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This is just another titillating story of a teen's fantasy
fulfilled. This time around, the main character is 15 year-old
Jason, who receives a rather thorough sports physical from the
new school nurse -- the blonde and busty Nurse Meyers -- who
believes in getting the job done right. Expect my usual slow and
measured pacing, and enjoy the ride.
Be sure to let me know how/if you like it!
TooMuchTime
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The following is probably a work of FICTION. It was sent back in
time in a quantum bottle. So who really knows for sure? ...
Feel free to reprint or take credit for it (as if I could stop
you), but please don't make any changes, or I won't write
anything new!
More of TooMuchTime's erotic writings can be found here ...
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/TooMuchTime/www/
THE UNEXPECTED PHYSICAL
by TooMuchTime (TooMuchTime2002@hotmail.com)
Copyright(c) 2002, TooMuchTime. All rights reserved.
By the time Jason climbed off his bike and walked it over to
the rack, he was sweating like crazy and could barely feel his
legs. It had taken him nearly an hour to pedal up the hill to
the high school -- in August heat, no less. But with both his
parents at work and no friends who drove, it was the only way to
get to his sports physical. He couldn't wait until next year,
when he'd be 16 ... old enough to get a permit and start driving
himself places. Jason leaned his bike against the rack, then
chained it, pulled his backpack down to carry in one hand, and
wobbled on numb legs toward the front door.
As he walked down the halls toward the nurse's office, Jason
noticed how creepy a school was during the summer. Too quiet.
His sneaker squeaked once when he didn't lift his foot high
enough, and it almost sounded as loud as somebody screaming.
There had been only a few cars in the parking lot when he rode
through it, and there was nobody in the hallways now. For some
reason, he thought there would be teachers here, preparing new
torture methods or something.
At the nurse's office, Jason was greeted by a row of empty
chairs outside the door. Strange, he thought, and glanced at his
digital watch. Five minutes to eleven. Shouldn't there be other
guys from the team here already, waiting for their physicals too?
He wandered hesitantly into the open door, and said, "Hello?"
A female voice answered from the back room. "I'll be right
out!" Jason stood there a moment, fiddling with the loose arm on
his glasses. Then once he realized he might be standing there a
while, he decided to sit down in one of three chairs lined up in
front of the desk, where a small placard read, "Nurse Meyers".
He remembered hearing last year that Nurse Richmond might retire.
Apparently, she had.
Meyers, he thought. That name sounded familiar to him. It
took him only a few seconds to remember why. There used to be a
big family of Meyers that lived just up the road from them. They
moved away a couple of years ago, though, and now a yuppie couple
lived there. During grade school, Jason had walked to that house
more than once, to hit them up for fund-raisers, and despite
having four or five high school kids of their own, they'd always
been good about buying whatever he brought around -- candles,
calendars, magazine subscriptions.
What he remembered most of all about the Meyers, though, was
one of the daughters. When he'd been ten, starting puberty and
first becoming aware of just how much he appreciated looking at
the female body, he used to bike aimlessly past the Meyers house
three or four times a day in the summer, and for one reason only
-- to see if the gorgeous blonde daughter would be sunbathing out
on the side lawn, as she often did. She'd even answered the door
once when he'd come collecting, and he fell in love with her
immediately.
Jason never knew the daughter's name, but she was a true
All-American Beauty in every sense of the word. Long, wavy
dirty-blonde hair and a tall thin frame, some freckles on the
nose, with round hips, a healthy chest, and a wide, genuine,
country-girl smile. Unfortunately, though, he only got a couple
of months to ogle at her in a bikini. Because at the end of that
summer, she disappeared. He always figured she must have gone
off to college. Yet still, for months afterwards, despite his
disappointment, she continued to fuel dozens upon dozens of
masturbation sessions.
Even now, five years later, a smile crept onto his face as he
thought about her.
And then, the door to the back room opened, and there she was
-- standing in front of him in a green running singlet, dark blue
shorts, and sneakers. Her skin was tan and her face slightly red
from recent exertion, as she dried her face with a hand towel.
"Sorry for the wait," she said, smiling. "I just finished
running some laps out on the track. I haven't had a chance to
get cleaned up yet."
"It's ... okay," Jason said, still reeling over the fact of who
she was. She looked exactly like he remembered, but even better,
if that was possible. Her breasts were roped in by a sports bra,
but looked every bit as big to him as they used to (a D cup for
sure). The thin shorts she wore rode up high on her, as running
shorts tend to do, and made her impossibly long and
well-developed legs seem even longer. Her hair was pulled back
in a ponytail, and it wagged over her head as she now used the
towel to dry off the back of her neck.
