Secrets of St. Augustine's Ch. 01

A brisk Sunday morning found Jack Buchanan, nose deep in the classifieds, little knowing his ordinary world was about to flip on its head.

Up till now, Jack had been working at his local co-ed College for around 3 years and was happy doing so. Jack wasn't even looking for a new job, but the advert jumped out at him as it was a school he'd never heard of, St Augustine's College.

Jack skimmed the advert, which, in short, was looking for a new Health and Physical Education teacher. Health and PE was what Jack had trained as and was, in fact, his current role, so the ad piqued his interest. Jack's fingers tapped out a hasty search, but the internet spat back nothing, not a single reference to the school anywhere.

The advert contained an email address to request more information. Out of curiosity, more than anything, Jack sent an email to the email address and then promptly forgot about it until about 5 weeks later, when he got a response.

The email stated: "Thank you, Mr Buchanan, for your enquiry. You are not the typical type of applicant that we usually look for; however, in this instance, you have made it through the first round of vetting. Please complete the following forms and follow the instructions attached."

The email's cryptic tone left Jack scratching his head, wondering what a usual type of applicant was. Once again, he tried to Google the school and even went so far as to check social media for any mention of the school at all, however, he still came up with no results.

Jack was more confused than ever, but he was also equally interested in how deep this rabbit hole went. Jack printed off the attachments that the school sent and began paging through them. The documents were the usual job application forms, if not a little more in-depth and personal than usual. Then, his eyes snagged on a figure that made his heart stutter: $150,000. That wasn't just a salary; it was a golden ticket, a shimmering beacon that grabbed his attention. Interestingly, there were also documents for a full medical exam.

Jack never had to complete a medical exam for any previous job application, so the whole thing just became even more mysterious. Jack wasn't sure he even wanted to work at the school, but figured the salary was good, so he may as well apply and go through the process in order to see where it goes.

Jack called the Doctor's office attached to the form and made an appointment. The receptionist informed Jack that his examination would take the whole day, and to ensure he rested well the day before as he would be put through a battery of tests.

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On examination day Jack arrived at the Doctor's office early in the morning. When he approached the receptionist and informed her who he was and why he was there, she met him with a quizzical look.

"Everything OK?" Jack asked

"Yes of course, it's just, you're different from all the other previous St Augustine's applicants," the receptionist mused, looking him up and down purposefully.

"Different?" Jack asked.

"Sorry, I'm not supposed to talk to applicants. The Doctor will be with you shortly, please take a seat," she said with her head lowered.

As Jack seated himself in the sterile, white walled waiting room, Jack wondered what the hell he'd gotten himself into at this point, but as the saying goes, "in for a penny, in for a pound".

Not long after, the Doctor arrived wearing scrubs 2 sizes too small for her. She entered, a study in contrasts: a lean frame against which her generous curves strained the seams of her ill-fitting scrubs like captive balloons.. She walked up to Jack and, with a confident handshake introduced herself as Dr Levou. Jack followed Dr Levou's pert bum cheeks as she swayed into a large assessment room filled with all manner of equipment. The space felt more like a modern athletic training facility than a stark medical office, with treadmills, stationary bikes, and sleek monitoring equipment alongside measuring devices and scales, all hinting at a comprehensive analysis of physical capability.

Jack took the sights in while taking a breath of the clean filtered air. He sat in the indicated chair, and Dr Levou pulled up a wheely chair to sit at her desk.

"Now, Mr Buchanan, you've signed all the documentation, but do you really know what you've signed up for today?" the Doc asked.

"Firstly, you can call me Jack. Secondly, I honestly have no idea. This whole thing is super out of the ordinary and secretive. Who even asks for a full medical for a teaching position?"

"Firstly, no. Secondly, Mr Buchanan, the school intentionally plays its cards close to its chest. It's a private school, so the way it conducts business is on its own accord. I am paid to conduct full medicals on all potential employees; however, for St Augs, you are my first..." The Doctor's voice trailed away, leaving her sentence hanging in the air, its conclusion swallowed by an unspoken thought.

"Regardless", the Doc continued, "We're conducting a full sweep,' she explained, 'not just of your physical health, but also your well-being and how you handle pressure. A top-to-bottom assessment, if you will. Today will be taxing, but ultimately very comprehensive. Testing of this nature would cost the ordinary person a small fortune. You are getting this all at the expense of the school, regardless of whether you go on to be employed by them. Do I have your permission to begin?"

"I mean, it sounds like a no-brainer, either way I get a decent report on my health, so why not. Yeah, go ahead." Jack said enthusiastically.

"Ok, Mr Buchanan. I'm going to need you to completely strip," the Doc said matter of factly as she locked the assessment room.

"Uh, what?" Jack asked in disbelief.

"Mr Buchanan, as I said, this is a full medical examination. We start by checking your skin for melanoma, then do weight and height". She elaborated, "For the most accurate and comprehensive evaluation, you must undress completely."

"Yeah, OK, I guess. Fully naked, you say. Right here?" Jack asked.

Doctor Levou simply nodded in agreement as she shuffled papers around.

Jack stood and began disrobing, neatly folding his clothes on the chair next to him. After a minute, Jack was standing in the buff, hands awkwardly attempting, but failing to cover his overly large appendage. "Done," Jack said meekly.

The Doc looked up from her papers, and her gaze went straight to Jack's hands, feebly trying to enshrine his girthy manhood. Apart from a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth, the Doc remained perfectly professional and neutral in her demeanour. She dragged a small wooden box close to Jack and stepped up, her movements precise and clinical as she began her skin exam from the top of his head. She was meticulous as she worked her way down to Jack's muscular shoulders, chest, back, and arms.

