Medicine by Mouth

The study provided the school with 9 buses to transport all the girls to where they needed to be: 5 destined for the men’s college, three for the naval academy, and one for the seniors apartments. Mr. Stanner left his office to mingle among the girls boarding the buses on that first day, wishing them all luck. While waiting for one o’clock to arrive, one of Katie’s friends, a cute chinese girl named Amy, had Mr. Stanner on her list, so she kneeled to blow him right then and there. Mr. Stanner’s eyes marvelled at how lovely all the girls looked. It was obvious that they all had been excited about this day, for they all had had their hair done, and had make-up on, and were wearing flattering outfits. Some still had little mirrors out, freshening up their eye-shadow and lipstick. And, even though high heels technically were not part of the dress code, Mr. S. had sent a letter home over the summer saying that they were permissible, on that first day, pending the results of the school’s assignment… to active versus passive treatment. So, most of the girls wore high heels. A horrific thought popped into his head; how devastated would the whole school have been had he had to hand out bottle instead of envelopes that morning? Luckily, that hadn’t happened, so there was joy everywhere.

As the last 15 minutes before nine ticked away, each of the 9 bus drivers had an assigned girl attached at the groin, blowing him over those last few minutes before the buses were due to depart. Brooke Adams was one of those girls, kneeling right outside the first bus in line near the left front tire, as the driver leaned back against the vehicle for a quick smoke.

Mr. Stanner couldn’t help but notice Brooke, what with her beautiful long blonde hair swaying back and forth with each bob of her head, and the exquisite tightness of her white short shorts as she leaned into her driver. So, when Amy swallowed his load with still 5 or so minutes left before nine, he sauntered over to where Brooke was just swallowing her load. What she noticed was a hand on her shoulder, gently preventing her from rising up from her knees. Then, Mr. Stanner was before her and she just glanced up at him. Did he want her to…?

He winked, in that same paternal way a father or grandfather might wink; and she knew just what to do. Any extra blowjob beyond her assigned thirty was perfectly okay with the study protocol, and with every one of the girls.

“Look here, Brooke,” the YearBook photographer said, after Brooke had latched on to her principal.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, staring right into the camera.

“Now show me that cute little ass of yours.”

And Brooke playfully angled her bum towards the camera.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked again.

“Perrrrrfect!” the boy with the camera said; admiring, like so many others, the tightness of Brooke’s short shorts as they hugged both her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Katie Stanner was already on her way to see the first person on her list, Mr. Aldershot, who was teaching Math on the second floor. When Katie arrived, his door was closed and she could see that he was in front of a full class. But her list told her to see him at 1 p.m., and it was one o’clock now. Timidly, she knocked on his door. He stopped talking to the class and glanced her way. Smiling, he waved her in. He knew why she was here.

“Class,” he said. “I’m sure you all know Miss Stanner.”

Then, he turned back to her. “Come in child,” he said, gesturing for her to step all the way into the room.

Katie entered as Mr. A. leaned up against the side of his desk and undid his zipper.

“Come in,” he encouraged her again.

Katie had never given a blowjob in public before… and certainly never in front of a full classroom of her peers. But she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she didn’t follow through with her treatment; so she swallowed hard, strode across the room to where Mr. Aldershot was, and kneeled at his feet. His cock was already hard and waiting for her.

“You won’t disturb me,” he told her.

She glanced up at him and then out at the class watching her… and then towards the professor’s groin and the rigid piece of meat awaiting her. She took a deep breath, parted her lips, and then quickly leaned forward to take him deep inside her mouth.

“Okay,” Mr. A. resumed. “Who can tell me what is meant by the term ‘precision’?”

Later, Katie would hardly remember what happened. She remembered Mr. A. taking her head in his two hands from time to time, and then slamming his pelvis into her face like he was trying to drive a nail home. She’d sputter and gag a bit; but then he’d stop and she’d resume her slow rhythmic sucking.

At one point, he asked the class if anyone had any questions, and someone raised her hand.

“Yes, Angela.”

“I just wanted to ask Katie what you taste like.”

Mr. A. laughed.

“What do you think, Katie? How do I taste?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Katie answered, giving a ‘thumbs up’ sign.

“Any other questions?” Mr. A. asked.

Another hand shot up.

“How deep can Katie take you?”

Mr. A. was all over that one. “Well, now. That would be a great thing to measure, wouldn’t it; given that we are talking all about measurement accuracy and precision?”

And so Katie became part of a fun classroom experiment.

Soon, the whole class had gathered round, with one student holding a ruler; another, a calculator; and a third, pen and paper.

“Let’s measure my penis first,” Mr. A. said. And this was done. “Eight point two inches. Now, let’s measure it two more times and write everything down.”

“Now, open your mouth as wide as you can, Katie, and let’s stuff me as far down as we can.”

Poor Katie found herself doing everything she could not to puke, while the student with the ruler took three separate measurements.

