3 comments/ 25116 views/ 12 favorites Stacy Settles In By: tanyastoes It is one of those late summer days when you can tell fall is coming. The morning starts out cool and crisp and the temperature rises all day. It will be sweltering by mid-day, but now, in the morning light, the air has a slight chill to it. Nurse Debbie enters the administration building. She is older than the average person walking these halls, but make no mistake -- any male, young or old, that sees her reacts in the same way, by pitching a tent in his pants. She is the definition of a ten; a beautiful face, pale skin, dark hair and a voluptuous figure. Her curly black hair flows over her shoulders and back. She is wearing her usual nurse's uniform, although it would not be considered "usual" for very many nurses. Her tight white blouse is bulging open in the front with the top two buttons undone. Her double D tits are on full display, drawing the eye with a bright red, lacy bra that is just barely containing her chest, but also playfully visible above the matching, large, red plus sewn to the front of the blouse. She is wearing a short white skirt that shows off her long, stocking-covered legs. As she walks, the skirt rides up very slightly, but enough to show the tops of the stockings, attached to her garter belt. Its enough to make anyone picture her naked, although the outfit in general leaves little to the imagination... Debbie adjusts her black-framed glasses over her sharp, blue eyes to read the directory. Today, she is here to see the university's dean, Dave. She spots his name and notes the location of his office, then heads for the elevator as her red heels echo on the floor. The building is virtually empty at this hour, which is exactly why she has arrived so early. Debbie plans on meeting with Dean Dave and garnering his undivided attention. The university recently changed their insurance companies. Nurse Debbie has heard about this through her industry contacts. She found out that the new company requires all university faculty, staff, and any students employed or under scholarship would have to undergo a rigorous screening to be eligible for coverage. The interesting part for her is that all males covered would be required to have a semen sample collected. Debbie knows that this is a huge opportunity and would like Dean Dave to award her the collection contract. It would be very lucrative to open her own small clinic near the university and Debbie knows she can be very persuasive to men that have things she wants... The elevator door opens. Debbie steps out to see Dean Dave opening the door to his office. He is just arriving and he turns when the elevator dings, surprised anyone else is here so early. When Debbie steps out, he drops the keys (and his jaw). Debbie smiles brightly. Seeing Dave's expression, she thinks, "This is just too easy..." She strides over toward him. "Dean Dave?" The dean kneels, picking up his keys. When he turns to look at her, she is almost right next to him. Dave looks over at her sexy, long legs. He can see where the stockings end: her bare inner thighs are soft and milky. Dave is so close, he catches a faint whiff of the familiar female scent. He turns to look up at her. "Ah... ahem... Yes, I am the dean." He rises, extending his hand. "And you are?" "Dean, I'm Nurse Debbie." She leans forward, bending at the waist as her hand meets his. Debbie knows full well that at Dave's height, he can see right down her blouse. "It's a pleasure to meet you." The dean's eyes drop to her chest. He smiles, firmly pumping her hand two times. The soft skin of her huge mounds jiggles pleasantly. "The pleasure is all mine, Debbie. And please..." his gaze meets hers, "call me Dave." Debbie nods politely. "Dave, do you have a minute?" Dave watches her shiny lips move. She has prominent lips compared to rest of her face. Her bright red lipstick matches the red plus, the heels, and the hint of the bra he can see. He opens the door and holds it for her. "Come on in, my first appointment isn't for a few hours." The dean smiles. Debbie walks past him and her hand brushes against the front of his pants casually. His smile wasn't the only thing growing as he watched her walk into his office. As the dean of a prestigious university, he had seen his share of gorgeous co-eds. He had fucked some of the better looking ones and was now deeply appreciating the full round ass of the older MILF type entering his office. She seemed very sure of herself, a quality lacking in his usual younger targets. He steps in, swinging the door closed behind him. "Are you a nurse here at the school, Debbie?" Dave walks past her to his desk and gestures to the chair for her to sit. She does. "Actually, I work for your colleague, Dr. Long. But I have been considering other employment options, which is why I came to see you this morning." The dean sits, looking across his desk at her. Debbie continues. "As you are aware, the university has switched to a new insurance carrier this semester." She shifts in her chair. The cushion makes a squishing sound. The chairs in his office were selected by the dean himself. He picked these out because they were uncomfortable and would encourage his visitors to either stand or kneel. "Yes, that's correct." Dave folds his hands over his desk. "I guess these big contracts draw considerable attention." Debbie nods, standing. "The new carrier requires extensive screening of its incoming patients. Specifically, all of the males with coverage must provide a semen sample." She crosses the room and steps behind the dean's desk. Dave rotates in his chair as she circles, never letting her leave his gaze. "It just so happens that I have set myself up as an intermediary between the insurance company and the university." Debbie leans forward, placing her hands on Dave's thighs. "The only part still undecided is who the university will award the contract to." The dean maintains a stern demeanor. He stares down her