But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend in the series.
Unexpected summoning leads to erotic adventures.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
The day I met God, started off the same as so many others. I stopped in the Department Office, picked up my mail and said hello to Mrs. Anderson the Department Secretary. Headed to my office. Just like every other day.
I'm an Adjunct Professor at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. Adjunct is pretty far down the totem of academia. But I was hoping to get a full time job. My area of expertise is Ancient and Comparative Religions. Exciting, right?
One of the few perks for an AP is that I get an assigned cubicle in the Library. I call it my office. There isn't a door so anyone going by can see I'm working. But it's mine, all mine.
It's quiet, I can nap or read or prepare for classes without being disturbed. And that's where I spend most of my time when I am not teaching a class.
I'd just settled in when Jillian came by. She's one of the Assistant Librarians. And if you think Adjunct Professor in unimportant, well, Assistant Librarians makes us look like rock stars!
I'm sure that you've seen Jillian. You may not have noticed her but you've seen her. Jillian is every cliche of a Librarian. Stick thin. Drab hair pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head. Skirt to mid calf and billowing around her as she moves. White blouse under a half buttoned cardigan. Dish water blue eyes. Behind thick glasses, of course.
Without acknowledging me she dropped a small pile of books on my desk and left. By the time I realized that one of books were not meant for me it was too late and she was out of sight.
"Crap" I muttered to myself. I would have to get the book back to the front desk. Oh well.
The book was an old one. Bound in leather of some sort. The cover had an embossed profile of a woman. She was very obviously female. Her profile looked like a upper case P. Yeah, just like that: P.
Look; I'm a boob man. Always have and always will be. So the cover was interesting and I opened it up to see what it was about.
What it was about was about a long time ago. It was not written in any script I'd ever seen. A little like ancient Hebrew. Or older. But for some reason it seems to make sense to me. Almost like I could hear it in my head as I'm looking at it.
It seemed to be a collection of prayers or entreatments. It was only about 50 pages long. By the time I get to the last couple of pages my mouth is moving in sync with the sounds in my head. I'm mumbling under my breath as I find parts that I can sort of read when someone asks me what I want.
"What is it that you seek, young man?" the voice asked.
"Huh?" I had thought I was alone. I looked around, there was no one there.
"I asked what is it that you seek, Sirrah." Sirrah? I still didn't see anyone.
"Wha,” I never was the quickest guy around. "Who's there?"
"God! You summoned Me! Get to the point." I heard frustration in the voice now.
I summoned? Me?
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about and I still can't see you!" There's that quick witted response I was so famous for.
"You red from the book. You summoned me. What is it that you seek?" The lights flickered and went out.
"There was a time I could have darkened the Sun!" The voice said. It sounded peeved. "How many years have passed?"
"Um, I have no idea?" I ventured.
"Let me explore." I got the feeling of being alone but only for a few moments. Then the Presence was back.
"Alright. I'm up to date. Here's the 411. You have summoned me from a rest of more generations than you could conceive. In the time of Ago there were many like me. Now, most of us are gone. Lack of followers I suppose. They left for other realms, other, you would call them, dimensions.
"But there are still some that continue to worship as they did in the past. In that time Ago you would have been an Acolyte or Priest of mine instead of studying other more recent iterations.
"You do however, still revere the tenants that were the basis of my worshipers."
"Um," I broke into the monologue. "Exactly what was it that you worshiped?" It seemed unlikely but everything I was hearing seemed to have a ring of truth to it.
"Look inward, sonny boy! What is it that You worship?"
"Guh, you mean,” my voice died away in a gurgle. Was the voice suggesting what I thought? "Boobs!" the voice boomed. "TItS, BREASTS, Juggs of the jumbo size! You adore, admire, love and worships big tits! The bigger, the better!"
"Well," I temporized, "I wouldn't say,”
"I damn well would, kid! I can see right thru you, you know! I can see what lurks under that veneer of sophistication. And I can see how you have been and how you have wished and hoped to be!
"Well, this is your lucky day! I may not be able to darken the Sun any longer, apparently that's bad for the climate, but I can sure as Hell make one of my last Acolytes get some satisfaction! So, here's the deal, bucko! You are going to have a lot of fun! Your desires will be met. You needs will be satisfied. Your thirsts will be slaked! You will achieve those things that you have hoped for without knowing.
"Your life is about to become magical! I'll be back to check on you in a while.
"Have fun, sport!" The voice stopped and the Presence seemed to fade away. The lights flickered back on.
I looked around. No one was with in sight. I was all alone.
When I went to the front desk no one had noticed the power failure. And the book, when I handed it back across the desk, no longer had the embossed profile of an impossibly busty woman on it.
"Working too hard," I decided. I headed home, showered and slept.
A week later I noticed that my pants were looser. I'd lost five pounds in a week.
Otherwise, nothing happened. I still looked at the coeds at Tennessee Institute for Technology and Science. I prowled the Internet for busty porn. And I dreamed of the day I could hook up with some woman with a magnificent set of badonkadonks. I lost another three pounds. I found that I was able to climb the five flights of stairs to my cubicle with out getting short of breath.
The Presence may have been right about my interest in the fair sex with the large mounds on their chests. But the reality had always been that I had admired from afar. The one memorable event I had had was a brief dalliance with a girl in High School. She'd sported a larger than average pair. But, as I had found out, most of it was cotton, not flesh. She padded her bras. It was enough to make a grown man cry, let alone a virginal eighteen year old. Since then I'd had a few experiences but none over a 'C' cup. Most of the time I couldn't even muster the courage to approach a well-constructed woman. The larger the bust the more inarticulate I became.
