(Perspective change part 2) While laying pipe with the mischievous blonde, you get an awkward call from your boss!

Coming up behind Summer, you rest your hands on her soft ass cheeks and give them a squeeze. But as enchanting a sight as those soft buns half covered by her cotton panties are, you can't help but notice what's going on on the screen.

At first you assumed that she was just talking about Dr. Li as a point of comparison. Since Summer had snuck in here to visit holonet porn sites in the first place, you assumed that the scene she was talking about was one she had downloaded. But as you look over her shoulder, you see that it's showing the very same study hall you were about to barge into just a little while ago! And the wall clock is showing that only five minutes have passed, so Summer must have been watching live and only paused when you walked in on her.

It seems that Summer has moved beyond merely viewing smut on academy property, and is now branching out into recording it! And not with permission, either. Looking at the screen, you see that if there really had been a futa student in that study hall earlier, she's gone now. Of the two in there now, one is clearly a man, and the young woman with him has no room in her revealing track-team uniform to hide any extra equipment.

"Oh, what a naughty girl." Summer snickers. "This is such a good quality camera that you can see she's still sweaty. She came right in from track practice and now she's gonna get even more dirty. I don't blame her, I'd want to take a shower after boinking a guy like that, too! Might as well conserve water!"

You don't particularly recognize the girl, but you do know the balding man in the blue jumpsuit standing near her and speaking in a low voice. He's part of the custodial staff, alright. His name is Norman. You had always thought he was a really nice guy. He'd brought you drinks and snacks free of charge during your long shifts, sometimes. You had actually been hoping that he was eventually going to ask you out, not because you're especially excited by him, but because something is better than nothing, and maybe unlike your ex, he'd at least be up for a basic reach-around.

Surely... surely the situation isn't what it looks like? Even if the janitor is nothing but a shameless pervert like yourself, how would he convince a student to come along with him to a private room like that? "They're just talking... it's nothing lewd." you say. "Wait! Oh, crap! Does that mean you aren't going to let me put it in?"

"Shush." Summer says, looking back over her shoulder with a finger over her lips. "I'm trying to hear what they're saying. Just get that love glove on and be ready."

With a gulp, you find yourself hoping that your co-worker really is there to do lewd things to that student athlete, if only so Summer doesn't change her mind. Your fumbling hands tear open the foil wrapper and start unrolling the red rubber condom down the length of your shaft.

Summer turns the volume up to catch their whispers. "Yeah, free of charge... just for this one time. I promise they're good. Think about it, Miss Nagabuchi. Mid-terms are just a few weeks away. If the keys ain't genuine, you'll know before long, and there'd be nothing stopping you reporting me. Even if you don't feel like lying and saying I **** you, my butt would be getting the boot within minutes." Norman the janitor is holding up a small data stick in his hand meaningfully.

The track team member he's talking to is every bit as achingly attractive as Summer, although in a very different way. While Summer is cutesy, soft and feminine, the girl in the track uniform is toned and fit. Wearing just a pair of running shoes and a matching red set of bloomers and sport bra, you can clearly see Miss Nagabuchi's shapely, powerful legs, and her bare midriff is showing off a hint of a six-pack. The tan lines on her arms and thighs are testament to how much practice she gets in. Although the combination of her short-trimmed black hair and small breasts might make some overlook her in normal circumstances, you very much doubt that she gets many complaints about the way her shapely apple of an ass looks in those red bloomers. Her expression is bland and slightly bored.

"Alright, fine. I'll fuck you. Just don't expect me to put on a show. And remember, one time only." she says flatly, with no hint of shame or trepidation. "You said you brought a condom?"

"Yeah!" the janitor has a dopey smile even more contemptible than your own, holding up a gray packet in one hand. "But let me get you nice and warmed up first." suddenly, the man turns to the camera quickly and gives it a wink and makes an 'ok' symbol with his hand, while the tanned girl stretches and limbers up as if she were about to do a round of ordinary exercise.

You didn't think your sexual excitement could get much more intense, but somehow, it has. This mischievous blonde babe bending over in front of you is even more devious than you thought. You aren't even the first staff member she's entrapped in her web. And she's barely been at this academy 3 months!