blouse again, breathing in her scent. Smelling her causes his partial erection to spring into a noticeable point in his lap. Debbie looks down, noticing the shift. She smiles, knowing her ploy is working and her eyes return to his face. Dave is still staring down her blouse shamelessly. "Well, you have brought up an interesting point. It would be a conflict of interest to award the contract to my colleague, Dr. Long, but if you were offering an unaffiliated contractor, that's quite a different scenario." He reaches up, mesmerized by the huge jugs dangling before him. His broad palms find the generous curve of her tits and Dave squeezes them roughly. "I can assume you would grant me personal access to your facilities in the event of an award?" Debbie sighs as he gropes her. She always gets extremely turned on when she inspires appreciation from men. This one obviously is overcome by her assets. "Of course, Dave. It goes without saying that I'd expect a thorough probing." She uses her slender fingers to find his zipper fly, then opens it casually. Once the zipper is open, Dave's raging cock pushes out, still covered by his straining boxers. A dark wet spot is showing at the tip. Debbie gasps playfully. "Dean, it appears that you have a chronic case of morning wood!" He nods and finally looks her in the eye. "Yes, nurse, and I'm afraid my affliction has reached the advanced stages." She straightens her back, standing. "I'm sure I can provide you with treatment. Would you like to see two of my best remedies?" Without waiting for an answer, she pops open the last few buttons on her blouse. Her tits shift out as the thin blouse drops to the floor. Debbie reaches behind and unclasps her bra. The dean is practically drooling. Nurse Debbie shrugs her shoulders. The loops slide off and the cups fall. Her bare breasts burst free. They are heavy, but have no sag to them. She places her hands on her hips, smiling for him as he admires her large, round boobs. Her fat, pink nipples tilt slightly up from the broad curves as her tits jut out from her body like a shelf. Dave swallows hard. "Well, nurse, they are very impressive, but I'm afraid they have worsened my condition for the time being." Looking down, Debbie notices that the dean's cock has poked further through his open fly. The wet spot at the tip of his boxers has spread considerably. "My, my, this just won't do..." she chides. Debbie drops to her knees and puts her hands on either side of his straining boxers. She pulls gently, which allows the dean's stiff cock head to pop free of the fabric. He sighs. "What a relief! I thought I was going to poke through." About 7 inches of Dave's thick shaft protrudes from his fly, curving slightly and topped by his fat maroon head. A thin stream of clear precum runs down from his cum hole. Dean Dave has an impressive dick and Debbie notes this with appreciation. She knows there must be two or three more inches concealed in his pants. She stares at his prick while kneeling in front of him. "Dave, you are at a critical stage," she says gravely. Sitting up, her hand reaches across his lap and grips his rock-hard shaft. Debbie squeezes. More precum oozes out, slides down his length, and flowing over her fingers. "I'm going to have to act fast..." "Please, nurse," he gathers her soft hair in one hand, watching. "I need your help." She looks past his fleshy pole to the dean's face. He is focused on her mouth. Debbie leans forward, tilting his throbbing head toward her face as she parts her lips. Dean Dave watches Debbie's rose-colored lips part. His serious expression is broken when she takes his cock in her mouth. He can't help but sigh and he smiles wide. Holding her hair up, he watches her mouth stretch around him. Her tongue is warm and wet on his hard prick. Her thick lips inch down until her nose pushes through his open fly. The dean moans softly. Although Debbie is a skilled cocksucker, she struggles slightly with his size. She wants to make a good impression, so she doesn't hesitate to deepthroat his member. Debbie plunges down, feeling it poke firmly into her throat. Her hands move to cup her bare tits and her eyes rise. She peers at the dean over her glasses. "Mmm. Yes, that's quite good, nurse." He feels the ridges of her throat on his swollen head. The sensation triggers him to flex his cock, driving deeper. "Ahhh..." She feels his shaft expand. His cock is strong and she fights hard not to gag. Tweaking her own stiff nipples, Debbie knows her bare pussy must be a slick mess inside her tight skirt. She lets her saliva ooze out and begins to slide up, coating his veiny shaft with spit. Debbie sits up, still cupping her soft double Ds. "I will now apply my tried and true remedies." She smiles and leans forward. Her ample breasts cover his hard, wet erection. She scoops his cock into her cleavage, positioning herself between his knees. His hands grip her shoulders. Debbie, a stunning MILF, is kneeling between his legs with her tits in his lap. Dave's large head is poking out from the top of her deep, soft cleavage. It still shines from her generous coating of spit. Her lips are also shiny and red as she smiles at him with a glint in her eye. "Now, Dean Dave, you will feel a soft warmth surrounding your big cock." She begins to move up and down, stroking him with her tits. "Do you feel it?" The dean nods, speechless. "Good, that means its working..." Debbie expertly moves her upper torso, bouncing her huge globes in his lap. She begins titfucking him steadily. "Mmm, yes, that's nice." He reaches down and tweaks her bubble gum nipple. It responds by stiffening in his fingers. "That's good sir," she maintains eye contact, bouncing. "You're doing great..." He pinches both her nipples, stretching her round tits as she works his cock. She presses the sides of her breasts together. His wet cock slides easily against her soft, wet skin. "I want to make sure there is no friction..." Without breaking her stroke, she tilts