A few weeks after what I had begun to think of as 'my delusion' Mrs. Anderson smiled at me when I picked up my mail. Mrs. Anderson had never smiled at me before.
In fact, thinking back on it, I realized that several young ladies had smiled at me recently.
I had almost recovered from that surprise when it happened again. When Jillian stopped by my cubicle with a couple of books I'd requested she said "Hi."
Another break from the usual. She actually said hello and looked at me for a moment. But just a moment and then she was gone again.
In the next week over a dozen ladies smiled at me as I passed. And one of the baristas where I got my coffee asked me if I "liked it hot?"
She was flirting with me! That had never happened before.
Slowly it sank into my brain that things were some how different. Two things finally penetrated my fossilized brain: One, I was seeing a lot more cleavage, tight sweaters, and blouses that strained to cover bountiful bosoms. Along with shorts and tight skirts. All the girls on campus were showing off more and more. I put it down to the advent of Spring. And Two, I gained some weight in the crotch. I'd never been what you might call "hung.” But I seemed to have gained some heft. I was at least an inch longer and a bit thicker than before. More of the promises made by The Presence?
Then Alice, another Assistant Librarian, stepped into my cubicle.
"I need a hand. Can you help?" I agreed and we walked down the hall to the storage closet. She had lost some files and thought that they may have fallen behind some cabinets.
Sure enough, I was just tall enough to dig them out from where they had landed.
"Oh, goodie! You found them! I thought that they were lost for sure!" Alice was bouncing in excitement. Her cable knit cardigan rose and fell loosely with her movement.
"Glad to help" I answered. As I turned to put the folders onto the desk she flung her arms around me and hugged herself to me.
"Umm," I was surprised. She had never even touched me before. Now here I was, able to feel her body against mine. Able to feel her thighs, her crotch rubbing mine. I was able to feel her surprisingly full breasts as they pressed against my torso. It had the expected effect. I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I could feel the swelling begin as the shaft straightened out and began to stiffen in my pants.
She could feel it as well. Instead of moving away from me she pulled herself tighter against me.
"Umm, I never noticed how cute you are," she breathed, looking into my eyes. "How did I never notice you before?"
"Umm," Her eyes were locked on mine as she lifted herself up to kiss me. On auto pilot, I responded in kind as we locked lips briefly. Her tongue darted out to caress my lips as she pulled away.
"And how could I have not seen this?" her voice rose in pitch as she cupped my crotch in her right hand. "You have a nice cock, don't you? A really nice cock!' She glanced up. "I like cocks, you know."
She licked her lips while caressing my still growing shaft. She sighed as she laid her head against my chest. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breath as her excitement grew.
"I can't wait to see this!" she exclaimed. She pulled back and was on her knees before I could react.
"Now you just stand still while I assess the situation. This won't take long," she assured me.
Deftly she unfastened my belt, pulled my pants to my ankles and yanked my shorts down. My half hard cock bounced out into the open and hung in front of her stunned expression.
"Jesus! This is a nice cock," she yelped. "So nice!"
"This is the nicest fucking cock I've ever seen! How have you been able to keep this under wraps so long?" I'd never heard her swear before. She was always so demure. She was staring up at me while both hands were running up and down my cock. She didn't seem so demure now!
"Urgh,” It was all I could say as I felt her lips caress the tip of my rapidly stiffening cock.
Her tongue flashed out. Slithering around the head of my cock, she then dragged her mouth down to the root of my shaft before she pulled back up and wrapped her lips around the cock head and sucked lightly.
"What a pretty cock! I just love it!" she exclaimed.
Reaching up from her kneeling position she swiftly unbuttoned my shirt. She stood up and while sweeping the shirt off my shoulders she again pressed herself against my torso.
"Oh, you feel so good! You're so muscular!" She was right. Looking down I could see that I had developed a firm six pack to replace the slight paunch that I had come to accept in the past few years. I looked damn good!
"You look so damn good." She echoed my thoughts. "I just want to eat you up!" Her eyes roamed over my body while she pulled her sweater off and dropped her knee length denim skirt to the floor. She wore only a modest pair of panties and a bra that was larger than I would have guessed.
She grabbed my cock in one hand and pulled it into her mouth. With her other hand she released her bra and dropped it to the floor.
Her mouth was flashing up and down my cock. She was taking more and more in on each stroke. I cupped her head in my hands and encouraged her to suck my cock. It felt wonderful. Her free hand was squeezing and pulling on her boobs.
"I need to feel this in me," she exclaimed as she hoisted herself up on the work table. "Come on, fuck my hot wet cunt!" Yeah, really not so demure now.
I moved into position between her legs and slowly fed her the head and then most of the shaft of my cock. It was as if I'd practiced the maneuver.
"Oh, that feels so good when you slide it in and out," she moaned. Her hips started to move beneath me.
At first I was so caught up in the events that were happening that I didn't notice anything except the hot, tight cunt that I was ravaging. Then, as I settled into a rhythm, I noticed.. a few things were happening.
As I watched, her hair lightened in color, become a very pale blonde, almost white. It grew longer and longer. And her skin, formerly a pasty, ashen hue, was becoming tan while her freckles disappeared, one after the other. For some reason this didn't freak me out. I just kept up pushing myself into her as fast and as hard as I could.
