Ellen's Magnificent Obsession

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a series of allegedly true posts by an alleged young woman...

I can state from personal experience that there is such a thing as being 'cock-whipped.' This is a true story of my obsession with one man's penis.

The summer after my junior year of college I was invited by my best friend Angelea to a weekend-long party at her parents farm. It was extremely hot one afternoon and while most of the party had gone into town a certain number of us remained behind sunning near a small pond on the farm. There was a group of about eight of us, four women and four men, and after imbibing much alcohol(and partaking of certain other substances) the topic of skinny-dipping arose ( I believed Angela suggested it- she was always much less inhibited than me, or most other people for that matter).

Of the four guys present three were rather hunky, including a tall, very well-built guy named Bart, with sandy blond hair and a very strong, dimpled chin; I'd been lusting after him all weekend. The fourth guy, Ron, was about 5'-8”and couldn't have weighed more than about 140lbs..He was also somewhat geeky and had remained somewhat on the periphery of the party all weekend. Each of the three guys ,other than Ron, was wearing fashionable (for the times) form-fitting swimsuits. Ron, consistent with his geeky image, was wearing a very baggy pair of bermuda shorts that tended to accentuate his very skinny legs.

Angela was the first to start disrobing, removing her bikini top to reveal her voluptuous breasts (36 DD's). She ran into the pond, her breasts bouncing obscenely, as I self-conciously peeled out of my one-piece while furtively glancing at Bart as he removed his swimsuit (his cock was pleasingly promiment, but at the time I was more impressed with his impeccably sculpted buns). Angela was splashing and giggling in the middle of the pond chiding the rest of us for our tentative, toes first approach into the pond. Suddenly, she stopped splashing and audibly gasped. Each of us, alerted by Angela's gasp, turned to see what Angela was gaping at. As I turned I glimpsed only Ron's pasty white figure walking gingerly towards the pond, his hands drawn up by his ribs as he walked barefoot over the gravelly perimeter of the pond. The source of Angela's shock became apparent. It was Ron's penis- at least it appeared to be a penis, but seemed too impossibly huge to be a penis. It dangled two-thirds of the way to his knobby knees and seemed nearly half as thick as his scrawny thighs. All seven of us were staring at Ron ,but he was totally oblivious. Finally, Ron seemed to notice that the splashing and giggling had been replaced by stunned silence and he stopped his approach to the pond and looked up. I quickly averted my gaze from his immense penis and looked at the rest of the group standing in the pond. Each of the three other women continued to stare at Ron's midsection, with their mouths agape. The three guys had a somewhat different look on their faces-stunned, but mixed with a certain amount of, I don't know, perhaps consternation. In retrospect, I would estimate Ron's perfectly flaccid penis as close to ten inches long and perhaps seven inches in circumference. I had never seen anything like it, nor have I since seen such a gargantuan male organ.

I'm hazy on the precise sequence of events that followed, but I belived Ron moved quickly to submerge himself and his remarkable organ and a kind of forced frivolity returned. Ron must have been aware of the reaction of the group,but he said nothing, and no one, not even Angela, said anything to Ron about his penis. Bart begin to cozy up to Angela in a way that should have bothered me, at least disappointed me, but I couldn't stop thinking about Ron's gigantic cock. being more on the shy side than Angela, I stayed in the middle of the pond, treading water. Ron paddled over and, for the first time that weekend, directly addressed me.

I don't recall what he said- I'm sure it was just small talk- but his proximity to me, or rather the proximity beneath the surface of that immence penis, gave me that funny, tingling feeling down below. Ron was physically and socially awkward, the opposite of Bart, and yet suddenly I was giggling at every stupid thing he said.

I remember little more of what took place in the pond for the next twenty of so minutes, recalling only a electric sexual tension that overwhelmed me, but I have one very vivid memory of standing in the pond as Ron left the water at one point and noting with amazement (as I am sure everyone else did) that Ron's penis was so long that it was clearly visible between his legs even when his back was to me.

I felt like I would explode if I didn't touch myself, and I occasionally did stimulate myself underwater when Ron and his cock would emerge from the pond. Angela, who had barely been able to conceal her disdain for Ron, began acting very girlishly in his presence. At one point she followed him out of the pond and stood very close to him, giggling and jiggling her breasts as she flirted with him. Ron's cock lengthened, but continued to hang perfectly perpendicular to the ground, now nearly hanging to his knees (although I had no experience in these matters at the time, I now realize that his cock must have been at least a foot long).

Angela and Ron suddenly disappeared behind a wild hedge of small trees, tall grass, and weeds at the far end of the pond and remained out of sight for approximately 15 minutes. Bart seemed to grow increasingly agitated and finally collected his things and returned to the house, followed shortly thereafter by the other two remaining males. The two girls that remained in the pond with me were about to gather their things when Angela finally returned, her face very flushed and her expression comically dazed, followed by a newly self-possessed Ron, his massive cock now a mottled pink and larger than ever, although ostensibly flaccid. After a very pregnant silence, Angela suddenly blurted out "You have GOT to feel his cock.”With that, Ron walked up to me and stood directly in front of me and paused. He then reached out and gently took my right hand in his left hand, turned my palm up while simultaneously taking his organ in his other hand and then placing it in my upturned palm. My eyes seemed to go out of focus as I watched him place his cock in my hand, but as I felt the middle portion of his member rest in my hand, the lower half of his organ dangling out of my hand, I involuntary clasped his cock, my hand closing little more than halfway around its amazing girth, my hand and arm trembling as if from the weight of it. I just stood there staring at it, this enormous slab of cockmeat gently pulsing in my hand. I'm not sure how long I held it, but Ron eventurally removed my hand from his organ and did exactly the same thing to the two other girls, each of whom, like me, passively and like zombies, permitted Ron to take their hand and place his semi-turgid organ in their palms.

For the next three days Ron and Angela fucked almost continuously. When Ron wasn't fucking Angela he was letting me fellate him. Normally I would have been repulsed at the idea of fellating a man who was simulaneously fucking my best friend, but it was as if I was powerless to resist Ron's cock. Each time I would suck his cock he would attempt to fuck me, but his cock would simply not fit in my vagina. This continued for the remainder of the summer-Ron fucking Angela,cumming in my mouth,and finally,fucking me by early August. The sensation was indescribable. My obsession was complete. I was his sexual slave.

 

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We continued to have sex for six months until Ron moved to the west coast. That was five years ago. to this day I masturbate almost daily thinking of Ron's cock.”

One of you ladies asked whether it is possible to put a large penis to good use after it becomes flaccid--this post addresses that question. The answer is yes, buy the way.

