A physical

?Sorry about me going to be late for the next class.? Ian apologized to Miss Taylor as the two found themselves standing in the otherwise empty corridor outside classroom B9.

Ian?s departure from the classroom had been accompanied by the young women of the English class casting him very conspicuous glances. Their way of looking at him made it quite clear to Ian that it was only thanks to the presence of the two female adults that he was allowed to leave the classroom rather than being stripped naked and made to fuck the gathering of voluptuous teenage sluts. This, along with his getting an eyeful of Miss Taylor?s incredible ass as it swayed before him during their short passage through the busy classroom was enough to render Ian completely erect, and it took him not a little effort to keep from undoing his pants only a couple of minutes after putting them back on.

?It?s quite alright,? Miss Taylor assured him, ?If for no other reason than that that there is no class for you to take care of during this period.? Motioning at the far end of the corridor with a nod of her head, Miss Taylor put forth the question ?Shall we?? before beginning to walk down its length, with Ian to her right.

?Then where are we going?? Ian asked Miss Taylor, finding it hard to suppress his worries that his actions so far during the day would in fact result in some form of disciplinary action.

?In view of the superlative comments which you?ve received both from Miss Campbell and Mrs. Grayson, I?ve seen it fit to initiate a more formal evaluation of your? tutorial competence.

?What? I?m being offered a job?? Ian?s question brought a mysterious smile and to Miss Taylor?s lips and a ?Perhaps,? on which he commented ?That was quick.?

?It?s the flexibility of the free market coming into play, I should suppose,? Miss Taylor responded, ?Either way, your more ordinary credentials are quite adequate, I should suppose that it is primarily your youth that has kept you from gaining a permanent position elsewhere. At this school however, more extraordinary qualities are required if a man is to gain a position within the faculty, qualities which I suspect that you possess.?

?You mean that I?ve got a big cock?? Ian?s impulsive question caused Miss Taylor to release a discrete but very agreeable giggle.

?Mrs. Grayson characterized it as being, and I quote; ?fucking huge,? which I must agree with, based on the brief glimpse that I?ve managed to get of it so far.? The last bit from Miss Taylor carried the unspoken declaration on her part that she wished to see far more of it, and that she had every intention of having that wish fulfilled.

?A job sounds great,? Ian began, ?but you still haven?t told me where we?re going.?

?To the school infirmary, where you?re to receive a check-up from Miss Pennyweather, our head nurse.? After handing Ian that bit of information, Miss Taylor used the rest of their walk to inquire about his personality and habits, combining a soft touch with a series of intelligent questions which caused Ian to say things about himself that he barely knew that he knew.

Eventually, the improvised inquiry had to come to an end as the pair reached what was apparently the school?s infirmary.

There was a reception; really just a small room with four plastic chairs and an equally plastic table upon which a heap of magazines, a quick glance at them telling Ian that roughly half of them were news magazines such as the Economist and Times while the other half consisted of literature with titles such as ?Hooters? and ?Succubus?, with no one there and another door at far end of it.

After banging her fist against the inner door twice and then pushing it open, Miss Taylor stepped out of the way and motioned for Ian to enter the room ahead of her.

The inner room turned out to be much like every other school sickroom that Ian had ever laid eyes on in most aspects, although it did stand out a little thanks to the various dildos, anal beads and such which could be spotted placed here and there.

What stood out the most however was Miss Pennyweather, seated as she was behind a brushed metal desk. Whereas all previous school nurses that Ian had run across during his school years had either been fundamentally maternal figures or withered old crones, Miss Pennyweather appeared to be a very red-blooded and full-bodied specimen of womanhood, an impression which was strengthened further when she rose up to greet him.

Standing on long, muscular legs clad in white stockings, Miss Pennyweather swung around the table and caused a clacking noise to fill the room as the platform soles of her white latex boots, kept together with scarlet shoelaces, hit the floor. Instead of the ordinary nurse?s uniform dress, Miss Pennyweather was clad in a body-hugging number in the same colour and material as her boots, a white zipper at the front keeping the whole thing together, even if it was left open far down enough to promise that her massive bosom would come spilling out of it at any moment.

As complements to the main part of her outfit, Miss Pennyweather was wearing a nurse?s bonnet and fingerless gloves stretching up above her elbows, all in white latex but with red crosses stitched onto the front of the bonnet and wrists of her gloves.

A brunette with hazel-nut hair and emerald eyes, Miss Pennyweather sported a golden tan which Ian suspected would be as void of tan-lines as those of the other women that he had come across during the day.

?Miss Taylor,? Miss Pennyweather?s voice was clear and soft, the words seeming to dance their way past her lips, ?how nice to see you.? Then Miss Pennyweather gazed at Ian, her mouth forming into a smile of an undoubtedly mischievous nature as she spotted his bulging erection, ?I take it that this is the much-adoed Mr. White??

?You?re quite right to make that assumption,? Miss Taylor responded, ?this is Mr. White.?

Ian gulped as he found himself standing between the two fabulous women, Miss Taylor just behind him and Miss Pennyweather taking up the space just in front of him, her enormous chest bulging outwards so far that it nearly rubbed against his chest.

?A pleasure to meet you, Mr. White,? Miss Pennyweather greeted Ian, whose reply was a less talkative ?Hello,? though he managed to avoid the ?Uh?? which had preceded his greeting of the female members of faculty thus far

?Strip,? Miss Pennyweather?s voice was extraordinarily level as she spoke to Ian, her eyes still smiling at him, while Miss Taylor moved out from behind Ian to stand not far from padded bunk, just past Miss Pennyweather?s left shoulder.

