More Fun In The Headmaster's Office [Pt. I]

Professor Jean Colbert's thoughts had been on Louise's familiar and little else over the last two days. That didn't set him apart from the rest of the academy at Toin seemed to be the main topic in everyone's conversations. But unlike most, his interests lie in the odd runes that had appeared on his hand as proof of his contract between Louise and him rather than the contents of his pants (not that he hadn't listened very carefully as Guiche described the young man's recent sexual conquests in vivid detail). At night, he had stayed late at the library researching various texts until he'd found out something so shocking, he'd made sure to get up first thing in the morning to see the Headmaster about it.

He burst into the man's office, "Old Osmond!"

"What is it?"

The headmaster was behind his desk with a somewhat sour look on his face that smoothed quickly, while his secretary sat at her smaller desk to the side, looking somewhat smug.

"I-I-I have some big news!" he rushed forward.

Osmond's tone contrasted with Jean's sharply as he evenly replied,"There is no such thing as big news. Everything is but a collection of small events."

"P-P-Please take a look at this!"

Jean reached across the desk and handed Osmond the book he had found last night.

"This is 'The Familiars of the Founder Brimir' is it not? Are you still going around digging up old literature like this?" The headmaster stroked his beard, smiling as he regarded Colbert with a twinkle in his eye, "Well now, if you have time to do that, please come around to this side of my desk. I have a task for you... Mister, err... What was it again?"

Jean quickly walked around, a bit taken back, "It's Colbert! You forgot?!"

"Right, right. Now I remember. It's just that you talked so fast I never really caught it. So, Colby, what is it about this book?" He pushed his chair back, turning it slightly towards Jean to reveal his robes pulled up, exposing his bony legs and the old man's member laying out upon his lap like a fat sausage. Even at rest it was perfectly clear that the headmaster was a larger man and Jean agreed to Osmond's request, "Ah. Yes, I'll tend to this while I talk. Please, take a look at this also!"

He set the sketch he'd made of the runes on Toin's left hand on the desk beside the book. Jean felt a bit of melancholy as he carefully knelt that his parents were long gone and he had no wife to witness but he set that feeling aside. He picked up Osmond's member, surprised by the weight of it, and began to stroke.

"Miss Longueville, would you please excuse us?" Osmond's expression had changed as he peered at the sketch.

Miss Longueville stood up and left the room as Jean worked the headmaster to a truly enormous erection. It was impossible not to think about Toin as he beheld it. Osmond spoke only after he confirmed she was properly outside.

"Explain this to me with every detail, Mister Colbert... and don't neglect the balls, mind you!"

Jean fervently explained his theory while doing his best to bring the headmaster to climax, dutifully sliding his hand up between his superior's legs to cup his scrotum.

"Gandalfr? Hmm..Yes...yes. I can see that. Toin is no ordinary lad, the bearer of the divine lance of virility" Osmond mused, stroking his beard.

"That's true! Adding that detail, Toin seems a worthy vessel, he's doubly blessed by Brimir! But... his summoner... Louise is hardly what one would think capable of such a feat..."

"Yes, yes... I wonder how that could have happened?" Osmond paused then called out, "Ah! Speaking of! Good morning, Toin, my boy!"

Jean's head whipped around to see that he'd failed to notice both Toin and the secretary enter the room. Truly, his old soldier instincts had withered away.

"Hey, what's up? Damn, just look at you two." Grinned the boy.

The green haired secretary sauntered around the desk's other side, hands on her well rounded hips as observed Jean's efforts upon Old Osmond's large penis, "Oh this is just sad. Please, cease. A magnificent endowment like this one deserves a woman's touch."

"Oh Miss Loungueville, you've changed your mind about an old man's little pleasures?"

She slipped between his legs and knelt with a smirk, "Oh there's nothing little about this man. But you owe Toin here for convincing me you might deserve a little relief. You're in his debt."

