Again, I posted this story some time ago at a different site under a slightly different pen name. All characters are over 18 yrs of age.
This stoy follow up on "Clara's Cleavage". Clara's gone until the last chapter, but the theme continues as we follow Richard King's adventures.
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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Damn, damn, damn, damn, I thought to my self. Busted. This was trouble that I did not need!
I was waiting outside the office of the Dean of Students. Ms. H. LeFaye, according to the name plate on the door. I'd never met the woman, never even seen her. But today, because of bad luck and a combination of situations that included two very horney young ladies I was about to spend a very uncomfortable morning in her office.
It had started innocently. I was helping a friend move out of her dorm and into her new place in town. She was a friend that I got together with for sex every couple of weeks. In her dorm, a motel, a field...
To understand how I got into this mess you have to know some background.
It began when I had had a one night stand with a young lady who had the most incredibly large breasted body I had ever seen. Clara had been my first sexual experience. It had been an experience that left me unconscious before she was done with me. Not out of malice I don't think, but out of ignorance. When I woke up Clara had vanished and I'd been unable to locate her since then!
Clara had claimed to be descended from witches. It was probably true. Hell, it WAS true. I was living proof!
I found out that she had this quirk in bed. She would sometimes talk directly to my dick as if it was separate from me. When I had finally passed out from exhaustion, we had made love four or five times and at some point in each bout she had murmured "Grow bigger for Carla, honey, grow bigger." And it, I mean, I, had!
While prior to that night I had never exceeded 5 inches, and considered my self somewhat under endowed, I now was the possessor of a schlong that was just under 15 inches in length and almost 8 inches in circumfrence. Before you jump to any conclusions here just let me say that this result had not brought me any great happiness. I would gladly have gone back to my former size if possible.
But a trip to the urologist had been of no help. Surgery was chancy at best. I decided to do my best with what cards I'd been dealt rather than chance "possibly permanent disability", as the doctor so delicately phrased it.
Anyway, to conclude this update, I had met Hillary the morning after my encounter with Clara under extremely embarrassing conditions and she had blackmailed me into having sex with her! I would have done so without the threat that she put to me. And indeed, we had had sex every several weeks since then. It was a comfortable if somewhat odd relationship.
I liked Hillary. She, I think, liked me. But when we got together it was pretty much only for sex. Hillary was the only woman I had met so far who could not just handle the new me but actually seemed to gain real pleasure with me - often having multiple orgasms when we fucked. That was one of the reason's she had decided to move. I lived in a frat. We couldn't get together there. She lived in the dorms. And while we had used her room often enough, she had a new dorm procter who was a real busy body and Hillary thought if she had her own place she and I could get together in privacy easier. At least that was one reason for the move. We'd been having a "so long to the dorm room" fuck when all hell had broken loose!
Hillary was now seated opposite me in the outer office of Ms. LeFaye. She was wrapped up in her own dark thoughts. We were probably about to be expelled. We had been caught fucking in the girls dorm. If there was a faster way out of this college I didn't know what it was!
"Ms. LeFaye is ready for you now." It was the Oriental Administrative Assistant addressing both Hillary and myself. "You may go in now."
If she knew why we were here her face did not betray it. Very pretty, but inscrutable.
I rose and opened the door to the inner sanctum while Hillary preceded me into the presence of Ms. LeFaye.
My first impression was one of leather and dark wood completely unlike the outer office which had been standard Midwest college plastic and beige.
My attention was quickly drawn to the salt-and-pepper haired lady who was seated behind a massive wooden desk in a high backed chair that had to be one of the largest office chairs I had ever seen. Ms. LeFaye I presumed. This furniture did not dwarf Ms. LeFaye. It seemed in proportion. Ms. LeFaye had the shoulders of an outside linebacker.
She was stroking the back of a calico cat that was perched on her desk. Both of them watched Hillary and me enter. When the cat saw me it let out a small yowl and focused it's attention on my face.
"Please be seated Ms. Owles, Mr. King. Just let me review the information that has been presented to me one more time." Ms. LeFaye's voice was a shock. Low and distinct, it sent a small shiver up my spine. Warm brandy. That was the thought that flashed thru my mind. She has a voice like warm brandy. She turned her attention to the report that was on her desk. The cat was watching me with unblinking eyes while it's back was still being absently stroked.