"So what can I help you with?" she asked.
"Um ... my physical. For cross country."
"Today?" She walked over to her desk, and shuffled through
some papers.
"I think so." Jason opened his backpack, and fumbled for the
letter he'd received weeks before.
"Hm. No, I think you might be a day off. Yup, says here cross
country physicals are tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Jason finally found the letter, looked it
over, then leaned forward and handed it to her. "See, right
there -- it says Monday the 8th."
Nurse Meyers looked it over as well, then at the calendar on
the wall. "Yeah, but ... today's the 7th. I guess the
secretaries got the day of the week wrong. It should have been
Tuesday the 8th."
"Oh." Jason blushed.
A sympathetic look washed over her face. "It's okay," she
said. "It was a natural mistake."
"Yeah, but apparently I was the only one who made it."
She chuckled at this. "True. But you may not be the last
one."
Jason stood. "Well ... okay then. I guess I'll come back
tomorrow."
"Do you need to call somebody to pick you up?" the nurse asked,
and gestured to the phone.
"No, it's okay. I rode my bike up."
"Really? How far?" She glanced down at the letter in her hand
and answered her own question. "Wait, you live on HackneyRoad?"
Jason nodded.
"I used to live on Hackney Road. With my family. Before they
moved."
"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar," Jason said, trying to
play it off as cool as possible. "I think you used to be the
next house up from ours. On the other side of the stream."
"Right, right." Her face blossomed with recognition. "Your
family had all the dogs. The ..."
"Greyhounds. My parents bred them."
"Oh, right. And I think I remember you too. You used to ride
your bike past our house all the time."
Jason blushed again. "Yeah, well. All my friends lived like a
mile away."
"Well, you certainly grew up," she said, in a way that couldn't
help but sound a bit patronizing. He knew he wasn't very tall
for his age. Not the shortest kid in his class, but hardly a
giant either, and thinner than most, no matter how much he ate.
Increased metabolism, they called it. The nurse herself was
taller than he was by at least a few inches. "I mean, you used
to be a little kid," she said, as if to qualify.
All he could think to do was shrug in response.
"Wait, you rode your bike all the way up that hill from
Hackney? That must have taken forever!"
"About an hour. The ride home is easy, though. Allcoasting."
"I bet. But then you have to do it again tomorrow."
"It's okay," he said.
"No. That's not fair. The secretaries made the screw-up. I
tell you what. Let me get a few things together here, and I'll
go ahead and give you your physical right now. Then you'll be
free and clear."
"You don't have to. I can come back tomorrow."
"That's silly. All I'm doing here today is paperwork, and I've
got most of it done. Besides, if I do yours now, it's one less I
have to do tomorrow. Just have a seat in the back room there,
take your shoes off, and I'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Are you sure?"
"I insist," she said, smiling. Jason felt himself swoon. He
was in love with her all over again.
As he ambled into the back room, he saw a low cot to the left,
and figured that's where she meant for him to sit. To the right
was another door, which let into a small bathroom. Along the
back wall were a metal counter, locked cabinets, a shiny sink --
all the makings of a doctor's examination room. He made his way
to the paper-covered cot and sat down, the paper crackling under
his weight. Then he took his sneakers off. Not long after, he
heard the nurse close the outside door, a moment before she
walked into the room carrying a clipboard and stethoscope.
"Alrighty, let's start with the easy stuff first. Why don't
you step on the scale over here, and we'll get your height and
weight." Jason did as he was told, stepping up onto the wobbly
scale, which for the time being made him just marginally taller
than Nurse Meyers. Although they were now face to face, he tried
not to make too much of a point of staring at her as she
maneuvered the height rod up and tapped it down on the top of his
head. But halfway through the process, she reached up under her
breast and aggressively scratched under her armpit --
half-cupping her boob as she did so -- and Jason found he had a
hard time keeping his composure.
"Okay," she said. "Looks like you're five-six and a half."
Then she started fiddling with the weights on top of the scale,
and again, had to interrupt what she was doing to perform another
not-so-subtle cup-and-scratch, this time with a kind of annoyed
expression on her face. "And your weight is ... one-twenty-one."