“Take your time,” the teacher instructed. “Make sure you line up everything carefully.”

Katie gasped when finally the professor pulled back. But he wanted to repeat everything two more times; so he drove himself down her throat again for more measurements; and then one more time after that, this final time really forcing his way as far down her throat as he could. Poor Katie had tears in her eyes.

“Now,” he said, starting to face fuck Katie; “everyone go back to your desk and see if you can figure out the means, variances and standard deviations for the two measurements; and then let us see how to calculate the difference and 95% confidence intervals for the difference between them.”

Katie would have to wait until the next day to find out the answer; because Mr. A. shot his load soon after this and she was already a few minutes late for her 1:15 appointment with Mr. Mullen in his classroom. But she would find out the next day, and word soon would spread like wildfire that the principal’s daughter could deep throat 6.92 +/- 0.14 inches.

Of course, Stephanie was on one of the 5 buses for the men’s college. The driver explained to the girls on her bus that he would be dropping them off in the main quad of the college, right in front of the Student Union Building.

“Are all the busses going there?” someone asked.

“No,” he explained. “Another bus is headed to the gym and then the football, soccer and baseball fields. One will drop girls off at the main dining hall, at a couple of the main classroom buildings where the professors have offices, and at the power plant.”

“Who will they see there?”

“Workers. Some of the girls will blow workers today.”

“Teachers too?”

“Of course. And then the last two buses will drop girls off at the various dorms.” He smiled. “Don’t worry. You girls will all get to rotate through all of these places, several times, before the year is through.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see several girls smiling, laughing and high-fiving each other.

“Anyway, in the quad, you will all be met by Ms. Anderson, one of the college deans, who would introduce each of you to your ‘assignment group’. “

“What’s an assignment group?” a girl in back called out.

The bus driver smiled and shook his head. “It’s the 30 or so guys you’re each going to blow.”

All the girls laughed now.

“Just listen to Ms. Anderson,” the driver added. “She’ll get you started right.”

Shortly after this, they arrived on campus, and the huge sports complex, identified by a large sign that read ‘Home of the Giants’, was the first thing they passed. In fact, Stephanie was a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to have to start by blowing 30 huge, black football players, or 6 foot 8 inch basketball players, and was just going to start with normal college boys. Of course, she desperately wanted these other challenges a little later, but not on the first day. She was amazed, however, when her bus finally rounded a corner and see saw just how filled with people the college quad was. Literally, there were thousands of people – not only students, but teachers, and parents, reporters, and cameramen. She looked nervously at her friends on the bus and giggled.

“Wowwww!” she said, quietly.

Her bus pulled up behind two others, and the girls quickly filed out. Again, the swarm of people astounded them; and music was blaring through loud speakers. It was so festive; like being at some huge outdoor rock festival. In fact, it even seemed to be live music… and wasn’t that a stage off in the distance?

As patiently as teenagers could be, the girls waited for Ms. Anderson. Finally, she finished with the two buses that were ahead of them and stood in front of their group. Ms. Anderson was a gorgeous but studious-looking blonde in a white blouse, short black skirt, heels and glasses. Several of the girls were envious of her perfect skin and slim, but sexy figure.

“Okay girls,” she called out. “I’m going to call your names out in groups of three. When I do, I want you to follow me, and the rest of you wait until I get back.”

Stephanie was alone as the last girl chosen.

“We have a little bit of a walk,” Ms. Anderson explained.

As Stephanie followed her, the teen couldn’t help but glance this way and that as she passed various classmates already on their knees having started, waving to a couple of good friends on the way. Their mouths too busy to say anything, but they nonetheless waved back.

She also couldn’t help but notice that the music was getting louder, and that there was a stage, and they were walking right towards it. Finally, they were coming right up to it.

“Up here,” Ms. Anderson said, as she quickly climbed the stairs leading onto the stage. Tentatively, Stephanie followed.

The music stopped and Ms. Anderson took the microphone.

“First of all,” she said loudly. “I want to welcome all of you to the first day of this historical event. As a woman, I must say that I am proud, relieved and excited that researchers are finally taking a serious look at the issue of aging in women; and I am thrilled that we all can be a part of it.”

Stephanie gazed out at the crowd. Even girls on their knees with cocks in their mouths were watching Ms. Anderson attentively and clapping their hands.

Ms. Anderson continued: “I especially want to thank all the young ladies from St. George’s School for joining us for some afternoon fun for the next 40 weeks. I trust our boys will make sure they are clean and tasty for all of you.”

There was general laughter.

“I have up here with me one very lucky girl who, along with me, will be helping to thank the musicians and the dozens and dozens of others who have helped to make this first day a success, and will continue to help throughout this vital first week… from our beloved school president, to the grounds crew and janitors, and everyone in between.”

Cheers and applause filled the quad again.

“But first, I want our school’s founder to come forward. Mr. Heatherington? Where are you?”