Confirming your suspicions, Summer giggles and wiggles her lovely butt against your groping hands. "What a slut!" she doesn't even bother using a cutesy euphemism this time. "Offering herself to an icky guy like that because she thinks he can help her cheat! I better make sure this one's downloading. I think I'll charge him even more, if he doesn't want me to tattle. And Syuuko can owe me a few favors too..."

You run your hands over Summer's back, massaging it gently, and begin sliding your rubber-covered cock in between her legs. Fortunately, you're on the short side yourself, so you have no trouble getting your cock in just the spot where it feels best, sandwiched between the silky skin of her inner thighs and the soft surface of her panties. You can feel the slit in there rubbing against the turgid head and steely shaft of your extra equipment.

"Miss Andrews," you gurgle lustily, "you're really asking a lot out of me. So... so don't be surprised if I want to go at it long and hard before I'm satisfied."

"Snrrrk~" Summer giggle-snort derisively. "Umm, sure, if you say so. But I think we both know you never get to do this with anybody. You're not even gonna last as long as that guy going after Syuuko - EEK!"

You give Summer's exposed ass cheek a light spank with the palm of your hand. Then another. "Hey, quit it!" the blonde says indignantly, though there's an undercurrent of lustful excitement in her voice. "I didn't say you could do that!"

Biting your lip, you give her other ass-cheek a matching handprint. "Well I'm sorry, Miss," you say, nostrils flaring, "but it seems to me that if your parents had done this more, you probably wouldn't be making amateur porn videos your first semester of college! If you don't want any more spanks, then flip over and let me get a good look at those beautiful titties of yours before I put it in!"

"Hmph~" Summer is struggling to suppress a grin as she slowly turns around, resting her butt on the desk. "Fiiiine. But only because Syuuko and the janitor are getting a slow start." she nods to the screen where Norman has pulled the track team member into his embrace and is kissing her on the mouth, one hand on her shoulder and the other exploring her slit from behind through the thin surface of her bloomers.

Your cock flops against Summer's tummy as you wraps her thighs around your wide hips. She closes her eyes as you lean in and press your mouth against her soft lips. Your hands slither all over her body as your tongue slips into her mouth. The mild sting as your tongue flicks over the jagged surface of her braces makes your spine tingle. "Mmmmm~" Summer moans into the kiss and her hands start unbuttoning the front of your dun-colored uniform shirt. The feel of her delicate hands through your bra helping your full, heavy tits spring free.

"Mmmm. Well I don't like everything, but I like these big boobies." she says, giving them a pinch.

"I wouldn't trade yours for anything." you respond, running your hands up and down over the smooth skin of her chest. "I want to put it in you now."

"You want to put your chubby ding-a-ling in my coochie?" her eyes flash mischievously at you, face just inches from your own. Tingles run through every square inch of your rod. It feels like you have two heavy, burning anchors dangling between your legs which will explode and take you with them if you can't empty them properly. The fact that your responsibility as security means you ought to be going to bust that pervy janitor and the would-be cheater he is french-kissing and fingerbanging scarcely crosses your mind.

"I don't just want to." you pull your hips back. "I'm going to." the mushroom head of your cock bumps up rudely against the soft cotton-covered surface of her pussy, spreding her labial lips open a little bit.

Cooing sweetly, Summer slips her hand down and tugs her panties to the side. The rubber-covered head of your cock presses against her clean-shaven pussylips and spreads her open. You ease your hips forward and a heavenly warmth engulfs your cockhead. Summer is so wet that her tightness is scarcely any resistance to your motion forward. Inch by inch, you slide into her. The heels of her tennis shoes squeeze your buttocks, urging you deeper into her.

There's no going back now. You, who the administrators and the community trusted to oversee moral purity in this academy, have officially slid your cock into an eighteen-year-old college student's pussy. It's a good thing the condom is muting the sensation slightly, or else you might burst already. Yes, the condom... you grin stupidly as you start thrusting in and out of Summer, making her gasp and sigh softly with each of your motions. There's nothing to worry about. You're perfectly safe. Once you and Miss Andrews have both had your fun, you can let yourself go with no consequences. Er... no legal consequences, anyway. You'll worry about the financial and spiritual consequences later.

