Disciplinary Action

“Give it to me straight, Brooke. In your medical opinion, how bad is this situation?”

Miss Taylor reclined in her executive chair with a creak of tortured latex, giving the woman on the other end of their video chat a great view of her tits stretching the shiny black bodysuit. She knew Dr. Brooke Fucke, the current head nurse of the Nexis Facility and a highly valued colleague, appreciated the show.

“You said the student took some of the trial meds but can’t name which?” Nurse Fucke licked her pillowy lips, tapping her chin. The finger stuck briefly in a dollop of white, which the midnight-haired stunner promptly licked clean. “Hard to say without more information.”

“Hard is putting it lightly! Nicky’s harder than–Glooomph~!!”

“Did I give you permission to stop sucking, Maxi Cockburn?” Miss Taylor cracked her riding crop on the desk before pointing it at the offending blonde. “You orchestrated this dilemma. Rest assured, I’ll make you part of the solution, young lady.”

She needn’t have bothered.

The uber-stacked slut was already chin-to-nutsack on young Mister Peckerwood’s problematic prick. It distended her slender neck like a pelican swallowing an eel. She and her sister Muffy knelt before the foolish–presently pantless–freshman who was seated in the far corner of her office, his eyes glazing over as they swapped him back and forth.

They looked tired but determined. Their farmgirl outfits were torn and disastrously cum-stained. Muffy’s honking great hooters swung pendulously as she gargled his balls.

Nurse Pennyweather stood over the trio in her white PVC uniform, ginormous tits couched on crossed arms, ready to lend aid if the girls flagged in their duty. She’d even placed a bucket under the chair to catch any runoff that might soil the carpet, bless her.

It was already half full of drooled jizz and saliva.

“Is he still growing?” Nurse Fucke inquired from the laptop screen. “The effects of Dr Sinclair’s various enhancement serums are well-documented. If we can narrow it down to a particular formula, a counter-agent could be administered.”

“Therein lies the problem, honey.” Miss Taylor grumbled, “The horny skanks fed him a random cocktail of cockfuckery. I have to know if he’s in any danger of…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “...needing long-term care in your facility.”

Brooke blanched at the suggestion. “Don’t send him here! We’re already way past capacity. Please understand I adore my work. But there are only so many hours in a day to milk super-schlongs and we have limited staff!”

“Then offer me alternatives, hon.” The dark-haired disciplinarian unzipped the top portion of her form-fitting suit, letting her tanned cleavage spill out. “His father is a major donor. Very influential. I’d rather not explain how we accidentally turned his son into a spunk-spouting halfwit.”

“Glurk, ack, urp, hurg!”

Maxi was approaching her threshold for deep-throating donkey-dick. Tears ran down her billowing cheeks, smearing her mascara, nostrils flaring as she dragged in ragged breaths.

“Collect me a semen sample.” Nurse Fucke’s stare locked onto the bare tit-flesh, her hand disappearing below the camera frame. “Cock measurements too. Fuck, you’ve got amazing knockers, babe. Bring me data and that strap-on I like next time you visit. We’ll bang out a quick fix to this snafu, no worries.”

“I’ll do that. Ta-ta, you’re the best!” Miss Taylor sing-songed, abruptly ending the call. Her expression went ice-cold when she refocused on the troublemakers in the corner. “Well, this is quite the pickle. What do you girls have to say for yourselves?”

”Mluurgh!” Maxi responded articulately, her throat double-stuffed with prime-cut manmeat.

“We just wanted to make him happy.” Muffy spluttered, and a cum bubble slipped down her sloppy chin. “Like you told us at his enrollment–”

“My instructions were to keep him happy. Make him feel welcome.” Miss Taylor stalked across the room, stiletto boot heels enhanced her menacing presence. “That means showing him around and frequently polishing his knob like the depraved whores you are supposed to be. Not–and I cannot belabor this point enough–NOT overdosing the poor boy on highly restricted medication that will play merry hell with his physiology!”

She punctuated the statement by snapping her leather crop across the blathering bimbo’s thick rump. Muffy squealed at the sharp retort, then flushed. A shaky moan escaped her bruised lips.

“S-sorry, miss… Mistress.”

“Sorry? What are you sorry for? Tell me.” Another snap. Across the other ass cheek this time.

“Hyaa~! We… we’re sorry for being naughty whores and misbehaving.”

The latex-clad disciplinarian rolled her eyes. A teacher’s job was never done, and sometimes, they had to really hammer the lesson home. It was a noble pursuit from which she derived a great deal of satisfaction.

Not right now, though. She had an academic crisis to avert.

“I’ll deal with the two of you later, mark my words.” Miss Taylor sniffed in disdain. Her office reeked of hot sex and manseed. Nothing new about that, but she’d be terribly distracted by the odor until the cleaning staff made their rounds. “Nurse Pennyweather, kindly prepare a specimen container and measuring instrument for Mister Peckerwood.”