"Of course-of course! Thank you, my lad, you're the best!" Osmond happily replied as she took his cock from Jean and lowered her head to it, taking it into her mouth.

"Yesyesyes! Oh yes, that's the stuff!" Exclaimed Osmond as he gripped the arms of his chair and Jean sat back and looked over at Toin, his eyes naturally following the massive shape of what had to be an erection running down his left pantleg.

He'd been looking forward to working a no doubt impressive ejaculation out of Old Osmond's exceptionally large endowment, but any irritation towards Miss Loungueville was completely overruled by his interest in Toin, specifically the Founder's gifts he'd been bestowed. He got to his feet and approached the familiar. This was so exciting. The biggest discovery of the century - a Gandálfr born in the modern world!

Feeling a bit awkward as blood rushed to fill his member, but the simple truth was that the holy endowment that Toin bore between his legs was a vessel for divine pleasure that anyone could experience simply by thinking of it. He'd confirmed the truth with several 'experiments' late at night after his library excursions.

"Toin! I must apologize for not introducing myself when you were first summoned! I was quite bewildered by the surprise of Miss. Valierre getting a human as a familiar and I didn't recognize who you were!"

Toin was leaning over the desk watching Miss Loungueville tend to the headmaster with loud slurps and a ferocious movement of the head, one of his hands rubbing the bulge atop his thigh. He turned to Jean with an expectant look, "Well are you going to?"

"What?"

He snorted with amusement, "Are you going to introduce yourself?"

Jean felt his face flush red with embarrassment rather than arousal and he sputtered, "Oh-oh! I'm-I'm sorry- Colbert! Jean- Jean. Colbert thee uh Flame Snake! That's my name, well my Runic name is that last one."

"Heheh cool. Nice to meet you again. Heh, but uh isn't your nick name normally Fire Dick not Flame Snake?" remarked Toin as he went back to watching the scene taking place on the other side of the desk.

Colbert blinked, why had he tried to convince Toin that his runic name was Flame Snake? He was the Fire Dick, it was crass and he certainly would have rather the lengthy columns of flame he was known for back in the war be likened to serpents rather than penises, but once a name was earned or more truthfully bestowed by his bawdy companions there was little one could do.

"Ah. Yes, that's right, Toin." He admitted and took the opportunity to study the familiar's left hand and the faint shape of the Gandálfr runes. There was absolutely no mistaking it. A shiver went through him. Gandálfr was the familiar that the Founder used to protect himself during the extensive casting times of his tremendously powerful spells. It could annihilate an army of one thousand all by itself! Ordinary mages were said to be no match for it. Toin looked absolutely normal save for the divine lance he was currently rubbing against the edge of the desk- Oh!

"Toin-sir! Would you allow me the honor of stroking the lance you bear?"

"Really? You want to jerk me off? Just like that?"

"Of course!"

Toin stared at Jean for a moment before he shrugged and looked amused, muttering, "I really am a god now, aren't I? Heh. Sure. I'm going to need help getting out of my jeans now anyway. I sent my Page off, heheh."

"I will happily take care of that! I'll step in as Page in Guiche's absence. It would be an honor!" Jean swiftly knelt, hands moving to Toin's groin only to find himself somewhat stymied by what he found.

"Fascinating!" He'd never seen such fine craftsmanship in a pair of pants, the tiny perfectly uniform stitches, these jagged metal teeth, ah..pull this down. "Where did you get these- Ah!"

Toin suddenly unsnapped them himself with a quick practiced move of his hands and Jean pulled the tight pants down, dragging the boy's undergarments at the same time. It was a bit of a struggle to get them down as the spear was jammed into one pant-leg that was designed for just one leg, not two! But succeed he finally did and he was soon gaping in wonder at the Founder's divine lance in all its glory. He watched it lengthen and swell, rising now that it was free. The large mushroom-shaped head crowned a regal shaft that easily doubled Osmond's sizeable tool! It continued to grow, monstrously large, easily as long as his forearm and corded with thick, pulsing veins. The familiar’s cock, now fully erect, arched outward, hanging over the desk and throbbing in time to the Toin's heartbeat. It truly was a lance of pure masculine virility like no other penis could ever hope to compare. And beneath it hung a no less impressive sign of Brimir's favor, a wide and heavy scrotum hanging low and well-filled with orbs the size of grape-fruit.