her head down and lets her mouth hang open. As the dean's dick pistons up, it penetrates her lips. When she slides his head out, it pulls more saliva out. "Oh god..." The dean's eyes roll back in his head. She tilts her head back up. "You just let me know if it gets even a tiny bit rough, ok? I'll keep it wet." Dave watches her fat lips and the strand of saliva that still hangs between his engorged cock head and her mouth. "Ok, nurse..." Debbie works his cock, up and down, up and down. She gauges his pleasure by the look on his face. "You just relax. I'll take care of this dick for you." "Ooops, I think it needs more spit..." he looks down at her hopefully. She smiles and again tilts her head, this time holding it there for a few strokes. "Ahh-," the dean sighs, watching her huge tits move his dick head in and out of her waiting mouth. Up and down; Debbie keeps bouncing. She notices his cock tastes considerably muskier now. She is tasting a fresh surge of precum. Her eyes rise as the head of his rod slips from her lips. Dean Dave's arms fall limp at his sides. "Mmm... yea..." Debbie sits up and moves her hands to the tops of her tits. Using her forearms, she presses even more flesh around his pole. His cock is almost completely engulfed with the tippy top of his head visible. With effort, her pace quickens. "Mmm, there you go, Dave..." She smiles, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Very good..." "Nurse Debbie, I am ready to award you the insurance contract." Dave states. His hungry eyes blaze intently at her. Her whole body is working him now, up and down, up and down. "Oh, that's great news, dean!" "Uhh... uhhhh..." He moans. She keeps pace. The dean's cock plunges in and out between her pale breasts. "I'm so happy you are feeling-" Suddenly, a wide spray jets out of Dave's tip, cutting off Debbie in mid-sentence. It is thin and clear, his last bit of precum, but it flies out wildly, coating the surface of Debbie's glasses. "-better." She blinks, still titfucking him. "UUHHH!" The first burst of thick cum shoots up into the air. It flies high above Debbie, then down, landing on the top of her head and in her bangs. "Ooooh..." she coos, pumping him up and down. "UUUHHHH!" Dave spurts again. The long strand lands on her forehead, trailing down her glasses. "Yes!" Debbie keeps pressure on his surging cock. "Uuhh!" Another jet shoots out, thick and heavy. It lands wetly across Debbie's fat, red lips. This strand looks starkly white compared to her painted mouth. She continues pumping. "Uhhh... uhhh... uhhhhh..." Several more hot pulses ooze from his head, pooling in her cleavage. Debbie slows now. Dave watches her as she slows, then stops. His thick cum sits against her chest in clumps and wet puddles. She is wearing three of his strands of semen on her head and face. "Ah hahaha! Oh wow, good job, dean!" He chuckles, watching the long string dangling from her mouth break as she moves her lips. "Whew... Yes, Debbie, I needed that, thank you." Dean Dave rises, pulling his softening, cum covered dick from her cleavage. "Here..." Debbie lets go of her tits and lifts his turgid cock. She dips it into her lips, slurping it loudly. "Mmm, thank you." He watches her expert mouth clean him. She leans back, releasing his dick with a POP! "Did that cure your ailment?" Debbie asks from her knees. "Yes, for the time being..." He smiles down at her. "Lets get you cleaned up. I can tell my dick is getting hard again and I'd like to try out your pussy before my 8:30." Debbie smirks up at him. "Don't worry, nurse, you have your contract..." _______________ Meanwhile, young Stacy is sweating it out in the gym. Volleyball practice has begun and Stacy, along with her other teammates are in the large university gym. Most of the girls are tall and lean with their hair in pony tails and their bodies on full display in the tight uniforms. Stacy wears pads on her knees, but her shapely thighs are uncovered by the skimpy shorts. Her sweat-soaked top clings to the skin of her chest. The large female coach barks out orders and instructions. The burly coach's voice echoes around the large room, mixing with sounds from other group's activities. There is a pick-up basketball game going on in the court adjacent to volleyball practice. When Stacy rotates to the back position, she notices several of the players becoming distracted by the women of the volleyball team. Stacy then notices a familiar face ogling one of the bent over girls. It is her English Lit teacher, Dr. Barry. He looks very athletic in the sleeveless shirt and there is an impressive outline dangling from his loose shorts. He notices her finally and she gives him a small wave. Knowing that he is now looking her way, she pretends to tie her shoe, bending at the waist with her knees straight. He can probably make out the folds of her little pussy in the tight, wet shorts. Suddenly, she is caught off guard by a yelp of pain. Stacy turns to see Dr. Barry on the ground, clenching his right hand. She didn't see what happened, but feels a twinge of guilt. Several of the guys playing basketball crowd around him. "Orel! Get with it!" The coach bellows at her. "You can watch the injury report on TV later, LETS GO!" Stacy snaps into action and hustles her way through the rest of practice. Afterwards, she and the other girls hit the locker room. Stacy undresses and steps into the showers among her lithe, nubile teammates. The warm water feels so good on her exhausted body. She knows she has an appointment with the dean at 8:30 and wants to make sure she is fresh and clean. The other girls finish showering and slowly taper off until she is alone in the steamy warmth. Stacy can't help but touch herself, thinking of the dean's hot cum flooding her mouth. As she is just about to come, an image flashes in her mind. It was Dr. Barry, standing there, smiling at her in that goofy way. She also has an image of his swinging cock in his loose shorts... _______________ Michelle sits in the outer area of the dean's office, trying to distract herself with a game of Minesweeper. It wasn't working. On the other side of a thin frosted glass partition, the dean was still "trying out" Nurse Debbie's pussy. Dave had been mercilessly fucking her for the past 20 minutes or more. Michelle wasn't sure because she had only been in the office for 20 minutes and since she arrived, they had been going at it. To her disappointment, she had not yet been called in to join. It sounded like they were having lots of fun... One thing Dean Dave had been very specific about when Michelle was hired as his assistant: she was not to enter Dave's inner office unless specifically summoned by him. He stressed to her that under no circumstances was she to enter unannounced. So, here she sat, listening to Dave having sex with some woman. Michelle had not seen them come in, and as such, had no idea who was on the receiving end of the dean's long, fat prick. It sounded as if the woman was closing in on another orgasm; the third Michelle had sat through. She huffs, closing the game and opening a social media website. Maybe this would distract her. Five minutes later, at 8:25am, there is a sharp knock on the outer door. "Come in!" Michelle calls. Stacy steps through the door, fresh from the gym. Her long blonde hair is up on top of her head in a makeshift bun, stabbed through with a pencil. She is wearing a stretchy black and white striped dress that is very tight on her trim body. Michelle notices the ridges in the fabric where her panties are, but doesn't see any for her bra. Sure enough, when Stacy turns to face her, Michelle can clearly see her nipples poking against the fabric. "Hi, Michelle - I'm here for my 8:30 appointment with the dean. I finally figured out which time zone I'm in --sigh-- but I think I'm still early." She smiles and closes the door. Stacy Settles In Stacy stops when she sees the expression on Michelle's face and clutches her books against her chest. She hadn't noticed at first, but now she clearly heard someone shouting in the dean's office -- a woman. There were also some pronounced rocking and squeaking sounds. "OOOHHHHH!!!" -squeak--squeak--CRASH- "YES!"-squeak-"YES!"-SQUEAK-"FUUCK! I'm coming again!!! I'm coming on your BIG COCK!!!" Then there was the lower toned voice of Dean Dave, but Stacy couldn't make out what he was saying. The female voice continues squealing. Michelle's annoyed gaze meets Stacy's incredulous one. "The dean's earlier appointment has run over, but I'll let him know you are here..." She presses the intercom button. Immediately they hear Dave's voice over the speaker, "-ing so deep, you feel it?" The squeaking stops. The dean clears his throat, then speaks. "Yes?" "Dean, your 8:30 is here. Shall I ask her to wait?" They hear papers shuffling. "No, no. Send her on in, Michelle." Then the speaker cut off. Michelle rolls her eyes. "You can head in, Ms. Orel." ________ Stacy steps into the office. Dave is sitting at his desk wearing an undershirt and slacks. She looks over to see an older woman, a very attractive brunette wearing glasses, sitting in one of the chairs facing the dean's desk. The woman looks strangely familiar... "Stacy," he checks his watch and nods approvingly, "perfect timing!" She blushes. Obviously she interrupted some intense sex, so she doesn't understand what he means. Dean Dave stands. "This, young lady, is Nurse Debbie." The woman stands and reaches to shake hands with Stacy. Stacy steps forward and meets her grip. "Pleased to..." It hit her just then. This woman was the nurse at Dr. Long's clinic. She had made Stacy get naked and even helped her into the paper gown right before Dr. Long all but forced his cock down Stacy's throat. "...meet you..." Stacy takes in her surroundings. From her vantage point (she is slightly taller than Debbie), she can see a crusty white line stuck in the top of her dark hair. Debbie is smiling at her and she is quite stunning, but looks pretty disheveled. Her hair is tangled, her makeup is smeared. Her blouse is wrinkled and not buttoned right (the first button is in the second hole). Her huge chest is barely held back by the blouse. Debbie appears to be bra-less. She was obviously the one having the orgasm two minutes ago, then had dressed quickly. "Yes, Stacy, hello." Debbie says warmly. "I remember you from Dr. Long's office." She smirks at the dean, then turns back to her. "You encouraged the doctor to be quite productive during your little visit." "Heh heh heh, yea..." Stacy has no idea what she means, but doesn't want to appear dull. Debbie looks Stacy up and down and nods to the dean before returning to her seat. The dean is beaming at them. He looks at Stacy, gesturing to the open chair. "Please..." Stacy puts her books down and sits. She feels like she is missing something obvious. Dave folds his hands behind him and starts to walk around his desk. "Now, Debbie is here to assist the university in transitioning to a new insurance carrier. The specifics are not important, but we have both seen considerable potential in you, young lady." He walks between them, stopping to lean back on his desk. Stacy then notices that Dave has a serious bulge in his pants. He must still be hard from fucking Debbie, since Stacy had interrupted them before he finished. She stares at the dean's tented crotch, remembering the taste of his cum and how Michelle fed it to her on her last visit, right in this office. Now her pussy starts to throb. Nurse Debbie and Dean Dave are both looking at Stacy. "Oh..." she stammers. "Potential that has yet to be realized." He continues moving around the room. "The good nurse will be opening up her own facility adjacent to campus. As the head facilitator, she will need some assistance in her business." Stacy feels Dave lurking behind and above her. She feels a shock travel through her body, knowing that his hard cock is probably just a few inches from the back of her head. The