Clara's Return

Her nipple grew hard and puffy and within seconds I was stiffening up nicely. I couldn't believe how quickly I recovered my strength. As Clarrisa once again bent over to ingest the tip of my cock, I dropped my head back on the bean bag chair.

A moment later I felt Clarrisa fumbling around with my dick and she then announced: "Just a fraction under seven inches! It worked, Richie, it worked! See?"

Struggling to raise my head I peered down my body at Clarrisa who was smiling proudly at me and brandishing my cock with her left hand. It seemed to be true, I was now less than half as long as it had been a few minutes before. It looked like an average cock.

"I think it's perfect, Richie!" And without another word, Clarrisa leapt astride me and sank onto my dick with a grateful moan of enjoyment. With in moments we were locked once more into a cadence of thrust and counterthrust. Clarrisa's boobs bounced and shook above me as we continued to fuck enthusiastically until her moans rose to a crescendo. Her culmination triggered mine and I spurted strongly into her.

As I left Clarrisa's apartment I was thankful that I was finally restored to a more "normal" endowment. But I was also somewhat concrened about Hillary's reaction. She might not be as pleased with the results of my afternoon's efforts as I was.

I hoped that the repercussions would not be too severe.