Nicholas Peckerwood: undersized overachiever.

“Please remove your trousers, take a seat on the examination bed, and explain the nature of your ailment, Mister Peckerwood.”

Nicholas Peckerwood glanced nervously about the infirmary as he complied. It was a largely white, sterile space sporting several adjustable beds ringed in discrete curtains, the nurse’s desk, and half a dozen wheeled medical cabinets with supplies stacked on top of chrome surgical trays.

He would have said it resembled a hospital ward more than a school sick bay if not for some glaring irregularities.

The least of which was the extremely explicit photos framed on one spotless white wall. Pornographic images of mega-titted superbabes in tiny, provocative outfits and hugely endowed studs of heroic proportions captured in the buff with their monster cocks crammed into various holes of the aforementioned beauties were hung under a silver placard.

The words “Our Honored Alumni” were etched into the shiny metal.

Only slightly more out of place was the obscene number of sex toys mixed in amongst the surgical tools and medicine bottles. Three rubber buttplugs the size and color of tangerines were disinfecting in a kidney dish a few feet away, while a collection of frightfully large dildos that could have doubled as bludgeoning weapons were arrayed neatly on a steel trolley next to the bed.

And those were only the ones within arms reach…

Most eye-catching of all was the school nurse herself.

Miss Pennyweather was a gorgeous brunette with a regally beautiful face, a professional bedside manner, and the body of a succubus devoted to sin. Her prodigious curves were poured into a glistening white latex nurse uniform that barely covered the thick globes of her ass and couldn’t zip all the up in the front because of the immense swell of her bra-busting cleavage.

A small nurse’s bonnet perched in the rich chocolate curls piled atop her head. Fingerless gloves stretched up to her elbows. Knife-heeled boots with blood-red laces and sheer stockings made love to her long, lickable legs. Every slinky article of clothing was the purest white and in the same glossy latex as the minuscule dress.

Nick’s rudely exposed cock hardened and throbbed in time with the click-click of her stripper heels on the linoleum floor as she swayed sensationally toward him, all swinging hips and overflowing tits.

“Oh… it’s totally, like, a BIG concern.” A sweet southern twang chimed from the infirmary doorway.

“Yup, a HUGE, totally suckable problem!” A similarly accented voice sing-songed along with the first. “Like, a shove-it-down-my-throat-until-I-gag sized problem.”

Nurse Pennyweather pursed plump ruby lips so cock-suckingly perfect that Nick stiffened to full mast instantly, even as she glanced towards the speakers.

“Ah, the Cockburn twins. Please take a seat by the examination bed, ladies. I understand that you are tasked with guiding Mr Peckerwood through his first week at our illustrious academy?”

Nick shifted uncomfortably on the bed, starched sheets bunching under his naked behind.

Maxi and Muffy Cockburn were two glamorously blonde southern belles with impossibly curvy pornstar figures and the voracious sexual appetites of world-class nymphomaniacs. The uber-stacked sisters had indeed been assigned as Nick’s “chaperones,” if that title could even be applied to a couple of full-bodied, all-American bombshells who threw themselves at his dick a nanosecond after the guidance counselor's door closed behind them.

The sloppy double blowjob in the administration building bathroom had been an eye-opening introduction to this outrageous school.

They strutted in like supermodels, arm-in-arm on an invisible catwalk, clad in teensy denim daisy dukes the size of bikini bottoms, pink cowboy boots, and sleeveless flannel shirts tied up under their ginormous knockers to leave their mouth-wateringly flat midriffs out on display. Their flowing golden hair was styled into schoolgirl pigtails. They looked every inch the innocent farm girls they were not.

“We were,” They purred in unison. It was a habit that gave Nick no end of trouble telling the sisters apart. “And we’ve given him the full college experience, including no holes barred access to the staff and student services available to him.”

“They’ve been very… uh, welcoming.” He coughed, noticing their sapphire stares locking onto his jutting fuckstick like hungry piranhas. “But I’m not here to talk about that.”

“Of course not. Maxi and Muffy are two of our most promising second-year coeds. I expect their assistance has been exemplary.” Nurse Pennyweather nodded, returning her cock-hardening attention back to Nick. An elegantly gloved hand dipping into a large tub of something clear and viscous resting on a side table. “Let us cut straight to the… meat of the matter. What ails you, Mr Peckerwood?”