She wrote both numbers down on the clipboard. "Okay, go ahead
and have a seat." Again, she dug under her armpit, this time on
the other side. "You know what, can you excuse me for just a
minute? I'll be right back." With this, she put the clipboard
down on the metal counter and stepped into the small bathroom,
closing the door behind her.
Jason wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe she had poison ivy
or a bug bite or something. He just sat there with his hands in
his lap, waiting. A few minutes later, the nurse emerged from
the bathroom with something in her hand, and bee-lined
immediately for a travel bag resting on the floor along one wall.
She crouched down, unzipped it, stuffed something inside, zipped
it back up, then turned and stood, smiling awkwardly. "Sorry
about that." Even before she started to explain, Jason could see
the difference in her immediately. Her chest seemed suddenly
more pronounced, the tips of her nipples showed clearly through
the thin material of the green singlet, and her breasts swayed
and jiggled slightly as she walked across the room to pick up her
clipboard. "That sports bra is too tight, and it chafes
something fierce after I've been sweating."
"Okay," was all Jason could think to say, as his face burned
bright red.
"Sorry again," she said. "I guess that was too much
information."
"It's okay," he repeated. "No big deal."
The nurse laughed. "Well, you sure are an agreeable one. Keep
that up, and this won't take long at all." She grabbed a rolling
stool from one end of the counter, and sitting on it, rolled over
to him. It was an innocent enough action, but all the while,
with each new movement, her breasts wobbled in a new and exciting
way, and so the sight of it drove his hormones wild. He could
already feel an erection beginning to grow in his shorts.
No no no, he thought. Not now! At age 15, he'd had plenty of
boners at awkward times before -- during class or in gym or when
he had to pee -- but this could be perhaps the worst possible
time of all. Maybe if he just stopped looking at her, he could
hold it off. Think about video games or something.
"Okay, Jason, I need you to take your shirt off for me."
"What?" This seemed like a bad idea. At the moment, his long
t-shirt was the only defense he had against an erection showing
through his shorts, in the event that he wasn't able to hold it
off. "Why?"
"I just need to check your heart and lungs." To illustrate her
point, she held the ear of the stethoscope up.
"Oh." He figured there was no way around it. "I guess." He
pulled the shirt up over his head, then quickly settled it down
on his lap. Actually, he thought, this worked out well. He'd be
able to hide himself much better this way.
"That's it. Now scoot forward a bit. There." Coming at him
from the side, she pressed the cold ear of the stethoscope
against his chest, and reached her other hand around and placed
it against his back. "Now breath in slowly for me." Her touch
was warm and electric and nearly drove Jason insane. "Now
exhale. That's good." Any chance he had of not getting hard,
whether he looked at her or not, suddenly went completely out the
window. His dick sprang up like a steel rod in his shorts, and
he could feel it press up toward his hands beneath the wadded
t-shirt.
She switched hands with the stethoscope, and as she did, her
well-manicured fingernails brushed innocently against the skin of
his back, sending chills through him. She pressed her warm hand
against his chest this time, and listened his heartbeat from the
back. "Breath in again," she said. From this close up, he could
smell her perspiration, and it seemed like perfume to him. "Then
out." It was probably the closest thing to torture he'd ever
experienced. "Perfect."
Then it ended. Pulling both hands away, she wrote something on
the clipboard, then looked up at him. "Tell me, Jason, are you
usually nervous about getting medical exams?"
"N-no ... why?" He felt vulnerable, sitting there with no
shirt on. He was torn. Part of him wanted to ask if he could
put the shirt back on, but another part of him realized that if
he did, she'd see what kind of a state he was in.
"No reason. It just seemed like your heart was racing a bit.
It's common enough, though. People seem to get uptight about
being examined. It's not necessarily a bad thing."
"I guess I am a little nervous," he admitted.
She smiled sympathetically, and put a gentle hand on his arm.
"Don't be," she said. "It'll all be over soon enough."
He grinned back at her. "Okay. I'll try."
"Good." Next, she tested his blood pressure, making small talk
all the while. "So what do you like to do for fun, Jason?"
"You know, the usual. Video games. Hang out with myfriends."
"That's good. Stay out of trouble, do you?"
"Usually," he said, trying to joke.
Generously, she laughed. "Oh, I see how it is."
At this point, she was leaning forward, giving Jason an
unexpected glimpse down the singlet at a sweet valley of
cleavage. Fortunately, she was busy looking at the blood
pressure gauge at the time, and he was able to linger on the
sight for about five glorious seconds. Then, as she prepared to
remove the blood pressure sleeve, he pulled his eyes away again.