I can't tell you how gratifying your response has been. I actually have never discussed Ron in detail with anyone before for fear of being labelled a pervert. Don't get me wrong-I have no problem with being labelled a "size Queen.”I've freely expressed to my girlfriends a preference for more well-endowed men, but never discussed Ron specifically because of his freakish dimensions. We all nod our heads when on of us relates our enthusiam for an eight inch cock, but an obession with a thirteen inch cock is a different matter.

There are no words to adequately describe the feeling of invaginating something that size, but here goes. Even after months of fucking Ron there was always a significant element of pain invloved, but even the pain somehow contributed to the excitement because it was a constant reminder that what I was doing was illicit, and yes, obscene. Because a Thirteen inch cock is by its nature obscene, my fascination and obsession with it was therefore also obscene. Imagine that feeling of gripping a big cock with your vigina, flexing your "kegal”muscles to create that sense of pressure. Now imagine that sense of pressure tenfold and imagine that your vaginal and pelvic muscles aren't straining to produce that pressure ,but are straining to alleviate the intensity of the pressure, to open wider, to accommodate a penis so massive that even with its head pressed firmly against your cervix you can still see five inches of unused cock, as wide as your forearm, glistening with your juices and visually exciting you to even greater heights of pleasure. Virtually every time I screwed Ron I began orgasming within the first few strokes and continued orgasming approximately every three minutes. Initially Ron wouldn't last that long, generally coming by the time I'd had my third or fourth orgasm. Soon however, I discovered that if I remained very still after Ron's climax I could resume spasming around his ten-inch flaccid cock. Once we discovered this my orgasms became limitless as my series of orgasms would induce another erection and more fucking. On more than one occasion I tried to count the number of orgasms,but I always lost count after lapsing into a state of virtual incoherence, a state Ron ,at first, confused with a seizure, but was really nothing more that continued vaginal convulsions past the point of total physical exhaustion. I once lost count at 32 orgasms. At the end of a typical session with Ron I was bathed in sweat and suffering from total muscular exhaustion. On more that one occasion my vaginal muscles began to cramp-now that was painful. The first time Ron left his cock in me after his climax and I continued orgasming, I slept 18 hours after we finished.

Ron possessed virtually no technique, not that I cared. I had no interest in receiving oral pleasure from Ron. I had no interest in foreplay.

However, Ron was a very tender lover. He was very concious of his size and no doubt had injured other partners (Angela battled a chronic case of cervictis throughtout that summer and fall). I actually like a fair amount of rough animal sex and ,at times, like a tender ,slow fuck. Ron could do both simultaneously. Even at his tenderest there was something violent about being violated by something that size. I must admit that I sometimes despair because I know that I will never feel these sensations again.”

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I've been meaning to respond to certain recent posts and Tim's questions about Ron seem like a good opportunity. In particular I would like to respond to 'what?'s' post of 11/20 in which he stated that he felt sorry for me. It's difficult to tell in a forum like this whether 'What' meant that he pities me or genuinely feels sorry for me because of the adverse effect I believe this obsession has had on my sex life. 'What' seems like a thoughtful and sincere person and my sense is that he meant to be genuinely sympathetic. Let me state that I do not perceive myself to be pitiable and would not want anyone's pity. Although Ron's cock has dominated my sexual life, it has not dominated my life in general. I am a fourth- year medical student; I have an active social life and warm and close family. I feel very fulfilled in my life, with the exception of my sex life. Even with regard strictly to my sex life I don't think I'm deserving of pity. I have experienced heights of sexual ecstasy that I believe few women or men will ever experience. I don't mean to be presumptuous when I say that, afterall, none of us can really guage another's sexual satisfaction. But by the ,perhaps,crude measures available to us: number of orgasms, relative intensity of orgasms, shared subjective accounts of sexual satisfaction, I would submit that the six months I spent with Ron was a sexual nirvana. Sex and thoughts of my extraordinary sexual partner permeated everything I did and every waking thought. The sexual anticipation of our next encounter, the knowledge of Ron's uniqueness, the rapture that I unfailingly experienced with Ron, all of these things contributed to a sense of sexual fulfillment that I believe few ever attain. I'm certain some of you are asking 'what about emotional fulfillment?' I can't really respond to that question. It's almost as if the sexual aspect of my relationship with Ron was so extraordinary that it obviated any need for an emotional component. I can say with certainty that I did not love Ron and that ,but for his amazing cock I would have had no interest in him, sexually or socially.

The fact is there are so many things about my reaction to Ron and his gigantic cock that I still don't fully understand. For instance, the distinction Angela recently drew between 'lust' and her reaction to Ron is something that I also experienced although the distinction was lost on me at the time. I felt lust for Bart at the pond.I've felt lust in passing for many men at various times, either because of the way they looked or the way they comported themselves. And I think I lusted after Ron when he wasn't with me,if lust means sexually longing. But the presence of Ron's cock and the sight of it produced a much different reaction in me. Like Angela, I experienced a submissive reaction that I've never felt in any other situation. I know it's a terrible cliched metaphor, but I did literally turn to jelly at the sight of Ron's colossal cock. I was overwhelmed with a desire to submit to this grossly oversized organ, to be taken by it and dominated by it. I was helpless in its presence. For instance, although I knew that Ron was having sex with Angela and other women and it generally did not bother me; on one occasion I became mildly upset when I realized (I forgot how) that Ron had just come from being with another woman, and I initially resisted Ron's sexual overtures. Ron quickly resorted, of course, to producing from his pants his remarkable penis. He walked to where I was sitting, cross-legged in a chair, and slowly took one of my legs so as to uncross them. It was the oddest feeling: I was incensed by Ron's attitude, his presumptuousness, his damned confidence in the power of his cock, and I believed when he started to uncross my legs that I would merely resist. However, it seemed I could see only this huge cock-everything else in my field of vision blurred- and muscular control over my legs just vanished.

It was if I had been given a spinal. He uncrossed my legs, and then stood up rather than proceeding with his seduction. He just stood there, with his amazing thing growing to its full immensity, and as I watched helplessly I suddenly heard myself begging Ron to take me. I knew from prior experience with Ron that the fuck I'd get in response to my begging would beunusually rough, and my instinct was to slow his penetration, to blunt the violation of my own sexual organ, to steal myself against the impending asult on my uterus and cervix. But even this instinctive reaction, the reflex against pain and discomfort, was overwhelmed and, on this occasion, Ron battered me with an intensity that I was powerless to resist or even protest. All of my orgasms with ron were blindingly powerful, deep vaginal orgasms, but the series of orgasms I experienced on this occasion may have been the most powerful I've known.

