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Janet admired her own body with great pride, almost in an arrogant way, but who could blame her? All of Kurt's friends wished their wife looked like this.

Janet reached behind her back, undid her bra strap and slowly pulled the white clothing away from her body, releasing her large breasts and giving her even more reason to look at herself in the mirror.

She thought of the letters she was about to read, and her nipples began to swell.

She could see them poking out, and getting so excited, she didn't waist any time removing her white, satin panties, pulling them down her sexy, tan legs slowly until they rested on her cute, little feet.

Her fingers probed her brown bush, so thick and so hairy that it caused her to mumble "it's like a forest down here."

She had refused to trim it ever since the day Kim told her Kevin was turned on by an ample bush. She had planned to wear a white bathing suit later that day to emphasize it.

But that was later, and giving herself pleasure was what she was focusing on at the moment. She did sometimes feel guilty about masturbating, like there was something dirty about it. But every time she saw the stack of letters her sexual therapist gave her, the temptation was too great.

These weren't just letters, these were letters about women's experiences with large penises. And the stack of them was a few inches high.

"So many stories I haven't even read yet," Janet said to herself out loud, admiring the amount of them.

The young wife was just about to enjoy the material when she heard loud giggles coming from the hallway.

To inspect this matter, Janet got up from the bed and walked over to her door.

"Talk about morning wood," one voice from the hallway said.

More giggles followed.

"Wait, it gets better," came another whisper. "He usually takes the sheet off."

Janet realized what was going on - Kim and one of her friends were watching Kevin, but more specifically, watching Kevin get erections while he slept.

The young wife hurried over to the bed, put her bra and panties back on, and hurriedly got on a bath robe. In such a hurry, she could barely put her arms through the sleeves.

She went out to the hallway, scaring Kim and her friend, Renee, and spoke softly as to not wake Kevin.

"What are you two girls doing?" asked Janet.

Both hesitated to speak.

Janet looked in at Kevin's bedroom, and gasped at what she saw.

It wasn't the large quantity of dirty clothes on the floor. It wasn't the fast food wrappers scattered on the desk. Those things were very fitting of a teenage boy's room. What was unusual about this teenage boy was the way he was built, in one particular area.

Kevin was lying flat on his back, bare-chested and covered by sheets up to his waist. His upper body was impressive, but his lower body, although covered, was even more impressive. There was something sticking up from the bed, about a foot in the air, and Janet knew exactly what it was.

"You girls shouldn't be watching this," the caring mom said.

Before the girls had time to react to what she said, Kevin, still asleep, pulled the sheets off his body and his large, erect penis, flung down against his belly with a loud thwack.

"Holy shit," Renee whispered.

Janet looked at her harshly.

"Sorry Mrs. T," she said. Janet excused Renee for the foul language, and let her observe Kevin more.

Amazed at what she saw, Janet gasped as she noticed her step son's erect penis, lying flat on his chest, extended almost to his nipples.

"Why is his thing so big?" asked Renee.

"I-I don't know," answered Janet.

"It's 13 inches long," Kim said.

"Thirteen inches?" asked Renee, amazed.

"Yeah, I've seen him measure it before," Kim said.

"You've seen your brother measure his dick?" Renee asked.

Renee then realized she used a dirty word in front of Janet, and looked over to her friend's mom and was about to apologize.

"That's okay," Janet said. "You can say dick."

The three didn't want to waist time chatting, and put their attention back on Kevin.

He started moaning really loud, almost as if he were in pain, but he was actually feeling good, just how good would shown in a moment.

Just when Janet was about to urge the girls to go into Kim's room, Kevin's voice got louder, and he actually started talking in his sleep.

"Oh mom," he started moaning.

Kim and Renee looked up to Janet.

"Mom, oh yeah, oh rub it, rub it for me, oh yeah," Kevin said, his penis throbbing and seemingly getting thicker and longer.

"Um, Kim, take um Renee, into the other room," Janet said.