"Okay, that's done. Only one more thing left to do, and we'll
have you out of here."
Jason was not at all prepared for what she'd say next.
As casually as if she were telling him to touch his nose, the
Nurse Meyers said, "Stand up please, and drop your shorts."
"Wh-wh-what?" His stomach jumped up into his throat.
She laughed, then covered it up. "Sorry. I guess that was a
bit blunt. I know dropping your short is probably not your
favorite thing to do, especially in front of a woman. But I have
to check you for a hernia."
"You HAVE to?"
"I'm afraid so. If you have one, it needs to be detected early
on."
"But ..." He couldn't think of any good argument. His brain
froze.
Then she put her hand on his arm again. "Jason. I told you.
There's no reason to be nervous. I know I'm a girl, but I'm also
a nurse. I know exactly what you've got down there, and it's
nothing I haven't seen before."
"You do?"
"Of course." She smiled up at him, knowingly. "Now, don't
think about it too much. Just stand up, drop your shorts, I'll
do what I have to do, and it will all be done with. Okay?"
Well, he thought. It didn't sound like he was going to get out
of it. And if she already knew, then what was the big deal ...
"Okay." Quickly, before he could change his mind, he stood,
dropping the t-shirt in his hands clumsily to the floor and
pushing his shorts and underwear down to his knees, all in one
motion. The elastic band of the underwear caught on his erection
on the way down, and so by the time he was standing, it bounced
up and down like a diving board, twanging in the air.
At first, the nurse was focused on the clipboard, and didn't
notice. Then, as she looked up, there it was, just a foot in
front of and below her face. Her reaction was immediate and
almost comical. "Oh my god," she said, her mouth dropping
slightly open. She began to stammer. "I -- I didn't realize you
were -- that it was -- but I guess that's why you -- oh my god."
"What? I thought you said you knew."
"Well, I meant ... I knew you had a penis. Not that you had
... an erection." She laughed a little, still not taking her
eyes off of his condition. "And not that it was so ..."
"So what?" From this high angle, Jason once again had a view
down her singlet, which only succeeded in making him all the
harder.
"Ummm ... how to put this. Let's just say you're a healthy boy
and leave it at that." This time, her laughter was more than a
bit nervous.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean ... well ... you're a tad ... bigger than I would have
expected."
"Why, how big is it supposed to be?"
"Well, it's not supposed to be any size at all. Men ... and
boys ... vary a lot. It's just that, for your age, and your
height, I'd have guessed you to be a bit smaller than that. A
LOT smaller than that, actually."
"Why?" Jason asked. "What's average?" Other than a couple of
porn films, he'd never seen another guy's penis other than his
own. Faced with the knowledge that he might actually be
well-hung, he suddenly felt more bold than he had a few minutes
before. Bold enough even to stand there with his dick poking
straight out and ask questions about it.
"Hm. Well 'average' varies with age. The last studies I read
on the subject said that the average for an adult male is 5 and a
half inches. I'm guessing that for a boy your age, it would be
an inch or so less. Judging by eye ..." She craned her head
around, to get a look at his erection from the side. "I'd say
yours is about ... 6 and a half ... maybe 7."
"Really?" Jason smiled, proudly. "Cool."
She nodded. "Yes. You're a ... lucky boy, it seems." After
craning her head around to the other side, to get a different
profile view, the nurse seemed to shake herself out of her
reverie. "Oh ... but I, um ... there was a reason for making you
drop your shorts, wasn't there?"
"The hernia exam?"
"Yes. Right. That's it." More nervous laughter. "Hm. It's
a little trickier this way."
"It is?" he asked.
"Kind of." She started to reach her hand down, to get up
underneath, but clearly his erection was in the way. "There's
kind of an ... obstacle here."
"Oh."
"Do you mind if just ..." She tentatively reached for his
engorged member.
"Ummm ... no, I guess not." Oh my god, he thought! Was she
seriously going to ...
And then she did. Nurse Meyers took his cock in one hand and,
grasping it gently, pulled it over to one side. The sensation
was indescribable. Not since he was a little kid had anybody
touched him there, and even then it was his mother, all in the
name of taking a bath ... and it wasn't hard back then. But this
was something altogether different. With her free hand, she
reached up underneath, cupped his balls, and began to probe
around behind them with her fingertips. This feeling, combined
with the other, almost drove him over the edge. And then,
suddenly, it was gone. She pulled both hands away again.
