Nexus Facility 4: Little Miss Pump's interview and Chaos in Classics

‘Demi Pump,’ Brooke mused, looking at the CV, ‘That's quite an unusual surname’.

‘We’re an unusual family’, Demi said.

‘Is that right?’ said Brooke, quickly noting that the sheet of paper was uncommonly full for someone who was - she narrowed her eyes suspiciously and did the maths of the date of birth - only just 18.

‘Yes’, Demi said, ‘we’re a military family really, we're always encouraged to join the army and do service a fairly early age. I've got a big sister who is apparently involved in quite a lot of top-secret hush-hush secret services hire work. I don't know too much more about it, she never speaks a word, but I've always looked up to her and wanted to follow suit. So that was what I did. In fact, I kind of lied about my age so that the army would take me sooner. So actually, I've already spent some time in the forces, but that was with before I was discharged. It's not fair really, if you go back 100 years all of my male relatives were lying their heads off to sign up for World War one and World War two as teenagers, so in a way I was just following the family tradition.’

‘According to this you didn't last long’, Brooke said.

‘Oh that’, Demi said she looked down and shrugged. Well, it says “dishonourable discharge”, but I don't see what was dishonourable about it. If anything, they should have given me a medal for attempting to boost morale!’

‘Well, there is nothing here that specifies what exactly you did to get booted out,’ Brooke said, waving the sheet. ‘Might be important, after all, we do have a duty of care here.’

Demi sighed.

‘I know this isn't the kind of thing that you should say in the job interview, but I just fucking love cock so much. I mean it really drives me crazy. And to be around so many hot fucking STUDS all the time, just completely surrounded by big hard dicks and firm muscles and really studly godly-cocked jarheads, I guess I just want a little crazy.’

‘Define “crazy,”’ Brooke said, putting the CV down and looking Demi in the eye. Brooke didn't need to see all of Demi's face to know that she was wincing ever so slightly before she answered the question. Even masked, it was obvious.

‘I kind of gang banged my whole unit into the infirmary. Yeah. Then my platoon. So there was that. Then, like the whole, sort of, battalion. Yeah. And that was on a parade. Yeah. In front of the general. So yeah. You know, and, urgh, like the general too? So yeah it was just, urgh. Like, dick gets inside me and I just go crazy, you know?’

Now Brooke winced. Demi continued.

‘Yeah. It was a bit of a mess actually, because not only did it tie up a lot of active personnel having to recuperate in the infirmary, you know, there was this whole spectacle aspect to the parade ground gangfucking orgy fuckfest, yanno? You've got me in the middle there taking dick like an absolute champ, but the majority of guys there can't seem to handle my pussy – which is totally not my fault, right? - and so there are like, scores of soldiers scattered all over the tarmac like they've been cluster bombed. And then that set off a whole group of specially invited guests?’

‘Set off how?’

Demi sighed.

‘I think a lot of them had seen service in the Falklands and the Iraq war, so they were all suffering from PTSD, and they were there to watch the parade, but I guess seeing all these studs passed out gave them flashbacks or something? And it was like, triggering for them? And the images put them in mind of things they saw when they were on active service in warzones when their friends were getting whacked? So, there was that aspect to it as well because apparently there was a mixture of strokes, panic attacks, the odd trouser accident, as well as obviously that bit where one of them tried to wrestle a rifle from off of a private and that didn't go very well either. It was all messy, like, ick.’

‘I see,’ Brooke said.

‘It ended up fine, they set up a field of hospital and they had those choppers on hand to get people to the local hospital but this said they didn't want to repeat of it so they discharged me.’

Brooke tapped a nail on the desk. Demi seemed quite, quite capable.

‘Not bad for a cadet,’ Brooke said.

‘Thanks’, said Demi, ‘but you know, I was kind of a bit dejected to not have a career in the military like all of my family, but my sister, who works at a Military Academy of sorts - I believe it's called the S.T.U.D academy - had a few contacts and pulled a string or two and got me admitted to this special school.’

‘And what's that been like?’ ask Brooke, ‘you haven’t been there very long either.’

‘Honestly, it was fine’, Demi said, ‘I liked the people, but it was just too intellectual for me.’

Brooke leaned forward and deliberately placed her index finger against her thumb, Boromir ‘one does not simply walk into Mordor’ style, using it to gesture in the air after every single word that she spoke so that the clarity of the question that she was asking was emphasized in the most precise way possible.

You... Felt... The school... Was...too-' two she pinched other thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose, ' intellectual... For you.'

‘That's it exactly it, Nurse Fucke!’ Demi nodded, eyes blazing, leaning forwards also, ‘I'm just a practically inclined girl and I'd rather be out in the world helping people. I don't want to have my nose in a book all the time! So they said look, you're good with your hands, why don't you go off to the Nexus facility to see if you can help out. And here I am!’