I'm not an anthropologist. I don't know what caused me to feel the way I did. As you know, I've speculated that the pond incident and the reaction of male and female to Ron's hugeness may have assumed undue significance to me. But I believe Angela may be right whenshe says that there may be some atavistic submissive response to a big cock, some instinctive capitulation response or reflex when confronted with a gigantic penis.

 

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My name is Ellen. I have attached certain messages that were originally posted to the sexxxplosion board. Vic has been gracious enough to post Part I and Part II already. Vic, I'll try to save you the trouble of retyping certain of my sexxxplosion posts. I've unfortunately lost certain of the messages that I'd posted to the sexxxplosion board, including those relating to Ron's childhood and his discovery of his extraordinary endowment and my description of how the mere visual impact of Ron's extraordinary cock twice induced orgasms without benefit of direct clitoral stimulation. Vic, if you have those, would you be so kind?

I would like to take this opportunity to correct certain misimpressions. My friend Angela (whom I refer to in the following messages) also posted certain messages on the sexxxplosion board regarding her experiences with Ron, including one that referred to her current relationship with a modestly endowed man. Vic, I believe you inadvertently attributed certain of Angela's posts to me. I am not currently in a relationship and, much to my chagrin, have found it difficult to maintain a relationship with a man who does not possess an abnormally large penis. Without further ado...

There is actually a very significant detail that I can add. As I've previously mentioned I never measured Ron's cock. I knew it was abnormally large but at the time I foolishly felt no need to measure, quantify, preserve or otherwise memorialize Ron's cock. Given the opportunity now I would meticulously photograph such a specimen, take plaster casts, measure its weight and surface area and do whatever else I could to document what may be the most disproportionately large male organ on the planet. However, as I have discussed Ron in this forum in recent days I've begun to recall things I'd forgotten. It occurred to me yesterday that during the time I was with Ron I occasionally wore a silver chain armlet, a gift given to me by a friend who had briefly lived in India. One day early in our relationship (such as it was) I was stroking Ron's erect cock as he laid on the bed and I playfully took the armlet from my bedside dresser, placed it over the head of Ron's cock and let it slide down his shaft. The armlet slid about halfway down Ron's cock and then lodged just shy of the widest part of his shaft (as I'll describe in greater below, Ron's cock was substantially wider in its middle portion than at the base or head). As soon as I remembered this I began frantically searching for the armlet, frantic because I haven't worn it in years and feared I may not be able to find it. Well, I did find it and I measured it, and I can report that the armlet is 9.5 inches in circumference. So, I would estimate that Ron's cock was at its widest between 9.5 and 10 inches in circumference. If your looking for a comparison, the typical paper coffee cup you'll find in your office is about 9.5 inches in circumference at the top end (i.e., the open mouth of the cup, that is, larger than a soda can). After patting myself on the back for this investigative and inductive triumph I looked at the armlet and literally shuddered to think of the prodigious amount of cockmeat I'd managed to invaginate.

As I've mentioned, it was weeks before Ron could fully penetrate me. Ron must have been used to this and was very patient. I was not as patient. I cannot describe the intensity of my need for his cock, and I would weep each time Ron would have to withdraw after inserting only a few inches. The problem was exacerbated by my friend Angela, who was stoking my desire with tales of mindblowing orgasms and graphic descriptions of the sensation of Ron's cock completely filling her and who was also simultaneously feeding my apprehension as she kvetched about her chronic cervicitis and cervical bruising (Angela could also be wildly funny; I still convulse with laughter when I remember Angela's rendering of her conversation with her very mystified gynecologist). I embarked on a regimen of stretching exercises involving cucumbers and even eggplants and, while feeling ridiculous about fucking vegetables, was pleased to note that Ron was able to insert more of his cock each time we tried intercourse.

Ron insisted, sensibly, that I be on top when we attempted intercourse, giving me more control over how much of Ron's cock I would take. After Ron's cockhead would slip in, I would begin very gradually slithering down on Ron's cock. It was an extreme turn-on to realize that four inches of Ron in me represented more cockmeat, in terms of volume, than I'd ever accomodated. But at four inches Ron's cock was still widening, and for two weeks progress became excruciatingly slow. My vagina simply seemed incapable of stretching to accept the widest part of Ron's cock, and I truly feared that I would injure myself if I proceeded any further down Ron's ungodly fleshpole.

By early August I was at the point of reasoning to myself that the pain would be fleeting, that any tissue damage could be repaired, and that come hell or high water I would be filled with Ron's magnificent tool. Ron came to my apartment the first Friday in August with a bottle of wine and we lapsed into our usual routine. Ron would sit on the sofa with a glass of wine and we would engage in a little chitchat as I unzipped his pants and delicately removed his organ. Ron would describe his day (Ron was an engineering major and would describe his professors or his day in class or the lab) while I stroked and licked his cock. After about ten minutes I would disrobe and Ron and I would get into bed. This Friday evening was perfectly routine except that Ron was being unusually dilatory about getting into bed. It was also plain that something was bothering Ron (I learned later that Ron was becoming more enamored of Angela and was distressed that Angela was seeing someone else; more on that later). I finally pulled Ron into bed and pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I had recently begun liberally dousing Ron's cock with baby oil in an attempt to increase lubrication. Although I was always virtually dripping when around Ron, even the most plentiful supply of vaginal lubrication is quickly spread thinly over the surface area of a cock like Ron's. In my excitement I had spilled some baby oil on Ron's chest and he muttered 'Jesus Christ, watch it.' This kind of rebuke from Ron generally did not bother me simply because I had no emotional attachment to Ron - I wanted only his gigantic cock. But this time I felt a twinge of hurt at Ron's irritation. I nonetheless proceeded, feeling Ron's cockhead pop past my vaginal opening and beginning my slow descent.