"Oh, baby, I want to drink you down when you cum," she moaned. "Let me know when you're ready so I can wrap my lips around your cock, honey!"
No one had ever offered to do that before, it made my cock twitch to think of it.
"Not yet," I responded. "Just a few more strokes, your cunt feels so good!"
"When ever you're ready, stud." she told me. "When ever you're ready." She smiled up at me as I slid back and forth on top of her.
I watched as she moved. Her chest seemed to swell. Her nipples were slowly drawing closer to my chest as we fucked. Her mounds blossomed. She had been a B-Cup when we started. She was bigger now. Firmer too! Those bigger breasts jiggled firmly and they were still getting bigger!
At the same time her waist drew in, her abdomen becoming more defined while her boobs continued growing. They were real melons now. Perfect, pink and erect, her nipples jiggled and shook as we moved against each other.
Finally I could take it no longer.
"Now," I groaned as I pulled back. I slapped my cock against her lips and she sucked it in as far as she could. Her lips, which had been some what on the thin side were now lush pillows which clung greedily to my shaft while her hands encouraged me to blast my load down her throat.
My shaft seemed longer than when we had started but she made no mention of my apparent growth. She just growled in her throat and sucked harder and harder. I was right on the verge when she cupped my balls and massaged them to encourage me to blow!
She was groaning and moaning while slurping up all the juice I had to offer. Rope after rope of cum shot from my cock and was greedily gulped down her throat! Her tongue flashed out to lick up every bit that remained on my shaft as I slid to rest beside her. Both hands were now stroking my shaft to glean all the cum she could find.
"Yummy," she sighed as she finished licking off her hands. "But we better get back to work now." She seemed reluctant to let me go but she slowly stood up and stretched in front of me.
I took the opportunity to catalog the changes that had occurred as we fucked.
The most obvious was the serious increase in her bust! She had started as, perhaps, a B-cup. She was now much larger. I guessed that she was an F-cup. Her waist had shrunk and her abdomen was tight with lightly defined muscles that flexed as she bent to pick up her clothes.
Her clothes were different, too! Her formerly prosaic bra would never have fit her new endowments. But this bra fit wonderfully! Gathering her breasts up, forming a deep, alluring cleavage this bra fastened in the front between her boobs. Those boobs surged upward, just overflowing the cups. It was a cock hardening sight. Even though I had just emptied my balls I felt my cock twitch at the new look.
She slid into a thong and pulled on her skirt. No longer loose and flowing, it was skin tight and required her to hop a few times to draw it up into place. I thought her boobs were going to jump out of their cups!
The skirt was really short. When she stood up her finger tips brushed her bared thighs below her hemline!
She pulled a top over her bra. It was just long enough to almost reach her skirt. Her navel peeked out as she put her arms in the sleeves of her sweater. No longer a cable knit cardigan it was now a red wool item that buttoned up the front.
Alice only buttoned the last four buttons. The sweater, unlike the one she had worn into the workroom did nothing to hide her more than ample bosom. Instead it framed and focused attention on those magnificent breasts which projected outward from her chest.
Smiling down at herself she plumped her boobs.
"If you got 'em, flaunt 'em, I always say!" she grinned up at me. "What do you think, stud?"
"I like it," I admitted. "You look a lot different." I ventured.
"Different? How? I've been chesty since Junior High. These Double F boobs are my pride and joy! I love the attention they get me. I've been thinking about working at a tittie bar. But now I'm not so sure," she cupped my groin while smirking up at me.
Come on, stud. Time to get back to work!" She strutted out the door. Her ass was clasped tightly by her brief skirt as she flounced down the hall.
Our Adventure Continues.
A week went by. After that episode with Alice I started to pay more attention to what was going on around me. More and more I was seeing large breasts every where. And cleavage. Tight sweaters, low cut blouses. Mini skirts and short shorts abounded. The girls were flaunting it, those that had it. And more and more seemed to have it! Every where I looked I saw bouncing boobs and erect nipples making themselves evident thru blouses and sweaters.
I was still losing weight. When I stepped into the shower every morning I noticed that I was looking to be in better shape. Tighter, more muscular. And my cock seemed to be expanding. I measured myself at over nine inches long and just thicker than I could reach around with one hand. Damned impressive, I thought.
Two days later Jillian showed up at my cubicle. She hadn't been around for the last few weeks and truth be told, I hadn't missed her. But she was back. At least I thought it was her.
"Um, Jillian?" I asked the young lady standing in my entryway.
"Hi," she breathed. "How are you?"
"You, you, ah, you look different", I stumbled.
"I've decided to let the outside match the inside, honey. What do you think?" She twirled in place, giving me a quick look of back and front.
"Um, it's a change," I admitted.
"Of course, silly! That's the point, isn't it?" She giggled fetchingly at the look on my face. I don't think that I had ever heard her giggle before.
"A few weeks ago I realized that I wasn't happy with the way things were going in my life. I decided to make some long overdue changes. What do you think?
I took a moment to look her up and down. There were a lot of changes! Where to start? The over all look was no longer that of an Assistant Librarian. She looked more like a prototypical starlet. A porn starlet! What was once mousey brown hair was now blonde - just long enough to be pulled into a pony tail that would reach to her bum. She was wearing make up, another first. Dark eye shadow, expertly applied, highlighted her eyes while her lips were covered in a liquid scarlet color. Somehow her cheek bones were more prominent, it seemed.