Brooke and Demi were both leaning forwards over her table. Brooke could see a lot of potential in the young blonde. They were about a foot apart.

‘Miss Pump, I have to say this is a very impressive CV for one so young,’ Brooke said, and I have to say I greatly appreciate your candour in telling me about the series of events that’s brought you to me today. Ordinarily I would say a few words about the kind of thing that you might expect to encounter if you come and work at the Nexus facility, but I'm so impressed with your account that I think it would be best for you to come with me and see for yourself.’

‘Sounds great, Nurse Fucke!’ Demi said, ‘except there's just one thing I think I should tell you.’

‘What's that,’ said Brooke.

The blonde teenager impulsively tore off her mask with a rippling giggle. Finally Brooke could see that Demi was inordinately and powerfully attractive, with luscious, ripe, pink lips, a flawlessly -shaped face, and a hungry, sultry grin.

Demi opened her succulent lips as wide as they would go and released a deafening resonant belch in Brooke’s face.

‘I've got COCK BREATH!!!! she laughed.

The gust hit Brooke, who gave a sort of humourless wince.

‘Always nice to meet a fan.’

***

Things were pretty chaotic in classics by the time that Ian got up there. The more educated man, Cross, might have characterized the scenario as ‘pandemonium’: that man was currently recumbent on a gurney in the entrance to the room, gasping and wheezing, and therefore Ian's description would have to do.

‘This is a bit fucked up,’ he said.

It was all a bit much to take in. Mr Cross was clawing at the ceiling, enormous bell-end in a rictus of tumescence, the proud tip spouting off beams of semen wildly into the air, Nurse Pennyweather struggling to get a blanket over him. Ms Taylor had beaten Ian to the punch but was herself taking quite a beating on the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom, riding one schoolboy, with none other than Robert Cummings spearing her asshole from behind, and two other members of the class taking turns inserting their giant erections into her whoreish gaping mouth.

Several incredibly hot and immodestly attired bimbo school girls were egging the whole thing on, and Ian's enormous schlong, bouncing freely in front of him as he mounted the stairs to their top and entered the classroom, instantly blasted out a ripping surge of pre-cum that rifled out of his penis and arced over the classroom to splatter all over a poster on the far wall that depicted that goddess Aphrodite bearing her humongous tits as Adonis unleashed a fat load of spunk all over them.

In particular, the presence of one miss Diamond Gazongas in the class hadn't helped his composure. The American porn starlet was currently attired in a figure-hugging babydoll PVC number that barely enclosed her absolutely humongous pair of spheroid boobs, with red mesh stockings held up with latex stayup tops around her thighs and red shiny platform stripper sandals.

‘Oh yeah!’ Diamond shouted when Ian appeared, ‘it’s the motherfucking cavalry!’

‘MELOOOONS!!!!’ Mr Cross cried out again, unleashing another pearlescent stream of jizz that jetted into nurse Pennyweather's tits, splattering everywhere upon impact with the gleaming pair of round, solid fuckbags.

The busty brunette medic was attired in a shiny skintight red PVC catsuit that was moulded to her impossible bulging curves. Clinging to every sculpted muscle and bursting bulge, the nurse was perched on a pair of red platform soled stripper sandals and had the zip to the front of the suit pulled down just below her tits which allowed the bulging contours of the twin bowling ball sized spheres that she sported to be seen all the way down her cleavage. As usual, Ian's favourite medical professional was wearing a white headband with a red medical x emblazoned on it on top of her head.

Uncharacteristically, the nurse looked like she was having more than a little trouble with Mr Cross. Not only was the classics teacher’s behemoth penis expelling rich jets of spunk that fountained voluminously into the air, splattering all over Felicity’s tits, face and shiny red costume, but it also looked like the nurse was seriously struggling to restrain Mr Cross onto the gurney by lashing his torso to it underneath the blanket. Mr Cross, only ever to Ian's knowledge good-natured and compliant, was having none of it, and his flaming arms were fighting off the nurse’s attempts to subdue him.

The class were loving it. Amongst the noise and atmosphere, some of the students were emulating Miss Taylor's actions at the front of the classroom. A couple of male students had their female counterparts spread over the desks in the back row and were pumping away in a very spirited fashion. Diamond was attempting to attract his attention by plugging her tongue into her cheek and holding her fist against it, eyes glaring. Somewhere, a female student brought herself to a squirting climax, and there were cheers as a volcanic gush of gluey vaginal fluids squirted in ribbons through the air.

Pennyweather's eyes flicked over to Ian. She registered his presence.

‘Ah Mr White,’ she said, ‘everything's under control as you can see.’