Within the preceding week I'd begun experiencing vaginal orgasms as I reached the four inch mark on Ron's cock, and I paused this evening as I was overcome by an orgasm. As my vagina dilated I was able to get another inch of Ron's cock in, but I needed to get another inch to inch and one-half in order to get past the widest part of Ron's shaft. I simply couldn't do it - I felt as if I'd be torn in two. I began weeping in frustration and Ron, rather than exhibiting his usual patience and understanding, said something to the effect of 'jesus, let's just forget about it for the evening.' I suppose it was my frustration, and the residual hurt of Ron's irritation over the baby oil, that made me boil over. With about five inches of Ron's cock still in me I raised my right hand to slap his face. Ron instinctively brought his hands up to cover his head and suddenly rolled slightly to his right, away from the direction of the anticipated blow. Suddenly three additional inches of Ron's glorious fuckpole slipped into my vagina, his cockhead barely kissing my cervix without striking it. Ron immediately realized what had happened and gasped 'Oh my God, are you O.K?.' I too had gasped at the unanticipated penetration and paused for moment holding my breath, aware that I had strained something at the entrance to my vagina, aware that I seemed unable to contract or even attempt to contract my vaginal muscles and fearing for a moment that I'd been injured. In the next second the pain and fear of pain was overshadowed by the realization that I was absolutely stuffed with the biggest cock extant, and the sense of being completely filled, the feeling of Ron's cock lightly pressed against my cervix, seemed to suffuse my entire being. Still holding my breath I began slowly lowering my upper body down onto Ron as the room seemed to be going black. Ron was paralyzed with apprehension, not sure if he'd injured me, and still rolled slightly to his right side. By the time my left cheek rested on Ron's left shoulder my eyes were rolling back into my head and a feeling that I couldn't control was spreading from my uterus throughout my entire body like an avalanche. And then it exploded. I began spasming uncontrollably and gasping for breath. I was experiencing my first vaginal orgasm. Sorry, but I must run. To be continued. I have greatly appreciated everyone's encouragement and support. I sense that interest in details about Ron and my obsession are waning, but I have cherished the opportunity this forum has afforded me to discuss for the first time my feelings and doubts about my fetish. And I use the word fetish advisedly. I think it is a healthy thing that women can express sexual and anatomical preferences, a right taken for granted by men. But I have discerned in some of you the same kind of fetishistic fascination with grossly outsized penises that I have. Although I experienced heights of sexual ecstasy with Ron that I've never subsequently experienced and may never again experience, I now firmly believe that my fetish has adversely affected my sex life.

 

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It is important that I distinguish between my fetish and the very normal and natural desire that many of you have for a 'big one.' My fetish has manifested itself in a focus on one particular attribute, namely penis size, to the exclusion of all other attributes that a prospective sexual partner may possess. Whereas most women associate masculinity and sexual attractiveness with various attributes (including physical attractiveness and strength, financial success, self-confidence, assertiveness), penis size has come to to be my sole criterion of masculinity and sexuality. My relationships with men since Ron have suffered as a result. Imagine if you will knowing a man with great physical beauty and emotional maturity, a tender and caring man, an attentive and ardent lover, and further imagine that he has a thick, nine inch penis. Now imagine that your feelings for this man, the natural development of emotional attachment, is retarded and ultimately thwarted because you perceive this man to be lacking in virility. I knew objectively that the man I am speaking of was wildly virile by virtually any woman's standards and similarly that he was spectacularly endowed by any reasonable standard, and yet I could not get past the fact that his penis, particularly when flaccid, appeared pathetic to me; I can't help but think that Ron's soft cock is bigger than this other man's raging hardon. Conversely, Ron's lack of self-confidence, his awkardness, his lack of physical stature and attractiveness render him no less virile to me because his enormous cock IS virility incarnate from my perspective. Sometimes I think that at some point during my sexual and emotional development I blindly and stupidly bought into the male preoccupation with size - if they believed that the man with the bigger cock was manlier, why shouldn't I believe it? And yet I'm acutely aware of the assininity of this male preoccupation.

Is it possible that at the age of 20, relatively inexperienced and sheltered, my sexual development was warped in the moment that I witnessed males and females alike awestruck and gaping when confronted with Ron's hugeness, the abject capitulation at the pond of Bart and his buddies to Ron's genital superiority, the submission of Angela and the other girls to Ron, the ability of his massive organ to instantaneously convert Ron from a geek and outcast to a paragon of virility, desired even by Angela, at the time my paragon of feminine sexuality? Or is it simply the case that I merely possess a more pronounced form of a size fetish that is latent in all women?

I really don't know the answer. I do know that my obsession with Ron's cock simply will not abate. I think I knew that the moment I was informed by my gynecologist that I had suffered a perforated pubococcygeus (the pelvic muscles surrounding the vulva) and I informed him that I preferred not to receive the procedure designed to repair those muscles. I would remain loose for Ron, the better to accomodate his immensity. I think I knew in the weeks following our first full-penetration intercourse that the pain, the soreness, the inability to walk without discomfort for two weeks, all were worth suffering for Ron's cock.

I think I really knew the hopelessness of my predicament when Ron changed in a way that should be repelled me but instead only increased my obsession. As I've mentioned I realized Ron was falling in love with Angela. I think Ron couldn't understand how Angela could sexually crave him and yet feel no emotional attachment. To Angela, Ron was still a geek, albeit a geek with a gigantic penis. Ron learned that Angela was seeing another guy, believe it or not a football player, and implored Angela to stop seeing him. When Angela refused, Ron contrived to be present at Angela's one day when Mr. Football arrived and, after being introduced by Angela, insinuated to Mr. Football that he was a former boyfriend of Angela's. About a week later Ron went to the health club where he understood Mr. Football worked out and waited for him to finish his workout. Ron then followed him into the locker room, acted surprised to see Mr. Football and engaged in some smalltalk, and then waited for Mr. F to wander into the showers. Ron then disrobed and followed him into the showers.

Ron initially refused to discuss the health club incident with me, relenting only when I confronted him with certain things I'd learned from Angela. Ron admitted that he'd gone to the health club with the intention of displaying his cock to Angela's boyfriend. When I pointed out to him what a crude act of male bravado this was, Ron sought refuge in the fact that his bravado had apparently served its purpose. Ron related to me with some relish that Mr. F looked stunned when he saw Ron's cock. According to Ron, this big, strong football player could not keep his eyes off Ron's organ. Ron pretended to be unaware and stood under a shower head at the opposite end of the shower with his back turned to Mr. F. It was at this point in Ron's story that I detected something I'd never seen in Ron before. Ron conceded that he was aroused by his own act of penile superiority and Mr. F's stunned reaction. So Ron stood with his back to Mr. F and spread his legs slightly so that his adversary was able to view Ron's lengthening cock between his legs. Ron then turned around to face Mr. F and began soaping his by now footlong cock. Ron methodically washed his organ by holding it extended before him and, when finished, permitted it to fall in a manner that caused it to slap loudly against his leg. Ron, ostensibly finished with his shower, walked directly up to Mr. F and began chatting with him, reveling in Mr. F's efforts to avert his gaze from Ron's groin. Ron then exited the showers.