Her feet were encased in heels that raised her almost four inches in height. Her curvy, muscular legs were bared almost to her hips. She was wearing a pair of the tightest denim short-shorts that I had ever seen. And her tightly muscled mid section was visible below the skin tight crop top that barely covered her breasts.
And that was the really big change. I had never seen her with breasts. She had never had breasts! I had heard that she ran marathons in college. Now she had a pair of cantaloupe sized boobs that powered straight ahead of her. She didn't have on a bra but her boobs didn't sag at all! Her erect nipples led the charge, looking like they could cut thru the fabric at any moment. She was standing with her hands perched on her hips, her arms pulled back which really emphasized her bust line. She grinned up at me.
"Like I said, I decided to make the outside match the inside. So I took out some money from my 401(k) and found a plastic surgeon that would do what I wanted. And I love it!"
"What did you want?" I asked, disbelievingly.
"I told you! I wanted to look the same on the outside as I have always looked on the inside! If you could have seen what was going on inside me before, you would agree this is perfect. Well, almost perfect. I'm still not quite where I want to be."
She swayed toward me. Her feet were a little unsteady in the high heels. She nestled up against me. Her boobs pressed solidly against my chest as she gazed up into my eyes. I could feel her tight little body all the way from my chest to below my crotch. Her leg slipped between mine and she rubbed her thigh against my rapidly hardening cock. She smirked at me and her hand stroked my chest as she continued.
"I've always felt betrayed by my appearance. But until recently I didn't have the nerve to do anything about it. But now I'm going to make up for lost time." She smiled at my expression.
"Oh, gosh, if you had only known. Inside that drab exterior I was cursed with, I was a hot, horny, slut! If anyone had asked I would have done almost anything. I would have sucked cock. I would have fucked as many men as I could. I would have worn out my lovers with all sorts of dirty, dirty things! But it was like I was trapped!
Well, I've broken the bonds that held me back!"
Her breasts were solid bowls of excitement as she slowly grazed them back and forth against me. I'd never felt such solid boobs! There was was almost no flex to them.
"I've always been so thin," she explained. "I wanted to be so much more feminine. These are the largest implants I could talk the doctor into using. I love the look!" Stepping back a short step she lifted the crop top to expose her tits.
They almost literally exploded from her chest! There was no hint of sag or softness. They were actually smaller where they met her chest than they were near their midpoint. Her skin was stretched tightly across her boobs. The erect nipples were perched high on those impressive mounds, seeming to want to leap free and land between my lips.
"Holy crap!" I blurted. "Those are,” I had no idea how to finish that sentence.
"Big, hot, fucking tits!" she completed for me. "These are the tits I was supposed to be blessed with! Big, fat, titties that draw men like flies! No matter what I wear, they poke out and make people look at them!," she was gently stroking them. Both hands pulled and tugged on her nips causing her to inhale in excitement.
"It feels even better if you were to do it, lover. Here!" she drew my hands up and clapped them against herself. I felt her hardened nipple in the center of each palm.
Without thought I squeezed and manipulated her titties. There was very little give to them. They were so much more solid than any other tits I had ever felt.
"The Doc said that they would loosen up a little with time," she told me as if she had red my mind. "We'll see."
She groaned as I kept up working over her big boobs.
She spun in my embrace. Pushing her tight little ass against my hard on she groaned with lust as I continued to squeeze and caress her rock hard titties. I couldn't take my eyes or hands off them. Looking down over her shoulders I gaped at how far out they stuck! These were some seriously big tits on what had been a flat chested, skinny little bookworm!
"Oh, that feels so good. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get my titties done!" she sighed. "I'm glad I insisted that we go big. The Doctor only wanted me to go to a "C" cup. I insisted on these "E" cup puppies!" She groaned again as my fingers pinched her nipples. She was still rubbing herself back against me. My cock was starting to feel cramped in my pants!
"Let me try something I've wanted to do for years," she gasped.
She slid to her knees in front of me and released my belt buckle. In seconds she had my pants and underwear around my ankles.
"Oh, pretty!" she husked as she wrapped her hands around my cock. I was almost at full hardness. Just a couple of strokes from her soft, warm hands had me at full length, quivering in excitement.
"Let me get you wet. I need you to be slippery!" She reached out with her tongue and licked my shaft from my balls to the tip of my penis, a trip of almost 10 inches length.
"Now, I've always wanted to do this," she glanced up at me. Sitting up straight she pushed her chest out and pushed my cock between her tits. It took some work, it was as if her tits didn't want to be pushed away from each other. As if they didn't want to be separated. Once Jillian had me in place she took her hands away. My cock was trapped between her big, solid titties!
Grinning lewdly up at me her body rose and fell. Her tits retained their hold on my cock. She was tit fucking me! Literally, Tit Fucking me. No hands! Just the pressure of those explosive boobs holding me in place, stroking and caressing me in her cleavage with no outside assistance.
I hadn't had many tit fucks before. I doubted that many women had the breasts to be able to do it with out having to hold their tits together around the lucky cock they were fucking. It felt amazing.
The look on Jillian's face was one of extreme excitement. She was really getting off on how she could manipulate my cock with just her tits. I was too!
"I'm going to cum," I announced.
"No! Not so soon! I want to play!" Jillian pulled away from me. My cock was pulled almost parallel before snapping free of the tight clasp of her amazing breasts. It thumped solidly against my torso before she wrapped both hands around it.
Pursing her lips she gave the head of my cock a wet juicy kiss. She slipped the tip into her mouth and began to suck noisily. Wet liquid sounds filled the cubicle as she worked. Her tongue went crazy on the tip of my cock.
