5 comments/ 429381 views/ 43 favorites Random Letters By: Diana Retnuhvek Ch. 1 "Are they close?" Janet asked her new husband. "Very close actually," Kurt responded. "Guess maybe because they aren't really brother and sister. The sibling rivalry isn't there, and they're kind of like...friends." Oh, they were more than friends. "Yeah," Janet responded, sitting down on the kitchen table and crossing her perfectly-tanned legs in an effort to show them off to Kurt. Her white shorts riding up on her so high, Janet could give Kurt a glimpse of her soft, well-rounded thighs he has long worshipped. She had Kurt's full attention, and he smiled at her to show his approval of her outfit. "Pull them down," she said to him. "Right here, in the kitchen?" he asked. "Yes, right now," she said back to him. Janet loved bossing around her husband, playing a game of dominant wife and making him masturbate in front of her at any given moment. Only by now, after two years of marriage, it was becoming old. Oh, not because of the length of time, but because of the length of Kurt's penis. It was fine for sex - the five inches he had was enough to get the extremely sexy Janet off, but for looking at and admiring? Janet craved to see something more. Huge penises are what she dreamed of. "Oooo, stroke it for me hubby," she said in a whisper, trying to pretend she still enjoyed watching Kurt whack it. Another thing about Kurt, he didn't last very long. The sight of her thighs, her sexy talk - who knows, maybe even the weather - had caused him to shoot his load. Blip, blip, went the two little shots of come from out of his penis, which is what Janet now called it. She didn't even bother to use dirty words for his equipment anymore, simply because it was so...average. "My, my what a load," she said, lying out of her teeth - perfectly white teeth, that is. "Have you been storing all of that up for me?" "Oooo, yeah baby," he said, dropping to his knees and sticking one of Janet's feet in his mouth. "UmmmUmmm," he said, his words garbled. "What?" she asked, annoyed. "Your feet, I love them, and your legs, oh my God, your legs." Janet did enjoy her husband's worship of her feet and legs, and had no problem in feeding his fetish. She just wished he had a bigger penis to rub on them. "Hon, it's getting late," she said, prying her foot from out of his mouth. "I have to go straighten up upstairs, just in case they want to look around up there." By they, Janet meant the people coming to look at the house. Since getting married, the couple had always wanted to move into a bigger home, and now was the time. Everything in Janet's life was soon going to revolve around being big. She wanted to make sure the buyers were pleased with how the house looked, and in order to do that, she was going to make sure every nook, every cranny of the house was nice and clean. Funny what she would find in her pursuits. Kurt gave his wife a kiss on the cheek - the cheek on her face that is, Kurt also had the tendency to kiss his wife's ass on many occasions. Janet walked upstairs, her hand underneath her skimpy white tank top, rubbing her right nipple. This had become the way of it with the couple, Kurt getting off and then Janet retreating to one of the rooms to finish herself off. Kurt wasn't the only one that worshipped Janet's body. Janet, in fact, worshipped Janet's body. And who could blame her? She knew she was hot, from her large breasts that always seemed to have hard nipples poking through her shirts and teasing men everywhere, to her nice ass which she loved to show by wearing a thong around the pool, and those legs and feet her husband had such a craving for. Why can't she meet a man with features she could worship? Janet stripped down to just her bra and panties, which were also about to be removed when she looked at the clock and was reminded of her time table. The prospective buyers were supposed to arrive in just 10 or 15 minutes, so she had to put off masturbating and get the house cleaned up. "Can't a girl ever come?" she said to herself while putting back on her tight shorts and top. Kevin, the 18-year-old son of Kurt, had arrived home from a sports camp the night before and probably had yet to unpack and organize his things. Janet wanted to make sure the room looked respectable. She had no intention of going through his things, just throwing them somewhere where they couldn't be seen. Kevin was from Kurt's first marriage. But Kurt wasn't the only one with a kid. Janet had a daughter, an 18-year-old daughter, named Kim. Janet had the girl when she was young, and had searched long and hard for a husband who could take care of them both. She loved Kurt, and loved his bankroll, but the passion was lacking these days. She needed an adventure. Going into her step son's room, Janet began thinking about what she and her husband were discussing earlier. They were talking about how close Kevin and Kim had become, that they were always talking, always laughing, always going places together. Were they just friends, like Kurt had suggested? Janet supposed so. She had hoped that that was all, since it would be so awkward having her daughter dating her step-brother. Janet rarely saw Kevin - he was away at various sports camps every summer and during the school year was at school and then various practices. But little did Janet know she barely knew her own daughter very well. Kevin's room looked okay, except for a shoe box that seemed to have been mistakenly left sticking out of his closet, like the young boy tried to put it in there yet it didn't make it all the way. Janet went over to it, and opened it to see what was inside. Probably just sneakers, but she wanted to make sure. Maybe it was put there by mistake, and it was maybe even a pair of Kim's shoes Janet could borrow, since the mother and daughter had a common interest in footwear and sexy clothing, both of them having the bodies to show off in such apparel. Soon they would be sharing a common interest in something else, or actually someone else. What Janet found was a pile of letters so abundant they slipped out of her hands when she tried to pick them all up. Now they were randomly spread out on the floor, in no particular order, and were all so tempting to read. "Well, since they are out I might as well look," Janet said to herself, using a line she would use quite frequently in the upcoming days. Now once Janet began to read, she could not stop, the words arousing every deep desire she had growing inside her, desires that she had kept secret from her husband in their two years of marriage. She had long wanted a huge penis to play with, and these letters simply served as her directions to finding one. THE FIRST LETTER SHE READ... Hi Kevin, How's it hanging? Okay, sorry, that was kind of corny, but I couldn't resist. Always wanted to say that to a guy. But seriously, how is it hanging? Is it still causing you problems when you get erections in public? Still afraid to wear shorts to practice because it gets so big? Jeez, what am I going to do with you? I am going to have to wrap my thighs around your neck when you get back for being so naughty, not that that's really punishment for you - I know you love my thighs, don't you? I know you do. Too bad you can't see what's between them - sorry again, that was kind of low. But I think you like me to torture you. So I might as well torture you more. I have been sunbathing every day, so you should see how tan I am, especially my thighs. I'll let you kiss them when you get back from camp, but only if you're naked. Love, Kim THE SECOND LETTER SHE READ... Hi, Me again. Got your pictures today...wow. It does look bigger. Pretty soon you won't be able to even wear pants!!! Jesus, what are you feeding that thing? I also read your letter, including the part about you asking me to use dirty words for your thing (huge thing, that is). I guess it couldn't hurt, right? So, let me try. And don't laugh at me. Do all of the girls at school know you have a huge...dick? What do girls say when they see your cock for the first time? Do you let them measure it, like you let me do that one day? And by the way, have you been measuring your huge pecker every day like I asked? I want exact measurements. Love, Kim THE THIRD LETTER SHE READ Hi! Oh my God, thirteen and a half inches? It has grown a little bit. Wouldn't that be neat if it gets so big you could suck your own cock? I've heard guys say that would be their dream come true. It is weird without you here. We're moving soon, probably a few days after you get back from camp. Your dad and my mom still don't know about us. I want to keep it that way, okay? It would just be too weird, don't you think? But, yes, of course I will continue to look at your big dick. And yes, it was a little obvious you wanted me to see how big your dick was. Like it wasn't too obvious when you let your towel fall the one day when you came out of the shower. But you did get my attention. Love, Kim THE FOURTH LETTER SHE READ Hi, Started dating somebody today - a guy I met at the park. But don't get jealous, okay, we can keep having our little CFNM episodes. That's cool you found a term for it on the internet. Clothed Female Nude Male. Wow. I never knew there was a term for it. Could it be changed to CFNEWEM, like Clothed Female Extremely Well Endowed Male. Just kidding. You wanted me to tell you about Chrissy, about the time I told her about me watching you have a wet dream. Well, here goes. When you kept leaving yourself uncovered in bed, I told her about it - she always thought you were cute you know. Well, one day at school I said to her would you think it's weird if I told you I thought I was attracted to my brother. And she says, Kim, he's not your real brother, and besides, he's hot. Well, I felt a little better at that point, so I say, well, I kind of saw him naked, you know, by mistake, and...I liked it. Well, she gets really excited, and she says oh my God, did he have a cute butt? - she has a thing for butts. I said, well, that isn't exactly the side of him I saw. Her mouth drops open. You mean you saw your brother's...cock? He's not my brother, I snapped at her. Okay okay she said, I mean you saw Kevin's cock? Yes, I saw it I said. Up close. Up close? How? she asks. When he was sleeping I told her. She says I'm so naughty, thinking I snuck into your room and pulled the covers off of you or something. I told her the real story, that I walked into your room the one day to get a pillow and you were stark naked on your bed. Chrissy then asks me if you sleep naked all the time, and I said you did. And that I knew why. She looked confused, and was speechless. Before she asked me what I meant, I said I didn't know where he keeps that thing. She's shocked, and says oh my God, is he big? I laughed. What's so funny? she asks. Big doesn't describe it I said. Huge? she asked. Keep going I told her. Gigantic? she asks. Keep going I responded again. Mammoth? she asked me with a giggle, running out of words. This was getting fun. Let's just say, I told her, Guiness Book of World Records. She didn't believe me. Fine, I said, suit yourself, I won't tell you anymore. She grabs my arm, almost hurting me, and shouts tell me more about his cock! What does it look like? she asks. I said well, when I walked in it was hard, going all the way up his chest. Seriously? she asks. Yep, I said, I thought it was a baseball bat, I couldn't believe my eyes. I walked closer and I stared at it. It was almost like a deformity, like he had a leg coming out of his crotch. Are you sure it was a real dick? she blurts out. I got annoyed, and said can I finish? I told her it was definitely real, and that I could see the veins on the sides of your dick. And that the head was huge, like a mushroom, and pinkish purple. How about his balls? she asks. I told her I couldn't see them yet, and went on with my story. I'm standing there looking at his cock, I told her, and all of a sudden you start moaning, like you were dreaming. I told her how your big dick started throbbing, and that your hips started tensing up, and that I didn't know what to do. I was afraid of you waking up, but I wanted to keep looking at your big cock. I told her how all of a sudden, some white stuff shoots out of your dick, and lands on your pillow it shot so far. Then another gush, on your neck, another on your neck, then like three more on your upper chest until there was a puddle of the stuff. She was getting really hot, and said my God you saw him have a wet dream! Yep, I said, I can't believe a guy could come that much. He was probably dreaming about me, she said. Probably, I told her. Just how big is his cock, like nine or 10 inches? We're talking Guiness Book I told her. What, 10? she asks. More I told her. Eleven? she asks. More I told her. Oh come on, his dick is a foot long? she asks. There's no way, she said. Actually, it's 13 inches I told her. Didn't John Holmes have a 13 inch dick? she asks, recalling the porno movie we watched at a sleepover the one time. Yeah but Kevin is only 18 - his might still grow a little bit. And then he'll have the biggest dick in the world, and I saw it. I want to see it, she said. You will, I promise I told her. Right then the bell rang for our next class, and on the way to the classroom she asks how big is it when it's soft? She caught me off guard, and I said what? His dick, she says, how big is it when it's, you know, limp. Oh, I said, it's still huge, like seven or eight inches. You've seen it soft? Yep, I told her. He was getting out of the shower one day and his towel fell, and his schlong was hanging halfway to his knees. Really? she asks. Oh yeah, and get this - he starts a conversation about chemistry class. With his dick just hanging there out in the open? she blurts out. Yep, and after about five minutes I blatantly stared at it, and he tries to act all cool like oh man, I forgot my towel fell. I started to tease him, and said dear brother I didn't know you were hung like a horse. He laughs, and he starts to get hard! Are you serious? she asks. Yep. I told her how your dick started expanding, and expanding, and expanding, how it grew out and up and not just up like other guys' dicks. I told her how yours is too big to stand straight up. Just then, interrupting her passionate reading, the doorbell rang, stopping Janet from reading more about her horse-hung step son. She had to get off though, and said "Fuck the house buyers," whispering it to herself as she stripped down to her bra and panties. She began rubbing her breasts, her fingers going underneath the well-packed bra that might have been a size too small for her. Her breasts were huge, just like the penis she had just read so much about. She then went in front of the mirror, with her bra now off, her tits so big they were hanging down and her silver-dollar sized nipples begging to be played with more. But she hadn't the time for that, it was time to move onto her pussy. Sitting back down on the bed, she removed her white panties, and probed her thick brown bush with her red fingernails. "God it's hairy," she said, realizing she hadn't trimmed it in a while. Little did she know how much her step-son fantasized about such a pussy. Janet's fingers made it to her warm slit, first spreading her hole open before penetrating it. She sank one finger in, then the other, and imagined those fingers being Kevin's massive tool. "Come on, shove that huge cock in me," she said to herself, fantasizing more and more. She didn't stop until she had the best orgasm she had in years. She began to come, and come, and come. Her fingers were drenched. "Honey, the buyers are here," Kurt shouted from downstairs. "I'm coming," Janet said, laughing to herself. She got dressed and went downstairs. The letters were put away, but the story was out. Mother and daughter had something to talk about. Ch. 02 As a daughter sometimes tends to do, she blamed it on her brother. "It wasn't my fault," Kim said in between fake sobs. "He just kept pulling down his pants all the time and showing it to me every day." Funny how the white bathing suit Kim was wearing - a bathing suit that showed off her tan thighs, her cute butt and even the outline of the thick brown bush she had between her legs - was intended to make Kevin take off his pants to ease his powerful erection. Kim knew just how to get him erect. "There, there sweetie, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Janet said, holding in one hand the stack of dirty letters Kim had written to Kevin and with the other hand rubbing the back of her daughter as she hugged the teen. "I know it's his fault. Boys are show-offs. You shouldn't be embarrassed about what you wrote." "I shouldn't be?" said Kim, wiping away forced tears. Even though her soft blue eyes were teary and her sexy blonde hair was frazzled, Kim was still a beautiful sight to behold. "Having an interest in seeing Kevin naked is perfectly understandable," Janet said, playing the role of caring mother, although it was her step son she cared for at the moment and not her daughter. "He's a cute guy, and you are both at that age where your hormones take over. I can practically hear your hormones buzzing inside you right now." Kim let out a fake laugh to humor her mother. "Now tell me," the mother said as she crossed her legs and cupped her hands on her knees, getting comfortable for a long conversation. "Was it the size of Kevin's penis that made you want to see him naked all of those times?" "Mom!" Kim shouted out of embarrassment. "I'm serious honey. Don't be shy about it," her mother went on. "It's okay to tell me. This is girl talk. Right now we are friends, not mother and daughter." Janet sure was smooth. "Well, it's just that...he has a humongous..." Kim said. "Well...a humongous what? Pencil? Backpack?" teased her mother. "His you know...his thing...it's just that it's so..." Kim said, still hesitant to speak about the male anatomy. "He has a large penis?" asked Janet in a matter-of-fact sort of way. "Mom!" said the teenager, scolding her mother for making her feel yet more embarrassed. "Oh come on, sweetie, we are both adults here. You are not a little girl anymore," Janet said, moving in closer to her daughter on the bed. Both were now sitting Indian style on the mattress, like two best friends, both of them wearing nearly identical bathing suits and both of them having the bodies to show off in such skimpy clothing. "Okay, okay," Kim said, giving in. "Kevin has a really big one. I've never known a guy could have one that big." "I see," said Janet, not feeling so comfortable anymore in that indian style position, simply because she didn't want her daughter to see that she was getting wet. "And I've never seen a guy's penis before, so looking at Kevin's...I just felt was kind of like an anatomy lesson for me." Now Kim was the smooth one. "I see," Janet said again. "And I understand. Believe me sweetie, if a guy with a whopper like Kevin's was walking around naked in front of me I would have a hard time keeping my eyes off it. "Anyway, the point, Kim, is that we talk about where we are going to go from here," her mom said. "I'll stop looking at his penis, I promise," Kim said. "No, no sweetie, you don't have to do that," Janet replied. "I think it's kind of neat that you are exploring your curiosities about the male body. Now tell me, does he get erect in front of you?" "Yes," Kim said, slapping her soft thigh to emphasize her reply. "All of the time." Random Letters Pt. 02 Ch. 8 Kevin one day wandered into Janet's room, wondering what she kept in her closet. "I wonder if she has Playgirls," he wondered aloud, thinking that would be really hot if he discovered his step mom enjoyed pictures of nude men. It would only give him more reason to show off to her, like he did for she and his step sister the other afternoon. Kevin, however, found something better than Playgirls. He found his step mom's reading material, and delved right in. He began to read what looked to be a printout from a chat board. One of the first penises I saw turned out to be the biggest I ever saw. My crazy aunt Bonnie took me to a nude beach when I was 18. I should say it was actually clothing optional, as the mixture of people were about 50-50 in terms of nudity and those who chose to wear their bathing suits. My aunt and I were the latter, as she wore a one-piece suit and I wore a baby blue bikini. I got a kick out of seeing so many boobs on a beach - so many women were topless, many of them running to and fro with their tits swinging every which way. But what really stole my attention were the naked men - some of them were like ewww, gross, I don't need to see that guy naked, but some of them were quite nice. A few had nice six-packs, others nice tight butts. And I was stunned to see so many penises. They were all kind of different looking. One guy who had huge muscles had a rather small one. Other guys walked around with all-out boners. One stuck right out from his body, almost parallel to the beach. Maybe a seagull will use it as a perch, I chuckled to myself. I was really taking in the scenery when all of a sudden, I heard a man's voice, and I look up and see this guy saying hello to my aunt. She gave him a hug, and right away my eyes darted down to you know where and I saw that he was indeed nude. And then I almost gasped - the man had an enormous penis. His dick was so big that when he hugged my aunt, it grazed against her lower thigh. I then had the most embarrassing moment of my life when my aunt introduced me to her special friend, and I could barely keep a straight face, plus I know I must have been blushing quite a bit. He then goes on having a conversation with us, all the while his massive schlong hanging right before my eyes. I kept trying to steal glances at it, and upon doing so I noticed it hung way past his balls and was really thick and heavy. I would go back and forth between checking out his ample dick, and trying to pretend I was interested in the conversation, simply nodding 'yeah, uh-hum, right,' and I couldn't for the life of me tell you what the two of them were even talking about. I was too engrossed with the giant penis that was just a few feet from me. And there is my aunt, acting so casual - I'm thinking, how the hell does she know this guy? An uncomfortable silence came - I was quite surprised it didn't come sooner - and my aunt took liberties by asking the gentleman (Derek, I believe his name was, for the life of me I don't remember!), "Derek, sweetie, tell Elizabeth here about your dork." I didn't even know what she meant by that at first, and my look of confusion prompted her to say "his penis, you know - his dork," and I again was dumbfounded, but she explained to me "that's what the kids called it when I was growing up." Ha! 