Angela did not hear from Mr. Football again until she called him and was thoroughly mystified by his sudden lack of interest. Angela called me one day to bemoan her romantic misfortune and casually mentioned to me that Mr. F had seen Ron at the health club. Angela never seemed to realize what had happened, but Ron's gambit had succeeded. Mr. F retreated in the face of Ron's cock conquest, and Ron for the first time felt a pride and empowerment deriving from his gargantuan meat (although Angela continued to see others). Ron's newfound sense of power infused our sex life, with Ron becoming more assertive and even dominant. Ron's tentativeness and fear that he might injure me were replaced with more vigorous thrusting, Ron more often assuming the top position. But Ron's aggressiveness only seemed to inspire in me greater submissiveness. I never felt more a woman than when Ron was pounding in to me, virtually battering my cervix. As for fellatio, which generally had been performed while he sat in a chair on layed on the bed, Ron now preferred to stand while I knelt, and rather than having me take his penis Ron now preferred to grasp the back of my head with one hand while he lifted his cock with his other hand presented his cockhead to my mouth. This passivity on my part was at first confusing to me, but I realized that I thrived on being Ron's fucktoy, on totally submitting myself to his massive cock.

I know how ridiculous this must sound. Sometimes think to myself how absurd it is to be so fixated on the this piece of flesh, to the point where I really don't believe ten minutes pass during the day where I don't think of it, visualize it and long for it. And I know that if Ron walked in the door right now and wordlessly released from this pants this GodCock I would fall to me knees and orally worship it and never again surrender it. I have decided that I will find Ron and I will give myself to him. If he rejects me I will stay as near him as he'll permit and I will be there whenever he wants me, ready to eat his cum or swallow his cock or submit any orafice he would prefer to the onslaught of his monstrous and magnificent penis.

I appreciate your patience and indulgence. I don't think I could have arrived at this decision without your support and encouragement.

 

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I just wanted to let Vic know that his efforts are greatly appreciated. I think Vic realizes that this is a subject that arouses intense reactions and elicits strongly held opinions. I hope everyone realizes that and is therefore tolerant of views that are sometimes expressed with a certain amount of passion.

I wanted to share my reaction to two recent observations: Sonia’s January 11th post noting that her daughter’s well-endowed boyfriend had slept with all five of the women sharing her daughter’s flat and Vic’s observation just yesterday that a large penis may be more visually arousing than physically pleasant.

I heartily concur with Sonia’s observation. The subject of Ron and his abnormal endowment came up at a recent informal reunion of a group of college friends (Angela was there as well, by the way). All of the women present had either attended the summer weekend at which the “pond incident”had occurred or had heard of Ron’s endowment from others that had attended that weekend. Of the fourteen women at the recent reunion, eleven acknowledged having had some sort of sexual contact with Ron. Due to the reluctance on the part of some to share intimate details it was difficult to know who did what, but Angela and I estimated that five of the eleven had engaged in intercourse with Ron, nine of the eleven (including all five who had screwed Ron) had fellated Ron, and two of the eleven had apparently restricted their contact with Ron to some sort of manual stimulation of Ron’s organ. All eleven women acknowledged that rumors of Ron’s extraordinary size was the motivating factor in their desire to have sex with him.

Regarding Vic’s observation, I found Ron’s penis to be extremely visually stimulating. I recounted at the sexxxplosion board two occasions on which the mere sight of Ron’s penis moved me to orgasm with the necessity of direct clitoral stimulation. This visual aspect of my sexual relationship with Ron was I believe a part of a more all encompassing obsession with the fact that Ron’s endowment was extraordinary; based on direct observation I knew that Ron’s dimensions inspired awe and fascination in male and female alike. Quite simply, the fact that Ron possessed an extraordinarily large specimen of this most male of physical characteristics significantly contributed to my sexual response to Ron. The fact is that penetration with Ron was uncomfortable, frequently painful and always something that aroused apprehension at the same time that it aroused intense sexual desire. When I finally became accustomed to Ron’s size to the point where I was willing to be on the bottom, I would always make sure that I was in a position to clearly view Ron’s penis as we had sex. The sight of approximately five inches of Ron’s cock remaining outside the vaginal canal at the same time that I was filled seemingly beyond capacity was a sight, and a realization, that I have no doubt was the primary source of the intense vaginal orgasms that I experienced with Ron a virtually continuous basis every time we have sex.

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I would without hesitation surrender any hope of again experiencing Ron's monstrous organ for the assurance of a life of fulfilling companionship, maternity and romantic love. It is a bargain that, if offered by some entity or deity empowered to confer it, I would gladly accept. But such assurances are not part of our bargain with life and mortality. And even if the hypothetical, the ideal, were to materialize, I simply could not guaranty that I would not bargain away such a gift if confronted with Ron's mind numbing immensity. This is a realization that I have had to confront in recent months as I've gradually fallen in love with the most amazing man. I'm am not yet and may never be able to view him with the objectivity necessary to even attempt to fairly describe him in words, his affect on me is that profound. The idea of him suffuses me with a radiant warmth. The communion with him that I experience when we couple is the most intense, almost religious experience I've ever known. I have not experienced an orgasm with him, and I know that there is a chance that I may never experience coital orgasm with him. But what I'm feeling now almost makes what I felt with Ron seem animal and base. Not morally base but emotionally base. The blinding, unreasoning lust I possessed for an abberantly overdeveloped male organ seems one dimensional by comparison to this love. I've not measured my lover's penis for fear of even suggesting the issue of size, but I've surreptiously gauged his erectness with my hand and my fingers and I would esimtate his length at 5.5 inches. He is perhaps slightly narrower in girth than my expectation of average. My rough calculations lead to me believe that Ron possessed approximately ten times the erect penile mass of my love. The thought of this disproportion even now produces an ache of sorts down below, but it's a thought that I think of lately less and less.

 

[sockpuppet1]

I had to respond to the high school girl that has been posting messages at the Swoon site. I've attached my message to her. My original postings about Ron at the sexxxplosion site were accurate but for my characterization of Ron's personality. Revealing a pathological obsession with a thirteen inch penis was difficult enough. Admitting that I was emotionally abused by the bastard was more than I could acknowledge at the time. Of course, it was Ron's idea to skinny dip at the pond. I indicated that I knew about Ron's infidelities and didn't care when in fact I didn't want to know and was emotionally devestated when I could no longer ignore the obvious. Angela graciously agreed not to blow my cover and avoided depicting Ron as he really was: a manipulative bastard and, I truly believe, a virulent misogynist. I think the combination of my newly found relationship and the shock of recognition when I read this poor high school girl's posts made me realize that Ron should be portrayed for what he was.

You won't want to hear this, but this is the way it is. You will have a relationship with David, most likely a very intense, physical relationship. David will continue to have sex with other girls, probably many girls, because that appears to be the prerogative of an enormously endowed man. You will be upset by this but you will tolerate it because the alternative is going for some guy with a 6 or 7 inch dick. That won't do now that you've seen a guy with 8 or 9 flaccid inches hanging between his legs. It certainly won't do once you start having intercourse with this guy. I know it sounds cliched, but a dick that big does to an extent ruin you for other guys. If it becomes common knowledge that you have a relationship with this guy and then you break up with him, other guys will be wary of getting involved with you because you've had Mr. Monster Cock and they will be afraid of unfavorable comparisons. If some future guy gets involved with you anyway, you're relationship with David will always be an issue with the new guy. He won't be able to forget that you've experienced a guy with a flaccid cock bigger than his erection, a very humbling realization for a man. He'll ask questions, 'was he better, did you come more.' You'll lie and eventually resent the questions.”