Between wet sucking and flickering tongue lashing Jillian was moaning and sighing with arousal.
"Such a pretty cock," she moaned. "So big, so hard! So Pretty!"
Her hands worked their way up and down the shaft, pulling more and more precum from my balls, raising my level of excitement with each moment.
She drew her head back and ran her tongue around and around my cock head while she looked me in the eyes. She was smirking up at me. She knew what I was feeling.
"Does this feel good? I knew I would be good at this! I always thought I'd be good at giving blow jobs. I love cocks! I love feeling them in my mouth! I like the taste of cum, too. I can't deep throat yet. I have to learn to suppress my gag reflex. But I'll get good at that too!" she promised. She was snuggling her cheek against my steel hard cock as she spoke.
I had no doubt that she would learn to deep throat a cock! In the meantime, she had me on the brink of blowing a huge load all over her!
"Jillian, I'm going to cum. Don't stop, keep doing what you are doing, let me feed you my cum!" I begged.
"Are you ready? Are you going to cum for me? Let me catch it!"
She pulled away a few inches and rested my cock on her extended tongue. She flashed her tongue tip up and down, licking the underside of my cock head before resting it again on her lower lip.
"Oh God!" I groaned. "Here it cums!"
The first wad of jizz blew from my cock with such force it startled Jillian. She jerked away but then pointed my cock back at her face. Rope after rope of cum splattered over her. Some landed in her hair and on her face, some dashed against her chest and tits. She even managed to get some into her open mouth.
"Oh, so yummy," she exclaimed. "I love it so much. Feed me more, lover, feed me more!" She jammed my cock into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could. Pushing her mouth down the shaft she buried almost half of me past her lips. Her tongue was going wild, trying to extract more cum from my cock.
Finally, having pulled every drop from me that she could, she slowly stood up. She dragged her tits against me as she did so, giving me another example of how firm and round they were.
"That was so much fun, honey" she panted, catching her breath. I can't wait to do it again!"
"You'll have to give me some time to recover, Jillian." I wanted to sit down.
"That's okay," she replied. "There are plenty of other fish in the sea. And I'm going to catch as many of them as I can!" With a saucy grin she flipped her crop top back down to cover her boobs, turned and left me standing there.
Gathering my strength I decided it was time to go home. I needed to take some time to recover!
I headed toward the stairwell. As I passed one of the shared cubicles I heard Jillian's voice.
"Enough chit-chat. Let me ask you: What do you think of these!"
There was a moment of silence before I heard chairs being pushed back and furniture being moved.
"Oh, yes, honey bunnies, Oh, yes. One on each of my big hot titties! That’s so good! Just keep doing that!"
"Mumph, mumph, ah! Mumph maaw," was the only response.
I shook my head as I continued toward the exit. I feared that Jillian would wear our half the faculty if she kept this up. The male half at least!
Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3, Testing.
Sitting on my favorite bench I watched as college cuties paraded by. Short skirts, tight shorts, cut off tee shirts, skin tight knit tube tops. All the girls were wearing sexy clothes to class. And none of them seemed to be sporting anything smaller than a D cup. And that particular girl was under five feet tall and those beauties jutted from her chest as if rocket propelled!
I love watching women parading proudly in public, showing off all that they have to offer. I'd never seen so much quivering, jiggling, bobbing, jostling and generalized movement under blouses, sweaters and crop tops than I had in the past weeks. And there was more than exhibitionism going on. We were experiencing a return to the days of free love that I had heard so much about.
I'd had my share of hot women in the past couple of months. Alice and Jillian had been only the beginning. I had had randy, enthusiastic sex with over half a dozen women. It seemed that there was a steady stream of willing eager, well built women looking to share their bodies with me. And those bodies, with out fail, were stacked! It was amazing! And the women on campus were still changing. Inches were being added here and subtracted there. It all added up to having the average bra sale in town rise from a B cup to a D cup! And Double D was catching up fast!
And I was also changing. The nerd was history. I was now a fit, mid-twenties stud. I had a six pack. A constantly rampant cock that stretched over 9 inches when hard. And that stretched every cunt it penetrated since it was over 3 and 1/2 inches diameter. I'd never had a complaint from the women I'd fucked. They all seemed to love it!
I was enjoying life!
Sitting on that bench, I felt something odd, like a subtle dimming of the light. There was no outward change. The sun continued to shine brightly. It was as if a filter had come between me and the rest of the world.
"How’s it going, sport?" It was The Presence, back again.
"Really, really well, thanks," I replied.
"So glad to hear it", there was a tinge of something in Its voice.
"What brings you around," I asked.
"Well, it’s a little embarrassing, sport.”
"Don't shilly-shally, get to the point," no way to address a God but I hoped he would get to the point and leave me alone. Things were going so well. I was afraid it might get screwed up. Messing with Gods can get you in trouble!
"Well, I made a little bet with another of my peers. You know, for fun." He really did sound apologetic.
"I guess that I'm somehow involved in this little bet?" I hazarded.
"Well, yes, sport, you are. So you are going to be tested in the next couple of days. Now don't worry," he hastened to add, "nothing bad is going to happen to you, it's just a little game. And I'll be backing you up, helping out, so to speak. You have nothing to worry about. Just play along and don't freak out. Everything, you that is, will be fine!"
I wondered what was really happening. But I knew that there was nothing I could do about it now.
