Originaly posted elsewhere under a slightly different pen name. All characters over 18 yrs of age.
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o )
It was one of those warm fall days with just a hint of color in the leaves to remind you that summer was fading fast. As usual, almost all of the outdoor sidewalk tables at Nick's were occupied. The only table for four that was not fully occupied was held by a single young woman. Her back was toward us as I suggested to my friends that we ask if we could share.
And with that in mind we wound our way in and around the tables toward the only free seats in the place.
Freddie was in the lead and as he rounded the table he said "Miss could we ...ah, ah.." and stopped dead in his tracks! We must have looked like the Three Stooges as Walt bumped into Freddie and I into Walt!
What none of us could have known from the back was that this young lady was a knock out. Dark red hair cut short to hug her features accented the contours of her face. Lightly applied makeup brought attention to her eyes without detracting from a very kissable mouth that was smiling in amusement at our clumsiness. But what had brought Freddie to an abrupt halt was from the neck down. There was a lot from the neck down.
Her maroon jacket revealed a white blouse with a modest, square cut neckline. Well, it appeared modest at first glance. Many inches below a simple string of pearls, two rich swells of creamy breast flesh peeped above the neckline, separated by one or two inches of deeply inviting cleavage.
"Hello boys" she said as she looked at us. The amusement still in her eyes. "I'm afraid I'm waiting for someone," she started as she looked from one to the other of us.
"Richie? Richie? Oh my God, is that you, Richie?" She sprang out of her chair and gave me an enveloping hug which made me suddenly aware that she was very large breasted indeed! "Richie! Boys, sit down, please, join me!
I was grabbed by the wrist and pulled to the chair. It was being tugged by the wrist that finally triggered my memory.
In astonishment, I gasped "Clara?"
"Clarrisa!" she corrected. "I use Clarrisa now. You wait right here while I get us all a drink. Pitcher of dark, okay?" and she was gone, not waiting for an answer. I watched her butt twitch as she headed to the bar. Amazingly small and tight for a woman of her otherworldly dimensions elsewhere. Every male eye was on her as she moved.
"Man do you know her? Who the HELL is SHE?. You've never talked about HER! What a stone fox! And did you get a load of the melons on her? Holy Christ. I've never seen such huge whoppers. Not even on the Internet! Well, aside from that babe that's been strutting around campus the last few weeks. And everyone thinks she's phony anyway" Walt was a boob man. And almost no one knew who Hillary was let alone that I was the one man Hillary was fucking on a regular basis. And that Hillary was very real indeed and still trying to get larger
"T-Cups" I muttered under my breath.
"If those are teacups," Walt smiled "I can't wait to see what you consider jugs!"
I didn't bother to correct him as Clara, um, Clarrisa, was wending her way back to us with a partially filled pitcher in one hand and four mugs of dark beer in the other. Her passage stirred heads the way a strong wind will affect a wheat field. She was still wearing her jacket. But there was no doubt that the ponderous, heavy movement under that jacket was the result of two improbably large breasts. If you looked (and every guy and some of the gals were looking) you could see the flutter of Clarissa's blouse caused by the bobbling movement of the immense amount of breast flesh that she proudly carried before her.
And that evident pride was a big change from when I had last seen her. She carried herself now with a confidence that was quite evident. Here was a woman who had an extravagantly opulent bosom and was not shy about letting people know it! A real change from the Clara I'd known who habitually wore sport jacket, bib overalls and flannel shirts to disguise her munificence. As well as wrapping her bosom in a tube top to further hold down the bounty that Mother Nature had endowed her with.
Now, Clarissa was wearing undergarments that, while not perhaps emphasizing her bust, did nothing to diminish it either. It seemed that her search for a maker of proper fitting foundation garments had been successful!
Making eye contact with me as she approached, she shot me a wink.
When she reached the table she bent over to place her burden down. Her neck line gaped open revealing a chasm of cleavage between what looked to be the tops of two over inflated basketballs and several inches of a lace bra. I heard the sound of escaping air from both my companion as they gazed, mesmerized, at the sight before them.
Before straightening, Clarissa shot me another wink (nobody else was looking that far up!) and said. "Don't those look good, boys?"
"Wow, yeah," said Freddie and then blushed as red as a beet when he realized he'd spoken out loud.
"I just love a dark beer on a warm fall day" Clarrisa continued, seemingly unaware of the effect of her double entendre. "The look of the condensation on the outside of the mug makes me thirsty." Her hand lightly stroked the side of the mug and she carried the condensation to her lips and lightly licked each finger while watching Freddie and Walt sweat.