I know all this because I've experienced it. When I was in college at a large midwestern university I became involved with the guy known all over the campus as Mr. Big. And this guy knew what he had and exploited it. He dressed to emphasize it, always wearing tight jeans that distinctly revealed an obscene bulge extending halfway down his left leg. He liked to see a girl's jaw drop when she saw his bulge. He wanted people to notice, and they did. He was constantly at the gym (and in the lockerroom and the showers parading his superiority) and took every opportunity to expose himself. If we were with friends and a pool or pond was there he wanted to skinny dip. If we visited my family the bathroom door would be slighly ajar when he stepped out of the shower so that my mother accidentally viewed his startling endowment (my mother forevermore turned crimson whenever his name was mentioned). I also saw him on more than one occasion permit his very long flaccid cock to tumble out of his running shorts and down his left leg in public. A casual weekend volleyball game we played in one summer became very popular when girls on campus heard that there was a fifty-fifty chance on any weekend that they'd see the biggest cock they'd ever seen fall out of a guy's nylon running shorts when he went up to spike. This guy was as into his own dick as others were. He got off on the stares and the comments (his favorite overheard lockerroom comment: 'Did you see that guy? There were seven other guys in the shower and their cumulative dicksize didn't match that freak.')

My relationship with him could not survive the chronic infidelity. I learned after we broke up that one weekend when I was away he bet some of his fratbrothers a thousand dollars that he could have sex with six different coeds over a long holiday weekend. I learned later from one of these fratbrothers that that my BF won the bet by sunday evening. The biggest blow was when I learned that half of my closest friends had sex with him while I was going with him or very shortly after we'd broken up. This asshole actually counted the notches on his belt and claimed his record for one semester was 64 conquests.

The first guy I became involved with after my break up with Mr. Big knew of Mr. Big's reputation but had never seen the great organ. After we started dating he became inquisitive about Mr. Big. He finally contrived to be in the lockerroom when Mr. Big was there and got a viewing. Pfft. End of relationship. We tried to have sex a few times after that and this guy couldn't get it to half-mast.

Worst of all, and I hope David isn't like this, is that this guy got off on hurting women, I mean physically hurting them during coitus. He considered it an accomplishment if a girl was too sore to walk after having sex with him. His favorite thing was to batter the shit out of your cervix and, as he would say, 'ram her head through the headboard.' He sent one poor unsuspecting freshman girl to the emergency room the first week of school with a perforated pubococcygeus and he couldn't stop talking about that for weeks, feigning concern and contrition when in fact he was bragging about how he had pounded this poor girl's vagina to a pulp. And god help the girl that either couldn't vaginally accomodate him or lost her nerve. He'd act understanding, even solicitous, and then during the course of getting his obligatory blowjob he'd pull his dick out of her mouth as he was about to climax and ejaculate all over her face. And this guy came buckets. Within seconds of splattering the last geyser of come in this poor girls face he'd put his dick back in his pants and walk out without saying another word to the girl. And there she sits with come dripping all over her face, knowing she'd just been used in the most demeaning way.

We're all responsible for creating monsters like this. I put up with his shit, his infidelity, his detached and emotionless slamfucks, his flaunting of his disregard for my feelings. And I came back for more. Because for all the pain, discomfort and indignity of getting slamfucked by a cock the size of my forearm, the sex was incredible. I was addicted to it, plainly and simply. The mere sight of cock dissolved my will. I still haven't had sex with a guy that had an erection as big as Mr. Big's flaccid cock. He was quite simply gargantuan, a genital anomaly. The fact is that I wanted to be the fucktoy for Mr. Biggest Cock on Campus. He didn't even bother to lie about his cheating after a while. He basically said live with it or leave. And I stayed with him another three months until my self-esteem was ground to dust. The last time we had sex I saw him smirking as he watched me wince with each of his thrusts as he intentionally battered my cervix. That was the last straw.

The fact is that there is a substantial number of my sisters out there who are curious enough about a giant cock to give it a whirl, and guys with giant cocks learn this pretty quickly. Mr. Big was as much a campus god as the quarterback of the football team or the basketball team's all-american forward. People stared, people whispered. One girl watched him one evening in the rathskellar and, not knowing that I'd been involved with him, said to me 'just the thought of that thing in his pants makes me soak my panties.' And I just nodded my head. I knew exactly what she meant.

 

[sockpuppet1]

jjohnnyquestt, I made the original post about the inability or reluctance of certain women to accomodate very large penises. I think you asked a very good question. I believe it is true that the reputation of well-endowed men precedes them; both women and men tend to regale others with tales of prodigious organs. I also believe that women are into self-exploration, as you put it, and have a general idea of how comfortably they could accomodate penises of varying sizes. However, I think most women are not in the habit of testing the extremes of their vaginal capacity. It is true that women will insert objects in their vaginas to simulate the feel of an 8 inch penis, or even a 9 or 10 inch penis. I think very few women experiment with objects the dimensions of which are 13”x 10", for the very good and valid reason that they will never encounter a penis near that size. It's simply off the charts.

I think my own case is instructive. I'd seen Ron's cock, albeit in a semiturgid state, and had a very good idea of how large it was. I had doubts as to whether I could accomodate Ron's erect penis. Of course, I was not initially able to accomodate it (and accordingly was treated to one of Ron's demeaning horsecock facials) both because my vagina had not been sufficiently stretched but perhaps more significantly because I was resisting its penetration. Just as one must subvert the gag reflex in order to deepthroat, the vagina will reflexively resist penetration by an extremely large object (it is fundamentally another "self-preservation”reflex). Only after many attempts with Ron was I able to totally relax my vaginal muscles and trust that full penetration by Ron would not injure me and cause great pain.

It is difficult to describe the immenseness of Ron's cock. But simple math indicates that in terms of volume (and it is the volume of the cock, not merely the length or width, that we invaginate) Ron's cock was approximately five times the size of an average 6”x 4.5”penis. More startling perhaps is the realization that a woman accustomed to a monster 9”x 7”penis would be undertaking to accept twice as much cockmeat when she attempted to have sex with Ron (the math is simple: if you're twice as long and have the twice the circumference, you have four times as much penis volume). Even now my mind boggles: twice as much cock as a massive 9”x 7”specimen.

