona commanded. Steve was confused, and asked why. "Because I'm worried about your fitness," she said sarcastically. "Because we want to see your cock bounce, what do you think?" Steve was about to do them, but Saona corrected him, saying "no, no, no, take your shirt off too." He did a few, but with little effort. His penis still bounced around from side to side and up and down, causing Dina and Janet to burst out laughing. Saona wanted a better effort though. Now he was jumping higher, and moving his legs more emphatically. His penis flopped out of control, and the women's eyes followed its violent contortions all over the place. "How many?" asked Steve as he continued jumping for the ladies. "I don't know, a hundred, how's that?" Saona fired back. Steve then began to purposely making his penis smack against his stomach to amuse the women. Dina lost it. "Stop, oh my God stop, my stomach hurts," she said, rolling over in laughter. "Your stomach hurts, how do you think mine feels?" Steve asked. Just as he settled down for a breather, Saona barked more orders at him. "Do the side to side move," she said, swiveling her sexy hips back and forth to show him. Steve followed her instruction, and his penis swung back and forth, slapping against his thighs. This wasn't helping Dina's state. "She needs some air," Janet said, as their could barely catch her breath. "Oh my God that was too funny," Dina replied. Steve collapsed onto the couch in between Saona and Dina. He was out of breath, unable to speak. Saona and Dina stared at the large appendage he had between his legs, the soft phallus lying on his left leg. "What a schlong," Dina said, amused. "When you sit on the toilet does it hang down into the water?" Steve was still unable to answer, too tired to do so. Another part of him though, rose on cue, as Saona started to stroke his mighty penis to an erection. "I'll race ya'," she said to Dina. "The first one to get this thing to shoot wins." The two women took turns stroking his huge shaft. Dina at first used two hands to get used to the size. She even took her wedding ring off for a better feel. "It's so damn big," she said. Steve was barely coherent, so tired from the exercise, but his penis was more alive than ever. Saona's strokes were the first to get him off, as he shot off a load that had been building since the flight. Three big loads landed out in front of the three on the floor, with Dina standing to the side this time for safety. "My, God, you could put fires out with that thing," Dina joked. "Now do you believe me?" Saona said to her skeptical friend. -------------------------------------------- Saona got what she wanted out of Steve and now had no use for him, at least for the moment. Steve would call her every day at her office, begging to see her again. She would put him on speaker phone so her co-workers, all female, could laugh at him along with her. "Is that the guy with the huge..." one woman would ask. "Mr. Ed stop calling here," she would scold him, and hang up. One day, however, things changed. The summer interns at Saona's office were gone, back in school for the year. A secretary had moved on to a better job. "Where am I going to find cheap help?" Saona wonderered aloud in her office one day. Janet also wondered along with her. "Someone who would take a meager salary, work long hours, do menial tasks like get us coffee, run erands, take abuse..." she pondered. Saona suddenly had an idea, an evil smile coming across her face as she sat back in her chair and crossed her stocking-clad legs. "Someone with no pride. Someone to obey my every whim. Someone who...worships me," she went on, and Janet caught on. "Someone who's...hung like a clydesdale?" Janet smirked. "Jeez Janet you just narrowed that job search down for me," Saona laughed. "My God, Saona, you have to hire him! The office is all women, think about the fun we could have with him and his big prick," Janet said. And just then, Saona picked up the phone to offer Mr. Ed a job. CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SEVEN Mr. Ed "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. Mr. Ed 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. TO BE CONTINUED...