Chapter O2 (Letters)
It was some hours later when I settled back in my chair reading what I had prepared in reply to Bev's amazing letter.
"Darling I don't know where to begin. There's just no way I can adequately describe my reaction on reading your letter. To say I was surprised that you matched the tone and no-holds-barred approach of my own doesn't do it. I was just blown away. In my wildest dreams I never expected to read such an explicit description of your 'charms'.
Before I'd finished reading the second paragraph my cock was rock hard; by the end of the third it was aching.
I read and reread the vivid description of your cunt building up in my mind a multi-coloured picture of what I have christened your 'fuck playground'. I just can't get out of my head, not that I want to, the vision of the mass of cunt hair, your hairy arsehole, your hanging inner lips and bloated clit.
And then there was the unexpected bonus – the description of your smelly cunt. I'm afraid I have little knowledge of cunt smells apart from the occasional sniff of my sister's panties when she leaves them in the laundry basket. I can't wait to get my face between your thighs and breathe in your strong personal smell. Please make sure it's 'matured' when I do.
As I continued reading my hand moved to my covered prick and seemingly of its own accord was squeezing it sending waves of pleasure through my groin. Then suddenly I realised my balls were sending a message to my brain that they were taking control. I removed my hand but the build-up continued and before I could do anything to prevent it I was spurting into my underpants. I quickly grabbed my pulsating shaft but my attempts to stop the flow only increased the thrill of one of the most fantastic orgasms I have ever experienced.
Darling please don't think I'm a quick shooter. When I'm masturbating I sometimes hold off for half an hour or longer bringing it close and then backing off until the pressure in my balls gets too great. When I jerk off this way the first cum shot is so strong it often goes over my head. Mind you the first time we fuck I'm sure I won't be able to hold back for long but I promise you the second and third will take longer.
No doubt you'll have a laugh at me hobbling off to the toilets trying to prevent the cum spilling and wetting my trousers. Fortunately I was able to make it without making too big a mess. Drying off my still inflated cock however ruined my underpants and handkerchief which I dumped in a waste bin. Hopefully my mother won't notice the missing items!
You asked for a description of my cock so here goes.
It's certainly not the longest in the pack, about 61/2 inches (I'd love to say 7 but I'd be lieing if I did). However, and this will make you happy, it's thick. It's unusual in that it doesn't look particularly thick when it's relaxed (which occasionally it is!) but when it hardens a spongy layer wraps around it greatly increasing the thickness. And although I'm circumcised the extra bit pushes up and partly covers my knob so it appears I have a foreskin. Underneath is rock hard I'm pleased to say.
The other goody I have to offer is a pair of big balls which no doubt accounts for the copious amounts of cum I produce. Precum as well. Sometimes when I'm masturbating the cock-juice flows so freely it looks like I'm dribbling piss.
There's so much more I want to tell you but I'm going to leave it there for now. I'm off to bed to conjure up more visions of you, your cunt and of us fucking. I will of course masturbate thinking of you but even so I expect I'll have a wet dream during the night so will put on a condom to make sure I don't leave any tell-tale signs on the sheets.
Goodnight sweet fuck-love".