Ron estimated that more than half of the women he encountered would not even attempt to have intercourse with him. Of the 40% or so that did attempt it, about half could not proceed much beyond accepting the head of Ron's cock, at least on a first encounter. I've concluded that most women are capable, with practice and under the right circumstances, to accomodate a Ron-like cock, but that very few would be able to accomodate it fully the first time (and by fully I mean taking Ron's cock in as far as the cervix would permit; I don't think there are many women out there with vaginas that are 13 inches deep).

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It was a number of weeks before full penetration occurred. It was always somewhat uncomfortable, at times painful, and - I hesitate to use the word pleasurable - always intensely erotic. I have no doubt that considerably less cock could have produced a sufficiently "filling”sensation for me at the time. It was the idea of a freakishly large cock that intrigued me, the knowledge that Ron's equipment was so extraordinary, the fact that I had personally witnessed at the pond the awe and obeisance paid a giant cock. I wasn't trying to accomodate Ron's immenseness for sport or merely for the challenge. It was as if I was in a sexual fugue, totally consumed with submitting to this paragon of virility and being possessed by it. I grew frantic in my desire to experience as much of it as I could. I also knew that he desired maximum penetration and I wanted to please him because he was a sexual God. We did achieve full penetration, full in the sense that my vagina was filled to capacity, the head of Ron's cock firmly against my cervix. Ron would stroke although the rigor of the strokes was tempered by the need to avoid slamming into my cervix. Coitus with Ron was an inexplicable mix of pain and pleasure. As I've described, Ron did become gradually more rough but the added discomfort did not detract from the intensity of my sexual response. I would experience virtually continuous blinding orgasms at the same time that I was experiencing sometimes considerable discomfort. It never occurred to me that Ron might find more satisfaction with a woman who could better accomodate him; he certainly never spoke about vagina size, except to distinguish between those that could accomodate him and those that couldn't. I indicated in my prior posts that Ron was generally patient as we attempted to achieve full penetration. That was not entirely true; I think I was still idealizing Ron at the time I wrote that.

I quickly realized that I had less and less time with each attempt we made at full penetration before Ron would become impatient and would stuff his gigantic cockhead into my mouth. I didn't so much fellate Ron as I did suck and lick his cockhead and stroke his shaft until the moment he was about to climax, when I would place his cockhead in my mouth and accept his ejaculate. We did enentually achieve full penetration, almost inadvertently, in an episode I describe in one of the prior posts I referred to.

I would practice stretching my vagina, primarily using large cucumbers. I did eventually purchase a huge dildo, 12”x 8", but that was as large an object as I used. I simply couldn't seem to accomodate anything with a circumference of more than 8 inches. When I finally did accomodate Ron it was almost an act of desperation, an acceptance on my part that almost any amount of pain or injury was worth enduring in order to be totally filled with this incredible organ. I was in fact slightly injured as a result of finally accomodating Ron's massive girth and was diagnosed with a perforated pubococcygeus (an injury that Ron inflicted on more than one partner). My gynecologist suggested a procedure similar to the one used to repair the vaginal walls following childbirth. I declined the procedure so that I might better accomodate Ron in the future. It was three weeks before my vagina had recovered sufficiently to permit intercourse with Ron, but thereafter I was always able to accomodate Ron, although with varying degrees of discomfort.

Toward the end of our relationship Ron did become quite rough, frequently punishing my cervix with very deep and hard strokes. I was unable to protest while it was happening because I was continually orgasming, and unwilling to protest after we'd finished for fear of alienating Ron.

 

[sockpuppet1]

I participated recently in an online chat with five of my friends from college and the chat turned into an extended exchange of recollections about our experiences with Ron. I'm in the process of transcribing the chat and will post it shortly.

Ellen: …speaking of Ron….

Cyndi: Ah, Ron, the answer to the question: Can a penis be too big?

Michelle: Ron! Oh my God!

Susan: You mean "King Dong"?

Lilli: I feel like Pavlov's dog - mention his name and I have this immediate…response (ahem&#8230

Susan: You mean you drool? LOL!

Lilli: Not exactly drooling, although things do get a bit moist, shall we say…

Michelle: ...Oh, Ron...oh my...ooohhhh...

Ellen: "King Dong.”I haven't heard that in a while. Any other nicknames you remember?

Cyndi: At gamma chi they called him "God".

Susan: "His Immenseness”(like "his eminence"… get it?)

Lilli: "Thumper”

Cyndi: Thumper?!?

Ellen: Michelle? Any nicknames?

Michelle: ….oh, excuse me….I was, uh, distracted.

Lilli: Typing with one hand, Michelle? HAHAHA!

Michelle: The guys called him simply "the King".

Ellen: Did anyone ever measure him?

Lilli: I thought of it, but I never had a yardstick handy.

Cyndi: I never measured him, but I know someone who did.

Ellen: Really. Do tell.

Cyndi: When the guys at ATO found out how big their fraternity brother was they saw an opportunity to capitalize on it. Do you remember the Penile Olympics?

Michelle: Right! Sophomore year?

Cyndi: That's right. ATO challenged some of the other fraternities to select teams of the five guys with the biggest cocks and then they'd compete to see who had the greatest aggregate cock size. Ron of course anchored the ATO team to victory. The joke was on Sigma Nu - the ATO geeks were bigger MEN than the jocks. LOL.

Susan: The numbers, Cyndi - baited breath here - how long and how wide?

Cyndi: I don't know how long and how wide - but let me finish. The ATO guys figured that to use Ron to the greatest advantage they wanted to measure volume and not just length. So some of the engineering geeks at ATO devised this cylinder that fit over the erection and sealed around the base of the erection. Then they poured water into the cylinder. Then they just subtracted the volume of water they poured in from the volume of the cylinder.

Susan: Thank you Ms. Science.

Cyndi: Ron was either 106 or 109 cubic inches. The next biggest guy in the competition was almost exactly half that.

[NOTE: A perfectly cylindrically shaped object that was 13 in. long and 8 inches in circumference would be 104 cubic inches.]

Michelle: Sweet Jesus - I'm typing with one hand again.

Lilli: All I know is that thing had to be over a foot long.

Ellen: Let's hear your favorite Ron stories.

Susan: He and my roommate got stuck. He couldn't pull it out after he came. My roommate totally freaked, she was hysterical.

Michelle: Well - WHAT HAPPENED?!

Susan: She called me into her room - they were in this big high back chair and Ron was sitting and she was in his lap. They'd been trying for 20 minutes to get separated. I called a friend of mine that was interning at the Univ hospital and he came over with some muscle relaxants. Two pills and big glass of white wine and presto!