'I am soooo calling everybody a dork from now on,' I thought to myself. Well, Derek did in fact tell me all about his wonderful "dork," and that it measured in at a full 10 inches when he was fully erect. "What a whopper!," I remember saying aloud. Now that all the attention was focused on his dork, I could look without any restraint. I stared and asked him several questions about it, even more personal ones like how much he played with it. Even my aunt was taken back a bit by my sudden brazenness, but I think it was the sight of his massive member that caused me to be pried out of my sexual shell. My aunt then asked him to "make it dance" for me, and he started by simply twisting his hips back and forth gently, making his dork swing from side to side, to then gyrating his hips in a dance-like fashion, swinging his big dick around in a circle. I clapped and cheered him on as if he was a male stripper, and my aunt could tell I enjoyed the show so she urged him to keep it going. He then made his cock swing up and down, causing it to slap against his tummy in a drum-like fashion. "He's clapping for us!" my aunt shrieked. I mockingly tried to clap in unison with his bouncing dork, as my aunt gently slapped the man on his cute butt. After about 20 minutes or so of watching such a splendid display of penis calisthenics, I did in fact need a drink, and this is when it got really interesting. My aunt volunteered to hit the snack stand, which was all the way down at the other end of the beach. The beach wasn't overly huge, but it was a decent walk. And my aunt wasn't the fastest walker in the world. So she would be gone for a while. I was a little nervous being alone with Mr. 10 inches. We decided to just relax on the beach towels for a bit, and as I layed down, Derek simply sat down on the cooler. His penis hung down between his legs, over the edge of the cooler. His dickhead was merely a few inches from touching the blanket for crying out loud. I purposely positioned myself on the towel so I could take in the sight of his wonderful organ - God I was so cheeky. As I laid out, he told me I had wonderful legs, and before I could thank him he said he particularly liked my big thighs. "That's what 10 years of swimming will do for you," I said. I could feel my nipples were now sticking out like crazy, as I just stared at his penis. He noticed my stares, and asked "Do you like it?" I quickly belted out "hell, yeah, it's amazing!" I then even surprised myself by asking him if I could touch it, and he obliged my sitting down next to me on the blanket. I kept peering out to see if my aunt was coming back or not - whether she would care or not, I felt weird about touching some guy's pecker with my mom's sister right there to watch. But she was nowhere in sight (maybe she was giving me some time alone with him - to this day I don't know), so I went about fondling his big dork (God that word makes me laugh now every time I say it!). His penis was really heavy, as I went from simply weighing it in my hand to stroking the long thick shaft. It started getting harder and easier to stroke, and as I heard beachgoers walking by our towel, I amused myself by putting up this innocent grin, all the while as I'm stroking off this horse-hung guy I barely know. Derek would groan from time to time as I played with him, and I would sometimes think he was about to come but then he would go right back to flexing his mighty tool in my hand. I could feel it pulse and throb, and at one point I actually used both hands to pleasure him, stroking him up and down as I could see that big dickhead getting more and more swollen. We now began to gather a mini-audience, some of which cheered stuff like "looks like you got your hands full," to simply "stroke that cock!" Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I'll do just that, I thought to myself. I wasn't exactly thrilled at first by people watching us, but as the moments passed, I kind of enjoyed it. I kept stroking and stroking this thing, and I was wondering if he was ever gonna come. Not only was the guy hung like a horse - he had the stamina of one! Come on, big fella, come already, I thought to myself. Suddenly a cheer of "show us your tits! Show us your tits!" picked up in the background, and I realized they were for me. They wanted me to take my top off. I had never planned to remove anything that day, but I was willing to do anything to get this guy off. "What do you think, Derek? Should I let my boobs out?" He kind of nodded and drooled at the same time, and without much delay, I let go of his prick, causing it to kind of bob in the air for a few seconds unattended, and I undid the strap on my bikini top and - whalah - my wonderful tits were on display. "Wooohooo!" the crowd rejoiced. Hell yeah, this is what you want to see, I thought. "You like these?" I asked Derek, echoing the question he asked me about his dick. "They're amazing," he said. I went back to stroking his huge cock, this time with more ammunition, as my big hanging tits didn't give him much of a chance of lasting long. The sun felt so weird on my naked breasts, almost like they yearned for it. Derek, meanwhile, started to moan again, only this time it was for real. As I waited for him to come, I pointed his dick straight up in the air, and I guess too straight, as the first wad of come hit him in the forehead. He shot himself in the face!, I laughed to myself. I chuckled as he continued to come, and I squeezed out every last drop from that wonderful organ. I quickly put my top back on and told the wonderful beach folks the show was over. Derek wiped off his dick and would have gotten dressed - but he was naked to begin with! What a wonderful day. My aunt soon got back and informed us that she had run into another few of her male friends - all nude I'm sure - and got to chatting. We told her we just talked. I never saw Mr. 10 inches again after that day, but since then I have had many opportunities to play with well-endowed men. I also discovered that that day on the beach was the first "CFNM" experience that I had. I wasn't familiar with that term back then but have become quite familiar with it since. The clothed female nude male dynamic is one of power and voyeuristic bliss for the female, and believe me I am a fan. I did in fact remove my top for Mr. Big Boy that day - really out of urgency since I wanted to get him off before my aunt got back - but since then, I have grown to discover I don't have to take anything off to make a guy come. I guess I am that good. Ha! And that ties in very well with many of the CFNM activities I now take part in. I hope you enjoyed my tale, God bless. Poor Kevin hadn't even lasted through the entire letter - his hand was already drenched in come as he tried to bring himself to another erection. He was in Heaven thinking that his hot step mom actually enjoyed this kind of material. Just then, the door swung open, and he saw his step mom come in. "Kevin?! What on earth are you doing?" Kevin bolted up from the bed, and tried to cover up. His massive erection was too much for even two hands to hide. "What on earth are you doing?!" Janet repeated in a more angry, shocked tone. "I was...I was...," Kevin stammered, trying to think of anything feasible. His enormous penis was drenched in come for heaven's sake - there was no feasible explanation he could think of. Janet now put one and one together, looking down at his naked erection, and she could see the shiny white stuff all over the shaft and even some on his stomach. "Were you...masturbating? In my ROOM?" she shouted, her voice picking up to a frenzied tone. Kevin didn't know what to do. He was so embarrassed, and frankly, frightened. He feared his step mom's wrath. Janet walked hastily over to Kevin and slapped him right across the face. She had never struck him before, and had never struck her daughter either. But she felt her privacy was invaded. She lashed out. For Kevin, all he could feel was pain at the time, but little did he know Janet's strike would fuel yet another fetish in him - being slapped by beautiful women. But for now, he was scared and humiliated. Janet scolded him further, and pulled him out of her room and towards his, the way a female authority figure might pull a child by his ear. Only Janet didn't pull Kevin by his ear. She pulled him by something else. "Ouuhhh!" Kevin groaned in pain, as his step mom grabbed hold of his erection, and yanked him into the hallway. He had no choice but to follow her command. When they got close to his room, she yanked his penis even harder, and sort of shoved him past the door. "And don't come of out there until I tell you!" she shouted. And she slammed the door to keep him in. Kevin lay there restless on his bed. Would Janet tell his father what happened? He wouldn't be home for a while, but he still thought about it anxiously. He had never seen her so upset. Dinner approached, and suddenly Kevin heard a knock at the door. It was a gentle knock. Maybe Janet had cooled down. Kevin opened the door to find her with a stern look on her face, but she was calm. "Can I come in?" she asked. Kevin nodded, and now with his clothes back on, he sat down next to his step mom on the bed. "I'm sorry I got so upset," the young woman apologized. "No, I'm sorry for what I did," Kevin jumped in. "What...what were you doing in my room? Well...I know what you were doing, but..." Janet asked aloud. "I...I was looking for an umbrella," Kevin said, as Janet looked out the window to see it was a perfectly clear day. She didn't even want to bother to ask. "I went in your closet," Kevin continued, "and I found a stack of letters. I just...I read one..." "I saw," Janet said. "It was still on the bed." There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment. "Those were private letters from a friend," Janet said. "You don't go in somebody's closet and start rooting through their stuff!" "Yes, mam," Kevin answered, hanging his head. "And for pete's sake, Kevbo, a lot of boys your age masturbate, but they do it in their own room! You think I wanna walk in to my room and see you in that state of affairs?" Again, he hung his head in shame. "Yes, mam," he answered. "I mean no, mam." She let out a deep sigh. "Sweetie, I'm gonna give you a little piece of advice that I think all men should hear," she instructed. He looked up. She dropped her voice down to a whisper. "Don't think with your dick," she said. "It'll only get you into trouble." It was one of the few times his step mom had dropped the "D" word in front of him, and he savored it. He gently smiled, and nodded. "Now....that said," she began. "Oh first of all sweetie, I didn't hurt you did I?" she asked. He shook his head no. "Oh look at that, there is a huge red hand print on your cheek. I'll get some ice," she told him, and left the room. She came back and was very gentle with him, soothing his sore cheek with a bag of ice. Again, she whispered. "I didn't hurt your dick, did I?" she asked. Again, with the "D" word. He loved it. "No, it's okay," he answered. She smirked. "From what I could see, you already gave it a good beating," she couldn't help but remark with a hearty laugh. He was surprised by her candid humor, but laughed right along with her. "Lemme see, sweetie, pull down your pants so I can make sure everything is okay down there," she told him. "I know how boys are - 'oh, everything's fine' - you don't want to admit when you're hurt." Kevin hesitated. He enjoyed being nude for his step mom and step sister, and even started walking around the house nude at times, but this was different. He was surprised that Janet was invoking the nudity. "Come on, pull 'em down," she instructed. He got his jeans down, then his boxers, and his semi-erect penis sprang out for inspection. Janet chuckled with delight. "Woopsy-daisy," she said as his member bounced out. She gently took hold of it with the tips of her fingers. She was eyeing it for any sign of irritation. But Kevin wondered if she just wanted to get a good look at it for other reasons. He began to get fully erect, as Janet's probing hands were in effect giving him a gentle hand job. "I don't see anything...wrong with it," she said as she kept her eyes focused on his tool. He just sat there silently, hoping this moment would last forever. She now got a little bit more hands-on, and started pulling his erection downward, then would let it spring back up. Like she was checking its springiness. She did it from all different angles - down to the right, down to the left, straight down...all the way to the left, all the way to the right. The inspection was going way beyond what it called for. "Boi-oi-oi-oi-oing," she couldn't help but joke as she watched his penis act like a jack-in-the-box. "You're okay, sweetie - I just wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you," she said, crossing her legs and inching closer to him. "I'm sorry I grabbed you by the ding-a-ling. I was just so MAD at you." Again he apologized, but she told him there was no need for that anymore. "From the looks of it you really got a kick out of that letter," she laughed. "I just...I just thought it was really hot how that girl went to the nude beach and enjoyed looking at all the naked guys," he answered. Janet smiled. "You know who that girl is?" she asked. Oh my God, she actually knows her?, Kevin thought to himself. He just shook his head 'no." She smiled again. "That's my older sister," she said with pride. "That was something she posted once and then I printed out to show a friend - somehow I guess it got mixed up with the other stuff." Her sister?! My God! "It was the letter about the guy on the beach with the huge dick, right?" she asked casually. "Uh, yeah," Kevin barely got out. "Yeah - that was my sister's recollection of her first time to a nude beach - I was too young to go at the time," she explained. "And you remember my Aunt Bonnie. She was at our last cookout." Kevin probed his memory bank, and suddenly did remember an older, quirky woman that was at the last family barbecue. She did seem to have sort of a wild side to her. She was very attractive, just a bit older than the women Kevin was usually hot for. "Well anyhow, if you do in fact love my reading material so much, I will lend you some at my discretion - but if you're gonna play with your peter, for Heaven's sake do it in the privacy of your own room!," she yelled. "Yes, mam," Kevin agreed. "Okay, now wait here." Janet got up and went into her room. Kevin was still completely naked from the waist down, his large erection lying against his stomach. Janet came back in and plopped herself down on the bed. The skirt she had on was riding up higher and higher, showing off even more thigh. She crossed her legs. Kevin's nudity didn't phase her. If anything, she enjoyed it. She began combing through the letters to pick out a select few to lend him. "Oh here's a good one. You'll get a kick out of this one. Oh, here's another," she said, adding one after another to his pile. "What is this?..." She began reading one of the letters. She now chuckled, then laughed heartily. "What is it?" Kevin asked. She went on reading. Finally, she shared the letter with him. "Listen to this," she said, "this one is from a man - it's off a large penis support group website." "My problem is that I have a new job and they make me wear very fit pants," she began reading, looking over at Kevin then at his erection. "And no matter what I do, I have a large bulge, and the worst thing is - ," she couldn't help but giggle, "the worst thing is my DICK always winds up down my pants and looks vulgar." Kevin couldn't believe how much she emphasized the word "dick," and he was so turned on by her language that he could feel a little precome oozing out of his rod. "I can no longer wear boxers because it just makes it hang down," she read on, "and boxer briefs help a little but ultimately my dick keeps on going down my leg. I tried bikini briefs and wearing it to the side, but it looks like I have a hard-on. Please help me with suggestions." She slapped the letter down. "Yeah, I have a suggestion - just go naked," she joked. "Let the big boy swing free. For Heaven's sake, that's what you've resorted to - at least in the house." Kevin laughed. "I can sympathize with you, sweetie, when I was your age, well, a little younger - when I first got boobs, I walked around nude in the house a lot," she said. Random Letters Pt. 02 "Really?!" he asked, fascinated and aroused. "Oh sure, when nobody was home - I used to love to just roam free. It was always tough to find a bra that fit right and was comfortable, so I was just relieved to let these mammas hang out as long as I could." Kevin could feel himself almost drooling. His desires got the best of him. "You could do that again if you want - I wouldn't mind," he teased. "Oh you," she said, gently slapping him. "Sweetie you know you'll never get to see me naked, you know that." She said it in such a sympathetic tone, and in the process stomped on any dream he ever had of seeing her in the nude. Those huge breasts, that gorgeous ass, that huge bush that he always fantasized about - he would never lay eyes on any of it. But therein lie his erotic fascination with her - that he couldn't see her nude, but she had seen him nude dozens of times, even right at the moment. He kind of got a kick out of her enjoying that power over him. "You, on the other hand," she went on, "you I have seen naked many, many, many times," she laughed, with him smiling along with her. "And a lot of that is your own doing, mister," she said. He did love showing off what he had. The two enjoyed a comfortable silence this time - not an uncomfortable one. She looked down and smirked at his massive member. "Damn, boy," she said, pretending to speak in a man's voice. "You gotta a big-ass schlong there buddy boy." He flexed his midsection to make it stick up even further. "I'm gonna start calling you donkey dick," she said with a hearty laugh. "Donkey dick, take out the trash. Donkey dick, do your homework," she imagined. "It will be such good fun." "Yeah but then when people are around..." he wondered. "Well I'll just shorten it to D.D. - it will be our little inside joke," she said. He had another idea. "How about Ed?" he asked. "Which could stand for elephant dick." She shook her head and covered her face, laughing as she did so. "Elephant dick it is," she said. "I guess elephants do have bigger ones." Through it all, he still had the same enormous erection he had when she walked in. He really needed to climax. "Alright then Ed," she said mockingly, "I have to go and make dinner. Remember what we talked about." Oh he surely would, and as soon as the gorgeous beauty left the room, Kevin jerked off furiously. He didn't even need any material - he was still riding the high he was on when Janet was there with him. Suddenly, the door wooshed open, just as a huge blob of thick, white come splashed up on Kevin's stomach. "Oh for Pete's sake," Janet remarked, "again? My word that thing must be high maintenance." He told her he did in fact play with it a lot. Poor Janet just came back in to get the box of letters, but for the second time today, she caught him in mid-jerk. She didn't mind though. An hour later, she yelled to him from downstairs. "Ed! Dinner's ready," she yelled. He loved this woman. TO BE CONTINUED Random Letters Pt. 03 Ch. 9 Kevin loved to take long showers. It was his way of relaxing and getting his mind off things. One particular afternoon he was in such a good mood, he sang happily in the shower, using the water-proof walkman he got for Christmas the year before. He was lathering himself up, having a good old time, then suddenly he saw the shower curtain woosh wide open, and startled, he jumped back a bit. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me calling you?" It was Janet. And she was agitated. "I'm sorry - I had my walkman on," Kevin explained. He stood there completely naked, with Janet dressed in a mini skirt and purple top. He looked down to see she still had her heels on from work, and she was wearing black stockings. God Kevin loved those black stockings she wore. He would always look forward to seeing her in them. Janet sighed out of disgust because of having to shout for him so many times. "I knew I never should have gotten you that thing," she said of the walkman. "God I was scre-e-e-e-e-ming and scre-e-e-e-e-ming for you. I was like Kevin! Kevin! Ed?! Kevin!" He noticed she kept going along with the "Ed" joke. He loved it. "Don't ever make me call for you that many times ever again. Do you understand me young man?" she asked solemnly. "Yes mam," he said, cowering a bit. He was starting to enjoy being under her command. "I thought you were masturbating again," she said, again showing her displeasure. "And you just walked right in on me?" he asked with a laugh. Again, she groaned. "Sweetie when I'm in a hurry, your privacy isn't exactly high on my priority list," she scoffed. He again laughed at her openness. "Now listen. I am going to a meeting for work, your sister is at the library, and your father won't be home for another few days as you know, so there is a dinner for you in the fridge - just heat it up, but DON'T FORGET to turn off the stove," she instructed. "Yes, mam," he said, again very obedient. He now made sure his arms were completely at his side. It was an arousing feeling for him to be looking at his fully-clothed step mom while he stood there completely nude, knowing she was free to look down and see his penis. He was so engrossed with that thought that he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. She told him a few other things, but he didn't hear her. "Now tell me what you're going to do when I'm gone," she instructed, her hands now on her hips in an authoritative fashion. "Um," he stammered. "My dinner's in the fridge, heat it up - " "And what else? Don't forget to turn off the..." "Stove," he said. "Very good, and what else?" She now blatantly glanced down at his penis. "Come on, what else?" she asked. He nervously fondled his penis, stalling and trying to think of what she told him to do. "Don't stand there fiddling with your wiener, tell me what I JUST told you like five seconds ago," she said angrily. He hadn't a clue what she instructed him to do. Now she was pissed. She fell back on old habits, and pulled him by the ear out of the tub. "Ouwww, mom, stop," he said. He loved calling her "mom" instead of Janet. It made his nudity that much more risqué. "I swear, honey, this is the only way to get through to you," she said. She pulled him all the way downstairs out to the kitchen, his naked penis swinging back and forth the whole way. "There, right there!" she said, pointing to the corner of the room. "Look at all those trash bags! Take out the trash! It's your responsibility, I told you several times the last couple days, and you refuse to do it! Do it, or there will be hell to play, you understand?" Her tone got angrier and more persistent. "Yes mam, I'm sorry," he said. "Well okay then," the young step mom replied. She again looked down at his not-so private area. "Now...put your floppy friend away and go take out the trash," she commanded him. He laughed. But she wasn't laughing. "Kevin I am so serious, I am soooo close to slapping the shit out of you," she groaned. "Mom, I'm sorry I just - " "Kevin, go...take out...the trash," she said. And he started heading upstairs. He did as told, coming back down fully dressed, and obediently took out the garbage. As he got downstairs, Janet was heading out. "I'll be back around 9. Behave yourself," she said sternly, and headed out. Being naked in front of her again, and her bossing him around in such a rude fashion, got him awfully excited, and the young man went upstairs to pleasure himself. He took out a picture of Janet in a bathing suit, her huge boobs and big, tan thighs shown predominantly, and he began to read one of the letters that Janet gave him a few days earlier. This one was a printout of an email - some gentleman's correspondence with the sex therapist. Ms. Clark, What are some of the roots of me wanting to be a male stripper, you ask? Well, there are traces of it that go all the way back to my childhood, the feeling of arousal that I would get while fantasizing about being nude in front of a clothed woman. But one definitive experience I remember happened when I was 18. It was the summer after I graduated from high school, and my two older step sisters, 23 and 24 at the time, and both still living at home, were carrying on about something in the kitchen. They had always kind of bullied me when I was growing up, teasing me and bossing me around, and I kind of just went with it since my father and I moved in under their roof. My step mom was the sweetest woman you could imagine, and my step sisters, although pests at times, were good-hearted. So I endured their ridicules for the most part. This particular occasion was kind of different though, and as I tried to watch television in peace in the family room, their laughter got louder and louder, until it erupted in all out screams and hollers. "Lemme see! Lemme see!" one of them said. I went into the kitchen to see they were fighting over something, as Laura, the older one, was holding something that Gina was trying to get from her. "Lemme seeeeeee!" Gina said. Laura finally handed it to her - it was a photo, I could make out that much, but what of I had no idea. Gina looked at it, her eyes got as big as silver dollars, and again she rolled over in belly-aching laughter. Cripes! What the hell is so funny?, I though to myself. "What is it? What are you guys carrying on about?" I asked. "You DON'T wanna know," one of them said. What the hell? Now my interest peaked even higher. Laura put the photo away in her purse. "I have to put this back before she knows it's gone," she said. Now, they were ignoring me. "Laura, come on, tell me - what is soooo funny?" She waved me off again, and smirked. "Trust me little brother, just let it go," she persisted. Now I was going nuts. I was not going to give in. "Just tell me," I said. Gina sympathized with me. "Just tell 'em Laura," she said, crossing her sexy legs. Yes, I did always have a thing for her legs. "He gets all weird when we talk about stuff like this," Laura explained. "He like, gets all embarrassed and runs out of the room." Now I was starting to get an idea of what they were talking about. Was it something sex-oriented? What the hell was that photo? "What's the picture of?" I asked. She again just gave me a smirk. "It's just a grocery list," she joked. Gina laughed along with her. "No, come on, tell me the truth," I said. "You can't handle the truth!" she said jokingly, quoting a popular movie at the time. There was then a long silence. "You wanna tell 'em?" Laura asked. "Noooo! You tell 'em," Gina fired back. "We'll both tell 'em," Laura said. "How the hell we gonna do that?" Gina again retorted. "Guys, for Christ's sake! Just tell me," I yelled. They laughed at how agitated I was. They snickered for a little bit then finally composed themselves. "Okay....here goes," Laura said. "You know how our mom, and uh, your dad...and...all their friends..." She was really drawing this out. "Have parties during the summer...barbecues and what not? And then once in a while, you know, one of them will kind of be like, adults-only, that we were never allowed to go to?" she went on. "And mom would never tell us why, she would just kind of brush it off like, 'oh, it's just a chance for us grown-ups to get away from you crazy kids.'" "Yeah, yeah, so?" Laura looked at Gina and they smiled at each other. "Well...those parties are sort of different," she said with a big smile. "Different how?" This was getting interesting. "Well ya' see little brother, what's different about those parties is that...well, all of the men strip completely nude," she said. "Ha!" Gina bellowed out. There was suddenly a huge knot in my stomach. Laura was right, I did get weird when women joked about the male anatomy. Don't know why, I just did back then. I kind of felt like running out of the room right then, but it only got worse. "You're kidding," I said. "Uh, no, not quite," Laura replied. "All of the lads just strip off all their dang clothes and have a big old party." The knot in my stomach was tightening. "What about the women?" I asked, my voice cracking out of nervousness. "Oh, they keep all their clothes on," she said in a real snobbish tone. I was soooo mortally embarrassed. The thought of my own step mom being in the presence of a bunch of naked men, making comments about their privates and everything, and all the while she had her clothes on...I thought I was going to die. For some reason, I felt so inferior to women at that moment. That fear, and that embarrassment, would later turn to delight and arousal as you know, since nowadays I make part of my living off stripping in front of women. "Are they...all the way naked?" I asked. "All the way," Gina said. "Naked, naked, naked," Laura stressed. "The women can see their dicks," Gina confirmed. My head was spinning. I actually started to get a boner - it was the weirdest moment, totally embarrassed and scared, yet aroused all at the same time. "I don't even know how it started - it might go back to their college days or something, but they have these barbecues and get-togethers where the men are all bare-ass naked," she went on. "How do you know?" I wondered aloud. "Because mom let us come to one last summer," Gina yelled. I was speechless. This meant that... "Yeah, we saw your dad's ding-a-ling," Laura laughed, "Yeah, and there's not much to write home about," Gina said, taking a shot at my dad's size. "Oh that's so mean," Laura chimed in. Things were moving so fast now. I could barely keep up. "But Rick on the other hand...," Gina began. "Oh Jesus," Laura said loudly, "show him the picture." Gina took the infamous photo out of her purse, the photo that they had been making such a huge fuss over, and simply handed it to me. I then got the shock of my life, as I eyed the photo, and saw my step mom, posing next to this Rick character, and Rick, God bless him, had the most enormous penis I had ever seen. I still haven't seen one as big as the one in that photo. It was big, thick and hung down between his legs like a baby's arm. And there's my step mom, her arm wrapped around him, and I swear to God she had the biggest smile on her face - she didn't smile that big at my graduation for crying out loud. She was casual in a sun dress, standing next to a fully naked, extremely well-endowed, man. I stared at the photo in a blissful daze. "Mom calls him Rick the Dick," Gina joked. "Oh I know," Laura laughed. "Quite fitting I would say." I thought this was some kind of weird dream at this point. I kept staring at the photo, my step-mom's huge grin, the guy's enormous package, and then Laura finally swiped the photo back from me. (I can tell you in confidence that this photo came into my possession at a later time and I NEVER parted ways with it.) "Who is Rick the Dick, like how does mom know him?" I wondered aloud. "Rick the Dick?" Gina asked. "I don't know. Laura, how does mom know Rick the Dick?" I quickly realized the girls just liked saying "Rick the Dick." "Rick the Dick is actually...hmmm...I'm not sure how they know Rick the Dick," she laughed. "But I do know one thing about him," she said. I almost knew what was coming. "He has a really big dick," she finished. Her and Gina were just having a good old time. I would eventually find out Rick was basically a friend of a friend of a friend - that sort of thing. These parties they had usually got between 15 and 20 people. "How long is that monster of his?" Gina interjected, bringing up the subject of Rick's size once again. Laura was like "from what I understand, it's in the neighborhood of 10 or 11 inches. I've never seen him measure it but mom has. A couple times, I think." My hot step mom watching a man measure his huge penis. Oh thank you, God, for putting that image in my head. "You got a good look at it - you were tied to him for Christ's sake," Gina said. Tied to him? Before I could ask... "We played this obstacle course game, where it was a guy and a girl with their legs tied together," Laura said. "A three-legged race," Gina clarified. "Yeah," Laura replied, "and mom was joking around like 'Rick, you can do the three-legged race by yourself,' because of his huge..." "Oh my God, I missed that one," Gina said. "So there I am," Laura goes on, "I'm at one of these parties for the first time, and I'm tied to a guy that has the biggest...in the freakin' world." "You couldn't keep a straight face," Gina said. "How could I? When we started running, his...DICK...just flopped all over the place like a frog on a frying pan." Gina rolled over in laughter. "And then (laugh), and then (laugh), you two fell down," she could barely get out. "I couldn't see where I was going!" Laura yelled. "He was staring at my legs, and he gets this enormous boner, and when we start running it starts bouncing every which way, smacking against his fucking stomach..." Even I started to laugh along with Gina now... "He's staring at my legs, I'm staring at his huge dick...oh, it was a mess. And then we just went right down," Laura recalled. I was having trouble hiding my own erection. I was even getting the urge to strip right in front of Laura and Gina at that moment. "Did you see what he can do with it?" Laura asked. "He can like, flex his dick. He does this thing where he moves it up and down." "Are you serious?" Gina asked amusingly. "He's like...double-jointed in his dick or something. He has a very animated dong." Well Ms. Clark, the two girls went on and on about the barbecue they were at. Although many of their anecdotes included "Rick the Dick" in some form or another, they did get around to mentioning some other men and women that were at the party, and after much prodding, I even found out that my old grade school principal, Mrs. Gathers, was in attendance. Sweet Jesus! I had always had a crush on her, and she was at the freakin' party! My sisters persisted that I not mention that to anyone else. I swore to them everything they told me would be in confidence. It was like these parties were like a secret cult or something. As the years went on, I would realize that the parties and get-togethers that my step mom and dad were a part of could be described as "CFNM parties," although that term really didn't exist back then. I was a lot more open with Laura and Gina after that day, telling them that I had aspirations and fantasies about being a male stripper, and they even served as my practice audience a few times, seeing me shake my stuff. Too this day, I have never seen either of them naked. A real bummer, but it does at least indulge my CFNM fetish. And my step mom is in fact still good friends with "Rick the Dick," and I have had the pleasure of being at a few of my step mom's engagements, where he is present, and yes, we men are all in our birthday suits. Rick's equipment is even bigger in person. I think the funniest thing my step mom said about him was "the man is half penis, I swear to God." What a life I live. - Eugene Kevin read the letter over and over, then spurted out a nice thick blob of come, imagining he was the "Rick" character in the story, and the step mom was Janet. It was a nice soothing masturbatory session for Kevin, but then he realized one of his come shots had landed right on the photo of Janet. He cleaned it off as best he could, but then went rooting for another photo of her, the object of his affection. Later on that night, Kevin started to wonder when his step mom was actually going to get home. It was way past the time she said she would be back. The young man decided to get a bath and then turn in for the night. While relaxing in the tub, he suddenly heard someone come in downstairs, and didn't know if it was his step sister, or Janet finally returning home. Whoever it was, they were coming up the steps, and then he heard footsteps coming up to the bathroom door. "Ed?" the voice sang out in song-like fashion. "You in there?" It was a woman's voice. It was Janet. "Yeah, I'm in the tub," Kevin replied. He had been lying down in the water to the point where it came all the way up to his neck, but now he sat up, bubbles still covering his lower parts. Janet came right in, and sat down on the edge of the tub. Her stocking-clad legs were crossed right in Kevin's view. This was torture. "I'm sorry I got home late kiddo," she said. "Our boss kept us late for that stupid (hiccup) meeting, and me and the girls went out for a few drinks afterwards." "Oh," Kevin said, sensing she was drunk. "Actually, we gotta alotta drinks. I'm actually plastered," she admitted with a laugh. "Oh, that's cool," he said. She glanced down at the water. "Aw, you're taking a bubble bath, isn't that nice," she said. He smiled. "That looks good - maybe I'll do the same when you're done." She then reached down and rubbed his cheek. "I'm so sorry I was kind of a bitch to you today - I've just been under a lot of stress because of my dickhead boss," she said. Wo, the expletives come out a little easier when she's had a few drinks, the young man thought. "He basically just chewed us out for an hour and a half, about stuff that's not even our fault!" she went on. "That's bullshit," Kevin said. "Exactly! Hey, watch your mouth sweetie," she corrected him. "I'm sorry, mam," he said obediently. They both stared out into space. "Ugh. My boss is such a cock," Janet said. "I'm sorry, but he is just such...a huge...cock." The step son couldn't believe she was talking like this in front of him. He was starting to get a huge erection - luckily the bubbles covered it up. Well actually... "Ooo, your bubbles are starting to disappear," Janet noted. "Wow, is that your submarine?" She eyed his huge erection, going all the way up his belly. "Sorry, I just..." "Don't apologize, sweetie," the step mom said soothingly. "It's only natural." "You're just so beautiful," he couldn't help but say. Shit, did I just let that slip out. What if she gets mad? "Aw, you're so sweet," she said, again rubbing his cheek. Only this time, she lost her balance, and fell right into the tub. Splash!!! "Ha-ha-ha!!!" she laughed out loud. "I am sooooo drunk." She was sitting right on top of Kevin, on top of his... "Oh God, your dick. I can feel it digging into my back," she said laughingly as she got up from the water. "I'm sorry sweetie. Mommy lost her balance." Kevin just lie there, waiting to see what would happen next. It only got better. Janet just ripped off her mini skirt, and stood there in her black stockings, which came halfway up her gorgeous thighs, and her white panties. "Might as well take this off and let it dry," she said of the mini skirt, tossing it aside. Kevin quickly noticed that her panties were a bit wet too, and suddenly he got a huge rush when he could clearly make out her bush. It was huge! It became apparent that Janet wasn't one who believed in trimming the hedges, as her giant triangular bush came all the way up to her lower tummy. Oh my Lord?! Random Letters Pt. 03 She sat back down on the edge of the tub. "Are you gonna get out of the tub or what?" she asked. "The water must be freezing." He rose up, and while stepping over the edge of the tub, he looked down and saw Janet crack a smile. "Does your dick hang low, does it wobble to and fro, can you tie it in a knot, can you tie it in a bow?" she started singing enthusiastically. He was a little embarrassed, and then Janet just waved her hand at him, saying "oh sweetie, I'm just kidding with you." She then went back to talking about her job, and Kevin nonchalantly sat down next to her on the edge of the tub. He looked down at her black stockings, her nice thighs, one leg crossed over the other. "I just can't stand that guy!" she went on about her boss. "Oh forget him. He can kiss my ass." Kevin was tempted to interject. And he couldn't resist the temptation. "I'll kiss your ass," he said. He risked being smacked, but instead, Janet gave right in, and said "I'll take you up on that, buster. Here, kiss it." She got right up and stood before him, sticking her gorgeous panty-covered ass right in his face. Her ass was so big, so nice and plump and round - not fat, just a nice, thick bottom. Kevin planted a very loud, exaggerated kiss on her left cheek, and then gently placed his hands on each of her hips and planted a kiss on the right cheek, then kept kissing and kissing for as long as he could. She giggled with delight. "I wish I got this kind of treatment at work," she joked, hiccupping again from all the cocktails. "Okay, young man, that's enough," she said. "Don't let your dad know I let you do that," she added. Janet then started heading out of the bathroom, and urged Kevin to come join her for some television. She said that his step sister was staying at a friend's for the night. He went to get dressed, but she persisted he stay naked. "Just (hiccup), come as you are," she said. "Women need to be able to take in more male nudity, and frankly you're about all I get," she commented with a laugh. As they walked out towards the family room, Janet stopped in her tracks and said "in fact, I'll take off a little bit and join you..." She then unbuttoned her blouse and just took it right off. She had on a tan bra, and my God....her tits were enormous! Kevin suddenly realized his step mom's breasts were even bigger than he imagined. They filled out that bra to the point that it looked like it might snap off. She leaned over to put a glass of water down on the table, and it almost did. "Ooops!" she said, clasping her huge boobs. "I almost popped out!" She then let out a girlish giggle, and crossed her legs again. "My goodness, sweetie, you almost got to see my boobs," she said. He just groaned in pain. He was that close. She was down to her bra and panties, casually having a conversation with the young Kevbo. Sneaking glances at her breasts, Kevin thought of just about every colorful euphemism for them - jugs, tits, melons, knockers...they were so big! Kevin realized they were the kind that, because they were so huge, they would actually hang down if not supported by a bra. He imagined taking each mammoth boob in his mouth and sucking on it for days. Janet then took a puff of her cigarette (she only smoked when she was drunk), and said, "they're C-cups, sweetie," talking about her bra. Yeah, C-cups, and they're about to burst out. "Would you believe me, sweetie, that, when I was in high school, I was a really good track runner, sprinter! Until I got tits," she said. Kevin couldn't help but snicker. "Once I got these," she said, pointing to her boobs, "those track days were over. These suckers weighed me down!" He now couldn't hide a blatant erection. His enormous member lie on his right leg, getting as thick around as Janet's forearm. "How's your friend?" she said, looking right down at his penis. She then ever so casually reached down and took it in her right hand, beginning to stroke it and make it even harder. 