wetness between her legs grows. After a moment, he resumes walking. "Debbie here has approached me for prospective assistant facilitators." Dave and Debbie make eye contact. "With her considerable expertise, she has assured me that she can mold any person of my choice into an expert." Nurse Debbie chimes in. "Stacy, I'm going to be collecting sperm samples from every male covered by the university. This is very serious business and my reputation is at stake." She pauses for effect. Stacy shifts in her chair. She can feel her very excited pussy start to drip with wetness when she shifts. The plastic seat material sticks to the bare skin of her legs below her short dress. "Dave has mentioned you as a potential candidate. This position would solidify your standing at the university, provide some stature with the faculty and staff, not to mention the stipend." Debbie and Dave again share a glance. "We understand that your experience is limited, but with my help, you should be capable of filling the opening, assuming you can handle our clients." All this is very confusing to Stacy. The musky scent of sex lingers in the air, driving her wild. Its all she can do to fight the urge to touch herself but she keeps her hands in her lap, unsure of why she is so aroused. Dave watches the confusion set in on young Stacy's face. He chuckles. "This is a very good opportunity for you. Do you understand what we are offering?" Stacy is staring straight ahead. The dean steps into her line of sight. He knows that, with her sitting and him standing, she is looking right at his straining hard-on inside his slacks. Stacy's gaze lingers on his crotch, then she bites her lower lip as her eyes rise to meet his. "Ok, Nurse Debbie here is in charge of collecting everyone's cum. That's a lot of cum, right?" He asks, nodding. Stacy nods too. "Now, some guys will need help and Debbie is very persuasive. She can convince any straight male to produce a semen sample at the drop of a hat." Stacy looks over at Debbie. "You like cum, right Stacy?" Debbie asks. Stacy nods again. Dave places his hand on her cheek. Stacy eyes rise to his. "Debbie is going to show you how to be as convincing as she is. We both know you can do it, its just a matter of trusting us." Dave watches the comprehension click in her eyes. Stacy, feeling patronized, stands up. "I'm not stupid!" They are so close that the dean's erection pokes Stacy's toned stomach. "Yes, of course you aren't." He chuckles again, then turns back to his desk, walking. "Now, you trust us, don't you young lady?" Dave turns to her. Stacy's eyes are wide. She looks like she is full of some fire inside her. "I can do this, dean. I'm not stupid and you are giving me an opportunity. Yes, I trust you..." Her voice tapers, losing some steam. Debbie's heels click on the floor as she starts to walk. Stacy turns to see her unbuttoning the last button of her top. Debbie opens her blouse, exposing her massive, pale tits. Stacy gasps and her hands fly over her mouth. She's never seen breasts so big. They aren't freakishly large, but Debbie is not a big woman, so the double Ds are definitely not proportional. She can't help but stare at them. Debbie smirks. Her hands reach up to the halter top of Stacy's dress. Looking into Stacy's eyes, Debbie pulls her top down. Stacy's large tits bounce into view. Her skin is tan from a summer of outdoor volleyball. She had apparently been playing in a very skimpy bikini because most of her breasts were also tan, save for a small pale patch around her nipples. Debbie places her small hands on the front of Stacy's bare boobs. She squeezes them gently and Stacy's erect nipples poke at her palms. "One of the most important things to understand is that men are visual creatures. Giving them a show can be a very effective arousal tool." She squeezes again as both women lock eyes. "You have a great body..." Stacy drops her hands from her face. "Thank you." "You're welcome, now show the dean." Stacy turns toward the dean's desk. He is standing, watching the women. His eyes fall to Stacy's bare chest. Debbie speaks up from behind her. "Do you see how interested he is? Most men are either a tit guy or an ass guy." As Stacy watches Dave, he reaches across his desk and puts his hands where Debbie's were moments ago. Simultaneously, Debbie grabs the bottom of Stacy's stretchy dress and pulls up. Stacy's tight, round ass is now exposed, still covered by a lacy pair of pink panties. Stacy gasps, but keeps staring at Dave. "Giving a man a show will almost certainly get him excited." Debbie says, placing each of her hands on Stacy's cheeks. "I think our subject here is already fully aroused, so we can skip that step for now." She squeezes Stacy's ass playfully. With all this attention, Stacy knows that her panties are now soaked through. She stands between her dean and her potential new boss, being groped by both of them. Stacy feels Debbie's thumbs hook through her panties. She pulls them down without hesitation, squatting as they slide. Debbie lingers at eye level with Stacy's ass and the back of her pussy. "Very nice, Stacy, now hop up on Dave's desk." The dean has been clenching Stacy's round jugs from across his desk. He makes eye contact with Stacy, seeing her uncertainty at Debbie's command. "Its ok, climb on up here on your hands and knees." He says, stepping back to give her room. Stacy is nervous but wants so badly to please everyone. Reluctantly, she steps out of her panties and climbs up on Dave's desk, bending her hips as she crawls up. "Holy shit!" Debbie is holding Stacy's pink panties. She holds them up to show the dean. From the middle of the ass all the way across the front, almost to the top, the pink panties are a darker color and completely drenched. Debbie wrings them out, watching in disbelief as Stacy's wetness drips in a steady stream from the twisted fabric. "Dean, she is DRIPPING wet." Dave reaches across Stacy, down on all fours, and takes the panties. He