Nurse Pennyweather's 'bad' morning

Not for the first time this term, Nurse Pennyweather was lonely.

It wasn’t that she lacked for company, specifically sexual company. There was a never ending surfeit of giant cocks to suck, fuck, and rapturously impale herself on, and it was quite infrequent that she didn’t have a hot first year’s pulsating tubesteak within arm’s reach in her surgery, or perhaps something even more developed and brawny in the staffroom. Everything was fine from that perspective, and indeed, in this rare moment of quiet reflection in the dispensary, she found herself swiping her glossy brunette hair out of her eyes, the thick hair bejewelled with heavy pearls of thick, white cum that made it hang downwards, weighing it somewhat, the evidence of a recent session where four particularly earnest second years had helped her with her dispensing trolley down some stairs, and without so much as asking, had taken turns double teaming and spitroasting her while an accommodating first year Asian mega-titted slut called Lola Montez had stepped in to fluff the other two with a double blowjob while they waited before getting up from her knees and waving them bye, only then allowing the bubblegum to pop that she’d been storing in her mouth as she went off down the corridor. The boys had propped Nurse Pennyweather up against the corridor wall and blasted her with four thumpingly impactful and creamily heavy ejaculations, a blizzards of simultaneous cumshots splattering into her face and tits, which had failed to dislodge her tarty PVC Nurse’s cap with the trademark red X on a white circle with a black background from her head, but which had slightly disturbed the placement of the pair of red X’s on her nipples.

The problem was not the lack of dick but the access to the prime grade stuff. It was the arrival of Ian White that had turned the school upside down. She herself was responsible – whatever Dr Sinclair tried to say about ‘the credit belonging solely to her’ because the enhancement and augmentation pills and serums were her ‘invention and patent’ (could you believe the arrogance!) – for turning the studly supply teacher into the dismorphically monstercocked and superhumanly endowed cum-blasting freakshow (Nurse Pennyweather was not herself very attuned to diagnostic niceties or rigour in medical nomenclature). She herself, on Ian’s first day, nay, at the end of his first lesson, had given Ian the right combination of pills that had – Bingo! – turned him from a jock to a bona fide God, and had every woman, girl, student, teacher, pornstar, pornqueen, nurse (and stuck up double PhD strumpet) drench their panties at the mere mention of his name.

Felicity certainly didn’t begrudge Laura Hart (her closest friend) for attaining besties status with Ian rather than she. No-one cared a toss for monogamy in the school and Ian was her’s as much as Laura’s or anyone else in the school. But Ian and Laura were actually spending quality time together. Which was fine. Alarming, but fine. Actually, it wasn’t fine. It took him out of circulation.

There were other dicks, of course, Felicity mused as she switched her computer on, the screensaver (a massive dick) being disturbed and transferring to desktop. The background picture was of her, from behind, in fishnets and stripper sandals and on her knees, with two cocksmiths stood on either side of her, their hands wrapped round the base of their hulking, muscular organs, pointing the brawny shafts downwards at the Nurse’s succulent and curvy booty. Nurse Pennyweather was sticking her ass out and upwards, her smiling face pointing over her shoulder as the round bell-ends were each dripping a rope of thick, white, coagulated semen onto her golden, peachy asscheeks, the smooth contours of her booty smothered in thick, bubbly, lumpy and unbroken ropes of spunk that crisscrossed over both globes, some hanging thickly, suspended across her ass cleavage. The larger, thicker, and more prodigiously veined dick belonged to Ian White. The other, still an inhumanly large schlong, belonged to Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell.

Nurse Pennyweather sat back and thought of Charles. There was so much to do in her daily job, and so many distractions, that she barely saw him. Every single session of dispensing and measuring seemed to turn into a gangbang. But Charles had a dick comparable to Ian’s and he knew how to use it equally well. If only the Nurse’s office was closer to the science block…

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. Actually it was more of a single, heavy thump that shook it on its hinges. Felicity sighed and got up, her red vinyl thigh-length eight-inch heeled platform soled boots clicking on the floor as she did so, and opened the door.

Ian was at the door, his muscular arm around the waist of Gina Taylor, who was uncharacteristically attired in a shiny pink slingshot bikini with matching jewelled stripper sandals, her giant knockers sticking out, cleavage brazenly on show.

It had of course, been Ian’s immense schlong that had provided the heavy knock on the door, and it was this giant organ that now twitched and swung upwards from horizontal to point at Felicity’s face and release a thick, fat, welter of precum that sloshed in an arc out of his cockend and splattered the nurse in her right eye, two clear gobs of the projectile ricocheting off to Felicity’s right after the impact.

'Hi Slut,' said Ian to Felicity.

'Hi Stud,' said Nurse Pennyweather to Ian, going gooey inside.

'Nurse Pennyweather, just a heads-up,' said Gina.

‘What?’ said Nurse Pennyweather, precum sliding slowly down her face.

‘We’re off to the interview,’ Miss Taylor announced briskly.

‘What interview?’

‘Your new assistant.’

‘What new assistant? Why don’t I know about this?’ said the Nurse.

Ian’s warm precum had now slid down her nose, over her lips, and was about to rope off her chin.

‘Your trainee… there are several candidates. Do you remember their names, Ian?’

‘I think the first one is called Tish Peachycooch. Dr Sinclair recommended her.’

‘Why is Dr Sinclair recommending assistants?’

‘She’s very highly qualified,’ said the head of supply with an imperious toss of her head.

‘Who is?’ asked Felicity, ‘Vixen or Tish Peachycooch?’

‘Both,’ answered the bikini clad slut archly, ‘and I need Ian with me to demonstrate the… huge… long… hard… heavy demands of the school that they’ll need to… ooo, suck, fuck and… mmmmm…’

Miss Taylor’s answer trailed off as she took Ian’s dick between her lips and started slobbering over the shiny purple head.

‘She means can they handle it,’ Ian finished. ‘See you in a few hours after we show them the ropes.’

Nurse Pennyweather watched the pair go down the corridor and finally slammed the door when Ian’s penis was finally out of sight. 'Ropes of cum, more like,' she muttered to nobody.

It was only then that she noticed her phone ping with a text.