'Could this be? Was this...? Yes!' Kevin began to realize, 'my hot step mom was giving me a hand job.' And she did it as though it wasn't actually happening. She kept stroking his mighty tool, all the while talking about her job. "I just don't know what I'm gonna do about that man," she said of her boss, "I mean, I can't deal with him. I can't." Then just silence. All you could hear was her stroking his penis. And she never actually acknowledged she was doing it. "Oooo, you know what, sweetie? I think I have some lube, wait right here," she said. She got up from the couch, stumbling a bit, and retreated into her bedroom. When she got back, she walked in to see Kevin still sitting there, his massive erection lying against his stomach and pointing upward. "Now there's a sight!" she said with a boisterous laugh. She sat right down next to him again, and squirted some lube along the length of his huge shaft. "Oooo, that's it, does that feel good, baby?" she asked. He just nodded. He couldn't believe this was happening. She went back to stroking his rod, and you could hear it squish every time she moved her pretty hand up and down his huge pole. "Oooo, yeah, I LOVE stroking your big, huge dick. I bet you always dreamed of this, didn't you, you little slut," she asked. He could only nod. "Getting down and kissing my big, sexy ass - you know you're my bitch," she said. "You'll do anything to get me to stroke your big huge horse cock. Big 13-inch fucking donkey dick." Kevin wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. "Staring at my big, huge tits - oh God I bet you wanna see these sooooo bad. But you can't because you're my little bitch." He couldn't believe the power trip she was on. And he loved it. He started moaning louder. "Oooo, you gonna come, bitch? You gonna shoot a big load for mommy?" He nodded, and could feel his penis was about to erupt. "Here, shoot it all over my big fucking tits," she commanded, bringing his pole up to her cleavage. "Shoot it! Shoot it, you little bastard!" Kevin then produced a nice, long stream of come that hit Janet on the lower part of her neck, and she quickly rubbed it into the top of her enormous breasts, all the while continuing to stroke his giant prick. His second come shot wasn't as big, but it landed right on the top of her boobs, and she shouted with glee as she continued to rub his come into her soft, tan skin. When the two calmed down, he put his head in her lap, and she rubbed his forehead as he looked up at her longingly. "NO ONE can know what we just did," she stressed. He gave her full confidence that their naughty act would remain a secret. And there could be so much more ahead! Kevin fantasized about sucking her monster tits, and her bush, oh my God her bush - he could spend a day with his face planted in between her legs. Could he actually end up fucking her someday? And then, would they fuck all the time? Kevin needed a little reading material before he turned in, and picked up the other letter that Janet passed on to him. It looked kind of old, handwritten on several sheets of loose leaf. Ms. Clark, You persisted I share with you that funny story about my step brother, Daniel. And you did give me your word everything I tell you will strictly be between you and I, so I am holding you to that. Okay, here goes. As you know, when my parents got married when I was nine years old, my mom and I moved in with my step father, Nathan, and his 16-year-old son, Daniel. Daniel was mentally challenged. He was the sweetest person I have ever known. I loved having him as a step brother, and growing up, I often had to defend him when other kids around the neighborhood would pick on him and start making jokes. They would call him "retart" and stuff like that, and I would always come to his rescue. It made me feel powerful, and like his body guard sort of. Daniel was a pretty clever guy though. He had many interests, and pretty much kept to himself. His one drawback was that he was seriously afraid of water - taking showers and baths and what not. As a result, my step mom often had to supervise his baths, all the way til he was 25. Yikes! I never thought much of her seeing him nude, since it was like a mom and son sort of thing. Or even kind of like a nurse and patient dynamic. I never really gave it much thought. But as the years went on, Nathan and my mom loved to take long vacations together, and my mom would often hire a caretaker for a week at a time to look after Daniel. That was pretty expensive. Around the time I was 20 or so, and Daniel was maybe 26 or 27, I stressed to my mom that I could take care of Daniel - I had known him since I was little, we got along great, and it was no big deal. The only thing he ever did that annoyed me was when he accidentally broke my Bee-Gees 8-track tape. But maybe he did me a favor! She said she would give me a chance to watch Daniel, but then made sure I knew I would have to help him in and out of the tub. So obviously this would involve the sensitive aspect of me seeing my step brother completely naked. I told her it was no problem, and even mentioned the old cliche, "hey, you've seen one, you've seen 'em all." She smiled, but then said "well..." "Well?! Well, what?!" I thought to myself. I kind of gave her this look of surprise and confusion, and waited for her to continue. She kind of gave this nervous smile, and said "sweetie, there's something I should tell you so you don't get the shock of your life when you go to give Daniel a bath." Okay, now this was getting interesting. She was really struggling to tell me. I almost felt bad for her. "God gives us all different gifts," she said, then again laughed out of nervousness. Her face was flushed. I told her to go ahead and tell me already. She took a deep breath. She then went and closed the kitchen window, as if people outside were really going to hear us chatting. She came up close to me, looked me square in the eye, and says "Daniel has the biggest schlong I have ever seen." I almost pissed myself. I thought wh-wh-what? She broke into a chuckle. "I'm sorry, honey, there's no other way for me to put it." Hearing my own mom use such a silly word like "schlong" was a moment for the ages, but then when she went on and on about it, I almost died. She told me that his amazing appendage had caused many a wardrobe malfunction growing up, that she could only buy him extra-extra-extra long shorts during the summer time, shorts that were practically pants. I always wondered to myself during a hot day in July, 'isn't Daniel hot in those things?' She also told me that every morning, she would have to - brace yourself for this one - help him strap his penis to his leg before he put pants on. She showed me the Velcro strap thingy that he wore. Oh my Lord! She always said that Daniel was a "hand-full," but my God. Okay, sorry for that joke. Then she asked me if I remembered Daniel carrying on the one Halloween because my mom wouldn't let him wear his Batman costume, complete with spendex tights and a blue speedo. Uh, yeah, they were a BIG no-no. Now I knew why my mom refused to let him wear that particular garb. She told me she had to tell him oh-so-delicately, saying he had simply "outgrown" the costume. Instead, she let him go as a ghost, with a non-revealing white sheet draped around him. She also eased any tension I had about his nudity, saying that Daniel was never weird about it, and he never made any advances towards her or anything like that. I had worried a little about that, since Daniel always told me how beautiful I was, calling me "pretty Natalie," he was a real trip. My mom walked me through the rest of the details when taking care of my lovely step brother, but I have to say the thought that kept going through my mind was "I gotta see this thing!" It wasn't really a sexual urge, just more along the lines of ... how many times would I get to see something like Daniel's? The first night we were alone, I made us tacos for dinner, his favorite, and then we watched television for a while. I kept asking him if he was ready for his bath. I was so bad. But eventually, he did say he was ready for bed, which meant he would take a quick bath first. When we went up, there was an awkward pause, but he told me he would get undressed, and then tell me to come in. I said okay, even though I'm thinking what's the difference if I stand there while you're stripping? If I'm gonna see you, I'm gonna see you. But anyhow. After about 10 minutes or so, he knocked on the inside of the door, which I figured meant he was down to his birthday suit. I had butterflies in my stomach. "Pretty Natalie, I'm ready," he said. Again with the "pretty Natalie thing." I opened the door, and God help me my eyes went right to his crotch. I couldn't help it. After my mom built it up so much, I couldn't look anywhere else. I then gasped. Loudly. Daniel had a third leg. His penis was this real thick tube of flesh that hung lazily down between his legs (past his thighs!!!), and the head of it was as big around as my fist. I'm not kidding! His penis was almost cartoonish. I smiled, and even giggled, and he saw me staring at his penis, so I had to say something. "Wow, you're a big boy," I said enthusiastically. He simply said "Yes," in a matter-of-fact sort of way. He was so funny. Then he says "Mila," my mom, "calls it the eighth wonder of the world." I gave a hearty laugh. It eased the tension quite a bit. I helped him into the tub, and he persisted that I stay there with him. We chatted about baseball, his favorite sport, and I made a noted attempt to not just stare at his penis. We talked and talked as he cleaned himself with a wash cloth, with me sitting on the edge of the tub. I couldn't stop staring! His penis was lying flat against his stomach, past his belly button. I just kept making small talk so I could keep looking and looking. He didn't seem to mind. But when his teeth started chattering from the water getting cold, okay, show and tell was over. I helped him get dressed into his pajamas, and as he lifted his penis and placed it down his left pant leg, I couldn't help but tee-hee a bit. It was sooooo funny. I put him to bed, and went out to the family room to watch T.V. About a half hour later, as I'm all comfy, watching Carson, I hear this boyish laughter coming from down the steps, and lo and behold, Daniel comes running into the family room, completely naked, then wooshes around the corner and goes into the kitchen. My step brother was streaking! He did it over and over again, running laps around the house, and as he ran, his dick flopped around like crazy, bouncing and frolicking with a life all its own. It was slapstick comedy. Each time he got out of view, I couldn't wait for him to lap around again so I could see his huge swinging dick. I even clapped and cheered him on, and he kept doing it and doing it, hollering real loud, and then he finally collapsed in the living room, out of breath. I went over to him, and thanked him for the great show. As it turns out, this guy was like the energizer bunny, and after just a minute or so, he jumps right back up, and starts twisting and contorting his hips, almost like he had an imaginary hula-hoop around himself. Only instead of swinging a hula hoop, he was swinging his dick. The guy was really talented. I laughed and hooted and hollered with admiration as Daniel swung his huge appendage around like a helicopter propeller. I just stood there and looked openly at the remarkable display, saying "round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows!" I swear to God he must have swung his dick around like 20 or 30 times - non-stop! After a while I told him "Daniel, please, sweetie, I'm getting dizzy!" Through it all, from the time he came down, whizzing around the house like a wild banshee, to the time he did he did his swing-a-ling-ding-dong trick, he didn't say one word. And Daniel was usually VERY talkative. But he was silent at this time, just giggling and laughing to tell me how much he enjoyed showing off. It was like this unspoken language. He was basically saying, 'I love being naked in front of you.' Quite the exhibitionist. It was a long and tiring day, and I slept well that night. The next morning, I changed into a leotard and got ready to do my Jane Fonda workout. Daniel came down in his pajamas, and said I looked great in my leotard. I thanked him, and he asked me to marry him. What a cutup. I started doing knee lifts, showing off my big, sexy thighs (okay, I like to brag a bit), and the underside of those beauties were right in Daniel's face, as he was now sitting down on the couch. He told me I could be a Rockette, and again I gushed and thanked him. I thought of saying 'yeah, you could be a stunt double for a horse,' but I resisted the temptation. It was in good fun. I kept doing my leg lifts, bringing my knees all the way up to my chest in alternating fashion, working up a sweat, when all of a sudden Daniel feels it's time to announce "Uh-oh, Daniel's got a boner." I stopped right in the middle of my exercise. I told him that's not usually the kind of thing you announce out loud. He gave a sad frown, and then I looked down and saw his giant erection creating a circus tent in his pajama bottoms. He stood up, and that made it even worse. He stood next to me and his bulge actually tapped me on the leg. "Watch where you point that thing!," I scolded him. I seriously thought that he might stretch out his pajama bottoms - either that or simply rip a hole in them, so I told him if he wanted to, he could pull them down. Without hesitation, he yanked them down all in one motion, freeing his huge dork as the head of it bounced against his baggy pajama top. Again, he just gave that innocent laugh. It now became apparent to me that not only did my step brother have a horse's penis, but in fact he wanted the world to know he had a horse's penis. Or at least he wanted me to know. I was flabbergasted. You would think with how big his dick was that it wouldn't be able to stand up straight in the air. But it did. Even more so than any penis I had seen to that point in time. Daniel's dork stood up like a redwood, the head of it nearly coming up to where his nipples would be (I couldn't exactly see his nipples because he had a top on at the time). Sir Isaac Newton would have been perplexed by this. It was like gravity didn't apply to Daniel's whopper of a willy, as it stood up tall and proud, demanding attention and recognition. Ha! I asked him if it got like that a lot, and he said all the time. He said, in his own special way, that when it did he had to find the nearest bathroom and wait til it passed. The bulge in his pants would be outrageous otherwise. We talked to pass the time, but his "boner" did not relent. Damn these sexy legs!, I thought to myself. I didn't know what to do - I didn't exactly have a lot of experience with inconvenient boners - so I simply suggested he "work it off," that he could try and do my Jane Fonda workout with me until his "boner" went away. Jeez Louise. What a time. He asked me with a naughty grin if he could do the workout in the nude, and I told him "yeah, why not. Jane Fonda says all men should work out in the nude." "Really?" he asks. "Yeah," I fired back, "especially ones with big dorks." I cracked myself up. When he stood up, his dick did droop a bit in front of him, the weight of it causing it to bend a little from its perfect upward position of a minute ago. But it still pointed upward, at maybe a 45-degree angle from his stomach. "Natalie gonna do the workout naked too?" he asked innocently with a smile. "No, Natalie gonna keep her leotard on. Daniel's gonna work out naked though." I actually loved seeing him nude. I then went about my own workout, and Daniel simply just started jumping around, with no real rhythmic routine. Just jumping. I suddenly could make out a consistent smacking noise, and Jesus Christ, it was his boner bouncing against his stomach each time he jumped. Slap. Slap. Slap. I found his bouncing dick a distraction, so to make things simpler, and I'll admit - to indulge my own amusement, I suggested we both do jumping jacks. I had Daniel face me, so I could see his you know what, and I started us off slowly, counting each time we jumped: "and a one, and a two, and a three..." Random Letters Pt. 03 Daniel then picked up the pace before I expected, and before you knew it, we were doing some serious jumping jacks. I was really breaking a sweat. I could feel my huge boobs bouncing up and down, which I'm sure Daniel enjoyed. But at least my boobs had some support, contained by my sexy leotard. The same could not be said for Daniel's dick, which seemed to be doing a workout of its own. Sometimes I would refrain myself from staring, but this was not one of those times. My eyes kept following his huge bouncing schlong, which smacked heartily against his tummy each time our feet left the ground. Eventually, laughter overcame me, and I collapsed into the sofa. I think Daniel heard me say something like "oh my God, it's so huge," as I continued to crack up. I then started gulping down some water from my squirt bottle, and Daniel sat on the couch, just staring at his manhood, almost looking perplexed. He was staring at his boner. It was monstrous. He was kind of in awe of it himself. I thought to myself maybe he was thinking 'how in the world am I gonna get this back in my pants?' I plopped down next to him on the couch, and stared openly at his wang. There was nowhere else to look. I would occasionally mumble comments like "unbelievable," or "that's unreal," and then at times I just stared silently. He then started playing with it - not jerking off mind you, just playing around with it. "Daniel, what are you doing?" I scolded him, but in fact I was kind of curious to see. He would force his penis down between his legs, then watch with delight as it came flying back up and smacked against his belly. It was almost like he was playing with a toy. Like Daniel does with anything, he did it over and over and over again. The way it flung up with such force, it looked like a medieval times catapult for crying out loud. He seemingly challenged himself by trying to do it harder every time. My curiosity got the best of me. I asked Daniel if he had ever measured his wiener. He shrugged no. I went a step further. I then asked him very delicately, if he would mind if I measured it. He just smiled, and said that was okay. I felt kind of guilty, but hey, inquiring minds want to know! It took me forever, but I finally found an old measuring tape in the closet underneath the steps. I sat down on the couch, and had Daniel stand before me. He did so obediently, with his hands behind his back the whole time. His monster boner was literally right in my face, and I started reeling out the tape measure. There was a kink in it, which I had to struggle with to get out, but I kept reeling it out further until I was satisfied it would be long enough to measure what I was looking at. From the base, which was like a tree trunk for Christ's sake, all the way to the tip of the head, his penis measured - and I am not kidding about this - a little over 13 inches long. Somebody call Guinness Book of World Records! I then took the liberty of measuring several other features, including the thickness, which was an astounding eight and a half inches around. Yikes. Over the next few days, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind: Daniel has a 13-inch penis, Daniel has a 13-inch penis, Daniel has a 13-inch penis. To make it even more outlandish, I pretty much gave up on trying to get Daniel to wear clothes. In fact, I couldn't even remember what he looked like with clothes on. When he would walk about the house, his penis would dangle freely between his legs, hanging nearly halfway to his knees. I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life. Sometimes I would supress a chuckle at the sight, and other times I just couldn't help myself and would laugh right out loud and point at his endowment. And when I would laugh, Daniel would laugh along with me. He LOVED to be naked in front of me. And I would play along with him by making several comments about his dick, and how big it was and how much of a man he was having one that huge. He loved it. Daniel had a tough life. I figured let one ray of sunshine shine in on it by letting him show off what God gave him. I let Daniel know that it was perfectly okay with me if he wanted to go naked around the house. I never thought I would get used to my step brother roaming the house completely in the nude, but after a few days it did become quite normal. It had been a long week, and I was pooped. I demanded Daniel finally put clothes on for the day of my parents' return, and he, for once, kept his promise that he would not just rip them right off again. My mom got home first, as my step dad was out running some errands. We made small talk, and I told her everything was fine, and that Daniel had been a sweetheart the whole week. Daniel had this big smile on his face, and he said "I saw Natalie naked," in a sing-song way. I looked at my mom, she looked at me, and I gave her this look like, don't worry about it, he's just being silly. "You really shouldn't make up stories," my mom told him. Then, seemingly just to rub it in, my mom says jubilantly, while folding laundry, "but she saw you naked, didn't she? She saw Daniel naked a lot." We all had a good chuckle. From that time on, Daniel's huge secret became a source of fun for all three of us, and Daniel and I are still great friends to this day. He is completely independent. Yes, he overcame his fear of water. Sometimes, I think that whole water thing was something he made up just to show off to my mom and I. What a naughty boy. My mom and I also helped him achieve one of his dreams, which was to visit a clothing optional beach. And yes, he did the full monty. The double-takes that he got! My God. - Natalie Kevin didn't go to bed til 3 in the morning. He had such a fantastic night with Janet, and enjoyed such stimulating letters, he lie awake for hours. The next day, Janet was right back to her bitchy mood of a day before. But he had no problem with that. He simply obeyed, and did what she asked of him. They still had a couple more nights of being alone. TO BE CONTINUED Random Letters Pt. 04 Kevin continued to follow his step mom around like a puppy dog. He relished every chance he got to get naked for her, and loved when she would dress down a bit - sometimes in a pair of tight shorts, sometimes she would even walk briskly from the bathroom to her room in just a bra and panties. Ah, those were the best days. But poor Kevin just could not stay on her good side. He had a problem with getting his chores done. The next time his father went out of town for a few days, it was up to the son to take out the trash. It just wasn't getting