He floundered for words as she sank to her knees between his legs, wrapping delicate fingers around his aching shaft and stroking him with expert precision. Slow, luxurious hand motions with just the right amount of grip to set his balls on a razor edge.

“It’s just that.” Nick groaned, reveling in the tingling heat of the lotion coating his turgid shaft and staring down her open neckline. Pennyweather’s enormous melons were the stuff of school legends. “My… um, penis doesn’t measure up to the ridiculous standards around here. I’m nine and three-quarters inches at my best but severely outclassed by all the male teachers and most of the older students.”

“Ten inches, we don’t quibble over fractions at this school.” Pennyweather corrected, slapping his engorged tip against her plump lips and licking up a bead of pearly precum. “A very respectable length for a young man your age. Well past the school’s entry requirements. Have you received any complaints from your female classmates?”

“Not from either of us.” Maxi–or was it Muffy?–cooed with a lewd grin. “Nicky’s been a real sweetheart, pounding our naughty holes and delivering the goods. I’m on my third pantyliner after the load he dumped in my puss during PE class this morning.”

“Miss Hart does tend to work the freshmen into a frenzy.” The huge-titted nurse conceded, palming Nick’s thrumming balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Hmm, there’s no question of stamina then. How many times have you ejaculated today, Mr Peckerwood?”

“Five.” He replied at the same time as the twins chorused, “Four.”

They stared at him askance. He simply shrugged.

“I jerked off in the shower.”

“What? Nicky!” Probably-Maxi chided. “You don’t have to do that anymore. That’s why we’re here.”

“It’s a completely normal act for a healthy young man.” Nurse Pennyweather said, calmly twisting her slippery fingers around his rigid shaft and coaxing a short jet of precum onto her chin. It dangled like a doomed climber before dropping into the deep valley of her cleavage. “So talent and vigor isn’t lacking either. I’m failing to find any medical concerns beyond some mild envy, which is ridiculous given the… ah, free-spirited nature of our student body and faculty.”

That was the understatement of the year. In the single week since Nick had formally enrolled, student and faculty bodies alike had been openly and loudly fucking in the hallways.

Often in sticky, jizz-blasting groups.

The janitorial staff must have been absolute wizards to keep the school looking presentable and not like a category five bukkake blizzard had just blown through.

“I’ve heard about... The Cart.” Nick admitted, emphasizing the name as though invoking a lesser deity. “There’s a reason Mr White basically repaints every classroom he’s in. Heck, all the male teachers and half the seniors appear to be smuggling table legs down their trousers… you’re dosing them with some kind of Ultra-Viagra, concentrated Spanish fly, or super stud serum. Don’t deny it. I want in on the program.”

If his revelation bothered the latex-coated fuckdoll nurse, she didn’t show it. Instead, the zipper on her skimpy uniform was lowered, and melons the size of German dirigibles bounced into Nick’s lap, swallowing his aching fuckpole in their cushiony softness.

“The program, as you so eloquantly described it, is still in the testing phase.” Pennyweather crooned, squishing and rolling her billowing breasts around him. “All participants are over the age of twenty with fully grown adult physiques and proven… shall we say, track records. It is not open to freshmen who are still developing physically and only enrolled last week.”

Nick locked eyes with the Cockburn twins, who grinned wickedly back at him. It was they who had whispered the secret of The Cart to him after a particularly punishing ass-railing session in the supply closet. With a small, conspiratorial nod, they slipped from their chairs.

“My father is a wealthy Alumni.” He stated flatly, pointing to the wall of framed pictures, one of which he studiously ignored. “He is generous in his annual donations–”

“John “The Johnson” Peckerwood, I have heard all the stories.” Nurse Pennyweather sighed dreamily, increasing her tit-fucking pace. Nick's balls rumbled like angry volcano gods. “The man is a myth. There’s a life-sized bronze of his manhood in Miss Taylor’s office. Fourteen inches and fat as a soda can. I believe she rides it when feeling nostalgic.”

Maybe-Muffy looked up in awe from where she was silently searching the nurse’s desk, and her sister licked her lips at the description, checking for unlocked medicine cabinets.