Opening your eyes, you see that the adorable blonde wrapping her legs around you has been using the computer mouse and glancing over. "Oh, now it's getting good." She licks her lips.

On the screen, you can see that the track team member and the janitor were engaging in an impressively acrobatic standing-sixty-nine, her head bobbing back and forth on his cock as he holds per gorgeous ass up in his face, eating her out. You feel a surge of concern. "Gosh darn it, Norman!" you groan as you slide your cock into Summer down to the base. "Having sex with a college girl is one thing, but what if he was to drop her on her head?"

Even though the janitor surely can't hear you, he seems to be ready to move on as well, and turns the athletic short-haired girl around in his arms, letting her get her feet back on the ground. While he's stripped naked, she hasn't even taken her shoes off - a message that she doesn't plan to stick around any longer than necessary. Norman flops down onto a nearby padded chair, and the athlete shimmies her red bloomers down to her ankles and steps out of them. She flicks her pussy with her fingers and wastes no time in straddling the man's hips. He uses one hand to hold his cock straight up.

"Pull out." Summer says authoritatively to you.

"Huh!?" you gasp, your eyes crinkling with concern. "But I was going slow... I'm not done yet!"

"I know! Hee hee, you're just hopeless, Missuz Broadhurst." Summer rolls her eyes. "I'm not done with your nice thick weiner, either. Let me flip over."

Her pussy feels like it doesn't want to let your cock go as you pull back and slide your rubber-covered cock out of her. The sprightly young woman roughly nudges you away with her foot and then bends over the computer table, thrusting her irresistible ass back at you, her plaid miniskirt still rucked up around her waist. "And no spanking! Don't you think I'm a good girl?" she snickers, waggling her ass from side to side tauntingly. You set your jaw and snort, resting one palm on the small of her back and using your hand to carefully aim your cock before slipping into her tight, velvety flower once again. The brief deprivation makes your next soujurn in heaven all the sweeter, as you begin to slowly slide in and out of her. Each time you go a little deeper... and at last, you feel the last quarter-inch of your cock not covered by the condom slipping inside her pussy. The sensation makes you gasp - it's so much better feeling her pussy lips squeezing around that narrow stretch of bare skin.

On the screen, you see Summer's fellow student, the sporty Miss Nagabuchi, putting those thighs of hers that make her such a fierce competitor in the 200 meter sprint to a different use. Her knees are straddling the janitor's hips, and she is bouncing her toned buttocks up and down on his lap at an impressive pace. His hands are clasped greedily over her small breasts as she builds up a quick tempo, filling the study hall with the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Unhh... come on, hurry up and cum already." she says. "I still... mmf... have to hit the shower and get lunch before Hochmann's boring history class at three...."

"Heh heh..." Norman grins greedily as he fondles the tits of the sporty girl riding his cock. "My nuts are brewing up a nice hot protein shake for you. I'll letcha know when I'm ready for you to drink it."

"Ugh!" the track team member drops her hips and takes his cock all the way inside, the camera giving an excellent shot of his rod stretching her cuntlips open and his hairy balls brushing against her ass crack. "No way... I'm not swallowing that nasty shit..." she braces herself and gets up on her feet, so she can use her whole lower body to hop up and down on his quick with quick, powerful motions.

"...and you don't get a choice where you'll let it out." she says confidently. "It's time we wrap this up, you greedy old fart. C'mon! Cum! Get it over with and cum for me!" It seems that just like she is determined to get the fastest time possible on all the track and field events, Syuuko wants to wrap up her trade of sex-for-test-answers in less than ten minutes.

"Oh yesssss! Look at her go! She's so sexy!" Summer reaches back and grabs your soft thigh, urging you into her. "Deeper, deeper! You still have a long way to go, ma'am! Don't stop now!" You build your own pace thrusting and once again silently thank God for the condom standing between you and this teen temptress's tight cunt - a sentiment that you know your preacher mother wouldn't appreciate, but if you're going to sin, you might as well milk that sin for every drop.