The two girls acted like they didn't hear her. The delayed their retreat into Kim's room just long enough.

A white substance suddenly shot out of Kevin's massive penis, hitting the boy in the neck. It was followed by another blast, and another, and another.

Kim giggled. Renee mumbled "Jesus Christ."

Janet realized her mouth was wide open in awe.

"Oh God," Kevin said, still asleep. One part of his body was wide awake, and putting on quite a show.

A few more spurts of that white stuff shot from Kevin's pole, and formed a little puddle on his well-developed chest.

The come that had reached his neck rolled of it in thick streams, soaking his pillow.

The three females finally walked away from Kim's door, and retreated into her room.

"I don't want you mentioning this to Kevin," Janet said to Kim and Renee.

They agreed, and giggled as Janet exited the room.

She was so happy to hear Kevin moaning about her in his sleep, and she decided she would have to tease him in the upcoming days.

For inspiration, she went back to her room and read one of the letters.

Ms. Clark,

I am writing to you in confidence that this does news does not leave your office.

I recently met one of my husband's friends, Ron, at a seemingly innocent picnic that turned out to be quite an awakening for me.

While all of the wives, myself included, chatted and drank wine, the gentlemen played touch football.

Because I am not a big fan of football, I will get to the juicy part of the tale.

One of the men, Ron, who is black, was scoring all of the touchdowns in the game, and the other guys were starting to get a bit jealous.

Pulling a childish prank, one of the guys walked up behind Ron during the game and yanked his shorts down, thinking it would be funny for the guy to be standing there in his underwear in front of us ladies.

But Ron, and all of us, got a bigger shock than planned.

"Jesus Christ, man, don't you wear underwear?" I heard one of the guys say.

Hanging down between Ron's legs was what appeared to be a long, black tube, but it wasn't a tube. It was his penis.

Ron was really embarrassed, and quickly pulled his shorts back up.

All of the women, me included, had our hands over our mouths, stifling gasps, as we had never seen anything like that before, and I'm not talking about the childish stunt Frank pulled on Ron. I'm talking about the size of Ron's penis.

I had heard that black men were bigger down there but I never imagined something that big.

The fact that I had already been very attracted to him before even seeing his unusual growth made me interested in maybe having a little fling with him.

I had never known a man who had such a big penis. It could be kind of fun to play, I began to think to myself.

Days went by before I gave it serious thought.

The next time Ron was over, I cornered him while my husband was in the other room.

I asked Ron casually just how large his penis was. The question took him by surprise, but I asked him persistently and told him I had been curious about it ever since the touch football game.

He said it was 12 and a half inches, a figure that astounded me. He also explained that even when he is not erect, it is so big that underwear is uncomfortable for him.

Teasing him, I asked him if he was wearing any underwear at the moment. He surprised me by replying no, and hugged his right pant leg tight against his leg, showing the outline of his schlong.

So big even when it's in its relaxed state, it snaked all the way down his leg past his thigh. I gasped, and when my husband returned, I walked away from Ron and focused my attention elsewhere.

After Ron left, I decided to confront my hubby in terms of him maybe wanting to see me fool around with his friend. Just a handjob or something, nothing major.

Sticking my toe in the water, so to speak, I brought up Ron with my husband, to see what he would say.

I asked him why he never told me Ron was "hung like a donkey," and I think I kind of caught him off guard.

He was somewhat amused at me bringing it up, and I thought for a second that maybe he would enjoy me having a little fun with such a massive tool. But I would delve into that subject with him later. We made passionate love that evening, and never mentioned Ron again.

But of course I did want to do a little fooling around with Ron.

I secretly found his number in my husband's computer, and phoned him. We talked at great length about what I had in mind, and he seemed up for it, both figuratively and literally.

We would soon meet on an almost daily basis.

When Ron arrived at my house, I had him pull his pants down, and again I was stunned at the sight of his "dong," as he called it. I quickly went to work on it, knowing we only had a short amount of time.

I had never jerked off a guy with such a big penis before.