I was about to ask further when the filter lifted and I was once again along with my thoughts and my girl-watching.
Two days later I got a notice from the administration. One of the more generous alumni was thinking about endowing a chair in ancient and comparative religions. He wanted to interview me as a potential recipient.
On the appointed day Mrs. Anderson, that mountain of a woman, barely acknowledged me while directing me to meet our benefactor at the Chancellors'.
So Wilbur "Will" Brubaker and his wife met me in the Chancellor's office for the interview. He was about what I expected. Overweight, pompous and older. His wife was not expected.
Apparently many, many, years younger than her husband, Mrs. Barbra Brubaker was obviously a trophy wife. And what a trophy! Over six feet tall even without the stiletto heels she was wearing, she towered over her husband. Even with the co-eds getting hotter and hotter thanks to The Presence, this was a spectacular specimen! It took all my concentration to remember that her husband was even in the room!
Her riot of blonde hair cascaded midway down her back. It contrasted with the skin tight, black knit dress she wore. Her minuscule waist was emphasized by a white belt, four inches wide. The hem ended almost equidistant between her hips and her knees. The fabric clung desperately to her unbelievable curves. A zipper strained to hold the halves of the top together over a pair of enormous bowls of flesh that powered outward obscenely. Her hips flared dramatically below that tiny waist. Her lips were plush pleasure pillows, her expertly applied make up emphasized sultry brown eyes behind long sweeping eye lashes.
They sat on the sofa while I occupied an arm chair across the coffee table from them. Mrs. Brubaker made a production of crossing her mile long legs while smiling benignly at me. I made a point of not glancing at her legs. I was sure that there was more thigh being exposed than would be good for my libido to admire.
None the less I felt a stirring in my loins. This was not going to be an easy afternoon to get thru.
It got no easier. Mr. Brubaker launched into a long, drawn out explanation of how he had amassed his wealth and how he intended to improve things at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. He was a very long winded, pompous individual.
As he yammered on and on, Mrs. Brubaker recrossed her legs several times. I could not help but notice that each time she did there was more and more toned, tanned thigh on display. I caught her smiling at me when she noticed I was glancing at those legs. There was a flicker of amusement in her smirk, a devilish look of enjoyment in the way she was drawing my attention. She arched her eyebrow at me while favoring me with a dazzling smile.
Despite my best intentions I found I was giving more focus to the remarkable Mrs. Brubaker and her amazing pulchritude than to Mr. Brubaker with his amazingly dull tale of business success.
She arched her back. She crossed her legs. Every time she fidgeted she flaunted her amazing figure. She accentuated her bosom, pushing her chest toward me. Arching her back to emphasize how outlandish her figure was. Those tits just seemed determined to gain their freedom from behind the stretched knit fabric!
Still, it took me by surprise when she caught my eye and winked at me!
Pursing her lips at me she pulled down her zipper a few inches to reveal her creamy, lightly tanned upper chest. The beginnings of what I was sure was a spectacular cleavage bulged into sight. She glanced up at me from under her eyelashes with a small grin. Her push-up bra was forcing crescents of bosom into the opening,
Watching for my reaction she hunched her shoulders pressing her biceps against the outer curve of her bosom. The zipper strained to control all that was behind it but was forced down another inch or two by the pressure from her straining mammary mounds. She licked her lips while keeping eye contact with me.
Paying no attention to her husband she grinned at me and pulled down the zipper to expose several more inches of her cleavage. She had gone from fully covered to serious decolletage in moments! And I was watching every second of it. Mr. Brubaker didn't seem to even notice what was happening right next to him!
I was becoming a little uncomfortable. My cock was hardening, making me squirm, trying to find a position that didn't cramp my crotch. Mrs. Brubaker saw my reaction to her teasing and it served to increase her efforts!
Smirking she leaned forward a bit, reached up with both hands and cupped her melons. They were much more than a single handful! She remained leaning toward me while she shook and plumped her mounds, forcing more and more flesh from behind her dress. Her zipper slid down even further. A sliver of perfect pink areola was revealed on each side while larger and larger amounts of breast flesh came out to show off. Her zipper pull was just a bit lower than the mid-point of her breasts marked by the pointed nipples that stood at attention.
Almost a quarter of each massive, solid breast was exposed. They were huge! They were perfect! Jutting forward from her chest each boob seemed to yearn for freedom. Her nipples were obvious, making dents in the fabric as she squeezed, pinched and stroked herself. Her eyes were locked on mine while she flaunted herself for my enjoyment right in front of her husband!
Who continued to seem oblivious to what was happening?
It finally got to the point that I had to do something. Reaching down I adjusted my cock so that it was pointing down my pant leg, not folded in half in my crotch or pushing up under my shirt.
Mrs. Brubaker's eyes locked on to my thigh. The thick tube of my half erect cock was obvious. And it captured her attention! She licked her lips again while staring at my lap.
Figuring I was in for a penny, I decided to be in for a pound. I slowly ran my hand up from my crotch to the head of my cock. In response it grew another inch or two. Her eyes widened as she watched my expansion.
Mrs. Brubaker quickly smiled at me and then returned her attention to my lap. Her hands continued to massage her partially exposed bosom while I watched.
"What are you doing, young man?" asked Mr. Brubaker. He apparently had become aware of the interplay between his wife and I.
"Oh, do shut up, Will," she demanded while looking me in the eye. "Young man, do you think you have a big cock?"
"Yes. Yes I do," I replied. No one would call a nine inch long cock small!