done. Janet was not very pleased about this, and persisted that he do his duties. "God, you can kneel down and kiss my ass, but you can't take out the frickin' trash for me?" she would yell at him. He would quickly apologize, and do as told. Kevin loved how open Janet was about letting him read her dirty letters. She was very cool with him and told him that masturbation is a good thing, in moderation. He asked if it was okay that he root through her literature, and she said "be my guest. You know where everything is." Kevin grabbed one lengthy letter and retreated to his room. Ms. Clark, I guess we have met through mutual friends, and she mentioned to me that you would have great interest in hearing of a tale that look place in my life several years back. I think we both know the story I am referring to. Now keep in mind this was a different time. Things weren't as "politically correct" back then. A little bit looser. A little bit less constricted. Better in some ways, I believe. But anyway, it was the summer of '78 if I recall, and my mom and I headed to her sister's lovely lake house. It was a gorgeous property. My aunt had two daughters about my age, and an adopted son. My aunt had been divorced, but got full custody of the children. Over the years, Brian, her adopted son, and I, became good friends. You would think I would fit in more with her two daughters, but I guess being kind of a tomboy and all, I hit it off better with Brian. We would always play together when I was over, sometimes rough-housing and wrestling around and stuff, and this particular time was no different. I was 18 at the time, the summer after graduation, and Brian was a year older, I think 19. We were playing around in the family room, and I jumped on top of him and started tickling him. I was wearing a leotard at the time, and I'll admit I did look great in it, and still look great in a leotard I might add, and apparently this had quite an impact on young Brian. As I rolled over on him, I felt this huge bulge against my leg, and I looked down and realized - oh, God - he had an erection! I jumped right off of him, and kind of kept to myself what happened. I shrugged it off. I had a boyfriend at the time, and didn't at all mean to inspire such emotions in Brian. A few days went by. The first time we went swimming, we all went down to the lake, and I was wearing a sexy blue bikini, and I could see Brian checking out my legs the whole time. As soon as I looked over at him, he would look away and act nonchalant. I would giggle. We were all having a good old time in the water - me, Brian, my mom, Sherry and Laura, my cousins, and my aunt Glenda. Brian must have felt weird being the only guy, but he was cool about it. Me and Brian started having a splash fight at one point, and eventually I jumped on top of him and playfully dunked his head under the water. My mom told us to stop. After a little while, my mom and I put our blankets down on the shore of the lake and laid out in the sun. Brian and the girls kept playing around in the water. I remember it being a gorgeous day. My aunt then told Brian to go answer the phone - she could hear it ringing inside. When he got out of the water, my eyes got as big as saucers. He had a huuuuuge bulge going down the right leg of his bathing suit. That couldn't be his....? I looked over at my mom, and she suppressed a chuckle. I asked her if she saw what I saw, and before I could finish, she said "don't say a word!" We both kind of laughed. When Brian came back down to the lake, I very casually snuck a glance at his crotch, but the bathing suit was not as clingy now. So I couldn't really make out a distinguishable bulge like earlier. My aunt had the tendency to boss young Brian around - I guess he being the only male of the house, she figured he could handle more responsibility, and just a few minutes after he got back in the water, my aunt sent him out again, telling him to come help her get the barbecue started because we would be eating soon. He headed towards us on the shore, and again I waited to have a looksy. When he got up out of the water, it seemed he was more self conscious about his bulge this time, and quickly pulled his bathing suit away from his body as soon as he got up out of the water. But he could only do it so quickly, and I again saw what looked like a thick cylinder-shaped tube thingy running down his right thigh. That just could not be his... No way. I look over, and my mom was looking again too! Again, she smiled, and shook her head in disbelief. "Mom, what the...? What is that?" She just kept laughing. She was speechless, as was I. Was Brian playing a practical joke on us? Laura and Sherry hear my mom and I carrying on, and they ask what's up. I play it off. They are persistent. "What is soooo funny?" they ask. I can't say. I'd be too embarrassed. Plus it's kind of weird to mention something like that about my good buddy, Brian. The girls wouldn't leave it alone. It's like they could sense that my mom and I had made quite a discovery. My mom was a mess, laughing and carrying on, so I felt it would have to be me to say something. "Brian...uh," I stammered. "Has sort of a...uh...how do you say it? Big bulge down there," I say, nervous the whole time. Laura just stares at me blankly. I could have died. Then all of a sudden, she blurts out "oh, you mean his dick?" I was shocked. I couldn't answer. Before I could summon just a single word, Laura went on... "You mean my mom never told you about the size of Brian's dick?" she asked casually. I looked at my mom with this look like I just saw a ghost. She looked back at me the same way. Apparently, Laura and Sherry found it needless to use the proper term when addressing that special part of the male anatomy. And I began to realize that Brian's privates were not that private at all. "Oh God, it's all we ever talk about," Sherry gushed. "I can't believe our mom never mentioned it to either of you.." Again, it was a different time, different rules, different boundaries. They spoke of Brian having a large penis the way you might talk about somebody being really tall. They were so open about it that I couldn't believe my own ears. Plus, they used what my mom and I would consider a curse word, right in front of an adult. But I guess they didn't consider the aforementioned penis euphemism a curse word. Which I would come to realize repeatedly over the next few minutes. "His dick is enormous," Laura went on. "It's huuuuuge," Sherry added. God bless my mom - she didn't know what to say. You could tell she felt she should correct the two girls, and say they shouldn't be talking about stuff like that, and also not use such crude words, but it's almost like she didn't feel it would do any good. My aunt had obviously raised Laura and Sherry a different way. My mom felt it necessary to say something though. Her face was so red. You could tell she was excited and shocked and flustered all at the same time. "Y-you two girls have seen his you know what?" she asked with a laugh. "Oh God, tons of times," Laura answered. "Brian usually swims nude," my other cousin explained. "I guess because today, with company..." "He probably didn't want to scare them away!" Laura said with a loud laugh that echoed in the distance. My mom and I felt a little bit easier now, but it was still sooooo weird. You have to remember, male nudity was even more taboo back then - the sight of the male penis almost didn't exist at all in movies. The way my cousins talked, they saw a penis almost every day. And from what I could make out, it was a whopper. "I just...I feel weird even mentioning anything, it's just, his bathing suit was...sort of revealing," my mom bashfully got out. "Oh please," Laura said, waving her hand. "This one time when he came out of the water, his bathing suit was riding up so high that his dick was hanging out the bottom of his trunks." Now I laughed, really loudly. And my mom joined in too. It was like all the tension finally broke, and my mom and I just gave in to belly-aching laughter. My mom slipped in the water, and went under the surface for a second, choking on some water when she came back up. She was still laughing. "You okay, Aunt Maria?" one of my cousins asked. "Oh yeah, fine." We stayed in the water until dinner was ready, and shortly after eating, we all retreated inside. Now this is where it gets hazy. I remember going to the bathroom, and when I came back, they were all talking about Brian's penis. I don't know how it got started, or who initiated it, but they were knee-deep in penis talk. I thought it was a weird dream at first. I remember thinking at this point that I kind of wanted to see it for myself. The girls were so animated about it. You could tell Brian was really embarrassed with me being there. I knew he had a crush on me, and there we all are, five of us women, talking about his penis. I had this great shit-eating grin on my face, teasing Brian. I looked over at him, and his face was soooo red. I remember hearing my aunt constantly use the term "macro phallus," and when I asked her what she was talking about, she said "a prodigious penis," and for further clarity, she said "a large member." I chuckled. Apparently, "macro phallus" was the proper term for Brian's particular sort of endowment. I liked Laura's terminology better. "He's gotta big dick," she just blurts right out. "Laura!" my aunt scolded her. "Well, he does," she laughed. Even my mom laughed along with my cousin. "He simply has a much larger dick - Jesus, now you got me sayin' it," my aunt said to Laura, "Brian has a much larger penis than most boys. There's all types of slang for it - hung like a horse, uh, well-hung, third leg...uh, tripod," she went on, with me laughing whole-heartedly at each of her funny euphemisms, "but the proper terminology is macro phallus." Hmmm. You learn something new every day. And there is poor Brian, just standing there in his bathing suit. With a room full of women talking about his super huge wiener. And this is where the experience crossed over into the surreal. My aunt looks over at her adopted son, and very calmly, very gently, says, "Brian, sweetie, why don't you pull your bathing suit down and show Michelle and your Aunt Maria what we're talking about." I looked over at my mom and her mouth dropped wide open. I couldn't believe it. My mom, nor I, did anything to stop what was about to unfold - no pun, intended. Very obediently, young Brian yanked his swim trunks down to his knees, and out flopped his enormous penis. Still to this day, I have never seen one as big as his. He didn't even have an erection, and it was so long that it hung nearly halfway down to his knees. And it was thick, too, my God! Like, we're talking as big around as my frickin' forearm. He just stood there, arms at his side, letting us women stare openly at his wang. It was sooooo big! I felt kind of bad, because I know it must have been kind of uncomfortable for him and all, seeing as me and him were always friends, and like I said it kind of dawned on me earlier in the week that he developed a crush on me. So I could kind of sense his embarrassment in having to be naked in front of me like this. I had recently developed into a young woman, and wouldn't want to be naked in front of him. But there he was, naked as could be right before me. How delightfully unfair! God help me, feeling guilty or not, I just stared at his jumbo-sized dork. I didn't even know they came in that size! I tried to keep a calm, mature demeanor throughout the whole episode, but the same could not be said for my cousins. They started making neying sounds like a horse would make, and smacking their thighs to imitate a stampede of Clydesdales. As much as I tried not to laugh along with them, I couldn't help myself. Even my shy mom of all people, piped in with "why a horse of course," quoting a line from the Mr. Ed theme song. Before we knew it, we all started singing the whole Mr. Ed theme. Good Heavens. Poor Brian. He just stood there and took it. He's completely naked, in a room full of five clothed women. And I should mention this. Even though Laura and Sherry had seen their adopted brother naked several times, he had never seen either of them naked. Laura and Sherry made that point clear to me. It was something they relished, and really rubbed it in his face, if I might add. My aunt was obviously a proponent for casual male nudity - she had often mentioned to me that when she was in high school, all of the boys swam naked. And I guess that's where it all started with Brian - when they would all go down to the lake, my aunt would stress to him that boys didn't need to wear bathing suits. So there. And besides, her house, her rules. Brian looked at me with these puppy dog eyes, and I couldn't help but tease him with this big, satisfied grin. Like "I can see you, but you can't see me." I would look him in the eye long enough to enjoy his embarrassment, and then go right back to staring at his monster wiener. Over my years as an adult, I have enjoyed several bachelorette parties with naked male strippers, and also get-togethers where there are naked male servants, get-togethers that have come to be known as "CFNM" parties, which is what the kids call them I guess. Well, this episode with Brian is where my passion for Clothed-Female-Nude-Male scenarios was born. And I was quite content just gazing at Brian's full-frontal nudity, but my cousins grew restless. "Brian, show them how your dick swings back and forth - go like this with your hips, like wiggle them and stuff," Laura said, standing along side him in her bathing suit and shaking her cute, 18-year-old butt practically right in his face. "Go on, Brian, show them," my aunt told him. He listened to her command, and started twisting his hips, dancing to an imaginary beat. His huge penis wagged from side to side, smacking ludely against his thighs with a resounding smack, smack, smack. My mom and I almost lost it. "I kind of like it better when it's like this," Sherry said, as Brian continued to do a naked version of The Twist. "It's so big and floppy," she went on, talking openly about his dick. "I like it when he gets a boner, but I think it's more animated when it's soft and floppy." We all praised her for her in-depth critique of his penis. My eyes followed his swinging tool, and I got up and started dancing with Brian, singing "come on, baby, let's do the twist." My eyes almost never left his penis. It was starting to get bigger, because when he swung it from side to side, the head of his dick was nearly smacking him in the rear end. No joke! When I got tired, I sat back down on the sofa and tried to indulge myself in learning about another part of the male package. "Aunt Glenda," I said. "Yes darling," she answered. "Can you have him...lift up his dick so we could see his balls?" I asked. I used the word "dick" in front of my aunt and my mom. And got away with it. I loved it! I asked her to ask him - that way I could see her bossing him around again, and I simply loved that. Brian did as told, and stood there holding his dork so we could all get a good look at his huge hanging nuts. They were big. I almost gasped. Each of them looked like the size of a walnut. "Can I...hold his balls?" I asked my aunt. She nodded emphatically. I reached right out and took his nuts in my hand, holding them gently, but every now and then, I would grab them a little hard, just for him to know "I've got you by the balls, mister." I rolled his balls around in my hand. It was so much fun. "Oh my God, his balls are so huge," I would openly comment. I then started studying each one, and when my aunt asked me what I was looking at, I told her I just wondered if one nut was bigger than the other. I then let his balls hang down between his legs, and saw that the right hung a little lower than the other. I even brought up a chair so I could relax while checking out his equipment. I crossed my tan legs, right in front of him, my right leg over my left, and I know that Brian was standing there drooling at the sight of my big, tan thighs. I even laughed to myself thinking that he was probably imagining me in the nude. Ha! Boys. My aunt and mom started teasing me about spending so much time checking out his nuts. I felt like I was getting a hands-on tour of the male anatomy. I said something like "I am just captivated by his balls. I can't help myself." This made them even more amused. "His dick is in a league of its own, but I can't get over his balls," I went on. By this point, I tried to use the word "dick" as much as I could, trying to work it in any which way. How many other times in my life would I get to use such a crude word so casually without any repercussions? I was still playing with his balls when my mom asks "just how long is his dick? Have you ever measured it?" Even my mom was using the "d" word. Yes! This was so fucking awesome. My aunt looked over at Brian. I stopped fiddling with his nuts to hear him answer. I was kind of curious myself. "Brian? Aunt Maria asked you a question," she told him. He looked over at my mom. "How long is your dick, sweetie? Have you ever measured it?" she asked. I was loving this. It was quickly becoming a contest to see who could say the word "dick" more times. Brian was almost kind of embarrassed in telling my mom the answer. He must have felt like a freak. But I thought what he had was amazing. He mumbled something, and then my mom didn't hear him. So my aunt jumped in. "It's over 12 inches long," my aunt said. "I saw him using my ruler to measure it in the bathroom, so I had him show me and the girls as well." I was astonished. I kind of knew it must be in that neighborhood of 12 inches - even soft and floppy it was bigger than most dicks already. But 12 inches?!? "His dick is a foot long?" I asked, unable to believe my own ears. My aunt persisted she was telling the truth. "He's got a 12-incher. He does," Laura said. Brian just stood there, still holding his dork and looking rather silly. My mom surprised me even further by saying "12 inches. That is something you would have to see to believe." That's all she had to say. My aunt looks over at Brian and says "Brian, do you think you could have your penis gain full erection for us?" She was so technical all of a sudden. Brian simply nodded, and began stroking his big wiener right in front of us. "Do you use two hands when you masturbate?" my mom asked. "Mom!" I couldn't believe her. The sight of this monster penis was making her so loose and candid. It was great! Random Letters Pt. 04 "It just looks like it's such a long way for one hand to travel," she said with a laugh, as Brian stroked his arm-length hardon to its full potential. His cock was simply enormous. It stuck way out from his body, the head of it bouncing up and down a bit like a diving board. It was soooo hard! I mean, I knew Brian liked me, but jeez louise. I teased him and said he must like being naked in front of us. Laura started resting her feet on his giant woody, letting her cute little tootsies push it all the way down until it ran parallel to his legs, and then she would take her feet away, watching his boner bounce wildly up and down. She did it so casually, and without any objection from my aunt. I started to sense that Brian wasn't exactly so embarrassed any more. From the looks of his cock, I could tell he was starting to really enjoy showing off what he had between his legs. My aunt told him to be a nice young man and go get us a round of iced teas. He did as told, and walked to the kitchen, with all of our eyes on his huge bouncing boner. My mom also asked that Brian bring in her purse from the kitchen, so that she could show my mom some recent photos. Now to that point, us girls had had most of the fun with Brian, but this time he had a little fun with us, as he did in fact bring in a round of iced teas for us, carrying the glasses on a serving plate, and he also found a way to carry Aunt Glenda's purse as well. Only he didn't carry the purse in his hands. He carried it with his dick. Yep. Brian blew us away by demonstrating some perfect balance, gracefully carrying the tray of iced teas, and there was Aunt Glenda's purse, hanging from his 12-inch dick. "Helps to have three arms!" my aunt said, and we all whooped and hollered. I simply was in Heaven. Brian would eventually get dressed, but the fun was just starting. The next day, we all went down to the lake again, and my dear aunt persisted that Brian swim in the nude. "That's the way boys should swim," she said with a hearty chuckle. I wore a white bikini this time, and Brian went about getting disrobed. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but he soon wouldn't be wearing anything. I still remember the sight of his prick just bursting from his underpants when he pulled them down, almost like it was angry for being confined in the first place. Ha! I tried to act ever so casual about his nudity, and he in turn tried to not stare at my enormous tits, which were barely constrained by a bathing suit that was getting a little too small for my proportions. I also remember my bush was kind of easy to make out in that suit. This was the '70's, long before I would do a lot of trimming down there. And add to that my Italian heritage, and well, I did have a pretty good-sized lady garden, if you will. He-he. Laura and Sherry were a little bit more dominant over Brian, and they constantly sent him out of the lake to get things, just so they could see him fully nude. And I wasn't so innocent myself, as my eyes darted back and forth, following his bouncing dong every step of the way as he came in and out of the water. Things kind of escalated when we were done swimming. My mom and Aunt Glenda had gone inside, and the girls and I, and Brian, were standing around on the shore, just drying off. Brian stood there completely naked still. Laura and Sherry began whispering in each other's ears, and I begged them to tell me what was up. They then asked Brian to masturbate for us. I was shocked, and almost took it like they were joking around. Brian declined at first, and the girls persisted "come on, we've seen you do it before," and "yeah, you do it so much you'll probably go blind." But Brian argued that he wasn't going to do it outside in the open like this, and again the girls tried to convince him otherwise. "Come on, there's nobody around," they said. "What are you chicken?" the other one teased him. Before I knew it, Brian had his hand on his dork, and began tugging that mighty beast out of its slumber. It went from a hanging flaccid tube steak to a boner the size of a fence post, with us girls casually watching and staring in awe. Once he got his penis to a full erection, the girls demand that he stop and let us admire his hard-on. It stuck so far out from his body! I swear if there were birds flying around, they could have used it as a perch. I asked playfully if I could pet it, and he obliged, and I gently stroked the upper shaft of his dick, admiring its thickness and sturdiness. I remember thinking, how would this fit inside a woman?! Yikes. Laura wasn't as gentle as I was, and, without permission, slapped his huge dick, causing it to bob up and down in an uncontrolled, comical fashion. She did it so hard it smacked his belly on the way back up. Brian winced a bit, and she quickly apologized, but said she had to do it. We all couldn't help but laugh. Since we were all being very hands-on with his equipment, I asked Brian if I could fondle his nuts again like I did the day before. He nodded, and asked I be gentle. I took his balls in my hand, rolling them around - since that day, I just love to play with mens balls. Just something about how they dangle down there, it's just so cute. His nuts were definitely in proportion to his cock. They almost felt like big walnuts, and I just kept rolling them around with my fingers, and then I would hold them both together in one hand and gently tug on them a bit. Brian said he was going to have to come soon. He moaned pretty loudly as I played with his balls. So I let him get back to playing with himself, and he even put on a show for us by using both hands to stroke his giant woody. I already could see him sneak glances at my boobs, but that's when I think he noticed my bush. With my bathing suit soaking wet, it wasn't hard to make out. And Brian couldn't help but stare. So I let him. It was the least I could do. The head of his dick got sooooo big! It was like a baby's fist, I kid you not. Brian's last words before he shot off, I'll never forget. "Stand back!" I still crack up when I think of that. Laura and Sherry then stood at his sides, along with me, and we watched as Brian worked a huge load of come out of his big prick. When he first erupted, it was this long unbroken stream of semen. And he wasn't done. I counted three, maybe four, bursts of come out of his cock. And these weren't just little blips - these were ropes. I was flabbergasted. He said he hadn't jerked off in a week or so, and that the three of us got him so worked up the last two days. I had never seen a guy jerk off before, and lemme tell you, Brian kind of spoiled me. Not just because of the size of his cock, but the amount of come he shot - no guy has even come close to what I saw on the shore of the lake that day. Wow. So that was a spectacle. Things got even more risqué when we headed up to the house, and we saw my Aunt Glenda and my mom peering out the window. Did they just watch the whole thing? To this day, my mom never mentions it. Brian and I stayed really good friends over the years - we went to each other's weddings, and whenever we get the chance, we try to hang out. Brian eventually went into the restaurant business, but he did in fact make good use of his uh, gift. Back in the early 80's, he went to work for this woman in California who had an enormous mansion inhabited by men who had the same distinguishable feature as Brian. They all had big...well, you get the picture. With a husband and two kids now, I don't have as wild a time as I used to, but Brian indulges me by sometimes sneaking over when the kids are gone and my husband is away, and I make him get totally naked. And yes, I have seen him play with that monster of his a few more times over the years. To this day he still begs to see me naked but of course I decline. I have gotten down to a bra and panties for him sometimes, but that's as far as I go. Hey, I'm married! But he has no problem stripping for me. Let me know if you ever want to meet him, I'm sure I could arrange it. Best wishes, Michelle It was another blissful moment for Kevin. After climaxing moments after he finished the letter, he heard his step sister and step mom carrying on about something downstairs. They were talking loudly and with a lot of enthusiasm, and Kevin wondered what it could be. He roared down the steps, and into the kitchen to find the two women chatting it up. Supposedly Janet's niece - Kim's cousin, was having a 21st birthday party, and the two couldn't wait to go. "Am I invited?" Kevin asked. Kim and Janet looked at each other. They didn't know what to say. "Sweetie," Janet began. "This is sort of a...girls only party. You probably wouldn't enjoy it." Kevin had always loved going over to that house. Kim's cousins were rich, and there was so much to do. Kevin persisted he be invited. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. "Well," Janet said. "Lemme see. Lemme ask Sally what she thinks." "Mom!?" Kim argued. "Kimberly," Janet began. "I said lemme see. I'm sure Kevin would fit right in." Then silence. Kevin's eyes followed his step mom's. She gave Kim this look, and then Janet's last statement finally sank in with Kim. She covered her mouth, and burst out laughing. Janet smiled. "What is so funny?" Kevin asked. "Oh nothing sweetie," Janet said. "Dinner will be ready soon. I'll call you." Kevin went back up to his room, and about an hour later, Janet lightly tapped on his door. He let her in, and she took a seat on his bed next to him. He looked down at her legs like he always does, enjoying the sight of her black stockings hugging those spectacular thighs. Her skirt was really short. Janet began talking. "I'm afraid I've gotten you into some sort of a pickle - no pun intended," she said with a laugh. Kevin asked what she meant. "Well, sweetie," she explained, "this party for Sally's daughter...it's a 21st birthday party." 'Well, duh?' Kevin thought to himself. Of course I know that. He didn't get what Janet was trying to spell out for him. "Sally hired a bunch of male strippers for the occasion," Janet said. Kevin gulped. "And as a joke, and I'm sure for her own enjoyment, all of the strippers she hired are really big," she said. "Oh, like muscular?" Kevin asked. Janet was more clear. "I'm talking about their dicks, sweetie," she said. Kevin's own massive penis jumped up in his pants. "Oh," he said. "Sorry to be so blunt," she said with a laugh. "I've seen the website that has pictures of these guys, and lemme tell you, they're big." "Holy shit," Kevin said. Janet let his bad language slide. "I just can't wait to see the look on April's face when those guys show up," Janet laughed. "That should be priceless." "Do they get...fully naked?" Kevin asked. "Oh of course," Janet fired back. "They'll be swinging those things around right in front of us all night. And I'm sure we'll get to have a feel for ourselves." Kevin gulped again. He wanted to throw up he was so nervous, yet he was so aroused at the same time. And Kim? She was only 18! And Janet was letting her take part in the festivities. Well, she's gotta grow up sometime, Kevin thought to himself. "Wow, a bunch of naked male strippers running around," Kevin said. "Yup," Janet answered. "And sweetie, that's where you come in." The boy didn't know where she was going with this. He was anxious to hear, but nervous. "I spoke to Sally about you wanting to come, and obviously you probably wouldn't be very comfortable in that kind of setting," she said. "Unless..." "Unless what?" Kevin asked. "Well, remember when you privately told me your interest in one day being a male stripper?" Janet began. Oh no. Kevin nodded. "Well, this could be like a tryout for you, or practice if you will," she said. "You'll be amongst friends, and you could just get used to being naked in a room full of horny women." It sounded so delightful to Kevin - it was his fantasy since he was a kid. But it was also intimidating. "H-how many women?" he asked. "Oh, oh God, like 25, maybe 30," Janet said. "The party isn't at the house sweetie, it's at a hall that they rented out for the night." So many things were running through Kevin's head. Could he do it? He almost had to try. What if he choked? What if he ran out of the party too scared and shy? But what if it was bliss? "Do I have to dance and stuff?" Kevin asked. "Oh, just a little sweetie, nothing spectacular. Just walk around and let the women rub your nice muscles," she said, rubbing his arm, " and let them feel your butt (laugh). And I'm sure they'll just drool when they see your huge prick. You'll be fine." She was starting to convince him. "Look at this way - Kim and I have seen you. Just think of it as a few more women seeing you in that way," she said. Yeah, like 30 more, but Janet had a point. "Oh, so I guess when you said to Kim that I would fit right in, you meant my size?" he asked with a smile. "Of course," Janet laughed. "I think you could hang with these guys...So what do ya' say?" He was still nervous, but Kevin agreed to do it. And the countdown began. TO BE CONTINUED... Random Letters Janet then asked her daughter to elaborate, to go through a typical situation that would occur between the two teens. "He'll come home from basketball practice or something and come into my room," Kim went on. "Then he will start a conversation, and purposely lead me to the bathroom. I'll be standing at the doorway to the bathroom, and he'll be at the entrance to the shower - you know, getting ready to get in - and he'll just start getting undressed while we're still talking. Of course my eyes will wander down to his crotch - " "Do you stare?" interrupted the mom, knowing she would find it hard not to stare the first time she sees it. "Well...yeah. The second he sees I'm doing so, he'll face me directly to give me a better view, and that's when he starts showing off," Kim said. "Showing off?" Janet asked. "Showing off. He can get boners - you know, erections - really fast," Kim explained. "His thing will just be hanging there limp one second, and then it just starts snaking out and getting longer and longer until it's over a foot long." "And what do you do at that point?" asked her ever-more-concerned mother. "Well...at that point he wants to - I guess I should say ejaculate. God, I can't believe I'm telling you all this - " "Go ahead hon, don't worry," replied her mom. "Well, he wants to shoot off, so he needs something to get him over the edge. He'll usually have me stick my foot in his mouth because he likes women's feet, and then I let him kiss my butt. Like if I'm wearing a bathing suit, I'll pull it up to show more...cheek." "I see," said her mom. "Show me." "Now?" asked Kim. "Yes, now," said Janet, wanting to get an idea of the scene since she planned to do the same with Kevin. Kim stood up and turned her cute butt to her mom. She then put both thumbs underneath the bottom part of her bathing suit and pulled it up, exposing even more of a perfectly-tanned ass with no panty lines, since Kim would once in a while wear a thong out at the pool. Her ass was nice and plump - not fat, of course - just plump, so sexy it was something Kevin could sink his teeth into. "See? He'll usually kiss me right here, and right here," Kim said, pointing to each sexy cheek. "Then, well...he'll look at my bush." "You mean you strip for him too?" asked Janet. "Oh no - remember this is CFNM me and Kevin do," Kim replied. "Yes I know, I saw it in the letter - very interesting," Janet said. "I'll put on a white pair of panties so he can see it, but you know, kind of not see it," Kim said with a giggle. "I can see him but he can't see me. He gets off on it, and I just love teasing him." The two then discussed - of all things - how much pubic hair they had down there, finding out that a thick, hairy bush was something else they shared from inheritance. Kim told her mom she was thinking of trimming hers, since when she wore bathing suits it was quite visible. Her mother advised her otherwise, saying it's okay to tease boys with such a sight. "What happens next, after you put those panties on for him?" asked the mom. "Well, he'll just start whacking away," Kim said with a laugh. "He can really stroke that monster. He moans the whole time, and I'll just go up to him and rub his back for comfort. Also, to get out of the line of fire." "Line of fire?" asked Janet. "Yeah - his cock shoots like a cannon," Kim replied. "I measured once that he shot a load seven feet across the room - a thick heavy glob." Janet could not believe a cock could have such power, since Kurt was a bit of a pop gun. "Are all of these things okay to do?" asked Kim. "Of course," Janet answered. "I just don't want you two to be having sex - you're too young. Believe me, I had you when I was 17 and it was so tough for us." "I know, mom, I understand," the 18-year-old said, getting up to leave her bedroom. "Wait just one sec," Janet said. "Did Kevin send you pictures of himself?" "Um...well," Kim said, stalling. "Come on honey, be honest," her mom prodded. "Yes, he did," Kim said. "Well, get them. I want to see them," Janet replied. "But mom," Kim said. "Don't but mom me," she persisted. "I want to see them. It will give me a better idea of why you are so intrigued by his privates." It was the mother who was intrigued even more. Kim walked over to her dresser, opened the top drawer and dug her hands underneath a neatly-layed pile of panties. From out of the drawer she brought a six-inch stack of photos, piled so high but yet not half as long as Kevin's remarkable penis. "I have to warn you," the daughter said. "They are kind of explicit." "That's okay," Janet replied. "There sure are a lot of them." "He's really proud of his cock," Kim said, using another term for the male penis while handing over the stack of pics. "He's got a whopper." Janet took a deep breath, bracing herself. She looked down at the first photo and was surprised, and disappointed. Kevin was clothed, wearing a pair of tight jeans. "I don't get it," she said. "He's got pants on." "Look closer," the daughter said with a giggle. That Janet did, and what she noticed made her gasp. Kevin was indeed wearing pants, but this sight was even more obscene than had he been naked. Snaking down the right leg of his pants was his penis, under cover yet appearing as though a pithon had gotten into his trousers and headed for his feet. "I told you he had a huge schlong," Kim said in a told-you-so sort of way emblematic of a teenager. Janet flipped to the next picture before even responding to her daughter, and this photo was a comical one. It showed the head of Kevin's soft penis dangling out the bottom of a tight pair of basketball shorts. "My God," Janet said, still amazed. "I can see why he never wears pants. How does he fit it inside them?" "Beats me," Kim said. "He likes me to watch him get erections too. He'll just sit next to me on the couch while we're watching television or whatever, and he'll be staring at my legs until his dick makes a huge-ass tent in his shorts." "My God," her mom replied. "Then he stands up, plays dumb like oh, man, what is this," Kim went on. "And he pulls his shorts down real fast to make his big dick flop out and slap against his belly...Is Kurt big too?" "No, no way," her mother replied. "He's hung like a mosquito compared to Kevin. Guess big ones don't run in the family." One thing that ran in Janet's family was the female's ability to seduce, and tease. "Keep flipping," Kim urged. "They get better...and bigger." Another gasp was heard from Janet's mouth as she flipped to the third photo, as there was her step son sitting in between a pair of beautiful brunettes in tight tops, black skirts and white stockings - they were nicely dressed. Kevin wasn't dressed at all. The camera focused in perfectly, Janet could see smiles of delight on the faces of the two beauties, their eyes focused in on the 13-inch erection standing up from Kevin's crotch. The next photo showed the two women tugging at Kevin's penis, the next photo showed each of them stroking it with both of their hands. The sight was meant to prove that there was room for four hands on Kevin's massive tool. "It's so...monstrous," Janet said. "I told you they were explicit," Kim said with a giggle. "It's not just that. It's also that these women look like they're my age, stroking some 18-year-old kid," the mother said. "Exactly your age as a matter of fact," Kim said. "They're both 35 - Kevin told me. They are the ones that had the pictures taken of Kevin's huge dick. He is going to be in some sleezy magazine next month." "Oh is he now," Janet said in a naughty fashion - she realized she now had a reason for confronting her sexy step son about his penis size. "We'll just see about that. That naughty boy will have to learn a lesson. What is the name of the magazine anyway?" "Oh, it's called something like donkey dongs - something like that," Kim said. "It's got all these pictures of guys with massive cocks." Just then Kurt walked in on the two sexy females, and Janet was quick enough to cover up the photos. "What's up?" he asked. "Oh, nothing, just girl talk," Janet said. It was a talk between mother and step son that would take place next. Ch. 03 Janet's fingers were warm and sticky, having just probed her beautiful pussy for another gushing orgasm. "God, I have to stop doing this," she said to herself laughingly. Janet fingered herself a lot these days, the thoughts of Kevin's horse-like penis dominating her thoughts. She had not gone to work in two days, her mind unable to focus. She cupped her large breasts with her hands, standing in front of the mirror, wondering how good it would feel to have Kevin's tongue licking them, sucking on them, devouring them while she stroked him off. "What am I thinking?" she asked aloud. "He is my step-son for Christ's sake." Janet felt so guilty she went right back to fingering herself, giving herself yet another orgasm within 20 minutes of the first one. Her pussy was getting awfully hairy, growing sort of an untamed bush, but she was proud of it. She day-dreamed of showing it to Kevin, and then sitting on his face until he sucked her pussy for hours. There may have been a third orgasm for Janet had it not been for her plans - she was going into see a sex therapist, one which she spoke to briefly on the phone the day before. Janet, almost in a way of seeking approval of her actions, wanted to see what another mature, educated woman would think of Janet's desires to have sex with her step-son. She hoped she would get the answer she was looking for. ------------ "Come in," said the voice from the other side of the door. Janet walked into Ms. Clark's office rather shyly. She had never done anything like this before. Ms. Clark was just as eye-catching as Janet was, her legs shown off well in a pair of white stockings and her hair looking as it had been done up just minutes earlier. "Now, what can I do for you?" asked the woman in a warm, friendly tone. "Well, Ms. Clark...first of all, thanks for seeing me on such short notice," said Janet nervously. "It's about my step-son." "Ah, I see, and he is starting to have sex with girls, is that it?" asked the therapist. "Um, no," Janet responded. "Oh...girl trouble, is that it?" asked the therapist. She was getting colder and colder. "No, no, nothing like that," Janet said, wishing the therapist would say it so she wouldn't have to. "Um...let me see. I know - he still wets his bed every now and then," the therapist said. She was right, sort of. "Well, actually, wet dreams have been part of what is going on with him," Janet explained. "Quite, quite normal for him," said the therapist. "Boys go through that sort of thing for a while. Nothing to worry about." Janet felt even more uneasy now, knowing she was going to have to explain in detail what has been going on with Kevin. "Well, it's just...there's something else," Janet said. "Go on, honey, tell me," prodded the therapist. "He has a huge penis," Janet said, seeing the soft blue eyes of the counselor widen greatly. "Really...I see," she said, sitting back in her chair, knowing this would be a different kind of case to talk about. "Frankly Ms. Clark -" "Call me Peggy, please," she interrupted. "Frankly Peggy, I've never seen anything like it. It hangs almost halfway to his knees," Janet said. "My, my," said the counselor. "So he's horse-hung?" "Excuse me?" asked Janet, caught off guard. "You know, horse-hung, born with a third leg, has a kickstand...um, you know, big-dicked," she explained. Janet had no idea there were so many expressions for that boy of hers. "Yes, yes, he is definitely hung like a horse," the caring mother said. "And I'm worried about him." Janet was already lying - it was the sex she hoped to have with Kevin, and not Kevin himself, that she was concerned about. "So tell me how you stumbled upon his size. Did he confront you, or did you confront him?" asked the woman on the other side of the desk. "Actually, I found letters written from my daughter, Kim, to Kevin, about his penis..." "Well, Kevin has been showing his penis to Kim on many occasions, and has actually, well, masturbated in front of her." "Boys will be boys," said the counselor, acting as though she had heard this kind of thing many times before. "And he is always trying to be naked in front of her as much as he can - he comes out of the shower without a towel, he pulls his pants down in front of her, he even measures his penis in front of her," went on the concerned mom. "How large is your son's penis?, if you don't mind me asking," said the counselor. "You probably won't believe this, but his penis is over 13 inches long, and seven or eight just when it's hanging in his pants, and I do mean hanging," said Janet. "So you have seen your son's penis?" asked Ms. Clark. "Oh, not in person, but in pictures," she responded. "Pictures?" asked the counselor. "Yes, pictures. He started posing for this sleezy magazine, in which all of the man have huge endowments, and that is one of the things I am worried about," Janet said. "Ground him," said the counselor. "You don't want him to be hurting his reputation at school if someone were to find out about that magazine. You have to confront him about it. You must let him know that it is his future you are most worried about, and that those sleezy magazines are no good. And about Kim, I think it would be best if the two were to stop fooling around - a step-brother and step-sister relationship would be far too awkward for the family to deal with. Tell him to keep that monster in his pants from now on." The conversation seemingly was over, but Janet sat still, and began to squirm in the large office chair uneasily. "Is there something else you wanted to talk about?" asked Ms. Clark. "I...I...," stumbled the mom. "I am becoming attracted to Kevin, Ms. Clark, and I have to tell you it is only because of the size of his…," Ms. Clark knew she had a much more complex problem to deal with at this time. "I see," said the counselor. "God, you wouldn't believe how much I think about it, imagine stroking it, sucking it, playing with it," she went on. "I want...I want him to stick it in my pussy." Janet couldn't believe her own ears. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry out of guilt. "There, there, honey," said Ms. Clark, walking over to her client and rubbing her shoulder. "There is nothing to be ashamed of...I take it the lovemaking with Kevin's father hasn't been too good lately?" "Uh uh," said Janet, shaking her head no. "And I bet when you saw the pictures of Kevin's huge cock, every one of your sleeping sexual desires were awakened?" asked Ms. Clark. "Yep," said Janet. "Tell you what, I am going to give you letters from other clients of mine and I am going to have you take them home and read them," said the counselor. "You can decide for yourself what the best thing to do is. Then you can come in and we'll talk more about this, okay?" "Okay," Janet said, wiping away tears. --------------- There were more random letters for Janet to read, letters that she had no idea at the time were all about women's experiences with large penises. THE FIRST LETTER SHE READ Ms. Clark, I did it again. I just couldn't help it. My step-son was out swimming in the pool with his girlfriend, wearing a tight bathing suit to show off his package. I couldn't help it Ms. Clark - I told Ryan I needed him in the kitchen for something, and as soon as we got behind closed doors, I yanked down his trunks and started sucking his penis. "You can't keep doing this, Mom," he said. "I have company right now." I got up and slapped him hard across the face, which I felt bad about, but in a way I think he liked it. As you know he has always been attracted to me and that is why I tease him by wearing sexy outfits. After I smacked him, I think his pecker grew even faster, and to make him shoot an even bigger load I started making loud slurping sounds and going up and down furiously on his big cock. When he came, I swallowed the first load and then let the rest dribble out onto my chin. I told him to get the hell out of my sight, that I was done with him now. I am such a bitch to him, but it is just so much fun. Like I said, I did it again. I can't help it. - Becky THE SECOND LETTER SHE READ Ms. Clark, This is Rebecca, the woman you spoke with last month about my daughter having premarital sex? Well, this problem actually deals with me. My husband dragged me to a football game last weekend, and at halftime the lines to each bathroom were ridiculous. I had to go really bad, and I saw that a few women were going into the men's room, where the traffic wasn't as bad. I figured you seen one, you seen 'em all right? I walked in and was in a long line to get to one of the stalls, when I noticed some of the men were peeing in the sinks. "How gross," I thought to myself. A black gentleman started up a conversation with me about the game, and added that I looked so cute in my jersey. Out of nowhere, he zips down his fly and pulls out the biggest schlong I have ever seen. I gasped out loud, and I know he heard me because he turns so his big dick is in full view. He drapes it over the edge of the sink and starts peeing, letting loose like a garden hose. He knows I was staring at his cock because he looked up at me, and I smiled and looked back down at his crotch. "Like what you see?" he asks. "It's big...I'll say that much," I said. Not even trying to take my eyes away, I keep staring at his huge cock as the pee just keeps flowing out. The guy must have had quite a few beers, and so did I, which is why I was a bit more brazen than usual. "Just how big is that thing?" I asked, looking around the room to make sure no other men would see me checking out this guy's equipment. Ladies do have to be polite, you know. "Eight and a half inches," he said. "Wow, my husband's is only about five or six," I said, wanting him to know I was married but also complimenting on his huge dong. "Oh I don't mean eight and a half inches hard, I mean eight and a half inches soft," he said. "Y-you mean it gets bigger?" I asked. This I couldn't believe, but the guy starts stroking his dong right there in the men's room, making it elongate to well over a foot long. "Jesus Christ," I said with a girlish giggle, covering my eyes at first and then staring once again. "I guess black men do have big dicks," I said. "Big? Shit, my white princess you are looking at a 14-inch cock - that shit is gigantic," he said. I jokingly shook his dick instead of his hand, said "nice to meet you," and finally left the restroom, without even peeing. I had to get out of there or else I think I might have done something I would have regretted. But the dangerous gal in me took over later, when I found that black gentleman and got his phone number. Janet had read enough. Kevin would soon be hers. Ch. 04 The day began as any other, with Janet feeling the temptation of reading more of the letters her sexual therapist had given her. Wearing just panties and a bra, Janet walked across to her bedroom door and made sure it was locked. Kurt had already left for the day, playing golf to give himself pleasure, and Janet figured she would spend her morning giving herself pleasure as well, but not by playing golf. Random Letters 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. Random Letters I hope I was able to recreate the scene well for you, thought you would enjoy it. But again, thanks for the info, and take care. Rita Wellner It was time for dinner, and soon it would be time to take advantage of young Kevin. Ch. 5 Kevin walked out of school one afternoon and saw a car follow up alongside the curb and right in front of him. A woman in a black business suit, a woman with nice legs Kevin noticed, emerged from the vehicle, and approached him. "Your mom wants me to take you home today," the woman said. Kevin suddenly had a flashback of when he was always told to not go along with strangers. How do I know this woman knows me?, he thought to himself. Funny thing is she knew a lot more about him than he thought. "Kevin honey, Janet had some things to do at home, personal things, and she wants me to drive you home," the woman persisted, coming up close to him and allowing Kevin to get a whiff of the sexy perfume she was wearing. The 18-year-old gave in, and got into the car and the two were soon on their way. The car pulled to a stop light, and finally there was conversation between the two strangers. "Your mom has told me so much about you," said the woman, Mrs. Jones. Kevin noticed how when Mrs. Jones said the words "so much," she held her hands about a foot apart from each other for emphasis. Kevin suddenly began to ponder 'does this woman know about my size?' A casual conversation developed, and Kevin learned that the woman was married and a 1990 graduate of the same high school he attended, which made her about 31. Just as Kevin was about to tell her the different sports he played, Mrs. Jones shocked the young boy. "You can pull your pants down sweetie if you'd like," she said. Kevin was taken by surprise, and took his attention away from her legs and to up to her eyes. "That big penis of yours must make those dress pants pretty uncomfortable," Mrs. Jones said, glancing down at Kevin. "I, I um," Kevin stuttered. How did this woman know about my size?, Kevin pondered. Clearly, his step mom must have been spying on him, he just realized. "Oh come on, sweetie, it's okay," she said. Kevin felt awfully guilty about doing this, but undid his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, pulled his butt off the seat and slid his pants and boxers down, leaving his penis to lie exposed on his left leg. This woman was married, and 13 years older than him, but he couldn't resist the temptation of showing off what he had. "There, that's it honey," she said. "More comfortable?" "Yes mam," Kevin said. "You sure do have a big penis," the woman commented, looking down at it as she drove. "Would you mind if I asked how big it is?" Kevin did not mind at all, and responded "13 inches mam." "My my," she said. "I didn't know they could grow so big." The car pulled to a stop light, and as soon as the car stopped, Mrs. Jones stared blatantly at Kevin's crotch. Kevin, in turn, was staring at her legs, and the woman surprised him by swinging one of them up, pulling off her shoe and sticking one of her feet in his face. "Mam?" asked Kevin. "Janet said you like women's feet," Mrs. Jones said. Again, Kevin couldn't resist his urges, and began to suck on the woman's toes, even though they were covered by a stocking, and began to get an erection. Seeing his penis rise, Mrs. Jones put her attention back on driving, because she was in a hurry to get to a certain location. She drove past the turn for Kevin's house and went into a deserted parking lot about a mile down. The car stopped. "Mrs. Jones, what are we doing here?" he asked. "I think you know what we're doing here," Mrs. Jones replied. Kevin stared into space, wondering what her plans were. "Do you mind if I play with it?" she asked. "Play with what?" he asked. "Your penis," she replied without shame. "Your dick, your cock, your big prick." Kevin could not believe a woman in authority such as Mrs. Jones using such language with him. "Oh come on sweetie, just let me play with it for a while," she said, now grabbing for his penis and getting a hold of it. "Oh my God, it's so big." She was already stroking it. "But Mrs. Jones, you're married, and I'm just a kid," the boy argued, only feeling guilt because he was afraid of getting caught with this woman. "Shhhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "Just relax. This will be fun. Just let me play with it for a while." The beautiful brunette, knowing she didn't have much time before she was expected home, began to give Kevin a furious handjob. She stroked it with her right hand, then with her left. Kevin put his hand on her thigh, and it was quickly grabbed by the older female and pushed elsewhere. It was okay for her to fondle any part of him, but her body was off limits. As if he hadn't been surprised enough by this whole event, Mrs. Jones shocked him a bit more, by asking "do you want me to go down there?" Kevin was in shock. He kind of knew what she meant, but couldn't really believe it. "I um, I don't know. If we get caught —" "We won't get caught," she said. "Come on, what could be so bad about a blowjob?" "Okay. Oh please Mrs. Jones, give me a blowjob," Kevin said, now giving in to the moment. "That's more like it," she answered. Mrs. Jones pulled her black hair back behind her shoulders and slowly lowered her head to Kevin's lap. His penis stuck up a good way between his legs, so she actually didn't have to lower her head that far. Playfully, she kissed the plum-sized head a few times and began to lick the entire length with a tongue that Kevin began to realize was abnormally large. And Mrs. Jones used that long tongue quite skillfully, licking up and down the shaft while Kevin moaned in ecstasy. The moans only got louder when she decided to engulf the head with her wet lips. Now both began to moan. She began bobbing up and down furiously on the shaft, moaning quite audibly and moving her head so fast that she could not keep her hair from falling down into his lap. She stroked her hair back, and went back to bobbing on his mighty pole. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm coming," Kevin said, realizing he was about to shoot off a tremendous load into this nice woman's mouth. She gulped, and gulped, and gulped, swallowing for about three or four seconds before there was just way to much to swallow and she had to come up for air. When she did, come ran off her chin, and Kevin's massive penis kept shooting off onto his leg. She put her mouth back on him, and swallowed a few more spurts. When the job was done, the two waited for Kevin's penis to shrink down to its flaccid size and the car drove out of the deserted lot. There was an awkward silence that followed, with Kevin kind of in awe of what just happened. All of this was going on while Janet relaxed on her bed at home, rubbing her sexy feet after a long day's work. Just then, Kevin and Mrs. Jones walked into the house downstairs. Mrs. Jones had her fun. Now it was time for Janet. Ch. 6 Kevin walked in from his little ride home with Mrs. Jones that afternoon and found that his stepmom must be upstairs. Mrs. Jones realized this too, and walked over to Kevin and rudely grabbed his crotch. "I'm gonna pick you up every Tuesday from now on, okay?" she asked. The woman then kissed Kevin on the lips, a big wet kiss, and licked his cheek and planted another kiss on his forehead. She then actually copped a feel of his large organ, then finally walked away. Kevin could not help but feel a little degraded, but nonetheless so turned on by the fact that this older woman was taking advantage of him, and his body. When the woman left, Kevin suddenly remembered he wanted to do some laundry that afternoon and he sprinted upstairs. He grabbed the sheets off his bed and sprinted back downstairs, already out of breath. His speed was of no use, however, as his step mom came down the stairs and met him at the washer and drier in the kitchen. "Whatcha doing there kiddo?" she asked, dressed only in a sheer nightgown that was transparent enough to show off a pair of white, silk panties and bra. "Oh, I just thought I would do some laundry for ya," he answered. "You know - make things easier." Janet smiled. Kevin wanted to do the laundry himself to keep it from her sight. "Oh well that's sweet hon but I would rather I do it, since you really haven't done the laundry before," she said. "No, really, it's no problem," Kevin said, now trying to cover up the sheets he was about to wash. Janet began to sense there was something going on here. "Kevin, let me do it, please," she said. Kevin would not give in, and said again that he would get it. Janet began to get impatient, and now demanded he let her do the laundry. She took the sheets from him, and upon grabbing them, realized they were soaked. "What the?," she asked, opening them up to find there were at least two huge wet spots on each sheet. "Kevin, what is this?" she asked. Kevin was so embarrassed he could not even look at her. "I mean, it's not pee so the only other thing it could be is...oh," she said, realizing what the wet spots were from. Kevin's face turned a bright shade of red, and stared down at the floor. He wanted to run away, but was too much in shock to even move. Janet began to daydream, and immediately thought back to a letter she read that told Ms. Clark of a guy shooting huge loads of come. The letter read... Ms. Clark, This is Rhonda here. I usually don't write you but I don't have time to come into the office and talk your ear off like I usually do. I bet you miss my loud mouth and crass language. I will have to stop by and chat sometime, especially about my poor excuse for a husband. I wanted to let you know you gave me the wrong video by mistake last week. You must have put the wrong tape in the case. But I must say the one you gave me interested me a little bit. When I put in the video, I was thinking what the hell is this, as it was two white college kids sitting on a sofa in a dorm room or some shit. It was supposed to be taking place at a college campus or something. As a black woman, I usually don't find videos of young white college kids interesting, but this one intrigued me a bit. This white girl was in some kind of sorority and as part of her hazing she had to watch this guy masturbate. I thought that was kind of amusing, and kept watching. They're chatting and stuff, making small talk, and then I guess he decides to get going, right? Well, he unzips his fly and pulls out this huge-ass penis that grew to be about as long as the girl's forearm. I mean, this guy had a big old donkey dick. This girl is just laughing and laughing watching this guy stroke this big pecker of his, and then she starts rubbing her feet against his face as he's jerking off. The girl looked to be only about 18, just out of high school. I thought it was kind of disturbing in a way to see this seemingly innocent looking white girl watch a horse-hung freak like this guy keep jerking off, but I thought it was funny. This little brunette is talking all dirty to him, telling him how she can't believe how big he is and stuff. Finally, he shoots a load that could have filled a coffee mug, just load after load of come all over the floor. And then it got really interesting. Now it was the girl's turn to masturbate this guy, and I never knew a guy could be able to get it up again that fast, but this guy did. This poor girl - her hand was barely big enough to get around his big old horse cock. She keeps stroking and stroking as much as she can, and then he comes again, as much as the same before. This guy must have balls the size of oranges, I started to think to myself. Well, anyways, you did give me the wrong video but I'll return that one as soon as I get a chance. I want to show it to some of my girlfriends because I know they'll get a kick out of it too. If you get to watch it, check out the size of that guy's pecker. Thing had to be a foot long or more. Do you have any other videos with this guy in them? - Rhonda Janet snapped out of it. "It's nothing to be ashamed of honey, all boys your age have wet dreams," she said to the boy. Kevin could not believe the conversation that had developed here. He was talking to his hot stepmom about wet dreams? God, if she had any clue that she was the one in most of the wet dreams would I be humiliated, Kevin thought to himself. "All boys go through it, although...," Janet said, looking at the size of the wet spots on the one sheet. "You really soaked these sheets, didn't you. My God, I don't know if this is normal," she said, again eyeing the wet spots. "I'm sorry mom, it won't happen again," he said. "Oh yes it will, believe me it will," Janet said. "A boy your age may have these for a few years yet." "Can I go now?" Kevin asked. Janet didn't want to let him go just yet, not while they were on the subject of sex. "Well, I guess, it's just I feel bad you and your dad never get to talk that much with him being at work long hours and you always being at sports practices and stuff," she said. "A boy your age goes through a lot of changes." Just then, Kim and one of her friends, Sandy, stormed into the kitchen. They were awfully mad about something, and were shouting that Kevin had spied on them while they were getting dressed the other day. Having to refocus herself after daydreaming about Kevin's huge penis, Janet looked at Kim and asked her to explain. "Yesterday, this scumball spied on us while we were getting dressed," Kim said. "He was watching us change, and he saw everything, everything. He lied about having to go to practice, and stayed behind just so he could peak through our door." The girl was lying. Little did Kevin and Janet know it was just a plot on Kim's part to give her friend, Sandy, a certain show. "Mom, she's lying, I wasn't even here yesterday," Kevin said. Janet, of course, took the side of her daughter. "Yeah, he saw me naked too," said Sandy, also lying. Sandy was a girl Kevin had a crush on ever since middle school, and her body had only developed even better since then. He dreamed of seeing her naked, many of those dreams wet ones, but he had not spied on her like Kim said he did. Kim, dressed in tight white shorts that showed off her nice thighs, had an equally hot friend in Sandy, who had thighs that were so well-rounded and tan. She too, was wearing white shorts, and she too, wanted to see Kevin punished. Just a shame for Kevin that he was not guilty of any of the charges the two girls brought against him. "The girls' story is convincing," Janet said. "I'm afraid the only solution to this problem is...well...they have to see you naked too. Just to be fair." "But mom, I never saw them naked, I swear," Kevin pleaded. "You listen here, mister, either you take off those clothes right now or you won't see the outside of this house for a whole month," she said. Kevin was not budging. He was angered even more by the fact the girls had these evil smirks on their faces. Janet again grew impatient, just like before, and walked over to Kevin and began to undo his dress pants. "Alright, alright," he said. "But this isn't fair." Kevin took off his shoes first, then his socks, then his shirt, undershirt, and dress pants. He was down to just boxers, and the girls were laughing. Kevin stopped there, and didn't show any signs of continuing to strip. "Listen mister, take those boxer shorts off right now or you're grounded," she said. "But mom," he pleaded. "God, you are such a baby," she said. Janet walked over to the boy and yanked down his boxer shorts, revealing a penis that appeared to be about a good seven or eight inches in its soft state. The girls both gasped. Kim had seen it before, but Sandy had never seen a boy naked, except for a few Playgirls her older sister had. The two girls stared, and stared, and stared, and Kevin