The rod becomes a thermometer

Though the sorority girls stood neatly in a line, they were all clearly restless. The stared back at Rhod winking, smiling or pursing their lips; their bodies wiggling with so much excitement that their bottoms jiggled.

Suffice to say Rhod's heart raced at the sight.

In fact he was very near to panicking. What was he to do to satisfy all these poor, **** women? He had to figure out which ones had fever that was a start; he'd figure out the rest later. Even though all the ladies were staring at him with perfect intencity, he cleared his throat before asking, "what's the best way to measure body temperature?"

All the eager ladies pursed their lips and tilted their heads as they pondered the question, except one. At the far end of the line a woman giggled. She was olive skinned with magnificent curly brown hair and wore only a nurse cap and a red cross stuck over each nipple. It seemed odd until Rhod realized her scrubs had been contaminated and had to be disposed off. With a broad grin she spoke up, "oh, I know what you're going for." After winking she added, "if only we had a rectal thermometer."

If only lamented Rhod, but then he looked down at his protruding shaft and saw it actually displayed 78° F (which was probably the ambient temperature as it was rather steamy in the room). Had that always been there and he just didn't notice it? Or had his rod somehow changed to suit his needs?

"Me first," exclaimed the nearly nude nurse, "I figured it out, so I get your thick rod first." She with short hops she bounced backwards to Rhod; her behind jiggling all the way. "Mmmm," she hummed as she rubbed her posterior against Rhod. "Your gonna jam it in real rough for me, right?"

"Is there any other way?" asked Rhod genuinely considering his options.

"No, I suppose not," laughed the nurse as she lined Rhod's steely sha#t up to her naked and presented behind. Then with one quick thrust she shoved herself against rod, hard enough that it half it's length disappeared into her backside. Her scream became a moan of ecstacy. "Yes," she yelled with animalistic hunger bordering on anger, "thrust it deeper. Deeper, deeper oh you have such a hard rod!"

"Yes, it is quite stiff," responded Rhod nonchalantly, thinking it was a little odd that she enjoyed getting her temperature checked this much. He would sometimes get excited about visiting the doctor's office, but that was only because filling out those medical forms could be quite thrilling.

A similar thrill filled Rhod as his rod flashed the number 98. "You're good," he told the nurse.

"Mmm, I'm better than good," moaned the nurse, "hey why are you stopping. Oh, I guess I have to share." She curled her lip in a pout. Like Rhod she must really like the nuances of collecting medical data. Or perhaps she was just excited about health sciences in general; she looked at him like she had a keen interest in anatomy.

"I'm next," declared Tiffany. The eager blonde bent forward while tucking the back of her miniskirt into its waistband to give Rhod better access to her backside. She clearly had no underwear on. Presumably she'd recently taken it off, or else she'd forgone panties under her tiny skirt (but that seemed ridiculous).

"Enjoying the view?" asked one of the other girls, a young woman with a pixie cut wearing a very minimal bikini. "I know I am. I'm bi, by the way," she added with a wink.

"Hurry up," pouted Tiffany. "I need it."

Rhod positioned the head of his rod between the eager blonde's buttocks and prepared to thrust in.

"Need a hand?" asked the other woman who'd introduced herself as Bi. "Here, I'll spread the tight bitch's checks."

Briefly Rhod wandered if Tiffany was related to Officer Bad Bitch or if it was just a common last name, but quickly returned his focus to the task at hand. Or in Bi's hands (if you'll pardon the pun) as she was helping guide the significant shaft into Tiffany's behind. The bent over woman moaned slowly, no doubt enjoying the purely medical process of the large thermometer entering her.

Rhod kept the rod within Tiffany for a few moments thrusting and wiggling it around as she encouraged him to work his magic. He thought about correcting her it was important for a college age woman to know the difference between magic and medicine, but the temperature reading flashed before he got the chance and he had to move on to the next anus.

One by one he sampled each woman's rear end with his impressive rod. Each of them moaned or cheered or otherwise expressed their admiration for his turgid probe. Bi and many of the other women helped him as he worked by pulling aside whatever clothing the current target was wearing (if she was wearing any) or guiding the bulbous tip towards the narrow orifices.

Once he'd tried all every woman's behind Rhod sat down and let out an exhausted sigh. "Well I'm satisfied he announced."

"Oh, that's okay," said Tiffany. "You lasted a really long time."

Bi nodded in agreement. "Why don't you rest for a bit, maybe have a glass of milk, and we'll start round two when you're ready."

"Uh, no," Rhod said a bit confused. "You're all healthy." He got up and headed to the door.

"Yes we are young and fit," agreed a young woman who wore only a beefeater hat. "What do you want to do next, luv?"