Original chapter on writing.com by: Material Defender
However and whoever in her balls was unlikely to be the end of it for the day. Fucking her was probably going to wind up getting black widowed. You decide you'd much rather keep your mind focused and keep yourself here, clothed, and not a pile of cum. You take a moment to breathe and get your bearings before deciding to ask about the nurse. "Hey. Um... I was told to go see the nurse?" you ask the hot, bloated secretary. Your mind wanders as you breathe in her deep, lovely musk that was nearly impossible to resist. Maybe a taste of her new cum wouldn't hurt. You were about to divert your attention and ask about that before a hand grabs you on the shoulder from behind. You spin around to stare at... um.
You take a few moments to take it in. IT's a he, but not a very masculine he. Looks like a herm without tits maybe! He's wearing a sexy nurse uniform with shapely legs sprouting forth. His hair is long and its clear that he's had some laser treatment on his face. His only real indication is the fact his eyes are clearly male and his jawline was a bit too strong to be a female. OF course the flat chest also helped indicate what he did in the bedroom and with what. "Oh, looking for me I see? Now come come. Can't have you becoming a meal until you've had a clean bill of health. The secretary, as over eager as she is, does know better than that..." He says, gently tugging you along. Your heart sinks when you know this, realizing you could have had as much fun with her as you wanted! Now the nurse was going to clear you and... ugh. CUm pile! The male nurse's voice was feminine without having a lisp that sounds like you have a burnt tongue.
Before long you were in the nurse's quarter it seemed like. There were quite a few on duty, busy. "I'm sure you're wondering why all the nurses? Well... if you eat someone who's sick and digest them, you get their illness ten fold. So... students need to have medical attention twenty four seven," He mentions, taking her into a small office. It was like a basic clinic area, bed against the wall, counters, a computer. "Now, undress. First timers need a run down of physical attributes and the like." He said, trying to stay official. Though it seemed like his time with the secretary had screwed up his gait... he was hiding a boner under that skirt. You were going to complain, but you decide that you do need some relief of your own and this guy seems more like the sort to suck you off than rape you.
You remove clothing from your shapely form, pulling it all aside. You were a herm all right, well built otherwise. Your C cup breasts wouldn't win any size awards, but could draw eyes. Your cock was more of your center piece, nearly a foot long and three inches wide, it had ruined many an asshole at your old school. Girls were fun, but making boys cry like sissies was the ultimate pleasure. When you forced the football captain to go to school as a girl otherwise you would've turned him into cum was on your mind, making your cock rock hard. You've got a good sized ass and a good sized hips, though you figure you're here for the cock, not unbirthing. Your capabilities there were limited comparatively.
He turns around and says..."