When she got to Jack's hands, she stood back and asked him to put his hands out in front of him. Hesitantly Jack did so, letting loose his goliath cock, letting it drop down, giving the Doc the full view of the enormous frank and pool ball sized beans.

Jack observed a subtle, almost imperceptible, wetting of her lips, but otherwise, the Doctor maintained a perfectly professional facade. The Doc checked Jack's hands, underarms and then moved down to his backside and outer thighs, legs and feet.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he thought they were done, but the Doc had other ideas.

"Mr Buchanan, I need to check your inner thighs, penis and testicles for any spots and while I'm at it I'll check for any lumps. Do I have your permission to conduct those checks?" the Doc asked.

"Uh, sure, do you want me to move... uh, stuff... out of the way," Jack replied.

"No, it's easier if I do it myself," the Doc stated.

With that Doctor Levou knelt down in front of Jack, coming face to face with his large dick. He felt the warmth of her breath, then the gentle but firm adjustment as she positioned his genitals to properly examine his inner thighs, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the circumstances..

"Mr. Buchanan," she remarked, "you possess remarkably large testicles, approximately three times the size one typically sees. Have they always been this large?" the Doc enquired as she twirled them in her hands, checking for lumps and moles.

"Pretty much, I had them checked when I was younger, and they said nothing was wrong with them, they're just big." Jack replied.

"Nearly double the average sized penis as well I see" the Doc pointed out as she stretched out Jack's prick and gave it the once over.

"Hmmm..." was all Jack could manage.

Jack was doing his best not to think about the busty Doctor grabbing and breathing on his genitals, but his mind was a rogue pinball machine bouncing between thoughts of his grandmother and the reality of the very attractive Doctor examining his most private parts with unnerving thoroughness. Up to that point, he had resolutely avoided looking, but his curiosity finally overwhelmed him, and he risked a peek. It was at this time that he noticed that the Doc wasn't wearing gloves and that her scrubs' top two buttons had come undone, giving Jack a direct view down on some breathtakingly ample cleavage.

Jack looked for only a second, but it was enough for blood to start moving. Jack's 8 inch soft dick began to grow uncontrollably. Jack hoped it would stop as he thought of the most unsexy things possible, but the damage had already been done and his already lengthy dick began to swell and stretch in the Doctor's petite hands.

The Doc, obviously noticing the change, looked up at Jack (without moving her hand) as if looking for an explanation.

"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry, it's just I've never been in a situation like this." Jack managed to stammer out.

"Never?" Dr. Levou's eyebrow arched, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I suspect that's not in fact the case, Mr. Buchanan.

Before Jack could reply the Doc went back to being stoney faced and replied professionally: "It's not a problem Mr Buchanan, It's a natural reaction. I'm done with the mole check and we need to take these measurements anyway, so stay there for a sec and I'll get the tape measure".

"Wait, what measurements?" Jack asked in a panic.

"Penis length and girth" the Doc replied as if such a thing was an everyday occurrence.

"What in god's name do you need that for?" Jack asked

"This is all part of the full medical examination, Mr Buchanan. Seeing as you're already erect, we may as well take the measurements and then take a sample - kill two birds with one stone as it were."

"WAIT, WHAT SAMPLE?" Jack asked in a complete fluster.

"Semen sample, Mr Buchanan, we will check sperm health, STD's and for any irregularities," the Doc replied in a calming voice as she returned with a roll of measuring tape.

"Oh great, the indignities just keep coming," Jack said, exasperated.

"It was all on the form you signed, Mr Buchanan. We're not trying to trick you into anything you shouldn't be aware of already. It's totally fine if you wish to end the examination now, but unfortunately, we won't be able to complete any other tests, and you won't be able to apply for the job at St Aug's. It is entirely up to you," the Doc explained.

"Well, I guess it'll be good to know all this stuff and catch anything that might be wrong. Ok, fine, let's continue" Jack resigned.

"Oh, good... oh, that's a shame" the Doc said as she pointed at Jack's now deflated penis.

Jack looked down, realising he was now soft.

"Damn, sorry" Jack apologized.

"That's OK, we can get the flaccid measurements now and come back to the erect ones," the Doc said once again, kneeling down before Jack.

Doctor Levou pulled out the tape measure and measured the length of girth of Jack's soft cock during which Jack made a concerted effort to keep his eyes up.

"Just a smidge over 8 inches in length and just under 7 inches in girth," the Doc proclaimed.

"Mr Buchanan," she continued, "May I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure" Jack replied, conscious of the fact the Doctor was still on her knees face to face with his dick.

"What was it that caused your erection a moment ago?" the Doc enquired.

"Probably the fact that a hot Doctor was man-handling my junk. I'm sorry, I have no control over that."

"It's OK, Mr Buchanan, as I said, it's a natural response. Was there anything More specific that may have triggered it?" she asked coyly.

"Nope," Jack lied while determined to keep his eyes up.

"If you're going to lie, Mr Buchanan, the least you could do is do it to my face," the Doc said sternly.

Jack looked down and was about to reply to the accusation when he saw that the Doctor's scrub top had two further buttons undone, exposing a huge amount of flesh, the edges of her black bra and a valley of cleavage.

Once again, Jack lost control of his meat as it sprang back to life, engorging itself as it slowly filled and rallied upwards.

"Ha, I knew it, you're a breast man," the Doctor said triumphantly.