Staring at Toin's genitals Jean was in awe. He had no trouble believing that this otherwise normal young commoner was the fabled Gandalfr. Perhaps the original had been equipped with the lance as well. He'd have to do some more research...

Jean was torn from his reverie by Toin stepping out of his pants and undergarments, sending his member swinging wildly and impacting with the top of the desk with several meaty thunks. Jean got to his feet and reached out and started to slowly stroke the huge throbbing cock in front of him. He stiffened and gasped as a wave of tingling pleasure radiated out from his groin in time to rhythm of his hand pumping the overwhelming girth. Blissful signals hit his brain, and he groaned slightly as he sensed an orgasm building by the grace of Brimir, his power enacted through Toin's giant blessed member.

He tried to ignore his own arousal as he recalled fantasizing about having this very phallus between his own legs.

"Ozzie, don't just sit there!" barked Toin suddenly, "Fuck her with that monster cock!"

Jean stroked Toin from base to glans, his hand had a long way to go even as he felt the urge to grasp and pump his own twitching erection through his robes. Old Osmond leapt to his feet with an exuberance that belied his belied his wizened appearance only for him to hesitate even as the secretary adapted to his movement and continued her steady bobs, "Ah... I appreciate your vote of confidence, my lad. But ah... It has been some time since this old fool has been a spry chicken, I can't say-"

Toin cut him off, "No. I'm telling you. Fuck her, old man! It's normal that when I tell you to fuck, that the big head between your legs takes complete control over that small head atop your shoulders to follow that command!

As soon as Toin stopped speaking, Old Osmond let out an absurd squealing chuckle and he abruptly threw off his robes, revealing his pale-white rail thin body with the only fat on him seeming to be on his penis and scrotum. Jean was somewhat uncomfortable in the moment as both of the other men in the room made him feel inadequate in the presence of a beautiful woman. He was thankful to be still fully clothed-

"Dude, if you're going to cum from just stroking my cock, then take out your dick. Wouldn't want you to mess up your robes..."

Jean appreciated the young man's reminder, thanking him for it, as yes, he had little doubt that he was about to experience a climax. He'd rather not soil his underclothes so he disrobed fully. He was somewhat amazed at his member, it was so swollen and angry, in any other situation he would have been proud of his manhood, it almost appeared to have gained an inch in length from the usual.

Miss Loungueville released her violet cloak from her shoulders and pulled her blue dress off, revealing that she hadn't been wearing any undergarments. Jean lightly groaned from a combination of the pleasure from tugging upon Toin's gargantuan member and the delightful sight of the beautiful woman's delightful pink nipples as well as the lady's pubic mound, adorned with trimmed,emerald curls at the top.

There was a harsh slap as Osmond spanked her lovely bottom and she hissed, "Ooh! How dare you! You're fortunate you've been blessed with a nice big dick! BIG men are the only ones I allow to treat me like a common whore!" Her gaze happened to fall upon Jean, flicking downward and she smirked cruelly and held up her pinky tauntingly.

She then crawled up onto the desk and Osmond pressed his bearded face to her raised bottom right afterward. Jean watched her eyes widen as she exhaled through her nostrils and it was clear to him that the old man was pleasing her orally. Her hips rolled ever so slightly at a time, indicating that she was feeling something, despite her quietness. Jean was somewhat miffed when her eyes lighted upon Toin's grand cock and she leaned down to suck it into her small mouth. Her intervention didn't have any effect on the sensual pleasure he was experiencing by stroking Brimir's Gift, but he was going to be seriously annoyed if he didn't get to make Toin cum, after she'd stolen the headmaster's big cock away as well.