“Of course, Miss Taylor.” The buxom brunette bustled away. She was the picture of clinical professionalism, even if her teensy vinyl uniform exposed her succulent rear and bald pussy when she bent to rummage through a lower desk draw. A glass butt plug twinkled from under the scanty hemline. “Ah, here we go.”

She straightened with a sterile plastic cup and a meter-long ruler in hand. A lewd smile graced her regal face as she approached the blonde mega-slut, currently throat-hugging Nicholas’s boner.

“Maxi, take a break to catch your breath, dear. I need to monitor Nicholas’s condition very closely.”

“Nnnhh-nnhh…” The full-figured coed protested around his gob-stopping girth.

“I’m afraid so. Come now, he’s not going anywhere. You can gorge yourself on his member after I’ve examined it, alright?”

For goodness' sake. Pennyweather was a full-time nurturer but sometimes an unruly child needed a firmer hand. Miss Taylor grabbed the brat’s golden hair and **** her suckling skull back. She eventually came free with a loud SLUUUUUURP! Followed by a wet SPLAT!

Nicola’s member (as the nurse referred to it) plopped out Maxi’s whimpering mouth and–with the way her spine was arched from the fist in her hair–landed solidly on her bouncy bazongas.

And what a member it was.

Like a totem erected to immortalize Dr Sinclair’s genius, Peckerwood’s pecker was as thick and long as a tower of soda cans. Angry and inflamed, it jetted juicy jizz like a busted water main, liberally painting the hungry whore’s heaving funbags a glossy shade of cream.

“Oooh Nicky… It’s sooo fucking good!” Maxi blurted, drunkenly smearing the spunk into her skin. “I want more... I neeed it!”

Thankfully, Nurse Pennyweather was quick to capitalize on the opening. Swooping in, she wrangled the fountaining fuckpole upright next to the ruler, spraying a sticky line across Maxi’s swooning face and tarnishing the ceiling.

“Thirteen and a half inches!” She reported with the urgency of a pinned soldier radioing for reinforcements. Gooey ordnance rained down from above, splashing everywhere. “Collecting the sample now.”

That, at least, wasn’t difficult.

Holding the plastic jar over the hose-like stream created more splatter but filled the receptacle in less than a second. She sealed it before locking her lips over his enraged tip and guzzling deep.

“Whaaa–what happened?” Lucidity found Nicolas at last. Not post-nut clarity, precisely. More like mid-nut if Nurse Pennyweather’s hard-working gullet and chipmunked cheeks were any indication. “Where am I?”

His bleary gaze darted about the office, taking in the cum-blasted crowd of hotties.

The Cockburn twins kneeled at his feet, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder like a pair of topless, shit-faced sorority girls. Muffy was slurping the excess cum out of her sister’s abundant cleavage.

Miss Taylor stood over him with her riding crop in an elbow-gloved hand and a speculative expression. Shiny black catsuit speckled and streaked by globs of seed, her spectacular chest practically hanging out of the unzipped front.

The gorgeous, stately school nurse gulped down Nick’s ludicrous load as his seemingly bottomless balls emptied themselves directly into her stomach. She mewled around his jaw-creaking width. Crouching with fingers delving her sodden folds beneath the porn-worthy uniform, ass up and tits out, twitching and shuddering erotically around his elongated shaft.

It all felt like a fever dream. A dream in which he’d cum like a racehorse in and on an entire cheerleading squad. His body was burning, temperature skyrocketing, and his block and tackle (as dear ol’ dad laughingly called it) pulsated fiercely in whorish nurse’s vacuuming mouth.

With an ecstatic muscle spasm, he blew another dizzying wad that almost carried his soul along for the ride. Pennyweather took it like the trained sexpert she was.

“Am I in trouble?” Nick croaked, feeling light-headed and incredibly parched.

He needed hydration STAT. His blood pressure was tanking, too, pooling in his souped-up fuckrod.

“The jury is still out on that matter. Pending reassessment.” Miss Taylor quirked a sculpted eyebrow at him, dragging the zipper down past her hairless crotch and under her ass. “Perhaps you can convince me to be lenient. What do you say, slugger?”

The inky, form-fitting latex parted like a clamshell, revealing the tender flesh within. Smooth, flawless bronzed flesh sculpted into a figure so sinful it would drive an eunuch to fits of passion. Sleek and lean as a lingerie model, except for a pair of gravity-defying whoopers so buoyant they could moonlight as floatation devices.

His monstrous manpole kicked like a mule in Nurse Pennyweather’s slobbering maw, almost dislodging the gorgeous cockgobbler at the sight of forbidden fruit laid bare.

The strict administrator’s pink cunt looked tight and delectable. Her puckered nipples swayed atop those squeezable mounds. She possessed a perfect, unattainable aura of mature beauty that demanded respect.

Balls boiling, Nick wanted to despoil her–wanted it badly.

“I throw myself on the mercy of the court.” He growled at the gleam in her smoky eyes. “How ‘bout we get started?”