The funniest thing is when I stop stroking it for a while, and watch it throb and jerk in the air, like his big penis is talking to me and begging for me to grab hold of it.

Some days I will masturbate him with two hands, some days with one.

Some days I give him a quickie handjob, some days I will masturbate him for over an hour. That process, Ron told me, is called milking, and for good reason.

I find that when I masturbate him for a long period of time without letting him come, he shoots about six or seven loads. And not just regular loads, but thick ropes, creating a puddle of the stuff that is messy but fun to see.

One day where I knew my husband was gone for the whole day, I went over to Ron's and actually jerked him off for two and a half hours.

I would take breaks every 10 minutes or so, admire his huge penis, and then go back to stroking.

You wouldn't believe how far he shot. Knowing it was going to be a remarkable load, I had him stand against the wall so we could measure how far he could shoot. His sperm traveled a remarkable seven feet across the room.

Because he has such a big dick, Ron finds it hard to get condoms that fit his rod. And because he comes so much, he said getting a girl pregnant is always a big danger for him.

The size of his penis is sometimes a real bummer for him. Most women can not have sex with him, and he has to settle for handjobs and oral sex.

He also has developed somewhat of a foot fetish, and loves to kiss, and even suck, on my feet. He always begs me to remove my shoes and stockings to give him access to them. I remove nothing else, however, and he is cool about that.

Only my husband gets to see my goods.

Ron, on the other hand, is almost always nude in my presence. And when he does have clothes on, it's not for long.

One day I was over his place for a few hours and we were just watching t.v. I don't know what got him so aroused, but something about the way I looked that day got him aroused really fast. I think it might have been my legs, since my skirt was kind of riding up high and the way I had my legs crossed gave him a better view of my stockings and thighs.

He had a massive erection, and the jeans he had on barely concealed it. His huge boner had created a tent in his pants.

I told him to just take the jeans off, and when he bent over to pull them down while sitting, his penis flung out and seemingly almost smacked him in the forehead.

I love Ron's penis, and now have thoughts about putting it in my mouth.

My question to you is do you think I should give him oral sex? I have never given oral sex to any man, not even my husband, but am thinking about doing it with Ron.

Thanks for your help. Please email me back. You should have my address.

Jessica Long

Janet was done reading, and had used the material not for masturbation purposes, but to get further aroused for dinner with her step son. She was going to confront him about his size.

She opened a conversation with him by lecturing him about school.

"What was that?" asked Kevin, obviously distracted again by the sight of his step mom's legs while the two spoke at the dinner table one afternoon.

"Your grades have to improve young man, or there will be sacrifices made on your part," Janet insisted, crossing her stocking-covered legs again just to tease the young lad. "I mean it, no video games, no basketball, no nothing."

Janet crossed her legs yet again, knowing in her mind Kevin's massive penis must be nearing an erection.

"Yes ma'am," he said, giving indication of the obedience he showed towards the woman.

"Now go get a shower and get changed," she said. "We're having dinner soon."

Kevin obeyed, and ran upstairs. It was only the beginning of Janet's being aroused by dominating young Kevin, and to gain further inspiration on the matter, she thought she would consult the stack of letters again.

Down to just a pair of panties and bra, Janet plopped herself on her bed, and began to read one of the notes, one that was written on blue sheets of paper with butterflies up in the one corner. But the context of the letter was not as innocent as the material it was printed on.

Ms. Clark,

Thanks for the tip about increasing my number of orgasms. Let's just say my hubby knows just what to do now.

Also thought I would pass on a tale that you might find amusing.

As you know, being a female officer in this town means I see very little action, that when something does happen, which is rare, discrimination sets in and I am still found pushing papers across my desk.

People I say I exaggerate when talking about discrimination, but believe me, it's there.

Anyway, about a week ago we had to do a lineup of black males, in their early 20's, that were being questioned about an indecent exposure charge.

The woman that was to identify the one that exposed himself to her was in her early 30's, white, and married to a white male.