Stephanie’s craned her eyes to see who Mr. Heatherington was, expecting some old fart standing 5 foot 2. As it turns out, he was old - at least 80 – but he still looked quite viral. And, even stooped over a little bit, he stood at least 6 foot 6. Ms. Anderson glanced over towards Stephanie and saw her stunned reaction as Mr. H. mounted the stage.

“Yes, Stephanie,” she said, knowingly. “There is a reason why we call all our sports teams the Giants.”

General laughter.

“Come here, Stephanie,” Ms. Anderson instructed her. Stephanie timidly stepped forward. “Mr. Heatherington… I’d like you to meet Miss Stehanie Taylor.”

The old man in a suit held out his hand, and when Stephanie’s hand reached out, he took it, slowly brought it to his mouth and kissed it.

‘What a nice old man!’ Stephanie thought to herself as she felt Ms. Anderson’s hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees.

The old man before her was so tall, she had to kneel fully upright to reach his zipper, but she instinctively knew what to do, even remembering to brush the seat of her jeans quickly with her hands to make sure there was no dirt or lint on it. She was wearing brand new jeans and desperately wanted them to look nice.

The crowd’s cheers were tumultuous. But even through all that noise, she could here the sound of hundreds of cameras going off, many of them very, very close – and she could sense the hundreds of camera flashes even though her eyes were fixed on undoing the belt and zipper before her. The old man had to help pull his penis out; and when he did, it was huge. Stephanie couldn’t help but chuckle inside. So much for avoiding huge cocks on her first day!

Stephanie’s big brown eyes peered up at the old man staring down at her, and he and she both smiled.

“Hi” she mouthed silently.

He winked.

And then the girl leaned forward with her mouth open and slowly, ever slowly – to capture all the excitement of the moment – she leaned forward and took that humungous old cock in front of her inside her mouth. When she finally clamped her lips down onto it, with at least 4 inches of cock inside her mouth, the ovation she received was deafening. Even Ms. Anderson was clapping.

“Well done, Stephanie,” the pretty dean said quietly as the teen posed for hundreds of pictures before proceeding.

The band started to play again and Stephanie started to suck. Soon, she noticed that Ms. Anderson was on her knees too, blowing a big burly guy she assumed must be the school’s President. Stephanie’s and Ms. Anderson’s eyes met and silent recognition passed between them. Things were proceeding wonderfully.

Later, Stephanie got an unexpected treat when sexy Ms. Anderson leaned forward onto all fours to start having her mouth and asshole fucked at the same time, because half of the shit-flavoured cocks that emerged from the pretty dean’s as ended up in Ms. Anderson’s mouth, and the remaining half in Stephanie’s. The first cock to emerge from Emily’s poop chute for Stephanie was just coated in shit. Stephanie was busy blowing a big burly black groundskeeper (so much for avoiding huge black cocks on her first day!), so the Hispanic janitor had to wait. Stephanie couldn’t help but eye the shit-fouled cock waiting for her as she worked the cock in her mouth. As the groundskeeper got closer and closer to climax, Stephanie grew more and more excited herself. Finally, he pulled out, she swallowed, and the she immediately waved the janitor over, hoping desperately that none of the shit would fall off and be lost. Luckily, though one little turd did fall off, the talented teen’s mouth already was in motion toward it and she skill-fully caught it on her tongue. Carefully, she let the janitor insert the rest of his cock deep into her mouth as she held her jaws as wide open as possible, and then she slowly closed her mouth, feeling that little turd crushed onto her tongue by the cock as it landed.

“Hmmmmmm!” she purred appreciatively, glancing again towards where Ms. Anderson continued to be mercilessly reamed at both ends.

At that very moment, lovely blonde Kim Henry was being walked towards her assignment. She’d never been to a seniors complex before, and was amazed at how extensive this one was. There were four 14-storey apartment buildings surrounding a large central three-storey activities complex, in which there was a humungous dining hall, an indoor pool and Jacuzzi, a TV lounge, a library, and a games room with pool and ping-pong tables and even a shuffle-board court. She was very impressed. Their tour guides were a very sprightly 72-year old, grey-haired woman named Doris, and her 77-year old white-haired friend Alice. The two were hilarious to see together, because they bantered back and forth unceasingly. They were so cute.

“This is the bathroom where poor old Mr. Muckler died last month,” Doris said, when they were touring the activities complex.

“Don’t tell them that!” Alice scoulded.

“It’s okay. He was 97.”

“Doris!”

“They found him sitting in a stall with his dick in his hand.” Doris started to whisper: “They think he was doing himself.”

“Doris! Honestly!” Alice cried.

The teens just looked at each other and laughed.

Eventually, Alice and Doris brought the girls to the main lounge, where four other women were waiting, and the girls were divided into six groups.

“You four groups will go with your guide to your assigned apartment building,” Doris explained, “and Alice and I will take the last two groups. Alice’s group will go to the gym, and my group will go to the dining hall.”