Artesia Academy (futa/schoolgirls/excessive cum/male)

My hand held a newly calmed alarm clock with a normally unbelievable number on it. However, my new job was a far enough drive away that I needed to make sure I'd get there on time. Being late for your first day at work an awful faux pas, and this was a cushy enough position that I wanted hold it for a while. Waking up early was a small price to pay for only working until 3 pm and having tons of downtime in the day. I was going to be the new school counselor for a pretty new school on the other side of the city. I agreed to teach a few sections of Ancient History as well, if only to spice up my schedule. Apparently their first counselor left because of “medical reasons” and the way the interviewer looked away when I asked that question made me mildly curious, but I supposed I'd find out more once I'd warmed up to the other faculty members.

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The drive was uneventful and the highway clear, so it was a nice way to start the morning. The sign at the school read Artesia Academy – The school where young ladies can be normal. Whatever that meant. I pulled into one of the faculty lot spaces and got out. The facilities were pristine, and there seemed to be a lot of attachments on the outside of the buildings I wasn't familiar with. New A/C? Must be. There were a few other cars in the faculty lot, so I pulled out the map the interviewer had given me (the interview hadn't been on-site for some reason) and followed it to the faculty room. Fortunately the lady who interviewed me was chatting there with another lady. As the vice-principal, no doubt she felt obligated to be there early anyway.

“Hi, thought I'd come in early to check things out.”

“Oh, how conscientious of you Jason. I'm looking forward to seeing that same level of care with our students.”

“Well, I'll certainly try, Ms. Simmons. Mind if I see my office?”

“Right this way. I'll talk to you later, Cindy.”

She walked briskly out of the faculty room and down the hall. She pulled out a large key ring and unlocked a sturdily made door that looked soundproofed.

“Here you are. We ensured your privacy in taking care of our students.”

And it was quite lavish as well. Nice couch facing two plush chairs, ergonomic chair and desk, and a bed in the corner. For students needing to rest from stress? Might be able to catch a nap myself sometimes...

“There's something I neglected to mention in the interview you should know, Jason.”

“Is it about the ex-counselor?”

“How perceptive, as expected of a counselor. However, it was not so much her issue as our issue as a school. You see, we have a very special student body.”

“Uh huh. How so? Elite admission standards?”

“No, actually. We're quite open to everyone with a certain condition. We have some elites and some not-so-elites. However, in order to make our young ladies feel comfortable we feel that an all female faculty and staff is helpful. You're the exception, because our last counselor failed to work well in this environment. We thought perhaps a male touch could be useful in this one area at least.”

“Well, I'm glad you thought so. You've been very generous. Is the condition really that bad, though?”

“I'm not sure you'd believe me even if I told you, so I'll let you find out later today. Good luck, Jason.”

Ms. Simmons smirked as she tossed me the key to the room and slipped out.

I smiled back, caught the key, and sat at the desk. Time to surf the net and waste time until someone shows up.

Or so I thought, but there was a knock only about 5 minutes later.

I leaped to my feet and rushed to the door, wanting to make a good first impression on my first student customer.

A blushing high school girl with a bob cut stood there at the door, the very picture of embarrassed youth. I couldn't help noticing her sizable bosom as my eyes scanned her quickly, but something else dragged my vision away from that part of her body. It was something big hanging below her skirt, with a balloon on the end. No, a condom? A what?!? My mouth must have opened in shock since she looked at me with shock as well. She covered the front of her skirt with her hands and blushed more fiercely.

“Wh-who are you? What happened to Ms. Summers?”

“R-right. Hi, I'm Jason. I'm the new counselor here.”

“Oh, so she must have left after all...”

“C-can I help you with something?”

I struggled to keep my eyes from wandering to her strange body.

“Well, my family hates my...condition...so I'm never allowed to let it out in the morning. Ms. Summers used to help me get ready for school by cleaning out my backlog.”

“Right, pl

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