"Uh, yeah, good guess, Doc," Jack said, somewhat confused.

"I'm sorry for the cheap trick Mr Buchanan, but it's often the quickest way to measure a fully erect penis. Now, let's get you measured," the Doc said toothily, stretching out the tape.

"Thanks for the view, Doc, but you're mistaken if you think that's fully erect," Jack said sheepishly, his semi erect cock sticking out perpendicular to his body.

"Surely you jest".

"No, no jesting. Some cleavage will certainly wake it up, but it takes a lot more to get to full strength," Jack admitted proudly.

"Mr Buchanan, that's the worst sales pitch I've had," the Doc chided.

"No sales pitch, Doc, just the physiological truth. Big muscles require lots of blood," Jack stated.

"Well, Mr Buchanan, what do you usually do to get it to 'full strength'?" the Doc asked.

"Doctor," he began, "you've already examined quite literally every part of me. I believe pretence would be rather pointless at this juncture," Jack admitted.

"Porn usually or a partner helps with some intimacy, but I'm hardly going to watch porn in front of you and I don't see any of my ex's in here..." he continued.

"Mr Buchanan, if I may propose an unconventional idea?" the Doc asked.

"I'm all ears," Jack replied.

"If I took my scrub top off and sat opposite you while you encouraged a full erection, do you think that would work?"

"You're suggesting I... massage myself with the assistance of your partially exposed breasts?" Jack tried tactfully.

"I am. We need the measurement, and we are already running behind schedule. We could tie in getting a sample at the same time for efficiency's sake". "And furthermore, my breasts will remain in my brazier," The Doc declared.

"This is certainly an... unconventional appointment, but if it affords me the view you're offering, then I'm game," Jack announced.

"Alright, some conditions. No touching me, when you get fully erect, you must let me know, and when you get close to climax, you must again let me know," the Doc stated.

"Fine by me," Jack said with a toothy grin.

Doctor Levou pulled up her wheely chair opposite the patient chair, took a seat and motioned Jack to sit opposite.

Jack sat, his semi jutting out between his legs, his large, swollen balls dangling off the chair.

"Ok, Mr Buchanan, let's see if we can make the magic happen," the Doc said with a smile, lifting up her tight scrub top. After much wriggling and squeezing of the too-tight top, Doctor Levou gave one final heave as both of her enormous bra bound tits dropped out. The Doc neatly folded her top next to her chair and sat back up, her arms folded underneath her breasts, giving them slightly more lift and a good bit more cleavage.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck." Jack said as his right hand instinctively moved to stroke his pulsing cock. "You have some of the nicest breasts I have ever seen, Doc," Jack said, transfixed on the vision of two oversized melons squashed into a black lace, thick-strapped bra.

"Thank you, Mr Buchanan, I appreciate the compliment regardless of the situation. How long does it usually take you to climax?" the Doc queried.

"How long's a piece of string? Could be seconds, could be hours, it takes as long as it takes, I guess," Jack replied, taking long strokes of his increasingly large appendage.

"We don't have hours, Mr Buchanan, this is not for your viewing pleasure other than for the purpose of completing the exam," the Doc said with a hint of mild impatience.

"I understand, Doc and don't get me wrong, right now there's nowhere else I'd rather be, but I'm only at 3/4 and it's not getting any bigger. You can take the measurement as is, but I'm not sure I'll be able to climax like this anytime soon." Jack said exasperated, picking up the stroke pace.

"This is ridiculous, I've never had any man last more than a few seconds with this method," the Doctor exclaimed.

"Not sure what to tell you, Doc, I guess I'm not ordinary," Jack said.

"That's very evident, Mr Buchanan. There's nothing else for it then, I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

With that, the Doc resumed her position of kneeling in front of Jack.

"Do I have your permission, Mr Buchanan?" the Doc said, indicating her intentions with her hands.

"By all means!" Jack replied, releasing his grip on his member, allowing the Doc to take control.

The Doc's small hands and slender fingers wrapped themselves around Jack's bulging cock, making it look even bigger than normal.

While the Doc started to slowly work her magic with gentle gliding motions up and down his shaft, Jack admired her technique, noting the focus in her big green-hazel eyes and the way she was biting her lip. Jack felt as though this was more than a professional curiosity for the Doc and that there was more at play; however, he wasn't about to question anything given his current circumstances.

Doctor Levou's grip was firm and pleasant as she used both hands to pump Jack's growing pole. His tip just centimetres away from her face as she worked with concentration and determination.

"How's that feeling, Mr Buchanan?" the Doc asked earnestly.

"Really great, you're a great touch. Helps to have something so pleasing to look at." Jack nodded towards the Doc's voluminous chest.

The Doc responded by straightening her back while remaining kneeling and raising her head height to match the height of the spire before her. The Doc squeezed her arms together, forcing more tit flesh together and out of her struggling bra.

The view before Jack was obscene. His now massive, fully erect cock was being massaged furiously by a gorgeous, topless, big breasted Doctor, whose mouth was subconsciously open with a craving looking in her eyes.

"I think that's it... it's as big as it will get," Jack said, struggling for words.

Effortlessly and with barely an interruption, the Doc whipped up the tape measure along the length and girth of his penis and continued jerking it.

"12 inches in length and 10 inches in girth. Congratulations, Mr Buchanan, you're officially the biggest I've ever seen," the Doc said stoically.

Jack was too far gone to register and simply enjoyed the feelings and view that was being thrust upon him.

The Doc removed a hand and spent some time treating Jack's full balls with a gentle massage between her fingers, all maintaining her rhythmic up and down sliding along his member.