Nick really didn’t want to hear about his Dad’s memorable wang, but needed to keep the chocolate-haired megaslut’s attention fixed squarely on him.

“Yeah, that's him. A powerful and influential man.” He began thrusting his hips hard into the heavenly press of silky soft boob-flesh. “Be a shame if I were to call him and make a complaint.”

“Your threats are toothless, Mr Peckerwood. Your father fully comprehends the important service this school provides.” She gasped, her stunning face flushed with arousal. “There’s a reason he arranged your transfer here a month after you turned eighteen. We sculpt the future political leaders and captains of industry. Our graduates go on to accomplish great things with the knowledge and connections gained in these halls and classrooms. He would never endanger that legacy.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Nick was getting close. The gorgeous nurse’s gargantuan knockers had him skirting the precipice of a massive eruption.

Behind her, Possibly-Muffy snatched a ring of jangling keys from the desk drawer and tossed them to Likely-Maxi, who was standing beside a locked cage mounted on the far wall.

Pennyweather’s back stiffened at the tell-tale sound, but before she could turn to investigate, Nick grabbed handfuls of her dark hair and shoved her ruby lips straight down into her expansive cleavage.

“Mmmnph!”

Ten inches or not, he pumped his meaty shaft through her chest pillows and straight into those plump DSLs with the blind accuracy of a heat-seeking missile. The movement dragged the ecstatically moaning whore’s head and shoulders down, leaving her thick booty wagging high in the air with her spray-on dress bunched about her hourglass waist.

“Hold tight, Nicky. The cavalry is coming!” Might-Be-Muffy cheered, grabbing a handy humdinger off an instrument tray and charging across the room with it held out before her like a saber. It was almost large enough to pass for a weapon. “I‘m aiming for the bullseye!”

Nick barely heard her. His head swam, and balls churned as the slutty nurse hoovered his ravaging tip into her warm, wet mouth and wrapped her tongue around it like a goddamn serpent.

“OH FUUUUUCK!!” He roared, blowing a fountain of spunk into Pennyweather’s hungry maw, fucking her epic tits and beautiful face simultaneously with spasming jerks of his hips.

Then, the Cockburn sister found her mark, plunging the jumbo-sized vibrator into the shuddering nurse’s exposed asshole from a running start.

”MMLAAAARGH!!” Pennyweather wailed around Nick’s gagging girth. Her buxom bimbo body quaked in an earth-shaking climax as she was suddenly spit-roasted from both ends.

He yanked on her chocolate tresses like reins, and she latched onto his spunk-spewing cock like a leech until the orgasmic tremors subsided, and he finally let go.

With unbelievable dignity and poise, Nurse Pennyweather rose to her booted feet and straightened her bonnet. The battery-powered oscillator was still firmly lodged, buzzing energetically deep within her peachy derriere as she dabbed at her bruised lips and tucked her giant, cum-stained hooters back into the tiny latex uniform.

Behind her, the door of the secure cage was ajar, the medicine cabinet within plundered, and there was no sign of the second Cockburn sister.

“Your volume of ejaculate is impressive, Mr Peckerwood.” She said primly, wiping up a stray glob and licking it off a manicured finger. “Mmm… yes, very nice. In my professional estimation, you do not require medical intervention. You are a healthy young man with no end of potential. Return to class, focus on your studies, and enjoy all the school has to offer. Believe me when I say that time and hard work will provide far greater dividends than any shortcut.”

Nick gaped at the extraordinary woman as he lay bonelessly in the examination bed. He felt incredibly drained. She simply smiled before turning to the offending blonde with an arched eyebrow.

“And Muffy, if you must requisition school property to ream my backdoor, do me the kindness of lubricating it properly.” She scolded, waggling a forefinger. “If Mr White hadn’t thoroughly stretched me out during the morning recess, you may have caused an injury.”

“Sorry, Miss.” Definately-Muffy looked downcast and toed the floor in faux repentance. “It won’t happen again, Miss.”

“See that it doesn’t. Now, both of you, get back to class.” Nurse Pennyweather reached back to crank up the power setting on the vibrator. “I have a… hnnnh! …busy afternoon ahead of me.”