"No," she said. "This isn't going to work."
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"Well ... everything is stretched too tight down there. I
can't make any kind of assessment."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's not your fault. It's mine. I just don't have any
experience trying to do hernia exams on guys with ... you know."
She gestured to his erection.
"Oh." Jason chuckled to himself. "Well you should probably
get used to it."
The nurse looked confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Um. You know. Looking the way you do and everything. I
doubt mine will be the last one you see this week."
This time, it was her turn to blush. "I see. And what way is
it that I look?"
"Well ... beautiful and everything. And those don't hurt." He
pointed to her chest, hoping she would realize that he meant it
more as a joke than to be rude.
The nurse glanced down, and seemed to become aware as if for
the first time just how revealing the singlet was without a
sports bra on underneath it. "Oh jeez. Look at me. No wonder
you're ..." She hid her face in her hands. "You must think I'm
a terrible tease."
"No, I don't," Jason said. "Not at all. I mean, this wasn't
the first time I ..." He trailed off.
"What?" she asked, her face emerging from behind her hands.
"First time you what?"
"Um. You know, back before ... when you used to live on
Hackney. I got ... excited when I saw you then too. And you
weren't being a tease then, right?"
An odd glint shone in her eye. "What, you mean back when I
used to sunbathe in the yard? You used to look at me then too?"
"Well ... yeah."
"And getting ... this way?"
He nodded. "Pretty much, yeah. All the time."
This brought a smile to her face for some reason, and again she
began to stare at his still throbbing erection. "Wow. I had no
idea I was putting on that good a show."
"What, back then?" he asked. "Or now?"
She laughed. "Both, I guess. So let me get this straight.
Are you saying that I'm entirely responsible for the state you're
in now?"
Jason shrugged, and the motion made his cock wag a bit.
"Pretty much."
"All because I took my sports bra off?"
"Among other things. Yeah."
"Wow. Imagine if I'd walked out of the bathroom topless!"
Jason said nothing, only blushed a deeper red.
"Oh, I see. You probably have already, haven't you?"
"What?"
"Imagined that. Me topless. Be honest now."
"Well ... yeah, maybe. Yeah. A few times." More like a few
million times.
"Today?" she asked. "Since I've been sitting here?"
"Maybe. Yeah."
"Right now?" she asked.
This time he only nodded.
"And ... how do they look in your imagination?"
"Um. Well. Magnificent."
"Oh my. That good? That's a lot to live up to." With this,
she placed her hands on the edge of the stool, pulled her
shoulders back, and thrust her chest out, then looked down at it.
"I don't think anybody's ever used quite that adjective to
describe them before. I have to say, though -- it's very
flattering to hear."
"It's true," Jason said, feeling bolder again.
"Of course, if I'm looking for flattery, I guess there's a more
obvious example of it ... staring me right in the face." She
looked amusedly again at his erection. "If that's not flattery,
I don't know what is."
"I'm um ... glad you think so."
"Oh I do. So much so actually, that it occurs to me I'm
probably being a bit unfair. Here you've been treating me to
such a nice show all this time, and I've really shown you nothing
at all."
"Well ... you know. You have, sort of. It's okay."
"No, I don't think it is okay, Jason. I think it's only fair
that things should be balanced. One good turn deserves another,
as they say. So ..." Without another word, the nurse reached
down to the hem of her singlet, and with one swift motion, pulled
it up and over her head and off, then dropped it to the floor.
And with that, she revealed the most amazing sight he'd ever seen
-- her smooth, huge, milky white and perfect breasts, which
bounced just a little as they settled into place. She sat on her
hands, and thrust her chest out a bit again, so that her large
pinkish nipples jutted out toward him, calling to him. "There,"
she said. "Now we're even, wouldn't you say?"
But Jason couldn't figure out what to say. "I -- I --"
"So ... do they live up to your expectations?"
"Y-yes. God, yes. Magnificent. Perfect even."
"Perfect? Well, thank you, Jason. I have to say, for a young
boy, you say the kindest things."
"It's true," he said, still staring down at her massive,
perfect tits. "All true."
"If you say so, I have to believe you. Perfect they are,
then." Nurse Meyers giggled at her own joke. "But I think we've
gotten a bit off-track here, don't you think?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Jason asked, slowly losing his ability to
think clearly.