"Eeeeek! Ahhh, fuck! That's hot! You asshole...!" At first you thought that you managed to make Summer cum, and stop for a moment, breathing heavily, your cock still half inside her. But, then, you hear Summer giggling madly, and kicking her feet back against your thighs. Her motions rolling side to side give you a delightful twisting sensation that makes you shudder and takes you close tot he point of no return before it recedes.

Looking past Summer's bright blonde pigtails, you see on the screen, the track team girl is slapping Norman's hands away rom her and straightens her legs, getting up off his lap completely. A thick glob of white goo tumbles out of Syuuko's cuntlips as she tries to hop off the chair and lands on the fabric of the armrest.

"Oh Hell!" the janitor gasps, struggling to catch his breath after being milked for all he was worth. "That's gonna leave a stain! I'm in deep shit!" It seems even in the most unprofessional circumstances imaginable he's reflexively vigilant of stubborn messes. He gingerly tries to wipe the cum droplets off the fabric of the armrest, apparently not considering that the portion of his creamy load still inside Syuuko's pussy poses a much greater risk for his employment and reputation.

Syuuko kicks him right in the gut. Since she never took her running shoes off, it looks like it hurts, and the guy doubles over in pain. "You're in deep shit alright! You broke the fucking condom, dumbass!"

Summer tosses her head up and starts throwing her ass back against your hips, her velvety twat devouring your rod hungrily. She's laughing triumphantly. "Hahahahahaa! Thaaat's why you don't trust stupid men to bring their own raincoat, silly Syuuko! Now you've got a race going on inside you, and whichever boy or girl wins, you lose! You dumb slut!"

A shock of guilt runs through you, and you can only stand there like a log as Summer grinds her soft, perfect butt against your hips. The pressure in your balls feels worse than ever, but the shock of adrenaline knocks you out of your climb towards a satisfying climax. "Oh God...! She said... Miss Andrews, you said that the other condoms are defective... I could have... I could have warned them. Poor Miss Nagabuchi... Poor Norman... I didn't even try to warn them because I couldn't think about anything but s-s-sex!"

"Darn right you couldn't~!" Summer says with another musical giggle, looking back over her shoulder and flashing you another mischievous, metal-mouthed grin. "Oh my goodness, that's so messed up! And... unnnh!" You feel a quiver run through her hips as her pussy suddenly tightens around you, and you feel a trickle of warm juice running down the base of your shaft. "And hot! Ohmigosh, Syuuko is gonna flip when I tell her I saw her getting turned into a creamsicle! Lemme turn the volume up, I wanna see if I can hear that nut butter dripping out of her, and all the things she has to say about it~" she turns it up and up, and the sound of the track team girl's indignant shouting about how this isn't a safe day for her fills the room.

The flood of conflicting emotions assailing you are suddenly replaced with overwhelming fear and alarm as your glasses start vibrating rapidly. You look down at your wrist. It seems your wrist-comm has been flashing for quite a while now, but you didn't notice it. Normally, it would just take a message if you failed to answer a call. But in this case, it seems that's not sufficient. Red words flash in your field of vision as the display screens in your glasses kick in: 'CRITICAL PRIORITY MESSAGE INCOMING! OVERRIDE ENGAGED! ACTIVATING VIDEO CALL!'

"Oh God no." you say in a small voice, you jaw dropping open, as a small in-screen picture of the assistant dean, Mrs. Glidden, pops up in your glasses. You probably should have read your employment contract a bit more carefully.

The stern purple-haired beauty is staring at you. And you can see that that red haired futa from before is right next to her, looking enormously pleased with herself. Mrs. Glidden, on the other hand, looks quite the opposite of amused.

"Patrice." Mrs. Glidden says, composed but with a dark undercurrent to her voice, "Bearing in mind that I can see everything within a one meter radius of your wrist-comm - would you care to explain why you currently appear to be balls deep in one of my students? And whether that is or isn't one of my study halls on that screen in front of you?"

When she says the second part, you see the beautiful neon-red-haired futa visitor's eyes widen and her face go pale. She visibly gulps. But, Mrs. Glidden is fixated on you, and doesn't see the redhead's reaction.