Mrs. Mucow

You hear an unreasonably high voice from inside the art classroom as everyone filters in, "Welcome back, girls, welcome", as you walk into view she giggles, "Oh yes, we have a new student!". She introduces herself cheerfully, "Mrs. Mucow, thats pronounced Mooh-Cow, it's Polish". She enunciates her name in particular detail. The only thing you've noticed about her so far, is her massive, pendulous knockers.

She takes you to the middle of the classroom, and you stand next to her at the front of her desk. She calms the room down to silence, and introduces you, "Alex, isn't that right?", you nod your head.

"He's the newest student at St. Sappho, and there is something I'm sure you've noticed is different about him". Some of the girls are clearly gossiping amongst each other. "Well, we're not sure how it happened, but he's going to be studying here." she smiles at everyone. "It may be an advantage for us to gain a male perspective. Things can get awfully feminine here." she laughs, and some of the girls giggle too.

The bell rings, and you finish up your apple-shading exercise. Mrs. Mucow praises your workand dismisses everyone. You pack up and make your way to Nurse Nala's office. You manage to navigate there without a hitch, and Nala turns from her desk as she hears you come from the hallway. "Alex, hi!", she stands up and grabs a small plastic container from her desk. She hands it to you and awkwardly says, "so yeah, I just need you to... ejaculate... in that". You raise your shoulders and stare at her incredulously, "Uhm, where?", you say. She furrows her brow, "What do you mean? In the- ohhh." the realization hits her.

She spins around and opens the door to the room she examined you in. "I'll stand guard", she winks at you. You hurry inside and she closes the door behind you. You undress from the waist down and sit down on the medical desk, until you realise, you have no lubricant and no porn. It's not exactly the sexiest environment you've ever seen. Regardless, you begin to jerk yourself, before the door peeks open. Nala's hand peers into the room and is holding a bottle of lubricant, and a piece of paper. "Forgot these." she giggles.

You walk over and grab them, and thoroughly lubricate your cock, beginning to jerk it slowly. You turn the paper around, and see printed onto it are various pictures of the same beautiful pale woman. They're not exactly what you usually are into, more sensuous than sexy, but they'll do. You find yourself looking more at her face than her body; not that there's anything wrong with her body; but what catches your eye is how cute she is.

You reach your climax and put the cup right in front of your cockhead, doing your best to aim downwards. You shoot rope after rope of thick seed into the cup, your knees going weak in the throes of your orgasm. Once you've relaxed, you grab some paper towels, clean up and dress up, and then leave the room to hand the cup to Nala.

She quickly stands from her desk, rising to meet you and taking the cup from you, "Wow, it's so warm." she laughs awkwardly, "Oh, and there's so much of it." she looks concerned at the cup and she notices your worried stare. She assures you, "It's nothing to be worried about, just an observation. I'll have this analyzed and let you know if there is a problem," she smiles, "and one more thing." she begins to flush and look even more nervous.

"Tha- so, remem- hmm" she begins, "Well, so. I nee-"

You ask her if she's having a stroke and she laughs nervously. "I'm going to need to... examine your anus again." she says. "I realised that... maybe I was too hasty in saying it was completely healthy, so I just want to make sure." her body is turned away from you, and she can't make eye contact.

You bend yourself over the medical bed once again, and Nala puts her clipboard away. "I'm going to be touching a little bit this time, just relax". You assumed she meant she would be entering your asshole, but she never did. Instead she took your cheeks and spread them, at first holding them apart, you assume to look at your anus. She begins to grope each cheek, and occasionally runs a wet finger around the rim of your hole. She continues for about a minute, before stopping abruptly. "I... will need to examine this further. Please report to me once a week for an inspection."

"What's the problem? Is it serious?" you ask her, she turns away and says "Not yet."