"Humph," she snorted. "I doubt it. But go ahead, show me!"
"Barbra, please!" We both glanced at the old man.
"Shut up!" she barked. "You know the rules! Now pipe down!"
Without thought I had stood up and was now standing in front of Mrs. Brubaker.
"Sir, I protest!" he sputtered.
"Shut up!" I responded. "Sit there and watch or get out!"
I have no idea where the nerve came from. I was unbuckling and unzipping while speaking to the fat old idiot.
My cock was still not completely erect but it was solid enough that when I slapped Mrs. Brubaker cheek it made a satisfying thud. A smear of pre-cum was left behind as I slid the head of my cock to the other side of her face.
I let go of my cock as I pushed my pants down to my ankles. Her hand rose, almost unbidden, to collect my precum. Rather than wipe it off, she took it to her mouth and licked it off. Her tongue flickered out to make sure she got it all. All the time her eyes were on mine.
I smiled down at her, ignoring her spluttering husband.
I smeared my cock head against her lips. She turned her head away avoiding my cock head but at the same time allowing my long, hardening cock's shaft to push across her lips. It looked so good, forcing her lips apart, scraping across her teeth. As I pushed my hips toward her my cock seemed to expand, growing longer and thicker every second.
When I pulled back from her, my cock, still not completely hard, hung at least twelve inches in front of me! I don't know why I didn't freak out. I was inched longer than I had ever been. Somehow, it seemed to make sense.
Grabbing her by the hair I forced her to face me. I pressed my cock against her lips. She tried to keep her lips together but I was able to press against her teeth.
Smiling down into her eyes, I jiggled my cock against her mouth. Slowly her teeth parted. She took the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue as it wiggled and probed the slit seeking precum. My cock head filled her mouth. She could only just get her lips over the edge of my glans. She was looking up at me, her eyes starting to droop closed in pleasure as she savored the heat and texture of the cock head she was working on.
She began to move her head. Slowly, back and forth, soft whimpering sounds coming from her as she slid further and further. Soon enough she was taking almost nine inches at a time. And there was still more! I watched, trying to not freak out as my cock lengthened and thickened as she worked! Longer, thicker, more massive. Even my balls were growing apace as Mrs. Brubaker took more and more rock hard cock into her throat.
Her hands had been playing with her tits as she had worked but now they came up and held my cock steady as she took more and more hard cock.
I pulled away, as my cock popped out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound, she moaned and looked up at me.
"Well? Do I have a big cock?"
"Oh, yeah, you do! I wasn't sure at first. But this has to be almost sixteen inches long!" she exulted. "I love big, hard cocks. And this is a Really big cock!" Her hands were caressing the entire sixteen inch length as it quivered in front of me. "I love a hard challenge! And taking this cock to the root is going to be a challenge!"
Without another word she swanned her neck forward and took my cock head back into her mouth. Slowly, moving back and forth, she took more with each trip. Her eyes were alight with lust as she continued to force more and more of me down her throat. I could feel my cock head forcing its way thru her gullet. It was an amazing sensation! Barbra was mewling in pleasure, moaning and sobbing in time with her movements.
I put my hands on each side of her head and began to thrust forward. More and more slid down her throat. I could see the bulge my cock made in her throat as it moved up and down. She seemed to have no gag reflex at all, she was taking all that I had! My cock fur was pressed tight against her nose as she held herself tightly against me. What a cock sucker!
"I'm going to cum," I announced.
She pulled back long enough to demand that I cum in her mouth and then she pulled the tip of my cock head between her lips.
She smirked up at me while whacking me off as fast as she could. I groaned deep in my chest as the first of many spurts of cum raced up the length of my cock and sprang out into her mouth. Again and again a pulse of cock juice jetted into her mouth.
She had to swallow finally after her mouth was over flowing with my cum. The next two ejaculations hit her closed lips and seeped down her chin to drip onto her tits, cleavage and dress.
I finally stopped cumming after giving up what seemed like half a cup of jizz. Barbra scooped up the overflow from her chin and shoveled it into her mouth. Licking her lips to be sure that she had it all, she grinned up at me.
"That was great, but I hope you have more! After all, I haven't had this big boy in my cunt yet!" She was lightly stroking my still stiff cock as she spoke. Leaning forward, she bestowed a light kiss on my cock head.
She quickly stood up and ripped off her dress. She tossed it toward her husband. It draped over him like a shroud while he sputtered and fussed. Neither I nor Barbra paid him any attention.
She forced me to sit and stood proudly while I looked her up and down. What an amazing figure she had! Even with all the amazing development the students, staff and faculty had undergone in the past months this amazing woman would have gotten all the attention in a room.
She was tall, slender at the waist and hips with an amazing pair of breasts. They were deep, wide and hugely big in a sneaky way. I mean the proportions were such that on first glance you would notice that she was really built. But upon careful inspection she was REALLY huge! They didn't sag. They stood almost straight outward. Wider than her shoulders the nipples were rampantly erect and sat peeking upward more than a foot in front of her chest. She had no underwear!
Barbra had no need of a push up bra! Her breasts seemed to be trying to leap free from her chest.
"Now, honey, lets see if you can fuck with this giant cock!" Her concern over whether my cock was big enough seemed to have passed. Now she was licking her lips in anticipation as she stood over my knees and lined up her cunt to take my cock.
Her dripping cunt lips were almost touching my cock head even though she was standing upright. This was one gigantic cock she was about to sit on! With a moan of lust she sank down. Nothing happened. With a grunt of effort she forced herself onto the tip of my cock.