"Doc, fair warning, I'm getting close". Jack announced.

Without missing a beat the Doc picked up a small specimen sample jar, sat back down on her feet and held it close to the mushroom end of Jack's cock.

"You're going to need a bigger jar; that won't cut it," Jack said with a certain urgency.

"This is the standard size, Mr Buchanan, it will be more than adequate," the Doc reassured.

"Won't cut it Doc. Grab something bigger." Jack pleaded.

"It will be fine, whenever you're ready," The Doc said confidently. Jack's bulging red cock pointed squarely at her parted lips.

"Here it cuuuuuuuuuuuuuums," Jack groaned.

With split second timing the Doc lowered Jack's cock and pointed his slit right before the open jar. Jack erupted, a long thick string of jizz blasted the specimen jar, filling it almost completely.

Continuing to grip and pump Jack's prick subconsciously, the Doc forced more cum out, the second shot overfilling the jar, spilling large amounts over the side and down over the Doctor's hand.

"OH SHIT!" the Doc shouted, abandoning her professional veil.

The third and fourth shots, though lesser, were still substantial and pushed more fluid over the brim, joining the cascade down the Doc's hands, arms, scrubs and floor.

The last spurt had lost all energy and simply missed the jar, landing squarely within the Doc's cavernous cleavage.

"Damn, sorry Doc, but I did warn you," Jack said sheepishly.

"No, this one's on me. I should have listened. You know your body better than I do, I just assumed..." The Doc drifted off.

"Yeah, big balls remember?" Jack said.

"Indeed," the Doc said clearly, still in shock.

The Doctor placed the lid on a sample car and took it to the basin next to her desk. She rinsed off the jar and placed it on the desk then proceeded to wash her hands, arms, cleavage and scrubs.

While washing up, the Doctor said: "There are wet wipes and tissues in the second drawer down, you're welcome to clean up with them.

Jack did just that, using fistfuls to mop up the floor and himself. When the Doc was done, she returned to the seats and squeezed herself back into her scrub top.

"You're welcome to get dressed, Mr Buchanan, the rest of the tests do not require any nudity," the Doc informed.

Clothing himself became an exercise in awkward maneuvering, as his persistent arousal made dressing a challenge. He resolved to tuck it upwards into the waistband of his shorts, a significant amount still poking out the top.

Jack looked up from getting dressed and adjusting himself, only to realise the Doc was watching him with great interest.

"You still have an erection, Mr Buchanan, do you not lose your erection after ejaculation?" the Doctor asked.

"Not after only one time. It usually takes 3-4 times to get it to go back down quickly. It will fade eventually, but it will take a while." Jack explained.

Dr. Levou's eyes widened, a spark of something akin to devilish fascination flickering within them. "You're saying... this remarkable specimen of yours could perform an encore or three, without so much as a curtain call of deflation?"

"At least 2-3, but I'm not really sure what the limit is. I've done times 7 in a row over the course of about 6 hours without losing hardness. I could probably do more, but it's pretty tiring."

"7? You orgasmed 7 times in a row without losing your erection?" the Doc asked aghast.

"Yeah, I wanted to see how many I could do, but honestly, I just got a bit bored and tired after number 7. With refreshments and a sufficiently entertaining situation, I'm sure I could probably just keep going."

"That is unique..." the Doctor said distractedly.

"It's kind of a pain, really. I've never had a partner who could keep up. Most like the idea of a big cocked, sexually charged dude with high stamina, but the reality is most women can't handle the size, pace or frequency. It's probably why I'm single." Jack said somewhat deflated.

"I understand, Mr Buchanan, more than you realise," the Doc said in an empathetic daze.

She continued, shaking off her distraction: "We'll need to complete the rest of the testing now. Blood test, heart and lung function, as well as overall fitness and stress testing. Are you happy to proceed?"

"Yeah, let's do it," Jack said, still somewhat confused about the past hour's events.

The Doctor took a panel of bloods from Jack and took the samples to an attached Lab for rapid analysis. The rest of the day was filled with a myriad of testing, poking and prodding. Just as the sun was starting to get low and the last test (an eye exam) was being completed, there was a knock on the door, and an envelope was slipped under the locked door.

The Doc picked up the envelope and returned to her desk with it in hand. Jack remained seated in the patient chair next to the desk, and the Doc read the envelope's contents.

"Mr Buchanan, the lab results are in, and your blood work results are all clear. You have no undiagnosed or identified illnesses/diseases. All weight, height, fitness levels and everything else we've tested today are well within normal or optimal ranges. You are in peak physical health. The only thing out of the ordinary is with your semen sample. The testing indicated you are sterile. Were you aware of this?" the Doc asked.

"Yeah, I've had a few tests over the years to make sure my bigger-than-normal genitals weren't going to cause me any issues, and a couple of previous tests gave the same result. It's something I've come to terms with." Jack said.

"I'm glad I wasn't the bearer of bad news then. For all intents and purposes you are in perfect health, Mr Buchanan, and my report to the school will reflect just that. Because we are now done and there are no further Doctor and patient interactions needed, you are free to go, however..." the Doctor said, trailing off.

"Hmmm?" Jack hummed curiously.

"To be clear, we are done, I am no longer your Doctor and you are no longer my patient, so I ask this as one human to another and not in a professional capacity, but what are your plans for dinner?" the Doc enquired almost shyly.

"I don't have any," Jack said, somewhat taken aback.