Ian quickly went to the front of the classroom, and got on the other side of the gurney across from the nurse. Extending the tip of his cock over across the top of Mr Cross’s recumbent form, he firmly planted the rounded head of his pre-spunk dribbling cock directly between the nurses’ smooth, round, bulging cans, squishing it between the pair of giant orbs and thrusting it through the slick deposits of messy goo white deep into her cleavage. With six inches of cockshaft buried inside nurse Pennyweather's protruding cans, Ian brazenly reached out and grabbed her hulking tits in his hands, squeezing them together around his gigantic fuck cannon. The pop of pre-cum that immediately exploded against the colossal jugged nurses’ breastbone shot up in the air between them and coated her chin.

‘My hero.’

Ian grunted and continued to subject the top heavy medic to a fierce tit fucking as she continued to struggle with the convulsing classics teacher between them. Cross kept shouting ‘melons!’

Behind him, on the front desk, there was a splattering sound like wet cement smacking against the ground, and Ian heard Miss Taylor exclaim ‘OOOOOh yeah, right in the eyeball!!!!’ JUST what a girl likes!!!’

Inbetween them, Mr Cross’s penis continued to pump spunk messily, with Ian's hulking, pulsing member having a few pearly lassos roped over it in the process. Finally, showing immense fortitude, Nurse Pennyweather managed to pin Mr Cross into the gurney using the blanket, subduing the classics teacher successfully. Mr Cross’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he contented himself with levering his cock in the opposite direction and using it to blast rays of thick white cream so that they were out over the class rather than at the ceiling. Gooey while sprays rocketed out at the students.

At almost exactly the same time, Roberts Cummings deposited a horse load of goo in Miss Taylor's back door, moaning noisily as he did so.

‘Thanks for the help, Ian,’ said nurse Pennyweather, squeezing her pectorals to make her tits flex and jump together, causing his cock tip to pop up from between them.

She went to him, and gave it a little kiss, whereupon a sticky miss Taylor joined them at the front of the classroom. The majority of her face had been obliterated with cum.

‘Poor Mr Cross,’ she said, ‘he's been working so… hard.’

Felicity nodded sympathetically, ‘He needs a bit of a rest. He put so much effort into his lessons. I think he needs a little bit of a holiday.’

Ian looked at the class. They had quietened down a little now Mr Cross seemed somewhat calmer. Ian looked down at his colleague. Mr Cross was restrained, but seem to be gesturing to Ian urgently with his eyes. Ian lean close to his colleague and put his ear close to the lips of the palpitating man.

With perfect clarity, Ian heard Mr Cross say: ‘Melon baller. That's what they're doing, Ian. They are taking a melon baller to our brains and removing it one scoop at a time. Don't end up like me - get out!’

Ian reflexively withdrew from the ailing teacher, but the look of conviction in Mr Cross’s eyes left him in no doubt that he was perfectly lucid and totally serious.

Miss Taylor moved in close to Ian, ‘What if he say to you?’ she asked. Ian glimpse that the bimbo teacher was in a black latex bra.

‘Nothing,’ Ian mumbled, ‘something about melons.’

They both looked down at Mr Cross. He seemed calmer now.

‘Melons, you say?’ Gina mused, ‘Diamond darling, would you come up here please?’

Always obliging, the teenage porn starlet came to the front of the classroom. #

‘Diamond,’ said Ms Taylor, ‘Why don't you help nurse Pennyweather take Mr Cross down to the infirmary.’

Upon seeing Diamond, Mr Cross’s eyes flared in hopeless recognition.

‘Melons…’

‘Yeah.’ said Diamond, matter-of-factly, ‘melons.’

Brazenly, like the world class super slut that she was, Diamond Gazongas grabbed her latex baby doll and exposed the hulking, gleaming pair of football-sized tits that projected out of her teenage frame.

‘Like these!’ Diamond said.

‘Like these!’ Nurse Pennyweather said, zipping down her catsuit to her pussy, grabbing the flaps and pulling it open so that colossal knockers sprung out.

‘Or like these?’ said Ms Taylor, following suit, unhitching her bra and letting it forward to the ground and cupping her massive globes in her hands, making sure to drool loads of sticky white cum onto the gleaming hooters as she did so.

As usual, chewing, Diamond blew a bubblegum and popped it.

That was all it took. Mr Cross instantly had a climatic seizure, arms tearing the blanket free from the Gurney and applied to his gigantic cock. At this point the thing was like a club. He grasped it, and with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and eyeballs revolving spasmodically, stroked a volcanic load that sprayed the three sets of exposed jugs with plumes of cum that ripped out of his throbbing giant schlong and splattered every gleaming curve of the trio of tits that jiggled and bounced in front of him.

When it was over, Mr Cross was utterly vacant.

‘Better call Vixxxen,’ Gina said, peering over the Classics teacher, ‘looks like Mr Cross needs a long holiday..’