"James," she said. "Don't let this go to your head. You win by less than a quarter of an inch. And, before you start strutting your stuff around campus, you're short of a guy two doors up the street by almost a full inch. Now, get those clothes off again and get up here for your prize." He did and they did.
By the end of the next week, Natalie had completed her canvas of the seven fraternity houses on campus. As much as she liked Jorge, Lamar had bested him by almost three quarters of an inch and was the grand prizewinner. She called him and offered to spend overnight Friday night with him. He rose to the offer and accepted almost before she completed it.
Friday, she met Lamar at a small, one story, doors on the outside, motel just north of campus. He was ready to go and within five minutes of closing the door, he was stroking away inside her. She always loved the submissive nature of the missionary position, but Lamar had that extra three quarters of an inch that Jorge didn't and it slammed up against her cervix hard enough to hurt.
The next six times Lamar felt the urge to fuck her, she took charge. First, she maneuvered him behind her into a doggie style fuck. That was better but not ideal. The next five times, she took a superior position where she could control the depth of penetration. It made the ordeal more enjoyable for her even at the expense of Lamar's masculinity.
For two weeks, Natalie had had a blast. She'd been fucked by six well endowed fraternity brothers and Lamar eight times. She handled almost a hundred penises of varying sizes and sucked every one of them to orgasm. The idea for her game had been brilliant and the execution flawless. She'd performed well and without a single complaint. Several of the houses had invited her back whenever she felt unfulfilled. How lucky could a girl get?
"Next week," she thought, "I'll start working on the Sorority houses. I think I'll call it 'How deep can you go' if I can find a dildo shaped ruler."