"There's a brilliant Italian restaurant about 5 blocks from here called Gorgiano's, do you know it?" the Doc enquired.

"Yeah, it's highly rated, great food and atmosphere," Jack replied.

"Excellent, I'll be there at 7 pm tonight if you would like to join me," the Doc suggested.

"Uh... oh... I..." Jack stuttered in surprise.

"That's OK, Mr Buchanan, you have no obligation, it was merely an open invitation."

"Are you kidding me, of course I'll be there, it's just I have no idea what your name is and I'm not super keen on calling you Doc during dinner," Jack said.

"Oh my god, you are right, Mr Buchanan, my name is Clara Levou". Clara said.

"Great to meet you, Clara, my name's Jack," Jack said, placing particular emphasis on his first name.

"Haha, Jack, yes, sorry, force of habit," Clara chuckled.

"Well, Doc.. err Clara, if there's nothing else, I've got to get home, clean up and make myself presentable," Jack stated.

"Of course Jack, I've got to do the same. I will see you at 7 at Gorgiano's." Clara confirmed.

"Looking forward to it," Jack said enthusiastically.

Jack said his goodbyes and exited the Doctor's practice physically tired, but emotionally on a high. His mental state was a jumble, trying to reconcile the day's events and now a date with the same Doctor who had jerked him off just a few hours ago. It was a lot to digest, but Jack wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. He headed home, a hot shower washing away the last lingering traces of the sterile examination room. He put together a respectable outfit in keeping with the classy Italian restaurant Gorgiano's was known to be. Jack slipped on sleek leather loafers, some navy blue slacks, a matching brown leather belt and his nicest crisp white shirt.

Jack rolled up the sleeves as he splashed his favourite on his neck and gave himself the final once-over in the mirror. At 24 years of age, Jack was looking the best he'd ever done. Final preening done, Jack headed out to Gorgiano's.

On arrival, he was directed to the bar to wait for his dinner partner before he could be seated. The restaurant's air vibrated with the lively murmur of conversations, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. Toned down, warm lighting cast shadows on the rustic brick walls, adorned with framed vintage posters of Italian landscapes. The tantalising aroma of garlic, herbs, and simmering sauces filled the air, weaving a fragrant spell that promised culinary delights. Plush velvet booths lined the walls, offering cozy nooks for intimate dinners, while the centre of the room buzzed with energy, tables closely packed, creating a sense of familial intimacy.

Not long after being seated and well before Jack had any chance of getting the overworked bartender's attention, Clara glided into the restaurant. Every head turned to admire her supreme confidence. Her green-hazel eyes scanned the room, settling on Jack with a flash of recognition. Jack just about fell off his chair as he drank in the vision before him. Clara was wearing a black cocktail dress that shouted rather than whispered. It dipped and swirled around her, framing a plunging neckline that only stopped above her belly button. Her dress created a diamond of exposed skin, a daring expanse that showcased the graceful line of her throat, the swell of her enormous chest, a tantalising glimpse of her curves, and the sleek flatness of her stomach.

Clara sauntered her way towards Jack in a pair of black pumps. Jack was floored and didn't think he'd ever seen such a gorgeous woman before, let alone take one to dinner. Clara had chosen to wear heavy black eye makeup with shoulder-length black hair tied up in a low pony. Her lips stood out with a shock of ruby red lipstick, while she held a small designer clutch in her left arm.

It was as if every man and woman in the restaurant had stopped to look at her as she walked towards Jack. Some men drooling, some women shooting daggers, but all gave their attention to the striking figure that Clara cut.

"Good evening, Jack, you look great," Clara said cheerfully.

"Me? You look great! No, incredible. Jaw-dropping. Christ, you look stunning!" Jack said, beside himself.

The two shared polite kisses on the cheek and a cordial single-arm hug as they greeted each other. Jack took the opportunity to inhale the exquisite, intoxicating fragrance she wore.

"Shall we?" Clara gestured in the direction of the restaurant proper.

The two were guided to their table and Jack politely pulled the chair for Clara.

The two initiated pleasantries and small talk while choosing something to order and then waiting for food to arrive. Jack could not help but steal glances at Clara's exposed flesh, and while he was trying to be as respectful as he could, he was struggling to peel his eyes off the two massive and mostly exposed orbs in front of him.

"Shall we start with a bottle of white or red?" Clara looked up, catching Jack staring.

A wry smile crept onto her face as she placed the drinks list on the table.

"Like what you see?" she asked sternly.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I just..." Jack's head bowed down, and his eyes averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't be sorry, I know what dress I am wearing tonight and I know how I look. I wore it by choice and with intention. I wore it for you, Jack. I was just poking fun, you can look all you want. You are the reason I'm wearing this dress." Clara said with supreme confidence and poise.

"I'm flattered, but I'm going to have a hard time making eye contact with that invite. Red, I think." Jack said, remembering the wine.

With their orders taken, the pair settled into more conversation, which inevitably turned to St Augs.

"So, this school..." Jack broached the subject tentatively.

"I knew it would come up, but I can only tell you so much. The school is very secretive about its operation, but I might be able to provide some background." Clara stated

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"I'll take what I can get at this point," Jack said.

"St Augustine's was founded over 300 years ago by a covenant of Nuns, funded by the clergy and established in part to help needy or ill women. The building and grounds were built with room to spare. As time went on, the types of people who sought assistance from the Nuns became more niche, and all seekers seemed to fit the same diagnosis with the same ailments. It's believed that there is something special about the school that draws people of a particular nature to it. I'll leave it up to you as to whether you believe that or not, but the school certainly does have an unnerving pull about it." Clara said, taking a sip of wine.