The secretary moaned around the enormous cock in her mouth, Jean's pumping fist gently meeting her spread open lips as it traveled from the base of Toin's virile lance to the end she was sucking upon with smooth skill despite the extraordinary size of it. Jean's upper teeth sunk into the skin beneath his lower lip as he experienced the single most erotic moment of his life. They went on like that for some time, Osmond's hands on Miss. Loungueville's upraised bottom as he tended to her womanhood with his mouth while she tended to Toin's cock with hers, even as Jean continued to stroke his lengthy shaft. Toin moaned, and Jean came. Pulse after pulse, his cock exploded sending spurts of seed across the headmaster's desk. He felt drained, but he kept up his steady strokes. His entire mind, his entire being, was focused on this incredible piece of meat and this amazing young man who owned it as he fucked the beautiful woman's mouth.

"Seriously, man! When are you going to fuck her already!" Toin suddenly exclaimed and Osmond giggled madly, "Heehehee! But her sexy little quim, I couldn't resist! The thought of Miss Loungueville squealing around this old pervert's tongue was too much! Heehee! I'll take care of that right now, Toin my boy!"

He then hopped up on top of his desk behind her and above her, squatting down to lay his fat prick upon the rounded curves of her lifted derriere. He sawed it back and forth repeatedly as his hands squeezed and pressed the woman's bottom against it, "Hee hee, this delicious ass of yours...oh ho ho!"

Then he rocked back and with a hand adjusted himself for entry.

Jean felt Toin's elbow dig into his side, "Just take a look at her." She was rearing back as the headmaster drove into her and Toin took the opportunity to squeeze her pert tits, "These are a nice pair. Wouldn't ya say?"

Keeping up his steady stroke, he responded, "Ah yes, um quite lovely."

"Oi, oi, oi!" Seated fully inside of her, his tongue hanging absurdly from his mouth for a moment, Old Osmond reached around to play with her full bosom, he juggled her breasts in his wrinkled palms, and made her hiss and swat his hands away when his grip became too tight, "Young Toin's right! These are great tits!"

"Quit playing around and fuck me with that big prick!", declared Miss Loungueville as she bucked her hips.

Osmond adjusted his position and mounted her in a lewdly absurd sort of way, one Colbert certainly would never imagined him in. His wizened form in a deep squat practically on top of her raised bottom as he bent over her, his sunken chest mere inches above the soft curve of her back as he pounded down into her pussy, his hands vigorously juggling and squeezing her dangling breasts. There was a huge mad grin on his wrinkled face as his lengthy grey beard flowed down over Miss. Longueville's shoulder.

The headmaster took a hold of her head and guided it upon Toin's prick, aiding in her blowjob she was providing. “Get ready,” he purred maliciously, sounding like a lion getting ready to be unleashed from his imprisonment. He drew back until only an inch of him lingered at her entrance, which made the beauty crane her head and gyrate her offered derriere slightly, a thrilled smile twisting her lips. “Here we GO!” Then, he drove right back into her with such **** that her whole body quaked. She shrieked when his pace was made: hard and feral, testicles slapping her clit each time their bodies were completely joined. Tits jiggled violently in time with his wild tempo until her arms gave out, pressing the soft globes against the desk as she did her best to stroke Toin's tremendous throbbing lance, her loose hand mostly moving in time with Jean's.

To say this was an arousing, affecting scene would have been the understatement of the year, nay, the century! His member was fully erect once more, throbbing and twitching despite his recent climax. He found himself wanting to join in, to have sex with Miss Loungueville and prove himself as a man alongside these extraordinarily virile men, one ancient and one youthful. Both were natural born leaders and Jean felt an unseen pressure to follow them into the depths of carefree lust and sexual expression, something he would never have countenanced alone.