She bit her lip as she forced herself down. The cock shaft didn't bend a bit as she put more and more of her weight behind her struggles.
Slowly, ever so slowly she began to drop down. Each inch she took elicited groans and moans of pleasure and pain. Her cunt lips were stretched so far I feared that they might split. But over the next few minutes she managed to take most of my steel stiff shaft. She pulled back, dropped down again and again.
Her amazing breasts were battering my face as she struggled to fuck herself on my erection. I reached up and ran my hands over her boobs, enjoying the texture, the heft and amazing size while she tried to take more and more. I wasn't doing any of the work and, while it felt amazing, I didn't feel any urge to cum yet. I figured I was getting some help from The Presence. I needed help to be able to satisfy this amazing creature!
When she was within a few inches of the bottom I began to thrust upwards. Shrieks of pleasure poured from her as she convulsed into a massive spasm of completion. She collapsed against me as she lost control of her muscles briefly. My face was buried between her hooters as she panted and moaned.
When she recovered I was on top of her and giving her foot long strokes with my vastly thick, sixteen inch long shaft. Her tits were bouncing and shaking with the pounding I was giving her.
Seeing that she was recovered, I started to speed up. Shifting my weight from side to side I varied my strokes, coming at her from different angles. I soon had Barbra taking most of my sixteen inch cock with each stroke. The results were predictable. She crashed into an earth-shaking orgasm as i pounded the back of her womb with each stroke.
Her arms and legs snapped out to clutch me to her as her abdomen clenched in convulsions of ecstasy.
Ignoring her cries of completion, I continued to slam my hips against her. Driving my huge cock into her spasming cunt time and again.
After several more orgasms, Barbra was no longer clutching herself to me. She was lying under neath me, eyes half shut while I kept on pounding and pounding. I've no idea where the energy came from. I was drenched in sweat, it dripped off me onto her body only to be smeared as we rocked back and forth.
"Oh, Gods, you are the best fuck," she yelled as I manipulated her clit and caused her to orgasm yet again. I don't think she was really aware of what she was saying or doing. She was just sobbing and crying and groaning and moaning in a delirium of ecstasy.
Pulling back my cock snapped out of her dripping wet cunt with a liquid sound. The emptiness of her cunt roused her to look up.
"Are you done?" she wondered.
"Not hardly! I think I'll get deeper if I turn you over," I announced as I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her front. Her breasts crushed into the cushions and one of her arms flailed out, causing her husband to flinch out of the way. I hadn't realized he was still there.
As I moved into position I felt an electric pulse course thru my cock. Rising up from my balls, slowly at first and then with increasing speed a tingling feeling swept from my root to my cock head. I felt my cock lurch in my grasp. As I watched in awe it grew longer. And thicker! By the time i was in place to ram my cock into her upturned, gaping, cunt I had grown another two inches in length and at least another inch in width! I was gigantic!
And, judging from the heartfelt groan, Barbra could tell.
"Oh, Gods, you're stretching my cunt!" she howled. "So big! Don't hurt me! Don't stop! Make me take it! Don't,” her voice faded away as I slowly over filled her cunt with my now horrendously large, monster cock.
I managed to finally stuff all of myself into her. She was panting and crying. Sobbing and crying, she didn't seem to be aware of where she was or what was going on. She wasn't pushing back at me. She was just crouched on all fours, breasts mashed under her chest, her hands were weakly pulling at the cushions trying to pull herself away from me.
I had a good grip on her hips, she wasn't going anywhere except if I let her. And the only thing I was going to let her do was crash into orgasm after orgasm. She had no control left. She was crying real tears as she lay under me.
As I felt myself finally coming to an eruption I pulled back out of her.
I flipped her back over as my shaft returned to its slightly smaller size. Slipping back between her loosely splayed legs I ignored her weak attempts to push me away. I dropped the root of my cock onto her cunt lips which elicited another moan from her and began to jack off with both hands.
As Barbra watched in a daze, only semi-conscious at best, rope after rope of cum blasted from my cock. The first several shots arched over her head to hit the wall behind the couch. I lowered my aim and hit the couch back before she took several loads on her face, breasts and chest.
Finally, almost done I shifted to her side and tried to feed her my cock head so that she could suck up the last few oozes of cum. She just lay there, unmoving as cum came out of my cock, rolled across her lips and down her chin.
"That was great!" I announced. "You're a good fuck, Barbra, a good fuck, indeed!"
She just groaned in response. Lying on the couch she was a mess. Legs akimbo, her cunt was dripping a combination of her juices and my ejaculate onto the cushion beneath her hips. There was cum in her hair, on her face, tits, shoulders, arms upper chest and between her amazing breasts!
"But I think we're done here, right?"
"Right you are son," surprisingly it was Mr. Brubaker that responded. "Help me get her dressed, will you?"
Between the two of us we got her back into her dress. Mr. Brubaker carried her shoes as he helped her get to her feet. They staggered toward the door. Most of her weight was leaning on him as they went.
"Well, I hope you're happy!" He told her as the left. "That young man fucked the Hell out of you!"
"No, he didn't" she mumbled.
"Are you kidding?" he mocked her. "Didn't you notice? He's still hard!"
"Oh, Gods, no, no more," she moaned in defeat. "Lets go home, Poppy."
He was grinning cheerfully as he waved goodbye to me and gave me a thumbs up.
To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by D D D Dave for Literotica.