"So, how did it turn from a Nunnery to a school?" Jack asked, fascinated.

"Over time, it evolved. The clergy didn't like what went on within the Nunnery and tried to shut it down, excommunicating all the Nuns and putting the property up for sale. The ex-Nuns were approached by a local benefactor who offered to purchase the property and gift it back to the ex-Nuns, provided they continued the work they'd been doing while also incorporating education elements. The school started to take shape from here, becoming more focused on healing and the education of the people who sought their help. Around 120 years ago, it formally became what it is today, St Augustine's College. Students of the school often come from wealthy families who have tried everything else to "fix" their offspring, and that inevitably leads them to the school. The school is extremely well funded and has many ex-students still on the books working externally and within the community. These alumni have their ears to the ground and when they become aware of a parent or child seeking a particular type of assistance, they reach out and see if a St Aug's enrolment is appropriate for them. Most alumni go on to be very successful in their chosen careers, however, graduation certificates are given in the name of another local private school (on agreement, of course) to ensure privacy is maintained." Clara said exhaustively.

"Ok, that all makes sense, but what is it that the school treats and that parents are so keen to fix?" Jack enquired, taking a mouthful of his newly arrived pasta

"That's part and parcel with the secrecy of the school. It is something I cannot explain to you and is something you will find out when you're offered the job," Clara said, taking her turn to take a mouthful.

"When?" Jack asked curiously.

Clara swallowed: "I've seen quite a few applicants in my time, Jack and you are by far the best of the bunch. You are what the school needs and what it's been missing this whole time. I believe you are virtually guaranteed the job," Clara said earnestly.

Jack, partly distracted by the two big attention grabbers in front of him, snapped out of his gawking.

"No pressure then," he chuckled.

"Just be yourself on interview day and be open to the ideas of the school, you will fit right in," Clara suggested.

"Hmmmm" Jack pondered her words.

The rest of the dinner was brilliant with a bottle of wine and a dessert shared between them. Full and satisfied, Jack settled the bill despite some protests from Clara, and they stepped outside.

"Jack, I've had a lovely evening, but I'm not quite ready for it to be done. Would you like to come back to my place for coff...."

"Yes," Jack interrupted enthusiastically.

"Brilliant, here's my address, it's five minutes down the road. I'll meet you in the lobby and escort you up to my apartment." Clara said, scribbling her address on the back of a business card.

"Thanks, see you shortly," Jack said, taking the card.

Jack arrived at the Winterburg Apartments not long after and entered the lobby to find the stunner that was Clara casually talking to the elderly African American doorman.

"Oh, Jack, glad you made it. This is Alfonso, but we all call him Alfie. Alfie's the first love of my life and knows this city like the back of his hand." Clara said cheerfully.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Jack," Alfie said, extending a genuine hand as Clara walked off to press the elevator button.

"Nice to meet you too, Alfie," Jack said.

Jack and Clara rode the elevator up to the 7th floor, the tension in the small metal box palpable as Clara released her hair from it's ponytail, a sign she was approaching the comfort of home.

Clara exited first and grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him through the corridors and guiding them through her apartment door and into the entrance way of a pristine apartment.

The second the door closed behind them, Clara jumped on Jack, kissing him passionately and wrapping her arms around his neck. With her heels on, Clara came up to Jack's throat, so a little bit of stretching allowed for lips to connect.

Jack was slightly taken aback by the abruptness of Clara's actions, but as soon as their lips met, Jack was on board, returning her kisses and a tight hug in kind.

Breaking away first, Clara said sighfully: "God, I've been wanting to do that all night. You're a great kisser, but there's something else I've been wanting to do even more." Clara admitted, releasing her grip and dropping to her knees in front of Jack.

Without a second thought, Clara unzipped Jack slacks, reached inside his briefs and fished out his partially hard cock.

"There you are," Clara said with a wide, almost giddy smile on her face. "Oh yes, I remember, you require a bit more effort to get your motor really purring."

With that, Clara stood up, kicked her pumps to the side and untied her dress's knot situated behind her head. Clara released the two strap ends while staring directly into Jack's eyes. The slinky black dress fell away, sliding down her body to reveal a perfect pair of massive, braless breasts and after a quick spin, a black g-string.

"To your liking, Mr Buchanan?" Clara said cheekily.

"Christ, yes!" Jack blurted out, his nether regions swelling in response to the mostly naked beauty in front of him.

Clara dropped to her knees, coming face to face with the slowly awakening goliath attached to the handsome man above her.

Clara placed both hands on Jack's dick, gently weighing it in her palms. Licking her lips, Clara examined the him in fine detail.

"What a gorgeous specimen you have. I will treat it with the reverence it deserves." Clara said, kissing the leaking, bulbous tip.

Jack moaned quietly as he watched a silvery string of precum stretch out between his dribbling prick and Clara's big, soft, red lips. Clara began using her hands to jerk off Jack, starting slowly, savouring the growth she felt beneath her fingertips. While looking up at Jack, Clara softly kissed and licked Jack's purple mushroom. Jack, meanwhile, was enjoying every second of the cock worship, meeting Clara's gaze and occasionally stealing glances at her big bouncy rack.

This did not go unnoticed by the busty brunette who released her left hand from the cock play and placed it firmly on her left breast, massaging and kneading her soft skin, tweaking her nipple, then doing the same for the right one, putting on a show for Jack to enjoy.

"You like my big boobs, big fella?" Clara teased, squeezing her amazing boobs together, creating ludicrous cleavage that practically spilled over her arm.