Michelle: The year I was chair of the pledge committee at gamma chi every pledge had to kiss Ron's cock. We put him in a room on the third floor and brought them in one by one. Anyone remember Sandy Jones? [Note: names have been changed...etc.]. I brought her in, she took one look and fainted. Dead away. I had to catch her to keep her from hitting the floor.

Cyndi: A friend of mine insisted Ron wear a condom. Ron of course never carried condoms and counted on his partner succumbing to passion and casting caution to the winds. My friend thought she was prepared - she bought the biggest condoms on the market, like triple extra large super magnums or something - and they couldn't get it on him. So she wrapped it in saran wrap and coated it in baby oil. She claims it worked like a charm!!!

Ellen: Lilli, why so quiet?

Lilli: This is embarrassing. I'd heard of Ron but I'd never really gotten a good look. One day I'm carrying a lunch tray in the student union and Ron comes toward me from the opposite direction. He was wearing these tight jeans - I swear you could see the veins on his cock thru these jeans. My eyes just locked on this obscene bulge running down his left leg, and I dropped the tray! Everyone in the SU turned when they heard the tray drop and I'm convinced they saw me, at least for a split second before I recovered, standing there gaping at Ron's crotch.

 

[sockpuppet1]

I've Been Watching the Clips...

...in my briefcase of Mr. Napier and Mr. 18 and have had to confront a disturbing realization: if presented with one of those mind-blowing horsecocks I would be powerless to resist the temptation to submit to them, to orally worship them and finally to be impaled upon them. I'd almost come to believe in recent weeks that my relationship and my feelings toward my BF had conquered any residual cravings I might have had for gargantuan cocks. I tried to convince myself that if my fascination were restricted to clubs like this and occasionally viewing clips of these supercocks then it was all perfectly innocent; after all, I wouldn't touch if given the opportunity. But I know now that I couldn't help but surrender, and that changes things. I feel my BF has right to know this and that I have an ethical obligation to tell him. I tried to rationalize by telling myself that it was unlikely that I'd ever again be in the presence of a Ron or a Jack Napier so it shouldn't matter to by BF. But I know now that there are circumstances under which it would be all but impossible for me to remain faithful to my BF, and he has right to know this. I owe him this. I'm terrified of his reaction. I need help. How do I broach this with him?

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I don't understand why there is all this hostility being directed at me. I'm not looking for big cocks. I'm not deriding modestly endowed men. The most wonderful man in the world is modestly endowed and that fact doesn't in the least diminish my love for him. I would never leave him for a cock, no matter how big. But I do have a fetish, which I suppose by definition is a form of obsession.

Why am I a bad person? I had a chance encounter with a man who possessed an abnormally large penis, and I proceeded to have a dysfunctional relationship with him that admittedly centered around his enormous endowment. Since then I've had an obsession with enormous penises. For the love of God I don't know why this happened, and I wish that it had never happened. The sight or thought of an extremely large penis (and for whatever reason my own particular obsession is with world-class hugeness) triggers in me an involuntary sexual response; I'm overcome with an overwhelmingly submissive reaction in the face of an anatomical trait that I associate with hyper-masculinity. I sincerely wish this were not the case. If I could wave a wand and conquer this obsession I would, because I fear that it can only complicate my relationship with my lover.

I don't believe I'm self absorbed. I certainly don't think I'm maniacal. Perhaps if I were pursuing relationships with men with gargantuan organs, at the risk of destroying a wonderful relationship, then I could be characterized as maniacal. But I'm not doing that. My only concern is that I might one day be walking down the street and see an impossibly huge bulge in a pair of tight jeans, or go a nude beach and encounter a freakishly overdeveloped sexual organ, and that this enormously endowed individual will stop and say hello to me, and will recognize in my stupified response to his hugeness the power he has over me. I don't trust myself to resist the temptation to submit to a massive cock. If this were to happen I fear that I would be unfaithful, that I would be wracked by guilt, and that I would have to confess my infidelity to my lover. I would then have to wait for his reaction in order to learn whether my whole life had been destroyed by this blinding lust for an overdeveloped slab of erectile tissue. It's inherently ridiculous.

But let's be candid here. I've spoken to my friends about this, and asked them what they would do if a guy like Jack Napier - smiling, friendly, tender, great body and possessed of a stupendously enormous cock - came onto them. More than half said that they'd have to experience such an amazing organ, and then they'd lie to their boyfriend or husband. My problem is that I know I couldn't lie to my lover. Angela says I'd be an idiot to tell him, but I know that such a deception would corrode my relationship.

I'm sorry if all of this offends Funne98 and Gemyt and Eboy. I didn't mean to offend anyone. I just don't understand why they should feel so threatened.

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Scott, a huge penis is so much more than just the physical sensation. A large cucumber or dildo may provide the same sensation of being filled or stretched, but it's not a living, pulsing, gigantic sexual organ.

I think the best way to describe this to a guy is to point out that large breasts do not in any way physically stimulate the penis, and yet large breasts are desired, and even fetishized, by a large part of the male populace. Why? Because they are uniquely feminine, and to many men larger breasts connote greater feminity and female sexuality. For me, a huge penis similarly connotes masculine sexuality and virility.

The mere sight of Ron's ten inches of manmeat dangling between his legs was enough to send me into a kind of sexual fugue. I was turned on by the knowledge that Ron possessed a gigantic penis, so outlandishly huge that it inspired awe and veneration in men and women alike. The very thought that Ron possessed, even in his flaccid state, the mythical "ten inch cock”that every man desires was enough to dampen my undies. He quite simply was more of a man to me because he possessed so very much of this uniquely male attribute.

Isn't this true for all women? I mean, for some women it's money, or power, or big muscles, or a square jaw and broad shoulders. For me it was a huge cock. Just as some women want to be seen on the arm of a powerful or wealthy man, I exhibited a certain kind of pride in Ron's sexual uniqueness. It would literally drive me crazy when I'd see a guy come out of the mens room after seeing Ron's immensity. Their stunned looks, borne of confusion and shock and awe, would turn me on so much that I'd virtually jump Ron the minute he came back. I guess it was the proverbial "king of the locker room”thing. Ron's cock dominated and conquered. To me it was male power and virility incarnate. I really can't describe it any other way.

 

[B_Mister Buildington]

This is a great thread. Thanks, sockpuppet. (I wonder who you're a sockpuppet for?)

 

[rawrg]

This is fantastically hot. Great stuff.

 

[Allisondd14]

Wow! Thank you for posting this!! You've actually helped me "come to terms" or "define" a few things about myself.

 

[Zot57]

I understand this guy was a freshman at the University of Kentucky sometime around 1994. I know because of his Kentucky Wildcats shirt. In any event, he sure sounds
a lot like Ron ... although that is not his name.

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