"Well, the hernia exam," she said. "This all started because
of that."
"Oh ... right."
"And the problem is, I have a feeling that in my urge to be
fair and give you a show, I think maybe I just made things worse.
Looks to me like you might be even more ... excited than you
were before."
"Definitely," Jason said, and wondered if he'd ever been harder
in his life. Or if he'd ever be soft again.
"So then, there's really only one thing to do."
"What's that?"
"Well, we have to let you ... how to put this ... release. So
it will calm down a bit."
"You mean ...?"
"Yes, that's what I mean." She smiled.
"So, you want me to ...?"
"Oh, no no. This was my fault. I'm the one who was sitting
here in front of you half-naked. Seems only fair to me that if
anybody should take care of things, it should be me."
Oh my god, Jason thought. What was she saying? "R-r-really?"
"Of course. I mean, I'm kind of obligated, don't you think?"
As if he'd ever say no. "Sure," he said. "If you think so."
"I do. Now just stand still there, and Nurse Meyers will take
care of everything. Ready?"
"Y-yes."
As Jason watched, she then reached down with both hands. One
came up under his balls and started gently rubbing and teasing
them. The other came up under his throbbing rod and cradled it,
then slowly began to pet the underside lightly, her fingertips
paying special attention to the most sensitive spot, just below
the head. It was as if she were hard-wired directly into his
brain, and knew exactly where to touch him to best effect. One
of the benefits, he supposed, of being a nurse? Meanwhile, he
was mesmerized by the sight of breasts, which were being pushed
together now by the sides of her arms, and were undulating
slightly with the subtle movements of her hands. "So tell me,
Jason. How does that feel?"
"P-perfect," he said. "B-but ..."
"But what?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and alert, a
gentle smirk on her face, as she continued to tease and titillate
his overexcited cock. "What is it, Jason?"
"I ... it's almost ready to ..." He could feel the euphoria
surging up inside him.
"I know, Sweetie. I can feel it." She gave his tightening
balls a gentle squeeze, then in one deft motion, used the fingers
of her other hand to rub the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and
slide it down onto his most sensitive area. And that, as they
say, was that -- the last straw. There was no holding back any
more, even if he'd been trying to. Instinctively, knowing that
his legs would soon get weak, he leaned forward a bit and placed
his arms on the nurse's shoulders, just as he began to cum. Hot
jets of it shot out of him uncontrollably, one wave after
another, welling up from deep inside of him and firing out into
the world, as her expert fingers continued to urge even more.
And as it came out, she used it as a lubricant to stroke him even
longer, and faster, milking him for all he was worth. Leaning
forward the way he was, he couldn't even see what she was doing
any more ... all he knew was that it felt amazing.
Finally, gradually, the orgasm subsided. She continued to urge
him a bit more, and his cock certainly kept twitching in response
... but there was nothing left to give, and she knew it. As she
let go of his spent tool, Jason began to get more feeling in his
legs again, and stood up straight. What he saw then defied even
his wildest expectations.
Nurse Meyers was, quite frankly, a mess. Apparently, his cock
had angled up a bit as he came, because there were blasts of
dripping goo everywhere on her -- on the bottom of her chin, on
her neck, down on her belly, and most spectacularly, all over her
massive, beautiful breasts. In fact, the majority of his thick,
milky cum seemed to be splashed across her tits, and it looked to
him like a piece of pornographic artwork. It was almost, he
thought, as if she had aimed it there specifically.
As the nurse looked down at herself, Jason half-expected her to
be upset or something. But he knew this wasn't the case the
moment she raised her face up toward him, and showed him a wide,
mischievous grin. "My oh my," she said. "Look at that. Are you
this enthusiastic about everything you do?"
Jason chuckled, in spite of himself. "Sorry," he said.
"Don't be. Please. My girls haven't been watered this well in
a long time." As if to illustrate, she brought her hands up and
began to slowly smear the cum across and around her tits, like it
was some kind of moisturizing lotion. She paid special
attention, it seemed, to rubbing it over her nipples, the tips of
which were now engorged to the size of marbles. She even reached
down and scooped up the cum on her belly, and brought it up to
further "moisturize" her chest. Then, her hands exploring
upward, she found the mess on her neck and chin, and scooped that
up as well. This time, however, she made a bit of a detour, and
brought the fingers of one cum-filled hand to her mouth, licking
them clean.
"Oh," she said, glancing up him with a look of approval. "Very
tasty."