Suppressing the thought that him wearing any clothes at all was starting to seem more and more unnecessary, Ian first removed the clothing on his upper body and then undid his trousers.

When they were tugged down, Ian?s cock came springing out from its confinement, causing Miss Pennyweather to drop her jaw and Miss Taylor to whistle.

Despite not having had all that much to do with nurses up till this point in his life, Ian was certain that Miss Pennyweather was not using their established vocabulary as she now cooed out a ?That?s fucking huge,? in comment to Ian?s member.

?Yes, I must admit that it makes quite a striking impression,? Miss Taylor filled in, leaning against the bunk with one hand fidgeting with the halfway pulled-down zipper of her cat-suit.

?You intend to stay, don?t you?? Miss Pennyweather asked Miss Taylor while Ian stripped down until being completely naked.

?I?m not giving up gawking at that thing unless someone uses horses to drag me out of here,? Miss Taylor replied, to which Miss Pennyweather countered with an ?I bet that the horses would become so envious of Mr. White to run away.?

Soon, with Miss Taylor seating herself behind Miss Pennyweather?s desk, Ian was seated on the bunk, the plastic cover of which made his ass and thighs feel cold, and Miss Pennyweather could begin the examination.

After carrying out a relatively ordinary general check-up of Ian?s health, cross-referencing what stood in his medical journal with her own findings, Miss Pennyweather took the ruler which Miss Taylor handed her.

?Now let?s see,? the busty nurse muttered as she made a fist around the trunk of Ian?s cock, trying to keep it pointing upwards while manoeuvring the ruler with her free hand.

?It?s a bit heavy,? she finally admitted, having been unable to hold the bulky length of Ian?s vein-corded cock with just one hand, ?would you mind giving me a helping hand or two??

The question had been directed to Miss Taylor, who nearly jumped out of the chair in her hurry to get over to the two other occupants of the room.

Three hands now holding and caressing his cock, Ian was feeling more and more jumpy as Miss Pennyweather lined the ruler up along his towering member.

?Hmm,? the nurse breathed out, ?it just manages to stretch its way past the fourteen inch marker.?

?A new school record, isn?t it?? Miss Taylor asked the buxom nurse.

?I can?t recall anyone being bigger, and I would?? Miss Pennyweather swore passionately, removing the ruler.

?And the balls?? Miss Taylor asked, Miss Pennyweather responding ?Oh, they?re definitely way bigger than normal.?

?Mr. White,? Miss Taylor was now addressing him, ?I see no reason not to hire you, pending your agreement in regard to a few things.?

Ian had to clear his throat before wheezing out a ?Such as??

?Well,? Miss Taylor began, ?at this school the men, teachers as well as students, are put on a wide variety of chemicals aiming to enhance things such as cum-production and the longevity of their erections. Would you agree to ingest such substances??

?Are they harmless?? Ian asked.

?Oh yes, quite harmless,? Miss Pennyweather assured him, ?the studies on the long-term effects which one of our benefactors carried out showed that they had no degenerative effect on either rats or chimpanzees, although it apparently did cause quite a large rise in the number of newborn specimen.?

?Okay,? Ian sighed after a moment?s reflection, his mind already made up that it was a hell of lot better working at this school than any other, at least for a while, ?hit me.?

?Excellent!? Miss Pennyweather exclaimed before rapidly going about producing a metal tray from a nearby locker, a wide variety of pills and jars already laid out on it.

First, Ian got to swallow three red pills, then a pair of multicoloured plastic capsules and then a few blue ones, finally getting a glassful of a clear, tasteless fluid to wash it all down with.

Just moments later, Ian let out a blissful groan as his balls began to swell up and his dick throb.

?Make that fifteen inches,? Miss Pennyweather noted after measuring Ian?s cock once more, ?we?ve given you another inch.?

Removing the lid from one of the jars, Miss Pennyweather dug up a good portion of the gel inside it, and applied it onto the trunk of Ian?s member, the lucid jelly at first causing him to experience a cool sensation before making him feel hotter and hotter as it seeped through his skin.

When Miss Pennyweather had applied the gel from another jar onto Ian?s nipples, the effects of the cocktail of medicines was becoming clear; his balls now twice as big and his dick having grown thicker, the most striking change as far as Ian was concerned was that his pisshole was now wider than a penny, with pre-cum pulsing freely from it, the translucent fluid washing down the massive length of his engorged pillar of cockmeat so fast that his balls were already coated with it and more of it was staining the bunk.

?Hmm,? Miss Pennyweather was apparently finished prepping Ian, as she put the tray away, and now instead leaned in over his crotch, with the obvious side-effect of more of her breasts breaking out of her dress, her small dark nipples looking hard enough to cut glass.

After dipping her tongue into the flood of pre-cum, the tip of it dancing around the entrance to Ian?s pisshole, Miss Pennyweather stated ?He tastes good too,? to Miss Taylor.

?Now there?s just one thing left,? Miss Taylor started, ?to get a sampling of his cum,? and Miss Pennyweather filled in.

Hearing that, Ian was then treated to the sight of Miss Pennyweather taking a step back from him and tugging the bottom of her dress up over her hips; revealing her moist pussy. Even if all the women at the school stripped naked and gathered into a single crowd, you?d still be able to make out who the nurse was, Ian thought, since her pubes had been cut into the shape of a cross, and coloured bright red.