presses them to his face, inhaling deeply. "As you can see Stacy, men are also stimulated by scent." Nurse Debbie informs her. The dean opens the balled up underwear and licks the wettest part on the inside. His eyes swell with appreciation. "-and apparently taste..." Stacy looks back at Debbie. The two of them share a smile as the dean drops her panties into a drawer. Debbie leans forward to examine Stacy's crotch. She has to admit to herself -- it's a beautiful sight. Stacy is bearing herself shamelessly. Her tan ass is up in the air, split down the middle by the tanline showing the outline of her skimpy bikini bottom. Stacy's cheeks are very defined and there is a pronounced curve, even as she is bent over. Debbie looks at her tiny ass hole, noting that it is perfectly groomed and appears to be very tight. Her eyes move down to Stacy's pussy. It is completely hairless with no trace of bumps. Her entire area is coated with wetness and shines with a glossy sheen. Debbie touches Stacy's inner thigh, feeling her soft slickness. The wet area extends almost to Stacy's knees. Stacy feels Debbie's breath on her wet cunt lips, then her fingers on her inner thigh. She knows her pussy is begging to be stimulated. Stacy bites her lip again, feeling a strong shudder of anticipation tremble through her entire pelvic area. "I've never seen anything like this..." Debbie looks over Stacy to Dave. "Stacy is extremely aroused right now. Her pussy is practically streaming out fluid! Dave, its running down her legs..." Dave hurries around his desk to stand next to Debbie. Together, they lean in close. Stacy shifts nervously. "Wow, Debbie, this is unbelievable!" He steps back, opening his pants. His eyes are locked in on Stacy's glistening mound. Debbie's hand covers the crotch of his pants. "Dean, you can't fuck her right now, remember? Today I need to show her the ropes." Dave remembers Debbie's specific instructions and pulls her aside. "Nurse, I know what we agreed on, but look at her... After fucking you for the past forty minutes, I can tell I have a big load and a serious need to release it." Debbie looks from Stacy's exposed orifices back to Dave. "Don't worry; you'll get to enjoy blowing your load, Dean. I'll see to that... And I'm sure there will be more than a few more chances to become acquainted with our young Stacy's tight body." Her hand, still on the crotch of his pants, tightens around his shaft. He sighs, then walks back to his side of the desk. Stacy was trying to make out what they whispered, but now watches Dave. He presses the intercom button on his speaker phone. Michelle answers, "Yes?" Dave recognizes the hopeful tone in her voice, knowing she has been listening the whole time. "Michelle, could you come in here please?" "Be right in!" She responds cheerily. Stacy's nervous anticipation is almost palpable in the room. This makes Dave smile. He relishes the sight of her, baring herself on all fours on his desk. Michelle enters the room and Debbie pulls her aside, whispering to her quickly. Michelle nods and begins removing her sports jacket as Debbie crosses to join the dean on his side of the desk. Michelle, now topless, stands behind Stacy. She will need full access to her pussy, so she gently adjusts Stacy's stance. Stacy feels Michelle's hands on her hips, positioning her so that her knees are further apart, legs spread slightly wider. Debbie pulls Dave's chair up and sits. Both Debbie and Stacy are at eye level with Dave's waist. "Stacy, I'm going to give you a little practice with understanding a man's cock and how to please it." Debbie strokes her hair gently. Stacy smiles knowingly. "I know a little bit about it already." "Yes, but with my help, you will get to the next level. It's only a matter of connecting your actions to the stimulation the male feels. You've given blowjobs before, but think of this more like an experience where you show the guy how important his satisfaction is." Debbie looks from Stacy up to Dave. While smiling at him, she unbuttons his pants. Dave enjoys staring at Debbie's giant hooters, watching them jiggle as she opens his button. He sighs with relief as his large, vein-wrapped dick flops out of his fly. Stacy watches his face, trying to absorb what Nurse Debbie is saying. When Dave's manhood pops out of his pants, it bobs heavily in front of her face. It is mostly stiff, but not quite throbbing with excitement. Stacy notices that it is still slightly shiny from being inside Debbie. The nurse looks down at his bobbing rod, still holding Stacy's hair. With her other hand, she grips his shaft. It flexes strongly at her touch. A glistening drop appears on the tip. "Go ahead and take him into your mouth..." Debbie says, aiming his head at Stacy's lips. Debbie nods to Michelle, who is positioned behind Stacy. Michelle watches Stacy place Dave's puffy cock head into her mouth. She puts her index and middle fingers against Stacy's swollen lips, then pushes. Her labia give easily and Michelle's fingers slide in. Dave, looking down, smiles when Stacy slides his tip into her mouth. She moans slightly when she feels Michelle's fingers enter her. "When you slide your lips along his shaft," Debbie guides Stacy's mouth back, then forth, dragging her stretched lips over his veiny shaft, "it feels the same when something slides along your pussy lips." Stacy feels Michelle move her fingers back and forth inside her hot wetness at the same time as she bobs on Dave's pole. She works more of him into her mouth. His cock tastes different than before. Stacy realizes she is tasting Debbie's pussy. "Do you feel that?" Debbie asks. Stacy looks over with Dave still in her mouth, nodding. "Mmm Hmmm..." Her vibrating mouth makes Dave, shudder with pleasure. Debbie feels Dave's cock begin to throb in her hand, growing. She lets go. "Now Stacy, go ahead and start fucking him with your mouth. Michelle, watch her pace and match it." She slides Dave's pants down, caressing his hips and