Jack could only manage a nod and some incoherent mumble as the temptress below him fondled both her giant tits and his giant dick.

"Good, because they're all yours," Clara announced as she stood up, taking Jack's hands and placing them on her big, ripe melons.

Jack didn't wait a second longer before he started mauling Clara's breasts, grabbing, squeezing and pushing them around. Jack used his right hand to bring Clara's left tit to his mouth, rolling her erect nipple around in his mouth and sucking gently.

"Mmmmmm, softly, softly, I'm very sensitive." Clara moaned.

Jack took heed and took extra care with his hands as he placed both of Clara's nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and applied pressure.

"Ooooo, fuck." Clara sighed, pushing one hand down between the couple's compressed bodies and grabbed a handful of Jack's girth.

With each soft pinch of her perfect pink buds, Clara responded with an increasingly aggressive squeeze of Jack's member, causing him to produce low grunts of enjoyment.

"Owwwwwwwwww." Jack exclaimed.

Clara lifted herself up onto her tiptoes, placing her lips up to Jack's ear and whispered in an all too sultry voice, "Do you like being touched, Mr Buchanan?"

"Fuck yes." came his reply as he pushed his hips forward into the seductress's grip and burying his face into her cleavage.

Bolstered by Jack's positive response, Clara took to rhythmically pumping his steel hard pole, letting the tip drag across her flat stomach, leaving a snail trail of precum wherever she directed it.

Having had his fill of mashing Clara's supple breast flesh, Jack kissed his way from one nipple, up over the top of one mountain, along her collarbone and into the nape of her neck.

Clara responded by tilting her face to the sky in ecstasy, giving Jack full access to her long, slender neck.

His hands trailed down her back, finding purchase on the firm curves of her backside. Jack spent the next few minutes exploring Clara's rear end, grabbing and squeezing with more vigour than his gentle ways with her breasts.

In his exploration, Jack found that Clara actually weighed very little and could easily be lifted up for more passionate, deeper kisses. After a time, Jack, still leaning up against the hallway wall, grabbed Clara's ass firmly and lifted her fully into the air, placing her g-string clad rump on his rock solid cock. Clara instantly giggled with a "Weeeee," before wrapping her legs around his upper waist and her arms around his neck.

"Perfect specimen indeed. My tests did say you were strong." Clara said.

"It's easy, you're light and I'm ravenous," Jack responded, passionately locking lips and intertwining tongues with the sexy Doctor.

Clara, with her huge tits mashed up against Jack's chest/neck area and Jack's enormous meat stick protruding out between her ass cheeks, chose to move her cute buns along the length of his divine cock.

"I don't think I've ever had anyone big enough to be able to do this. I'm very glad I do now," she said, sliding her now moist g-string up and down Jack's massive rocket.

Jack helped, of course, never having stopped kneading her bum while helping to take some of her weight.

"Jack, I have a small confession. I can't fuck you tonight." Clara said mid-thrust of her hips.

Jack just stared blankly as he stopped squeezing her cheeks.

"It's hard to explain and I can't really anyway, so you'll just have to trust me that it's not because I don't want to. Because believe me, I verrrrrrry much want to." Clara cooed as she pulled her g-string to one side, letting her wet lips grind directly across Jack's veining appendage.

"Don't get me wrong Clara, I respect your decision entirely and will only go as far as you want, but if we're not fucking, what are we doing here?" Jack asked as he placed a fat tit in his mouth.

"Having fun, Jack. We can't fuck, but we can do other things. Put me down and I'll show you." Clara said.

Gently lowering the vixen onto the ground, Jack released her. Clara took a hair tie off her wrist and used it to tie her flowing, inky locks back into a ponytail. Once done, Clara looked up at Jack with big doe eyes and slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Face to face again with the monstrosity that was Jack's giant dick, Clara licked her lips in earnest.

"I have many talents, Jack and tonight I hope to show you one of my favourites. I'm sure it will be one of yours as well." Clara said, staring up at him with a hungry expression.

Clara positioned herself and wrapped her dainty fingers around Jack's girth.

Without pomp or ceremony, Clara guided the head of Jack's cock directly into her mouth, engulfing the engorged purple helmet with gusto.

Using her tongue, Clara twisted and twirled like a cut snake around Jack's bulb, licking, lashing and flicking his tip with a professional skill.

Jack's head tilted back as he pressed even harder into the wall, his knees weak, helpless in the embrace of the succubus below him.

Clara continued with her magic tongue as her mouth produced spit to lubricate the act while her lips sucked and drew Jack in one slow inch at a time.

"Fuck me, you're good at that," Jack said, breathlessly.

Clara withdrew for just long enough to reply, "Has anyone ever taken all of you in their mouth before, Jack?"

"No, never. Most I've had is half." Jack admitted.

"Good, the first time's always special," Clara said, ejecting the monster a second time before diving back in, swallowing a third of his immense length with ease.

"There's no way..." Jack said, unable to finish his sentence as the combination of Clara's wet, soft mouth devouring him and her hand expertly jerking him took effect.

Clara continued to work her magic, her head bobbing with practised rhythm. Each upward stroke brought her gaze to meet Jack's, her dark eyes filled with a playful intensity. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him to the brink, then pulling back just enough to prolong the delicious agony.

Jack watched as Clara consumed another ⅓ of Jack's weighty member, their eyes locking as Clara's determination became evident. Clara had managed more than any woman had previously, and that was an achievement unto itself, and he felt he was about to reward her for her effort.