Hillary and I sat next to each other on the couch facing the desk.
"Well, this seems straightforward. You two young people were found in a girls dorm room under conditions that seem clear cut. Skipping the rather unlikely descriptions of an undoubtedly upset dorm proctor there seems that there can be little question as to the appropriate course of action." She looked at us over the top of her old fashioned reading glasses.
"Do either of you have anything you would like to say?" She asked.
Before either of us could answer the cat arched its back under it's mistress' hand and directed a sharp hiss at me.
"This is my cat, Merle. He's my .... constant companion. He seems to have taken an interest in you, Mr. King. now why...? Is it possible...?" Her attention returned briefly to the report still open in front of her. "Um, Mr. King, this report seems to make some quite unlikely descriptive statements about your, ahh, condition upon being discovered by the dorm proctor."
'Unlikely descriptive statements.' That could be one way to describe what that meddling bitch had seen when she had barged in. At the moment she crashed thru the door Hillary was having her third orgasm and I was just joining her. It was my first in over three weeks. The sound of the door smashing open pulled me off and out of Hillary. What had faced the dorm proctor then was a young man ejaculating a massive load that arched at least eight feet thru the air. It sploshed at, and on her feet, She had danced out of the way howling with outrage before getting a really good look at my dick. At which point she fainted.
"Well, I haven't read the report." I responded. "So I don't know what the bi...proctor wrote."
"Um, yes, of course. Without meaning to embarrass you, let me ask if you would consider your self more, um, ample, than most men?" Again the cat hissed in my direction.
"Yeah, I suppose so." What the hell. I was on my way out. Might as well be honest about it. Besides, I had earned something of a reputation among the more adventuresome young ladies on campus. Hillary may have been the only one who really enjoyed sex with me but she was far from the only one who tried me on for size. Some of the women had taken to calling me King Dick. But most of them had viewed me as a once in a lifetime event. Besides Hillary, only a very few had any interest in a second or third go round.
"I would be correct in saying that this was a rather recent event and not entirely a natural occurrence in your life, wouldn't I, Mr. King?" Ms. LeFaye's look was piercing and Merle attention was focused like a laser, waiting for my response.
"No, no it wasn't. Although I doubt if you'd believe me if I told you how it did happen."
"Suppose I tell you how it happened?" She countered. "You met someone, a young lady, who had this unusual effect on you over the course of one night. You found yourself exhausted and became unconscious. Did you ever see the young lady again?"
I just gawked at her. She had just wrapped up what happened in a nut shell. How did she know?
"She may have claimed to be, or be a descendent of, a witch?" Ms LeFaye continued. "Well, speak up! Am I right?"
"Yuh, right on the money. How...?"
"If I tell you that I doubt you'd believe me, any more than you believed the young lady you were with. What was her name?"
"Clara. Clara, ah, ah, I don't remember her last name." I stammered. Hell, my first lover and I'd forgotten her name!
"That's okay. Mr. Rich. Now tell me, how have you found your life since this event?" She seemed to find this a genuinely interested. If she was just going to chuck us out why this interrogation?
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
"Mixed blessings for the most part. I am sure that I've had some experiences that I would not have had had I remained as I was. For one I would not have had the great pleasure of getting to know Hillary."
As I said this I realized how true it was. We may have had an odd relationship but it was a very honest one in many ways and I realized with a sudden pang that if I were to loose contact with Hillary it would not be the sex that I missed the most! Hillary shot me a look of surprise.
"So? So. That had a real ring of truth, didn't it Merle?" she asked the cat who looked somberly at her and purred. "Yes, I agree, this bears looking into." She reached to her neck and produced long gold link chain. At the end of the chain was a clear crystal the size of a robin's egg. Dangling it outstretched from her hand she placed it in a beam of sunlight that was streaming into the room from behind her.
"My dear, do you mind if I try to help you and Mr. King?"
When Hillary nodded, a brilliant beam fractured out of the sunlight infused crystal and struck Hillary in the face. Hillary's eyes blinked once, twice and then closed.