I think they both were dangerously close to embarrassing themselves 'cause they grabbed the mug in front of them and buried their faces in their beer. The three of them carried on a halting conversation while I watched. Clarissa seemed to ignore me. But every movement she made was a provocation. She would lean forward to say something in confidence to one or the other which would result in both of them losing track of the conversation. She would touch them lightly on the sleeve or knee, she managed to somehow remind the guys with every word and gesture that they were in the presence of an ultra busty, sexually charged woman. With-in minutes they had finished the pitcher and excused themselves.
Clarrisa smiled up at both of them offering them her hand and one more glimpse of heaven. "I hope I see both of you boys sometime. Richie has the cutest friends," she purred. I thought Walt was going to dive in head first but he pulled himself together and left with Freddie. Both of them whispering together as they left and shooting glances back as they walked down the street.
"Clara," I laughed, "you have really changed since that last time we were together!"
"Oh Richie. I told you I was going to change my life after that wonderful night. I owe you so much! You really opened my eyes! I feel so much freer now and so much more at ease with myself!"
"I'll say. You look fabulous and the old Clara wouldn't have flirted with Freddie and Walt like you just did! Tell me what you've been up to. You've really changed. And you seem happy with the change. You really look different now ." I declared, openly leering at her flabbergasting bosom. "Where did you go? When I woke up you were gone and I never saw you in class or anywhere for all this time."
Clarissa preened in front of me. My leer that would have completely flustered her back when we first met now caused her to glow . She leaned forward somewhat and by pressing her arms together presented me with a vista of creamy breast flesh, deep cleavage and a most capacious brassiere. It looked like it could shelter a family of immigrants in a rain storm.
"Well, for one thing, I've become much more comfortable with who I am and how I look. I have learned that many people like to look at a woman who is as well built as I am. And, I've found that I like them to look! In fact," she teased, as she compressed and released the pressure of her upper arms causing an epic movement within her blouse, "in fact, sometimes I encourage them to look. Just like now. Having you ogle me like this is getting me all warm and moist. Umm, I love that look in your eyes!"
Her smile was dazzling. She straightened up slowly, reluctantly.
"Listen Rich, I told you I thought I was descended from witches when we were together that night. I was right. After you passed out and I, um, finished, I slipped out of the frat house. I started looking for my Aunt Helen the next day. Remember I told you that she was a practicing witch while my mom had given it up when she found Jesus? Well, it took me some time but I found her and she took me under her wing. She and her coven have been training me ever since. It turns out that I have quite a bit of potential as a witch."
"Yeah, I know." I said gesturing to my lap. There was a lump that stretched almost to my knee and was about as big around as Clarissa's wrist. I hoped I wouldn't spring a full blown hard on!
"Oh, Rich. I'm so sorry about that! If you like, I think that I could , um, ah, correct, what my unguided enthusiasm did to you. Has it ruined your life?" She asked with anguish in her eyes.
"By no means. In fact, I'm grateful to you in a way. I met a beautiful, wonderful woman who needed, um, me. We have had an open and honest relationship. I hope that when she achieves her goal that we may be able to pick up where we left off."
I realized with a start that I had just said out loud what I had been gradually coming to realize was the truth. Hillary was not the same person I had first met. But I still cared for her. If she could somehow become content within her self, I hoped that I could be a part of her life. It felt like a big if.
"I'm so glad!" Clarrisa enthused. "Any way, part of my training with the coven has been to unleash my sexuality - which will help to allow me to reach my full potential as a witch. I've been dedicating myself to total sexual happiness! Not just in myself, but in everyone I can reach. The more I do good in this way the more my powers and abilities expand.
"Aunt Helen explained to me that, way back when, a lot of women were labeled witches just because they were sexual in nature and unashamed of being a woman. You know, like in the early part of this century when a woman was called a nymphomaniac just because her sex drive was as strong or stronger than her partner! I try to reach out to everyone around me to make them aware of my and their own sexuality. With out repression, without guilt!"
"Well I must say you've certainly done that!" I said in admiration. "You had my two friends on the edge of their seats. I bet they were both on the verge of coming when they left here. You really have talent as a tease."
"I don't just tease. In fact, Freddie did have an orgasm. Didn't you notice? From his aura I'd say he is really fixated on large boobs. Walt is too, but he is more aware of that than Freddie. I may try to meet up with them later!"