Jack's hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the silken strands as his moans grew louder. He was teetering on the edge, the pressure building with each skilful flick of her tongue and each firm pump of her hand. Clara seemed to sense his impending release, and her pace increased, her mouth working faster, deeper.

Struggling with the final few inches, Clara felt close to her limit while Jack, too, was barely holding on. Withdrawing and taking a deep breath, Clara relaxed all the muscles in her mouth and throat and envisioned the enormous dick impaling her fully. Carefully and with a sense of full commitment to the cause, Clara slid the entirety of Jack into her mouth and a significant way down her gullet, only stopping when her lips touched his base.

With a final, shuddering groan, Jack's body tensed, and he erupted. A thick wave of pleasure coursed through him as he spilled into Clara's waiting stomach.

"Oh fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeee." Jack said uncontrollably, hips bucking in time to his spurts.

Clara greedily gulped down the substantial load with a satisfied smirk, then continued her ministrations, milking him for every last drop.

When the tremors finally subsided, Clara slowly pulled away, her lips glistening. She looked up at Jack with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Told you I had talents" she purred, licking her lips seductively.

Jack was still reeling, his legs close to buckling beneath him. "Wow," he managed to croak, his voice thick with arousal.

Clara stood up, wrapping her arms around Jack's corded neck and pulling herself close. Jack responded by drawing her close, his lipstick-covered sausage squashed between the two mostly naked bodies.

Noticing his freshly spent cock was still rock hard, Clara said "Jack, as much as I would love to take this further, I simply can't. There are rules I need to abide by - I hope you can understand and forgive me.

"Of course, but nothing about tonight requires you to apologise. If you'll permit me, I'd like to 'give back'. Jack said suggestively.

"How could I say no, but let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Clara responded

She guided him to towards her bedroom. The apartment was cozy and inviting, filled with bookshelves and artwork that hinted at Clara's intelligence and refined taste. A soft glow from a nearby lamp cast a warm light on Clara's incredible body, highlighting her shapely curves. Jack drank her in as she led him deeper into her lair.

They sat on the edge of her large, overly soft bed, the silence between them still electric and palpable. Jack leaned over and gently guided Clara's head and shoulders down onto a pillow, then positioned himself so he was kneeling by her feet.

For a brief second, the strong, confident Doctor's facade slipped, and just for a moment she looked vulnerable and shy, but as Jack blinked, she returned. Both of them knew where this was going, and both were practically salivating at the prospect.

Clara raised her gorgeous behind from the bed and slipped her g-string off, dropping it coyly with a single finger onto the floor.

With Clara now comfortably positioned, Jack leaned in, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before he began his descent. He started with a soft kiss on her ankle, then slowly made his way up her calves, each peck a suggestive tease.

Clara shivered at his touch, her fingers lightly tangling in his hair as he approached her thighs. Jack's kisses became more fervent, his breath warm against her skin, goosebumps following his course. He paused at the apex of her thighs, his gaze questioning. Clara nodded, a silent invitation.

Jack kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, each kiss sending shivers through her body. His hands rested lightly on her hips, his touch both grounding and exciting. Clara moaned softly, her body arching slightly as the anticipation built. Jack could feel her pulse quickening beneath his fingertips.

With a final, lingering kiss, Jack reached the point of no return. His breath hitched as he looked up at Clara one last time, his eyes filled with reverence. Her mouth parted, breathing heavily, and her eyes pleading as he lowered his head.

The world narrowed to the sweet scent of Clara, the taste of her skin, the feel of her warmth and moisture against his lips. He admired the smooth skin on display before him, tracing a line from her hip to the apex of her mound with his fingertip. The slight tremor that ran through her body fueled his desire even further.

He began slowly, gently, his tongue exploring the delicate outer folds of her femininity. Clara gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Jack's tongue worked its magic, teasing, swirling, exploring every inch of her. He could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure washed over her. He varied his rhythm, sometimes slow and deliberate, sometimes fast and frenzied, always attuned to her reactions.

Clara's moans escalated into soft cries, her hips bucking against his face, her hand pushing his head down with purpose. He took advantage of her eagerness, plunging his tongue deep inside her, swirling it around the folds of flesh. He explored every inch of her womanhood, savoring the taste and texture of her arousal. His hands worked in tandem with his tongue, caressing her puffy lips and clitoris. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blank, her body solely focused on the intense pleasure that radiated from his mouth. Jack could feel her nearing the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He increased his efforts, his tongue working with relentless precision. Clara's cries became louder, filling the room with her extasy, her body trembling with anticipation. Then, with a final, shuddering gasp, the bubble burst, her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"Oooooooooooo... fuck MEEEEEEEEEE!" Clara screamed with primal urgency.

Jack continued to ride the waves, expertly easing off as Clara came back down to earth.

He gently kissed her glistening mound one last time before lifting his head, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

Clara lay there for a moment, her eyes closed, her body still tingling. When she finally opened them, she looked at Jack with a dazed expression. "You have your own talents, Mr Buchanan", she announced, her voice thick with emotion.

Jack smiled contentedly. "I aim to please," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly, before situating himself behind her, wrapping her in his strong arms.

They stayed like that for a long time, tangled together, their time spent gently touching and caressing each other. The silence between them was filled with unspoken sentiments.

After what seemed like hours, Clara finally broke the silence by whispering, "Stay with me tonight. Just stay, this is so nice."

Jack, already half asleep, was easy to convince, but could only manage a "Hmmmmm" as he drifted off next to the beauty.