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'-8and 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.