She described the black man as about 6-2, sturdy frame, short hair. Well, this matched just about every one of the five suspects we brought in.

After about two hours of not being able to tell which man it was that exposed himself to her, one of the other cops present along with myself asked her if she could remember any distinguishing characteristics about the man.

She kind of smiled, and we told her to speak up and tell us, no matter what it was. It could help somehow.

She said, and I quote, the man "had an extraordinarily large penis."

Officer Bates and I were taken back a bit, and I have to admit I felt like a junior high school girl again and couldn't help but giggle when she said that.

I asked her what she meant by "extraordinarily large," and she said "I know it was really dark, and my eyes might have been playing tricks on me, but it looked as though it hung halfway to his knees."

Officer Bates and I looked at each other, and I kind of had a smirk on my face.

"Should we..." I said, hesitating.

"We might as well," Officer Bates said.

We both realized we would just have to do a different kind of lineup, a penis lineup that is.

All five suspects dropped their pants, and some resisted to do so at first because a female officer was present.

I refused to leave the room, however, as this was something I wanted to see. It sure beat doing parking tickets. The men obeyed, and pulled down their pants.

Now I had heard before that black men have bigger penises than white men. Maybe that's not always true, but these guys in particular were huge.

All five of these men had penises that hung a good ways down between their legs, almost like long black

snakes.

There was one, however, that I was simply awe-struck by.

Almost defying nature, the one black gentleman had a penis that hung nearly to his knees.

"This one's got a third leg," I couldn't help but comment.

That man gave me a snide look, like he didn't appreciate me making remarks about his anatomy. I think he felt a bit dominated by me in this situation, and the feeling on my end was that I enjoyed the empowerment.

To further degrade them, I had the men spread their legs wide apart, jut out their midsections, and had them stand against the wall.

The female victim came closer for inspection.

She almost immediately went over to the horse-hung gentleman I spoke of earlier, and fingered him as the guilty one.

"That's him," she said, actually pointing to his penis. "That's the one. I have never seen anything like it before."

"Are you sure, mam?" I asked. "You're sure that's the man you saw?"

"Yes, definitely," she answered. "I will never forget the sight of that...that thing."

She was pointing at his penis again.

"I don't know how he managed to get away," I commented. "How do you even run with that thing?" I asked the suspect. "I'm surprised you don't trip over it."

"Stupid bitch," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I was fed up with him at this point.

The four innocent men left, and the guilty one stayed. The suspect was about to pull his pants up when I suddenly had a thought.

"Officer Bates, call me crazy but I think maybe we should measure the suspect's penis, you know, for records," I said. "This kind of thing could happen again, you know, and this way we would have some info on him."

"Good idea," he said. "I'll let you touch it. I'm not going near that thing."

"Pull your pants down again," I told the suspect. "In fact, just take your pants off, along with your shoes and socks."

While he did so, I couldn't help but make more lewd comments about his anatomy.

"God, Dan," I said to the other officer. "Usually we have to take the shoe laces from prisoners so they don't hang themselves - this one could hang himself by his penis."

"Thing must be a foot long," Officer Bates said.

"Well, we're gonna find out," I answered.

After getting a tape measure from the main office, I took many measurements of this man's abnormally large penis.

Now, Ms. Clark, I never thought any of these stats were possible, at least for a human being - we're not talking about a horse here. This guy's penis was over 10 inches long in its relaxed state, and over seven inches around.

After arguing with him for about 10 minutes to become fully erect, I found his penis to be a remarkable 15 inches in length, and 10 inches around.

All of these numbers were copied into a file we now have on this gentleman. He only received a misdemeanor charge and was released that evening, but just to be a bitch, I made up a story that we were out of prisoner clothes and he had to remain in his cell naked for a few hours while charges were processed.

I had him walk to his cell completely nude in front of about three or four female officers. His hands cuffed behind his back, he could not cover himself. The women stared and gasped as his huge schlong swung back and forth on the way to his cell.