"Um. Thanks," Jason said, awkwardly.
"No, thank you. It was very generous of you to share so much
with me."
"Any time." He chuckled again. "But, um ..."
"Yes?"
He pointed down at his cock, which was still "pointing" as
well. As much as before. "It doesn't seem to be going down."
"Oh," she said. "Hm. You really ARE enthusiastic, aren't
you?"
"Apparently."
A serious expression passed over the nurse's face. "Well ...
this is a problem."
"What do we do now?" Jason asked.
"Well, I think maybe stronger measures are required."
"Really?"
"Yes, this definitely needs to be taken care of. Jason, do you
trust me?"
"Of course."
"Okay then. I need you to take your shorts off the rest of the
way, and lay down there on the cot for me, okay?" The
seriousness of Nurse Meyers' tone made him wonder whether
something was actually wrong, so he did as she said swiftly,
stepping out of his shorts. "The socks too. That's it." Fully
naked now, he lay back on the cot, his still-throbbing cock
pointing straight up.
"I wasn't sure if it would come to this," she said. "But I
think it's the only way to make sure we're able to complete your
physical today." With this, she reached down, untied both
sneakers and removed them. Then her socks. Then, in a final
glorious act -- at least to Jason's way of thinking -- she peeled
off her running shorts, let them drop to her ankles, then stepped
out of them. Which left her standing before him in nude
perfection. A goddess.
Jason's eyes weren't sure where to look, and he wished for
another pair of eyes to see it all. The view of her firm breasts
from this new low angle -- her towering above him -- was fresh
and exciting. But there was her pussy as well, decorated by a
fine covering of dark blonde fur, which looked as if it had been
trimmed to fit nicely under a small bikini. Back and forth his
eyes went, making him almost dizzy. Where was a camera when you
needed one?
"Do you still trust me?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," Jason answered, anxiously.
"Then just relax, and Nurse Meyers will take care of
everything." The last time she'd said that, she'd been good to
her word. So he wondered excitedly what would happen next.
"Ready?"
"Y-yes."
She smiled down at him, then approached. And with no further
ado, the nurse climbed up onto the cot, planting her knees to
either side of him, straddling him. Amazing, Jason thought, at
the sight of her pussy hovering just inches above the tip of his
cock. Then she leaned forward, and placed her hands gently on
his shoulders, not so much for support as for balance -- clearly,
most of her weight was still being supported by her legs. Her
huge tits now dangled teasingly in front of him, swaying and
wobbling as she found her center of balance. They were
positively mesmerizing.
And then, something amazing happened. While Jason had been
distracted by her breasts, the nurse had expertly lowered her
pelvis, inch by inch, until now the dripping wet lips of her
pussy were resting on the head of his cock. His breath caught
in his throat for a few seconds. Was this really happening to
him? With a wiggle of her hips, which caused an equal wiggling
of her tits, she maneuvered the tip of his pulsing member into
her warm, inviting sex. First just a little ... then back out
again. Then a little more ... then back out again. As if lubing
it up with her juices. And then, on the count of three, she
turned off the brakes and came sliding down completely, taking
all of him into her, right down to the base of his cock, in one
swift, slippery motion.
The feeling, for Jason, was incredible. Beyond description.
Warmth, wetness, and an ecstatic return to something he felt as
if he'd done before, but never had. It just felt so ... natural.
Nurse Meyers, meanwhile, must have enjoyed it too. Because as
she impaled herself on him, she arched up, threw her head back
and her chest out, and made a small mewling noise, like a wounded
cat. If not for the smile on her face, he might have thought she
was in pain. Then, before she lost any momentum, she brought her
hips up again, sliding him slowly out of her. And just as it
seemed as if she'd let his cock go entirely, she slammed back
down, right to the hilt, with such force that it made her tits
jiggle. This time, the noise that escaped her was more like an
elongated "eeeeeeee".
Oh my god, Jason thought. I've died and gone to heaven.
The nurse's fingernails dug into his shoulders as she went up,
then down again. "Yesssss," she hissed. And at this point,
whatever sense of control she had went out the window. Because
what seemed before to be deliberate motions became something
entirely different. As Jason watched on, amazed at how good his
cock felt, Nurse Meyers began to full-out ride him, faster and
faster, sliding up and down on his shaft with reckless abandon,
her tits bouncing wildy, and her long ponytail flapping this way
and that. Her moans and squeaks were punctuated only by the
crackling of the paper beneath him, and the squishy sounds of her
wet pussy splashing against his balls every time she brought
herself down.