thighs. Stacy looks up at Dave and reaches one hand up. Her long, soft fingers wrap around the dark meat of his shaft. She works him deeper into her mouth, pumping his length with her mouth. Michelle works her fingers in and out, marveling at Stacy's wetness. "She is really enjoying this, Dave." Michelle looks at the dean, but he is staring down at Stacy. Dave reaches down to fondle Stacy's perky breasts. He grips the curve of her tits as they hang down, squeezing. They are slightly more than handful, overflowing his hands on each side. Stacy tries to concentrate on blowing Dave, but the pleasure from Michelle's touch is building. Her knees start to shake slightly. Stacy lets her hand fall from Dave's shaft as he grabs her dangling breasts. Each of her hands move to grip his waist, controlling the depth of his probing pole in her mouth. "Great, Stacy..." Debbie continues coaching. "Remember to breathe through your nose and use your tongue to keep pressure on his dick." She turns to Michelle. "Keep working your fingers deeper. Don't be afraid to put a third one inside." Stacy thinks about the two pairs of hands on her body. She feels Michelle's ring finger poking against her opening, then enter her, stretching her very aroused cunt lips. Fuck... she realizes she will come soon with all the attention. Her eyes close as her pleasure builds. Debbie watches Stacy's face. "The way your pussy feels when it gets stretched is the same sensation Dave feels when your mouth or any of your holes stretch around his fat cock." Debbie can tell the stimulation is distracting Stacy from the task at hand. She scoots her chair closer and puts her hands on either side of Stacy's face. When Debbie touches her, Stacy's eyes open. "Work him deeper." Debbie puts pressure on Stacy's head, inching Dave's cock deeper with each thrust. She watches as Stacy takes more dick into her mouth. "That's it, relax your throat Stacy." Debbie instructs. Dave is doing everything he can to hold back his orgasm. He looks back to Michelle, her plump tits jiggling slightly as she finger-fucks Stacy. His eyes move to Debbie, who is holding Stacy's face as he pushes into it. Debbie's eyes rise to meet Dave's. She smiles with her shiny lips. Her large, soft breasts bounce against his bare thigh with Stacy's motions. "Great... Keep breathing..." She encourages. Debbie winks up at Dave and mouths the words "Fuck Her Face" in a very obvious way. Dave lets go of Stacy's tits and uses one hand to grip the bouncing bun of hair on the top of her head. He breaks her pace, pushing into her. "That's it..." Debbie says. Just then, Stacy looks up at him. Her pouty lips are slightly upturned as they stretch around his thick shaft. Dave can see the strain in her eyes. She is trying to deepthroat him. He smiles down, then feels his cock flex involuntarily. It swells, poking deeper. "Take it Stacy," Debbie holds her face against the pressure from Dave's hips. "Just a bit deeper..." Dave grunts when his driving dickhead pops into her throat. He is pushing to get deeper and when he pops through, he feels the cum surge through his cock. Dave clenches, sucking air through his clenched teeth. He holds back the full load, but he feels a gush of precum spurt out. Stacy, staring up at Dave, feels him inching deeper. Her eyes bulge wider when he pokes into her throat. Then she feels his squirt spray the back of her throat. Its too much and Stacy gags hard, lurching forward. "GGGGGG!!!!" Stacy pushes back into Dave, driving the last few inches home. Her eyes squeeze shut as her nose rubs against Dave's lower abs. His balls rest on her chin. Stacy Settles In Debbie motions back to Michelle. Michelle has been working three fingers into Stacy's sloppy cunt. She pushes hard into Stacy when she throats Dave, then, at Debbie's signal, she uses her free hand to part her dripping pussy lips to find Stacy's clit. Michelle applies gentle, even pressure. Stacy's eyes fly open as Dave begins to fuck her face with short, shallow thrusts. The pressure Michelle puts on her hard clit sends bursts of pleasure through Stacy's body. Debbie smiles, watching Stacy's shocked face. "Stacy, the intense reaction from Michelle stimulating your clit is what Dave is feeling now." Debbie looks up at Dave. "When a man's cock head is driving deep and it hits something -- in this case, the back of your throat, but it could also be a woman's cervix during sex -- it is the same feeling as the stimulation on your clit." Debbie explains in a clinical tone while Dave and Stacy squirm, each on the edge of orgasm. Debbie reaches over to handle Dave's dangling balls as they gently sway back and forth against Stacy's chin. His balls are tight. Debbie knows this means Dave is holding back his eruption. Stacy is moaning with Dave's dick balls deep in her throat. She feels her impending orgasm and looks over at Debbie. Stacy now understands how to control a man's pleasure herself. She nods to Debbie with Dave's wet shaft embedded in her lips. "Great job, Stacy." Debbie says, pleased. "Dave is ready to cum for you. Take him out of your mouth, but make sure you keep pressure on his cock with your hand. As he slides out, hold his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. When just his head is on your tongue, rub his balls and stroke him at the same time. He will start to cum." Stacy can barely concentrate on her words, but does as she says. She loosens her lips and slides back. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Stacy cries out around Dave's shaft, looking up at him. Michelle has Stacy right on the edge of orgasm. "Great, guys love the eye contact." Debbie watches Stacy, still holding Dave's balls. Dave sees Stacy move her mouth back. Her hand grips his shaft, pumping him. He feels her other hand move to his balls with Debbie's. When Stacy's hand finds his dangling sack, Debbie moves her hand to the spot between his balls and his anus. Dave looks down to Debbie and she smiles at him, putting pressure on his grundle. She knows this will make him cum whether he tries to clench up or not. She also knows that if she can time her pressure with the pulses of his semen, he will produce a large volume. Debbie looks back to Michelle and nods to her. Michelle now rubs her hand back and forth directly on Stacy's clit, while plunging three fingers in and out of her. She feels the walls of Stacy's vagina start to shake. Stacy is coming. Stacy feels like she is floating somewhere. Her orgasm bursts over her body like a bucket of water. She strokes Dave's shaft desperately, pressing his fat cock head into her wet tongue. Her eyes watch Dave as she cries out in pleasure. "Eeeettthh!!!" she squeals, his cock pressed against her tongue. Stacy climaxes, but tries to focus on what she is doing. "Stacy, feel his balls twitch..." Debbie watches her. She feels Dave spasm, then the surges of cum through his grundle. She presses and relaxes her hand with the swells. Dave is unable to hold back. "OOOHHH FUUUUUUCK!!!!" he bellows. Debbie giggles as the first white shot blasts Stacy's tongue. It surges across her mouth, over her open lips, and splatters over her left eye. Stacy tastes the strong flavor, then feels the warmth over her eye and instinctively closes it. Her own orgasm wracks her body, but she keeps pumping Dave. "AHH!" She cries out, stroking and shaking. His cock head lifts from her tongue. Dave simultaneously groans. "Ahh!" He fires again, flexing. The strong spurt misses Stacy's tongue all together. It rockets in a long arc, over Stacy's upturned face. "AAAHHHH!" Michelle shrieks. The cum blast splatters against her bare chest, catching her off guard. Her hand drops from Stacy's clit. Stacy, not finished coming yet, drops the hand stroking Dave to her clit. "UuuuhhnnGGGHHH!!" She finds it, re-elevating her pleasure. "AHAA." Dave chuckles, looking down at Stacy's straining face. Even though Stacy let go, his cock twitches and shoots a wide strand of sperm across her face. Debbie knows he is still cumming because her hand is still on his taint. She can feel it continue to swell and contract, pumping more jizz. She acts fast, grabbing his surging cock. With Stacy's hand still on his twitching balls, Debbie aims his dripping purple head at her own face. "Come on Dave." She pumps him firmly, watching as his focus shifts from Stacy to herself. "Ugggh." He grunts. His shaft pulses in Debbie's grip and his head expands. SPUUURRT He jets again, shooting a powerful strand diagonally across Debbie's face. "Yes, give it to me!" "Uhhh." Dave practically growls. Another shot spurts across her cheek and hits her right eye inside her glasses. "OOohh!" Debbie shrieks. Dave wraps his hand through Debbie's thick hair and thrusts. He jams his cock through her hand, through her pursed lips and keeps driving. Debbie's eyes burst open. Dave holds her head and pushes his shaft in to the hilt. "MMMFfff!" She cries as he jostles her roughly. "uhhh" Dave feels Debbie's hard, wet glasses hit his abdomen as he leans over her, holding her head by the hair. His balls, nestled against Debbie's chin, continue twitching. Several more strong jets squirt down her throat. Groaning, he pumps his hips a few times, still spurting. Debbie feels her glasses go askew, but they stay on her nose. She keeps pressure on Dave's grundle while he finishes, causing him to twitch violently. "ahhhhhh..." Dave sighs as he finishes. He can feel Debbie's throat contracting around his spent shaft. She was swallowing while still deepthroating him. He looks over his office. Michelle is scooping his cum off her tits, making a show of eating it for him. Stacy is panting, sprawled on his desk with her ass in the air. Some of his cum drying in dark spots on her dress and drips down her ass. She is face down and some of her honey blonde hair has come out of the bun. It is stuck to her cheek with a smear of sticky cum. Dave looks down and steps back, withdrawing his cock from Debbie's lips. She winks up at him with her left eye. Her right is swimming in a white pool below her tilted glasses. Her lips free from his head with a wet smack. She sits back in his chair, glasses crooked with cum across her face and hanging off her chin. It is even dripping down her huge, milky tits. "Whew." Debbie breaks the silence. Stacy looks up at her. "Stacy, you need to make sure you keep a hold of a guy when he is cumming like that." She sounds vaguely disappointed, but she smiles at her, taking off her sticky glasses. Stacy finally realizes where she is. She sits up, feeling like she just ran a marathon. Realization sets into her brain. She touches her hand to her stinging eye, feeling the dean's cooling sperm ooze down her face. Stacy cautiously blinks it open. "So did I get the job?" She twirls a tousle of blonde hair, looking at Dave. The dean has to smile. He looks over her young body. She is kneeling on his desk with her dress bunched around her waist. Stacy's bare pussy is sticky with her own fluid and Dave can see a paper from his desk sticking to her puffy labia. Her large, soft breasts seem perkier than ever as she twirls her hair. "You've won me over, young lady." The dean chuckles watching his semen drip from her chin in a long string. He turns to Debbie. "Its your call, nurse." Debbie looks slyly over at Stacy. "Well, I wouldn't want all this hard work to go to waste." She leans down and catches the string hanging from Stacy's chin in her mouth. SLURRRRRP! She sucks it in like a string of spaghetti, then plants a sticky, wet kiss right on Stacy's lips. Dave watches Stacy's eyes swell in surprise when Debbie pushes her cum-coated tongue into Stacy's mouth. The girls make a mess of each other's faces, making out sloppily with a mixture of cum and saliva. Stacy even starts to fondle Debbie's sticky tits as Michelle wanders up behind them. "I love this job..." Dave says as the three topless women grope each other's large tits and share what's left of his cum.