was forced to remain naked for a good 20 minutes. "What a banana," Sandy said with a laugh. "Banana? More like a salami," Kim responded. The girls kept laughing, and when Kevin tried to cover up out of disgust, Janet walked over and slapped his hands away from his penis. "Don't you dare cover up," she said. He didn't listen. "Why do you keep covering your dick?" she asked harshly. The two girls looked at each other, surprised Kim's mom had used that word in front of them. And then the looks of shock turned into smirks. Kevin reluctantly took his hands away, leaving them at his sides in order for the girls to get a full view of his anatomy. Janet casually sat down at the kitchen table, crossing her legs and inviting the two young ladies to have a seat along with her. They stared, without interruption, at Kevin's penis. "Have a math test tomorrow," Sandy said casually. "Oh you do? What on?" Janet responded, pulling her eyes away from Kevin's anatomy just long enough to pretend she was interested in Sandy's remark. "Oh, just something on calculus," Sandy replied. The young lady and mother were carrying on a conversation while Kevin stood naked from head to toe, face beat red and penis beginning to harden. But the anger with his sister prevented him from enjoying this rare CFNM experience to its fullest. Later, of course, that anger with his sister would turn to erotic feelings about her, about her control over him. But for now, his adolescent impatience got the best of him, and he stormed out of the room, thinking the women had had their fun. Not so. "Where on earth do you think you're going mister?" Janet screamed, following him as he retreated. Kevin loved the idea of a little cat-and-mouse game, and he began to run away from the female authority figure. This only angered Janet more, and Kevin purposely let her catch him before he got to the steps. She grabbed him by his ear, pulling him away from the steps and back into the kitchen. "Ouch, ouch you're hurting me," Kevin whined as she pulled him by the ear, yanking hard on it at times, all the way back to where the girls were seated. The girls giggled as the boy was physically punished. "You stand there until I'm good and ready to let you go," she said harshly. Being naked in front of all of these women – although his fantasy come true – still felt awkward to him, and by instinct he would again try to cover his genitals with his hands. This again set Janet off. "Young man if you don't stop covering yourself, I swear to God…" she said, this time pulling his hands away herself. "I have a confession to make," Kim said, still giggling. "Kevin didn't really spy on us. I just wanted him to have to get naked for us." The two girls burst out in laughter, and Janet, not really upset, only gave Kim a playful pat on the shoulder. "You bad girl you," she said, holding in from laughing. "You know that's nice to do." "We saw your wiener, we saw your wiener," Sandy said in a teasing fashion. "Oh come on, that's not fair mom," Kevin said. "Mom, make them take their clothes off too." "Yeah, like there's any way in hell we would let you see us naked," Kim said, still laughing hard. Kevin would remain naked for them for another hour, until he was ordered to his room without dinner. The girls had had their fun dominating young Kevin, and Janet's domination would soon prove to be even more impressive. She read another letter of female domination for inspiration. This one was a printout of an email, and it was quite enjoyable for the woman. Random Letters Ms. Clark, Thanks for taking my side in that argument the other day we had with our husbands. They have to realize that there should be more naked men in movies these days, even if they don't like the idea. I wanted to write you because I saw this interesting article in a women's magazine a few weeks back. I never told my husband about this article because he might not let me read this particular racy magazine anymore. The article dealt with ancient Egypt, and how some of the women of power in those days were, well, powerful. The article spoke of how these certain women would have parties entertained by six or seven naked men, who would roam the palace wearing nothing but what God gave them. To pick these men, the women would bring in dozens of naked specimens and line them up for the hostess to inspect them. She looked at their muscles, their looks, and the article specified that the woman especially looked at their penis size. She would walk shamelessly along these lines of men, staring openly at their penises, to get an idea of "how things were hanging." The men with the bigger penises were always chosen first, and were expected to become erect in the presence of the females at these parties. The article described how the hostess would pare the number of nominees down to about nine or 10. Those men were then forced to get erections and the hostess would actually measure their dicks to see which ones would be chosen. The six men who had the biggest dicks would be the entertainment at the next party, serving drinks to the females there and doing numerous chores for the hostess. The article was a brief one, but very entertaining. Do you know if there are any videos that re-create these kinds of rituals? If so, let me know. These women were pioneers. - RS Ch. 7 Janet and Kevin were in the kitchen one afternoon when the step mom started a different kind of conversation. "So Peggy tells me she gave you a blowjob," Janet says casually as she folded some towels. Kevin was speechless, and awfully embarrassed. "Huh?," asked Kevin. "Peggy. Mrs. Jones. Nothing to be ashamed of sweetie," Janet said, now looking over at him. "She's a wild lady, believe me. Just don't let her husband catch you. Can you imagine how angry he'd be if he caught his wife fooling around with a guy with a 13-inch penis?" Janet asked with a laugh. "I-I," Kevin mumbled, still speechless. "I can only imagine the look on her face when you uncoiled that thing," Janet went on, now back to folding towels. Kevin felt so awkward. "Growing up, weren't you ever like 'when is this thing gonna stop growing?'" she asked aloud with a laugh. Kevin thought she asked the question rhetorically, but she indeed wanted an answer. "Kevin?" she asked. "Huh?" he asked. "Your penis. Were you ever concerned if it would ever stop growing?" she said as she folded another towel. "It's um, still growing," he replied. Janet walked over to him, her body on display that day courtesy of a black bathing suit she wore the entire afternoon. "No! You're kidding me, right?" she asked. "No mom, it's still growing," he repeated. "My God. Do you measure it a lot?" she asked. Kevin was even more embarrassed now. "Well, kind of. I keep a ruler under my bed," he said. "Pretty soon it's gonna hang down to your knees," she commented with a laugh. Kevin could sense an erection coming on. "Um, well, I better get going," he replied. "I um, have to get changed for basketball practice." What Kevin really had in mind was masturbating. He couldn't believe his hot step mom was now openly talking to him about his size, and he jerked off to the idea of getting the same kind of treatment from her that he did from Mrs. Jones. Janet also retreated to her bedroom, to do some reading. The pile was still thick, an awful lot of letters she hadn't gotten to read yet. She took one, and began. Ms. Clark, I wanted to thank you so much for letting me use you as a reference for my female sexuality project. It really paid off. I also thought I would pass you on an idea if you haven't heard of this game before. Have you ever heard of "cock riding?" Let me explain. The girls in my sorority had to serve in hazing rituals for a fraternity that was working in six new pledges. I wasn't crazy about spending my Friday night this way, but thought what the heck. When we got there, I was surprised to see this guy, Alan, who I knew from high school. See, Alan had been pissed off at me ever since I got him in trouble for cheating on a test senior year. I just didn't want to see him get a better grade than me without earning it. His parents had to come in and he had to take the test by himself and everything. It was a big mess. But that was high school. I would always say hi to Alan when I saw him on campus but he would always give me dirty looks. Oh well. Just trying to be nice. Anyway Alan is at this party as one of the pledges, and after some lame rituals the guys had to go through, there was one that caught my attention. First of all, the guys were told to strip. I found it amusing Alan was so mad he had to strip in front of me, and I in turn made it even less enjoyable for him by staring at his crotch the whole time he was naked. I was surprised to see that Alan was pretty big down there, and I stared at his penis without shame. After about 10 minutes of torturing the pledges by having them stand there naked in front of us clothed gals, the big wigs in the fraternity told us to pair up with a pledge. Of course, I went right for Alan just to make his night that much more difficult. I tried to be nice at first, saying something like "do you feel a breeze in here?", just to poke fun at the fact he was stark naked. He didn't say anything. He then tried to casually cover up his privates by holding his penis, but one of the guys in the frat told him to take his hands away. I then made Alan even more self-conscious by going right back to staring at his crotch. I know he looked over at me at least a couple times and saw me looking down there. It was great. Once we were all paired up, the guys told us we were going to play this "cock riding" game, and I was pretty interested. The girls were to sit on the stomach of the guy they paired up with and use his cock as a gear shift while they were given a ride. Pushing his cock up forward meant forward, pulling it back meant backward, pushing his cock to the right meant go right, and pushing his cock to the left meant go left. The guys were all blindfolded so they could not see. The only way they would be able to find their direction was how we pointed their cock. Each of us had to make it a full lap around the frat house. And of course there were rules. Having hot girls like us stroking their peckers would make these guys awfully horny, but they were not aloud to come. To get things started, all of the guys were told to become fully erect. I looked around and saw that none of the other guys had trouble doing so, but because Alan was still pissed at me I think he refused. His penis, pretty large as I said, just hung down like a wet tube sock. The frat guys told him to become erect, but he refused, saying he wanted a different partner for this ritual. No such luck. We all watched intently to make sure Alan was becoming fully erect and not cheating, like he did in that test. I saw his penis start to stiffen a bit and then grow longer. I was quickly amazed as his limp wiener started snaking out like a fireman's hose. It quickly became apparent to me that Alan had a really big dick. All of the other women present were shocked and the guys, although probably a bit jealous, couldn't help but be impressed. When Alan's penis reached its fullest state, it stuck out from his body at a 45-degree angle, the weight of it too substantial for it to stand up completely straight. There were girlish giggles, oohs and aahs, and I sarcastically said "wow, get out the tape measure." The guys actually took me seriously, and in no time brought out a tape measure and handed it to me. I was to measure Alan's big dick. Again, I tried to be nice to the guy and made small talk while I went about measuring his huge prick. I asked him why he never told me he was hung like a horse, but of course he didn't answer. The guy really hated me, and I loved torturing him. Now, I have seen a lot of dicks in my time, between boyfriends, brothers, strippers and a lot of Playgirls. But I have never seen anything like Alan's. From the base to the tip, his penis measured a whopping 11 and a half inches. The guy's dick was almost a foot long. After the girls and guys made comments about Alan's special endowment, we finally got around to playing the game. All of the women were told to bring shorts that night, and we then found out why. To tease the guys even more, we were to wear the shorts so that our sexy legs were fully exposed for them, hence, even more reason for them staying erect the whole time. I found it amusing how the girls got changed behind locked doors while the pledges stood there stark naked in front of us the whole night. Just a bit of a double standard. Now I don't mean to brag, but I have incredible legs. Some people tell me they're my best asset. My thighs are well-rounded, supple and always tanned. It was so much fun plopping my beautiful butt down on Alan's stomach and rubbing my legs against his midsection. It felt like I was riding a horse, and it actually looked that way too because of the size of Alan's penis. Alan and I were told to go first, and he was blindfolded. To tease him a bit, I started groping his huge penis and played around with it. I pushed it forward as far as it would go, and then released it, making all of the girls laugh when they heard it smack against his belly. The guys playfully asked me if his cock was operating properly as the gear shift. Stroking his extraordinarily long phallus, I responded by asking if I should use two hands. They laughed, but told me to use just one. We finally got going, and to make it more difficult for Alan I didn't always give him the proper directions. I would push his cock up to make him bang into a wall, push his cock left when he was supposed to go right. It took us 45 minutes to make it around the house, all the more time to torture this guy. After the pledges were forced to jerk off in front of us, they were finally allowed to come. I have never seen a guy shoot so much come. And I have watched guys jerk off before, but this guy erupted. I think the sight of my sexy legs was too much for him, and his penis shot out about six or seven thick streams of semen that shot out a good distance from his prick. It was one of the most enjoyable nights I have had here at school. The guys told me to not let up on Alan, to torture him around campus until his hazing is complete. Since then, Alan can't stop following me around campus. He has grown addicted to what you call "CFNM" scenarios, which stands for clothed female nude male. Obviously, the episode I had with him spiked his interest in it dramatically. Every once in a while, he comes over my dorm room for more of this "CFNM" fun, with me getting to have quite a bit of fun with his oversized dork. Maybe I could make him come over to your office one day to show it to you. It is one of those – you have to see it to believe it sort of things. And definitely try that cock riding game with some of your friends. It's a real trip. - Melissa T. Cock Riding?, Janet thought to herself. Maybe Kevin would be gentleman enough to give her a ride around the house in such a way. She read another letter, one that was faded from age. But its contents were worth keeping for such a long period of time. Ms. Clark, Thanks so much for meeting with me on such short notice last week. Your advice, let's just say, was invaluable. I have a very important question I needed to ask you, and I know you are busy so I thought I would write you and give you the chance to get back to me at your leisure. The other day a coma patient was brought in and put under my supervision. I deal with a lot of coma patients as you know but this one is a lot different than any I have dealt with in my eight years of nursing. He is a black male, only 18, and he has a very nice build. Quite muscular I must say. One of the chores I am given is to bathe my patients each morning, something I have always done with a heavy dose of boredom just because of its numbing routine. This young specimen, however, caught my attention. When I went to take off his hospital gown the other day and rub him down with a washcloth, I was just about to remove the patient's underwear when I saw the outline of what looked to be a penis wrapping around the man's leg all the way back to his rear end. I thought it might have been just an optical illusion, like it was just too early in the morning for my brain to be functioning properly. I focused more clearly, however, and lightly touched the fabric where the bulge was and realized there was real male flesh under there. I almost gasped. I could not believe that could actually be the man's penis. Duties call for me to give every patient a complete bath, and I was not going to shirk my duties in this case. I went about pulling down the man's underwear when I was given the shock of my life. An extraordinarily large penis, well, just flopped out, and laid down on the bed between his legs. I thought for a second that maybe the other nurses were playing a practical joke on me. I had never seen anything like this before. I stared at it for several minutes, my mouth clenched over my mouth, breathing very deeply with my heart pounding. I was in awe. I looked at it from several angles to again make sure I was not seeing things. The only thing I could think of was when my sister and I used to watch the horses on my Uncle John's farm when we were little, and laugh at how big the horses' penises were. That's the only thing I could compare this to. The man's penis extended more than halfway to his knees. It was awfully thick, the head enormous. Now to spare you from the clinical talk of an experienced nurse, I won't keep referring to it as his penis. Let's say this guy had an enormous dong. Since I knew at some point I was going to have to touch his cock anyway in order to wash it, I decided to give it a feel. I still had doubts this thing was real. I went to pick it up and was amazed at its weight. I pulled on it, not too hard, just to make sure it was actual flesh, and its elasticity was impressive. It stretched out an inch or so more when I pulled on it. It was awfully big and floppy, and I playfully wiggled it around with my one hand. I could not believe a guy could have a dick of this size. Now I have heard that black men have big dicks. But this thing defied reality. Coma victims do not have the ability to gain long-lasting erections, so my playing with it was not going to make him hard. I could not even imagine how big this thing got in its hardened state. While I was fondling his penis, I looked down to see he had an impressive set of testicles - sorry, nurse talk again - I mean balls. I let go of his schlong for a minute and picked up his ball sack in order to guage just how big they were. Each one was the size of a walnut. I rolled them both around in my hand for a few seconds and realized their ample size was in proportion to the size of his dick. Now I had to get on with my job and there were other patients to visit, so I finally went about washing him and then got him dressed in a clean pair of underwear and his hospital gown. It was a bit of a chore stuffing that big dong back in his underpants but I was able to do it. I have since shown this man, his penis that is, to the other nurses on the floor, and they were also astounded. Curiosity got the best of us and we actually put a tape measure to his penis and found it to be an astonishing 10 and a half inches in its soft state. Another nurse jokingly commented that maybe it was an erection that put him in a coma, as too much blood was needed to fill it up. I know it's not nice to joke about such things, but it's all in good humor. The question I had to ask you was how big do you think his penis is in a full erection? I do know enough about dicks to know that they nearly double in size when they harden. So is it possible this man could have like an 18-inch penis? Jesus Christ. I knew his age was 18 but didn't think his penis size was. This little episode has caused me to loosen up a bit at work and the other nurses and I talk openly and candidly about the size of this guy's schlong. We have not found anything like it in any medical journals or researches. He may just have the biggest dick of any man alive. I dare not mention anything about this to my husband since I think he might be a little uncomfortable about me bathing a naked man with a penis of this size. The other nurses and I are eagerly awaiting our well-hung patient's recovery. The day he wakes up should be quite interesting. - Natalie P. Janet didn't have to wait for Kevin to wake up. He was already under her control. One morning, Janet and Kim sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the laundry to be finished. "Sucks it's raining out," the daughter said, crossing her stocking-covered legs as she had a bite to eat before heading to her part-time job at the bank. "Yeah, but it's supposed to clear up later in the week," the mom answered casually. Janet herself had been looking forward to laying out on the deck again for the second straight day. She already had a deep, dark tan, but loved the feeling of basking in the warm sunlight, especially with Kevin looking at her from afar. She loved the attention. But the rain would keep her indoors today. She was dressed in a white bikini, her tan legs crossed one over the other. She purposely had her chair out a bit from the table because she knew Kevin would be checking out her thighs. They were big around, but not at all fat, just substantial, and succulent. She kept re-crossing her legs, waiting for Kevin to enter. Only she wasn't expecting to see him like this. "Well, Kim," Janet began to say, "I just love the…" What she was about to say was interrupted, because she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Kevin, her step-son, was walking into the kitchen…buck naked. His huge penis swung from side to side, slapping gently against his thighs. Kim burst out laughing. "Oh my God," she said, shrieking with delight. Janet was more in shock than anything else. "Hi, Mom, Hi, Kim. Is the laundry done yet?" he asked nonchalantly. He walked over to the drier. Janet's eyes followed his swaying penis. And what was even more surprising than Kevin walking around in his birthday suit was that he acted as though nothing was out of place.