Finally, Jason couldn't resist any longer, and reached up to
grab a handful of massive tit in each of his hands, squeezing and
fondling them for all they were worth. And this only seemed to
send the nurse into a greater frenzy. "Oh my god, yesssss,
that's it," she groaned, as she fucked him even more furiously.
"So close ... so close ..." Following his instincts, which were
addled by the fact that he was dangerously close to cumming
himself, Jason took the large nipples of both teats between his
thumbs and forefingers, and he gave them a soft pinch. Her
response was immediate. "Yes, yes, yessssss ..." So he pinched
them even harder, and this seemed to do the trick.
A slow wail grew up out of Nurse Meyers. While still riding
him, she lifted her hands up off of Jason's shoulders and leaned
back, making it impossible for him to hold on to her tits, which
began to jiggle freely once more. She braced herself against the
wall, and seemed to find a new angle for his cock to penetrate
her. The change in sensation was instantaneous for him, and must
have been for her as well. They both began to cum, at the same
time. Jason gritted his teeth as once again, wave after wave of
jizz spurted out of him, deep into her, and as his legs went
entirely numb. The nurse, for her part, began to curse like a
sailor, breathing heavily, until finally, all at once, she came
down on him and just froze. A look of agonizing delight crossed
over her face, then after ten seconds or so, she started to move
again ... but only slowly, tentatively -- as if trying to milk
the last bit of pleasure out of the experience.
She looked down at Jason, who by now was pretty much thoroughly
spent. "Holy fuck," she said.
Breathing heavily himself, he asked, "Is that good or bad?"
The sexy nurse thought about this, then leaned forward again,
trying to keep Jason's slowly softening cock inside of her. With
her tits pressed against his chest, she kissed him full on the
mouth, finding his tongue, and ran her fingers through his hair.
Then she brought his ear around, to whisper hotly into it. "It's
magnificent," she said.
For the next few minutes, they did nothing but lay there like
that, her sweaty body on top of his, both of them still reveling
in the aftershocks of the thoroughly intense experience.
Finally, though, the nurse released a long sigh. "Well, I guess
we can't lay here like this forever, can we?"
"Why not?" Jason asked.
She laughed at this, then kissed him once more. "Because we
still have work to do." Then, with no warning, she climbed up
off of him, bringing her leg wide and around, adjusting her
weight, and a few seconds later, stood in front of him. Her legs
were more wobbly than she expected, though, and she quickly
realized it might make more sense to sit on the stool.
"Now," she said, smiling. "Stand up, so we can finish your
hernia exam." Struggling a bit with the change of gears, Jason
erred on the side of doing as he was told, first sitting up, then
standing in front of her. His cock, red and sticky from all the
exertion, was no longer rock hard. It hung down now at a
45-degree angle, pointing almost directly at the nurse's pubic
region. "Poor guy," she said. "It looks a bit tired."
"I can't imagine why," Jason joked.
"Was I too rough on him, do you think?" she asked.
He chuckled. "Not at all."
"Well I have to say ... it still looks impressive, even in this
condition."
"Heh. Thanks."
"Does it always stay so ... long? Even when it's fully soft?"
"Pretty much. Maybe an inch or so shorter."
"Hm. I see. Must be quite a sight." She smirked. "Now ..."
And once again, as before, she used one hand to pull his cock
aside, while the other reached up underneath and probed the
region just below his balls. "Well ... you'll be happy to know
that I don't think you have a hernia."
"Good," Jason said. But his mind was on something else. He
didn't know how to tell her, but ...
"Uh oh," she said, and looked down at the hand that was holding
his cock. Clearly, she'd begun to feel what he was feeling too,
as his indefatigable member slowly grew hard in her hand. "You
don't mean?"
"I'm afraid so," he said, blushing a bit.
"Again?" The nurse pulled her hand away, and watched as his
erection grew hard right in front of her, quickly approaching
it's full size.
He shrugged. "Sorry."
"Oh, Jason," she said. "Dear Jason." There was a broad smile
on her face now as she stared somewhat hungrily at his young
cock. "I can see that this physical is going to take MUCH much
longer than I expected. Who knows ... maybe even an entire
school year. Maybe longer. But don't you worry ..."
Jason eagerly anticipated what she'd say next.
"... because Nurse Meyers will take care of everything."
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